ejected fore players ki-zearn your mi-zind I'm comin' gunnin', and takin' your trunk chain [Chorus] [Verse 3] Fly speak this fastly, Fly speak this gladly, Fly
fat boy... [Verse 1: 2Pac] First off, touched your chick and the click you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be a playa
Jeep like Big Mouth, runnin through motherfucker's backyards So I, grabs my piece before I flee And instead of me runnin', these bitches is runnin' from
my wings! Let's fly, high, high, high, high! [X4] [Layzie Bone:] I done made it up the mountain, lookin' down on the valley, and I'm feelin' I can fly
m bustin'. Gotta makin' that getaway, gotta getaway, we got's to escape. Neva too late to make or break; don't never test the Bone fate. We steadily runnin', steadily runnin
that he had me caught Little Layzie blew his head off (AAwwwwwww) Get him up, and get up, The bullets they start to get lit up, Number one best start
am a senior to these rappers Never a JR and stay rollin like a cart Though the isles of kmart Spit it with flava Don't work but play hard I'm on my space
,necer ever wanta see me in POWER Well,that's too bad,Apocalypse Now I'm back and I'm mad We're comin',you're runnin' cold and cunning Ice T on the mic
a hit and then pass it That's how we do it when we roll down grass shit It's guarenteed everytime we get hoe's I play on my guitar, puff loud through
Is it too real for you? [Priest:] Domination, world population Keep me runnin' while I'm gunnin' at Satan Arms open wide Please, Lord, let me fly Give
you to be my entourage (Super fly chick) You could be my personal superstar (Super fly chick) Baby I want you to be my entourage (Super fly chick) If
dodge these bullets I'm bustin' See that's malarky you yappin' I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start clappin' Nasty man, from baggin' grams and runnin
it's real Startin wit yo president, duckin my dart gun Tear apart son - you don't want it then don't start none Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly
all just got hopes and dreams The two blend together like dope and fiends Cope with teens has that new gangster lean Everybody just wanna be a ghetto star Fly
Yo, yo, yo a lot of people thought I left welcome me back like Carter Play these cats with a vengeance watch them die harder You play your sound; we'll play
lick The ganja mane taking over a playa's brain Cause fly on that funk, punk, that bud got me hearin thangs Mane, I'm feelin sane from this place in fly's memory recalling back fly
