get V.I.P we bought it I See u I see u we not friendly don't get us started u offended Oops I'm sorry I See u I see u (yea.yea.yea) ok now me and skooly
I see you on da track Flexin ballin we stressing Oops no sorry I see u... I see u Flexin ballin girls texing and haterz keep callin I see u... I see u
G. whatever you do its all on you realah Verse:2 Juvenile It musta been meant for me ta be rich Only my dead niggas could of live to see this I appreciate
places and bought a lot of things You got me haters, you got me drama You paid for the lawyers, you paid for the llamas You make niggaz goners, you rule
I?m rich but I still live like I got nuttin to lose Look man I don?t know what you been drinkin? I don?t know what you been thinkin? But you get out
you you should leave him Cause sista you don't need him And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em You know it makes me unhappy (what
Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown I'm "Losin My Religion", I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin
If I have kids, will I live to see them grow? Though I don't know, I live the life of a thug nigga Until the day I go, no broken promises A sacred bond
You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't, you don't do a goddamn thing I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive In the city where
Don Killuminati (Comin to a ghetto near you) (Street fame) Yo check this out I'ma tell you like this (Street Fame) If the lifestyle that you living Got you
I ain't leaving rich And leave my kids a grip I let my blood drip off in this thug s**t You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money
and continuously outsmart the motherfuckin law, in every way Key word in ninety-four is 'down low' Gots to be struggling I see how the rich got theirs Nigga I
should I lie, when I can dramatize? ni**az fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious cause I
rich. I love you like a sista but you need to switch and that's why they called U bitch, I betcha. [Chorus] [Verse Two: 2Pac] You leave your kids
you plan to be rich There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do Now rule one -- get your
check it nigga! [Verse 1:] I don't know if I'm worse when I'm rich or when I'm broke niggaz Same attitude you got it go 'head smoke nigga! [gunshot]
tch I made you now, Just think just think, that coulda been you, Just think, that shoulda been you, Yeah, with me I share the world with you, But you
