need it You better believe it We still gettin form my first song My money long (money-my money long) My money long (money-my money long) My money long (money-my money long
-tat-tat Aint nothin change still a busta wig splitter Straight hustle for my chesse I'ma money go-getter (Chorus) 2x Bout my paper my chesse so before my eyes close I want my
got the funds, I got the money, I got the money, We won't ever drive, Oh well, I got the funds, I got the money, I got the money, We won't ever drive,
would you start switchin up You think about the penitentiary, your bitchin up? What if he said money aint everything The hood raised us wrong What it takes to get your money long
whole world Soon as I get home [Chorus: 2Pac] Grab my gat, locate my comrads Lets get my enemies, not knowing I'm coming back Go get the money out the
a pistol in my pocket, Ready on my block. Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit. And now they see that mothafucka beat pain, At point blank range
know, try to make the best of bad situations Seems to be my life's story Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain And can't nobody live this
seen time I travel across the mean crime My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin Catch my
pain The world's changin everyday, times moving faaast My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last? I'm caught between my woman, and my pistol
be a playa, my alias is Boss Drop a top on these jealous niggaz, playa let me floss Y'all don't wanna see me in pain I'll leave that ass like Toni
and fuck a punk bitch No longer living in fear my pistol close in hand Convinced this is my year like I'm the chosen man Give me my money and label
I was nobody's daughter Outlawin from my tits to my clits, don't try to figure cause the murderous tendencies of my mind can't be controlled, nigga
don't start that blasphemy in here! Makaveli, the new breed -- and I remember what my pops told me The new word, follow me -- remember what my pops told
Straight thugs. One time for my niggas in the jail cell. (One time for my niggas locked up.) One time for my niggas doin life in hell. One time for my
many men Wish death upon me Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy
's blessins leave me lyrically inclined Shit I ain't even got to try to shine God's the seamstress that tailor fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain
around for me. she's my sunshine after tha pain my joy after tha rain its easy to comprehend simple and clean [Chorus:] I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop
