Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, yeah, yeah Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke,
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, yeah, yeah Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
my style cuz you like tha pleasure nd tha pain (see, see how I do) Doesn't really matter whatchu say cuz I ain't gunna stop (I dun't giva fuk) You cud
s drama - busta you ain't heard? I've been slicin motherfuckers since I lost my mama There ain't a cop that can stop me My posse is cock D, and they don't
2 -- Tupac I ain't got time for bitches Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches even when I die they won't worry me mama don't cry bury me a G ()
first it ain't feel good I was just a baby still retarded from slavery When we struggle to shovel shit ain't nobody saved me Ghetto ain't made me I
slept on the game. Ain't a damned thing changed Shakin' the dice, now roll 'em, If you can't stand pain better hold 'em. Cause ain't no tellin' what you
where WE belong, that's just for us Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood Y'knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die? Ain't no heaven
stripes But is it worth your life a g-rides runnin red lights I wish somebody would have t old me then Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell
understand our pain You know maybe not too perfect, you know Somebody that hurt like we hurt Somebody that smoke like we smoke Drink like we drink That
by a diesel in the intersection I know you're out there help a young brother (hear me) Til then I'ma smoke motherfuckers Things wouldn't be so bad if
pain at point blank range cause he slept on the game Ain't a damn thing changed, they shakin the dice Now roll em if you can't stand pain better hold
flowin against the grain niggaz STILL don't know me It's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit It ain't funny niggaz don't even know how
The heartz of men [Chorus] The Heartz of Men My lyrical verse with so much pain that to some niggas it hurts My guns bust And if you ain't
don't even know. A million thangs run through my mind. You ain't gotta be in jail or be doin time. Chorus repeats Feelin fucked up in this bitch. Smoke
is choking on blunt smoke * Lord knows * coughing harder * Lord knows * one final cough * I smoke a blunt to take the pain out And if I wasn't high,