you to survive Come Back! To Me... Come Back! Tell Me... Honnestly You?ve missed me And Tonight i?m still crying (x2) (Break) Come Back! To Me... Come Back
: I've learned to let go Come on Here's a middle finger Coming straight from oca-l-a I appreciate your judgement it's proved that I can't trust a word
: See the situation's complicated I done tried and waited, getting so impatient I'm wishin I could go back in time Wishin I could press rewind Now even
how we do it every weekend I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it I get the liquor, and
up, come on... get in get in too let it ride... tonight's tha night Verse Three: Kurupt Well I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophalaks
that Tupac (Tupac) (Pac's home) Ha ha [Verse 1: Tupac] After the fire comes the rain After the pleasure there's pain Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again Time
in my glass house, Niggaz is under me, They bitches come to me, They heard the stories nigga, now they wanna really see, Bomb First, my motto, it's fully
Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Pac's home) Ha ha (Verse One: Tupac) After the fire comes the rain After the pleasure there's pain Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again Time
same time Split the pie with the homie, ball at the same time Any nigga splippin', fall at the same time We all links in the chain, tryin to gain, do time
like he stole mine [echo] No swine I'm a soldier Told cha I control mine [echo] Time to take you back into time Follow this here One way out This
tried to play us out, never that They took my money and my stash, time to get 'em back (heh heh) Upon my secret arrival Two glock four-fives, time for
my fuckin cheddar cheese and it pleases, passion of mine Thuggin huggin plenty of G's and laughing while I pass through times And all thes back
but pay attention Let me hypnotize you with my tounge kissin This is a message to bomb bodies and all dimes Turn around one more time Heaven aint
I'm the chosen man Give me my money and label me as a god If niggas is having problems smoke'em, fire and bomb I died and came back, I hustle with
m smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual From hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up I got no time
a load of me Bitches on my dick, like a motherfuckin 'conda Niggaz wanna flip, let em step, and I'll bomb em See somethin you want, why don't you come
is niggas we bring it to {Take Money} (ha ha, that's alright) First off, fuck your bitch And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped
with my clique Aww nigga don't trip Case you didn't know who this is Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit Aww nigga don't trip [Verse 1- 50 Cent] I come through
