We don?t want to feel feverish We know we stay humans Here in my heart! Right in my head! Ready to start! Punk Rock in my veins! Our music is
rimshot my wheels tick-tock, My steel six shot the paint flip flop. My charm truckie that's why they wanna fuck me, 207 McLaren body like Bucky. Old head
the rage, it gets me high. I didn't say I won't do them though, that would be a lie. Crashing inside my head the red it clouds my eyes. I always ruin
fire from the niggaz in my younger days So many changed on me, so many tried to plot That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop? Til God return me to my
inside the palms of my empty hands Just picture me rollin Flossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone I'm like
be the greatest MC of all time When I created rhyme for the simple fact When I attack I crush your pride My intention to ride, every time all night
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 to make ya'll, my
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 to make ya'll, my
me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz [E.D.I. Amin] War Time War Time, it's either
, 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 survival Death to my
wit me I want money hoes sex and weed I wont rest till my Row Doggs free Bomb First Chorus X2 We Bomb first when we ride Please, reconsider 'fo you
fat money bags of cash, and masses Slowly as time passes, I found nothing but money rules. Time is facing, and in this where all my thoughts "Where all
New York since son of Sam Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz shit, ruger in my hand Thinkin' the east ain't enough, its time to expand I plan to head out west and plant my
, it's a wrap (Lloyd Banks) Nah fuck that (50 Cent) Man, you done hit the nigga twice in the head, that's that Niggaz running with the steel out, now it's time
2] Inhale! Smell the gunpowder, my hands is full of residue Niggas'll shoot niggas, you lucky it weren't you Nigga, my best song, my chucks are bomb
Cent] Inhale! Smell the gunpowder, my hands is full of residue Niggas'll shoot niggas, you lucky it weren't you Nigga, my best song, my chucks are bomb
clearly my troubles All of my trifles the pressures that try to stifle If life was holding a rifle to my head, my last thoughts would be Simply to let my
You can bop your head like this (Ha) When we're dropping bombs like this (Ha) You can bop your head to this (Ha) When we're dropping bombs like this
