yeah do it again Rolled me over went threw my pocket and ran - Hey hey do it again Goin' back home but I have no home to go - No, No do it again Shootin
niggaz creepin? This 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
It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It
me (Chorus: Krayzie Bone) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It
I. Amin):] You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as
't take none Hahaha.. it's the ballad of a dead soldier! The police are so scared of us All the feds they aware of us They wanna see us dead They got
[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 one of us it gets
map with this mackin shit Time will tell if it's made well Well I raise hell and excel cause it pays well Jordan couldn't dunk it any harder, pump it
there’s so many of them and there’s really not that many of us. Ladies love us and my posse’s kicking up dust. It’s on till the break of dawn and we’
me I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!) I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again) And to all niggas that do it I love [B.
just like us They ain't even knowin' were it came from like richer niggas They ain't going to give it to us so we gon take it We just come to tell you
you are? It can't be over! It ain't over with nigga, what you talkin' bout? Nigga gimme a drink. And tha haters can't stand it. They can't believe
Til I finish you with it or you would missed it On the hit list, couldn't resist it Nigga, you risk it, here to stick with it To the po-po, you know;
get paid Or your fuckin' with some niggas in some desperate days Crime, yes, it pays, if it's cool with it, cool with it Never act a fool with it, broad
stuck out in left field; [and] Smoke too much, I won't grow up And we dope as fuck but no one's as broke as us To make it in this game is a million to
the bankers The ones who tax us The Masses They are us The sheep, the people Divided in classes I go off like a Shite bomb And All ya'll see I'm on my
the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a fuck I spend it like it don't mean nothing Blow it like it's suposed to be blown Motherfucker I'm grown
