you dont know me no no no dont wanna go no no no dont wanna go i dont believe what the paper reads i know the want ads dont want me i dont wanna go where
then go head cause I ain't mad at cha (Hmm, I ain't mad at cha) [Chorus: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad,
I become a dangerous man Ain't crazy or deranged, I'm sayin (I'm sayin) But when these kids go to spray 'em boy I don't be playin With clientele, any
Hennessy The nigga you don't wanna see, let me procede My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me Now that it's poppin ain't no love bitch I
Ain't crazy or deranged I'm sane [I'm sane] But when these kids go to spray him Boy I won't be playin' But clienteles And rhyme sell's Question
that don'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
2Pac *singing in background* 2X] I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me But they can't do
they get 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
up Now you tell me who won I see them, they run (ha ha) They don't wanna see us Whole Junior Mafia click Dressing up to be us How the fuck they gonna
watch Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound Cause [Kurupt] don't give a fuck, where you coward niggaz now, blast Keep pumpin, ain't worried bout nuttin
leisure G unit gang, can't another clique out to see us Niggas lip sync the lyrics cuz they wanna be us Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryin ta G us
a pinch of Biggie Look at me, I'm just the bomb diggedy [Chorus: Eminem] We the realest label Don't try to act like you don't feel our label Cause we
thing think) Look at me good ain't with that game, and true You make me wanna go ooh (ooh) Like tin clan man Known for my slang bang Don't be alone when
turned on Is that your girl? Then why she's watching us? She wanna leave I'm ready to go We could go at the back So don't nobody know Look at you girl
I don't need to think about You wanna change my appearance for the masters, scope me out Undress me, then rearrange me Yo I can't go for that (No...)
money, the mighty dolla dolla Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on I don't wanna be broke no more [Bizzy Bone] You ain't worthy, none of you niggas
I got a couple cribs, so what, nigga Rollin sittin on dub, dubs, nigga But I don't have to wear no diamonds to shine Damn you don't know that cause I'