down thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now Throw up your hands if you thugged out First nigga act up first nigga gettin' drugged out
up inside her Then I spit some game in her ear, "Go to the tele hoe" You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke I'm smokin bomb-ass
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
be friends though, after you get broke like a window That's what you provoked, and now you're smoked out Lookin like a bitch, cause your whole fuckin posse, broke out
can't be us or see us. We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, nigga We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother
[Verse 3: 2Pac] Now everybody wanna see us dead Two murdered on the front page, shot to death, bullets to the head Niggaz holla out my name and it's
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
ain't on 'til I say it's on, (pause), it's on I'm eatin', ya'll niggas fastin' like it's Rimadon Bowlish way in Lebanon, know 50 the bomb I be at the
the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I noticed there’s so many of them and there’s really not that many of us. Ladies love us and my posse’s kicking up
Four door Porsh' comin' out in 2-0-9 Thanks to Curits Jackson, I've already got mine, I shine! (Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh-oooooooooooooohhhhhh!) Yay's still livin' the crime route Dilver my dimes out
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out That's real
violent dissent blood filling the streets, feel it on your own skin screaming out to die dead before you were born slaughter governs us all beware the
go wrong, baby Did this cold, cold world turn us in a stone Well Now all that battle Is your ego and your pride It's ticking like a time bomb Ready to
switch Michael Stipe: Father, father P Diddy: Father help us, come on Michael Stipe: Everybody thinks we're wrong Alicia Keys: Oh, but who are they to judge us
you out of the wreckage You know I'm never gonna let you go Oh, like a time bomb Gotta use it, let's defuse it Ticking like a time bomb But I need it
what your mama gave you, don't abuse If you abuse it, come change the music If it's the bomb, no need to diffuse it Let us demonstrate the real court
what it's supposed to be And I need you, yeah. Come over here from over there, girl, Sit down here. You can have my chair. I can't see us goin' anywhere