There is no grace in act five Only the nerves, insect-like twitches Involuntary bowel movements, and confusion a snail in salt doesn't fall asleep with
that's why the fuck I moved out Cuz I'm a baby gangster fightin' to survive When I close my eyes I got to make sure it's passed twenty-five I'm on the
he gon' take it, try to sweep me off my feet That's why I keep my eyes wide, nigga cross that line they gon' die Leave your families clueless, and questionin' why
ya need a 3rd to get ya flowin' and let that loc see smoke feelin' tha strokes of tha nine squeeze tight and slow [Chorus] [Verse Five: 2Pac]
playa Cause even when I'm high, fuck with me and get crossed later The futures in my eyes, cause all I want is cash and thangs A five-double-oh - Benz
, one of the old heads from the block Just came home October of '95 back in Yardsville stuck with a three to five, if he don't act up, now he realize
don't Nigga Westside, WHAT! Bring it on [Tupac] Look for me Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five
: (Tupac) Yah nigga, Drop the top on your muthafuckin ride This how we do it on the west coast BAABBBY Rollin' down the Four O Five Gettin' high White
to serve us But if you catch me outta pocket, then I'm got You love to shoot a nigga but you scared to pop a cop Now drop (Chorus) Reflected and disrespected why
fourth deadly venom (Nigga, yaknowhatI'msayin? Fuck that! I told you, we takin over, yo 'Pac.) Verse Five: 2Pac Five deadly venomz verse five be the
as hell, skatin' wit another nigga's money YOU LYIN YA ASS off, you know you ain't that tough I'm PULLIN' your MASK off as soon as you act up You know
night Damn hope Po Po don't stop us Damn I wanna get her home so I can hit this right Woman you gon' have yo chance to act up If you wait I can come
thang Don't you worry bout a damn thang a damn thang Don't you worry bout a damn thang a damn thang [Verse 1:] Now why did they kill him It's one of
go to the village They say that Ruthless on five - Burn the fuckin' ceiling We came in, mayne, we hittin 'em back up, they not wheelin'em (Why?) They
'cause them barrels speak I tried to elevate myself, got a nine to five But yo it's hard when you makin three ninety five You turned crosseyed, take
: [Obie Trice] We run this shit, fo-five on the hip Been ridin' for Shady.... [ Cashis ] Cashis 'n' O, Shady Records The dream team... [ Verse 1 ] [
pistols Shot and split you, fuck splittin the profits with you (what?) Six percent, of y'all niggaz is just pretend Clicks with clits, pussy niggaz stink with dicks (what?) Niggaz act
known that Jesus would come back to the ghetto On that level, and that thorough, like a black hero And pack metal, so rap rebels, will back pedal The pharaoh of five
