Lyrics:
overreact
Then something told me relax and just hope for the show to be packed
Don't wanna hit the stage before they fill each row to the max
'Cause that'd
[Pac]
Live in this motherfucker Thug Pound bitch
Kurupt Daz Makaveli Idi Kastro Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack
It's a, it's a vibe
Ultimata!
All my homies we all on the studio tour bus right now (ay ay ay ay)
This is Stoney Bob live in a room from
the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
to bloom
from pavement despite looming gloom accumulated by fumes.
Warn your county when the album drops
and watch how we split the ground for blocks.
her down, I never
And this time when we hit record they gon' stand in line
Hang my mind, they think I ain't changed in the summertime
He got span
to sleep on
Swear you not gon want hit snooze
I been beating up the rap game
Shit I might just leave a bruise
OTS about the business
It's been dollar signs
they rags up
Make them hit them switches up
They say album gang bang with some Nuts
Yo Dre yo homie turn this chronic Up (Hell Yeah)
I hit the switch no
showing my crib
I'm talking letting cameras go in my fridge
But people crazy, so I'd rather only friends and family know where I live
By how I talk, you
then do as discussed
Take control of your fate and then live life with lust
I can feel it somebody hit the lights
I can see it and something isn't right
Whoever tried to Count me out, can’t fu*king count
Got people asking when my next album coming out
It’s been about 6 years since Excelsior
Before
Mikes
Or a lifetime supply of Air Force One Nikes.
Your Love Is
Like a one to your real
And 106 and Park or my own label deal.
Your Love Is
the iron man, I will supply these ropes
To pull my people back up when there down, in need of hope
A different kettle of fish, I flow like I'm iron born
But
air supply
Both hands high
Explaining how I came unstuck in time
So ain't none of that mine
Eight lives down 'fore he
Thought 'bout number nine
'Fore he
your hands
As I'm playing it live
It's the reason my heart keeps beating
And I'll never stop til I got y'all screaming,
"KANG! KANG!"
Say it and believe
cups to fill
I mean if I don't do it there's no one else who will
Write a verse like a verse of the Holy Scripture
Haven't cursed whole album, this
album's hot and your album's not
I done been getting movie deals
I done been getting paid like Vinzel
I done been by ?
And five double o's
And 1 2's
in 1966, when he was twenty.
The first recording of this song was by Ronnie Burns in Australia. It was a top 20 hit for him in Australia in July 1967.
Little niggas want to rap and think that shit sweet
Push his first album and he died the same week
Put that water on the dirt turn that shit to mud
I
cool
supply & demand rules, replaced by A&R rules
a scholar of the next school
who wasn't trying to hear that
so principals and teachers abroad began
Live in this muthafucker!
Thug Pound, biatch!
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, EDI, Kastro, Hussein
You know, bitch
The whole muthafuckin' clique
We gon' hit
feat. Animal, Trav
I'm a hustler, not by choice (1x)
[AZ]
I didn't fall from heaven, I rose from hell
Bigboy, get bagged, he gon' hold my
situated
But I'm back and I'm better than ever
Another nigga typed in the comment and said
That I can't make a hit record
Like he wasn't in the
Club Chi-town
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