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One step, two step, G checker kid Run up on your block and your wigs are getting
Split Grew up on a Ezi, let me tell you how I live
Hard times, never

spin, don't give in
But I know that I will
Write you in, write you in, write you in, write you in
Where do you go when writers block is pulling you down?

to the point, to the point no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning 'em if, if you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal

you enjoying this whole fame thing?

PW: Right!

KW: That’s right due to exposure
I’m able to have these things be
Seen by so many people if
Matthew

all the cappers, all these rappers they was trappers, smoking backwoods
Moving backwards, if you cash out, but ain't stacking
I'm gone go cop the G

track out no interest
In how the fuck you are cause uh business
Act but don't care I
Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine

kids
Wait a minute cause you thought I was finished
You can turn em to a fan I'll turn a fan to a witness
If I come in all black I'm getting down

Hit 'Em Up

2Pac

Greatest Hits [Clean]

1998

Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces,

Hit 'Em Up

2Pac

Greatest Hits

1998

Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces,

way 
Round in circles I'd go 
Longing to tell you 
But afraid and shy 
I'd let my golden chances 
Pass me by 
Soon you'd leave me 
Off you would go 
In

Log on in and face your fate
Starve to death and waste away
Calm your craving day by day
Freedom what you gave away
Log on in and face your fate

a flyin' fuck if you's a flashy star
Money you fag retards spend on these gats and cars
We want them nasty bars, don't care if your track is hard
You could

Number one: stop actin' like you defiant
That'll be the reason you end up dying
Number two: you ain't the shit so be quiet
Can't be a boss if you act like

laps on laptops, that jock you ain't rushing
If they catch me off track, I'll pull the metal like a train junction
Switch. Ooh. Pass, shoot, swish
Tryna

on the road
I'm still waitin' for your love, waitin' for you to be callin' my phone, like, damn
If you have to go and block me, then you gotta go ahead, you

a gat
and these hoes, you can't love em
even though a motherfucker wanta kiss and rub em
watch your back, cause gats go rat-tat
but mind your own

at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make the money, get the mansion,

spin like a merry go round

The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
Smoke out your block, hang out

find a soul, to the 2's we go
Me and bro just circled the
9, couldn't find a soul, to the 2's we go
Don't add that K to the Lane if you
Don't wanna rest

life go by so fast
I, really thought my childhood would last
Forever, but now I’ll never get it back
I’ve been thinking, ‘bout every track

away
Always running from consequence
Tryna make change out of pounds and pence
Money in my wallet goes to a fix for my head
You could call it medication,

Forehead so big you better tax that land
Made a longer fucking diss track cuz I can
Imma pop yo' main man Fhouls like a perc
Go and make another sub, bitch

on a track while I run slow
Two top tens a gold disc aint bad for a kid from the blown bits
Or you might get stabbed in the boat quick
By familiar flows

think y'all finally catching on
If you wanna compete with me, go on and make a better song

Ice cold!
It's all love though yo
It's all love!
You see, it's