Lyrics:
divorce (talkin' divorce)
Said daddy was livin' by the fire, and he died by the torch (check, check)
I'm where the AKs is, we like the Bébé's Kids
Ain't
we livin mean
I lost my heart too long ago
I sold my soul so I could glow
I'm blinded by the light, so I turn to the dark
And embrace what is mine,
"Living In Fear"
Full speed ahead never slow my roll lightin J's as I pass your Hi-way patrol –
On the sidewalk spittin as the cop drive by
to spittin
6:30 was the time, 7 years gone by, 8 of us done been deceased
9 times outta 10 somebody bleedin' in these streets
Tell me what's the reason?
tryin to survive
Makin room for just one more breath
I thought by now I would've figured it out
How to articulate just what it is I'm tryin to say
Swallow
L, white house, that's the team, just red beams, people scream
Ridin' by screamin' fuck your team, real ones know what I mean
Route forty one, chasin'
all my music, so I don't get too many views
I'm still doin' my thing, but it don't do what it used to do
They only show support to you in public, when
like I carin what's left
Anyone can get it in a minute give it some time, I'm livin this rhyme
Let my nine get in your spine, sit and recline
Get so
these High Speedz
And people say
Chorus (2Pac):
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I`m gonna buy me a gun
Then what`s next?
Food and Sex,
She don't make me rich
I had to get it by my 'lone
Call it what you want
I'd be livin' wrong if I
Ain't take these risks i got keep it on me
This fame
just like boosie
I'm a pirate sorry, momma, I'm a robber These niggas claimin' that it's smoke
But in real life, don't want no problems And you know we
of niggas snitchin
When you tell ya business
Listen you be takin a gamble
Back to the booth
An I'm spittin raw
My uncle got locked
He was servin the raw
an attitude on the rag
Always mad at you coming down like a storm
You do what you have to do
I said we been livin' at
The bottom for too long
And we
partner smoke him
Chuck E Cheese, I'm about pizza and my Rol' on
I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke
Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters
Now I'm mad at you
I'm bout to hop on this mic like a kangaroo
Use the XLR Cable
Strangle you
Let me grab my crew
That's what captains do
Only
I don't move with a pack, I move membership
Hip-Hop we livin it and what I'm doin is rap
But cats wanna talk that crap
'Til they see that I'm not
pivotin'
While y'all visitin' I'm livin' here
Ball in a year
The hundreds and fifties in cheeseburgers
The twenties is balled up
You lookin' for singles they
bruised over small transgressions
That's a method of livin' I'm not respectin'
Somethin' like the opposite of bliss
Feelin' like I get surrounded by some
basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what
basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what
it obvious
I'm sorry but I'm not
My sentiment is, is y'all stay throwin' shots, so you gon' get what you give
Fuck you, back then right now
Obama's nation OH GOD!
And you know I rap for days!
Twice as good as favorite rapper
Half the age
While everytime I'm spittin' ya'll
Niggas is half amazed
I
was sweet
I'm livin' in the
Southwest, she stay on
The east
Steppin' out the taxi
Thought that shit was sweet
Yea
Southwest, she stay on
The East
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course, they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
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