Lyrics:
But when I go to war, you know I'm lacing up
Come get some, I ain't afraid of nothin
My pistons been always pumpin'
In the kitchen with the big knob
Like a rocket sled on rails
We tore up all of our swindle sheets
And left 'em settin' on the scales
By the time we hit that Chi town
Them bears was
like a rocket through my chest
The TV make you think the whole world's about to end
Pre-Chorus
I don't know where this night is goin' (Goin')
But I
had to grow up in a month i didn't get all the nine
Was tryna think bout what to do but nothin ever seemed right
I swear to God i was gon stay till we
robber, a hot-shot driver
A crack rock slanging motherfucker for a dollar
If you dare to be laid, then off in the Lincoln
But if it ain't no way, then
then doused with a bottle of rum
My mind takes off like a rocket
Makes my sanity blow a sprocket
Manifest mental mania, gimme Percocet
Misery hittin my
the feds run devices
Mama my backbone, she stood by me wrong or right
Let me rewind this shit, gotta rewind that lick
I lost 'bout ten on that shit, I
just took your lady?
I miss the old days, ain't talking 'bout Houston
But shit ain't get hard until Harden got traded
I'm the last rocket, way I'm takin'
Chorus
Nothin' compares to these Cali nights
Slidin' alone hittin' all green lights
Got a bad bad with me
Bout to get right
Nothin' compares
he flipped me off, I guess he thought I was spittin' 'bout him but he miscued
Hey, nothin' new to debut, a similar instance happened when I was behind
blood on the money, we savagin'
You can tell by the driver we havin' it, yeah
We took it easy, so don't press your luck
When I feel like squeezin', my
ta me
Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money
'Cause I'm tha type o' nigga that's built ta last
If ya fuck wit me I'll put a foot in ya ass
See I
ta me
Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money
'Cause I'm tha type o' nigga that's built ta last
If ya fuck wit me I'll put a foot in ya ass
See I
and I had to remove my hat
She's everything I need and love but I can't be swayed by that
It frightens me, the awful truth of how sweet life can be
But
such a black 'un
When the driver called Reg pulled up by a hedge
And we all made a dash for the bracken
Dad rushed to a tree and said "excuse me"
walked away now I'm sitting here all by myself
Toxic
Sometimes I'm too toxic
She wanna be wit me but I never get too talkin
Told me you needa stop this
And she called me by name
My Mary Christmas
She's lookin' so fine
Oh My Mary Christmas
Musta fell out the sky
She brought a six pack
And 2 bottles a wine
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Death Row
the drive-by
Girl goin down but the feelin got me sky high
I do what I want
Blowing money fast
Nothin like niggas
Call me chuck bass
Call me call me Chuck Bass
ounces in they pockets
Bitches jock it
We ridin Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50 rockets
Nigga don't knock it
But you need to stop it
Top notch shit
I
we can
Physically, you was killed by the weapons of man
But where you at now, you lamp, laid and max now
Where Bravehearts put they rap down in
the city, yeah
Everybody, city, yeah
(Living just enough for the city, whoa) Ain't nothin' but the city
(Living just enough for the city, whoa) Everybody,
bikes, stomp pegs, grip pliers
Now me and Pittsburgh Slim is both post drivers
Sit by, talkin' shit about us, but you need to get like us
'Cause you
to play the hand you dealt me
But you gave me five funnies an' shit
I was hungry I need menage money
Nothin' less than a 520, and with that said
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