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it's earned
I've sat back too long it's my turn
I made this song for them boys in the Burg
Cause I made it out the Burg
Made it out the Burg
Made it out

, fuck around (wow, wow, wow)
We turn impossible to possible
Some people astronomical
Humanity, insanity
We looking for the best tree
So God just please

need me a bitch before it turn ten, uh
I'ma need me a front and backend, all cash stacked in
Ridin' around town and I'm downtown
Big boy gat, I don't

[Yukmouth]
I live the life of a hoodlum
Take ten paces, turn around and shoot 'em
Concrete Budda
We threw 'em in the creak to loose 'em
Streets

as a god of
Superiority and absolute divinity
I'm significant
Marxism is being used by the left to
Ruin this country and I can
No longer sit and watch this

rainbow and streams of oceanic skylines
I adore you! For I see nature's elemental needs reflecting in your eyes
God

Reminiscing back in those days
When things seems to fall apart
And things going the wrong way

And then Christ came
To turn things around for me
Gave me a brand

a thing a few I could shoot in the face and wake up like oh what a day. . . 
Riding around the city music hit just like i kill this shit rolling up my

you drop and do a full split on the dick
God-God damn I'm a trip
To make these mother fuckers act silly when the truth be lit
Big-Big boy you the shit

when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's

dreams
Having dreams of the road
World tour
Moves all around the globe
Big dreams
Since five years old
Four door
Hop out for the jet
My turn
Yes, I'm up

White Man'z World

2Pac

The 7 Day Theory

1996

nation reparations are due, it's true
Caught up in this world I took advantage of you
So tell the babies how I love them, precious boys and girls
Born

or run quicker then Ronaldo on the
Side line
Make ya boost like a skyline exhaust sounding like a drive by Oi
I'm feeling free like freeman    
Serving

write suicide
I write about life
I write about Nat
I write about this
I write about that
I write till I crack
Like an egg
Splat

Ink flows through my

We’ve been working every day, working every night
Working all our lives to get this thing right
Working since birth, we gon work till we die
Till

expense for the passion
The calm came from the sound
Good God would have guessed it
Now it keeps me bound
This aint no elective
Here round for round
I aint

God, oh my God
Oh my God, oh my God
They tell me all the time, I should beat up my wife
I told them to grab them by the pussy
They really liked that
So

in da gutter swear to god
Imma make it out
I'll be on a bander till i hit cloud nine
Boys in da hood we don't fuck around
Never been a bitch never

You gon get this work
Feeling good till it hurt
Let this big boy work
Let me get that dessert
Big boy love
Big boy love
Big boy love
Turn around let

to step it up big Jones without the Ja
Every day after cheese like I'm Davey Pageview
Spending every moment counting down the days till
I can fuck around

for the culture.. oh yeah
I do this for the culture.. oh yeah

I no go lie I'm motivated By so many things
Like the fear of living poor and dying broke

By 25 everybody locked or died
To busy playing around never looking ahead
Every funeral, cats get upset and cry
Turn their heads towards the sky trying

call em dope runner shoes
Put the ball in my hand we gone win by two
Game over
They call ya boy closer
I'm smoking on the doja
I'm focus till it's over

ohh
Gonna make ya boy
Go cross eyed
Im laughing
About this shit
Its got
Me thinking
Outside
The box, box
This shit
Is like a fox
Its smooth
And
It’s