rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearin sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace It's all good
Ah yeah, yeah, it's all 'bout u, one time I'ma say it's all 'bout u baby, yeah Ha ha, for the bitches that think it's all 'bout u It's all 'bout u This
was so phony It's not for me, you see no lovin' from my closest homies Woulda paid you no mind, but baby you was all up on me While you proceed with
a young nigga guns bigger No mother and father, you see, the niggas all alone Old timers my role model, the war zone Released with this game 'til it's a part of me
we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga, picture us rollin' Rollin' Picture me rollin' Picture me, picture me rollin' Is y'all ready for me? Picture me
a motherfuckin' gangsta party Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me
God can judge me, only God) Only God can judge me (Only God can judge me, only God) Only God can judge me (Only God can judge me now) Flatline I hear
me tell a nigga how ya want it How do you want it? [Chorus 2X] [2Pac] How you want it? Yeah my nigga Johnny J Yeah, we out [Chorus] [2Pac] Tell me [Chorus] [2Pac
was planted The G grew but we knew he'd rise up quick Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into shit Just me and my dogs livin' like hogs, Outlaw Immortalz What
m in a rush to ball I'm screamin' thug life nigga fuck y'all Fuck all y'all, fuck all y'all Fuck all y'all, fuck all y'all Fuck all y'all
tha mornin' By sunrise I'll be gone All my homies is waitin' for me Plotin' on plans that we made And all tha fun that it's gonna be So meet me at 3'
I'm barely breathin' Puttin' a bullet in motherfuckers give me a reason See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded You tried to play me now homicide
weed (You can't see me, right before your very eyes, you won't even visualize) (You can't see me) Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac, niggas can't see me I dedicate
call Kurupt, call Daz room Call Suge, call all the niggaz tell 'em to meet me downstairs Tell the valet, bring the Benz around Hey Kurupt, y'all niggaz drivin or y'all
touch Tical All up in your motherfuckin' mouth Head banger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me Better
tha money trap me When ya see me nigga, ya better holla at me Can't let tha evil of tha money trap me So when ya see me nigga, ya better holla at me
you got me fiendin' Body talkin' shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning Now if ya wanna roll with me then here's ya chance Doin' 80 on tha freeway, police, catch me
your thing boy Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while I'ma send this one out for ya'll, knahmean? 'Cause I ain't mad at cha Heard y'all