Now I can make it happen My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers When they scrappin' Blast and watch em' back up Notorious biggie killer Affiliation with death row Niggaz get their caps pealed back Fool this the west coast Fuck a misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin' Got a Mercedes for these tricks That thought I quit Then got a drop top jag for these bitches that's on my dick Go to a club in a pack I'm smokin' bud in the back I wait for niggaz to trip Cause bitch I love to scrap Now mama raised me as a thug nigga With love niggaz I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer I went from rocks to zines Writing raps and movies I went from trustin'' these tricks now they all want to sue me So Fuck em' all
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Now I've been called crazy To fade me is not possible I give a fuck What you thought or who you brought with you A Bad Boy killer Biggie annihilator They wonderin why he breathin but bitches die later
Verse 2: 2Pac
Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings I can make a million and STILL not get enough of spending And since my life is based on sinning, I'm hell bound Rather be buried than be worried, living held down My game plan to be trained and, military Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin in the cemetery Caught, I've been lost since my adolescence, calling to Jesus Balling as a youngster, Wondering if he sees us Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die Wonder when we all pass is anybody listening? Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's bitchin Please God can you understand me, bless my family Guide us all, before we fall into insanity I make it a point, to make my beat bumpin warlike Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tight.
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Now I've been called crazy To fade me is not possible I give a fuck What you thought or who you brought with you A Bad Boy killer Biggie annihilator They wonderin why he breathin but bitches die later
Verse 3: Tupac
I got glad bags with enemies Cut up so they remember me Soaked up in Hennessey So they relatives know it's me You can bet your last dollar I'll dick em' and holla Ridin' these hoochies Like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas Jump up and get your ass shot up For the profit pick my glock up I'm bustin' in self defense ya see Poppin' nobody got em' Holla Outlaw riders Mash up on the gas pedal Vacate the scene Count the cash and stash the precious metal Here come the coppers The swat team and the helicopters Them crackers is crazy Why? Cause they'll never stop us I watch Arnold Swarchzenegger bust some body in the movie Now I want to do it too Ohh, niggaz is too through True to the game I claim Outlaw riders We give a fuck what they try...
Verse 4 (cameo): Young Noble]
Cause Young Noble behind it Can you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chain Kick back lil nigga And watch the game
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Now I've been called crazy To fade me is not possible I give a fuck What you thought or who you brought with you A Bad Boy killer Biggie annihilator They wonderin why he breathin but bitches die laterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.