your used to I'm chin takin these motherfuckers poppin it off at the lip Been talkin that shit since 96 disrespectin my clique But I'm like pac motherfucker I'm
brother wanted to be Rakim Now I'm livin' his dream, cause somebody shot him And left me like Eric B. without Rakim Still payed them for like B.B.S stock
Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty (shut yo chips up) And, I ain't speakin G's, I'm talkin M And I'm walkin like a pimp in (piiiiiimp) them
Yeah, I'm back, b***, okay, check us out Just like Easy, n*** I'm roofless Catch me with your breezy, pushin' that new whip Drop top new six, white on
'ma leave it to God, not Beaver, neither you Cause I'ma murder, why I kill O and even you Man, I got Summer hatin' on me cause I'm hotter then the Sun
She said, she got a man but he ain't worried But baby, I'm a have to Rob him like Horry She said, she love B.I.G. and she like 2Pac And when I said Jay
more whores on the dick This ones for [distorted] and my Riker's Island niggas That remember when I came through The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74 Little
I'm about money Bitch I'm, bitch I'm about money I'm on a chase for that paper [Verse 1 ? Baby D.] I'm about money it's M.O.B. Bens, Grants, that's
capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P/D O double G Y D O double G, ya see? 2Pac feat. Dr. Dre ? ?California Love? - ?California Love? Notorious B
shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps O U T K A S T, O N P, G double O D I E, so fresh
mo' That's why I'm a keep that thang, everywhere I go whoa I'm solo, solo, solo, solo [Break - Chamillionaire - talking {Crooked I}] Know what I'm talkin
bout it bout it I got history, B I done rocked with everybody from G Rap to M.O.P. The Blast Master, did 'Hot Potato' with Treach Even rocked with Pac
'm there, then I'm gone ?Cause my lawyers are strong and my money is long So when I'm right I'm right and when I'm wrong I'm right I hit your ass up right
a Henn' and O.J. without slashin Nicole's throat C-arson nigga, I'm just the illest emcee All California Love, rest in peace Bigga B. Chorus 2X
box gass stepped brake everybody shake it real lops and give it up for Mac Dre and Pac all eyez on that heify move me call it baywatch and i'm youck
O.G'z We pop bottles and we all smoke weed And we'll burn this bitch down, better call police And y'all know y'all don't want that beef I'm tryna G-Mack
'em in, square it out Learn about your whereabouts and we right there Me and Game have you left right there N-O-B-L-E, O-U-T-L-A-W-Z We bubble with ease
put the clip in the buck It might be loud enough to wake B.I.G and them up What if that was P. Diddy sittin in the truck And 2Pac was in jail the