Bo-Bo's to Air Macs, low cars to horse backs Hoopties to Cadillacs, water guns to chrome gats Levis to Guess jeans, black and white to big screens Six by nine
candy cain I'm rolling when I chop, I'm dancing when I hop Sitting sideways, watch the trunk go pop If it's still wrecking, pimping by the second Mortal
infested streets, I had to hustle and grind It just took a lil' time, for me to bubble up and shine Drought season, got a motherfucker clutching this nine
got: Hands like hams Knees like trees 200 lbs Of surfboard Hercules Mr. Atlas won't you bring her on back to me I lost my girl down by the beach She'
get dumped like 3's, with 57 wasted at they knees Please beware we thugs revolution size Criminals dare be last mental me intitutionalize Locked down, got many shell shocked, now Holdin down
it down, hold it down Hip-hop that's worldwide, feel? Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain f**k with me ni**a you get killed! Hold it down, hold
with my glass of Re The O.J. and it's all OK 'til that fuckin fake cop got to play the man Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand Damn, I hope
What you wanna throw down Better bring your guns pal Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K And even if they shoot me down
Verse One: Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G Back in the days we played
some niggaz that I don't like" - Ice Cube *machine gun fires* "Got him!" - Dr. Dre [2Pac] A smokin ass nigga robbed me blind I got a tech nine now
Yo' Nugget") (sample repeats until first verse) You know what time, boo-yaow I know it's time for you So grab one by the hand youknowhatI'msayin And
the game Waitin upon your turn, so when will you learn? Ain't no turns given, niggaz be twistin and takin shit Puttin they sack down, then puttin they mack down
Mad To put it on, can't none come tougher see I'm down with the sound of the Squad hard, boom! Breakin em down, I make em see their doom Coming straight
Pac I played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin Pack my nine til it's time to go to prison As I'm bailin down the block that I come from
ass was the motherfuckin cops now Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down BOO-YAOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by Still runnin like a nigga got nine
young, black and dangerous by far, Young nation just trying to get this [Verse 1: 2pac] Murderous mind state, Can't keep my nine straight, Sippin' on
for the day he got smoked choke, off this anecdote got you ope Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly And I'm out for nine nickel [INS tha rebels
hearts And jackin' marks And tha punk police can't fade me And maybe We can have peace someday 'G' But right now I got my mind set up Lookin down