fairytale Oh, how we shined? Not anymore, not anymore Not anymore, not anymore I sing for justice Here we stand in a time Waiting for our one last shot Shot
that boy top drop low crawling That boy's nineteen, that boy's not stalling That boy mash for his green, that boy stacking cash for his dream That boy last
And feel neglected I feel Like I'm the message Unheard But I'm the message I'm the last prolific remaining offer from the gutter SHOT was my girlfriend
only love you, You're number one on my list, And I, I reminisce over our first kiss, And girlfriend, Yo picture this, Let's relight the candle, Give this one more shot
on tonight Show me shots Miami style Butterfly, then open wide So when it's over and I'm alone I'm lookin' for the one to take me home I gots to know,
dykes ain't got no shame French-kissin', holdin' hands like it ain't no thing Your game is workin', but I got the last virgin You doin' the slurpin' while
get beside me, flows go deeper inside We we ride plots keep all my enemies blinded Time will soon show, a thought can last for years Outshinin them fakes smile plastic tears like last
That 9, All I Could See Was My Momma's Eyes No One Knows My Struggle, They Only See The Trouble Not Knowin It's Hard To Carry On When No One Loves You
shot down Now i'm kick'en tha block, cause my bigger brothers locked down I'm hot now, so many punk police have got shot down Other cops see me on tha
no how 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
heard a gun click (uh-ohh) Then the gun shot, but I wasn't hit I turned around it was my homie with the gun in hand He shot the cop (damn!) now he's
s one clean legal victory This year as he's dissmissed of assault charges Brought against him When he allegiedally shot two off duty Atlanta cops on Halloween last
get to dumpin on they ass, like the last outlaws Rich, Tupac and the Click, smokin blunts, loadin clips With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
wonderin who shot me No love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi Murder my friends, build a new posse We takin shots at paparazzi, go
(feat. Outlawz) [2Pac] Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin? Tell me nigga.. tell me Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin? [Chorus] Stress,
for M.O.B And fuck your homeboys nigga we can drop the guns I hit your block and we can box for fun Nigga one on one Last to fall is a baller cat
Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs a striaght thug. Just me, my mama out here on our own So I got two gatts one black and one of chrome. Now