you go out like that You can't say nothin' positive All I get are negative responses They say it's hard to keep a good man down But it's not hard to have
like Tina, that mean I'm like Ike, I guess Back-back-back to reality you funky hood rat You good for nothing shit talking bucked mouth Want some real
the sun Baby made a good call to take me from the fish bowl Looks all cool on videos but sometimes it's no fun It's all very good at first All the beer
machine message] Hey what's up yo this is Alex Hey hey thank you for the email Uh you got the flyer already then? Ok you know cool cool good good I'm
t stand my man Flossin' for a hoe, walkin' hand in hand And talkin' to my bitch about me, nigga that ain't cool You love to give a hoe good news Fuckin
ain't no rushin' the hoes man, they there to be chose From entertainers, ballplayers - my niggaz are pro Head to toe, girl you lookin' good to me Can
Body like an hourglass, steppin' out the S-Class Smoke filled with the tinted and the music on blast Get down... yo before it's too late And all the real
on that solo creep out on the streets you don't hear a peep ni**a it's a god damn shame, somebody explain why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man
projects We goin' all night [E.D.I Amin] At times, I look through times wit' so much anger Wonderin' why it keeps on pa*sin' bringin' me the danger No singal hard time is a good
No One Knows My Struggle, They Only See The Trouble Not Knowin It's Hard To Carry On When No One Loves You Picture Me Inside The Misery Of Poverty No Man
the shit to make the white man bleed God bless the dead" [Chorus - 2pac:] God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead [2pac:] Man, ain
sister, had her mo' good like a Mexican His next of kin, No remorse it was meant to happen Besides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping Until
Rebel.. rebel.. REBEL Rebel.. rebel.. [2Pac] They just can't stand the reign, or the occasional pain from a man like me, who goes against the grain
backside And even as a crack fiend, mama You always was a black queen, mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man You always
belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner (When we were kids, belonging felt good
But we still real brothers The struggle is real Nothing can steal What we build And that remains the same 'Till that day we killed And that's real
perhaps lady you can help me multiply my stacks baby Currency seems small I need companionship (hey) Through with that - scandalous shit, I bet your man