sliding rail. i tried to gring it, but I had to bail. we're all hopeless romatics, enemies of the state (heyheyhey), driven by love, but some call it hate
moving up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked You'se a beat
guns, why you come and get us with knives it's a cold thang, the game, just take folks under it feels better if you say that god just called his number
the people and go against all this evil Some people hate it, but I made it, so I'm never concerned About what they be talkin' about, I've lived and I'
your ass nigga keep shit up We blown the speakers and Chef go and season shit up Release of the gutter and still wanna beat shit up, whattup!!! [Chorus
in the air and go play wanna go play and stay here and love me everyday [CHORUS] [Bun B] now theres a stranger in my house and my bed fucking up my life and
shxt Cause I'm that bitxh And don't call me a bad bitxh Call me [? ] a average bitxh I'm badder I [? ] more [? ] than [? ] [? ] You hoes be lacking It
ever did it I'm wicked Write a verse and flip it, melt it down to liquid And drown shorty, fill his lungs until I rip it Chest busts open, heart bursts and
people and go against all this evil Some people hate it, but I made it, so I?m never concerned About what they be talkin? about, I?ve lived and I?ve learned
that ain't it, we got some soldiers locked down It's been perfect for what we doin when they drop down It's hot now and we right up in the thick of it
if a nigga ever hustles, why not cut some rocks? And if ever a nigga try to show some muscle, why not bust some shots? Yeah, I got some sinister thoughts
quickness, pissin on brain sites Magnify your heart with this beam, and stomp it like a street light We blow motherfuckas, kickin up dust, droppin that bomb
ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour and hit em up Chorus [Verse Three: Tupac] Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
you said Some people have to learn some people wait their turn some people but not me I was born a champion some people have to fight some people give
up in the air and go play wanna go play and stay here and love me everyday [CHORUS] [Bun B] now theres a stranger in my house and my bed fucking up my life and
I pledge alligence To the rag of the United Westside Connection And the 'W for which it stands One neighborhood under god Invicible with luxuries and
ain't it, we got some soldiers locked down It's been perfect for what we doin' when they drop down It's hot now and we right up in the thick of it Picture