things I've said You should've put me in the ground You should've killed me for the things I've done Shoot me down, way down Shoot me down, way down
've done Shoot me down, way down Shoot me down, way on down Shoot me down, way down Way on down Way down Way down Way down Shoot me down Way on down
shit Niggas don't wanna try me, brotha you'll get shot down Now i'm kick'en tha block, cause my bigger brothers locked down I'm hot now, so many punk
Pac] Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g's Stresses after battle with success comes greed (echo) They got me hot When they shot me
raised me to be a leader, so mutha fucka follow me when the funk go down we ridin' deep, wit a, I got you, an a you get me fear no man but God, so if
us closer to home They ask "What you writin fo'? What you writin on that paper fo'?" Don't ask me nuttin, just tell me How is safer got me safe, that
Get the bird, catch her shoot her, I dont care Get the bird, bring her down to the ground from out the air Gotta tear her apart, let me at her first Sink
dead or in jail Bill Clinton, hit this (here) and you better inhale Cause any MC that chooses to go against me is gettin takin advantage of like Monica Lewinksy (Leave me
I catch the ballerinas Now I was walkin' down this one block Didn't hear a gun shot Smellin' hell or nature Pickin' fruit off of a kumquat Tree another
" "Get down, you take it fool I'll kill your all ass Slob, you better get my shit back I bust your ass my muthafuckin' ?? nigga" [AWOL] By now you should
loaded hit the wall ?? Little young punks gettin' sprayed by the ride, punk Uh, fools down by the curb side Another Crab lost his life from the fury of a drive-by
1. Come and listen for a moment, lads, And hear me tell my tale. How across the sea from England I was condemned to sail. Now the jury found me guilty
big shot on them dots, a true playa [C-Note:] I need money in my life, so I can flip me some ki's I need money in my life, so I can stack me some G'
any cat that was on the strip with me If I flipped the key and I had Christmas tree Man Cass sold more bags than Lipton Tea And I had chicks trick for me
A third floor walk-up... One block east of chinatown. She walked by my window, While the rain is pouring down. Looking in she sees the easy money life
's my thought [Defari] The average man fragile, handle with care On the contraire me, I'm a golden state bear Dump a flare in the air Two shot from the
trickery to get with me Claimin' victory, leavin' niggas hickory Party history, things remain a mystery Got the quick of me, niggas ain't shit to me Swiftly
to the rolls elbows With the look, down here, rushin all up on the curb Good bye night please, what you think Murder can a nigga get up in a tree [C