the piano I never played But you left with something so much more You walked out of my front door I'll let this out, sing it loud I'll scream it out
by the ocean waves The cigarette smoke that fills the air This is what I live for This is what I live for Yea this is what we live for This is what we
My hands beg the question, My tongue has failed to mention And I'll keep you breaking promises With each every kiss Keep this quiet don't let yourself
of the ghetto childs My attitude got me walking solo Ride out alone in my low-low Watching the whole world move in slow-mo For quiet times disappear
ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me Buck, buck, pigs get fucked, don't step ta this Quiet has kept them blessed, on a quest
, Soon As I Get Home [Verse 1: 2Pac] Dear baby its me again, stuck inside this packed pen trying to pay my debt for all my sins See this penitentiary
-six, Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child Raised in this whirlwind
worst of the ghetto childs My attitude got me walking solo Ride out alone in my low-low Watching the whole world move in slow-mo For quiet times disappear
of the ghetto childs My attitude got me walkin solo, ride out alone in my lo-lo Watchin the whole world move in slow-mo For quiet times disappear, listen
, hella thick, tryin to get you for yo' grip I know you stressed out and fed up But come out, gun-blazin, and keep yo' head up You can call it what you
worst of the ghetto childs My attitude got me walkin solo, ride out alone in my lo-lo Watchin the whole world move in slow-mo For quiet times disappear
this And willin to kill anyone who tries to ruin this I need cash, that's what I'm talkin about I hear the noise upstairs, so it's time to break out
be giving me the eye I'm giving her a call Then it's back to the suites Next week the Taj mahal Every day is like a sweet stick Pick out what you want
till the principles are laid out The scales of justice weighed out Till your memory starts to fade out and your game of life is played out Got to balance out
plus I need much in answers; was it because, they live below standards and drugs ran rapid that it's quiet up in the cabinet? Who was on call, did they
hundred degrees [Ali] Foot on the Prowler you bail Most of my heros don't appear on no stem They came on the hemp and tryna put a clamp on this rap
this bitch in the behind with the silver shine Cause she thought she was fine She winked at me, I thought it was fine This nigga poutin, this hoe was