ounce I bring the bounce to your lac, hit it front and back I'm g'd to a tee cos I like it like that [Verse 3: Crooked I] Nobody got game colder than
an ounce I bring the bounce to your lac, hit it front and back I'm g'd to a tee cos I like it like that [Verse 3: Crooked I] Nobody got game colder than
tips If we aint closed it I get ferocious Know this whole shit will leave me in them roaches In your car motion I cause commotion And i probably need some lotion But i
we got you, got you [2Pac] After the fire comes the rain, after pleasure there's pain Even though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin again Til I
't my fault To see a hooka, you shoulda shooka Don't playa hate me when I tooka Life of a crook Look at them thug niggas ballin y'all, I gotcha hoochies
I got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake bitches I stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do Cause if I do, Then I get beat
(feat. Outlawz) [hellicopter propeller turning] [Kastro & Napoleon] We goin all out (aiiiite) We goin all out (aiiiite) We goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin
ballin, niggaz we all in And them my motherfuckers callin {ohh, ohh, ohh} Fuck the world! Chorus: 2Pac {They tryin to say that I don't care} I woke
peeps I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight Chorus: If I die tonight
- niggaz put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me for all
, a life of hurtin' Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin certain So I spent your time in poor and working I see no reason So I stay ballin' season to season
this motherfuckin life I lead, sheeit Hella motherfuckin roadblocks and crooked cops We still ride though, what side? WESTside [Verse One: 2Pac] I
niggaz put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me for all the dirt
of hurtin' Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin certain So I spent your time in poor and working I see no reason So I stay ballin' season to season Why
chop it told me one day, if we wasn't signed then he would drop it I peeped the realest, and was choosed had love so I only bought bomb from 7-duce 15
, nigga. What you think? You thought I was playing games or something? [Verse 1:] I see niggaz lookin' at me like I done beat up there momma, but we
I don't know what you do An I know what you've done But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else, But Ball and Bun [Bun] I see no evil, Say no evil, Hear no