Fake light from the sun it's driving me mad it's poisoned our good name somebody said the sky's turning red no one can be trusted I want you
be sleepin' But fuckin' your hoes don't do nothin' but keep my beeper beepin' Deep, in the West Side on the East Side of Oakland maddoggin' these niggas
York? Ugh, E-A-Ski, uha This is for my real niggaz in New York city, nigga What's up Kay Slay? You know, I'll get down Westcoast, this is for these fake
[Talking: Tupac] Because I can't always be in the Bay And I know how the Bay is the Bay is the side people man if you ain't there they goin talk about
ghetto nigga) A ghetto nigga you can tell in a talk On the corner selling the snort It's hell in New York Won't stop for a minute cops telling you hawk Fake
out Cause we, were destined to be Like Jay and B, or Janet and Jermaine Dupri I let you see, a whole 'nother side of me A side of me, that other women
we forget about the little things Say word now you hang out with big girls And the guys you date these days differ I hear the stories and it makes me sicker My heart aches you fake
Free yaself from all that evil last night something has kept me awake, a thousand faces which all wanna fake me with dem artificial smile and the words
get a little Something for his appetite Everybody needs to have a recreation Everybody needs a little comfort for the soul You'll never make it in a motown suit No way to fake
Brothers On The 4th Floor with only one sister Wanna make moves yo just like a twister So if you're with me raise your hands in the air And wave 'em side to side
they say, these ni**az is gay (Outlaw - Outlaw) Blast me? It could never happen At least not while I'm walkin and rappin Heard of some ni**az on the other side
[Tupac] I ain't got no mutha fuckin friends Thats why I fucked your bitch You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You
*Little kid* Tell me about these fake ass bitches [2Pac] Look here little nigga Most of these niggaz be bitches too but you'll never hear that side
ride Grab your bulletproof vest nigga cause its gonna be a long one Now me and Quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side The real side
in the fog Live yo' life like a hog nigga, me and my closest road dogz [Chorus: sung] Every ghetto street got a crosswalk Let me get to the other side
in bed, then we straight kick it Me and you in satin sheets, 'til after two Come take a walk on the wild side, enjoy the view Whenever we collide;
be a motherfucker for real niggaz I swear these playa haters done got a taste of power It ain't all good in the hood Least not on my side, from where
