and you might not make it [Chorus:] So what we got to do to get into it What we got to do to get into it Boy thinking we can do it [Mia X] Now we can
do to get in 2 it What we got to do to get in 2 it Boy, thinking we can do it So what we got to do to get in 2 it What we got to do to get in 2 it Boy
Traduzione: Demonio. Get In 2 E.
swingin', exhale from my windpipe the game of life's like spades first, niggas move forward just to reverse still I'm in it, penin' it, it hurts worse
tore us apart To my critics don't get it twisted, toe-to-toe from the start It's your life, you wanna risk it? Throw four from the park When I shifted
[Verse One: 12 O'Clock] It's nine-six I'ma bang you with some hits In two-thousand six I got my son makin hits A nine to five it's a job to survive
son Skeet them jaws, skeet them draws Pull it out and skeet the walls Grab it, flip it, hold it, rub it When I skeet is when you suck it All you have
worry about your topics like abortion So I fiend for the funk like a dope-fiend junky Fuck you all, and let us get So Funky! [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice]
[2Pac] As the world turns.. As the world turns my ni**az grow and grow and grow and get dough and roll and ride ni**az die and mommas cry ni**az got
make em' G's Lord help me wit'it Got me paintin' pictures of a mil-ticket Help me get'it See me and pray for options but the pressures nonstop Niggaz get
[2Pac] (hahhh, hahaha) Hehehe, word It's like all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni**a, haha) Tell me how you feel
shows pimp us like hoes They got dough but they hate us though You better keep your mind on the real shit And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites They way they see it
[2Pac] They claim that I'm violent, just cause I refuse to be silent These hypocrites are havin fits, cause I'm not buyin it Defyin it, envious because
kiss ya, on every curve Slow down baby don't rush, I like it slow Can't hold it any longer, so let it go Open the gates, do you wanna fall up in heaven
Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside And even as a crack fiend, mama You always was a black queen, mama I finally understand for a woman it ain
vest Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket Get your money motherfucker let's get rich and we'll kick it All eyes on me! [Chorus Three: 2Pac]
come to get their interviews To them it's just story And they can't see the tragedy To them it doesn't matter 'Cause hey it wasn't their family I don'
