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still high assed out screamin' 'thug till I die' before I passed out but now that your gone i'm in tha zone thinkin' 'I don't wanna die all alone' but
Tupac's new record *static* [Dominique] Right, but don't you feel like that creates *static* a tension between East and West? *static* He's talking about killing people
been thinking drinking over a felony and hell of me and how it will be some other shit People telling me to cool out But they ain't feeling me a
ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire? Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair
] People always talkin 'bout My reputation~! I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em, I don't love 'em I don't care, what
with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin fool Hell this music thing is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in school And ain't wind up to be dumber
Caldwell, aw hell, the whole hood Big Pun, no name, up to no good Ellay Khule, T-Dac, Missing Page Party ain't over 'til I disengage But shut your mouth
City in this bitch Fuckin the game up on some real nigga shit (Talking) We still get our shine on, ya heard me [Chorus x2] We on factory, We on factory We ain't
wanna be my hookers cause I'm the pimp type You, you know my rank, sonny, top gun You, you ain't nothin but a old rusty shotgun [JuJu] You couldn't bust
of homeboys I ain't cool with A lot of people that nigga went to school with Happy as hell to see the big dog doin' it But would none of them believe
so Smoked me a blunt, fucked a hood rat ho Kill a couple niggas, smack a couple bitches Runnin' mothafuckas for the rips and they riches Ain't shit changed but
the homies Ain't no ?? where the Kelly is down for When I'm hangin' on 3-8 double O A homicide when a nigga ride Ain't naythin' good about shit with
put that shit out man You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court (Man fuck dat man they got my nigga) Man that shit ain't cool man (
fuck around If a nigga ain't got no money for Lay, I'll come around Ain't it funny how niggas turn funny-style When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't
pipes as I smoke in em I shit rhythm and I'm nice ain't no competition [fart sound] (Ewwww) It smell good and the weed still sell good for the lay bits
get my people back to where they should be and since nobody else gon do it it's gon have to be me First of all the projects is fucked up and it ain't
