you wonder why I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride Bitches and niggaz in penitentary suits I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em
Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me (repeat 2X) R U Still Down, to raise em up? R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me (repeat 3X) R U Still Down, to raise em
but they dumb to see [2Pac] Open up fire watchin me spy when my shells split em Plus all them tricks and the bitches go to hell with em Fuck em they
dope boy's turing me on It's just that he know what I want So bad, I love that, I can't leave 'em alone I can't leave 'em alone I tried that game But
They flipped son, they burn me To the first degree; me son, they hurt me! I looked out for them motherfuckers, they burn me! I was good, now I'm bad,
on glass, chasin' a dove That monkey on your back, symbolizes my love Your friends talk bad about me bitch, you sit there and listen to 'em Over and over you hurt
90's was grimey Millennium mac man Clips on the whips I ride in 'em Bad bitches I ride inn 'em Don't worry I'll get 'em Gat Jammed or un-jammed God dam
me cause I hurt you but I aint even do it They predicted it all I dont know how he knew it He said women from Hollywood are "Liar, liar, liars" Fuck em
first degree; me son, they hurt me! (they hurt meee!) I looked out for them motherfuckers, they burn me! (they burn meee!) I was good, now I'm bad, see
retire! [Verse One: Too $hort, Eightball] From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight I Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapes When I was broke, I used to sell em
bitches from the back, have 'em clutchin' they toes Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my clothes
Without a pistol, I'll make you put your hands up So everybody in the place put your hands up [Chorus] Stompin', and pimpin' and mackin' and actin' Bad
s no gimmiks, Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up. [Verse 2: Buk] Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up, you down to die,
shit and more. Questioning life, asking what am I here for? To some, that might seem strange but you dig this, Don't get your feelings hurt, personal and business. Make 'em
of mad men Now he's got soul Sitting there licking log cabin in Charlie Chaplin waddle I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the bad dreams Sparking my
instant one love And you've gotta beg your friends to take 'em off your hands like thumbcuffs Or them barbies you'll vibe for a sexy second (love you) Give 'em
real niggaz move in silence So you'll never know, I dead 'em slow, lay 'em low So I'm the last thing you know, I blast at any foe Dead 'em quick, as fast