create change tell yourself theres a better way ive come to realize, theres a better way the selfish, lethargic nature of our society is not the only way
the Southside, everybody say man that boy's instrumental Better yet he's a republican or a democrat, everytime he look at Talking bout man what he have to have, a
nigga I'ma split a nigga Like a throwed verse, lyrically leaving a nigga in a hearse I'm a thug and a renogator, and a Southside hood waver A 84 block
ain't gotta wait to chop, the Dilla's got 'em Better get 'em, where you at bro? Say Dilla hang corners in a 'Llac bro Cake boys doin it big, we outta control
Feel your way I better shape up, don't treat me this way, Who can keep me satisfied, I better shape up, if I'm gonna prove (you better prove), That my
feel so rough This can't be me, I'm such a happy guy" I laugh a lot but I want to cry A cry for help is just letting go It hurts a lot but I think I know
played like a grizzly. We walk in and house the joint, I'm your man to prove the point Were all in this, together So lets work and make this world better
real, you got me, you got me [Chorus] [Snow] Hey, way-yo-yeah Think about you all the time you go away Hey, know what you say Spend a little time with
a razor blade poem Razor blade eyes, tan colored thighs A girl with a spine and a man on the side So I wait for your eyes I was reading your plays Put a
than a player, I'm more like a pimp I'm more than a Player, I'm more like a pimp (Baby, Cause I'm a macaroni) KK: KK is a nut, got all the hoes that
it's over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap
we came strapped Please forgive me for my wicked ways, fuck a bitch Bad Boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin this Lord have mercy it's a slaughter So
but thugged out, forgive me Janet Who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls You know, the way the games get controlled Yo, two years ago, a friend
ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot, I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons A young nigga askin questions
Growing up as an inner city brotha where every other had a pops and a motha I was tha product of a heated lover Nobody knew how deep it screwed me and
bigga bro couldn't know but buy a four four blasting at playa hating wantin' mo' with a Thug Passion [Verse Three: 2Pac] Putting down mashin' control
a better look at her Right there between the chips and ice cream Stood the answer to a young mans dream Just one look and his whole life took a turn
we could live forever feel addiction take control i know no other way reality its just fantasy again if i could penetrate you soul i'd help you find a way