on now, baby Come on now, baby Come on now, baby Don't you cry? Come on now, baby Come on now, baby Come on now, baby Don't you cry? Come on now, baby
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and we got you, got you Yo Makaveli they can't stop you [Pac] Hold it down [Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you Yo Makaveli they can't stop you [
You could be a fuckin accountant, not a dope dealer youknowhatI'msayin? (Go to school nigga, go to school) Fuck around and, you pimpin out here You could be a
, but he didn't So I had to put every bullet in him He laugh every time I put it on him I said, I don't give a fuck, I had a ski mask black hoody on him
I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry [Chamillionaire:] Yeah I know I'm sick enough to bless you Ha-choo! The whole industry is gonna feel that flu
ass deep as me Your worst nightmare, don't sleep on me [Chorus] [Rakim] "It ain't where you're form it's where you at" So when you walk through Harlem
you get, you and that fool you wit, gone get yo wig split Black guns, me and my doggs clap guns, don't be thinkin we jus rappin You saw what would happen
(feat. Kam) They don't give a fuck So I don't give a fuck Makes me wanna holler Throw up both my hands [VERSE 1] Movin through the L.A. streets with
something in life Somebody famous someone who would make changes like A superstar actor or maybe a musician A diplomat a scholar or maybe a politician then Hmmm, a
When you hear the song, will you cry (make you won't cry, don't it) Cause you know you wrong (its all good baby, don't even worry about it) Will you
The B-L-A-C-K's, we done forgotten the ways [Frukwan] Yo, check it out, yo. I crawled through the mud, young black blood teachin' his peeps It really don't
moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic On some absurd shit You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger Niggas who take your measurements quick, don't
cry - bull's eye (I cramp your style With a bullet and a smile) [Onyx] What you think all the guns is for? [ VERSE 2 ] What's up, niggas don't seem
in these streets, but you know what nigga It's fuck me, naw nigga it's fuck you nigga I don't like nan one of you cocksuckers nigga This year it's all
set Fuckin up your party, don't know, ask somebody You'll probably die, out the window I fly drive-by I make your mama cry, don't doubt me See you niggaz can't
