You don?t have to know me To know that something?s wrong Eighteen years later, nothings changed, nothing ever does Everyday just worse than the last
-9 reel up you better throw your shield up We dope runners and cake runners All out big head hunters three glots and sixin it off the chain young stunners Better slow down
Never do it again (You'll never do it again) Everyone was havin' fun But you were the one Kicked out in the cold You slept in your clothes You let 'em down Down
[scratching] "times running out" [scratching] "got to decide now" [scratching] "but something inside wont let me quit" [Verse] People are so fickle
Don't think that I'll forget, 'cause I've got you memorized from head to feet, from head to feet, like a cold, cold walk down Division Street Now what
before I tell ya how I'm feeling There's no way to begin like winning half a million and then kissing Philbin Girl I know you're moody You blow hot, blow cold, cold
to me Cause ain't no simpin' in the P (let it pass) Your fast and smooths be way too slow Oh yeah I miss the way you blow, but I could let go See freaky
, I'ma bring him to his feet, quick Pass the clip, I think I see him comin now Fuck the bullshit, posse deep and let's run him down Gots to be the first
head Niggaz holla out my name and it's similar to rape Motherfuckers know I'm comin, so they runnin to they graves, watch Swoop down with my nigga from
Mad To put it on, can't none come tougher see I'm down with the sound of the Squad hard, boom! Breakin em down, I make em see their doom Coming straight
I don't think they knowin Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin Well are you still down nigga? Holla when you see me And let these
flip your hands up (Fucking with a changed man) Changed man, you dealing with a changed man [Verse 3: Tupac] A niggas so cold when I flow Bow down
it Don't pull your file But I got enough bullshit to deal with I'm rollin' with the thugs so You must be on drugs to the head Get your ass break down
too [get on it] let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha night I got my mind made up, come on... get in get in too let it ride... tonight's tha night
they like to beat ya down a lot When you come around the block brothas clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but don't
slow Let your man do the hustling while you lay in the shade I'll throw a deuce to the haters, call a spade a spade And let you know I'll never hurt
in him We might fight with each other, but I promise you this We'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed To live and die in LA (Let my angel sing) Chorus
to go No matter how far I find To let you know That You're not alone Being born with less I must confess Only adds on to the stress Two gunshots to my homies head