you don't want it to be But when it's time to make it happen make it happen with me But... [Hook] Did you do it like this? Then you can do it like that
doin' shit that most real niggaz only heard I'll go about from the East to the South We be spittin' game, that we know it, no doubt [Chorus: Mausberg] All
makin' life long plans It's cold how the game switched, I'm respected But it's twisted how it seem that you can't except it Doin' what you said you never
every word, in my letter, to the President s**t is still f**ked up y'all And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better and it ain't gon' get better [2Pac
real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace I'll let them niggas know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night
with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets, you knew we... I'll let them suckers know it's on for life Don't let the westside ride tonight
know this was tha wrong street Bang bang, down another casualty But it's a cop who's shot there's brutality Who do you blame? It's a shame because tha
gun in hand He shot the cop (damn!) now he's a dead man I said, come on, it's time for us to get away (Let's go, we gotta get the fuck outta here) They
Oaktown, they backin me up all the way You know you gotta love the sound It's from the rebel -- the rebel of the underground Rebel he's a rebel, rebel
say shit, now it's 1999 It's a different grind, don't disrespect the Don It's still war motherfuckers So let's see you act like you know
niggas from way back Witness me strapped with Macs, knew I wouldn't play that All you old rappers trying to advance It's all over now, take it like a
done let it fuel my anger I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger The brother in my set, is 16 is wet It's hard to adapt, when you're black
it seems, it's check out time [Chorus: 2Pac] We gotta go [2X] Gotta go, gotta go Yeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time We gotta go [4X] Gotta go
it's crazy And the food could have been finer I'll never forget Never forget the night at Dopefiend's Diner [Chorus] x2 (What's goin' on) Another gunshot
s only one way up hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper
my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin trap And they wonder why it's hard bein black Dear Lord can ya
Ah yeah... Uhh Uhh Hollar if Ya Hear me Yeah... Here we go Turn it up Let's start From block ta block We're snatchin' hearts And jackin' marks And
me, she squeeze me, lady take it easy! Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don't want it if it's that easy Ayo bust it, baby got a problem saying bye