going nowhere It's not as if they're paying you It's not as if it's fun At least not anymore When your legs are black and blue It's time to take a break
all loyal with big gats, connect like seeds and soil bean with soil Where all my nigga now wigs at? Jim hat, where shorty at with no kids at? Like armored
the club, while puff leaves your lungs It ain't where you from, it's where's your gun And where's your heart Fighting is for fun, but busting is a gun
blast y'all Fast Me and my niggas crash the party If my niggas were shitters Splash bitches before we flash y'all Now what's up All of my niggas salute Where
running's been done for a while Refuse to acknowledge the truth like the mind of a child Continue frontin, like it's nothin while you live in denial While all
say you're proud to be black, and then stand tall But in the videos they ain't no sisters at all You're all a bunch of sell-outs, fakes and frauds If
the +pac shuries+ My process: accomplish through percevierence Every man's not my brother regardless of appearence Apprehension clouds the spirit Tension prepares us for ascension And at
heads open for fun Chase him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run I could flip packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at? Slung crack, real cat, you
a pipe bomb and I just lit it Fuck your iPod and every trash rapper that's in it Come snuggle with a python, it's fun for minutes It's been a lifelong
at all *Runnin' the Game* not at all, homie your runnin' your jaw We grown folks, kiddie schoolers need to go run up the hall Nigga's borin', just ignore
s All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me please You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz wanna be Steve Harvey, no you're hardly funny at all Running the game not at
and force my weary eyes to look At the product of our modern world, at the product of our civilised world And a child's face looks out at me, questioning
Mamita, Dame Un Beso Asi. It's All On Me But Only If The Sex For Free [Dialouge:] Pink: Papi, Where Do You Want Me To Kiss You At? On Your Chest? Cuban
just to do it, FUCK IT He's a bitch, he ain't gonna hit you back, he's nothin Shit, in five years, we're all gonna be eating at Whitey's And he'll be
she believes there's no place like US of A she's into alot of towns full of actions shes quick to announce that there's no fun like New York City with all
but the truth Could I ever be a star Nobody knows who's real and who's fakin' Everyone's shouting out loud It's only the glitter and shine that gets through Where's
Shaft on my musical path [Hook] [Casual] They like "ooh. Don't say that." When it's lay doe A dat Competition where they at? I diss 'em Steady at the