, can you knock it Get down on it, sit down on it Southside soldiers, annihilating opponents We want it, I mean a platinum plack The Cadillacs, the highs with the pool in the back
cat, and tell them hoes to back back Ask Fat Rat it's pure facts, we tossing hoes like flap jacks Like serving fiends that white crack, they guaranteed to come back
S.U.C. taking over, on a mash for bread Thoed in the game, driver seat holding the grain They recite my verses word for word, holding they brain I'm
ll realize she can?t She cant hold on In your mind you?re the cause of there demise She screams out loud He holds on tight Turn around and run away Your
Yo I hold My own With the best Of them Out here On the West! Is where I'm Hailing From And as A matter Of fact We ain't never Went nowhere But call This Bringing us Back
on and, we don't quit Rock on and on and on and Rock on and, yeah! Rock on and... on and... on... rock on [echoes and fades]
The hands on the clock seem to stick to the face But the seconds are turning to minutes And minutes to days I try not to look at the grin on it's face
do you hold back, and leave me misconstrued? And why ya gotta act like that? Pushing me back, making me wait again. And why ya gotta act like that? Turning your back
to fall in love? You turn it on, You turn it off. A broken heart just keeps on breakin. (on and On and on.) I've got a hand on my heart, The other covering
on wax , I turn it back into cash Jetting back to the lab, I'm getting back on my job I'm fully backed by the Mobb, I keep my back to the wall keep the
' somethin' to eat I sneak and put rose petals all over the sheets Turn on some slow jams and we have simple sex And the very next night we back to the
[2Pac] Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby Aight f**k it, we gone flip some new s**t now You heard "All Eyez on Me," ni**az know what time it is (Makaveli
on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece Thug
'm hospitable I put you in a hospital, that's how I get at you Let the doc op on you, he don't rid you? You back on the streets? I send another hit at
straight from the dome where I roam it's a job to rob and steal and runnin from the coppers Who hold a, boulder, turn the gun controller Started from
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 game While I pluck holes in niggaz
I got no place to go... Where you find me? 16 on Death Row 16 on Death Row It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries 16 on Death Row
We back for everything you owe, no longer oppressed cause now we overthrow those that placed us in this rotten mess But let's agree on strategy and pick