nuff disto my presence Then I'm divine like the seven Keepin it tight cuz what safice is raw nigga, it's only right [Chorus x4] [O.C.] Microphone's
I right, be tighter than pin stripes Born by mob boss, my flause in affect on the mic Keep it tight, with out a fight is raw, it's only right I know it's
just riding my big, black limo Like I'm supposed to do I'm a fast-shooting star that aiming more than far Say what you want I live my life right here, right
It ain't the niggas that act hard it's the niggas that be like quiet-like It's the ones that put the slugs in your ass and tell your ass goodnight So
' through the sand Holdin' hands, and 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
it timin That's while I keeps on grindin (that's right) to the point where a nigga can't stop Too much feelin this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel
trying to dig a hole in your jeans Now it seems, it's check out time [Chorus: 2Pac] We gotta go [2X] Gotta go, gotta go Yeah baby, hahaha, it's check it
C.E..O.'s Put your mouth on this pistol nigga Put your mouth on the pistol! Hahahaha, yeah nigga no more pain Prison ain't changed me nigga, it made
in LA, it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Makaveli It's the, City of Angels and
clean, then bring it If it's high performance, then swing it If it's a motorcycle, you better serve it And if you get a ticket, you better deserve it
slammin 'Groupie Ass Bitch' See all the hoes lookin, it's time to get pussy Hey cutie, you right there Tell your friend behind you to come over here And get with a real man, stop playin with a punk Only
A. through the Bay; right? [scratches] [Mann:] Back up to back up in the mix like that (yeah!) And I know ya like it when it's just like that. (that!)
beat you wit my pistol like Kane did Charlie, It's T.O.N.Y.Y.A.Y.O., My whole clique got dough, my Os on the fly hole, C4s, we fly on linz, And my rocks
's coming D-Tweezy's coming you're sick to your stomach 50 percent of it's 50 cent The other 50 percent of it's who's color of skin it is But if you even
together Shorty its only right that we ball together I'm into bigger things y'all niggaz y'all know my style Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow My pinky ring talk it
-T-C-H A nigga who's a B-I-T-C-H He never wants to - congradulate, he hates Cuz he's a fucking M-I-T-C-H [Tech N9ne] What up Mitch Is it an every day
