Nappy boy nigga, Dope... ayyyy Dope I'm a let you remember this time shorty, Dope just cause I luv ya... Dope... now let the horse play... Dope ayyy Dope ya dope
respect it nigga Whoever don't want to respect it we gon come and take it nigga So if we don't fuck with you nigga don't ask why we don't fuck with you
t slip or slide 'Cause when I was comin' up you was talkin' shit Now that I made a nigga suck a dick I know what's happenin', don't think I'm dumb Kid
Steady flowin against the grain niggaz STILL don't know me It's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit It ain't funny niggaz don't even know
2 -- Tupac I ain't got time for bitches Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches even when I die they won't worry me mama don't cry bury me a G ()
Chorus From tha Cradle to the Grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living
t, mad at mha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at cha, noooo I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh
't worry me I'm high livin' like I ain't afraid to die And you could walk a mile in my shoes and you'd be crazy too Chorus Verse 3 Ain't no escape
got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin! Don't want to be another number
Cause we three million minds Remember that Damn its a shame But still I'm in the game I'm tryin to get street fame (chorus) (Syke) Don't blame my mama Don't
2 -- Tupac] I ain't got time for bitches Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches even when I die they won't worry me mama don't cry bury me a G
got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin! Don't want to be another number I
cause I ain't mad at cha (Hmm, I ain't mad at cha) [Chorus: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [Verse
You can't cope, cos man, it's just dope I never argue, I'm never fussin' You know why? I'm crushin' and bussin' (Yeah, that was dope, Cool) Man, you know it. Yo, E.S.T
m not fakin' On the mic to do what's right Certified by C, so don't bite If you do, you'll hang by my rope You can't cope (Why?) cos man, it's just dope
see a young nigga havin thangs but couldn't stop, get it off faster than he could chop it told me one day, if we wasn't signed then he would drop it I
like Aladdin I'ma step to the mic, you wish you hadn't Cause I get mad when You attempt to invade my queendom Stop dreamin, don't hand me that I murder