a its a felony ch check out my melody missy got the recipe i can autotune like t-pain zoom i be in the latest (repeat t-pain)
And Good Humor, don't be silly It's gravy baby, I got it all smothered Like makeup, I got it all covered Want a jewel, don't be cruel It's authentic,
bleeder, to a Interstate skater A fifty pack scorer, to a heavy weighter a cookie baker And nigga, I ain't ask I took my paper Cause fool I ain't a rookie
, she ain't nothing Kosher She lets me closer, hotter than a pepper crusted samosa While I try to keep my composure She was walkin' around with a loaded shotgun Ready to fire
the banner of felt scraps glued together reading, "Jesus Lives In Me." Alone in the night he mocks the words of the preacher: "God is feeling your every pain
You didn't ask no questions I wouldn't tell you no lies I didn't need any answers They were there in your eyes Don't stop me from falling I can't get
m slowly dying But the rain will hide my crying, crying, crying And you Don't you know my tears will burn the pillow Set this place on fire 'Cause I
fire and shes makin me hot And the beat don't wanna stop And the heat is driving me crazy And i want her to be my lady Shes fire and shes makin me
Karankatakaranka Strip and step to the fire Sex with the flames, enjoy Pain relieves you from secularity Fade away in infernal way Freaks, why don't
my side, can't you hear me cry? I'm on fire - but my baby's not She's pretending to love me I'm on fire - when she's not even hot She ain't likely
Yo Makaveli they can't stop you [Pac] Hold it down [Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you [2Pac] After the fire comes the rain, after pleasure there's pain
) I can't sleep, so I stay up, don't wanna fuck them bitches Try to calm me down, I ain't givin up I'm gettin lost in the weed, man, gettin high Livin
part of me that wasn't always shady Don't trust my lady, cause she's a product of this poison I'm hearin noises, think she fuckin all my boys, can't take
have a seed, I'ma guide him right Dear Lord don't let me die tonite I got words for my comrades, listen and learn Ain't nuttin free, give back what you
again The heartz of men [Chorus] The Heartz of Men My lyrical verse with so much pain that to some niggas it hurts My guns bust And if you ain't
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
