Click and (Baby)] It' all the same (These hoes wanna marry a nigga) The same ol' game (Then turn around and bury a nigga) It's all the same (It's all
, it's all international baby, ya feel It' all the same (These hoes wanna marry a nigga) The same ol' game (Then turn around and bury a nigga) It's all the same (It
' 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
hurt Doing dirt they spit it, you can borrow, I mean it Any... confrontation on currency,.. stacking while I'm acting all low ... we see it it's a no
be at It's the same congregation, Young Pac is back YouknowhatImean? [C-Bo] Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit It's a celebration, Young
my mom's use to smoke back in the 70's [echo] Maybe that's why in the 90's I drop g's when I drop degrees [echo] When I ease across the block With
)] 'Til Makaveli returns, it's +All Eyez On Me+ (What do we have here NOWWW?) And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be {oooooooooohhhh
Makaveli returns, it's +All Eyez On Me+ (What do we have here NOWWW?) And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be {oooooooooohhhh} You
box in the vet, bumpin nobody seen it, but it's our hood I figure them bitches who did it consider it all good, but y'all would wanna live like shade
in a bag, an wrap him.... up. [Verse 2: T-Luni of Cydal] It's all business so when the picture come bouncin off yo head don't take it personal money
be beastin Heard he kill people we believe em Oh shit he's reachin (Get down) It goes, Click Clack What you wanna talk about Click Clack What you wanna talk about Click
blood drips It's carved by the birds that fuck the same dick All the niggaz that could fuck the same bitch Coked out and shit, sodium, fuck the whole click
Them Things Spit Rounds They Flow Through The Hood If You's A Hard Nigga You Feelin You Gotta Proof It I Run With The Unit, Please Man Dont Do It Act
It's true that I got shot in the heart But when someone seems too good to be true, they usually are But see, when you're in it it's too hard to see 'til
don't want it back, don't try to use it then give it back to me Cuz I ya'll niggaz now, runnin around sayin "50 getting all this rap money and he won
em like my ABC's Stay away from the D's and stack ya cheese Try to see three hundred g's fore you see three hundred C's Tree top to feel the breeze co
pistol speak for me and all of 'em foreign. Click-clack! - Comprende? I'm criminal minded! Toss money in the sewer! - Bet nobody find it! Till it's rusty
