There used to be a time when everything was so clear, so simple, but now I'm not so sure Friends you knew, or so you thought, changed, faded, lost
sto', breakin they ass off something proper The gun G-O-D's pulled up, sitting on choppers Cuz you know I can't be slippin in the '94 So put up a glock
who's up The mystic ruler, grand imperial Filthy, but milky like cereal Bang this in ya stereo MC's is dead and I'ma get head up at they burial And that
wanna take 'em outside and lay slugs up in 'em But that's trippin', and that ain't my sport I'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port I sip my
Dogg] My sister's cousin's told me Her sister heard some stories We were so gangsta growing up We got the girls excited Sluts up front just give their
whore We got the drop on you you're through So don't try and copy The style of those you chose to propose because you're sloppy There's a noise at the front
play doughnut Don't get your ass sewn up Why you leakin on my blown out Hey, you're mixed up like a bowl of nuts You fuck around and got it twisted up
it nigga? (I don't know) Oh shit, 12 o'clock Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here (hell yeah) Nigga, it's check out time nigga Hey call up
as God as my witness right hand on the bible and Tokyo hunny turned it up hotty got though i stroke for show now up in Atlanta at the strip club she
them niggas came up' that's right baby life goes on.... and we up out this bitch hey Kato, Mental y'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up
way we made it [Soul] That's just the way it is [both] Slangin rocks, in front of niggaz kids [Pac] I came up My message to the censorship committee
make that ass drop make the front pop And Hit the three wheel motion All Day Hit the freeway take it easy, uhh Let's slide And pick-up some hoochies
be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials Sew up all the potential
do you believe in? Who do you believe in? [Verse One: 2Pac] I see mothers in black cryin, brothers in packs dyin Plus everybody's high, too doped up
jealous, jealous I was with you when You didn't have no dollas, no dollas Hangin' at the crib Chillin' with your momma, your momma Never fronted you
In and out and up and down baby, and down baby Down with the sounds of the bass and drum In and out Front to back Up and down Round and round [fade
them 8 Mile alleys, let's rally [Eminem] Hands up for the grand finale Now raise up out your seat, Dre's about to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up
