take your best shot it's all ups and downs trying to reach the top you think you know what my life's about but i'm not being negative i'm just facing up
I keep pace till these land mines blow up in my face again Dismembered, I still gotta keep pacing on Treading strong, facing the eye of the storm [Chorus
it I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid So nigga blaze,
doin time. Chorus repeats Feelin fucked up in this bitch. Smoke half a ounce to the head. Drop the top. Indo. Hawaiin. Lansbread. Buddha. All that shit. I'm fucked up
like a bitch would Tellin them niggaz, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your
[2Pac] In this motherfuckin life I lead, sheeit Hella motherfuckin roadblocks and crooked cops We still ride though, what side? WESTside [Verse
Nigga controller Whenever y'all niggas try to roll up Thinking I'm a ho, well, come and let me show ya I'm a light up the rhythm like dosia Dumping so potent, nigga don't choke up Flow up
niggas try to roll up Thinking I'm a ho, well, come and let me show ya I'm a light up the rhythm like dosia Dumping so potent, nigga don't choke up Flow up
bust Then we ride to the sun come, shining back to brighten up the sky How many die? Heard the Fugee was trying to do me Look bitch I cut your face
3X] "Let both sides, unite, in peace.." "Both sides begin anew the quest for peace.." "Both sides begin anew the quest for peace.." "Both sides begin anew the quest for peace.." "Both sides
first I was afraid I was petrified Kept thinkin' I could never live without you by my side But then I spent so many nights Thinkin' how you did me wrong
type of niggaz that come to dabble up and down shit, down to face shit. Heinsight tryin' to prove that they got us to pick the wrong time, wrong place
fuck up out my face I'm going to make this money And since I'm always stressin, I keep a smith-n-wessen I looked em in the face before I put 2 in his
(I'ma shoot) Three shots (Three shots) Somebody done made me hot (me hot) You Got Me Fucked Up We Shoot Guns and Hit Targets Meat Market Yall Haters Up
A Potpourri of anarchy. A cold slap in the face. Chaos, Armageddon couldn't lively up this place. With caffeine in my bloodstream and a blank stare
this bitch close the doors up Mines up, yours up, get your bars up Hold up, freeze up, G's and hearts up Hoes up in your face lookin for stardust Didn
He'll be the laughing stock of the Barbary Coast War Like "This dude either got two glass eyes Or he's wearin' his patch on the wrong S-S-S-Side" Now
grey and I am blue Tryin' to make it without you On this rainy day in June Yesterday morning I woke up On the wrong side of the bed And on the right side