why would you ever think we'd play the game that fair? (sharks like me swim under the surface, with charm like his my lines are worthless) we'll hunt you
would you ever think we'd play the game that fair? (sharks like me swim under the surface, with charm like his my lines are worthless) we'll hunt you
life of an enemy shit instead of me Let me see if your the murders mean any thing 7-0-2 wit a strap and a sack and a gat, matter of fact Look at that,
is brainless You tied up at gun point, flinch make you famous Blow make me live aimless, my gun stainless Aim for your temple, hope you die painless Illest shit we
teeth And had a half a mil' concealed beneath Building B Ugh...received word they on the block I got the call on my two-way radio watch It was a Tuesday
see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away. You're right. There is no diff between me and you Except I look good and you look through. Take that. [Repeat
you hang with, and do your thang with could set you up and wet you up, nigga peep the language It's universal, you play with fire it may hurt you or burn
quick, you bitch and if you not on my side youse a trick R-A-Tree, go sell yo meat. And I'll start usin that fuckin jimmy bitches and the niggaz hangin
me a mag, must've known that I was Complex They say that you a wild individual You just not getting my style, you too typical Now everybody got a word for me
hands, we have a plan We just messin' around and we making new grounds, For the whole wide world to see If you see us in town, you know it's going down
paid me The reason why you know my name is dre made me I got a fly ass house, Man that shits crazy I got a fly ass wife, life and two babies And if the
many chickenheads, we can't get you in, we can't get you in So many chickenheads, we can't get you in, we can't get you in So many playa haters, we can
.R.S.E. And we don't fear pain, it's a door to life source And we could make our own fun, we don't, gotta find a court It's as plain as this, we could
the man With a clan, never ran, and in demand [D] So just a [R] Bust a rhyme [D] It's a must cause I'm [R] Funky fresh, in the flesh AND YOU KNOW THE
things going on, actions i regretted, Stain bottle with a pipe and tin foil on the matt. Scott texted me telling me he'll have a look at the TV for me, And
up for a life like this Your God is booing you offstage And your heroes don't respect you It's all in vain and can't be bought: Hung from the ceiling
