I'm fucking everything until I'm peeping it Why you trying to do what you already know that I'm the king with it And, you don't want to come behind me
motherfucker? I don't know The fuck wrong with you bitch? When I met you I admit my first thoughts was to trick You look so good huh, I suck on your
Sad if we try I want to start love over Let's make it do or die When I was nine years old I realized there was a road At the end I would win lots of
on Don't worry bout why I ain't got mine on I want some new shit, I don't want nothing that you can tell time on Things ain't all good right now Cause
' And all you punk police, can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin' nigga, legit Free like O.J. all day You can't stop me You know I got
and hate I love you/I hate you, I love you/I hate you I love you/I hate you, love and hate [Verse One] I want you to live life/I don't care if you
shit and I know you won't like it Lil' Rob got some new shit and I hope you don't like it, ponle Listen over here, over there, what's that sound? Lil' Rob, can't
, I won't be listening to that no more You vatos make me not want to listening to rap no more Hoping you don't have no more [Chorus] Rolas in progress
[Verse One: 2Pac] Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out Got a nigga wantin it so bad I'm bout to pass out Wanna dig you, and I can't
can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin nigga, legit Free like O.J. all day You can't stop me You know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker
'bout the stuff that don't wear off It don't fade, it'll last for all these crazy days These crazy nights, whether you wrong or you right I'm a still
now the only people coming to your shows is friends Of your sorry ass, I ain't sorry, I'm kinda glad I admit I took your cd back and said it was scratched
. you dont want to swap bullets with the mob you don't wanna bring darkness into this. You don't wanna be around when the reaper comes, You don't wanna
light's there so all you christians don't get mad at me i just hope that your mystical, magical miracle's workin catastrophies and this ain't blasphemy, but artilery is my strategy I hope
, adios, uno, dos You fall off and you can?t come back You get the hit single, your album sound, wack I give you the leeway, you sound like us, rock like
You just can't kill one you stupid bitch You got to kill us all What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel To make me wanna run up in ya home