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
I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing in front of the judge They say your enemies is close, your friends even
I'm from the 3 and I don't give a fuck And I know you thought I wouldn't be back but you can't keep me down Don't forget about the u and the cash money
and you spent it, ya heard me You 45 cent ass nigga, I make mills Your bets to chill before you get your shit spilled Lil' daddy I hope you make the
I'm spitting It's Camouflage and Murder nigga, so pay attention, bitch Currency, I hope you got currency 'Cause your bail two million dollars, you understand that You
don't want to disturb the dead Is it an enemy in front of me, or have I been mislead Should I stay or fold, I think I'll pack my shit and go I've always
[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
you aim 7 5 till your victim is a goner But it's more than life and I don't blame you Matter of fact I blame your parents for the shit you gonna do
you hide I'll blow out your brain Isn't that fun? Whoever wants some you can hide but you can't run I cut off your legs now beg, yes beg, 1-2 Riduz comin
game you hide i'll blow out your brain Isn't that fun? Whoever wants some you can hide but you can't run I cut off your legs now beg, yes beg {laughing
almost over I got wha'cha want baby, you can step but best believe You won't play me, if you like that, throw your hands up I know you like that, throw
who wanted to kill you. then go get your shit if you Ght i was slippin? i pop in the clip and i blast niggas who trip, then i flip, and i fuck 'em up
way I don't know what you been told About that funk bass control Dat funk baby, dat funk Dat funk baby, dat funk I don't know what you been told About
you owe me a favor, talking don't really matter Either you got it or you don't or you will or you won't Trying to take you dough, you ain't no better
turn your back on friends Oh, I'm heir of the high Lord You better don't trust him The enemy of mine, isn't he of your kind and Finally you may follow
money's your life then don't look twice, Cos u might see far into your same old future. Try your luck I don't want luck, Why should it be luck? Cos
air, you ain't killin' the sky Feelin' the high, nigga is you willin' to lie You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't stealin' the pie I leave a bloody mess
. Verse 1 Look into my mind, can you see the wealth? Can you tell that I want to help myself? But if it happen that I stick you for your ring Don't