bound to go pro {He gets free, turn on the jumper, good Streak of lightning when he breaks loose We all felt in our hearts we could win this ballgame
land We feelin' right, 'cuz you know we gettin' Wild for da night All my niggas across the sea and the earth Yo you know we comin' through we gettin'
had a guaranteed way To win the hearts of the public who are easily swayed And just this time last year I thought we had it made We were one hit wonderful
hunters nowhere took we found on this planet Earth Makeups all the cookings on a when it's time for bed The TV guide is alma for but nothing is said Will
Vida Is Worth More Than That (That) Every Time We Dont Stop Every Time We Dont Quit But I Dont Know If I Should Stay With It But I Know That I Will Miss
shine, we on the grind and we been waiting To do this for the pimp and the rest of the fallen Soliders we goin hold you down wheter we ballin' Or we
you and I...hey. XV- intro: Yeah Imaginese only ("imagine" mashed together with "Japanese") hehe ya dig Tonight The doctor called me Final Fantasy XV That's fifteen
Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy Win or lose I ride for my boy It's the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy Click We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks nigga
) motion (motion) drop (drop) top (top) West (West) coast (coast) beatin down yo' block That's how we do it out here, out here ? folk That's how we do
good I want yeah but on half i just keep hangin' I'm lookin for a change but change ain't lookin for me Will I remain a B.G. Or a A student We'll see
one, We've got a few generals who just want our guns; But it will take more than that if we're ever to win, Why, we'll have to flatten the country
been a threat, but now I record and they send a check Man I stash half the cash then spend the rest And I woulda been broke like ya'll fighting invests We
stuff that we can grow from Knowin' what level we live we only equal to the work That we put into our lives that's what we get out You having these doubts
Copped the tech We cashing checks, son We out to get the decimals Don't know about the rest of you You fucking with professionals Murderers, that will
Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy Win or lose I ride for my boy It's the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy Click We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks
the tech We cashing checks, son We out to get the decimals Don't know about the rest of you You fucking with professionals Murderers, that will split