Cold In The Winter My Community Centers Who Gave Me Dinner I Aind Mind My Table Chairs Gave Me Splinters Set Up To Be A Loser But Was Made To Be A
Armed & Dangerous" But don't no body really see tha picture And do ya see ya momma face starrin' at some tissue? I made my mind up befo' I got a record
warzone Bouncers actin' like cops in the club Mother fuck around and get dropped in the club They don't play enough 2Pac in the club The industry done made
hustling, get paper with my niggas Last of a dying breed, Pharaoh clique in your section Before I leave my rest, kiss my wiz, load my weapon Yeah that's my
crispy shining from my wrist to my gold chain Anywhere I go I keep the hood I never change If it ain't up on my lap got it stashed in the Range, ****, ****
but I gotta call my homey see what he say I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime And ain't no way I'ma
Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun 'Cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the court room Waitin' on the outcome Free 2pac is all that's on that
G' But right now I got my mind set up Lookin down tha barrell of my 9 Get up Cause it's time to make tha pay back phat To my brothers on tha block
crispy shinnin from my wrist to my gold chain anywhere i go i keep it hood i Never change if it aint got it in my lap i got it stashed in the range *
at my competition's flashin my jewelry. You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective. The shit you heard ain't do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch. Run up
niggas, how they gonna capture me It's gettin' crazy, it's hard to make my mind up Now should I, buck 'em down, or put my nine up? You see, I ain't a
Jeru's enema What's the secret within my esophagus is discovered like Tutenkahmen's sarcophogous I got niggaz lookin for Webster's like George Papadopolous Yo Ras pardon me my
[Ill Bill] They got AIDS infectin' the globe, Laser weapons and Clones Comfortable as Presidents, Death, Artificial intelligence Frozen organs, post-mortem
relize,im set out to get mine {chorus}x6 [2Pac] i keep my mind on my money,money on my mind finga on the trigga,nigga,hand on my nine smokin blunts
penetrate Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made Check my armor no clouds in my stones
made nigga [2Pac] Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched My adversaries, get fucked, feel me? Multimillionaire
gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up (2x) [ verse 2: doracell ] Lord, see me, to the last year, my islamic roots
reinforcements Tore shit up from the lab to the rooftops Officially the hottest nigga rappin' since 2Pac 'Fore you rap 'bout me, best ask 'bout me I'm out my fuckin' mind