*** on We street connected, respected, I gets pathetic When I did it, I must admit it, so *** go and rep it Lil' homies around here constantly on smash mode Lil
jealous older brother Yea, daddy love us but in the meanwhile You talkin behind his back and in his face you smile You moved out the house, You a failure now And lil
I don't wanna - run no more, but I know that if I stop I'll be another nigga headed to heaven, hangin with 'Pac These motherfuckers look at me like I'
feet like tough actin tinactin I'm runnin this shit you should try tacklin Lil Wayne in one word? Immaculate you see the Big' you see the Jay' the 2pac
off your shoes, and relax your feet It's Lil Flip, Trick Daddy and my boy Greg Street [Hook: Trick Daddy - 2x] [Lil Flip] When I'm thugging like Pac
pro at this Golden gift, grimey as the niggas I be rolling with Lil man hold the fifth, Heavy over loaded piff Chevy over chromey lips Catch me with your homie
want beef You know when your moms ain't safe to walk through the streets My nigga plays 4 keeps And thats on the beach 2pac rest in peace Snoop: and
meet in 7th grade on the B-Ball court Just like the homie Demon Loc Damn too many of my homies got smoked Before I lost 2Pac I lost my Grand Pa Tha
quot;pac we still ballin" (we still ballin, ballin, ballin) uh. If he could only see us now, ayo pac we still ballin! Verse 2 *(yukmouth)* Congregate
money (yeah)(aye)I need that Will Smith Money That K Smith betta mane That Fresh Prince money Aint shit funny A Yungin' doing songs with Ray So make way for the lil' kid money (chorus x2
beer with my homies Before we find world peace We gotta find peace in that war on the streets My ghetto gospel [Chorus - Elton John] [2Pac] Lord
my shower I'm feeling like a gun with a bag of gun powder Pow pow I'm higher than Mr. Childs Fresh from the bottom of the ant pile. Weezy! (Chorus) (Verse 2
know I get,you know I get it crunk [Verse 3-Lil'Flip] Everybody wanna be Pac until they really get shot you claim you runnin the block,but I heard you runnin with cops homie
plenty bitches all up on your dick) I got that How can C-Bo be wrong? How can Yukmouth be wrong? How can Lynch be wrong? How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch! [
fast, put your ass on blast, I'm a natural Lil' dook shoot, dont make me toot toot, you dont wanna make me have to shoot poops (No-oh) [Verse 2 - Big
[song borrows the beat from Lil' Wayne's "You Ain't Know"] [Intro: Chamillionaire] Speakin with a purpose but some folks out there be hatin They be sayin
Wheels The Motherfucking Wheels, Black ??? Bloods, You Niggas Know The Deal Fuck Lamborghini Doors Niga I Ride Stock And Fuck You Lil Rap Niggas Homie I Buy Pac
the jealous older brother Yea, daddy love us but in the meanwhile You talkin behind his back and in his face you smile You moved out the house, You a failure now And lil