It's only been about ten million months That we were lost in the sauce but of course with the help of the boss We prevail and now we're on this positive
creep, no more then 3 deep, niggas see sheet Let hell stand yo shit burried in the mud Following traces of gun powder, residue, and blood A positive ID
your hand and this is the 9th inning Keep your eyes on the ball when you swingin' Don't be confused, don't be fooled by the wind up Start switchin' your position
'm set Air conditioned cooler system, yo, the tec glisten On a mission, shoot your back out position Found missing, 2-5 deep in prison Kid listen, die on the cross
(Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah) [Chorus] [Verse Two: 2Pac] Tell me is it cool to f**k? Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what? Positions
to the broad daylight No instruments needed just two record players A stage, a crowd and two rhyme sayers Ingredients are here, so have no fear Definitely defy the position
back Once you in it like Bennet you'll soon be lieutenant Like me the Don Juan, Miss Yvonne The sweat-a the money gett-a, copin mad cheddar Stevie's all wondering how I got in this position
block As a matter of fact I could've been a track star (I guess I am) I stacked bars Comin' through your system in them phat cars (uh) Cross country
future I split like atomic and anybody MOY I'ma fond of make Me and my killer guerrillas willin' 'cause we're the corner boys They tryin to battle 'cause they want our position
for the battle With no matter whatever You better be clever Nigga use your thoughts Now nigga who's the boss Nigga look who you crossed A muthafuckin
Bentleys, two thousand Range Rovers 8 Jaguars designed up, 600 million ladies lined up Shoes with built-in air conditioner All 48 Mack trucks parked in position
, I declare war I'll, grave dig them up from Hell, resurrect them From the poisonous bones of swine, I disinfect them Positive energy activates constant elevation Positive
Foes better check they approach me the first G R-Y-M, you know the name I'm hated by the beats like the Feds hate Saddam Hussein Positive brothers ain
take you out -but it's all good, be'cause they show me love in tha hood -i got this shit locked,don't worry bout it. lemme cross ya out Chorus: Hey
you entered they don't fuck with the boss If you disrespectin' me I'm reposessin' like you catchin' The holy ghost make him die like he touchin' the cross
, it's taking down to .. Why don't you do some shots, and watch the sun go down From the dick and you got I wanna hit the spot you see just .. tomorrow cross
strap and don't talk Set trip, murder at night, we stalk Yellow tape, bodies outlined in the chalk I keeps my enemies close Last night seen a life straight turn to ghost My position
wakin up from my hang-over Still high, like I swallowed an ounce of Hell yeah I don't wanna ever be sober Like bein toishin, wake up in the same position