you want it (Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah) [Chorus] [Verse Two: 2Pac] Tell me is it cool to fuck? Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or
You make traffic stop Oh baby your body cause accidents Been diggin' you for a minute So I've been at you since day one Now we on stage one So
the rear, that I'm standin' here And can't afford a tissue for my tear Should I drink wine and brandy or get a Job puttin' stripes on candy or put a
with Joe Young Tongue below one, spit dumb, moron For white boys to snowboard on So whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want? Chew spearmint gum two double pump Two
From Argos, Elizabeth Duke Maybe you're the skywalker to my luke The Darth to the Vader Flip Over the Crossfader I'll serenade you with a bag of space raiders Or walkers or smiths or
From Argos, Elizabeth Duke Maybe you're the skywalker to my luke The Darth to the Vader, Flip Over the Crossfader I'll serenade you with a bag of space raiders Or Walkers or Smiths or
tool the Mother fuckin (cannon). Other words I'm the real for real We can go check for check or bill for bill, We can go chick for chick or skill for
fem where yo mom's at Motherfucka you hear that? And I ain't talkin' about them heavenly skies I'm talkin' fire from nines Or maybe the fifty cal 'cause you like five-oh Or
Enuff, uh, come on Enuff, one more time [LL Cool J] DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff You're the honey that I see when I'm ridin by The one givin me a
dead Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead One gun, two gun, three to the head Shots'll spill, niggas think it's not for real Make your body disappear like
Yeah you stand the third house Right beside the one with the gate I'm gonna walk over there and knock on his door *knock* Nigga this is the heaven
(DJ Paul) Ah yea We finna get ready to bump that smoked out loced out part two mystic stylez 3 6 mafia in da hoe We finna do that dat sheeeeeit...
, or I'll take your momma's life In the life of a dealer, they can never call police Undercover knowin' this, secrecy, that's the key One two three knocks
slept all day but I really aint slept at all I got bills that's due, need cheques today southside don't play play around if you want me, another black body
don't even see her Tell my boy in the cut man holla when you see her I'm bling blingin man, me and Ghetto Bill I put my number on a hundred dollar bill
bills, recoup a half a mil Still got my deal, pop the 700 Benz-o You never seen, cash money fiend A lot of cats wanna dream Pack a shorty black or Phillipian
Look here see Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal Found the body dead in the isles Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a dirty broad Guess
for himdelf,send my love to a battlefield Aint no wack,its a straight up fact Or dip down in black once you hear the clap clap Verse one: Shit iz real