tell him but he act like he don't know me Pull out his pistol and show me, my lil' homie [Chorus] [2Pac - over Chorus] Hahaha, whassup nigga? YEAH!
'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya Think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her It's like a motherfuckin priveledge
livin life defiant, nickel plated chrome Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant, and I ain't lyin It's like it's me against myself with all these
. Roll up in the club and shit (is that right?) {All Eyez On Me} {All Eyez On Me} But you know what? [2Pac] I bet you got it twisted you don't
' My Thug Passion [Chorus: Jewell] I heard it's the bomb and you got it going on give me some of your Thug Passion Babby You got me dripping wet
ya just like daddy ---------------------------- I met her when she was younger when her daddy died when she was younger her moms let her do what she
Smile n**** my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2:] You know Oprah got In Da Club on her iPod She don't want me on her show
see whats up I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk Carve ya ass up nice, you play me like a punk [Chorus] In my hood niggas got love for
got-I got a fully loaded clip I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit (Yeah) I got-I got a fully loaded clip [Verse 1] You wann' problem wit' me? -
K-I-S-S-I-N-G She was pregnant by me once glad she didn't have it Cause I be paying child support now god damn it Tish was my bitch, til she fucked my
Down Sneakers To Runnin Da State I Can't Die..I Got To Much Money 2 Make U Got Plans Then U Kno Were I'm Comin Frm Ma Stomach Numb I Got 99 Problems
wrong hood Unless you got a vest on That Teflon Like a don should I'm rollin' sticky green Every nigga with me clean Strap got it tucked know what I mean
got some money Ain't it funny, they diss you when you lookin' bunny But she your honey, when your stuff shrimps in her tummy I just call it how I see
'll do me Can we do it, do it like that? Keep it creepin', creepin' Yes they say it's better than sneakin', sneakin' But when it's all over, it's
: [2Pac] Nigga we doin this shit from Cleveland to LA nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo I don't give
shit? We got a lot of it You wanna get high? I'm on top of it You want bottles? C'mon, we poppin it You want a revolution? Ain't no stoppin it Enemies
local but thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots on a first name basis And your city faded off to brown, nino She insists she got more class, we know
you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing But it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it's a wrap How could you