the piano I never played But you left with something so much more You walked out of my front door I'll let this out, sing it loud I'll scream it out
by the ocean waves The cigarette smoke that fills the air This is what I live for This is what I live for Yea this is what we live for This is what we
My hands beg the question, My tongue has failed to mention And I'll keep you breaking promises With each every kiss Keep this quiet don't let yourself
' out (nope) And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp) One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin', for all
: [The Game talking] What the fuck is all this noise? He from Cali he can't rap He ain't better than this nigga That's my favorite artist Fuck y'all
ain't coppin' out And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin, for all the
coppin' out (nope) And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp) One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin',
taste the last call - I still feel the bar The plotting of managers in fast open cars Racing the agents - chasing the ancients To the corner stores - to pick out
the ghetto childs My attitude got me walkin solo, ride out alone in my lo-lo Watchin the whole world move in slow-mo For quiet times disappear, listen
, Soon As I Get Home [Verse 1: 2Pac] Dear baby its me again, stuck inside this packed pen trying to pay my debt for all my sins See this penitentiary
worst of the ghetto childs My attitude got me walking solo Ride out alone in my low-low Watching the whole world move in slow-mo For quiet times disappear
hella thick, tryin to get you for yo' grip I know you stressed out and fed up But come out, gun-blazin, and keep yo' head up You can call it what you
of the ghetto childs My attitude got me walkin solo, ride out alone in my lo-lo Watchin the whole world move in slow-mo For quiet times disappear, listen
six, Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child Raised in this whirlwind
of the ghetto childs My attitude got me walking solo Ride out alone in my low-low Watching the whole world move in slow-mo For quiet times disappear listen
be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me Buck, buck, pigs get fucked, don't step ta this Quiet has kept them blessed, on a quest
: (Let him in. Bobby you be quiet out there) yeah don't fear mere words cuz if it takes a word to ruin ya you should have already heard you're finished
