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a price on it, when he come around Its likely that he blunted With a pretty lady in them Nikes that you wanted It's well know he kept it on his hip like
choppers, love hella propers separate the weak for the obster leap hard to keep I got cha, I rock ya word to big poppa, I got cha yeah (Chorus) (
Jason I been iced out like who the fuck need Jacob The doc told me to be patient but I walked Money like the white howard next time he a free agent I
that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked (Where you from fool?) Better say you pro-black Causin walkin in Roscoe's wit'cha chain hangin is like
killer changin the game like them Marcy guys And I been compared to Shyne like Shyne was compared to Biggie I'm from Compton, he from New York City,
birds they love it 20 with a babyface and sit on base like Kirby Puckett You can't buy a Ferrari fuck it, cop lle' from J The bricks come with Louis Vuitton luggage He
your face Cause he dont want you to leave and i dont want you to stay Sometimes i wanna snatch that nigga out tha CLK I know he treating you like k-ci
baby, I treat'cha treat'cha to the finer things The neck bling, wrist bling, wedding ring - nah~! I'm playin Might light you neck or your wrist But'cha
Treat Cha' Treat Cha' To The Finer Things Neck Bling, Wrist Bling, Wedding Ring, Nah Im Playin, Might Light You Neck & Ya Wrist, But Cha Got A ride Nice
't mad at cha (Hmm, I ain't mad at cha) [Chorus: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [Verse Two: 2Pac
to the goal line Catch a nigga Beat him Treat him like he stole mine [echo] No swine I'm a soldier Told cha I control mine [echo] Time to take
finally its time What do we find? A little growning boy of mine with a tortured soul Addicted to a life of crime had no time for the growing stage He
hold up the rap game While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts And still down to die for all my souljas Like hillbillies, they don't fear me So refuse
Murder murder Mr. Lucifer Pictures of the devil DUCK when he shoot at cha, it's all political Runnin from the future, escapin in the fog Live yo' life like
of hell while gettin high as life replays like time; underhanded schemes to get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime My enemies want me squeezed They get dumped like
