goddamn point of trying To do anything at all You tell me Things'll be better tomorrow I have my fucking doubts, oh yeah But I'm gonna try, I'm gonna try
, your fuckin group fell flat without me You mad, what you gonna do rap about me? Your bars is park garbage, hooks is mediocre And your new shoes look like Reebok pennyloafers Try
: [Pac: talking] Fuck all these motherfucker's talking all this old bullshit Like niggas just gonna accept that old trash ass shit We ain't having none
gonna be alright) Everything's gonna be alright (it's gon' be alright) Everything's gonna be alright now (it's gonna be alright) Everything's gonna be
wicked mobster (... ?... ?...) you pray to God. Do whatever, we get the hustle on in the Spring, Fall! In Summer and the Winter months, we gonna praise
call it a cliff hanger Watch me mangle and strangle this whole rap shit, Come On! You can see the way I make em act sick from down bottom The way I
the background] bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah [Talib Kweli] Some people try Some people try just to get by For
Intro) Equal rights and justice for all Rise and never fall Tell dem sey... Boom! What dey gonna do, when nuff a dem nuh true Say what they gonna
me sick to my brain Fuck you, Fuck you Fuck you....[x6]...all All you fuckin' bastards Try to make me sick Every fuckin' chance you can You try to make me fall
I'm always on the road, I'm puttin' on a show I know you really try to keep up with me Baby we're compatible, but you must be sick of all the bull...I
weed leaves, you need these Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor I got double platinum records on the wall While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall Cats wanna try
'll be here and I'll be waiting. I know that youll be near and I'll be waiting. I turn it back and question everything in site. It's like I try to fall
: [studio demo version of the song "you not me" from 1997, recorded ] [during the making of the album falling into infinity. available ] [on the cd single
his uniform Leave him with?f his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn Y?fall niggas?f intellect mad slow, y?fall
a win this race, and i'm a come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch I found my neck, you gonna hear my voice, till you sick of it you aint gonna
're gon' probably crawl And you'll be, sick then and you'll probably barf And my pre-diction is you're gon' probably fall either somewhere in the lobby