: I've loved everything about you that hurst, So let me see your moves, Let me see your moves, Lips pressed this close to mine True Blue, but the prince
: Slow down! This is slippin' through my mind, the conversation has run out of time. Honey, I know you know what I mean, and that's the one thing that
at me I'm a G I'm a motherfuckin' G Look at me Everybody look at me Can't you see I'm a motherfuckin' G Look at me Everybody look at me I'm a G I'm
up a peace treaty or go get some muscle Call the lighty brothers, call all your lil' flunkies Call the snitch hotline and get the G-Unit monkeys Call
snitch so its g-g-g-unot Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
nigga down So here's the burner in your face motherfucker silly sucker ass clucker now you're duckin cause you can't stop a Y.G. Gangsta, cause I'm true
s On The Truck, Give Me Coochie Yep, When I Come Through In The New G Yeah, With 2, 3 Teck, The Niggas Harlem Shakin Like The New G-Dep, Tryin To Read
the N-O-T-O-R, O-U-G And i'll blast that ass With the shank, don't need no uzi Tryin to do me, a true G But i'm not Jimmy Walker With the blade, I get
G.A.V G.A.V Rim'k X2: la B.A.C tourne tourne en rond sauf personne glande quand tu sors de G.A.V mais t'es lasse G.A.V (Merci a TupacShakur69 pour
: featuring Jadakiss [Intro] (2Pac) Niggas! (Yeah!) (Uh) Niggas! [Verse: 2Pac] Who's afraid of the punk police? Niggas run the streets, no justice
t worry me mama don't cry bury me a G More Trouble than tha average just made 25 and i'm livin' like a savage bein a G ain't no easy thing cause you
t worry me mama don't cry bury me a G () More Trouble than tha average just made 25 and i'm livin' like a savage bein a G ain't no easy thing cause
: PAC'S THEME ~Statements variously said throughout song.~ I was raised in this society so there's no way you can expect me to be a perfect person
shit And everybody wants to kill a bringer of bad news, so they choose, to point the finga Chorus [2Pac] One two three, peace to the real G's Still
: So what the fuck you talkin about?! Aw, shit. Goody, goody, gumdrops. Nigaa, get your hoodie and your gun cocked. Rock it till the drum stops. Hip
the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house [Ice T] O to the mutha fuckin G
: Guess who's back? [2Pac] Drop the drums, here it comes, only got two minutes to bounce, and every second counts Better press, wreck on your tech,
