AIDS epidemic we ain't pure no more And I know they gotta kill for the shit we ain't ready First we lost Eazy then we lost Pac Biggie got killed when
Them Pills Already On The Test They Tryna Give Him 12 Years You Don't Wanna Talk That Murda Game We Got Blood On Our Hands Block Boys I Done Lost A Couple
I blast and Banned From TV your ass with no mask, look at the camera like what? Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed To the death
? Feelin' so bad I'm feelin so bad for me (What' cha doin' here boy?) lost in the crowd alone I'm drinkin' my third I'm hungry for company, but
: Turn it up, turn it so loud It don't ever stop No no no no Turn it up, makes me so proud I believe in this feeling Well you've lost all the things
I see the glare from a mom who wish she never knew ya I see these news reporters with worry glazed on their faces See little homies lonely cause their boys
to see The best parts of you are now a part of me Ah Mama And when it was cold outside you kept us warm and held us down... [Mom]Hi boys, who wants
pure no more And I know they gotta cure for this shit, we ain't rich First we lost Eazy, then we lost Pac Biggie got killed, when this shit gon' stop?
like a ghost town Would hype some trash The BGs got the hood hot With whites and rats The old folks is mad at us cuz they kids is lost How you expect
'fore I blast and banned from T.V. your ass With no mask, look at the camera like what? Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed To
I believe in this feeling Turn it up, turn it so loud It don't ever stop No no no no Turn it up, makes me so proud I believe in this feeling Well you've lost
I had recently Say they got me on CCTV And them pussyole boys told on me Can't understand why these boys keep snitchin' Can't understand why these boys
fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass With no mask, look at the camera like what? Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
Ha ha [Verse 1: SPM] I gets down and dirty Stood at 7:30 My team for a birdy I don't think ya heard me Take a journey to where boys Die too
caught up with them pills Already on the test, they tryna give him 12 years You don't wanna talk that murda game We got blood on our hands, block boys I done lost
can't maintain better slow your roll boy money, hungry Ain't no ho boy that's for sure boy and you know boy I'll whip your ass like four boys, you're
ain't about rap We bring the noise, lost boys with no cause Slangin' toys, for the fact, we jack and kidnap, we wanted by the big boys Man I was born
