and it isn't me. Flip my initials and see what it says: Nothing to "WE." Now flip them back again. It's perception as a curse and what's worse is apathy
: Young mothers That's right I feel ya (hey) I know how it is (MAMA's JUST A LIL' GIRL) Don't nobody understand I feel ya [Verse 1: Tupac]
of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy Maybe it's just the drugs, visions of how the block was Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us Perhaps
them ... Fucking make a million,.. from the top of the building, I brick them... I could see it with my eyes right, it wasn't hustle, it's a pig that
a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin you none the less ?? that crazy muthafucka from the world's
we gotta get money so fuck it just show him what's real Cause it's all about money, money, yeah Don't get in my way Fuckin' with my money cause that
raise the roof, we wanna fuck it up We wanna do whatever it is the fuck you call it As long you get out the fuckin way, let Cypress come through Woooorrrdd
they can't handle it like a man And that's when it just happens And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't rap is it? Hip-Hop isn't
straight Now it's obvious who smokes the most and the best weed And it's obvious who got the most and the finest hoes And it's obvious who's gonna get
Pulled out a ice-pick and picked the bitch up Smackin' it pushin' it in my ear-fuck! Lord oh please what's happening to me?- It's the poisonous air from
how the funds once came then I ran across this memory and it stung the brain How can you ever destroy the beauty from which one came That's a savage
hood, my hood Well let me take you to my hood, my hood (Come on baby let's rock this shit, come on) Here's a tear for you kiddo, I've cried a river It's
fuckin shit spill And I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it? Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it Cause I got mo' shots to pop-
Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs Fly new chicKs and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's Represent, represent!! (
him, and he's like "oh shit" [Dame:] "Oh shit it's not even wack." "I ain't gonna front, it's kinda hot." [Dame:] "it's actually kinda hot." Like they
Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack And do I love her nawww man I just love her spirit Blind deaf or crazy it's money over bitches [Chorus
George Hamilton's tan face I'm all over the damn place with this song I got no structure It ain't about shit, but you don't like it, man fuck ya [Chorus
rhyming, we been crazy Throw mad bullets at you, jumping in new spacely All my goons is frustrated, groan at they P.O.'s It's obvious, we do this, we
