't no telling if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night Probably involves me comin up with just to see another
Black Jesus, please watch over my brother Shawn Soon as the sky get bright, it's just another storm Brothers gone, now labeled a statistic Ain't no love
the bathroom fool (Fuck that, I lost some money nigga) Aw nigga, damn [Verse One: 2Pac] Now I'm up early in the mornin breath stinkin as I'm yawnin Just another
heard of me Shit I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed Nothing more I despise than a liar cowards die My mama told me When I was to see Just
I'm gettin, threats to me, comin from my enemies And, in they dreams it's, Hell where they sendin me Have I, lost control or just another soul A car
Ride on yah bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little
miracle I realize today nothing is more vestigial than the young space walkin' individual for years and years bubbling up with soul power to detonate this planet or reach another
askin' I'm just that muthafuckin son of an assassin [Krayzie] Ever since I was seven I've been a troubled-ass nigga Used to sneak my father's guns just
them Bone guys Nigga you die,you die'm that sneaky little nigga still off the hook Off the chain and a muthafucking wire You can label me a hitman that
: Intro 1-5: Bone-Thugz-N-Harmony [Intro 1] (Just) Bone and Biggie Biggie We gonna rock the party Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 3X) Rock the
just singin' my melody. Raisin' a son. I never get tired, I'm too rugged for (Ahh, Ooohh) I couldn't retire! Another dimension. Releasin' my tension.
Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme Woo, hah
look at the eyes, straight to the soul doorway I look at the eyes, to know all you know Find an other labeled hoaxes Just as Roswell found another link
minute you fall off they'll find another Noreaga and they'll find another Capone-N-Noreaga and they'll find another B-Real so you need to just keep,
go to Kinko's Watch me reload it just like Carlito My style so dope they should label it illegal You want beef then I call my nigga Steebo Whip your ass up just
care about you Cuz the minute you fall off They'll find another Noreaga And they'll find another Capone-n-Noreaga And they'll find another B-Real So you need to just
that's left Is just a meaningless fad Hardcore formulas are dogshit Change and caring are what's real Is this a state of mind Or just another label? The
know what's up and they can blast on, Thinkin' about the homeys that passed on. Death Row come to show you all the game at, And show you how my label
