make a million Haha legit, as the world turns.. haha.. Burn baby burn [Napoleon] A lot of ni**az get burned as the world turns A lot of ni**az gettin burned as
it down just a notch baby It's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright [2Pac + E.D.I Amin] Life in High Speed f**k the punishment, tie weed I gonna buy me a
Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy And as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar Strap
the things we'd grow to be Had a partner named Snoop, loved to clown a stank Smoke a pound a day, commenced to down a drank Shooting craps in the alley
out tha record store as if it was a drug house my lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood nigga what ? It ain't nothin but a party when we thug and there
Boo I gets Down like Dru and my nasty new niggaz, too You couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter track A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual
: [2Pac] A military mind nigga A military mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know [Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2
nuttin but a gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party (Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party... Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Nuthin but a gangsta
I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face When I gave her the keys to her own house. This your land. Your only son done became a man. Watchin
love finger fuckin you, all of a sudden I'm hearin thunder When you bust a nut, niggaz be duckin or takin numbers Love to watch you at a block party,
a mona and on a level and sometime daddy ready to wine ya and dilain for total and twine ya we right behind ya tru life just me and you no tellin what
everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest Pack a vest for your
ma sell my cocain and lay they ass down 'G' Under Pressure (Tupac) yeah, look here tho Runnin wild I never smiled as a juvenile even now I keep a
and then I fuck that's how we do it (ha ha!) It's two niggaz comin up out the hood livin life just as good as we could But since a bitch can't be trusted
and all they got was their name here up on a wall. It's sad thinkin' about the times Life goes on, I'm steady lost in this land... as the warzone I got
with a mother fuckin opinion Well this is how we gon' do this: fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie, fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin
E.D.I.] You'se a B-writer a 'Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothin' but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser 'bout to get murdered
you know I don't hang around tha house much This all night money making got me outta touch, shit Ain't flashed a smile in a long while An unexpected birth