'm using my past for inspiration, when I was broke I had dreams and aspirations, influenced by hope I get up get out and get it, while I can cause I might get
better. [Dolemite] These rotten ass bitches is gonna fuckin' wanna know! [Verse 1] I met this bitch at a hip-hop disco A club full of divas in San Francisco
for tha devil ain't nothin' on my mind will get me in some trouble i'm tryin to ride no more loves for me hard to figure get a nigga, smoke a blunt
Tupac] I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block. Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks. And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny
Launch it, leave a ni**a flat for scratch, the Godless I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
: Get money nigga Yeah - aw yeah Dedicate this one to all the hustlers that get up every motherfuckin mornin and put they work in I see you - I see you
you and shit It's a celebration, Young Pac is back [E-40] Motherfuckers better understand this shit [Tupac] Ay D-Shot nigga can we get paid man? Can we
tryin to make a bill-ion, can you play me with that jealousy they need to miss me, don't sweat me If them cowards really want me, come get me, and even
on the block tryin to test me Best wear a vest or get open like, sesame I'll run up on you mad deep; while you're tryin to sleep I'm steady pumpin bullets
Tupac) I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block. Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks. And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny
how you rough I get I pop shit behind your back get in your face and pop the same shit You can't get in because my gate's bigger I'ma snake nigga My
point ready to flip, fo you dummys i got dum dums all in my clip I got bundles of that D man I'm tryin to get paid, so I'm makin moves fast like my name
they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish and Flesh? I'm so full anguish Gotta style so cold everybody and their mama wanna claim it But they can't get
paid 5 point 3. Worldwide, got the triple beam, I slide. Listenin' to yo demo in a stretch limo. It's how I ride - cartel style. Full, stacked to
five, you gold-digger You wanna suga-daddy, go get you an old nigga I got money, I'm just here to bug you girl Can't get none, but you know I love you
