see me, believe me Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan and we turnin Bad Boys to grown
Wish, Today We Satisfy And Stay With Stoling Kisses, Blind Insanenity,Perfect Pictures Of Me And My Family Not Understanding The Deathy That They Plan
the punk police can't fade me, and maybe We can have peace someday G But right now I got my mind set up Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up Cause
, black and dangerous by far, Young nation just trying to get this [Verse 1: 2pac] Murderous mind state, Can't keep my nine straight, Sippin' on this
peoples but my poppa was a loser Only plan he had for momma was to f**k her and abuse her Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me Stranded
-nine) Fresh out on bail, ni**az still can't see me (Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein) That's how it is Now we got a new motherf**kin plan,
to quit We started out drinkin 40's, moved to harder s**t God damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man ni**a got my own plan, and it's called Killuminati
trip and try to catch me Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me Niggaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash Whip out the nine
Holy Koran Niggas get Shook Like 5-0 My 4-5 gun is next to me when we ride Plus Survival Money Making plans Pistol Closing hands Swollen Pockets Let me
be givin it up I guess cause i'm black boy I'm supposed to say 'peace', sing songs, and get capped on ? But it's time for tha new plan, BAM! I'll be swingin
took the crooked route to, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game The insane brain, cold gettin fly like a plane on them suckers with my
die witnessin' breathless imperfections Can you picture my specific plan To be the man in this wicked land,underhanded hits are planned Scams are plotted
50 Cent:] G Unit G Unit G Unit UTP G Unit G Unit G Unit UTP [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] We poppin' them bottles every time we pose and Takin' planes to Atlanta
huh You know what this is I'ma let 'em run around one more time I drop sumpin' on y'all It's like... it's like What's it like? My microphones and glock nines
t take care of ya kids. When they grow it's to late to try to make it up you never know when god plan on taking us. So much evil in the world and it's