ll leaving me hangin on. This time after all is said and done, you're on your own again. See me burning, you'll leaving me hangin on. This time after all
'll leaving me hangin on. This time after all is said and done, you're on your own again. See me burning, you'll leaving me hangin on. This time after all
boy Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean? Cause I ain't mad at cha Heard y'all tearin up shit
: (feat. B-Legit, C-Bo, Richie Rich, E-40) [Tupac] They say [Intro/Chorus:] [B-Legit] Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin [C-Bo] Where I can
thing boy Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean? Cause I ain't mad at cha Heard y'all
from behind Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand From all the ice, wouldn't you know - - you knew these niggaz all your life
Jane Had a dream of livin' wealthy, makin' it big Over football [unverified] what take it, he did And after all my mama's thankin' God For blessing her child All
copped that NSX But I was still ridin' in them thin ass jets But now Man, my business so clear out the window of the Lear And I'm talking on my celly all
some money So she can party at Chows It's apart of her goal It's all she knows Graduated from rosay, addicted to blow Addicted to stardom, a wish
't nothing new What happened to your funk, did you lose it? Or did you get juked by dangerous music? We stole all your money, and all your songs Done
your thing boy Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean? Cause I ain't mad at cha Heard y'all
' Now we packaging crack and the addict will pop Kansas City, Missouri feel the fury of the inner city Poverty stricken novelty spittin', follow me quick
kids quick take em and rape em this the sickness take em and bake em (Chorus X2) Its quite obvious that ppl are addicted to your sickness. They all
from behind Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand From all the ice, wouldn't you know, you knew these niggaz all your life What
you fuck up my high Fuck up my high All I wanna say, "Fuck this niggas, man" Yo, first of all, after all this is over, we still all go to sleep And
it remains us It's all good, you takin' everything sweet But it's the problems and the pressure that they can't see I'm tryin to make a quick flip Nigga
