This is more than a pulse beneath my wrist Or a beat beneath my ribs This is something that cant be given away. Because what's life for some is not right
This is more than a pulse beneath my wrist or a beat beneath my ribs this is something that cant be given away because whats life for some is not right
decide" She chose Doc, first day I poured ? like its Aftermath for life And all I do is ride Before I turn on 'em I kill Satan and stick my red flag
m puttin this clique up nigga against all you niggaz Now get it right [Verse One: Bluechip] Hey yo, this is where I see me in this game Benz Coupe, Maserati
I'm breakin up grounds when this patriot thrust Your mouth is on shut, your emotions are hidden For you to handle your business, you are more than driven
ma, I don't care How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coops Minks or leathers, fifty fall off never Whats mine is yours and whats yours is mine So
lead marks To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC Just yesterday guns is blastin with
you die first, then become famous Cuz i done seen this type of thing before Just hangin out by the corner store Stick up kids wit them guns galore Layin
your nuts hang, If you thug gotta cut them balls off though, So nigga respect this, Or you're gonna rest bitch, Off in the grave and your brain'll be
dick and still live with your mother Copping shit that superceded your salary Where is your loyalty to your own blood and taking care of your family
m cheatin but do I love her, well more than any other So it's personal, to paint you this type of picture When your wife is like your sister, seems you
nigga And you can't replace the late great one and when your gone you'll only be the late fake one Nigga please stick the script before the guns stick
guns, never was a gangsta, 'til I graduated to one, and got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin', took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin', willin' to stick
and I know who took ya chain You got robbed two times so ya ass is laid I'm down to die for this shit all I need is bail You betta stick to tha movies
You on Pac's dick, you a regular guy If Pac was still alive you would never get by All you do is cry, bitch keep it real Life is more than imitating
: This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here: [CLEF]:CHORUS Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, No the nigger
. Famous or, infamous I've made my mark and this is where I stand. I have heard bravery is a ghost town that's nice to visit. Who wants to stick around
