Conversation ooo Deconstruction ooo Showers me in your introspection Insurrection ooo No protection ooo I try to hide my erection and said 1 2 1,
you will die. You race of cowards, you race of imbosiles, you race of good for nothings If you cannot do what other men have done What other nations have done, what other
grab my hand I got'cha, won't let you go for nuttin, I promise Praises due to Elijah Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad Words of Minister Farrakhan Been true
checks again It's funny how niggaz be the best of friends And fall out over pussy and wanna dead they man One of my niggaz in the grave the other one
The Game:] Ey yo right here in Southern California Hittin' hardcore pop this wigga Watch out lemme snuff this nigga Who dat the true rap fed The true
tell you bout my city Lord homie, As if you ain?t read?, Where the practice black magic And speak to the dead (speak to the dead) Minds fried like bleach to the head
(True.) Now up in the set, who did I see? A fuck-nigga from Atlanta named after me! (What??) I put that red dot up against his head And said "Fuck-ass
Rap game, G'ing this, we in this doing this Doing it for the whole wizord All my homeboys, tiny loccs and the lil baby gizerds Yes it's true that dreams can come true
lawsuit and everything Niggaz just wanna know if you still gon' be on some crooked-ass sheeeit [2Pac] Please tell me what's a nigga to do, and it's true
They got me hot When they shot me Plotted my revenge To increase my ends Enemies gettin dropped Win or lose Red or blue We must all stay true Play
time hating on each other Niggas buyin' guns Load em up Aim at each other And the victim is you and me The secret is true indeed The good die
hand and understand, if you could see I never planned to be a man it just wasn't me But now I'm searchin for commitment, in other arms I wanna shelter
Don't make enemies with me I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see Don't make enemies with me Rather fuck with these other other little Gs
same s**t that got us here [Outlawz] Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make Every jail I break, every mill' I ate Head to head, whoever hustle hardest
newly sane and the broken hearted we keep an eye for each other then again our known associates endure we make a sick tight connection when we see our true people on tour Head
quickie suppose to be quick bitch I kept on my shoes Oh you thought we had a love thing girl you confused Don't listen to the gossip it's never ever true
A quickie suppose to be quick bitch I kept on my shoes Oh you thought we had a love thing girl you confused Don't listen to the gossip it's never ever true
could shoot another one of them God damned darts at me It's true that I got shot in the heart But when someone seems too good to be true, they usually
