Long, long way to go Oh, oh, oh no nearer to God we gotta Long, long way to go You sing a bloody song, you gotta Long, long way to go Bastard, bloody
Long, long way to go Oh, oh, oh no nearer to God we gotta Long, long way to go You sing a bloody song, you gotta Long, long way to go Sow your seed asunder
Verse 2:] That's my word and I stand on it Take a chance on me Start answerin those fone calls, there homie Move on, let's go do us I'm thinkin bout the
: [2Pac] A military mind nigga A military mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know [Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2
bitches is gettin fucked Cause you know who, did you know what, if you know what's Then you know it's not a game, what's my name? [Chorus] w/ minor changes
scenes that's near I'm Dice Raw, sting the inside of your mouth like a cold sore Who wanna piece, well it's Round One, let's begin I got a gun that's
Kangol's, so that shit is old You might slang a rock or two just to pay the rent Five dollars for a table dance so now your money's spent You listen
W You gonna get down with that W That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the Wisdom of the Universe That's the truth, of Allah,
Scrambled eggs.. Let's go... let's go... let's go.. K.J. rhyme, all day, every day, let's go.. [King Just] Prepare for a Battlestar Gallectica, this
G's a trip A hardheaded nigga, do whatever it takes to go and get that bread nigga, heard what I said nigga? Been misled for a long time, waited in a long
' me my space a-a-and You don't be runnin' on my space a-a-and You know some other shit I hate w-w-what W-w-when they violate b-but Tonight man I ain
like a big ghetto booty on a P.Y.T With a 5th Ave S.W.A.G Something just like me Buy and sell Gucci I like them girls in Louis V Red bottoms Lue B's
say A lemme hear you say, say, say Your daddy said, ?Come back, baby, find your life? It was wrong before but this time it's right It's been way too
shootin' Mossbergs and Beretta's Niggaz ain't shit funny, when it comes to a brawl Suckin' Northstar, trippin' in Guns go off, y'all know y'all strippin' [Hook: P
be egible for a furlough [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: W.C. ] Finally I'm out on a furlough Back on the streets in a Coupe that's sittin kinda low Yo, come to
