got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell records but a GGG-u not! Acting big on the radio, to me you not You can ask Mr.
gone and it's a long walk home So we might as well start runnin, if it's there gotta take it 'Member Jada said "We Gon' Make It" And it shouldn't take
edge on this one nigga I ain't gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one nigga [The Game] I got shit on
'm tryin' to say is thank you, For over ten years of the ghetto gospel You've paved the way for young black women to prosper How you paint pictures you
of that Import it, export it in cracker jacks When you get to the projects ask for Black You know what you started with give him half of that He gon give you
kept God and now you know our name [Chorus - Nate Dogg] A big shout out to all my family and friends When times got hard, you were still be there You
: Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything Niggaz just wanna know if you still gon' be on some crooked-
now with a smile I've got a golden ticket, I'm not gonna even pick it I heard it he said it I heard it but it went, but it went something like Visit
50 Cent)] Why we siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing? - Why we siiiing? (Oh, this is my favorite part!) It's the joy it briiiings! - Joyyy it briings! (Yeah!) You know that you
didn't know much, when Pac got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the
York niggas know about country grammar Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers When I pull out that thing, you better break yourself Or win a trip to ICU, and you
that little bit of thug in you You don't want to bump heads with me, and get hit up You, you ain't got what it takes to fuckin' get up Holla niggaz names
I wrote you a love letter would you write back? Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap And we could go do what you like, I know you like that
the paper man i’m caking you know i don’t give a f*ck I spend it like it don’t mean nothing Blow it like its supposed to be blown Motherfucker i’m grown
'm tryin' to say is thank you For over ten years of the ghetto gospel You've paved the way for young black women to prosper How you paint pictures you
us like kings He got a second wife and we didn't agree He got up and left you there all alone I'm sorry that you had to do it on your own I'm sorry I
like kings He got a second wife and you didn?t agree He got up and left you there all alone I?m sorry that you had to do it on your own I?m sorry that