Su perfecto amor echa afuera el temor A quien temerte si el esta conmigo? A un hombre que solo carne puede matar? O a un Dios vivo que en el seol me
seen them cuttin In my direction, but I mean it's nuthin If you have another man, or have other plans Other than, cruisin the city with this brother man On the other
thug life pouring belve on ya heart Money I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it Kobe can song with it, uncut raw with it Chop bricks take trips
I lost one of my shoes, it's my Air Force shit! I'm hobblin' down the street with one shoe on Walk straight into some niggas with' all blue on I only
cockin' tha black pound, When they put the twin towers up, Pac, I'm knockin' 'em back down, Poster child, Air Force Ones, with the checks, I'm supposed
how black niggas get With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open
Which is more elusive; freedom or sanity? When one disappears the other follows so quickly. Certain species, races, beings are gifted, you see, with
with it cant fake the funk at all And bet your ganna fall studying the bone thug style But whatcha ganna do when you face to face with the 5th dawg Sneakin
I was to l'd Kept my uniform pressed and clean At night I chased their shadows Thru the arroyos and ravines Drug runners farmers with their families Young women with
: [Intro:] Yep Follow me (Follow me) Come with me to the dark side of the force (force) No man would vote for your to this place The devil only knows
men. the nasty been with gasoline cans (??), we never bow down to be a flashin a pen (??), no one must, fuck this statue dawg, nothin to do with hands when I clap with
Chorus: Mya Ghetto superstar, that is what you are Comin from afar, reachin for the stars Run away with me, to another place We can rely on each other
to get loose, shawty, better be Sittin' on them leather seats If not, pat yo feet on the concrete merely Freak by choice, not force, I would never be Charged with
: [Originally performed by Public Enemey] I got a letter from the government The other day I opened and read it It said they were suckers They wanted
on my head Feds rushing my spot a million haters wont me dead force to carry me gat but you a seven time felon wat you doing with dat It's a catch 22
get loose, shawty, better be Sittin' on them leather seats If not, pat yo feet on the concrete merely Freak by choice, not force, I would never be Charged with
