the snow and My bigga bro couldn't know but buy a four four blasting at playa hating wantin' mo' with a Thug Passion [Verse Three: 2Pac] Putting
's a fag Movin' fast Happy ass, gone lucky Picture this A Nigga get blissed to remeniss Fuck a ho Fuck her slow Put a strong in a stramp It's me Drunk
on serve killa weed I smoke plenty six hundred coupe sittin' low on twenty's A pimp and a mack in this game called crack Tongue quick as a cat on this
hell I ain't LL, but all I hear is funeral bells The ghetto's trying to kill me, a born loser A born hustler my uncle's a drug user I'm from the projects
I want, is twenty five placks And if you want a show, I need twenty five stacks Fuck a dat, I got a playback machine One mic one stage, and a ounce of
than a mutherfuckin razorblade So keep your eyes on the mealticket get your money hustler, let's get richer real quicker [1st verse:] Got fools askin when I'm gonna do a
now tasting the rock Thinking of Pac and Yak So we mash blinded Gonna be Hell 4 a Hustla Till the gats find me And you can ask 1-2 He used to be on new
bout to explode I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny Put a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy You crossed the game that the
Is there a heaven for a gangsta gangsta gangsta ughh 2x Is there a heaven for a gangsta [Master P] Grew up in the ghetto raised by a killa TRU across
Fightin fellon convictions, barely missin Angola On the run, it's hell fresh outta jail That's no life, carry me a nine, cops chase away the 4-5 My girl
Till it happens to you Just be a man, make plans Listen to your voice A woman's tryin' to make decisions We should leave them a choice Cause who are we
