I know Pac woulda loved this one here
This gangsta livin, weavin dope dealin, oh how its changed
Its gettin strange, and dangerous, but thats the way shit goes
This nigga needs no introductions
Im on this book, and Im stuck, Im really the wrong one to fuck wit
See T-Double known for startin problems but
K-cutter be the problem solver, if I
sell you a book nigga stick it
Cause for every you check you slippin they can call me Flipper
I only I missed a few niggaz (uh-huh)
But he lost a couple more vis-a kidney and his liver
Had to tell him mind me a nigga
I was like uh-huh, click click, cmere, dont run nigga
All I wanna know is
Where yo connect, where the sack, where the money where the blow is
I heard papi got them freighters
Now either he gon, give em to me, or a nigga gon take em
The dope games just too overrated
And to tell yall the truth a lot of yall aint gon make it
Done went from crack slingers to R&B singers
Before the mics on, you was already singin
Its just a song was a big hit
He named me and his bitch on the remix
And to hell with bein a man about it
Shit they got fo niggaz and one gun, fuck bein 21
Somebody better tell em
And put him up on {?} somebody fuck around and kill him
You see cause snitches get stitches
And there aint that much of a difference between tellin and snitchin
And I aint gon keep on talkin to you niggaz
Im gon walk right up to you niggaz and go off on you niggaz
And I aint leavin no witnesses
And dont get drunk and confess to none of yall misses
See I know how to control my Hennessy
I speak no ingles, play crazy like them Dominicans
See cause poppa was a rolling stone
He said, son get your gun, its a war and its on
So yall go on and bob your head to the song
Throw up the 4s for the niggaz, thats dead and gone
Im tired of smokin bama-ass weed
Niggaz out there sellin backyard boogies full o stems and seeds
They whoopin the rocks and we compressin the coke
They makin it hard for them {?} to smoke
I went to jail tryin to get high; nigga told me
to go to hell went and called him, told him come get me out
So our father, who art in heaven
It must be the devil cause somethin wrong with these niggaz
Nope - and crazy aint the word
They say the stupid shit like Trick why dont you front a nigga a bird
Fo what, so you can smoke it up?
Impress hoes, buy clothes, and make a nigga come fuck you up?
The game hard on a player
You coulda started with a block and now workin just for quarter fare
With all the cards I sold the hoes left me all by myself
And the game dont even care!
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