, where we sip and flip Can you take it how I give it? Last more than a minute? Let's hit my homie's crib, with the elevator in it Laid up in the bed,
ass like it that's for Lou Like 2 Pac all eyes on you Make a nigga horny like 2 Live Crew Let's keep it real, let's keep it real, now here's the deal
Lemme get some A's they won't put that in the paper But let me go mad and do a total madness Probably even get the front page, aging to see me fall It
track's making me sick) If you want to compare me Like white Lil' Kim female Kool Keith I'm speak and keep it simple Here's your brain on Princess Superstar
m puttin' hands on 'em One hitter, quitter, bob & weavin', karate stance on 'em Dance on 'em, ran on 'em, and land on 'em Put my brand on 'em, stand on
written, can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing but it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it's a wrap, how
, thinkin' of Chris Wallace Pissed off 'cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em And get dollars that shoulda been there's
dum diddy it's the me? Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets If not peace then at least let's get a piece I'm tired of seeing bodies
manuevers But I'm not ya Super Lover Cee, I'm the Super Sperm Splash it on your skin rub it in like it's Lubriderm 10 out of 10 I'll be the... Men of
[My pain?] It runs deep Share it with me! [Verse 1: 2Pac:] They'll never take me alive I'm gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time
Pac I fear for that Take this lambo and put six holes in it Shatter the glass and leave my body exposed in it Lift the doors up and let all my demons
this game can you feel me Blame it on my momma Im a thug nigga Up befo the sun rise quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on nigga then we first
)] Houston's missng you L.A.'s missing you DC's missing you Chicago's missing you (It's been too long and I'm lost without you) Kidad's missing you
it to you in your ear orifice (Yeah, don't you know The Underground's doin' it to ya flowin' on the D-Line) Yo, 2Pac is in the house, got a big grin on
we all alone, why the lights on? Turn 'em off, time to set it off, get you wet and soft Something's on your mind, let it off You don't know me, you just
down to serve let's deal with it yo We go to the spot and you still get it low I get excited fast and still love to hit it slow Till the walls come
furthermore I tour {?} It's death before dishonor before misery Let us know it - we don't make it rain no more We pull out them dollars and let her throw it
'all MC's how to count bars Check it out (real MC's) Let's get to it niggaz [Chorus] 52 bars come out, now you feel it out 52 bars come out, now you feel it