[2Pac] If you a bad boy [Chorus: repeat 2X] If you a bad boy then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up when the rob
[2Pac] If you a bad boy [Chorus: repeat 2X] If you a bad boy then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up when the rob me
when a nigga broadcast Hidden between the channels the remote pass You don't have to ask, I understand you're scared Sitting at the table you so eagerly prepared Are you
satisfy a mad man? and how many crooked samaritans turn plesantville to bad land? I can count my own dusty nickels with you laughing about you'll turn
me are strange to you Shouldn?t make a damn on what you do 'Cause whether or not you make it through I thought you already knew that I'll keep you going
what gets you hot. Hamburgers get you hot, 'cause I picked you up in the pool hall! Phyllis: You don't know what gets me hot, you don't have the faintest
the 3-pack Bonanza If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza If you ask a question, then you will
wasn't fame If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think Where would you go? What would you do? Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify? Or would
all the bullshit, and the stories you create. I didn't ask to be a game for you to play with. Didn't ask for anything in return that wouldn't, be asked
to the spot [DMX] What would you rather have the 10 you found or the 5 you earned Became a man at 6 cause at 5 you learned Don't take nothin for granted
nice" Hush my nigga, don't say a word This, be the bomb if you ain't heard If this weed don't get you lit then we can just forget, the whole damn shhhhhh
won't start a revival My Bible study don't want none,Unless you got Book, Hon ...You can read Clancy or Grisham But please don't loose this Book Some
So I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more You niggaz wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more You can't say shit to Kanye West no more I
well would you like to look at Madonna's book on sex? or would you rather Alex Haley's book on Malcolm X? Their fuckin' with Ice T but they don't even
how you hook it baby You grip mi right, use di muscle hold it baby Mi call you last night have to call you back tonight Don't you somein right yes you
they love you when the block on smash Since they so in love, tell 'em they can kiss my cash Wait a minute you don't like me, Well I don't like you These
't impressed I'm dying to bet, you feel as though I ain't the best Prove I'm lying if I ain't correct, they call me Doc I'll give you dog shots, but I
light, ran right through it "You don't even have your permit, what the fuck are you doing? " Maybe if you shut the fuck up, we'd be cruising And you wouldn't