Pac ,Fuck Percy I put him in a hearst where the dirt be IA'm blood thristy,42 shots like James Worthy These lames in the game ainA't worthy to touch meals
his blood pouring Tragedy mess a man look in the mirror then I see the stud mourning As these streets erases others it encase a brother You had enough heart to waste this brother
I kick it with Moms, to stay strong Watch out for them bitches that's wicked, they play wrong Keep your game strong, maintain yourself and live Star bless the kids
Im from the west, so ima put this shit together, from the bay to L.A. lets get this cheddar Where all my g's? Lemme see you blast My bloods and my c
up, come to yo' senses, manye Snow is all around you, but you don't play in the winter games Cartridges surround you, but you ain't playin' Nintendo games
some real deal help from above, y'all I mean the kids is watchin' And I just can't see it stoppin', I don't understand I mean we all bleed the same blood
boy and girl You shouldn't use that word It should not be heard You disrespect their blood With your speech When you go on to tell and teach Your kids
Money O.K. Co-Ral I Like A Bitch With A Apple Bottom Like Vokal The Top Is At My Fingertips Like I Ain't Got No Nails I Got Blood Brothers Bitch I Ain
K. Co-Ral I Like A Bitch With A Apple Bottom Like Vokal The Top Is At My Fingertips Like I Ain't Got No Nails I Got Blood Brothers Bitch I Ain't Got
it off, get it off Get this shit wild like thugs from up north Fights in the crowd, the shots'll jump off Body's on the floor, blood on the dance floor
't get no tougher On my ave. most of us was not blood But as kids we shared that block love But that faded, when my brother's got arrested They thugged
kick it with moms, to stay strong Watch out for them bitches that's wicked, they play wrong Keep your game strong, maintain yourself and live Star bless the kids
, word up y'all Crazy fly, dedication, to my people Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more Peace to brothers on the Island,
1: Let your backbone slide let it slip let the rythym rip while my lyrics leave my lips ladies and gentleman kids of all ages watch a brother roamin
to life, in a 6 by 9 cell, in jail wit no bail, just waiting to get mail, where destiny is hell, You should a known gangstas never retire, It?s blood, blood
they hands clappin [14x] [Verse 1: Lil' Pete] The Last Supper, the last hustla's, the last bad muthafuckers We killing you suckas undercover Brothers
like blue weather.} [His tailor-made Armani suits, played with Tommy boots Pushed more hummers than army troops, word to my men Dukes.] Look at him 'sached down, more kids
Yeah nigga, the hood is fucked up right now You niggaz got shit all crossed-up Niggaz got the game real twisted, right now You niggaz is really hustlin
