want Mercedes It ain't nothin fraudulent about me Five Deuce Hoover C-R-I-P (And can't no woman get no money out of me) Unless it's Grandma, Dottie or
up, but gurl yo' pussy the sheeeeit! [Chorus w/ Songz ad-libs] [Trey Songz - Outro] Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac and me S-O, N-G, Z Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac and me
behind me wont be beamin up scott. (Chamillionaire) Can't like the hustle man, don't hate the playa hate the game. Gotta love it man. Catch me flippin
know they can't hang Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North Don't make me get my gun and blow YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF Once
I can make it Pac Man Jones in here too long We up a hundred grand whenever I hear a new song C?mon, c?mon, that?s too many ringtones 2.8 what you want
] Rollin Picture me roll-hoee-ollin Picture me, picture me rollin [2Pac speaks while Danny Boy keeps singing] Heheheheheheh Is y'all ready for me? Picture me
know you worth it Tell me can u get away? Ebony, can u get away? C'mon, let's go can u get away? Can u get away? So much pressure in the air And I can't
music Like my homeboy Tupac did fo' sho' And he gave that to me But he didn't he didn't he didn't let me know about all the shady shit that's in, in between
Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick I got that How can C-Bo be wrong? How can Yukmouth be wrong? How can Lynch be wrong? How can 2Pac
meal tickets, witches, drivin me crazy Lady, can I claim yo baby, honey call me the ?shady?, maybe Construct the thinkin, we're turnin' to duckies bankin' No laws somebody save me
On our way to the NYC we drop game With round trip tickets, we kick it on stolen planes And for the things that we can do for ya'll One love to 2Pac, Mr. C
niggaz can't be stopped got me mixing up dope with little J down at Rap-A-Lot My phone tapped the feds on my tail got me paying luxury taxes on everything
flaw Come in pairs like 2 socks Me and you against the world like 2Pac And I hope you got your crew locked Can we puff to 2 glocks Why you actin' like
a mama you birth me, Brooklyn you nursed me Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley They said you murked me by the time I was twenty one That shit disturbed me
t yo sista Suga-T? Suga-T Ain't you the one that say sprinkle me, sprinkle me I loves me some Forty-Ridah I seen you up in 2Pac's video poppin' your collar
home with me I like the way you give it to me! [Chorus: K-Ci, JoJo] I like the way you give it to me -- let me see you toss it up [repeat 4X w/ variations
on my notepad And life ain't nothin but a toe-tag When I was three years old, I done known that [Supreme C - Verse 2] And yo the game got a nigga fucked
hustle You know [Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)] We tradin war stories, we Outlawz on the rise Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes [2Pac] Now can your