Freedom to choose between margarine and butter The choice should be between fingernail clippers and lock cutters A little something for the sweet tooth of chocolate lovers Besides candy rappers reproducing 2Pac
hand down the front of my pants You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chance So go pry open that trunk and get those amps (You know!) [Chorus x2
scream and go, 2Pac and I ain't stoppin' till I'm well paid Bail's, paid now nigga, look what hell made Visions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire
hop, hip-hop, hip-hop (Come again, break them chains, come on) Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop (Break them chains, come on) Who shot 2Pac? If we don't get
glocks put this tape in your box when your runnin from tha cops and never look back if they could be black then they would switch open fire on those
gonna bust these hoes down Caught them runnin on e it kind of funny to me They know they was fuckin with me but they dumb to see [2Pac] Open up fire
'm gonna bust these hoes down Caught them runnin on e it kind of funny to me They know they was fuckin with me but they dumb to see [2Pac] Open up fire
The Game [Chorus] x2 Yeah I'm addicted to sloves I can tell about ya pro hands You know how to treat a thug I see the fire in ya eyes everytime we hug
gone As sunny sunny days [Hook x2: Game] Yeah I'm addicted to slugs I can tell by your pearl handle you know how to treat a thug I see the fire in ya
life, my life, my life Duckin one-time! (Lost Soul) How it start, how it start Started off with, runnin from copses duck and hide from helicopters We open fire
freedom of speech and a right to be free (Why do I stay high?) Peace, going out to Bob Marley, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony (Why do I stay high?) 2Pac, Eazy,
over Say whatchu want? The girls ain't over, the drinks ain't over Welcome to my crib We still got gamblin' and Hennessy [Havoc] Unit on fire We can'
Scar And My Tattoos When We Headed For My Hide Out, Act Right I'm A Playa When I Ride Out, Thats Right What's Ya Phone Numba [Hook: {2pac}] Baby Its
hard and my lamp is shelved But my name still ringin, alexander grahm bells I know you? met damn cause you know damn well that I still got you open open
I clap out I get my fly on, and my drop on, due to write on Don't even hate on those who hate me, I got pac on Feelin it, feelin it, chickens are ice
this nigga, mix of Al Green and 'Pac Rock the soul tracks rapping about surviving on the block. Black top, Asphalt talk, walking through the fire like
from Staten? I'd be King Kong knockin down the buildings in Manhattan (Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit West coast assassin on some real 2Pac
sunny sunny days [Hook x2: Game] Yeah I'm addicted to slugs I can tell by your pearl handle you know how to treat a thug I see the fire in ya eyes every