registration right now But if you give me a chance, I can go home and get it Oh what are you a wiseguy son? No I don't mean to be a wiseguy officer The
Live form Hollywood, the original L.A. Guns It's true we walk in disbelief Clutching to our faded glory Trust in me but I'm a thief Get down on your
nigga, this is what it is Tupac cut his head bald Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (You PUSSY Nigga!) Tupac wear a bandana You wan' wear a bandana Tupac put a
but all I smell is the pain Of a brotha who's a hustler and he's stuck to the grind Of a sista who's a hooker gotta sell her behind Desperation makes
, this is what it is Tupac cut his head bald Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (You PUSSY Nigga!) Tupac wear a bandana You wan' wear a bandana Tupac put a
Brooklyn's Teflon I was getting G money like Nino at the Carter I was just a baby just like the face on a third card Even had a baby face like Tracy
fessin? Life is a lesson in disguise like a blessin Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM!?*) Cos I'm like a
One: M.A.R.S. First of all let's talk about these ill capers And fly ass frontin bitches that now caught vapors Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin
over we can't working out We carry some tings without di guns broke out I want it to be known Inna di east a inna di west a inna di north a inna di south
it's on B.B.G.N. I son'd you folk, I'm lookin at your pinkie You a fake-ass gangsta, what a waste of my scenery [Chorus x2] [Eminem:] Maybe I just feel
warehouse Clear it out L's with my liquor Sounds sew a helluva whisper Gas-ing up a hoe tell her you miss her Dealing with the old timers was a helluva
into new foes Battlin you? that would be a waste of breath I can see you now cowerin in the face of death Had your girl on her knees, give her a taste
the 12 gauge Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor Remember that Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a quake I can't
needs a noose How dare you say you're holding guns, you're rolling with Beetlejuice I black out 'til I'm blue in the face Necro laced "Agent Orange", kid but you a
toast Played with Ouija boards, burned frankencense wit a ghost I've learned, to do good plus a waste of evil And do what it takes to keep a smile on
piece Fly in a foreign, all my money ties is tied-up I'd rather sell coke, no bargain Tough like a Hummer, fly like a Maybach Spot runner, clap you in
a believer Have these niggas catching bullets, like wide receivers Bitch I hit a lick, bought a Lac hit a switch You can ask these niggas trick, S.L.A
