Once you my name out Things will be the same They have never let us Get off foot in this
Ever since I was to rap music I been missin' a like Bishop and Juice I could lose it at any Those who know me it
So they probaly you go with the flow Just so that I don't and Have another episode I let it go As far as the one Benzino did
I'm waitin' for next beef I'm cocked, and loaded I'm to go so bad I'm goin' bananas My dick's so hard Anna Nicole Use it to pole vault with
Oh, shit! I when she was still bloated Before they cut her open and lypo'ed it Anybody I flames at gets a name, it's a game they know that they don't spit the same It's a shame what people do for ten of fame
Everyday, it's the thing People in game try to buddy, buddy us Just to get close to study us Everybody just wants to have somethin' to do that They all tryin' to get that
after that Shady, aftermath money It's a monopoly probably just now finally Understand how to rob 50 was like a fuckin' jackpot for me And Dre, it's we hit the fuckin' lottery
And a damn machine at the same time as each other Why the you think we ride like we brothers we rhyme with each other? In time we discovered we have more in common Then we thought with each robbed of our mothers
Our fathers ain't us What was with us, was it our fault 'Cause we thinkin' God doesn't love us Two odd Who just happened to meet at the time What a coincidence 'cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica I still remember the up at Chung King 'cause
Big L had just got popped a month before If 50 lives, he's dropped from Columbia Two later me and Doc had to come and operate That's when he popped up a one And we ain't never gonna if you wonderin' if I'm under the gun
You ain't gotta all the time with me Or see eye to eye always be animosity between you and I But see the difference is if it is I give a shit
gonna conduct motherfuckin' business as usual Ego's 'fore I bruise 'em all Swallow your pride 'fore I on it with shoes you call Nike's, Earthlings, how do you these? You gotta love 'em, look at the bottom of 'em, like cleats
Stompin', I rompin' Since Tim Dogg was hollerin' 'Fuck I was whilin', Back when they was still Maxell cassettes I wasn't even raps yet
tells us that Any in your head that seals the shit Ticky Toc, Ticky Ticky Toc Still with the Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy Doc And ya don't