(Big Syke)
Ninety-six big body see no grown, ninety-six big body see no grown, ninety-six big body see no grown.....
(2Pac)Fucking with this Alazay, my Nigger Johny Jackson - studio fellows motherfuckers. He he, alright!
(2Pac)
Somebody wake me I'm dreaming, I started as a seed the semen
Swimming upstream, planted in the womb while screaming
on the top, was my pops, my momma screaming stop
From my single drop, this is what they got
Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser
Only plan he had for momma was to fuck her and abuse her
Even as a little seed, I could see his plans for me
Stranded on welfare, another broken family
Now what was I to be, a product of this heated passion
Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of ass
Look how it began, nobody gave a fuck about me
Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me
How can I survive? Got me asking white Jesus
will a nigga live or die, cause the Lord can't see us
in the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
No sunny days and we only play sometimes
When everybody's sleeping
I open my window jump to the streets and get to creeping
I can live or die, hope I get some money before I'm gone
I'm only nineteen, I'm trying to hustle on my own
on the spot where everybody and they pops trying to slang rocks
I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops
Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn
You can buy rocks glocks or a heroin bong
You can ask my man he's a mind reader
Keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind
Meet up at the cemetery then get smoked out, pass the weed nigga
That Hennessy ya'll keep me keyed nigga
Everywhere I go niggers holla at me, Keep it real G
And my reply til they kill me
Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did
The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise.
(Big Syke)
Ninety-six big body see no grown, ninety-six big body see no grown, ninety-six big body see no grown, ninety-six big body see no grown.....
(Kadafi)
I stay sharp as always
Running ya bricks with blitz, do your project always - don't be
cruz by tools - nigga knows all their
Secrets so war prepared me for the worst
A life that's lavish full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse
But now my dreams it seems thou, be placing triple beams and things bro
Diamond pinkie ring got the loot popping out my jeans
(Fatal)
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(Khadafi)
In ninety-six my glock's my plastic, passion for blasting bastards
No faces for open caskets, peeling ya cap backwards
Ya cowards ain't prepared for pistol practice
I send my missiles through your mattress - Leaving holes in your body like a cactus
While me and my crew bobby Mo-green in topic
and loot to keep the seams in my motherfucking jeans popping
Leaving ya spleen to pick up
Half of you niggers is softer than a Snicker
Let's go to war and see who draw quicker -
and still I rize, and still I rize. and still I rize, still I rize.
(Big Syke)
Ninety-six big body see no grown, ninety-six big body see no grown, ninety-six big body see no grown, ninety-six big body see no grown.....
(Kid)
Matter what you motherfuckers do to me, I'll still come up - fuck all y'all. Y'all can't fuck with the real shit, real nigger... shit out - y'all niggers be thankful, all day every day. Now I got a r... for you. BIG, I though you knew, I'm out of the hood. Come on Pac, - I got to get the fuck out of here Pac, got some hoes waiting for you outside. (2Pac)What you said? (Kid) I said, we got some hoes waiting for you outside.
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