From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing
The thing you call 'rapping', too brief 'n' he fall napping,
Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet
Children en-captured in the fact there's one thing he can't get
Sky high, iced out paradise
It´s the battle of life
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able
Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
A scary thing to see, its revenge he seeks,
Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
And what the fuck's he doing, is he crazy
Of the vhs especially during sex baby
I ain't with the talking
He was the next big thing
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