They tested with stress that they under
Mother, o my mother
And she looking for them trees, baby we got some
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
To this day, the game, will never be the same
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
S queezys very bold
Is a space that now you hold
You can bring your crew motherfucker
Now i gotta fuck your mother
The outline which you n****s out dated
That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit
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