Thanks to you, d p s drowns!
A thug niggas in tha house
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
We don't believe you, you need more people
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red
If only i could go back into the 80’s
Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress
I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death
Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's
I'm back on my sixty six six shit
I got ak-47's get ya shit lit
Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt
My g"s have been handcuffed,
Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
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