Someone blow the whistle,
I don't need no single
The outline which you n****s out dated
I'm back on my sixty six six shit
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son
She gonna dance when that molly through
Time to go find someone new
I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Looking at someone who hoops
I go to war, old timbs, battered boots
From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug
Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up
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