It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
It's not hip-hop, it's pop
Red dots cause i’m red hot
S queezys very bold
Women front, they get its cold
Painting a picture of pure imagery.
Once as a slave who imagined being free
Painting pictures with sound better than tv's of plasma
Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh
That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball
Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall
The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting
Shawty look half indian and never say a thing
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