Polishin pistols prepare for battle pa*s the punk
When I get to poppin ni**az is droppin then they done
Callin the coroner come collect the f**kin corpse
He got it by killin we got the power bein boss
Revenge is the method we're never steppin keep a weapon close
Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Jealous ni**az and broke bi**hes equal packed jails
Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales
Picture perfection pursuin paper with a pa*sion
Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted
Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse
Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force
In my brain all I can think about is fame
The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed
I'm seein silly teary photos of my peers
Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight.
Tupac
My lady friend thinks that I’m unstable because this makes sense to me. My friend Leroy thinks this is just a bunch of mindless rambling. I think it sounds great. I little violent but that is the way of the ghetto. Keeping it Gangster with real gansters can be scary to the white man, like me and Leroy and Cousin Sin.
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