Richie Rich:
A tisket, a casket, my caloco, made to blast, them niggas don't make it home, when fucking with my dome... in my zone, niggas be gettin' pepper sprayed down, trigger with all the ballers and got that heffa laid down... and it hurts, but don't nothing change, it's all the same, that's why I come real, cause I'm so heavy off in this game... I been there, then taught that, niggas screaming thought that, standing there with nathin' but a handful of game but believe he bought that... cause here, the game i to be sold not told, ain't no new jack nigga just finna jump in so shit ride on, gold... uh uh, naw, nigga gotta pay some dues {right}, nigga gotta feel some blues {what}, see what it feel like to loose {right}, 200 bundles, 400 bundles, fuck it a G {check it out}, mob to cook shop find out you really ain't got no D, yous imageinin' shit, and having money punk is real, don't be the first to get checked, nigga better retrospect...
2 Pac:
No more regular rappin', dare me to cap 'em and watch me blast, these niggas be acting for the simple fact, playa I'm a mash... out last on my enemies, for multiple centuries, flossin' my adversaries to bleed when they seein' me... though East Coast born, and West Coast raised, and throw my dick throughout the click and now they Death Row slaves {Bow Down}... father forgive me for Thug living, I'm thru with this Drug Dealing, I'll leave it to Clinton, and all the niggas that love prison... brothas be ballin', Rich if you need me call, I'll open-fire on muthafuckas and murder 'em all... me Mr. Makaveli, plus 'em bust 'em, fuck what they tell me, I'm making these niggas hop on they toes like Albanelby... I been shot and murdered, can tell you how it happened word for word, but best believe that niggas gone get what they deserve, in the same way, GOD bless my brain cause game pays, gettin' cash and ass for dayz, now niggas done changed...
Chours:The game is to be sold not told, still heavy in this game, niggas done changed, it ain't the same... we been handling our business for years, gettin' respect from all our peers, while most of our niggas incarcerated doing years... bitches is tricky, niggas is snitchin', while playas improve and move positions, niggas done changed...
Richie Rich"
Call on my real nigga, when it's time to bring the heat, Suberb and swerve, and hells a deep down yo street... leave yo trash down, cause it'll be clean where we sweep, let's dump these niggas and hit they ass with some heat... blow they chest up, cause they hatin' and segregatin', niggas crossing lanes, it's time to blow yo brains... before I shot this nigga, I heard him scream One Love {One Love Man, One Love, One Love}, 15 in the clip, I only used one slug, follow...
2 Pac:
Hey, now picture me rollin', Biggie Smalls got hit eye swollen {Bitch}, my hands on my nuts, I give a fuck I'm gone die holdin 'em... makin' these hoes pause, while schemeing on those drowls, no money involved, kinda pussy-dick and some alcohol... picture me rollin', horny hoes get they holes dug, I might show 'em Thug Passion, but I'll never show 'em love... can't help me in combat, relentless when I ride, stradegize on my enemies, and plottin' til they die... ask me why I'm high, and my reply til the day I die, "Don't wanna picture this cold world thru sober eyez"... Thugs don't die, we multiply, connect with the sprits of fallin' homies and bustas, then we ride... surprise niggas when they seen us, they duck down, just cause we anticipated, mean up, and bust rounds... fuckin' clowns still watchin' clips of "I Get Around", scared like a bitch when I beat 'em down, niggas done changed...
Chours
