Everything will be alright I don't know what You’re going through But there’s so much life Ahead of you And it won’t slow down No matter what you do So you just gotta hold on All we can do is hold on, yeah

We gotta go It's check out time Ay what time is it nigga? ("I don't know.") Oh shit, 12 o'clock Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here ("Hell yeah.") Nigga, it's check out time nigga Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room ("Hey there, bitch, where Suge

"I grew up a fuckin' screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin' blew up." Whether gettin' money legally or illegally We gotta do what we gotta do to survive man! Yeah! Grew up a screw up, baby Got introduced to the game I ain't took a

There goes the alarm Now he gotta getcha And there goes the alarm ringing in my head Like somebody said, "don't you trust him, no" Texting from his ex, what did you expect? Now you're lying here knowing where he goes Karma is a bitch, yeah Same way that

We do this every night We can get to feeling alright right now Turn it on baby til the sun burns out You ain't gotta say it girl, I know what you like Yeah on this trail trail, a little something to sip sip Don't need no weekend Hands on your hips and do

A better lover What do I gotta do, yeah (what do I gotta do?) And lovin' you right, only gets harder, ooh Just give me some time so I can be a better lover It seems like breakin' your heart is the easiest part What do I gotta do, gotta do? You saw me

Yeah now she gotta do what I say I don't care at all Yaaahhh, yahhh, yah I can't go a day if I don't talk to my baby I went to my hood all my friends think I made it Yeah my momma think I'm famous 100 dollar bills in the way Yeah it feels good to be

I’m like hallelujah! Praise God, almighty, the most high, alpha and omega in the sky Let a mothafucka like this live Strollin' down the highway Yeah, lemme show 'em what I gotta give Do it your way This is beyond the flesh With my mind ablaze

I'm high now, I'm high now (I don't think I can find a way to make it on this earth) Why God, why God do I gotta suffer? Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax What's up family, yeah it's yo cousin Carl man, just given' you a call man I know you

I put the drop on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew? Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you Now, '94 to '95, innocent without crime (Drop that shit)Yeah, yeah, check