Keep badmind outta mi heart Keep negative outta mi thoughts Mi know seh it easy to pree di wrong way So Jah Jah please guide mi everyday Most high bless me yeah Guide and protect me yeah Father, before mi mind get bad Betta yuh flip it round and mek mi

So suicidal, first dem ever seen this Gangsta' for life, the realist Pass the Guinness Gully Gad, from Kingston We the best music So me say be careful a di road dem weh yuh walk

Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga And look back and told me "Baby, it's real" And I say I ain't doubt you for a second I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel I wish we could take off

Your lover for life So take me I'm your prisoner Will you sentence me I'm your prisoner Hey yeah baby hoo boy yeah oh baby I hope you realize baby Just what you mean to me (uh)

Everybody talkin' 'bout Pac's life (Everybody needs to chill) What do you know about Pac's life? What do you know? What do you know? (Only real niggas stay on top) Uh oh, uh oh, oh! Oh! Oh! They ain't ready for this

Ooh na na, what's my name? Hey boy, I really wanna see if you Can go downtown with a girl like me Hey boy, I really wanna be with you 'Cause you just my type Ooh na na na na I need a boy, to take it over Looking for a guy, to put in work uh

Bitch I am up, bitch I am up Bitch I am huh, bitch I am up Thank you very much I'm way too good at this shit I don't even really gotta try no more Oh my God, Ronny Okay, Xans for her dinner, uhh Bag from Margiela, uhh

Thank God for the first nigga started trapping Thank God for the first nigga started rapping Thank God for the first girl to start stripping And I'mma have to keep it muhfucking real with 'em I got a problem with these niggas Trigger finger keep itchin'

Alright, nigga, no more fun and games, let's go (oh fuck) You, you set the standard for (what, me?) the future generation Liar, yeah, listen Slum village with the feeling, get a beat I bet you I'ma kill it (kill it) Huh, you ain't ready for the realest

Uh oh, fresh out the bed Uh oh, count up the deads You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble Fresh out, outta the bed, count