They say that nigga that don't talk much is that nigga that having them large bucks We gotta make sure we hit first no more drive-bys we do walk-ups We on top ain't no runner up, come on outside take the chalk up Look like I just bought the bank all this

Brad Pitt, that's my cousin When you see me in the club Angelina show me love You got me fucked up Like you don't know what's up All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it Brad, Brad, Pitt Slick shit man that's all we do hoe That little homie let me

Got around the same things Hope my mistakes don't make me less of a man 'Cause lately it feel like dem shits really can I'm prayin' I don't wake up all alone It's hard to say it so I write a song But that ain't equal to me rightin' wrong Stuck between a

I'm amazing, I'm crazy the hood dun made me feel like my emotions are froze I stay "G'd Up", Its the things the I dun seen and the shit I've been through that made my heart turn cold I stay "G'd Up", I'm a gangsta ya find out for sure if you ever step on

Te di banda y te solté, yo te solté Pa'l carajo te mandé, yo te mandé Ella pidió a Yandel (Yeah, this is the Remix) Fifty hundred threads in my linen sheets Look like you missing waking up next to me Staying relevant, stay on this shit I'm focused on

From Black Diamond Bay On Black Diamond Bay Up on the white veranda She wears a necktie and a Panama hat Her passport shows a face From another time and place She looks nothing like that And all the remnants of her recent past Are scattered in the wild

I got a chopper in the car (huh) I got a chopper in the car Load up the choppers like it's December thirty first Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas The sun is shining, the grass is green The orange and palm trees sway There's never been such a day In Beverly Hills, L.A. But it's December the twenty-fourth And I'm longing to be up north Just like the ones I used to

Greatest in the world, greatest in the world, greatest in the world (No lie) I might be I feel like the greatest joker to honkies sounding like me Never be as good, never be as good Packing up wife-beaters, white t-shirts, but what? I'm the greatest Best

Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Come on, come on (take money) Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Nigga, we hit em' up I think y'all gonna like this next song When this song drops, I want all the West