K-POP Lyrics Song

2PacOut On Bail


Hahahah
Role model?
I'm a fucking menace to society
Bitch, you fucking better quit
Police, what ...
Whatcha gonna call the police?
Hahahah
Thug in me
It seems I can't turn back
I'm walking round strapped
Can't sleep
My enemies want me capped
Call my mama and they scream drama (kill you, kill you)
What could it be?
Don't they know, that they fucking with a G (rat-a-tat)
I'm going to sleep but with my eyes open
I'm getting high
And I pray that when I go I can die smoking
Go to the funeral my homies dead
He passed away
Got caught up in the wrong place
Got blasted, hey
That's just another part of being black
It ain't no thang, but if you slang
Then you better watch your back
Cause these mother fuckers love to see you gone
You gotta stay strong
Young brother cause it's on
And I'll be, slanging these things, till the break of dawn
Gotta make my ends (HEY)
Then it's time to take it home
I got some hoochies on my pager
It's major
Let me play her like a game of fucking Sega (beep, beep)
Time to wake up
2 in the mornin'
You gotta leave
Got'sta sleep by myself, cause I'm a G
It's time to say goodbye, I Got'sta get my strap
I was raised in the gutter
Now I can't turn, back
It seems I can't turn back
They want me to change
But now I can't turn, back
It seems I can't turn back
They want me to change
But now I can't turn, backI got thirty homies dirty mackin'
Jealous cause I'm stackin'
I stay tackin'
Packing heat
In case these jealous niggas get to actin'
To shiesty, sharky, ? and wanna leak
Or get restless, try to test this, get they ass put to sleep (plow)
I'm playing for keeps
In it for life, ain't no turning back
I'ma keep hustling, as long as the fiends keep burning crack
No love for these bitches cause when you down and out they backs turn
I dig em and ditch em be about my riches
Sip my liquor and let my snap burn
Can't let these funky cock-hoes destroy me
Only quality time I spend is on these plots that employ me
These punk ass cops annoy me
Playa-hating on my cash got
Leaving enough up ? in my strap and up in my stash spot
Trying to crash my squat
Trying to stop a nigga from earning snaps
See hustling is all I know so there really ain't no turning back
I can't turn back
They saying I'm crazy
I can't turn back
I won't quit
I can't turn back
They want me to stop
But yo I can't turn back
Spice 1
Coming up off a clip
So nigga don't trip
It's the SPI
When I step into your shit
And nigga your quick to die
So take this slug to your chest
Cause ain't no turning back
Raised in the ghetto smoking motherfucker slanging crack
I put my finger on trigger and he was rolled up
He was the key to getting me scrizied sold up
So now I'm running like a motherfucking fugitive
And all I carry is memories of how I used to liveEverytime I wake up
I hit the floor
I thank the Lord
I don't know what I'm living for
I run out the backdoor
Ain't nothing nice in my life
I ask my nigga spice (wu-sup nigga?)
Don't wanna die, am I living right?
I hit the corner smoking weed, drinking Hennessey (cough)
Will I be sober enough, so see my enemies? (Bring it)
And if I do will I empty my clip, or will I trip?
Cause I ain't giving up for shit
I can't turn back
I can't turn back
They want me to quit
But yo I can't turn back
They saying I'm crazy
I can't turn back
They want me to quit
But yo I can't turn back
I can't turn back
They want to to quit
But yo I can't turn back
I'm still thugging
I can't turn back
They want to to quit
But yo I can't turn back

Hahahah
Role model?
I'm a fucking menace to society
Bitch, you fucking better quit
Police, what ...
Whatcha gonna call the police?
Hahahah
Thug in me
It seems I can't turn back
I'm walking round strapped
Can't sleep
My enemies want me capped
Call my mama and they scream drama (kill you, kill you)
What could it be?
Don't they know, that they fucking with a G (rat-a-tat)
I'm going to sleep but with my eyes open
I'm getting high
And I pray that when I go I can die smoking
Go to the funeral my homies dead
He passed away
Got caught up in the wrong place
Got blasted, hey
That's just another part of being black
It ain't no thang, but if you slang
Then you better watch your back
Cause these mother fuckers love to see you gone
You gotta stay strong
Young brother cause it's on
And I'll be, slanging these things, till the break of dawn
Gotta make my ends (HEY)
Then it's time to take it home
I got some hoochies on my pager
It's major
Let me play her like a game of fucking Sega (beep, beep)
Time to wake up
2 in the mornin'
You gotta leave
Got'sta sleep by myself, cause I'm a G
It's time to say goodbye, I Got'sta get my strap
I was raised in the gutter
Now I can't turn, back
It seems I can't turn back
They want me to change
But now I can't turn, back
It seems I can't turn back
They want me to change
But now I can't turn, backI got thirty homies dirty mackin'
Jealous cause I'm stackin'
I stay tackin'
Packing heat
In case these jealous niggas get to actin'
To shiesty, sharky, ? and wanna leak
Or get restless, try to test this, get they ass put to sleep (plow)
I'm playing for keeps
In it for life, ain't no turning back
I'ma keep hustling, as long as the fiends keep burning crack
No love for these bitches cause when you down and out they backs turn
I dig em and ditch em be about my riches
Sip my liquor and let my snap burn
Can't let these funky cock-hoes destroy me
Only quality time I spend is on these plots that employ me
These punk ass cops annoy me
Playa-hating on my cash got
Leaving enough up ? in my strap and up in my stash spot
Trying to crash my squat
Trying to stop a nigga from earning snaps
See hustling is all I know so there really ain't no turning back
I can't turn back
They saying I'm crazy
I can't turn back
I won't quit
I can't turn back
They want me to stop
But yo I can't turn back
Spice 1
Coming up off a clip
So nigga don't trip
It's the SPI
When I step into your shit
And nigga your quick to die
So take this slug to your chest
Cause ain't no turning back
Raised in the ghetto smoking motherfucker slanging crack
I put my finger on trigger and he was rolled up
He was the key to getting me scrizied sold up
So now I'm running like a motherfucking fugitive
And all I carry is memories of how I used to liveEverytime I wake up
I hit the floor
I thank the Lord
I don't know what I'm living for
I run out the backdoor
Ain't nothing nice in my life
I ask my nigga spice (wu-sup nigga?)
Don't wanna die, am I living right?
I hit the corner smoking weed, drinking Hennessey (cough)
Will I be sober enough, so see my enemies? (Bring it)
And if I do will I empty my clip, or will I trip?
Cause I ain't giving up for shit
I can't turn back
I can't turn back
They want me to quit
But yo I can't turn back
They saying I'm crazy
I can't turn back
They want me to quit
But yo I can't turn back
I can't turn back
They want to to quit
But yo I can't turn back
I'm still thugging
I can't turn back
They want to to quit
But yo I can't turn back

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