| Opening Lyrics from 2pac | Name of Song |
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| Out on bail fresh outta jail, California dreamin; Soon as i stepped on the scene I'm hearin hoochies screamin | |
| Now I clown around when I hang around with the Underground; girls used to frown, say I'm down, when I come around | |
| I ain't a killer but don't push me; Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy | |
| If I could recollect before my hood days; I'd sit and reminisce, thinking of bliss of the good days | |
| Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture; Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer | |
| As I bail through the empty halls; Breath stinkin in my drawls | |
| Lord have mercy, father help us all; Since you supllied yo' phone number, I can't help but call | |
| Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice; I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots | |
| Back to get wreck; All respect to those who break they neck; To keep they hos in check | |
| Here we go, turn it up, let's start; From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks | |
| A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind; So much pressure in this life of mine | |
| The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out; stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out | |
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