i'm talking about one night, 82, static, selecta, like... i'll take back to one night like static, selecta, come on, man! hey, hey, hey! nigger free style
on in a safari Wild niggaz like I'm high on latari Some let the block block they mind if they could see what I see Get out the city for a sec, be at the
the track With big money, big nuts and a big fat chronic sack So Daz, step up on they ass And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past Diggidy
feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? Static I love Tupac's new record, ?Static? Right but don't you feel like that creates, ?Static? A
losin my mind Perfect model before my time Down low to my instant data Give me a socket I can plug in Hologram Im pushin up close but it's hard to get to ya Hologram Theres a
Hustlenomics, eh Joc, what up nigga? A nigga quick produced this shit? Hell yeah Shit crazy, homie My niggas cut throat, my niggas cut throat I got some
with I'm on some infrared heat shit With a deep clique, what I eat, sleep, shit Well, if it's a freak bitch, she can suck a sweet dick Till she's seasick
wouldn't mean shit to me Just a unsolved mystery Before I saw his body lyin' down I heard a motherfucker crying now Have you ever seen a bitch nigga
all Rollin through the alley in a Caddy Blowin Cali to the haters, oh what a pity When they hit a nigga, Twista rockin city after city they gon' ask, "
beat the rap With a payoff, cop gotta lay off, FBI on my dick, stay off I'm not a rebel or a renegade on a quest I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his chest
'rat-a-tat-tat' The underground hero guess y'all is back My custom, my khaki suit and a blue cap, automatic (chorus) (verse 3) I make it difficult for a
bites the bullet In these streets where a man journey With crooked cops and a society who tryin' to burn me I'm like a pit in a cage, spittin' my shells in a
, let's get down Wanna see your body move for me I wanna see your body move for me so baby, shake for me And it goes like a chick with a cost, she take
them jams Got a big ass crib with a flow lil' fuck Got a roof all glass and that bitch split up Got a house built look like a Mercedes booth Ferrari
out them jams Got a big ass crib with a flow lil fuck Got a roof all glass and that bitch split up Got a house built look like a Mercedes booth Ferrari
Every turning that I take There's a face in every window,watching every move I make Keep your cool it can't be far Take a look around you and you find
'll creep your style with a bullet and a smile 'Cause ain't nuthin' worse than a bichas nigga Ain't nuthin' worse than a bichas nigga Ain't nuthin' worse than a
motherfuckin city down Know what I'm sayin, see what I'm sayin' slugga We bad than a motherfucker [Verse One: Juvenile] If I got a problem with a nigga