Me and my closest road dogz To my dog named Musolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby The return of the mashers, you know how we do it Hahaha!
[2Pac] Shit half the times we flaunt cause trouble My closest road dog it was cool cause I love you Fuck what they talkin bout Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin wild No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin cases Indeed, it was misery Driven by my own demons, cause they was killin me How can I be sure I'll be saved soon? Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon It's gettin deeper now, let me get yo' mind right Fuck yo' enemies, nigga grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night Murder murder Mr. Lucifer Pictures of the devil DUCK when he shoot at cha, it's all political Runnin from the future, escapin in the fog Live yo' life like a hog nigga, me and my closest road dogz
[Chorus: sung] Every ghetto street got a crosswalk Let me get to the other side with my road dogz All roam in the scary place called home Take a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz Every ghetto street got a stop sign Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine? Even when I'm goin through hard times I still got my closest road dogz lookin out for all mine
[2Pac] Haha.. bring artillery and ROLL with a nigga They could never take the soul of a M.O.B. soldier nigga Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em Makaveli Boy youse a boss player, that's what all the bitches tell me Even if I died now I live my life eternally and never lie down, why cry now? Fooled a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin to hear it Evil spirits hide at total strangers, yo' life's in danger Prepare nigga be aware, cause we ain't scared M.O.B., 'til I die, when we ride niggaz disappear Fill 'em up with pistol smoke Never forget to blow a hole in his head for leakin information to the feds The burnin bed was the tellin sign Two hired guns bustin everyone, yellin everybody die Why the fuck they fuck around, we left 'em in the fog bleedin like a stuck hog, me and my closest road dogz
[Chorus]
[2Pac] Fuck they feelings, that's what they get for squealin That's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dealin See me in physical form, my niggaz swarm Take the figure of a circle beatin jealous niggaz 'til they purple Simon Says take they heads homies and send them phony motherfuckers to dwell with all they dead homies Fishin for fake niggaz, observe and shake niggaz The only way to see six figures, is break niggaz Me and Musolini set to ride we high Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way Labelled a Capo in the mob as big as the globe To live and die as a millionaire, on .. Set to explode, my M.O., is kill them hoes My pistol's like a disease, my enemies and foes Get murdered and disposed of, we in the fog Makaveli the Don, and my closest road dogz
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