I heard a rumor, I die, murder a cold blood drama top Pictures of me and my final says you know Mama Crop But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted Like I no longer exist and mysteriously missing Although I'm worldwide baby I ain't hard to find Why I spend most of my time in my California grind Watching for these and I'm cautious just like I'm barely breathing Pulling the bullet and motherfuckers give me your reason See me in hope I'm intoxicated and slightly faded You try to play me, nah, ha, my size, my only payment. alone in private jobs and seperate jobs and other corporations and real estate corporations that came down to court at the beginning of the Bill judge's presidency. All those that themselves will no longer sons. I have Mobius on the other hand how we've just haircut our custom 1987

I'm about to start shooting, copy my style, bar, shot, skit, jobby, I'm set to the smell, now I'm back to set the record straight, remark, I'm still a thug that you love to hate, move, gunna hit up, I'm about to copy your s-

Like this song goes so fucking hard because I'm not gonna say I've been through it but I'm not gonna lie, I'm one of the few bitches I don't like right now I don't know if I can couch when their mom fucking kicked them out, so yeah.

We love Tupac, period. Rest in peace. Love him.

Hey, what's up? How are you? Chewbacca is awesome. Much love to you.

I'm Luke I'm doing good not appreciate the love for me or should I love

And I will lie 2Pac is actually fire bro five stars couldn't drop me that is crazy in here Yahoo edition on Biggy Naz Tracy