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(feat. The Notorious BIG)

[Intro]
yours terms, you don't
feel it move, and one
night you look up, one
spark and the sky's on fire

[The Notorious BIG]
Check it, Big Poppa
throwing niggas off of cliffs
smoking spliffs, disappearing
wit my bitch in the (Mitsubishi Eclipse)? cliffs
read my lips, i'll kill you
running spilt you, did i say
thank you, i grant you
three wishes cuz i be
the genie, niggaz's ass out
like fat bitches in bikinis
read between the lines
see what i see, i see
the diary of a sick bastard
JUNIOR Mafia blast em
rubies on the hips
brought clip to flip chips
brought orders to fill clits
it don't stop, it don't stop
watch the hit nigga
it don't stop, it don't stop
watch the hit nigga
JUNIOR Mafia representin
Bucktown, like another cop back
niggas better duck down, face down
you know the routine supreme
hey ladies, you know the
drama Biggie bring

[2Pac]
Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade me
Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies
Papa was a motherfuckin, joke
Used to find dope in his coat
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And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke
Daaamn, don't get me started
My mama smoked so God damn much
when she was pregnant I'm surprised I ain't retarded
At night I can't sleep, count sheep
As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep
Starin at the wall, heard a scream
Wake up in the mornin
See the blood in the hall from the murder scene
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye
On the corner, where the niggaz slang they crack
And the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back
(Five-OH!) I daydream about the dope world
Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl
My mausberg goes BOOM, what's another plug
Snatchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other thugs
(GIVE IT UP NIGGA) Don't run out of breath
Every step could be death 'til you blast
And be the last nigga left, then I'll be ghost

[Chorus: 2Pac]
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye

Thanks to andre for these lyrics