and smile all day at things you say and do and use our little victories as trial for the few and that means you CHORUS: and the bullshit goes on,
stop when I'm at the very top You shitted on me on your way up It's 'bout to be a scary drop Cause what goes up must come down You going down on something
supposed I'm attacking my own soul I'm back in a lone mode I'm back on that long road And that road goes forever and ever I don't wanna love no more
90's, 2000's, and so On and on until the crack of dawn Until the year 3000 and beyond Stay up all night, and I emcee and never die 'Cause death is the
, who we be (This goes out to my nigga Q) (Rest in peace, baby) They don't know, who we be (They still ain't ready) What they don't know is The bullshit
And really destroy shit I'm that nigga That do what I say and I say what I mean I'm not that nigga That just gon' sit back and comin' up on no green
letter to the KKK from the black folks I'm tryin' to get it on, tryin' to check the grip And there goes officer cracker tryin' to sink my fuckin' battleship Turnin' on
And he doesn't mean it So that's the way I took it Anyway the boy is dead, no matter how you look at it And life goes on.. I was feelin kinda funny -
gotta worry bout bout, worry bout bout, worry bout bout. Worry bout that bullshit bullshit bull-bullshit. Come on let's go go go go go go go. Come on
the fam, we let 'em in through the side door Hold on: That's the girl you gave a wedding ring? Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything (Charlie Wilson) And
in the end That bullshit is bullshit It just goes by different names Come on boy, come on girl Succumb to the beat surrender Come on boy, come on girl
Motherfuckin' right Let's get busy on this record So we can make the dough, shit And make girls like Kiki Shepard get naked On the strength! Party with machine and
Get ya stoned and get ya wide Get ya up and get ya high (HIIIIIGH!) Get ya stoned and get ya wide wide (Yeah yeah) Get ya stoned and get ya high (Fightin
got is misdeameanors and some acd's Y'all gon make me lay something down I promise And puff wear scarmas and listen to carl thomas Puff running and hide and
like Brat, how's that? I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack Who said the E can't rock? That's bullshit Suck my dick and get a big fat
all my game from east oakland streets Now motherfuck you damn shit-haired freaks I go on and on as I sing my song If you're tender and young, I fuck
on me? My posse got a real Mc, Too Short and it don't stop And it don't stop, and it won't stop 'cause I'm Too Short baby On the microphone and I'm macing