laughin at cha You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha [Chorus: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha) Iiiiiiiii ain't
Catching my fever Rob the passenger, the last griever You don't lone my squad? Fuck y'all, we don't love your ass neither Way off the meter Yo Bus, me
now We about halfway through the road We got about another hundred years to go Thats for sure God is good thats right God is good In fact God is not good
God I Don't Kno, I Don't Kno, I Don't Kno, I Don't Kno What I Got Myself Into Good God I Don't Kno, I Don't, I Don't Kno, I Don't Kno What I Got Myself
t ready, and I told you It ain't like, I ain't tell you from day one, I ain't shit When it comes to relationships, I don't have the patience Now it's
matter how hard I cry it just don't seem loud enough (And God is good that's right God is good) Lord I hope You're hearing me (In fact God is not good
fly Young girl sittin' on the steps of a duplex Why did God choose to make my life so complex? Breathing to the beat of a slow, sad drum Trouble is a lonely
you called and I followUhh, uhh But you won't see me tonightNot tonight baby No you won't see me tomorrow The God, The God, The God, Nasir (You won't
But that square box don't represent the sphere that we live in The earth is not a flat screen, I ain?t trying to fit in But this ain?t for the underground
Can't eat, can't sleep, can't breathe Can't get your mind to stop thinking about me Can't eat can't sleep, can't breathe I hope you whine up lonely Can't
if I wanted to want the best for you But I don?t so you make your next mistake on your own You can tell me to forgive you but don?t ask twice don?t
to brighten up the night Did the God who put those stars above make those city lights Did he make a place for men to cry when things don't turn out right
to me Sayin' that you forgive me Give me another chance, I'm needin' it like a kidney I don't wanna advance, give me back her hands Give me back her touch, I don't
burners or books, fuck that! [lyrics born] Imagine this, angeles, or san francisco And everybody sandwiched in, can't stop here and ambulences Don't nobody ass-kiss, ain't
warm for you, girl Lift some weights and keep it hard for you, girl Sunday morning pray to God for you, girl If that don't work catch a charge for you, girl
the end of the world now yeah! Don't start runnin But could you possibly run when you know that God's comin? But we got a lot of hard heads that don't
But they ain't pay me a quarter of what they fucking promised Extended my tour, treating me like a sucker That's the reason officers get fragged motherfucker Don't