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2 Pac
Yeah, clear enough for ya
Why niggas look mad
y’all supposed to be happy I’m free
Y’all look like you wanted me to stay in jail
Old busters
Picture me rollin’ in my 500 benz
I got no love for these niggas
There’s no need to be friends
They got me under survailance
That’s what somebody be tellin’ me
Known as don’t be insulted
but I ain’t the one tellin’
Don’t want to be another number
I got a fuckin’ gang of weed to keep from goin under
The fedarones wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got 2 rottweillers by me bed
I feed em lead
Now on release
How will I live
Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did
To feed kids
One life to live
It’s so hard to be positive
When niggas shootin at your crib
Mama, I’m still thuggin’
The world is a war zone
My homies is inmates
And most of them dead grown
Full grown, finally a man
Just sceamin on ways to put some green inside the palms
Of my empty hands
Just picture me rollin’
Flossin a benz on rims that isn’t stolen
My dreams is scensored
My hopes are gone
I’m like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone
My nerves is wrecked
Heart beatin’ and my hands is swollen
Thinkin of the G’s I’ll be holdin
Picture me rollin’
Can you see me now
Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture
Can you see it
Pictue me rollin’
Yeah nigga
Eh, but picture how my nigga Sak duke do it
Guess who’s back
I got keys comin from overseas
Cost a nigga 200 G’s
I’m a street comando
Nino for example
This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle
So I got to floss cuz I’m rollin like a boss playa
Thug granted to be a women layer
So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin
Make me wanna start bank bangin
So I’m caught up in the game
Let’s go change
Packin 40 glocks
Contain or rearrange
All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies
While I’m sippin on green leaves
In front of black lexuses, chevies on the roam
96 big bodies sittin on chrome
As we head up out the zone
Stone facing is on
Looking at mine but don’t look too long
I’m livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin
It’s hard to imagine
Picture me rollin’
I gots to get the fuck up in
Goin to lay a caper
Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper
My bitch fin to have a bastard, see
So I need to hit a lick, drasticall
I see some bald head ass niggas and they slippin in my spot
And, uh, diggin in the pots
Check in the park, Pac
We caught em sleepin
We didn’t think you niggas creepin
This how we do it every weekend
And I dump for madness
It’s time to count the profit
CPO, we got the bomb spot
Nigga, time to clock it
I get the liquor and you could get the females
This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales
Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9
I’m cool as a mother fucker, I’m a get mine
Now we satisfied
Got the pockets on swollen
Boss hog and this Pac nigga
Picture us rollin’
Heh, heh, heh
Y’all ready for me
Picture me rollin roll call
You know there’s some mother fuckers out there
I just could not forget about
I wanna make sure they can see me
Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Faciluties
All you bitch asses
Can you niggas see me from there
Ballin on all y’all punk ass
Heh, ha ha
Picture me rollin, baby
Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks
I told yall niggas when I come home it’s on
That’s right nigga, picture me rollin’
Oh, I forgot....the DA (district attorney)
Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court
Can the ho see me from here
Can you see me, ho
Picture me rollin’
And all you punk police, can you see me
Am I clear to you
Picture me rollin’ nigga, legit
Free like OJ all day
You can’t stop me
You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker
Noope,?, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme
Can you picture us rollin’
Can you see me ho
Is y’all ready for me
We up out this bitch
Any time y’all wanna see me again
Rewind this track right here, close your eyes
And picture me rollin’
Why niggas look mad
y’all supposed to be happy I’m free
Y’all look like you wanted me to stay in jail
Old busters
Picture me rollin’ in my 500 benz
I got no love for these niggas
There’s no need to be friends
They got me under survailance
That’s what somebody be tellin’ me
Known as don’t be insulted
but I ain’t the one tellin’
Don’t want to be another number
I got a fuckin’ gang of weed to keep from goin under
The fedarones wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got 2 rottweillers by me bed
I feed em lead
Now on release
How will I live
Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did
To feed kids
One life to live
It’s so hard to be positive
When niggas shootin at your crib
Mama, I’m still thuggin’
The world is a war zone
My homies is inmates
And most of them dead grown
Full grown, finally a man
Just sceamin on ways to put some green inside the palms
Of my empty hands
Just picture me rollin’
Flossin a benz on rims that isn’t stolen
My dreams is scensored
My hopes are gone
I’m like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone
My nerves is wrecked
Heart beatin’ and my hands is swollen
Thinkin of the G’s I’ll be holdin
Picture me rollin’
Can you see me now
Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture
Can you see it
Pictue me rollin’
Yeah nigga
Eh, but picture how my nigga Sak duke do it
Guess who’s back
I got keys comin from overseas
Cost a nigga 200 G’s
I’m a street comando
Nino for example
This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle
So I got to floss cuz I’m rollin like a boss playa
Thug granted to be a women layer
So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin
Make me wanna start bank bangin
So I’m caught up in the game
Let’s go change
Packin 40 glocks
Contain or rearrange
All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies
While I’m sippin on green leaves
In front of black lexuses, chevies on the roam
96 big bodies sittin on chrome
As we head up out the zone
Stone facing is on
Looking at mine but don’t look too long
I’m livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin
It’s hard to imagine
Picture me rollin’
I gots to get the fuck up in
Goin to lay a caper
Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper
My bitch fin to have a bastard, see
So I need to hit a lick, drasticall
I see some bald head ass niggas and they slippin in my spot
And, uh, diggin in the pots
Check in the park, Pac
We caught em sleepin
We didn’t think you niggas creepin
This how we do it every weekend
And I dump for madness
It’s time to count the profit
CPO, we got the bomb spot
Nigga, time to clock it
I get the liquor and you could get the females
This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales
Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9
I’m cool as a mother fucker, I’m a get mine
Now we satisfied
Got the pockets on swollen
Boss hog and this Pac nigga
Picture us rollin’
Heh, heh, heh
Y’all ready for me
Picture me rollin roll call
You know there’s some mother fuckers out there
I just could not forget about
I wanna make sure they can see me
Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Faciluties
All you bitch asses
Can you niggas see me from there
Ballin on all y’all punk ass
Heh, ha ha
Picture me rollin, baby
Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks
I told yall niggas when I come home it’s on
That’s right nigga, picture me rollin’
Oh, I forgot....the DA (district attorney)
Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court
Can the ho see me from here
Can you see me, ho
Picture me rollin’
And all you punk police, can you see me
Am I clear to you
Picture me rollin’ nigga, legit
Free like OJ all day
You can’t stop me
You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker
Noope,?, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme
Can you picture us rollin’
Can you see me ho
Is y’all ready for me
We up out this bitch
Any time y’all wanna see me again
Rewind this track right here, close your eyes
And picture me rollin’
