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Lyrics
All Eyes On Me
Ambitionz As A Ridah
All About U
Skandalouz
Got My Mind Made Up
How Do U Want It
2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted
No More Pain
Heartz Of Men
Life Goez On
Only God Can Judge Me
Tradin War Stories
California Love
I Aint Mad At Cha
Whatz Ya Phone Number
Cant C Me
Shorty Wanna Be A Thug
Holla At Me
Wonda Why They Call U Bitch
When We Ride
Thug Passion
Picture Me Rollin
Check Out Time
Ratha Be Ya Nigga
All Eyez On Me
Run Tha Streetz
Aint Hard 2 Find
Heaven Aint Hard 2 Find
Quotes
Me Against The World
If I Die 2Nite
Me Against the World a
So Many Tearz
Young Niggaz
Heavy In The Game
Lord Knows
Dear Mama
It Aint Easy
Can U Get Away
Old School
Death Around The Corner
Outlaw
Greatest Hits Disc 1
Keep Ya Head Up
2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted 2
Temptations
God Bless The Dead
Hail Mary
Me Against The World G Hits
How Do You Want It
So Many Tears
Unconditional Love
Trapped
Life Goes On
Hit Em Up
Links
Outlawz
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| Heartz Of Men Ahh, Suge what did I tell you nigga, when I come out of jail what was I gonna do I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, nigga Them binoculars Ha ha ha ha, yah nigga time to ride Grab your bullet proof vest nigga cause its gonna be a long one Now me and Quik gonna tell you niggas how its like on this side The real side Now on this ride its gonna be some real mutha-fuckas and there is gonna be some pussys Now the real niggas are gonna be the ones with money and bitches The pussys are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleeding Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride gets tricky See you got some niggas on your side That say they your friends But in real life they your enemies And then you got some mutha-fuckas that say they your enemies But in real life they eyes is on your money See the enemies say the truth But in real life those niggas will be the snitches Its a dirty game y'all Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with Cause the shit get wild y'all Keep your mind on your riches, Baby Keep your mind on your riches 9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder me From the hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me Shit I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed Nothing more I despise than a liar and cowards die My mama told me When I was to see Just a vicious mutha fucker while these devils left me free I proceed to make them shiver when I deliver Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli Niggas is waiting for some thug shit thats what they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinite Immortal Outlaw Switching up on you ordinary bitches like the south bore you bit less And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased Will be another moment ballin' as a G I rip the crowd then I start again Internally I live in sin untill the moment that they let me breathe again The heartz of men The Heartz of Men My lyrical verge with so much pain that To some niggas it hurts My guns bust And if you ain't one of us it gets worse Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll and fly mode I'm an homicidal outlaw and five-o get your lights on Fight long, tonights gonna be a fucking fight so we might roll My own homies saying I'm heart less But I'm a G to this 'til the day I'm gone thats regardless Drive-by and niggas bow down I thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now Throw up your hands if your thugged out First nigga act up first nigga getting drugged out I can be a villian if yah let me I'll Mutha fuck yah if yah too upset me tell the cops to come and get me rip the crowd like a phone number Start again, don't have no mutha fuckin' friends nigga Look inside the heartz of men In The Heartz of Men In The Heartz of Men To all me niggas engaged in making money in the fifty states Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch No longer living in fear my pistol close in hand Convinced this is my year like I'm the chosen man Give me my money and label me as a Don If niggas is having problems smoke fire and bomb them I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics as if its a game of crack Thugishness is in my spirit I'm lost and not knowing scar'd up but still flowing energized and still going Uhh, can it be fate that makes a sick mutha fucka break On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake What will it take? Give me that bass line I'm feeling bombed Deathrow baby don't be alarmed The homie Quik gave a nigga beat and let me start again Represent cause I've been sent The heartz of men |
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