Oh, I posted bail? I'm out this motherfucker? I could go? Oh, fuck y'all, aye, fuck the judge Fuck the motherfuckin' District Attorney, the prosecutor
Ha ha, ha ha Yeh u crazy See, it ain't easy bein' me, Life as a celebrity is less than heavily, I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around
[Intro: 2Pac] Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Rotten
So what I wanna do, hopefully is, I wanna be I-I-I don't wannabe I am Tupac 2005 guess who's back? G-g-guess who's back G-g-guess who's back? G-g-guess
Scott Storch Hey, why'd you slang crack? I had to Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to A nigga gotta pay the
I wanted to bring back that reality, but nobody Can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson And I'm a heavyweight champion, I'm a little nigga
Yeah, nigga, fuck that gin and juice (Hennessey) Just pour me a glass of that dark shit That's right Ay, pour me some of that too, baby They wanna knows
those hours... those memories the feelings that we shared loyalty has become meaningless in relation to what you've dared in relation to what you've dared
to stay the same And you can't even begin to know How many times I've told myself "I told you so" I was once a loyal lover Whose lips did never seek
ME LOYAL - I'LL SAY YOU'RE LOYAL TOO. I KNOW YOU'RE LOYAL - I FEEL YOUR LOYAL TRUTH, CALL ME LOYAL - I'LL HOLD YOU LOYAL TOO, AND WE ARE LOYAL, KEEP
friends come and go like the seasons and tide He can't keep a women they all realize He loves them, leaves them, takes what he needs He's loyal to no
Yo Pac Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything Niggaz just wanna know if your still gonna be On some crooked ass
Yeah nigga, yo Pac, that's right Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything, yeah Niggaz just wanna know If your still
Don't You Trust Me? I ain't got time for this man I'm out [Chorus] You should stop for awhile you will find me standing by (Don't you trust me?) Over
Hit 'em with a little Ghetto Gospel Those who wish to follow me (My Ghetto Gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills
can stop me My posse is cocky and they don't wait until they drop me I'm loyal to the game I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin (Nigga I'm loyal