HELL NAW!!!! that is How Long Will They Mourn Me off the album Thug Life

Yeah nigga
I got tha word as hell
ya blew trial and tha judge gave you
25 with an L
time to prepare to do fed time
won't see parole
imagine life as a convict
that's getten' old
plus with tha drama
we're lookin out for your babies mama
taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...
life in tha hood...
is all good for nobody
remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties
Me and you
No true a two
while scheming on hits
and gettin tricks
that maybe we can slide into
but now you burried
rest nigga
cause I ain't worried
eyes bluried
sayin' goodbye at the cemetary
tho' memories fade
I got your name tated on my arm
so we both ball till' my dying days
before I say goodbye
Kato, we're meant to rest in peace
Thug till I die

Life Goes On.. I think it was named that, it was in the Chorus atleast

hee's an eay one..

First I fucked yo bitch and the click you claim
west side when we ride, come equipped wit game
you claim to be a player but i fucked yo wife
we bust on bad boys, niggas fuck fa life
plus, puffy tryna see me, these hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls n Junior Mafia some mark ass bitches
we keep on comin while we runnin fo yo jewls
steady gunnin keep on bustin at them fools,
you know the rules.... etc

Fuck you people are stupid....freestyle with Biggie

o buddy that was Hit Um' Up

I knew that, I just wasn't under that^

EAZY ONE!!!

Born in a whirl wind
'96 Bonnie & Clide
Me and my g/f doin 85 when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin
Born as a ghetto child
Raised in this whirl wind

ain the whole verse but it is easy

fuck that n/m....how about this

I smoke a blunt to take the pain out
And if I wasnt high I'd probably try to blow my brains out
Im hopeless they shoulda killed me as a baby
And now they got me trapped in the storm I'm goin crazy
Forgive me they wanna see me in my casket
and if I dont blast Ill be the victim of them bastards
Im loosin hope they got me stressin can the Lord forgive me
Got the spirit of a thug in me
Another sip of that drink this Hennesey got me queasy
Dont wanna earl young nigga take it easy
Picture your dreams on a triple beam and it seems
dont underestimate the power of a fiend
To my homies on the block
Slangin rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box
When youre runnin from the cops -- and never look back
If they could be black then they would switch
Open fire on them busta-ass bitches