Me and my closest road dogz<br />To my dog named Musolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby<br />The return of the mashers, you know how we do it<br />Hahaha!<br /><br /><em>[2Pac]<br />Shit half the times we flaunt cause trouble<br />My closest road dog it was cool cause I love you<br />Fuck what they talkin bout<br />Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine<br />Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind<br />Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin wild<br />No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin cases<br />Indeed, it was misery<br />Driven by my own demons, cause they was killin me<br />How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?<br />Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon<br />It's gettin deeper now, let me get yo' mind right<br />Fuck yo' enemies, nigga grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night<br />Murder murder Mr. Lucifer<br />Pictures of the devil DUCK when he shoot at cha, it's all political<br />Runnin from the future, escapin in the fog<br />Live yo' life like a hog nigga, me and my closest road dogz<br /><br /><em>[Chorus: sung]<br />Every ghetto street got a crosswalk<br />Let me get to the other side with my road dogz<br />All roam in the scary place called home<br />Take a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz<br />Every ghetto street got a stop sign<br />Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?<br />Even when I'm goin through hard times<br />I still got my closest road dogz lookin out for all mine<br /><br /><em>[2Pac]<br />Haha.. bring artillery and ROLL with a nigga<br />They could never take the soul of a M.O.B. soldier nigga<br />Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em Makaveli<br />Boy youse a boss player, that's what all the bitches tell me<br />Even if I died now<br />I live my life eternally and never lie down, why cry now?<br />Fooled a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin to hear it<br />Evil spirits hide at total strangers, yo' life's in danger<br />Prepare nigga be aware, cause we ain't scared<br />M.O.B., 'til I die, when we ride niggaz disappear<br />Fill 'em up with pistol smoke<br />Never forget to blow a hole in his head<br />for leakin information to the feds<br />The burnin bed was the tellin sign<br />Two hired guns bustin everyone, yellin everybody die<br />Why the fuck they fuck around, we left 'em in the fog<br />bleedin like a stuck hog, me and my closest road dogz<br /><br /><em>[Chorus]<br /><br /><em>[2Pac]<br />Fuck they feelings, that's what they get for squealin<br />That's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dealin<br />See me in physical form, my niggaz swarm<br />Take the figure of a circle beatin jealous niggaz 'til they purple<br />Simon Says take they heads homies<br />and send them phony motherfuckers to dwell with all they dead homies<br />Fishin for fake niggaz, observe and shake niggaz<br />The only way to see six figures, is break niggaz<br />Me and Musolini set to ride we high<br />Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way<br />Labelled a Capo in the mob as big as the globe<br />To live and die as a millionaire, on ..<br />Set to explode, my M.O., is kill them hoes<br />My pistol's like a disease, my enemies and foes<br />Get murdered and disposed of, we in the fog<br />Makaveli the Don, and my closest road dogz<br /><br /><em>[Chorus - 2X]<br />
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