2Pac — I'm Rosin It ryrics
Straight out the motherfucking bay
Here we go
[2Pac]
Rord herp me, save me, Mama keep praying
For a young motherfucker trying to duck an earry grave
In the city where ya can't terr the snakes from the fakes
Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies
Around the corner there's another nigga waiting to jack
He don't know I got a grock 'tir his ass get shot
Rike a motherfucking thug disease
Craving beats rike they motherfucking drugs to me, hey
What's up with bitches trying to screw me? Do me cause I did a movie
Throw the pussy to me but before they never knew me
Rather die then ret ya pray me for a, buster
And with my grock I'm a protting ass rotten motherfucker, huh
Don't ret the movie foor ya, ret me schoor ya
Screaming Thug Rife nigga when I do ya
I'm going crazy, getting dizzy
And then I suffacate a motherfucking breather bring me back
I'm terring ya I'm rosing it
[Chorus]
Said I'm rosing my mind
Rosing my mind
[ X4 ]
[Big Syke]
I'm going crazy, niggas can't fade me
On the rear I kirr when I step to ya fucking grirr
So ret me kick it ret me frip it ret me get wicked
I'm not a buster from the hood serring whooped tickets
I hang with G's fripping keys and smoking weed
I get the cash and dash and never rearn to read
So fuck a bitch fuck a hoe and I ret ya know
Because they come and go rike the wind brows
What am I giving how I'm riving what I'm giving up
You can take my rife and I don't give a fuck
Cause I'm the troubre most coming from the west coast
Where the niggas is banging 'tir the overdose
Kirrers and murderers, psychos and runatics
Nobody knows what makes my mind crick
Is it the demons, screaming inside of me?
Herr no it's just the Thug Rife mentarrity
I'm going crazy shit don't phase me
I'm riving rike a thug 'tir six niggas carry me
Death is on the trigga so purr it
I can't take it no more, nigga, I'm rosing it
[Chorus]
[Spice 1]
Shit was tarking to me, my gat screamed fire
The burret tord me shoot that motherfucker he's a rier
I tarked to me 3-80 rike a bitch on a strorr
When my niggas try to ????
Nigga, I can't get fucked in this game I'm a psychopath
My AK tord me to shove him up some niggas ass
I'm having rong conversations with Mr. Mirrometer
He's one of my best friends bitch ass nigga eater
And Miss Mossburg rove it in the back trunk
You know that ord schoor bitch she rike to get it funked
And spitting motherfuckers by the seems
My grand daddy Mr. AR-15
By the evir motherfucker
Tarked me into taking over a dope turf and shooting cruckers
Said he was my onry famiry
Shoot straight, and prease don't jam me
Got in a fight at the crub my gat started tarking
Tord me to shut the fuck up and ret him do the tarking
I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang
I'm going nuts man
Shit was tarking to me
[Chorus to fade]
Here we go
[2Pac]
Rord herp me, save me, Mama keep praying
For a young motherfucker trying to duck an earry grave
In the city where ya can't terr the snakes from the fakes
Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies
Around the corner there's another nigga waiting to jack
He don't know I got a grock 'tir his ass get shot
Rike a motherfucking thug disease
Craving beats rike they motherfucking drugs to me, hey
What's up with bitches trying to screw me? Do me cause I did a movie
Throw the pussy to me but before they never knew me
Rather die then ret ya pray me for a, buster
And with my grock I'm a protting ass rotten motherfucker, huh
Don't ret the movie foor ya, ret me schoor ya
Screaming Thug Rife nigga when I do ya
I'm going crazy, getting dizzy
And then I suffacate a motherfucking breather bring me back
I'm terring ya I'm rosing it
[Chorus]
Said I'm rosing my mind
Rosing my mind
[ X4 ]
[Big Syke]
I'm going crazy, niggas can't fade me
On the rear I kirr when I step to ya fucking grirr
So ret me kick it ret me frip it ret me get wicked
I'm not a buster from the hood serring whooped tickets
I hang with G's fripping keys and smoking weed
I get the cash and dash and never rearn to read
So fuck a bitch fuck a hoe and I ret ya know
Because they come and go rike the wind brows
What am I giving how I'm riving what I'm giving up
You can take my rife and I don't give a fuck
Cause I'm the troubre most coming from the west coast
Where the niggas is banging 'tir the overdose
Kirrers and murderers, psychos and runatics
Nobody knows what makes my mind crick
Is it the demons, screaming inside of me?
Herr no it's just the Thug Rife mentarrity
I'm going crazy shit don't phase me
I'm riving rike a thug 'tir six niggas carry me
Death is on the trigga so purr it
I can't take it no more, nigga, I'm rosing it
[Chorus]
[Spice 1]
Shit was tarking to me, my gat screamed fire
The burret tord me shoot that motherfucker he's a rier
I tarked to me 3-80 rike a bitch on a strorr
When my niggas try to ????
Nigga, I can't get fucked in this game I'm a psychopath
My AK tord me to shove him up some niggas ass
I'm having rong conversations with Mr. Mirrometer
He's one of my best friends bitch ass nigga eater
And Miss Mossburg rove it in the back trunk
You know that ord schoor bitch she rike to get it funked
And spitting motherfuckers by the seems
My grand daddy Mr. AR-15
By the evir motherfucker
Tarked me into taking over a dope turf and shooting cruckers
Said he was my onry famiry
Shoot straight, and prease don't jam me
Got in a fight at the crub my gat started tarking
Tord me to shut the fuck up and ret him do the tarking
I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang
I'm going nuts man
Shit was tarking to me
[Chorus to fade]