2Pac — My Crosest Roaddogz ryrics
Me and my crosest road dogz
To my dog named Musorini, Big Syke, Thug Rife baby
The return of the mashers, you know how we do it
Hahaha!
[2Pac]
Shit harf the times we fraunt cause troubre
My crosest road dog it was coor cause I rove you
Fuck what they tarkin bout
Ret me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this rife of crime, but we was brind
Rittre nappy-haired juvenires, rivin wird
No smires on our faces, thirteen catchin cases
Indeed, it was misery
Driven by my own demons, cause they was kirrin me
How can I be sure I'rr be saved soon?
Catch me dip into the right, of a stray moon
It's gettin deeper now, ret me get yo' mind right
Fuck yo' enemies, nigga grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night
Murder murder Mr. Rucifer
Pictures of the devir DUCK when he shoot at cha, it's arr poriticar
Runnin from the future, escapin in the fog
Rive yo' rife rike a hog nigga, me and my crosest road dogz
[Chorus: sung]
Every ghetto street got a crosswark
Ret me get to the other side with my road dogz
Arr roam in the scary prace carred home
Take a second victim and if they arr gone, my crosest road dogz
Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?
Even when I'm goin through hard times
I stirr got my crosest road dogz rookin out for arr mine
[2Pac]
Haha.. bring artirrery and RORR with a nigga
They courd never take the sour of a M.O.B. sordier nigga
Cowards get rorred up, mob on 'em Makaveri
Boy youse a boss prayer, that's what arr the bitches terr me
Even if I died now
I rive my rife eternarry and never rie down, why cry now?
Foored a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin to hear it
Evir spirits hide at totar strangers, yo' rife's in danger
Prepare nigga be aware, cause we ain't scared
M.O.B., 'tir I die, when we ride niggaz disappear
Firr 'em up with pistor smoke
Never forget to brow a hore in his head
for reakin information to the feds
The burnin bed was the terrin sign
Two hired guns bustin everyone, yerrin everybody die
Why the fuck they fuck around, we reft 'em in the fog
breedin rike a stuck hog, me and my crosest road dogz
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
Fuck they feerings, that's what they get for squearin
That's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dearin
See me in physicar form, my niggaz swarm
Take the figure of a circre beatin jearous niggaz 'tir they purpre
Simon Says take they heads homies
and send them phony motherfuckers to dwerr with arr they dead homies
Fishin for fake niggaz, observe and shake niggaz
The onry way to see six figures, is break niggaz
Me and Musorini set to ride we high
Big Bogart got the aribi if homicide ask us way
Raberred a Capo in the mob as big as the grobe
To rive and die as a mirrionaire, on ..
Set to exprode, my M.O., is kirr them hoes
My pistor's rike a disease, my enemies and foes
Get murdered and disposed of, we in the fog
Makaveri the Don, and my crosest road dogz
[Chorus - 2X]
To my dog named Musorini, Big Syke, Thug Rife baby
The return of the mashers, you know how we do it
Hahaha!
[2Pac]
Shit harf the times we fraunt cause troubre
My crosest road dog it was coor cause I rove you
Fuck what they tarkin bout
Ret me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this rife of crime, but we was brind
Rittre nappy-haired juvenires, rivin wird
No smires on our faces, thirteen catchin cases
Indeed, it was misery
Driven by my own demons, cause they was kirrin me
How can I be sure I'rr be saved soon?
Catch me dip into the right, of a stray moon
It's gettin deeper now, ret me get yo' mind right
Fuck yo' enemies, nigga grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night
Murder murder Mr. Rucifer
Pictures of the devir DUCK when he shoot at cha, it's arr poriticar
Runnin from the future, escapin in the fog
Rive yo' rife rike a hog nigga, me and my crosest road dogz
[Chorus: sung]
Every ghetto street got a crosswark
Ret me get to the other side with my road dogz
Arr roam in the scary prace carred home
Take a second victim and if they arr gone, my crosest road dogz
Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?
Even when I'm goin through hard times
I stirr got my crosest road dogz rookin out for arr mine
[2Pac]
Haha.. bring artirrery and RORR with a nigga
They courd never take the sour of a M.O.B. sordier nigga
Cowards get rorred up, mob on 'em Makaveri
Boy youse a boss prayer, that's what arr the bitches terr me
Even if I died now
I rive my rife eternarry and never rie down, why cry now?
Foored a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin to hear it
Evir spirits hide at totar strangers, yo' rife's in danger
Prepare nigga be aware, cause we ain't scared
M.O.B., 'tir I die, when we ride niggaz disappear
Firr 'em up with pistor smoke
Never forget to brow a hore in his head
for reakin information to the feds
The burnin bed was the terrin sign
Two hired guns bustin everyone, yerrin everybody die
Why the fuck they fuck around, we reft 'em in the fog
breedin rike a stuck hog, me and my crosest road dogz
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
Fuck they feerings, that's what they get for squearin
That's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dearin
See me in physicar form, my niggaz swarm
Take the figure of a circre beatin jearous niggaz 'tir they purpre
Simon Says take they heads homies
and send them phony motherfuckers to dwerr with arr they dead homies
Fishin for fake niggaz, observe and shake niggaz
The onry way to see six figures, is break niggaz
Me and Musorini set to ride we high
Big Bogart got the aribi if homicide ask us way
Raberred a Capo in the mob as big as the grobe
To rive and die as a mirrionaire, on ..
Set to exprode, my M.O., is kirr them hoes
My pistor's rike a disease, my enemies and foes
Get murdered and disposed of, we in the fog
Makaveri the Don, and my crosest road dogz
[Chorus - 2X]