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