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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Pac
2Pac
Vocals
Cornelius Mims
Cornelius Mims
Bass
Greg Dalton
Greg Dalton
Guitar
Ronnie King
Ronnie King
Keyboards
Shiro Stokes
Shiro Stokes
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
2Pac
2Pac
Songwriter
Johnny J.
Johnny J.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Greg Edenfield
Greg Edenfield
Assistant Engineer
I. Boxill
I. Boxill
Mixing Engineer
Jeff Burns
Jeff Burns
Assistant Engineer
Johnny J.
Johnny J.
Producer

Lyrics

Me and my closest road dogz To my dog named Mussolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby The return of the mashers, you know how we do it Ha ha ha! Shit half the times we flaunt cause trouble My closest road dog it was cool 'cause I love you Fuck 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 Fuck yo' enemies, nigga grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night Murda murda Mr. Lucifer Pictures of the devil duck when he shoot at cha Runnin' from the future, escapin' in the fog Live yo' life like a hog nigga, 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 trust 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 nigga They could never take the soul of a M.O.B. soldier nigga Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em Makaveli Boy use a Boss player, that's what all the bitches 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 nigga 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 fuck they fuck 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 trust 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 Fuck they feelings, that's what they get for squealin' That's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug 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 motherfuckers 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 trust 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 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 trust 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
Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Johnny Lee Jackson, Tyruss Gerald Himes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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