
Pac (Prod. By Ninety8)
Can't get caught like at he light like I'm Pac
Ima make it and pop from my block 
While ya hatin I climb to the top 
Dedication it made me a knot 
Dedication it made me a lot 
Of them faces I get to the gwap 
Ya be patient like time gonna stop 
I be racin like time on the clock 
And this flexin a must 
Only the best in my blunt
Only the tech in my cup 
Bitch I was stuck 
Ain't have the rent for the month 
Gone by the end of the month 
Shit getting tough 
I'll never fold
Niggas be tough 
Till we expose 
I'm on the road 
A mill on my dome
Gang on my soul 
I Came from noodles they ramen 
Now my angel hairs got butter and garlic
Every other day I make a deposit 
Niggas sick well then I'm makin em vomit 
Hit a lick now I'm thinking about 
Hit his bitch and now he bitchin about it 
Pick a side there ain't no switching around it 
Do the crime there ain't no snitching about 
Wait 
Solid my gang 
14k solid my chain 
I hadda Prada my bae 
Mill on my brain 
I ain't have snot to my name 
Now I got knots in my safe 
I need the cake 
I'm Jenny Craig wit the weight 
Bring me the check like a date 
Yo diamonds they fake 
I'm throwing cash get a rake 
Dunk on yo hoe like I'm Blake 
Ima get it ain't need ya permission 
All these blues do they thought I was crippin
Like a nugget in sauce I Be drippin 
Say I owe you you better come get it 
Say I owe you you better forget it 
Like a baller I stay on my pivot 
Like a teller I stay countin digits 
Say I owe you you better come get it 
Say I owe you you better forget it 
Ima get it ain't need ya permission 
All these blues do they thought I was crippin
Say I owe you you better come get it 
Say I owe you you better forget it 
Say I owe you you better forget it 
Say I owe you you better forget it 
I was just in the bando wit Brook
Now I'm putting your name in a hook 
I never cared what these suckas was doing 
I'm lookin like I hit a jux
I was just in the bando wit Brook
Now I'm putting your name in a hook 
I never cared what these suckas was doing 
I'm lookin like I hit a jux
They want that pain ima give it to em 
Stuck in the rain but I'm getting through it 
Sold that cocaine but I never used it 
Ran for the train I ain't have the Buick 
Ran for the train I ain't have the foreigns 
I was still trappin when you was touring 
But I'm wit the gang and we fell the moment 
That's why his bae tryna sit up on it 
I never seen me as regular 
They wanted ounces But I wanted 10 of em 
In them houses where mouses aint scared of us 
On the couch like I must get my cheeder up 
My bro going back for some dummy shit 
Caught w a dirty and caught w another zip 
I get money and flip it and tumble it 
And I Kno ya lil hoe by her government 
Situations get sloppy that's part of life 
Treat the trap like you treating ya 9 to 5 
Matter fact even better I'm overtime
You a bitch and we seeing the hoe inside 
I walk in smoking cookie like Santa 
Get the pack n that trap go bananas 
And my circle be small like a cancer 
Never put on no act for no camera 
And I gotta get momma that crib soon 
Gotta put me some ice in her ears too 
Gotta make sure that rover her vehicle
If u Kno u my bro I ain't leaving u 
Me and these boys cannot coexist 
We see ya bluff like a poker trick 
If u ain't gone blow why you showing it 
And this way too much gwap to be folding it 
Ima get it ain't need ya permission 
All these blues do they thought I was crippin
Like a nugget in sauce I Be drippin 
Say I owe you you better come get it 
Say I owe you you better forget it 
Like a baller I stay on my pivot 
Like a teller I stay countin digits 
Say I owe you you better come get it 
Say I owe you you better forget it 
Ima get it ain't need ya permission 
All these blues do they thought I was crippin
Say I owe you you better come get it 
Say I owe you you better forget it 
Say I owe you you better forget it 
Say I owe you you better forget it 
I was just in the bando wit Brook
Now I'm putting your name in a hook 
I never cared what these suckas was doing 
I'm lookin like I hit a jux
I was just in the bando wit Brook
Now I'm putting your name in a hook 
I never cared what these suckas was doing 
I'm lookin like I hit a jux
Autor(es): Jay Cino








