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[Intro] I was out on the street, Just a tryin' to survive [2Pac] How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin Thinkin niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin G's They after a playa but I won't let em capture me I gotta thank the lord for the weed and a nicotene I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked things (demons) I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger Rollin down tha four-five beware of stangers Hand on my 45(mm) that's what the fame does I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it till I'm gone From out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers roam Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me Before the penitentiary Let's get it on! [Chorus] I kept the right ones out And let the wrong ones in Letras de cancionesHad an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins.[2x] [Notorious B.I.G.] Niggaz now who's the mind blower, the weed grower Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower B.I.G. top notch with the glock check your pockets And your sock it's just the way my pops taught me When you throw the drop check em throughly The bastard might spin around and try to bury me And dead niggaz don't make no moves When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no moves aight Reminiscin on my swingin days When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci suits Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown Mac-11 cocked back niggaz better duck down Face down you know the routine the cream Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring Let's get it on! [Chorus] I kept the right ones out And let the wrong ones in Had an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins.[2x] From Letras Mania