HOstile Colab, Introducing T.P.H. Newest Hostile Homie
T.P.H
Shots couldnt stop biggie but he dead his mums smile turned to a frown
Death of the dynasty forced me ta go and ride the throne
People hatin on east crips, but dogs the ghettos my home
Keep lethal Gangstas on ma side, got ma mac 10 full chromed
Po Po constantely findin' new ways ta hunt and shit
Asking how we afford the cadillac, with the ultra sports kit
YDOn't have to answer, not required by street law
But i'm the last of a dying kind, now theres snitches galore
But understand, i'm not being gangsta by writing this rhyme
Just noting the problems in the street-one at a time
Youth being forced ta choke
Youngsters gettin hands on coke
This is just the life in streets
Deaths everyday, in all these heats
Pakaveli:
Pac took five but lived, now he gone
Day of his death, all the west did mourn
Street crawlers and G's listen to lyrics from his song
While i sat back, withheld police attack, with me eyes blurry
Pac we knew ya had ta go, but dog what was the hurry
Now i wsa forced ta go up and ryde
Thinkin bout ma girlfried
Doing criminal activities like bonny and clyde
I have ta watch the police, they got there eyes on me
Some how in ma destiny, it says i have ta strife in thug mentality
But i'm not being gangster, nah talkin will just waste ma time
Try and keep a low key, live slowly one day at a time
Youth being forced ta choke
Youngsters gettin hands on coke
This is just the life in streets
Deaths everyday, in all these heats
Yea, dogs reckon that only music felt the void of pac and big, we on the streets lost a whole dynasty
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