you people wont feel this...but fuck it...
"this is the realest shit i ever wrote" -2pac
wow...imagine ME quoting 2pac...somethin aint right...
Hook:
i really hate to see it...cause weve done so much/
elevated minds to the soul...'sho nuff/
go ahead smoke that blunt dog...roll up/
it just aint time...for e-m-c to blow up/
i really hate to see it...cause weve done so much/
elevated minds to the soul...'sho nuff/
go ahead smoke that blunt dog...roll up/
it just aint time...for e-m-c to blow up/
Verse:
it feels like now...its about that time again/
where we part and do our own thing with the rhymes again/
i tried and tried to shoot you calls round the holidays/
but it seems to me...that alot of days...is the holidays/
cause i dont get calls...i dont even get calls back/
i swore up down...with my soul we wouldnt fall back/
cuz ya see we crawled back...hauled ass...all that/
you even gave ya hand when i first got my balls back/
and thats real...aint no choices involved/
helped me get back...you was there through it all/
held me back a few times...from gettin in the brawls/
and gave ya words of wisdom bout the stupid ass broads/
who woulda thought...we could rock like this/
write hits hype shit...drop a tight disc/
and all of sudden just go our seperate ways/
its elevated minds to the end of my days/
Hook:
i really hate to see it...cause weve done so much/
elevated minds to the soul...'sho nuff/
go ahead smoke that blunt dog...roll up/
it just aint time...for e-m-c to blow up/
i really hate to see it...cause weve done so much/
elevated minds to the soul...'sho nuff/
go ahead smoke that blunt dog...roll up/
it just aint time...for e-m-c to blow up/
Outro:
it hurts so fuckin bad kevin...i know you feel it/
couldnt come down to see ya flick dogg on some real shit/
i couldnt loose crib...or loose my whip/
cuz i done lost my girl i was new to this/
had hooch for this...that blew the dick/
she done fucked my money up kid...useless bitch/
but i cant blame that stupid bitch/
i blame my own self...for gettin used again/
you think you know...but you have no fucking idea
wow...imagine ME quoting 2pac...somethin aint right...
Hook:
i really hate to see it...cause weve done so much/
elevated minds to the soul...'sho nuff/
go ahead smoke that blunt dog...roll up/
it just aint time...for e-m-c to blow up/
i really hate to see it...cause weve done so much/
elevated minds to the soul...'sho nuff/
go ahead smoke that blunt dog...roll up/
it just aint time...for e-m-c to blow up/
Verse:
it feels like now...its about that time again/
where we part and do our own thing with the rhymes again/
i tried and tried to shoot you calls round the holidays/
but it seems to me...that alot of days...is the holidays/
cause i dont get calls...i dont even get calls back/
i swore up down...with my soul we wouldnt fall back/
cuz ya see we crawled back...hauled ass...all that/
you even gave ya hand when i first got my balls back/
and thats real...aint no choices involved/
helped me get back...you was there through it all/
held me back a few times...from gettin in the brawls/
and gave ya words of wisdom bout the stupid ass broads/
who woulda thought...we could rock like this/
write hits hype shit...drop a tight disc/
and all of sudden just go our seperate ways/
its elevated minds to the end of my days/
Hook:
i really hate to see it...cause weve done so much/
elevated minds to the soul...'sho nuff/
go ahead smoke that blunt dog...roll up/
it just aint time...for e-m-c to blow up/
i really hate to see it...cause weve done so much/
elevated minds to the soul...'sho nuff/
go ahead smoke that blunt dog...roll up/
it just aint time...for e-m-c to blow up/
Outro:
it hurts so fuckin bad kevin...i know you feel it/
couldnt come down to see ya flick dogg on some real shit/
i couldnt loose crib...or loose my whip/
cuz i done lost my girl i was new to this/
had hooch for this...that blew the dick/
she done fucked my money up kid...useless bitch/
but i cant blame that stupid bitch/
i blame my own self...for gettin used again/
you think you know...but you have no fucking idea