Reason to Stay

Lyrics

Mo' murder, mo' murder A body fulla tattoos, battlescars from bullet wounds New clothes, diamond medallions from paid dues Niggas that ride til they rue with the attitude of 'fuck the world' from tryin to kill us everytime we move You're perpetratin to be a killer but I know you're fakers Them jealous cowards killed my nigga 2PAC in Vegas Vague kind of bullets fired, we're ready to die with open eyes I be the last man standin when the smoke dies This world's infested with haters, wannabe players Player hatin a real player cos he's livin major No disrespect to you redneck blood-suckin pigs If a nigga die, just give my cash to my wife and kids But what you thought makes the world go round I got an ese in the East Bay ballin a hundred pounds Push a 600 rag drop E-12 Dump a 100-round clip in ya ass about my mail Chorus: I try to keep my focus, on survivin and money Can't let them niggas smoke us, before we unload them talons Traumatised and hopeless this is how we leave em when they hit us With the guts to die, pullin the trigger til my casket drops *repeat* Them player haters wanna blast me up like they did 'Pac But I don't give a fuck I'm a ride til my casket drop It don't stop until you sucka niggas drippin jelly Pumpin slugs into you motherfuckin pig's belly I'm full of indica weed laced with heroin Call it Kryptonite on the dead, I'mma rip tonight Blast the first motherfucker that steps Up to my ride, not knowin where my weapon is kept I shoot inside their chests, I'mma thug life, I'm crazy Grab my straight razor, make him kiss his babies Fuck ya sucka ass niggas that didn't bust a grape All Eyez on him and didn't retaliate Heard later on the shit it was happenin We woulda chased them suckers down and capped em Give a shout out to Outlaw Immortalz right Look me up cos I'm a rider til my casket drops Chorus Murder, money, power, pistols and warfare Kill all my black folks and the peckerwoods wouldn't care Keep my head up, duckin and dodgin from the state pen Cos fo' sho', ain't no future in goin back again They got to kill me, fill me up with lead Let me, die slowly from my boots to my head As a, big chief I refuse to retreat, I Rip teeth outta eye then dump heat, why The PD reach but catch concrete Never sober, gone off indica and Hennessey Infrared at my dog, paws locked like pig jaws With my gun up, punk, I run up on alla y'all Then I dump, dump dump dump to get the money Now I stunt, Rolex diamond, shinin outta sunny West Coast the spot, servin caine to get the millions Distributin the game, nationwide to get the billions Chorus Look me up cos I'm a ride until my casket drops Chorus Murder, money, power, pistols and warfare Kill all my black folks and the peckerwoods wouldn't care Keep my head up, duckin and dodgin from the state pen Cos fo' sho', ain't no future in goin back again They got to kill me, fill me up with lead Let me, die slowly from my boots to my head As a, big chief I refuse to retreat, I Rip teeth outta eye then dump heat, why The PD reach but catch concrete Never sol-ved, gone off indica and Hennessey Infrared at my dog, paws locked like pig jaws With my gun up, punk, I run up on alla y'all Then I dump, dump dump dump to get the money Now I stole Rolex diamond, shinin outta sunny West Coast the spot, servin caine to get the millions Distributin the game, makes you want to get the billions Chorus