ARTIST(s):        2Pac
SONG TITLE:     My Closest Roaddogz
ALBUM:              Until The End Of Time
BY:                      2pacWorld.co.uk




Me and my closest road dogz 
To my dog named Musolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby 
The return of the mashers, you know how we do it 
Hahaha! 

[2Pac] 
Shit half the times we flaunt cause trouble 
My closest road dog it was cool cause I love you 
Fuck what they talkin bout 
Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine 
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind 
Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin wild 
No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin cases 
Indeed, it was misery 
Driven by my own demons, cause they was killin me 
How can I be sure I'll be saved soon? 
Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon 
It's gettin deeper now, let me get yo' mind right 
Fuck yo' enemies, nigga grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night 
Murder murder Mr. Lucifer 
Pictures of the devil DUCK when he shoot at cha, it's all political 
Runnin from the future, escapin in the fog 
Live yo' life like a hog nigga, me and my closest road dogz 

[Chorus: sung] 
Every ghetto street got a crosswalk 
Let me get to the other side with my road dogz 
All roam in the scary place called home 
Take a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz 
Every ghetto street got a stop sign 
Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine? 
Even when I'm goin through hard times 
I still got my closest road dogz lookin out for all mine 

[2Pac] 
Haha.. bring artillery and ROLL with a nigga 
They could never take the soul of a M.O.B. soldier nigga 
Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em Makaveli 
Boy youse a boss player, that's what all the bitches tell me 
Even if I died now 
I live my life eternally and never lie down, why cry now? 
Fooled a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin to hear it 
Evil spirits hide at total strangers, yo' life's in danger 
Prepare nigga be aware, cause we ain't scared 
M.O.B., 'til I die, when we ride niggaz disappear 
Fill 'em up with pistol smoke 
Never forget to blow a hole in his head 
for leakin information to the feds 
The burnin bed was the tellin sign 
Two hired guns bustin everyone, yellin everybody die 
Why the fuck they fuck around, we left 'em in the fog 
bleedin like a stuck hog, me and my closest road dogz 

[Chorus] 

[2Pac] 
Fuck they feelings, that's what they get for squealin 
That's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dealin 
See me in physical form, my niggaz swarm 
Take the figure of a circle beatin jealous niggaz 'til they purple 
Simon Says take they heads homies 
and send them phony motherfuckers to dwell with all they dead homies 
Fishin for fake niggaz, observe and shake niggaz 
The only way to see six figures, is break niggaz 
Me and Musolini set to ride we high 
Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way 
Labelled a Capo in the mob as big as the globe 
To live and die as a millionaire, on .. 
Set to explode, my M.O., is kill them hoes 
My pistol's like a disease, my enemies and foes 
Get murdered and disposed of, we in the fog 
Makaveli the Don, and my closest road dogz 

[Chorus] - 2X   


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