Lyrics
Living on the track tryin to make that mail, 9 millimeters became essential
92 really wasn t shit to me, slangin this dope through a microphone Mac, talking some shit about a minimum wage
money reigns supreme
never woulda thought he d be a ruthless villain
yeah though getting crazy i wonder what happens in 93
If i wasn t rappin, in the fresno jail, mac dre 93 i hope it gets better in 93
Everywhere i go it s the same old thing, but for most young brothers it ain t that easy Mac, yeah though 93 i wonder what happens in 93
9 millimeters became essential, jail cells packed to full capacity Mac, mac dre 93 i hope it gets better in 93
i wonder what happens in 93
But for most young brothers it ain t that easy, slangin this dope through a microphone, 92 really wasn t shit to me
Often common reality, but kids keep dying from ruthless crimes
straight stackin
How many brothers will ride in a hearse, yeah though getting crazy i wonder what happens in 93
2 mac muthafuckin dre, cause a muthafucka just wanna live life right Dre, mama s little boy is now a stranger
Never woulda thought he d be a ruthless villain, living on the track tryin to make that mail
Can t get a job cause the boss is prejudiced, talking some shit about a minimum wage
92 really wasn t shit to me, getting crazy crestside
murder rate is up but still don t give a fuck
You know yeah though, but kids keep dying from ruthless crimes
Young and black, i d be cuttin down ounces, 92 really wasn t shit to me
It s all about stacks and making a fast buck, yeah though 93 what s gonna happen in 93 Dre, brothers gotta get their game tight
92 really wasn t shit to me, i m finna get paid Dre, 2 mac muthafuckin dre
But i ll be free in 93, but i got a little something for that
I thought you knew, it s all about stacks and making a fast buck, it just ain t right though
That s the way it is, often common reality, often common reality
Gotta stack a big bank cause you want a big thing, young and black
i m finna get paid
Gotta stack a big bank cause you want a big thing, muthafuckas have no time to fight '93, yeah though 93 i wonder what happens in 93
I thought you knew, shoot em up quick sideways to the next light
Thinking that shit is all fun and cool, can t get a job cause the boss is prejudiced
Times are rough, gotta stack a big bank cause you want a big thing '93, slangin this dope through a microphone
i m finna get paid
you know yeah though
Much love i ll work on that i ll work on that, do you wanna come up in 93
Brothers ain t jacking every day and every night, often common reality, times are rough
and life is sleazy
punk police keep steady harassing me
that s the way it is
92 really wasn t shit to me
Sons and mamas died, i wonder what happens in 93, it ain t no joke
and never would i ever leave the mic alone
That s the way it is, babies having babies addicted to blow, and all he knows
Brothers sold rock on the block they slayed hard, but kids keep dying from ruthless crimes, jail cells packed to full capacity
money reigns supreme
Young and black, everywhere i go it s the same old thing
and never would i ever leave the mic alone
And the beat don t stop beat don t stop, do you wanna come up in 93 '93, young black brothas try to chase that dream
It ain t no joke, yeah though 93 i wonder what happens in 93, i m finna get paid
And learning how to use them was fundamental, money reigns supreme, it just ain t right though
Gotta stack a big bank cause you want a big thing, killing muthafuckas
Brothers gettin smoked, i hope it gets better in 93
cops getting away with police brutality
Cops getting away with police brutality, will things get worse Mac, straight robbin and stealin
yeah though getting crazy i wonder what happens in 93
what would probably happen
And never would i ever leave the mic alone, no one excited though
Mayne young brother, times are rough '93, killing muthafuckas
I m finna get paid, i thought you knew, thinking that shit is all fun and cool
