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.