they're good on some and absolutely
on others.
i always liked fatal. here's one of his best verses 1:22
When it's on, I'm poppin' off every chance I get
Out the window on some uptown anthem shyt
I'm stressin' but ain't no pressure here, I been there before
Fugitive, task force, at my girlfriend door
Now they checkin' our my bedroom, I ain't there
40 Cals, extended clips, still, I ain't scared
Outlaw, and best believe they won't take me alive
I'm different and I'mma prove it if it take me to die
Knew that God had a plan for me
But he won't be layin' up in my casket or doin life in the can for me
Maybe I'm breezy, more paranoid than a bytch
Me dyin? You think I'd let them see the joy from that shyt?
Walking dead, angels spend they last days by me
New Jersey giant like Dave Tyree
Young George and Jonathan Jatt, your guns clap
Mine'll go brraaatt, soldier like Geronimo Pratt
And come through cockin' the black pound
When they put twin towers up, Pac, I'm knocking them back down
Poster child cheque, Air Force Ones with the crooked dial checks
I'm supposed to wild sex
Money and murder, is all I breathe in my life
It's full of judges and chasin' enemies in the night
Through the Henny I see the eyes of the devil
G ridin' with extra boxes of bullets to the nine and the shell
no pun intended.
for Pacs weed carriers, brehs 
