alive My pockets look like there's cracks on me My waist looks like I got the mac on me These hoes on my dick I got that axe on me You a R.N. Regular
make you insane or get your murdered Shorty laying on her back while you blowing trial So don't trust a big butt and smile And shorty laying on her back while you blowing trial
of all that is ours for the taking. No come-hither cooing from our lips escapes; no soft, whispered wherefore-art-thou poetry. Well accent our lives! This trials
: "Mercy, mercy," why didn't we hear it? "Mercy, mercy," why did we read it buried on the last page of our morning papers? The plan was drafted, drafted
one is for you fam [Chorus] If you walking down the streets Or you ridin' wit yo top down Reppin' on the front line A soldier in the background You face the trials
ran like an athlete on the trac beat and the to pack meat on his back like a back seat you can catch me like a taxi on the back street but god chooses
, that we wasn't Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on
while your gone you left your nigga on his own how long we mourn life goes on... [Chorus repeats to end] [sung overtop repeating chorus] Life goes on homie gone on
you said to Vibe about me bein a thug You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want But you and I know what's going on Payback, I knew you bitch
: Guess who's back? [2Pac] Drop the drums, here it comes, only got two minutes to bounce, and every second counts Better press, wreck on your tech,
hospitable I put you in a hospital, that's how I get at you Let the doc op on you, he don't rid you? You back on the streets? I send another hit at you
Six double O drop I'll put two in your knot And stick around and get every motherfucking thing you've got Here I stand on the alley on godrule Same
you turn on your smile Get lost in the images of airwaves running wild Oh forgotten child, explore for awhile The pictures that place reality on trial
know that my trial has gone Christ i know that my trial goes on and on Yet i know that my trial goes on again Yes i know that my trial goes on and on
Side Like An Entray Before Imma Give You Diamonds Like Kanye Nuttin Less Then 3000 Like Andre And When I Come Home Sick You Always Stay Up With The Light On
face of this final trial watch her crumble so true as mayhem cuts her down let them have our treasure, her voice lives on let them take our city for
faints falling, your trial and my corrections made. You have all the prayers of my loose heart. You have all the prayers of . No I was not there on
: Like an ancient day and I'm on trial Let them seize the way, this once was an island And I could not stay for I believed them Left for the lights always