had us I grab the Tec and started buckin' back Cuz I'd rather take half the force out before they pump a slug in Mac The head shot took me under I fell on my back
catch, I auto matic wet ya bitch [Bullet] It's that nigga off the block, call me the hood mack Disguised in red bandana strapped wit the chrome and black
say the club is a death trap (why) cause niggas be beefin And they be thinkin its cool so they be right where they be left at Wonder why I dress black
is scary, how black on black crime legendary But at times unnecessary I'm gettin' worried Teardrops and closed caskets The three strikes law is drastic And certain death
cha I control mine [echo] Time to take you back into time Follow this here One way out This black hole For this black soul Shit is outta control
: [DJ Quik] Hey Pac, it's yo boy Hey man so far I've been listening to your album and I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beady
Casualties in ma*s amounts, brothers keep countin f**k the friendships, I ride alone Destination Death Row, finally found a home Plus all my homies wanna die, call
right? [4Tay] That's real [2Pac] Hahahahahaha [4Tay] Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin? [2Pac] Man, look here man My only fear of death is comin back
: [Tupac Talking] They cuttin off welfare Think they crime is risin' now You got whites killin blacks Cops killin blacks And blacks killin blacks Shit
men Wish death upon me Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause
in my high top (Woo) Face burgundy red, in need of a eye drop (uh huh) I had the black Delta Force, blue in the front Back when Jordan was flyin', and
Black man n da office you know dey gon flip Like anna mae hand me my rifle start da go da shit, But bill o'riely call me uh pinhead 4 sayin dat shit
huh) Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon) Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso (used to call me fatso) Now you call me
- Our lifestyles be close captioned addicted to fatal attractions Pictures of actions be played back in the midst of mashin' No fairy tales for this young black
me to fuck him from the back but Smalls don't get down like that Got your father hidin in a room; fucked him with the broom Slit him down the back and
boots and shoes You can hang back or fight your best on the frontline Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues Well, I'm sailin' on back, ready
s time to jack Called RIP and Stratejacket Number One Assassin is fully strapped We belled through hell in khakis, locs, and black skully caps So satan called
death, death, death Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get shot Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? ... to death, death
