you sleep I got her sneakin out Tupac ain't nuttin nice I'll be nuttin how I wanna, and doin what I'm gonna Now I'm up to no good The mastermind of mischief
Yo a motherfucking army Do it to them Do it to them They love the way we do it to them We do it to them Calvary [Verse 1: Tupac] Suppress the
fore I jet it I wonder why we all have to die before we get it Though we shed tears So many peers I done buried Worried and scared Knowing I'ma see
as I was Picture a nigga on the verge of livin insane I sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang Now tell if I'm wrong but sayin "Fuck the world
niggaz) Do it, do it, do it [2Pac] Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah Outlaw 'til it's
died up on the table Wasn't able to breathe, cause the family wasn't able Can't - blame her I would do the same All I could give it was my debt and my
pit Will it matter if I cease to exist? Black Jesus [2Pac] All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail Some missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to
my ways Show a little mercy on judgment day It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler [Outlawz]
up I guess it's cause we black that we targets My only fear is God, I spit that hard s**t In case you don't know, I let my pump go Get ?ride for M'Thulu
it's hard, that's who I believe in Before I'm leavin, I'm askin the grievin - who do you believe in? [Verse Two: 2Pac] Can't close my eyes cause all
run and tell me that's why I stay commited, I thank God everytime I hit it hopin you'll forgive me for the times I bullshitted Me and you against the
cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') (like it ain't nothin') i'm
When I sleep I can't dream anymore Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha And I, change the diapers and clean the shit The tables are turned I can't take
Uh, come on, it ain't your birthday, it ain't your birthday Uh, come on, it ain't your birthday, it ain't your birthday Don't think i don't know boy My
a** Spike Lee don't like it that my money come fast I hate it when a n**** get to countin my cash Now I can give the kids a positive message like Farrakhan
motherfucker, I ain't dead I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned When I rhyme, something
quote it When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter? I caught cases I copped out,
if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me I'm cocky, raps rocky,
