goddamn point of trying To do anything at all You tell me Things'll be better tomorrow I have my fucking doubts, oh yeah But I'm gonna try, I'm gonna try
: [Pac: talking] Fuck all these motherfucker's talking all this old bullshit Like niggas just gonna accept that old trash ass shit We ain't having none
window peek stare And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin' And yer jackhammer falls
wicked mobster (... ?... ?...) you pray to God. Do whatever, we get the hustle on in the Spring, Fall! In Summer and the Winter months, we gonna praise
gonna be alright) Everything's gonna be alright (it's gon' be alright) Everything's gonna be alright now (it's gonna be alright) Everything's gonna be
Intro) Equal rights and justice for all Rise and never fall Tell dem sey... Boom! What dey gonna do, when nuff a dem nuh true Say what they gonna
me sick to my brain Fuck you, Fuck you Fuck you....[x6]...all All you fuckin' bastards Try to make me sick Every fuckin' chance you can You try to make me fall
really you success? I know you're close... But I haven't seen you in so fucking long man, you know I'm a find you though, I'm gonna find you Yeah, success
best This the remix The I'm so hood remix I'm making more I'm so Hood Remix I where my pants below my waist (we always gonna be the best) And I never
: [studio demo version of the song "you not me" from 1997, recorded ] [during the making of the album falling into infinity. available ] [on the cd single
his uniform Leave him with?f his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn Y?fall niggas?f intellect mad slow, y?fall
a win this race, and i'm a come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch I found my neck, you gonna hear my voice, till you sick of it you aint gonna
're gon' probably crawl And you'll be, sick then and you'll probably barf And my pre-diction is you're gon' probably fall either somewhere in the lobby
need something to do It's kinda hard try'nna look beyond buildings and bricks We can't condone broken homes, when our children is sick Try'nna survive
and hope don't float when it's chokin' on its last word. Which one would you use to describe this, sick of fightin' everyone around me for silence, sick
I'm not as friendly as I look and I'm not as funny as I look either (laughter). Well let's get started. We're gonna start where Mr. Johnson left off
Sounds like a bell, sounds like an electric chair Next thing I know walking in the crowded hall So many different faces that I throw up on the wall Some are yelling "sick
Money] You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick Picture me fallin off, I'm camera shy
