we kill or be killed Fuck doin' drive-bys man we do a pull up The nigga on the passenger side automatically die From several gunshot wounds to the head On the scene he dead Chopper City
St. T, We mash on the gas, Hangin' out the window, hit the heat Apply pressure to yo head nigga, And little bullets take red from yo head nigga, Should
Times Square Building To record at an eight floor studio With another rapper But in the line Shakur was shot several times Including two graze wounds to the head
: I cross the green mountain I sit by the stream Heaven blazing in my head I, I dreamt a monstrous dream Something came up Out of the sea Swept through
: Angels in the heaven demons on the ground My head is spinning somewhere in between Homes that look like mansions Not so far away from the cardboard
have knocked me off my feet again got me feeling like I'm nothing You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard, calling me out when I'm wounded You
changed nigger [Lloyd Banks] The media will test ya, popularity is pressure Porche Panamera platinum hammer through the metal wreck the booth up, I'm too tough that inner city
done been through every hood, dead niggas gone rap In the heart of a victim murda is monumental I don't complicate shit, yeah I keep it simple My bullet wounds
tell the tune left ya non-taxin' mostly caine brought up Got sold on my block most the nights I slept got awoke by shots The inner city I could care
artillery A black blind governor, a rich white mayor Man, this whole city ain't got a prayer Bobby has invaded, now the whole town's slated Your decapitated head
it? Will he survive? Terror in his eyes Night the city cries Payback is crime He damn near died Banished my wounds not mine The city cries, drama ride
face Give me the mic and I'ma mangle it, tangle it Definitely the people see that I got the hang of it Pig you gotta try to make a mockery of a city
Chuck to the flo as I head Westward with yo ho It's Mack 1-0 so fuck what she say I put it down the G way, I'm gettin' head on the freeway Irresistible
I'll box your fuckin' head off, who gon' knock the kid off? None of y'all which one of y'all come try me I'll body little homeboy silence that sound boy
Tonight we focus on the city of Vallejo in the state of California Where five black men were found dead at the water front From various gunshot wounds
m blessed like the seed who sucked the milk from Mahalia You wishin' Shaolin Island could be swallowed up by the sea Gobbled up, like the lost city of
want me to stop 'Coz I'm so heavy influenced by the things that I watch It ain't just 'Pulp Fiction' and 'Reservoir Dogs' It's irreversible, there's my 'City
No earthly will may halt the spill Of blood from wounds and tears from grieving eyes And the black cock crows And a dead wind blows Below me burn the city
