To all the motherfucker's speaking down on me this is the night Why's everybody caught up In Pac's life? To all y'all niggas Conversating on my life Mind
' with every breath I pray to God that the woman that I left at home All alone Ain't nothin' like tryin' to bone Over the phone In my mind I can see her
ass bitches ask why? 2pac Game? Thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on makin' money, But you stuck on these fake bitches And jealous muthafuckas
it ain't healthy Am I paranoid? - Tell me the truth I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot Ran out of endo and my mind can't take the stress, I
yet With each breathe Steps I take Breathless Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish? Cigar ashes Coaster Crystal glasses We mash on them jealous
How can I be sure I'll be saved soon? Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon It's gettin deeper now, let me get yo' mind right Fuck yo' enemies
: "Alright now, here we go" Verse One: 2Pac Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers
to spin it Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me Niggaz gettin jealous (jealous)
So disappointed cause baby that shit was so phony It's not for me, you see no lovin from my closest homies Woulda paid you no mind, but baby you was
careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with Cause the shit get wild y'all Keep your mind on your riches, Baby Keep your mind on your
nuttin to a G (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle!!) 1 - [2Pac *speaking over background*] Now you know how we do it like a G What really go on in the mind
: [2Pac] A military mind nigga A military mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know [Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2
me come swoop you up. [girl] You know I got a man. [2Pac] I know you got a man but he ain't gon' if I take you out. [girl] Of course he gon' mind. [
shit, keepin it real nigga or what? [RahRah] Keepin it real! [Tupac] How old are you nigga? [RahRah] I'm eleven [Tupac] Cause all I see is, murder murder, my mind
fuck wit Tupac and pop goes the weisel. Me and Threat made a bet on how many fellas Would jack a motha fuckin real nigga cuz they jealous. They do it
still runnin' from the police (Put them motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all) [Dramacydal] I ain't got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some
you're like (Oh Em) And where is D12 at, they're like (We over here) And where the fuck we goin, well like (No where) [Verse 2: Eminem] Jealous little
time One day, one day, one day One day at a time One day, one day, one day One day at a time I am not the jealous heart But you stole my heart baby