Traveling with my family No hope, no country Seeking freedom, across all states New life to rise into society Loosing my name and my identity No,
to my last brat I let my nuts hang, I'm bout money and the power Thinkin again 'cause my plan went sour That's cold, man that's cold My plan went sour
You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown That's why them little niggas in the projects love me You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my
year It appears that I've been marked for death My heartless breath The underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed And no rest, forever weary My
in the womb while screamin on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop From a single drop, this is what they got Not to disrespect my peoples but my
my Black JesuS traps [Storm] Who's got the heart to stand beside me? I feel my enemies creepin up in silence Dark prayer, scream violence - demons all
know my style quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child try to put me in the courts But my force was wild Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style
the game Me against the world baby Verse One: 2Pac Can you picture my prophecy? Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me The projects is full of
settle for less but I need more on my plate Eatin' good, family good Okay, 'til that day, I'm-a get up and move, move Show my babies how the thug do,
The game is over [repeat] [Michelle:] Ooh my man my man He does whatever it takes to satisfy me This man this man He knows me inside out My wants and my
in the most flyest and stylish rapture, My signature next to Christopher Wallace, get it honest, My first album through to him, that was my biggest project
and mountains Flowers and forest fountains Home along the lanes of the skyway For this dark and lonely room Projects a shadow cast in gloom And my eyes
light would warm my icy hands. Any kin or family just an echo in my mind. Silence loudens tribulations that I left behind. Just then a beam of light projects
it.. [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] I'ma tell ya motherfuckers something, my struggle is real Threw ketchup on my rice, cause there was no meat with the meal My
That's Stapleton All, all, all in together now We getting fresh getting right for the weather now And if we fall in the game, yo that's never now Come to my projects
together now We gettin fresh gettin right for the weather now And if we fall in the game, yo that's never now Come to my projects and well air you out
my withering hacks Mash up your face with my gauntleted smacks Now bring me dead babies let their be no lack I got a bunch of them here in my sack
