know for sure To understand Everything changes Oh, oh So let's stop playing strangers Turn away, don't turn away No shame, no shame It's no shame, no shame
Übersetzung: Real Life. No Shame.
Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do Now what's next Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do Now what's next Caught up in the middle My life's a
'Pac y'all (Chorus: Ashanti) Pac's life (Everybody need's to chill) Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life (It's Tupac the king) What do you know about Pac's life
we still real brothers The struggle is real Nothing can steal What we build And that remains the same 'Till that day we killed And that's real Life
Life nigga? Them Thug Life niggaz be the craziest -- run up nigga!) [2Pac] There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame Niggaz die from my hollow
can you recognize a nigga representin Doin twenty to life in San Quentin Gettin calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain't nuttin nice Yo 'Pac, do something righteous witcha life
made tha switch, retired from the life that neva gave me shit, but cash that i couldn't spend, countless cars and adict fo a wife, tmy life as a ghetto
holding back so long Thinking what I feel is wrong Can't believe I feel in love With such a friend of mine You are everything to me It's a shame I couldn
't stop me, Ramp yo, I'm kinda cocky I'll break your fucking ribs like I'm playing ice hockey Bigger than life, extort the game, critically acclaimed
can go To romp in fields of television snow & find happy ending's wherte life is but a Show Little tv child the real worlds a sham So don't you cry because
My God! When life becomes more real than children's games, or we've become too old to play them, We'll grow old gracefully, we'll hide our shame. but
insane Life's too short to share bad tunes, so smash the radio on the wall Music's too important, get yourself a good assortment, end this shame once
of ya melon, clear da space Ya brain was a terrible thing ta waste Eighty-eight long gates, snatch initial name plates Smokin spliffs wit niggaz, real life
tear in her eye, baby don't cry And then she told me all about her church background And how she lovin this life, livin this life Now I think I'm dealin
I'm not lonely, only, show me when the smoke clears And at least I had my homie and a nigga, K, homie All bitches, look into it as you want the real killa
true and her love for her man was one of her many virtues until one day she found out that he had lied and she decided the rest of her life from that