all I can think is that I wish you could be right here to see the way it looks like the giant feet of birds carved the landscape. Instead of thinking I
I don't wanna grow up, I'mma hustler kid Go'head and stunt, see I don't pop two your wig I'm artistic, intelligent, so much ability When I use them big
Just didn't belong in that shiny silver case I moved here to Nashville On May 12th '89 And I started gettin' letters once a week From this friend of mine I
I've got money stacks bigger than you When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight you was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya Then you dropped "Shook
sounding Gothic Will I begin and I pick up the mic and deliver the batik, I billem, I kiddem I hittem, I killem and then I just give em the plea of their
official now, I'm your, freedom fighter If you feelin what I'm feelin people, put up your lighters yeah Get in my cypher yeah, get in the grind And I
I'm Tupac Shakur 'cause everyday we high as hell dope is what we try an sell nickle and dimes for buyin yayo til I got lines of clientele load up
the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones You know we'
school if I could pull it Not only would I become more popular But I would be able to piss Kim off at the same time But it backfired I was supposed
Better show me some gratitude Or I'm a show you why God himself ain't never made a badder dude Then the one standin in front of you Bitch you know what I
Tonight's gon' be the bomb, it's warm and calm I got to take this cool in my arm with an ounce in my palm I done took the bottle with Don, and I'm back
MC Rhymes more powerful than a punch at Jack Dempsy I fear no one, plus I tell no tales I will stand up to any male or female Ones who persist to resist
me apart You gonna put me back together? Gonna start me from the start? I've been wrecking my blood Been wrecking my brains I been killing my heart I
weee) man these n***as is so shook i had to get an alarm on my pen and insurance on my note book you little rappers is text book still try'na bounce past while i
over La, I don't even know why you even won't try to come at me This is Cor motherfuckin Mega You know I'm the baddest you fuckin faggot I'll fuck you
shot ya?It's too late to try to operate Hard escape through New York State It's on killa, fuck all the niggaz that hate I can feel ya shook when ya
't belong in that shiny silver case I moved here to Nashville On May twelfth of eighty-nine And I started gettin' letters once a week From this friend of mine I
everybody goin' through the same ole thang What up dogg hope you chillin' 'cuz I ain't I wish I could be out with the boys but I can't I really don'
