and cold, and your soul is your best friend My mama prayed for me Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?) Cause when they come
the first to bleed Bitches don't wanna see me leave, forever thugging Tell 'em bury me a G on everything I love And fuck the law 'cause the raw niggas
made you a man again and now you let tha fear put your ass in a place complicated to escape It's a fools fate without your word your a shell of a
your eyes on the prize cause the ride get tricky See you got some niggas on your side That say they're your friends But in real life they your enemies
niggaz, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place to get your safe, knowin
on me cause they phony But you was different -- I got no need to be suspicious Cause I can tell -- my life with you would be delicious The way you lick your lips and shake your
: Here we go; we gonna send this one out to the old school All these motherfuckers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island Queens, and all the
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 state
been hauled away in a body bag Get your Sammy D said how your blood got sneeze me (Macadoshis) Yo you fuckin' with a thug yo your ass gets plugged With
or success is what I quest cause i'm fearless now tha streetz R Deathrow Chorus (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause
to ya chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat the state where ya never find a dance
of state for a plate knowledge Of coke was cooked without the garbage we'd all have the top dollars Imagine everybody flashing, fashion Designer clothes, lacing your
Still ballin, 'til the day I die You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggaz wonder why You can bring your crew but
survive Redin' up on his ass when I'm doped and died Cause I'm troublesome [Chorus] Murder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme
trap you got me stuck in this system now your stuck in this game feel like a victim in this ghetto trap you got me stuck in this system now your stuck
feet I kill ya with a pillow when you fall asleep Your records can't sell, your company is buyin' em Give it up, Burger King is hirin' You shoulda been a cop, cause
the lump sum Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a bottle A pint a Crown Royal, make your insides boil Been smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out
+ Eminem] Cause we came here to set this party off right Let's bounce toniiiiiight And if they don't let us in through the front do' Come through the siiiiiide Cause