time to go low, It's time to go low Is this space where my heart has been? It's time to go low, It's time to go low Is this space where my heart has been
ever controversial Tupac Shakur has just released another album under the alias Makaveli. Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist street
block. I'd ask him what the matter was But I know that he don't talk. And the ladies treat me kindly And furnish me with tape, But deep inside my heart
your hair Are you still my friend, baby, show me a sign Is the love in your heart for me turning blind? You've been avoiding the main streets for a long
by the wa - ter But I ain't gonna jump in, no, no I'll just be looking for my mak - er And I hear that that's where she's been? Oh! Out of nine lives
slowly, I guess it did its part, my heart has thawed and continues to beat. And I visited my brother on the outskirts of Olympia where the forest and
it be, it's just a dream when you're on your scene smokin the green Cause ain't shit never what you think it seem From the streets where life ain't cheap
: I must have dreamed a thousand dreams Been haunted by a million screams But I can hear the marching feet They're moving into the street Now, did you
the measure of a man This coat that fits you like a glove These dirty streets you learned to love So welcome back my long lost friend You've been to
they can't stand it My name should've been bastard the shit should've been plastered on my forehead with a stamp I should've been blasted I should've been
way still tellin ucks-lay, icks-bay my ick-day excuses my ick-pay ademlay uck-fay ick pay. (50 cent) Chorus 1 this rap game this rap game i aint selling my
squattin' Shit has gotten To the point where I ain't even writin' no more i'm just jottin' This is chicken scratch Shit is sickening I've been kickin
town Your eyes cast through the glass At my sorry American frown Oh my mouth aint fed My lips aint cherry red And my grin might show my bad teeth
brothers and two sisters, I'm the youngest out of five Stapleton's where I reside, the north side of the Island Where try'nna survive was a challenge, my
throw, but the devil hovered over me tellin me where to go, GO HOME ! And die where the heart is, life has been a series of goodbyes that I've been fighting
: I'm gonna pack up my troubles in my old kit-bag, I'm gonna run a mile from here 'Cos the ASBO generation make this a terror nation full of loathing
hoes My hair had grew long on my seven year stay And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay Hard from the joint but fly to my heart I didn't want
I take a look at my life And realize there's nothing left. 'Cause I've been blasting and laughing so long That even my momma thinks that my mind has gone
