our shoulders Regret that lasts a lifetime As these haunting dreams Slowly come to life One thing is certain We are as good as dead We are nothing Careless as
trash it and he counted it as lost For the sake of the Christ, 'cause He gave us life Not through anything we did but through faith in Christ We righteous
City, My City, My City Let me tell you bout my city Lord homie, As if you ain?t read?, Where the practice black magic And speak to the dead (speak to the dead
a nigga pass the time Put my name tattoo'd so that ass is mine Tell everybody; 'Pac put it down for good A local legend through the whole hood, follow
in the back streets running with G's and dope fiends will they jack me? Can't turn back my eyes on the prize I got nothing to lose everybody gotta die say good
me feel fine. Oh, but when will you walk through this door, babe? When you left I fell to pieces. Now I feel as good as good as if I were dead.
ever sleeping I'll just slaughter 'em where they lie Ain't talkin', just walkin' Through the world mysterious and vague Heart burnin', still yearnin' Walkin' through
lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That
cell. I shot my Albert dead. And now I'm goin' to hell. He was her man but he done me wrong." 9. Judge said to the jury. "Plain as a thing can be. A
move all y'all gonna die Split up and fry, open his eyes ?? pop, shot one through his head Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this nigga dead
in his body got him, Run, wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gun Hit the bend, oh what the dum dum I got yum yummed on the dead end They set in, then
to pay And it's a ride, ride, ride, and there ain't much cover With no one runnin' by your side my blood brother On through the houses of the dead past
Soldiers and police dem wising up, realizing they're no more right than us Realizing there's no use fighting us Realizing their opening their eyes to see the same demoralizing life as
Young Cash) I'm on my way This goin out to every hood We gonna make it You can look into my eyes See that I'm dead tired 6:00 in the morning Money still
with your eyes I see destruction and demise Corruption in disguise From this fuckin' enterprise Now I'm sucking to your lies Through Russ, though not his muscles but the percussion he provides with me as
wicked shit its time to get hot Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit right Detroit legendary demon lopatara Staring you right back through your eyes
