My Quiet Nights, Time To Unwind So Much Pressure In This Life Of Mine, I Cry At Times I Once Contemplated Suicide, And Woulda Tried But When I Held That 9, All
Was the last of Gs Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed God bless the dead" [Chorus - 2pac:] God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the
a star My hopes and all my wishes So many vivid pictures, and all the currency I'll never even get to see This fast life soon shatters Cause after all
-ayyaahhyy" -- Erick Sermon (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget") (sample repeats until first verse) You know what time, boo-yaow I know it's time for you So
get scared, just ask the man in the mirror Now the picture's getten clearer all he does is hit you hard I tell you to leave, and you tell me keep my faith in God
Black Cotton Black Cotton- A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Robbin' Black Cotton in God's
price to be tha boss back in school wrote tha rules on getten' tossed poppin' rocks on tha block was a past time pack a 9 all the time you wanna test
flip flop hear my glock cock thug till I drop. And if I hit the pen I gotta do my time Sittin' on my bunk reminiscing about the good times. It's fucked
, closing me out of my business" Verse One: 2Pac I played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin Pack my nine til it's time to go to prison
thug in these wicked ass hood fights But I'm a baller now, nigga, I live the good life [Chorus] This is the good life, fuck my foes God bless the dumb
to em bet It's all good, uhh I never had much, ran with a bad bunch Little skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch And all through Junior High, we was
blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind In time we learned to live a life of crime Rewind us back, to a time
easy to see Without my family all I'm left with is a shadow of me After all the arguments, and the nights alone Now it's time to live the good life, inside
first time everybody let go And the streets is death row, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto Chorus Verse Three: 2Pac I see no changes, all I see is racist
soul lookin for shelta, on tha late night accept ya treat ya good won't disrespect ya My age is young out of place bitch days is done From a trixy to
(If she didn't wanna fuck then she never would've called you) Repeated Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson. It's all good. Chorus You ain't
Verse 1 The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out Pray to my God everyday but he don
Big fully is a bully And he don't mind dying And I gotta be bright Miss sign after sign Time after time After time after time And I don't like nobody