I'm sorry for the nights I let you down Now all that's left to see is that I turned around Back to the boy you fell in love with Not this plague that
I'm sorry for the nights I let you down Now all that's left to say is that I've turned around Back to the boy you fell in love with Not this plague that
: I'm sorry for the nights I let you down Now all that's left to say is that I've turned around Back to the boy you fell in love with Not this plague
close? I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry [Chorus] [2Pac over Chorus] I shed tattooed tears for years for my dead homeboys and my prison peers Y'all ain't never
blur dim with a slight curve grin A fifth of yak and a sack a brother might serve 10 Spitting game I try to master the graphics Never plaster on plastic
no grudge, holds his tongue, wow Same one she used to hold in both smiles ? instinctual last shout if it killed me So you can ride up in the sun city guilt-free One year
of the night and I noticed my girl wasn't by my side, coulda sworn I was dreaming, for her I was Feenin, so I had to take a little ride, back tracking over these few years
type militant raw Holdin' the audience prisoner in ways ya never saw I run through your whole outfit without flaw The outlaw type'a kid you're proud to shout
ranch, your condominium House on the lake or your yat He's... Lord over your writes, over your mic, over your booth the Lord over you life, over your wife, over
Over and over and over and over again, over and and over and over again (Til we get it right baby) Over and over and over and over again [Breakdown] Over and over
Fifteen years on the tracks making a good living until the day that Tom walked your route home from school you tried to shout but the headphones on his
[Too $hort: talking] Send a shout out to the homie Pac Know you out there somewhere right now writing rhymes man, laying tracks Straight love, you know
, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) Com' on, out in Cali, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) When I'm down
And a me she want and mi know me have fi wuk it Tony Curtis & A.R.P.: On that morning, when this life is over (when dis life is over then) I know,
kick-out traffic goes creaking by I smash my glass and shout shanghi My drummer friend comes shooting by He said Errol Flynn will never die Oh no! Who
how long do we shout for? Denied the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say. But sometimes we've found ourselves shouting into the wind When
Hear no, speak no, see no, but we know Good reigns over evil, how it be though I'm doing it my way, like Carlito Taking over the whole scene, a bad dude
Sent my CD out to Puff, Puff passed Must've had enough trash on his desk this year Sent one to So So Def, but it fell on so so deaf ears I never once