to what this once had been | but our time is now | and it's time to make a change | it's time, time to make a change | it's time, time to change | how
In the mean time in between time I be mobbin' (mobbin') Backing and dodging Batman and Robin (Robin) Live up my life in the fast lane no jogging Capitalizing and taking advance every time
or strugglin Make it or break it, would take all different pieces And we'll make somethin of nothin [Verse 1: Devin The Dude] Lookin back at the times
, I'ma break em off properly The boppers be, wanting to talk Peeping my walk, and whispering (ooh girl that's H.A.W.K.) And sexual thoughts, start running through
you look bad 'Cos there ain't no fresh air for my momma, my momma But the drop is shear When you break away Take me away It's just about time to hit
the top of my lungs Until this dark day is done You said I'll never change You said I never had the strength to break away But now I've changed It's time
hard to follow through, In time I know that I'll be, Right back home again. To have my head means I'll be alright, All I can do to try hard to follow through, In time
the side In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild until they all die, Outlaw Yes (change my ways) yes The Black Jesuz guide us through this Weary
you gone You gotta stay strong, Young brotha, Cause it's on And i'll be slangin these thangs till the break of dawn Gotta make my ends, Then it's time
time mutha I got a part time A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) Part time A part time A part time mutha She's a (part time mutha) I
' to ride Put down the top, now we flossin Hit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window Workin with a twenty sack of indo, feelin good Stop through
I shall not fear no man but God Though I walk through the valley of death I shed so many tears (if I should die before I wake) Please God walk with me
2Pac ---- Young Thugs in this motherfucker Don't break up the fight, let 'em rumble Don't make enemies with me I Try to tell these motherfuckers they
this world of stress get me [echo] Taking breathing techniques Slay you with tai chi [echo] What did you change To get a break In the world of
y'all that keep on raisin hell Put a pistol in your hand and let you fade yourself It ain't right, what you put your momma through, young G Gotta change
die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggas on welfare And who cares if we survive? The only time they notice