fast It seems like yesterday Now all we have in common is - the memories Now all we have in common is - the memories Where have they gone? To all my friends who faded
It seems like yesterday Now all we have in common is - the memories Now all we have in common is - the memories Where have they gone? To all my friends who faded
so full of thug faces Momma gave a ni**a breath, a life of stress I invest in a vest and makin ni**az watch they every step Label me a threat and I ain
into sexy capers Give a holla to them hoochies last night that tried to rape us Will these rap lyrics take us, plus room all up in Vegas I'm a boss playa, death
steel, they caps peeled We still cool but you played yourself Give him the mac and make him spray hisself, heyyy Fallin legends clutchin chrome three
hood bein around the niggaz, yeah And for the first time everybody let go And the streets is death row, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto Chorus Verse Three
many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death
(Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood
My only fear of death is comin back to this bitch reincarnated That's for the homey mental We up out [Chorus w/out 2Pac continues to fade]
, step off, you get selfish Yours for the take-home, so she can take up space at your place, but then you start to wake up Groove goes to fade, introductions
no time, got guns that mourn nigga's moms shoot up clubs and destroy nigga's vibes everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely open up your fade
my nine, without even thinking. Plus I was high as a kite and I?ve been drinking. Only three blocks from the police station but I pulled the trigger three
lover man with more rank than Shabba Some think death ends the drama, but I'm a Remind you death is not a period it's just a comma [Repeat Chorus to fade
One, Two, Three, Four? She looked like death! Pale blue eyes starring upwards towards a sky that seemed never ending A sky that seemed all knowing Unlike
in the Y2K Han Solo toucher laugh it up dickface Took ol' girl on a joy ride faded off Obi Won and crashed into the Death Star's remains Tapped the right
and the sun And I don't hate you, for tryin to relate to Wishin you could find a trap door to escape through But if I see you as a threat to my seedling
