broke through my chest Helped carry me home There is no master plan my heart is in your hands "These two are so in love" You just light up my face Wrap my
He Wasn't Going 2 Take The Only Love In My Heart And Now I'm Sittin Here Rotting In This Hell Hole 4 U And All I Want Is The World 2 Hear My Song, It
:] "close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier" [2Pac] Be a coward, put yo' hands to the moon When my glocks rang out, the niggaz came out
me thinking ain't no help I pray for my health my mind and my family too State of myself my grind and my family crew Where one hand watches the other
pay (Make this pay) [Verse 3: 2Pac] I sit alone in my room, drinkin' Without a care Talkin out loud to ya' Like ya' there Take ya' picture out my back
shootin' up your system like the Mafia And when the smoke clears we seem to disappear Automatically fillin' your heart with fear My personality inflictin' much pain To the point where you're faintin' when you hear my
take out Make you your will Bill, three is gonna break out the stylee, me and P-E-T-E Embark on a mission that's deadly, break out the ammo Aiyyo Sammo
that bucked at me but it wasn't my time to die ah pull out my thang hit 'em in the back whatever remained so the bitch stay out my business an let the
style that's too much As the mic gets clutched, such A dope voice puts fear in your heart through your ear Listen close, and you'll hear The Unit coincide
s attitude is "fuck a bitch" My only motive is to get head and fuck a bitch But you was diff-erent, thought we shared a covenant Even held your hand in
my face It's nothin', I could go after Mase's fanbase Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out Hit my wisdom tooth *huck-too* spit it out
ma holla, I'ma see whats up I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk Carve ya ass up nice, you play me like a punk [Chorus] In my hood niggas
my niggas Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea (Master P) Uptown baby, don't clown baby It's going down baby, I'm with my rounds baby Uptown CP3, nigga my block stay
taxed herbs Your raps absurd, backs get fractured, My crack a shell, bag your mademoiselle Take the cake then I break like a bat out of hell You fuck
to yo hands straight from ya pan And you tired of yappin' ya mouth And always talkin' bout Who ya gon shoot and who ya gon knock out See niggas talk all
stay inside, stay inside, stay inside) And every closing hand (maybe I can mold my fear) Reads like a sunset to me (maybe I can mold my fear) Staring
