We are the ones, we are the ones (we are the ones) We are the ones The air is moist, the fog is thick I can't believe that it's come to this Now it'
[Tupac - speaking] The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli That's it! All these motherfuckers stole from me I'm takin back what's mine [slowed
is sinking [Chorus: repeat 2X] Look at your face When all I could see was myself looking back at me Reflection And all I could do was think about sleeping
Cause my history told me, death is the cure for all disease Now days if animals talk to you then you're a schitzo But not every Indian is red and not
if I get my mits on ya' You're feeling fucked now your jaw's playing tricks on ya' I got no love for those who saw me scar me and harm me It's war I
are expected to accept those nightmares. Is this really all that we can hope for as life? Is this really all that we can hope for as death? Maybe our
you were taught that all roads lead to Him That's why it sounds so crazy when we be like "Yo, believe in Him," (breath) breathe again Seek and you'll
a slammin' record Knowin' that as an artist is how you're truly respected My reason for breathin' is cuz music is my bride Don't live on earth, a funkbox is
am, but you think this is all in my head. I'm not asking for help, but I want you to understand, That I'm going away, you guess if I'm coming back. You
ain't never heard of fly Take it how you want it coward our G's is certified [Hell Rell] Sleepin' high with visions of my enemies Beggin' for mercy
put her in the stick If she ain't BMW material, don't be milk in her cereal If you get payed for it then you can play for it As short as the tambourine
for faking trying to flex in the six Freedom or hell these streets here is treating me well So fuck a cell write the judge don't believe in the bail You
ain't never heard of fly Take it how you want it coward our G's is certified [Hell Rell] Sleepin' high with visions of my enemies Beggin' for mercy crawlin
I understood What I barely knew And I?m still not sure If you mean what you say If your wet eyes are telling the truth Now the meaning of time is gone
cap Like Father, Like Son, go ask Busta that I knew from the beginning I couldn't trust those cats I'd kill 'em all, if I could bring Justo back The underground is