Who's your family? who's got you back? who can you count on? I count on my friends they've got my back they are my family we stand as one no matter what
it's do or die Seein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin high as life replays like time; underhanded schemes to get that cream and thangs while livin this life
y'all My family to the ones that stabbed (?) me Little bit mo' love is what's recommended Yeah, and it's plain to see The seeds from you and me Gon' be
soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me Crack done took apart of our family tree my momma's on tha shit
they find me? 16 on Death Row Dear mama, these cops don't understand me I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family My uncle used
into this world to be our saviour And that Christ is returning, someday soon to unfold the wonderful plan of eternity, for my life and your life As long
know death follows me But I murder him first And worse yet With each breathe Steps I take Breathless Is there a cure for a hustler with a death
to hand, runnin from the police I see you - live your life as a ghetto star! Talk to the hood, claimin you gettin riches Runnin from the flags.. live my life
Mama keep praying For a young motherfucker trying to duck an early grave In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes Fakes from the phonies
Spoken: Outlaw In This No doubt,Death Row, Makaveli You can call me daddy I'll be ya daddy JUST LIKE DADDY Foe tha ladies ----------Chorus---------
matter how hard you try, it's in death. You gotta die. Bottom line: peers didn't make it to the years to come. Dear life doin right or dear life leavin
it my fate ? to live tha life of luxury some niggas bought my tapes so much jelousy it scares me so be prepared cause only tha strong survive life
I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed And
don't matter i'm a cool shot punks drop from all tha buckshots tha fools got i'm tired of being a nice guy i've been poor all my life, but don't know
[GUNSHOT] Yo Redd Spyder (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready? [gun cocking] Let me know, holla [2Pac - from the song "Smile"] There's gon' be
life goes back and forth We tradin war stories [Chorus (repeats through to end, getting softer)] ['Pac talking] War stories nigga; hahaha, what players do Thug Life
