in it are the things it sees outside And the eye is troubled An eye can be a time And watch the changing patterns hurry by And the eye is wisdom An eye
Traduzione: Guess Who. Eye.
tricks never shut me up Touch one of mine on everything I own I'll destroy everything you touch, play the game nigga All out warfare, eye for eye Last
this motherfucker right here, Wessyde..) [2Pac] Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly scented
tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood Yeah with that funky sound *so funky* we be throwin' down) This goes out to you playa you know...you know who
Three: 2Pac Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang Ain't nothin changed set it off I let the brains hang Guess who's back, to put niggaz on they
Power.. pow.. power... Guess who's back? Hahaha, here we go It's ninety-fo', what's next? Power.. enter my world I guess this year gonna be a motherfucker
3rd Eye Guess who? (3rd Eye Come on Come on) Come on! What you say, what you say? You know the format, baby I wanna hear some 3rd Eye (Some 3rd Eye,
I guess I'll get wrecked cause I'm a derelict of dialect .. [Pete Nice] Dialect spoken, in sectional lesson The less you know, the more you gotta guess
a gat But not enough time for me to react Cheddar in my possesion Livin' in an expedition Cheefin' to stop my stressin' On the low attraction no attention Who
I?d like to thank my family members who showed lack of support, they?ll read the writing on the wall that tables will turn they got some neighbors who
say it's in God's hands I guess i just don't trus him Part of some master plan I don't understand it They say that heaven awaits I guess i'm just impatient
'm constantly singin' them downhome blues and not many people knows that leaves me with a twisted view of the whole wide world as i know it and i guess
choice but to be i guess i got no choice but to be a poet i guess i got no choice but to be a prophet i guess i got no choice but to be a griot a gangster
Chorus] [Aceyalone] They say, "rock you don't stop" but what you talkin bout Well let me guess, you come fi test But test not he who knows best, put
linked to my enhanced development I swear they'll understand!!! There's a storm outside my tenament Beats upon my windows with Mother Nature's adrenaline I guess
in a storm And I know you was hopin' that the piece for the ox was a dull sword, ah (Guess what, it's not!) Guess what else, I transmit from the block
Yeah but you don't wanna be looked over too much One up for the dashed hopes of fifty fishermen who crashed boats And the angels who never hit a bad
