And all that?s left is regret and you deserve just what you get what?s left 6 years later i look into your eyes with total disgust who have you become
Under the sidewalk, down in the dirt She lies like an angel draped in rags Skin pale as marble, no light reflects Except for her eyes they sigh regret
and now your time is done abuse me while you still have the chance drain me of the nothing i have left and in this world of unlimited greed all you want is
done? The mob approaches with uncertainty in their eyes All aware one of them will die My childhood lay scattered among the postcranial debis Dismembered, disarticulated, disappointment, disbelief The tradition is
out here having money man, no doubt (the independent route), they acting like they don't know But you know what it is, (it's a big game out here man Boys
vanity is filled with flowers You better be careful of its hypnotic powers While the road to truth is long and full if distress But if you make it through
the life for me Livin carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me I'm bustin on ni**az until they scurry, I'm clearly a man of military means in my
gone flip some new s**t now You heard "All Eyez on Me," ni**az know what time it is (Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that Rhymin and stealin, sellin five
me, the other ripped my seat They grabbed my homie and they threw him to the concrete (Ay man.. aiyyo.. ay man just c'mon ?) ("What you doin man?") They
over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap game
[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
for that nigga that made Poparazi Tell me if you ain't in this rap game For the mothafuckin cash man Then what is ya mothafuckin purpose None for service
them young bustas on how it is to be a real motherfuckin G In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin daily so you best be packin If you ain't, boo-yaow motherfucker
fact of the matter is they don't give a fuck about you Or them five mouths you forced to feed (uh-huh) No including yourself All you want is what
one part chrystal Thugs Passion baby y'all know what time it is This drink is Gauranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard now if ya with me
here Miss Thang hate to salt your game but yous a money hungry woman and you need to change. In tha locker room all the homies do is laugh. High five