point of your escape and when you fall I'll follow you Until my final breath I'll follow you in death I'll follow you, cause you're to die for You turned
The one way out is through The measure of all things Is a love I seemed to lose Seemed to abuse But everything is clear somehow The measure of all things
ve been lost before and i had to pay it was never easy but i found a way well the journey was hard and the road was tough there were times when i cried lord
got MINE, f**k THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality Jealous-a*s bustaz, make it hell for us [Chorus: 2Pac and harmonizing vocals repeat 2X] Lord
duck cops [Khadafi] In ninety-six my glock's my plastic, pa*sion for blastin bastards No faces for open caskets, peelin ya cap backwards Ya cowards ain't prepared for
a horrible pain to live through I tried to trade places in the tragedy I couldn't picture three crazed ni**az grabbin me For just a moment I was trapped in the pain, Lord
fire I'll shed so many tears Lord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears.. Lord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears Now I'm lost
, fuck these fag niggaz) Do it, do it, do it [2Pac] Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah
such a horrible pain to live through I tried to trade places in the tragedy I couldn't picture three crazed ni**az grabbin me For just a moment I was trapped in the pain, Lord
(feat. Eminem, Kastro & Young Noble of the Outlawz) Intro: 2Pac Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton- A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a
heh) Upon my secret arrival Two glock four-fives, time for survival Death to my rivals, tell me what you want lord? Nobody left after the death of a drug lord
cause I'm commin'. Start runnin' yellin' "evil mind" as I'm gunnin'. One in the chamber for the anger that I build inside, For the mothers that cried, for
got MINE, f**k THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality Jealous-a*s bustaz, make it hell for us [Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) repeat 2X] Lord
money for wars, but can't feed the poor Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is it ain't no hope for tha future And then they wonder why
nigga's lonely I put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there? Then tell me am I lost cause I'm lonely I thought
trapped in this slavery now I'm lost in the holocaust headin for my grave G I told Sam he could fuck the war, and got a busted jaw for sayin "fuck the
ready for whatever Big Serg, we ready for whatever Charlie Tango, ready for whatever My nigga Pac, be ready for whatever Yeah, ready for whatever Ready for
to duck cops [Khadafi] In ninety-six my glock's my plastic, pa*sion for blastin bastards No faces for open caskets, peelin ya cap backwards Ya cowards ain't prepared for