my tears Im holding back after all these years I'll lose myself if you walk away from me again Coz i gave you my heart And not just a piece of it I loved
piece of it.. I love you form the very start.. and my love will never go away.. I miss you everyday.. your gone.. since you went away.. I been lost.. and when my
piece I know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat I'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin Forgive my
in the womb while screamin on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop From a single drop, this is what they got Not to disrespect my peoples but my
the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry [Edi Amin] Uhh Forget him girl (forget him girl) he ain't gon' never change ain't no hater but that ni**a lost
time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah bitch made ass Bad
Puffy weaker than a block that I'm runnin' through And I'm smokin Junior Mafia in front of you With the ready power, tucked in my guess under my Eddie
the pain Show me some happiness again, I'm goin blind I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin well I know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail? My life
when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry [Edi Amin] Uhh Forget him girl (forget him girl) he ain't gon' never change ain't no hater but that ni**a lost
streets If not peace then at least let's get a piece I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased Lookin' through my highschool yearbook Reminiscin
I made myself Poverty raised me thinking ain't no help I pray for my health my mind and my family too State of myself my grind and my family crew
and my girlfriend Chorus: Tupac All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend (
me, which one? They wanna bury me, I'm worried -- I'm losin my mind Look down the barrel of my nine and my vision's blurry Fallin to pieces, am I guilty
-a Had to move, one to lost my name and pick the number Made me watch my back I had no happy home to run to Maybe it's my fault for being a father livin
and truants, shit's deep Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough So while you reminiscin all nights out
planted in the womb while screamin on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop From a single drop, this is what they got Not to disrespect my peoples but my
