Once there was a time I'd rob my mama For a good meal and a smoke Once there was a time I'd sell my brother For a dollar when I was broke But I'd never
Traduzione: Ten Years After. Una volta c'era un tempo.
Pac] Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You was just a little smaller but you still roller Got stretched to Y.A
we was once two niggaz of the same kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You was just a little smaller but you still roller Got stretched to Y.A
days I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay
of the New York skyline?! it was a joke, of course it was a joke at the time and that was just a few years ago so let the record show that the
"Whole house freeze!" It was a Thursday I stepped to the club, there she was Draped in a burgundy dress, silhouetted superbly Curved indeed, she started
swallow a gun and go to San Queinten I catch Fire x 'whatever' A sharp siezor ten times more sensitive than light And rap a hired killer, he's like
dictator. It was a callous and savage piece of electioneering Designed to cover up horrific domestic problems. At a time when a peaceful settlement was a
faces Goin places in the years to come But never forgettin where we came from A time and place long forgotten: b-boyhood Around the old neighborhood When the beats was
a fee Now you might ask what can a nigga do to get started Pull a hoe and go enroll in Break-A-Bitch College Ah yeah Now that was a very nice lecture
I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay And
was there where he studied his contemporaries And there where he nearly carried his sanity to a hole and buried it forever It was a very mysterious day The place was
12 bars for that bitch he won't live through that Even a nigga with a ten-year bid knew that Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do that He a pussy (sniff
my fingers, While the ceiling dripped, I just could not leave you. I heard a motorcycle pull away. Yes, I'll meet you after midnight, At The Dream Cafe. There
book Victory after victory Man look Rappin' is a science The mic is an appliance So I applied it To an alliance of words Put 'em in a rhyme zone Blow 'em up Like a time
weep no more won't sleep no more, won't Be no more once we put it on... dogg [Verse 2] Ever since I complete my mission ten years and they still listenin
