our shoulders Regret that lasts a lifetime As these haunting dreams Slowly come to life One thing is certain We are as good as dead We are nothing Careless as
block my spot, is hotter than Arizona Infested with marijuana, hustlers on every corner I sit in the sauna, like the boat in the beach Four hundred snails cut cudicals, as
in the back streets running with G's and dope fiends will they jack me? Can't turn back my eyes on the prize I got nothing to lose everybody gotta die say good
a nigga pass the time Put my name tattoo'd so that ass is mine Tell everybody; 'Pac put it down for good A local legend through the whole hood, follow
My City, My City, My City Let me tell you bout my city Lord homie, As if you ain?t read?, Where the practice black magic And speak to the dead (speak to the dead
was trash it and he counted it as lost For the sake of the Christ, 'cause He gave us life Not through anything we did but through faith in Christ We righteous
nigga beat No electronics to make the shit that I wrote the chronic Shit sick enough to bring vomit from your stomach Quick as a comet, shield your eyes
away with that I just ain't playin that, that's that bullshit! Jardine and the kids tryin to make ends me Half dead and do dirty as some God damn thiefs
which was dark and cold into the smoke-filled dimly lit room Stumbled into thug who-a smelled like bud and his eyes looked high as the moon He looked
children But is inserted ghost with dealin Dead to administer links like chief then whats your forte Devil dragger in disguise seeking the match made in your eyes
ruff Stay on the hush and get played like Sunday school shoes and get scuffed, I put heads to bed like newlyweds Sing your rap eulogy Cuz now you're good as dead
fuck it we was broke Little badass, my nigga Rap sat me down, like this He said: P you gon' wind up dead You and Hav' real good with that music shit You
bitch Go ahead and take a break from tryin' to be rich Kinda sad that your dad got you trained real good Buried a hatchet in his chest and drag him through
And I smile, cause it makes me... ...makes me feel so good They were crawling on their knees Begging for their pathetic lives Now their souls belong to me As well as their eyes
I smile, cause it makes me... ...makes me feel so good They were crawling on their knees Begging for their pathetic lives Now their souls belong to me As well as their eyes
dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room, seein' as how they