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Our lifestyles be close captioned
addicted to fatal attractions
Pictures of actions be played back
in the midst of mashin'
No fairy tales for this young black male
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and heart be a nigga culture
or the repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears? Save your sympathy
My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you believe then you can achieve
Just look at me
Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke with no lights on
To all the seeds that follow me
protect your essence
Born with less, but you still precious

i think that is Smile with Scar Face....i aint sure

Bron in a whirl win '96 Bonnie & Clide
Me And My Girlfriend doin 85 when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin
Born as a ghetto child
Raised in this whirl wind

Dorn***

Born************

you right

Last ones left from album All Eyez On Me.




Can you picture my prophecy?
stress in tha city
tha cops is hot for me
tha projects is full of bullets
tha bodies is droppin'
there ain't no stoppin me
constantly moven while maken millions
witnessin' killins
leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings
caries tha children
cause they're illin'
addicted to killin'
a near appeal from tha cap pealin'
what i'm feelin'
but will they last or be blasted
hard headed bastard
maybe he'll listen in his casket
tha aftermath
more bodies being buried
i'm losen my homies in a hurry
they're relocating to tha cemetary
got me worried
stressin'

"Me against the world"


I take a shot of hennesy, now i'm strong eough to face the madness
nickle bag full of stress weed, laced wit hash
phones calls from my niggas on the..... other side
two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry
a damn shame, when will we ever change
and what remains from a 12 gauge to the brain
arguments with my boo was true
i spend mo time wit my homies then i do with you
but every where it's the same thang
that's the game, i'll be damned if a thang changed
fuck the fame, i'll be husslin to make a million
lord knows ain't no love for us ghetto children
so we cold ragged, stop, slowing down, time ta stop fa gas
beep my horn fo a hoochie wit a proper ass.. uhg
it ain't easy...that's my modo, drinkin tagaray straight out tha bottle
every body wanna know if i'm insane
my baby mama gotta mind full of silly games
and all the drama got me stressin like i'm hopeless
i can't cope, i'm with the homies smokin roaches
so we up, late night, hangin out till the sunrise, gettin high
watchin the cops roll by.. it ain't ....

Damn, that one seems tough? Don't think I've heard that in awhile.

THATS UNTIL THE END OF TIME

Damn, I''m embaressed I should know that one.

is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
one less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids

Changes......

okay a tough one
[2PAC]
I get my protection from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nothing separating us from a mack ten
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older
A straight soldier, bucking at them busters
No matter how you try, niggaz never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
I'm sideways crime motherfuckin............. pays!
Fucking cops wth their lights on chase me nigga
Zig zaggin through the freeway race me nigga
chase me nigga in a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfucker that you ever saw

All my homies drinking liquor
Tears in everybody's eyes
ni**as cried to mourn a homies homicide
But I can't cry
instead I'm just a shoulder
Damn, why they take another soldier
I load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry
I'll get them suckas back before your buried (s**t)
Retaliate and pull a 187
do real ni**as get to go to heaven ?
How long will they mourn me, bury me a muthaf**kin 'G'
bi**h don't wanna die
then don't f**k with me
It's kinda hard to be optimistic
When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted
Y'all don't hear me doe, I'm trying hard to make amends
But I'm losing all my muthaf**kin friends (damn)
They should've shot me when I was born
Now I'm trapped in the muthaf**kin' storm

i think thats when thugs cry