Tupac Shakur - Toss It Up (Version 2)
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Tupac Shakur - Toss It Up (Version 2) {couplet 1) lord have mercy, father help us all since you supplied your phone number, i can't help but call time for action, conversatin, we relaxin, kickin back got ya curious about thug passion, now picture that tongue kissin, hand full of hair, look in my eyes time to make the bed rock, baby look how it rise me and you movin in the nude, do it in the living room sweatin up the sheets, it's the thug in me i be the ? when i tongue kiss your neck, i go a long way to get you, what do you expect late night, hit the highway, drop the top i pull over, gettin busy in the parking lot picture-look it how i lick your hips and glide kiss you soft on your stomach, push my love inside got ya lost in a love zone, stuck in the lust i got the bedroom shakin back, breakin when we're tossin' it up {couplet 2} what's your phone number, i get around cali love to my true thugs, picture me now still down for that death row sound, searchin for pay days no longer dre day, arive derche long and forgotten, plottin for plottin-child's play check your sexuality, as fruity as this alize quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move cross Death Row, now who you gonna run to like those other suckers cuz you similiar pretendin to be hard-oh my god-check your temperature screamin compton, but you can't return, you ain't heard brothas pissed cuz you switched and escaped to the burbs mob on to this new era, cuz we untouchable still can't believe you got pac rushin, uppin you bless the real, all the rest get killed, who can you trust only time reveals...toss it up! Etiketler: tupac shakur 2pac pac |
Tupac Shakur - If My Homies Call (Live)
Yükleyen: Tupac09 |
Tupac - If My Homies Call (Live) Verse one: Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G Back in the days we played practical jokes on everybody smoked with they locs and the yolks on All through high school, girls by the dozens Sayin we cousins, knowin that we wasn't But like the old saying goes, I had a fuck since i was 6 Times goes on, and everybody grows Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways You chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays In many ways we were paid in the old days So far away from the crazies with AK's And though I been around clowning with the Underground I'm still down with my homies from the hometown And if you need, need anything at all I drop it all for y'all, if my homies call Verse Two: It's a shame, you chose the dope game Now you slang cane on the streets with no name It was plain that your aim was mo' cane You got game now you run with no shame I chose rappin tracks to make stacks In fact I travel the map with raps that spray cats But now I don't wanna down my homie No matter how low you go you're not lowly And I, hear that you made a few enemies But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call If you need my assistance there'll be no resistance I'll be there in an instant Who am I to judge another brother, only on his cover I'd be no different than the other H-to-the-O-to-the-M-to-the-I-to-the-E I'm down to the E-N-D Cause it's a fall in no time at all I'm down for y'all, when my homies call Word, if my homies call Verse Three: Well it's ninety-one and I'm livin kinda swell now But I hear that you're going through some hell pal But life makin records ain't easy It ain't what I expected it's hectic it's sleazy But I guess that the streets is harder Trying to survive in the life of a young godfather My homies is making it elsewhere Striving, working nine to five with no health care We both had dreams of being great But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shaped It's fate, it wasn't my choice to make To be great, I'm giving it all it takes Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes I gotta take, my place or fall from grace The foolish way, the pace is quick and great Smiling face, to hide the trace of hate But my homie would never do me wrong That's why I wrote this song, if you ever need me it's on No matter who the foe they must fall Us against them all I'm down to brawl if my homies call Etiketler: tupac shakur 2pac pac |
2pac - Ambitionz Az A Ridah (Live)
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Tupac Shakur - Ambitionz Az A Ridah (Live) Chorus I won't deny it I'm a straight rider You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police busting at me But they can't do nothing to a G (You know how we do it) (Let's get ready to rumble) (You really don't want in the mind of a nigga) You don't wanna fuck with me (That'll get down for his) Got the police busting at me But they can't cause nothing to a G (Money over bitches) I won't deny it I'm a straight rider You don't wanna fuck with me (Stay on your grind nigga) Got the police busting at me (My ambitions as a rider) I'm a straight rider You don't wanna fuck with me (My ambitions as a ridah) I'm a straight rider You don't wanna fuck with me (I'm a straight rider) Verse one So many battlefields scars While driving in plush cars 'Cause life as a rap star Is nothing without God Was born rough and rugged Addressing the mad public My attitude was "fuck it" 'Cause motherfuckers love it To be a soldier Must maintain composure at ease Though life is complicated Only what you make it to be (uh) And my ambitions as a rider Catch her while she's hot and horny Go up inside her Then I spit some game in her ear Go to the tele, hoe Equipped with money and a Benz 'Cause bitch, I'm barely broke I'm smoking bomb ass weed feeling crucial From player to player The game's tight The feeling's mutual From hustling them friends To breaking motherfuckers to paying I've got no time for these bitches 'Cause these hoes tried to play us I'm on a meal ticket Mission Wanting me So I'm wishing Competition got me rich On that bullshit they're stressing (Booyah) I'ma ride, though Clown hoes like it's mandatory No guts, no glory My nigga Bitch got the game distorted Now it's on and it's on because I said so Couldn't trust a bitch in the business So I've got with Death Row Now these money hungry bitches getting suspicious Started plottin' and planning on schemes To come and twist us But thug niggas be on point and game tight (Yeah) Me, Syke and bulldogs Rapped up the same night Got problems? Then handle it Motherfuckers see me These niggas is jealous 'Cause deep in their hearts They wanna be me (uh) Yeah, now you got me right beside you Hoping you're listening I catch you're paying attention To my ambitions as a rider Chorus I'm a straight rider, you don't wanna fuck with me My ambitionz as a rider Got the police busting on me, but they can't do nothing to a G (I'm a str8 ridah) Verse two It was my only wish to rise Above these jealous, coward, motherfuckers I despise When it's time to ride I was the first off this side Give me the .9 I'm ready to die right here tonight (yeah nigga) And motherfuck their life That's what they're screaming As they drill me (that's all you niggas got?) But I'm hard to kill So open fire That's how you kill me Witness my steel Spitting at adversaries Envious and after me I'd rather die before they catch me Watch me bleed Mama corrected me I'm suicidal Thinking thoughts I'm innocent There be bullets flying when in court Fuck doing jail time Better day Sacrifice Won't get a chance to do me Like they did my nigga, Ty Thugging for life And if you're right Then nigga die for it Let them other brothers try At least you tried for it When it's time to die Be a man Pick the way to leave Fuck peace and the police My ambitions as a rider Chorus I'm a straight rider, you don't wanna fuck with me My ambitions as a rider Got the police busting at me, but they can't do nothing to a G Verse three My murderous lyrics Equipped with spirits of those thugs Them phonies Pay off the block Evade the cops 'Cause I know they're coming for me I've been hesitant to re-appear Been away for years Now I'm back (I'm back) My adversaries been reduced to tears Question my methods Just wrecking these Sure as them bitches bleed Niggas is feeling the fire My mother's corrupted seed Blast me (Buck, buck, buck) But they didn't finish Didn't diminish My powers So now I'm back to be a motherfucking menace They're cowards That's why they tried to set me up Had bitch ass niggas on my team (team) So indeed They wet me up But I'm back reincarnated (reincarnated) Incarcerated At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it Laced with lyrics that's legendary Musical mercenary For money I had these motherfuckers buried I've been getting much mail in jail Niggas telling me to kill it Knowing when I get out They're gonna feel it Witness the realest A who rider When I put the shit inside They'll cry From all your people when they find him Just remind him My history will prove up in it Revenge on them niggas that played me And all tha cowards that was down with it Now it's your nigga right beside you Hoping you're listen and catch you paying attention To my ambitions as a rider Chorus I won't deny it I'm a straight rider, you don't wanna fuck with me My ambitions as a rider Got the police busting at me, but they can't do nothing to a G I won't deny it I'm a straight rider, you don't wanna fuck with me Got the police busting at me, but they can't do nothing to a G I won't deny it I'm a straight rider, you don't wanna fuck with me Etiketler: 2pac tupac shakur pac live |
Tupac Shakur - Hit Em' Up
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Tupac Shakur - Hit Em' Up Intro: Tupac I ain't got no motherfuckin friends That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker (take money) West side!! Bad Boy killers (take money) You know the realest is niggaz (take money) We bring it to you (take money) Verse One: Tupac First off, fuck your bitch in the clit you claim West side when we ride come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace I let them niggas know it's on for life So let the West side ride tonight hahahah Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ... Chorus: Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace NIGGA, I hit em' up... Interlude: Tupac Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level I'ma let my little homies ride on you bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!! Verse Two: Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Biggie Small just got dropped Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour and hit em up Chorus Verse Three: Tupac Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping smokin dope it's like a sherm high Niggaz think they learned to fly But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me I'm a self made milionare Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK I'm still the thug you love to hate Motherfucker, I hit em up Verse Four: I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease I bring you fake G's to your knees Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up? Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block with 15 shots cock glock to your knot Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked Verse Five: Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser Bout to get murdered for the paper Idi Amin approach the scene Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin in the wide open, guns smokin no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across Soon as the funk was poppin off Nigga I hit em up Outro: Tupac Now you tell me who won I see them, they run They don't wanna see us Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us? You little young ass motherfuckers Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin? You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around and have a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up That's how we do it on our side Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it But we ain't singin, we bringin drama Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama We gonna kill all you motherfuckers Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion Well this how we gonna do this Fuck Mobb Deep Fuck Biggie Fuck Bad Boys as a staff record label and as a motherfuckin crew And if you wanna be down with Bad Boyz Then fuck you too Chino XL, fuck you too All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money) (take money) Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow You motherfuckers can't be us or see us We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs West side till we die! Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers We do our job You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz All you motherfuckers feel us Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple (take money) You niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they motherfuckers back, you know how it is When we drop records they feel it You niggaz can't feel it We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes* Etiketler: 2pac tupac shakur hit em up outlawz rap us weastcoat |
2Pac - Changes (Uncensored)
Yükleyen: Tupac09 |
Tupac - Changes (Uncensored) (Come on, come on) I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself Is life worth living, or should I blast myself I'm tired of being poor, and even worse I'm black my stomach hurts, so I'm looking for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro pull a trigger, kill a nigger, he's a hero Givin back to the kids, who the hell cares one less hungry mouth on the welfare first ship them dope, let them deal to brothers give them guns, step back and watch them 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 brothers 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 be how can you tell them take a brother if he's close to me I'd love to go back to when we played as kids but things change, and that's the way it is come on, come on that's just the way it is things will never be the same that's just the way it is, ahh yeah X2 I see no changes all I see is racist faces misplaced hate, makes disgrace the racist we under, I wonder what it takes to make this one better place, let's erase the wasted take the evil out the people, they'll be actin right cuz both black and white are smokin crack tonight and the only time we chill is when we kill each other it's takes skill to be real, time to heal each other and I know it's seems Heaven since we aint ready, to see a black president it aint a secret of a sealed up fact penetentiarys packed, and it's filled with blacks but some things will never change tried to show another way, but ya stayin in the dope game now tell me what's a mother to do? being real don't appeal to the brother in you - yeah - You gotta operate the easy way - I made a G today - but you made it in a sleezy way sellin crack to the kids - I gotta get paid - well hey, well that's the way it is chorus talking ... we gotta make a change it's time for us as a people to start making some changes lets change the way we eat lets change the way live lets change the way we treat each other see our old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta do to survive and still I see no changes, can't a brother get a little peace? there's war on the streets and the war in the Middle East instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me and I aint never did a crime I aint have to do but now I'm back from the locks givin back to you don't let them jack you up back you up crack you up and pimp smack you up you gotta learn to hold your own they get jealous when see you with your mobile phone but tell the cops they can't touch this I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this that's the sound of my tool you say it aint cool but momma didn't raise no fool and as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped and I never get to lay back cuz I always gotta worry bout the payback some punk that I ruffed up way back comin back after all these years rat-tat-tat-tat-tat, that's the way it is chorus some things will never change Etiketler: 2pac tupac shakur changes |
2Pac feat Notorious.B.I.G - Runnin
Yükleyen: Tupac09 |
2Pac feat Notorious B.I.G .- Runnin (Dyin' To Live) [Interviewer] Between you and Biggie, it was like, Who's gon', who's gon'.. Who rules the nigga kingdom and shit, basically You know what I'm sayin'... I was like, this is like a fucking election! It is an election and shit, You know what I'm saying? [2Pac] It is that, It is that! Me and Biggie's situation is smarter than that, Me and Biggie's situation is like... [Ambulance radio] Central, we got a black male shot... [Singing] You know I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead... [News reporter] Tupac Shakur got shot 7 times... [2Pac] While i'm in jail, strangers is telling me: "You don't know? Biggie homeboy shot you!" And they braggin'! And thats why what I'm doing... I don't know what I'm doing, I'm screaming, i'm screaming... You know I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead... CHORUS: Why am I fighting to live If I'm just living to fight? Why am I trying to see When there ain't nothing in sight? Why am I trying to give When no one gives me a try? Why am I dying to live If I'm just living to die? [Notorious B.I.G.] Check it, I grew up, a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, Got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls Tryin to turn into the black Frank White We had to grow dreads To change our description Two cops is on the milk box, "Missing" Show they toes, you know they got stepped on A fist full of bullets, a chest full of teflon Run from the police, picture that Nigga i'm too fat I fuck around and catch a asthma attack That's why i bust back, it don't phase me When he drop, take his glock And i'm swayze Celebrate my escape Sold the glock, bought some weight Laid back, i got some money to make, Motherfucker! You know I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead... -CHORUS- Why am I fighting to live If I'm just living to fight? Why am I trying to see When there ain't nothing in sight? Why am I trying to give When no one gives me a try? Why am I dying to live If I'm just living to die? [Notorious B.I.G.] Tupac's still dead, you know what i'm saying... Just... don't feed into it If you feed into it, it's going up and escalate You know what i'm saying... I know about the truth... I know what people would believe that was the truth [2Pac] It's on me... But still i'm havin memories Of high speed when the cops crashed, As i laughed Pushin the gas when my Glocks blast We was young and we was dumb but we had heart In the dark, where we survived through the bad parts Many dreams is what i had, and plenty wishes, No hesitation in extermination of these snitches And these bitches, they still continue to persue me A couple o' movies, Now the whole world is tryin to screw me Even the cops tried to sue me So what can I do, but stay true, Sippin 22's of brew And now the media is trying to test me, Got the press asking questions, tryin' to stress me Misery is all I see, thats my mind state My history with the police Would shake the crimerate My main man had two strikes slipped, Got arrested and flipped, He screamed "Thug Life!" and emptied the clip, Got tired of running from the police... -CHORUS- Why am I fighting to live If I'm just living to fight? Why am I trying to see When there ain't nothing in sight? Why am I trying to give When no one gives me a try? Why am I dying to live If I'm just living to die? [Notorious B.I.G.] I was shocked and everything, you know what I'm sayin' But i wasn't more shocked of him dying, I was more shocked of him... (*ding*) Pac is a strong dude yo, i know dudes, You know what I'm sayin'... He is real strong, So when they was like "He got shot!", I was more like "Again?", You know what I'm sayin', He always gettin' shot or shot at, He gon' pull through this one again, Make a few records about it, And it's gonna be over, you know what I'm sayin'? But when he, when he died, i was like "Whoa!" You know what I'm sayin', it kinda took me by... And even though we was going through our drama, I would never wish death on nobody, You know what I'm sayin'... Cause there ani't no coming back from that! Etiketler: 2pac tupac shakur notorious big biggie runnin |
Tupac - To Live And Die In L.A.
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Tupac - To Live And Die In L.A. [Verse 1] To live and die in LA Where everyday we try a fatten' our pockets Us niggas' hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it Everybody got their own thang currency chasin' World-wide through the hard times, worrying faces Shed tears as we bury niggas' close to heart What was a friend now a ghost in the dark Cold hearted bout it my nigga got smoked by a fiend Trying to floss on em' Blind to a broken man's dream A hard lesson Court cases keep me guessin' Plea bargain ain't an option now so I'm stessin' Cost me more to be free than a life in the penn Making money off a cuss words, writing again Learn how to think ahead so I fight with my pen Late night down Sunset like in a scene What's the worst they could do to a nigga? Got me lost in hell To live and die in LA On bail My angels sing ... Chorus 2x To live and die in LA, it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it Where everybody wanna see [Verse 2] It's the city of angels and constant danger South Central LA Can't get no stranger Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb Watching the ghetto bird helicopters I observe So many niggas' getting 3 strikes tossed in jail So where's the Penn? Right across from hell I can't cry cause it's on now I'm just a nigga on his own now Living life thug style So I can't smile Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures Thinking Cali just mine and bitches Hahaha Better learn about the dress code B's and C's All them other niggas copycats These is G's I love Cali like I love woman Cause every nigga in LA Gotta little bit of thug in em' We might fight with each other But I promise you this We'll burn this bitch down get us pissed To live and die in LA Chorus 2x To live and die in LA, it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it Where everybody wanna see [Verse 3] What would be LA with out Mexicans Black love brown pride in the sets again Pete Wilson trying to see us all broke among some old shit Out for everything they owe Remember K day Weekends Crenshaw MLK Automatics rang free, niggas' lost their way Gang signs being shown, nigga love your hood But recognize when it's all good Where the weed at? Niggas getting shermed out Snoop Dogg in this motherfucker burned out M-O-B Big Suge in the lo-lo bounce and turn Dogg Pound in the Lex With an ounce to burn Got them watts niggas with me, O-F-T-B They got some hash took a stash left the rest for me Neckbone, Dreray, Ron too Big Rock got knocked but this one's for you I hit the studio and drop a jewel hoping it pay Getting high watching time fly To live and die in LA Chorus 2x To live and die in LA, it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it Where everybody wanna see Etiketler: 2pac tupac shakur la |
Tupac - Troublesome 96 ( Uncensored)
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Tupac - Troublesome 96 ( Uncensored) Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon making niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections can you picture my specific plan to be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned scams are plotted over grams and rocks when undercover agents die by the random shots we all die in the end, so the feds we swore I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata got me a dog get nigga Mobb bitch nigga eata what could they do to me that little brat shit them niggas shot me and still terrified, I'll get their ass how can I show you how I feel inside we outlawz motherfuckas can't kill my pride niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after im gone cause they fear me in physical form let it be known I'm troublesome (chorus) tra la la la la la all ya niggas die (several times) trouble shit gutter ways my mentality is ghetto we're guerillas in this criminal war, we all rebels death before dishonor bet on bomb on them first niggas do we came for murder, pullin' up in a herse westside was the war cry bustin' all freely screaming fuck all ya'll niggas in Swahili pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back release me to care of my heartless strap say my name three times like Candyman bet I roll on your ass like an avalance a soul survivor, learned to get high and pull drive bys burned my folks, can't control my nine hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee picture me lettin this chump survive redin' up on his ass when I'm doped and died cause I'm troublesome (chorus) murder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme the crime rate ain't decline niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind tell me young nigga never learned a thang dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry try to warn the little nigga either stop or die mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream afraid to sleep in havin' of crazy dreams vivid pictures of my enemies and family times God to forgive me cause it's wrong but I plan to die need to take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep did the best I could, raised in insanity or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life cause I'm troublesome Etiketler: 2pac tupac shakur troublesome 96 |
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