thug It's for the neighborhood and weed spots that we love Lost souls, lost souls, nigga for my homeboys that passed on Words from the mind of a lost soul
Перевод: 2pac. Lost Souls.
down to sleep I pray the Lord my guns to keep If I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take God (?), when thugs cry, too much is hard [2Pac
me no I got MINE, FUCK THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for us Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) *repeat 2
The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for It's been nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame [Verse 1: 2Pac] Though
ft. 2pac, Snoop Dogg [somebody talkin'] Yo,Red Spider... Is that 50 Cent and Pac ready? Lemme know,holla [2pac] It's go'n be some stuff you go'n
wear a bandana You wan' wear a bandana Tupac put a cross on his back You wanna put 2 crosses on yo' back Nigga you ain't Tupac... THIS is Tupac! [2Pac
New York and every hood in the East Before I was ducking cops, gunshots, I used to be an LA Dodger, now I'm a (angel) From the city of lost souls, Impalas
pure no more And I know they got a cure for this shit We ain't rich irst we lost Eazy Then we lost Pac, Biggie got killled When this shit gon stop?
no more And I know they gotta cure for this shit, we ain't rich First we lost Eazy, then we lost Pac Biggie got killed, when this shit gon' stop? Everybody
had so much love until tha paraphernalia, you can't floss or make mill one fellow dies in his click then it's all hell Big Poppa took hot ones 2Pacalypse
You're a lost soul rollin' down the street Hustlin', scramblin', money you eat You wanna jack somebody, never look at me 'Cuz I'm like you when I'm holdin
[Intro: 2Pac] Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Rotten
family's missing you Your fans is missing you valerie's missing you Damn we missing you (It's been too long and I'm lost without you) [Verse 2:
, so he can fill plates You might get love but you still feel hate Through and chain plates, we communicate Chicago to brooklyn nigga real ones do relate (Verse 2
For Lost Time 2 Pac From A New Error Thc I Bring Terror Try To Tell Yall Cats That I'm Whole Collect Car Dust On Your Soul So I'm On Top And Still
