Some stories ring so true, a reality hitting deep Some stories ring so true, putting life in perspective She knew what she would encounter Knowing what
worse than death But there's still time left Stop putting your conscience on cease And bring about some type of peace Not only in your heart, but also in your
rough until life is a blur. I suit you the way that 'chu want. Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. It caught me the way that 'chu want. ("Uh,
inside you that wants to escape It's a feeling you get when you can't find your way So how many times must you fall to your knees Never, never, never
new 'Pac y'all [Chorus: Ashanti] Pac's life (Everybody need's to chill) Everybody talking about Pac's life (It's Tupac the king) What do you know about Pac's life
they bless my bed Hope they bless me the righteous way Got a homie locked down Outta town I sent him a kite today Man that hate in your heart you gotta
young and stupid The way you like it Come on baby help me Someone to confide in I'll get inside you Now you're begging me to stay My life has changed
live your life Live life the way that you want Do what you wanna do Where the fuck you wanna do it Try hard to live your life Live life the way that
For so long I was deceived Enslaved by these chains Blinded to Your forgiveness If only I knew Your love Giving Your life to save me from this pain Broken
scattered again, I'm feelin' so low You waste your breath while fuckin' with me, my blood is so cold My destination always unknown, I'll find my way
said I'm in your place And then you draw bad card - A-make you draw bad card, And then you draw bad card. Propaganda spreading over my name; Say you wanna bring another life to shame
your ass right out of my house" ) Get outta my way stressing me out momma get outta my way you and your man can go live at your place (it's your life
watch me shine. I know the seven sign. I’m rich, and still life is a bitch. Losin’ snitch like camey fake beggar. Jim baker. I take you’re life like the
put a lock on your clik Your style is past tense Hold on, Hold on You just started rappin Ever since you heard the shit We fuckin wit it's platinum Slow your
put a lock on your clik Your style is past tense Hold on, hold on You just started rappin Ever since you heard the shit We fuckin wit it’s platinum Slow your
it Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it Shame on your label, for
Peeped your gat, jammed tight, ross your lookin to riff (what the fuck? ) Qb’s type shit, cause we runnin your clique See me in the drop, with your six
