I saw you first time in a dinner hall You looked like a girl that will never fall You smiled a sweet smile as I touch your hand Never thought about that
hard to conceal Can't imagine all the pain I feel Give anything to hear half your breath (half your breath) I know you still living your life, after death
he, yo yo [I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things I do, youknowhatI'm sayin'] Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin' Go ahead Yeah! I break it down
?death or trill? Ain't no time, fuck around with crime, strap it up, sack up them dimes Chill the Mo', ??, billy dee dranking, everyday living fine Constantly
needle in, face death's sickly grin Holes are in your skin, caused by deadly pin Head starts spinning 'round, you fall down to the ground Feel your body heave, Death
best in the booth But a lot of truth is said injest And if I ever do live to be a legend I'ma die a sudden death, 5 mics in The Source Ain't holdin'
negative person don't be so sure of it I don't promote violence I just encourage it I laugh at the sight of death As I fall down a cement flight of steps
say I'm the best in the booth But a lot of truth is said in jest And if I ever do live to be a legend I'ma die a sudden death, 5 mics in The Source Ain
richer Twist the cap off the bottle I take a sip and see tomorrow Gotta make if I have to beg and borrow Reading love letters, late night, locked down
2 [Tupac] Do you want me 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
In the life we live as thugs, Everbody fuckin wit us so can't you see It's hard to be a man. Ridin wit my gun in hand. Why explain the game? Niggas ain
gotta stay paid, no doubt Day in and day out This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin to live No matter how hard you try, it's in death. You gotta
ain't live the same life but represent the same struggle Power to the real niggas death to the sucker's Money over bitches, get to know 'em for you love 'em Death
Everyday getting paid, police on my pager Straight stressing A fugitive my occupation is under question Wanted for investigation And even though i'm marked for death
you to the pleasure and the pain, you can go so far Just sell me your soul, and live the life.. (of a ghetto star) [Verse Two: Nutso] I live the life
I blame? The world seems strange at times Somewhat insane I'm hoping we can change with time I'm living blinded Searching for refinement Curse, I know death
the kid, i'll bust back for pac Ask yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here Stale down here, to many jails down here Why you act like you don't hear
dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row [Tupac sings] Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live Bye bye, I was
