What is he thinkin'? I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin' Starin' straight and not blinkin' He's not givin' anythin' away What is he thinkin'? What
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away What is he thinking? I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin' Staring straight and not blinking He's not giving anything away What is he thinking
screams was average noise. Hip-Hop came, the ghetto copped the soundtrack. Street poetry to tracks, could you beat that? Malik Taylor introduced it to me. He
on when I count that cash I give em the squares he give me the bag I give em the squares he give me the cash And that's what the fuck a call an even
what you tell em And then da witness that they had to ?? was lyin there dead Shot in da street all red Wit two shots to his head Cause he was workin
boundaries You about to catch a cold, STAY THE FUCK AROUND FROM ME Ya peeps talkin 'bout what kinda shits he on You disappear like "POOF, BITCH BE GONE" You think
my mother said "I don't know what the fuck's up with this kid! The bastard won't even eat nothing he's fed He just hung himself in the bedroom he's
cope with everyday life, Who lives in a little house, That was built, in the middle of the street. "Hey, Mom! Tupac's on the juke box, so what he shot
the radio, but I think I did Janet, is that a breast? I think I just saw a tit! Psyche, I joke, I joke, I kid, I kid I don't think my joke is working
plate And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away And not say what I got to say What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack
he don't care He's a problem child And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about His fuckin' dad walkin' out Cause he just hates him so
Probably sayin, "He ain't a killer", but I'm killin myself Smoke death, fuck bitches raw, on the kitchen floor So think what I'ma do to you, have done
underground just spunned around and did a 360 Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies "Oh, he just did some shit with Missy, so now he thinks he
cos this sh-ts getting embarrassing, the fog is thickening the air is thin, cos he wont even let them try to breathe, da da di di da di dee, he makes
I live it Give a fuck? i don't know what a fuck is to give it Yeah I don't think this guy is well.. I'm high as hell I'll beat you with a live cat when
and smoked rock Takin drugs is cool, that's why I buy 'em Shoot 'em up my ass, let your little brother try 'em Ten years is what I'm facin Police
[Dominique] Street Science, you're on the air *static* What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? *static* [Man Responds] I love Tupac
