[Tupac Talking] They cuttin off welfare Think they crime is risin' now You got whites killin blacks Cops killin blacks And blacks killin blacks Shit just
the world no different from a cell [Esoteric] Boarding the plane, my brains borderline insane Train of thought out of wack as I creep around the back of the jet
never am I stained black, jet black Now walk away and flee into Hell, take away and bleed my heart I do my blood-red sigh I can feel your hate of death
time on a murder yet Cos I relax and back, do a job and jet Yo I know you understand my flow So here we go with Death Row Come let a motherfucker know
let me tell you what I'm worth More than a Stealth bomber, I cause drama The enforcer, music floats like a flyin saucer Or a 747 jet, never forget I'
the bad bitch on some other type stuff Knockin' those out ruff who try to inflatrate Word born you might as conplitulate I freak the funk roll the skunk when I come in Jet black
technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit This is a un-usual musical I conductin You lookin at the black
wayyyyyyy) I did it my way -- Hovi baby! Momma's youngest and strongest, survived summers like saunas Mastered a corner like Deion in his uniform Pop hurtin assertive, flirted with death
I get p-ssy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
and ass, call that bitch triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death Top down, it's upset
where the D's at It's slow, lookin for Rambo, the cop who got grazed Back in the days, chasin niggaz through my project maze That cop he got a death
trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black I'm livin where the nights is jet black The fiends
'll be damned if this ain't some shit Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet black ninja Comin
It was me and my monkey Him with his dungarees and rollerblades Smoking filter tips reclining in the passenger seat of my supercharged jet black Chevrolet
sky It carries the world between hello and goodbye Like the Monday we met, that disappeared in a breath Like the Sunday she left, forever smellin' of death Another jet black
match, I'm in a death trap I'm tryna find out where the eggs in the nest at I'm one blood when the sky turns jet black No love in the world can correct
And the boy that smiled and the girl he went with And in my eyes too A waving craziness splitting them into the jet stream of a black bird Wit his ass
