crazy motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window with that fuckin' AK all day You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't, you don't do a goddamn
me, till they kill me I love it when they fear me - [Chorus] [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me! "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear
the car (Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin at it It ain't even that deep baby) You don't have to worry you
good thing Wouldn't stop it if we could It's a hood thing And now i'm like a major threat 'Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget Bring
'em come step to a real mutha-fucker [Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckers Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked Where was you when
my early teens but I'm drop that note, grab me under sixteen you can bring all the niggaz you want to bring hey! I thought you were running things all you
ever single in the future And you want to come visit me in california I would be open to spending time with you And finding out how old you were when you
'll leave this scar A smoking gun in hand, now don't you realize what you've done Put a bullet in his back, your hero since you were so young How could you kill
you in guidance. We knew that time would kill us, but you're still so close to me. To me you were my life. To me you were my soul companion. Now you
cry I will suffer for so long (What will you do, not long enough) To make it up to you (I pray to God that you do) I'll do whatever you want me to do
Young life, too young, who's eyes are choking, Can't rest, can't sleep, for dreams that set you Falling. Don't feel the hunger, can't drink no holy water
"Twas down in Mississippi no so long ago, When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door. This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still
Don't run back inside, darling you know just what I'm here for So you're scared and you're thinking That maybe we ain't that young anymore Show a little
