from the mountain And the kings all became slaves On the day That my Lord came The fire split the beams, the wall's comin' down The day my Lord came
the mountain And the kings all became slaves On the day That my lord came The fire split the beams The wall's coming down The day my lord came The
from the mountain And the kings all became slaves On the day That my lord came The fire split the beams The wall's coming down The day my lord came
keep a pistol, by my side But it don't matter if I'm strapped, I'm still gonna die Whether I'm evil or good, in the suburbs or the hood death is coming
got me weavin and bobbin, homies are bein murdered by lieutenants and seargants, life's weeds were rooted just as soon as we harvest searchin' for sunshine, suffocated by
of time, too many of my people dying [Z-Ro] Day by day it's more impossible, to hold on I'm going head up with the shadow of death, and getting stole
mornin And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug Tell me will my ni**az mourn me? Gettin blowed out High, watch me murder the bird, before he
females strapped, no f**kin from the back I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right? Passed by while these niggaz wonder by I got
death around the corner [Chorus] (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death
death follows me But I murder him first And worse yet With each breathe Steps I take Breathless Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish
remain true Muthafuckers still ballin' [Verse 3: Tupac] Now everybody wanna see us dead Two murdered on the front page shot to death bullet's to
the same night My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right The club be poppin so I'm stoppin at the Fat Burger Look through the paper it's another black crack murder
me crooked in all 50 states I'm screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, ain't no thang We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang We claim mob, M
there's no shortage on G's I'm tellin you now, you motherfuckers don't know me "Only fear of death.." "You ghetto niggaz" "Only fear of death is comin
me a number of less fortunate rappers have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row records