alone OUR PRIDE! OUR REALM,OUR HOME! This thing of ours, we gave it life Made through struggle of all our own A place to call home, our realm all
t even speak to you, nevermind fucked you Ya' hood sayin' don't come back Step foot in here, and they gon' put you where you won't come back Dog, how
ya But it took time to get from the back seat to the passenger We been creepin and sneakin Just to keep it from leakin We so deep in our freakin That
(Ay yo Josh Ay yo where the fuck you at man? What you mean you on your way yo Our session was at 9 it's fuckin' 11 I'm out here, blow smokin L's Waitin
m in love and that's a well known fact Like, yeah she know what she doing If a nigga chillin' with a stripper then he never go back home She got eyes
gifts and flowers lay upon the lid of pink silk above your face tears make a river of diamonds in the dark our daddy breaks down at the funeral home flies
raw With a pistol on his right side, and one in his back I-10 again and again, from running that crack Girlfriend kept complaining, cause he never at home
Gun Sitting in the back of the car, I just can't cope Everybody is a suspect, even if you don't bust I'ma bust back We down to ride and, all you little
this sure I can't take no more we'll mask together, wrecking the stage together We shine together, we ride forever, pull back in the shop together Step
clock Wake up nigga [Z-Ro] Lord forgive us for sinning, give us this day and our daily bread Cause if a nigga don't call you back when you beep him,
ability to make a team So ya better come hard, and come correct Cause every weak rhyme ya bring, I will reject So go back home and learn to write But don't come back
are we to say who lives and die Breathes and stops All this judgement on other lives Needs to stop What are we livin' for Givin' more back than takin
[DJ Quik] Hey Pac, it's yo boy Hey man so far I've been listening to your album and I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beady to
home) Ha..ppy.. home.. (finally got to live the good life, inside a happy home) Ha..ppy.. home.. (turn this house into a happy home) Ha..ppy.. home.. [2Pac] Happy home
let 'em bleed tomorrow In time, they grip a nine, sippin wine - hit grass 'til I be starin watch the parents sacrifice they child The love's gone, a thug's home
and my mack get our groove on Don't get moved on Cause I shoot through your bicepts your tricepts Then breeze through ya projects When the coke come back
If u ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampax Come up swinging at you thugs aflac Then I fall in the sway back may back See I'm back for da money like