re scratching They're saying that I'm awful and disgusting and vulgar This is murder... no it's not This is murder... no it's not This is murder (
Traduction: Le jour d'avant. This Is Assassiner.
l and nas hits I tell em watch this, start spittin out rockets Light a beat up like some fiber optics Pause... you ain't seen this yet kid Ressurectin this
Every mornin' I wake up I start my day off wrong, Firin' up that kush before I even put my clothes on. Load my Glock .40 before I even wash my face, I
So I'm makin out another commissary list, Stamped envelopes, soups, oatmeal and tuna fish. Soda, candy, cool offs, coffee is as close to codeine as I can get it, Hopin this
Yes son, and just to see another day it's a blessing So I keep a weapon, my [Hook] [Z-Ro:] Is it me glock 40, bump-bump-bump-bump nope Is it me 45,
how we live is selling crack How we live is kicking doors, how we live is pimping whores How we live is what we do, so we don't live like this no more
Everyday is like a rehearsal, that's prepping me for death I think I'm ready, because this world ain't no friend of mine Only thing I qualify for, is murder
before my bitch, I'm jealous as I service my beam A murdering team, forgive me for my sins O'Lord But I'm trying to make it, cause this ghetto life is
give us this day and our daily bread Cause if a nigga don't call you back when you beep him, he might be dead Look at this world we living in, everybody
come down rain Nothing but revenge to keep me sane, it ain't nothing like pain Cause when I squeeze it then you bleed, satisfaction is guaranteed Black hearted ever since the first murder, off precious is
is right But it's hard to focus when killers try to murder me every night I guess this life is really hard now, fiending for the day that this war stops
had a nine, but his wasn't as fast as mine I heard the phone ring, should I answer? This is gettin' serious as terminal cancer And that is the final
[Chorus: 2Pac and harmonizing vocals repeat 2X] Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on judgment day It ain't me, I was raised this way
You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught
Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for It's been nothing but pain Stuck in this
