And a nigga like me gotta stay high Thug Luv till I die keep my prayer to the sky But I'm still in the hood smoke and fry So I beg the Lord to save
Pac and a nigga like me gotta stay high Thug Luv till i die keep my prayer to the sky but I'm still in the hood smoke and fry So I beg the lord to
thing I make up my mind to be, Like I'm gonna be a daddy whose in the mix, And I'm gonna be a husband who stays legit, And I pray that I'm an artist
I make up my mind to be, Like I'm gonna be a daddy whose in the mix, And I'm gonna be a husband who stays legit, And I pray that I'm an artist who
) She keeps them heels on high, (I love your girl) Man look at shorty roll (I love your girl) Man, look at shorty go (I love your girl) I'm sorry I got
stairways And I ask myself, why do I still pray? When will it end? And who fucking cares? I swear to God I did what I could I practically begged you, I
observe i got a pro-keds box full of layman's terms, it goes hey, peace, pray for the plagued, major relief and capacious rains, but just cuz i don't
Watch them waver so I'll always be A word-man Better than a birdman But I'll charge Won't get away W/out lodging a dollar Shall I say it again Aloud,
starry tie led me talking backwards across the waving chips i spoke fantastic, like a prophet like a piece of blood where no doors are and weary now i
this Self-destructing dance that never would've ended till I Rose, I roared aloud here I will I am. I am I will So no longer Will I Lay down Lay dead
Might be bound for the valley I don't wanna stand here All night in this bar ( dear lord ) I don't wanna stand here All night in this bar ( no shit )
) I got a partner who been gone for eleven flat And I ain't seen him since he's been gone imagine that A young nigga in the hood I grew up in Fightin'
a good camper? I heard a young thug scream "It depends what you got in the beamer" Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America Or I
pom pom curls But he never gave out his ring He was the best of the best He met the gridiron test An there ain't nothin' As American and clean He was
have the power dog-men & their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors I'm sick of dour faces Starong at me from the T.V. Tower, I want