of history. I could be destined to fade away like so many before me But as long as my heart keeps beating. I still can't stop screaming. Silence. Is
in this universe You're likely to get shot at birth!... So I can rap quench my thirst I don't even hear verses no more I hear jerkin' off, punks with
city in this universe You're likely to get shot at birth So how could rap quench my thirst? ! I don't even hear verses no more! I hear jerkin' off punks
you so anti don't I matter (You punk b*tch!) You so anti don't I matter (what!) You so you so anti don't I matter (You punk b*tch!) [Verse 1] Kay, what
-spaz if you want to, spaz if you want to [Verse 2: Shay] I'm a little teapot blowin off steam You put me on the heat, I don't whistle I scream Bang,
, I'm gon' be a fuckin problem Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker? Real live black... ghosts Feel me? [Verse One: 2Pac] Some say I'm crazy, these punk
uhh Holla if ya hear me, yeah! [Verse One] Here we go, turn it up, let's start From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks And the punk police
one to the whole 'nother level gutter style Thug style You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G We ain't dead yet, feel me!! Verse 1 I got
] The blind stares of a million pairs of eyes lookin' hard but won't realize that they will never see the P (You must be goin' blind) [Verse
Keepin it real Verse One: 2Pac I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone
judge me, is that right? [synth voice] Only God can judge me now Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else All you other motherfuckers get out my business [Verse
(feat. Spice 1) [Verse 1: 2Pac] It seems I can't turn back I'm walkin round strapped can't sleep, My enemies want me gat Call my mama and they scream
me not buy an album when they say it was whack [Kuniva] I walk in that party and just start bussin' {*gunshots and screaming*} Right after I hear the last verse
you pimps) Nigger we all se you (You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps) We working you mother fuckar Gangster, gangster, gangster [Verse 1] [
it out, it's fucked up, and I don't see either one of us budging [Verse] I'm withholding my anger Though I'd like to be the strangler Of this punk ass
