they keep on jamming my songs A military minded motherfucker gone In case I don't make it, I wanna tell my people I love em Wish I could jump up out my
to get where I started Out of my product, the plot of my problem Got off my bottom, to talk to my father My ceiling is ending, my ending is finished These
chaaamber they must be Out of their minds if they're trying to take my bitch from me I won't be taken, releasing shots from my gun Ain't the one to get
and I got buzzed Out of frustration came aggravation Depression coming down in my mind Kept a nigga confused and straight crying Dying, from sweet sticks in line Throwed off in my my mind
That young boy without a name I'd know his face. In this city the kid's my favorite. I've seen him. I see him every day. Seen him run outside looking
House, I hope you comfortable cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless and young
thug; thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day) Young Kadafi in this bi**h, set it off ni**a.. What? [Kadafi] I do my shootin's on a knob, prayin to God
me my world is in peace, but nigga your lying Cause half of my niggas, long gone, buried in the dirt just for trying Sometimes I think my block is
the niggaz in my younger days So many changed on me, so many tried to plot That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop? Til God return me to my
to feed my fuckin' family, what else could I do But be a thug Out slangin' with the homies Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club Got my mind on danger
burn my will when I go Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew Smoke a blunt for me too,
who screams in the dark Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim Some
Nation, young, black and dangerous by far, Young nation just trying to get this [Verse 1: 2pac] Murderous mind state, Can't keep my nine straight, Sippin
motivate ya My mind set on grind my mental set on the paper 62 hours and countin' and I'm still awake And they slippin' me sleepin' pills wit' the will
125 while im peepin out hotties and they seduce my Jimmy I'll be screamin gimmie body Make em all scream my name out gimmie my props and don't ya love
the truth I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot Ran out of endo and my mind can't take the stress, I'm out of breath Make me wanna kill my damn