Some drugged up gangstas with some bad intentions
Some loaded up guns with 2pac blastin
A white toyota quarter tank wheels rollin
Shit thats the perfect combination
Perfect combination for some bodies to be droppin
So we made a right and a left and another right
Stole some shit from a fuck’s house what a lucky night
Im fourteen with some crazy dreams
They wanna see me in the cemetery buried
But i aint worried
When i think abt my dead homies my vision gets blurried
I dont think imma pass twenty five
Im twenty four seven fuck nine to five
People are stupid they even think pac’s alive
I dont give a fuck who you are
I dont give two shits if you hobo or rapstar
Imma let yall hate me until you get bored
Come out blastin kickin down the door
Running from the cops when they pass by.Dont ask why.Im a playa till my ass die.Even when i cry.I never trust these fakes at all
Fuckin' with them mark ass bitches they’re supposed to fall.Im always here so just give me a call.
im 4ball so crown me the king copped a bling and an iced out ring im with 2pac with a gat and a lakers hat Fuck tha all yall muhfuckas cant step to this 2pac here you go mehn
Outlaw!
"Murder, murder, my mind state," shit ain't changed
Since my last rhyme; the crime rate ain't decline
Niggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind
Like 25 to life never crossed they mind
Tell me young nigga never learned a thang
Dead at thirteen ‘cause he yearned to bang
Sent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry?
Tried to warn the little nigga, "Either stop or die."
Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream
Afraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams
Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times
God forgive me ‘cause it's wrong, but I plan to die
Either take me in Heaven and understand I was a G
Did the best I could, raised in insanity
Or send me to Hell, ‘cause I ain't beggin' for my life
Ain't nothin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life
I'm troublesome
La la la la, la, la
La, la-la la, lahhh
Bye bye, bye bye
All you niggas die
Some loaded up guns with 2pac blastin
A white toyota quarter tank wheels rollin
Shit thats the perfect combination
Perfect combination for some bodies to be droppin
So we made a right and a left and another right
Stole some shit from a fuck’s house what a lucky night
Im fourteen with some crazy dreams
They wanna see me in the cemetery buried
But i aint worried
When i think abt my dead homies my vision gets blurried
I dont think imma pass twenty five
Im twenty four seven fuck nine to five
People are stupid they even think pac’s alive
I dont give a fuck who you are
I dont give two shits if you hobo or rapstar
Imma let yall hate me until you get bored
Come out blastin kickin down the door
Running from the cops when they pass by.Dont ask why.Im a playa till my ass die.Even when i cry.I never trust these fakes at all
Fuckin' with them mark ass bitches they’re supposed to fall.Im always here so just give me a call.
im 4ball so crown me the king copped a bling and an iced out ring im with 2pac with a gat and a lakers hat Fuck tha all yall muhfuckas cant step to this 2pac here you go mehn
Outlaw!
"Murder, murder, my mind state," shit ain't changed
Since my last rhyme; the crime rate ain't decline
Niggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind
Like 25 to life never crossed they mind
Tell me young nigga never learned a thang
Dead at thirteen ‘cause he yearned to bang
Sent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry?
Tried to warn the little nigga, "Either stop or die."
Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream
Afraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams
Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times
God forgive me ‘cause it's wrong, but I plan to die
Either take me in Heaven and understand I was a G
Did the best I could, raised in insanity
Or send me to Hell, ‘cause I ain't beggin' for my life
Ain't nothin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life
I'm troublesome
La la la la, la, la
La, la-la la, lahhh
Bye bye, bye bye
All you niggas die
Father Son (A Capella)- 4ball ft.2pac | |
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