2pac & Mobb Deep Feat Nass & Obie Trice - 3 Messages | Текст песни

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2Pac (Who Do U Believe In):
I see mothers in black cryin, brothers in packs dyin
Plus everybody’s high, too doped up to ask why
Watchin our own downfall, witness the end
It’s like we don’t believe in God cause we livin in sin
I asked my homie on the block why he strapped, he laughed
Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast
It’s just another murder, nobody mourns no more
My tear drops gettin bigger but can’t figure what I’m cryin for
Is it the miniature caskets, little babies
Victims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy
Maybe it’s just the drugs, visions of how the block was
Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us
Perhaps the underlyin fact they hide explain genocide
It’s when we ride on our own kind
What is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror
We can’t escape fate, the end is gettin nearer

Mobb Deep (Skook Ones):
You’re all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told
It ain’t nuttin really, ay yo dun, fuck the Philly
You’re all alone in this streets, cousin
Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin
Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too

Nas (Fugees – If I Rule The World):
Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassin
Imagine going to court with no trial
Lifestyle cruising blue behind my waters
No welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughters
Days are shorter, nights are colder
Feeling like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra
The world’s hot my son got not evidently
It’s elementary, they want us all gone eventually
Trooping out of state for a plate knowledge
Of coke was cooked without the garbage we’d all have the top dollars
Imagine everybody flashin, fashion
Designer clothes, lacing your click up with diamond vogues
Your people holdin dough, no parole
No rubbers, go in raw imagine law with no undercovers
Just some thoughts for the mind
I take a glimpse into the time
Watch the blimp read “The world is mine”

Mobb Deep (Skook Ones):
You’re all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told
It ain’t nuttin really, ay yo dun, fuck the Philly
You’re all alone in this streets, cousin
Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin
Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too

Obie Trice (Shit Hits The Fan):
They say why don’t we increase the peace
The only peace increased is that which deletes your peeps
Cuz niggaz run mouths but they don’t run streets
Till that 4 5 will cease the speech
Yeah it’s a shame how we beef’ll creep
Could’ve reached the peep, now you’re left with a horrible leak
I’m tryin to be as bleak with my speech as possible
Just in case a nigga tryin to throw me an obstacle
Nigga, I’m not boxin you, I’m hospitable
I put you in a hospital, that’s how I get at you
Let the doc op on you, he don’t rid you
You back on the streets I send another hit at you
This is not a hypocritical issue
I will critical condition your tissue
Give a fuck if all ten of them wit you
I throw an extra ten of them missiles
Turn gangstas into gentlemen vicko

Mobb Deep (Skook Ones):
You’re all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told
It ain’t nuttin really, ay yo dun, fuck the Philly
You’re all alone in this streets, cousin
Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin
Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too

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