2Pac - Grab The Mic (Ruuben Remix) | Текст песни

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[2Pac]
Nobody thought I'd make it, the World call me loser,
just a High School drop out, young drug abuser
momma told me they'll be days like this, I never listened,
spent my childhood years in my neighborhood prison
the World don't give a fuck about the kids,
I could see from the poverty and the evil shit they did,
to my young nation
participation,
more hesitation could turn lethal,
when it ain't no love for a young nigga, he turn evil
and burn people, with no hope, it's no peace
to all my niggas start regulatin' on yo streets
bustin' the neighborhood scadasense of a drug war,
there ain't no crutial negociation with Thug Lords
try conversatin', but he won't listen,
he said the World is a livin' hell for Gods children
picture 'em still in the penn, doin' life plus two,
while I'm starin' at the world thru my rear view.
[Chours]
It's clearer now, cause I'm a noted individual,
plus i'm the Don, not just a small time criminal
times have changed,
homie's died, only lives remain,massive amounts of narcotics, help me hide the pain
wishin' on a Benz, came up on a Jag,
they got me out for the crime time, reflect on the past
all my homeboys that didn't make it, for you i do it,
remember back in the days as young truents
tellin' me to beware because you care,
help me to be prepared, cemetary full of homies no longer here
but what babies, lost and watchin' burgulars,
too dumb to be a dealer, too young to be a murderer
I'm beggin' you God, don't make they lives too hard,
they already scared, too doped up to see the stars
we livin' to die,
everybodys high plus I'm high too,staring at the world thru my rear view Uhh!

[Chours]

Pictures of plenty, handle a semi, sip a Henny,
I hustle for pennies, know my own fear my many
I watched and took notes as a child,
I stradegized,witnessin' crack dealin', and drug killin', they scattered lives
niggas don't know me but they think,
that we could be closer then homies, nigga you phony so quit buying tricks
mind on my money and funny about my currency,
niggas don't wanna see me shootin',but they ain't buryin' me
livin' to tell, prison is hell for a nigga,
they using my bail, to put bigger jails for a nigga
Father I'm fillin' tired, forgive me cause I'm a sinner,
livin' life as a thug, while duckin' cops and the criminals
homies is dead, buried, past times are gone,
you ask why I drink liquor, cause my mind is gone
and if I die, then let me watch what we been thru,
staring at the world thru my rear view Uhh!

Thug Life! West Side! Death Row! Outlaw!