[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 drama (Kill you bitch!) Could it be they don't know that they fuckin' wit a G? (Rat-a-tat) I'm goin' to sleep but wit my eyes open I'm gettin' high and I pray that when I go, I can die smokin' Go to the funeral, My homie's dead, he passed away Got caught up in the wrong place, got blasted hey It's just anotha part of bein' black It ain't no thang, but if you slang, then you better watch yo back Cause these motherfuckers love to see you gone You gotta stay strong, young brother, cause it's on And i'll be slangin' these thangs till the break of dawn Gotta make my ends, then it's time to take it home I got some hoochies on my pager It's major, Let me play her like a game of fuckin' SEGA (Beep Beep) It's time to wake up, 2 in the mornin' You gotta leave, gots to sleep by myself, Cause I'm a G It's time to say goodbye, I gots to get my strap I was raised in the gutter now I can't turn back, haha
[Chorus: 2Pac] It seems I can't turn back (can't turn back) They want me to change And now I can't turn back (I know y'all looking at me crazy but uh) It seems I can't turn back They want me to change But now, I can't turn back
[Verse 2: Young AKayser (of Blackjack)] I got 30 homies dirty mackin', jealous cause I'm stackin' I stay tackin', packin' heat in case these niggas get to actin' Too sheisty, shorty y'all get foggy and wanna leak Or get restless tryna test this, get they ass put to sleep (pow) I'm playin' for keeps, and if a life ain't no turnin' back I'mma keep hustlin' as long as dope fiends keep burnin' crack No love for these bitches cause when you down and out, they backs turn Now dig em and ditch em, be about my riches, sip my liquor, And let my sack burn Can't let these funky cock hoes destroy me Only quality time I'm spending is on these blocks that employ me These punk-ass cops annoy me, playa hatin' on my cash got Me bailin' through them gusto throwin' my sack and strappin' the stash box Tryin' to crash my spot, tryin' to stop a nigga from earnin' stacks To hustle's all I know so it ain't really no turnin' back
[Chorus : 2Pac] I can't turn back They sayin' I'm crazy I can't turn back I won't quit I can't turn back They want me to stop But yo, I can't turn back
[Verse 3: Spice 1] Comin' up off a clip, So nigga don't trip, It's the S-P-I When I step onto ya shit, nigga, Ya quick to die So take this slug to ya chest cause then I'm turnin' back Reason the ghetto smoke a motherfucker slangin' crack I put my finger on trigger and he was rolled up He was the key to me gettin' my spizzot sowed up So now I'm runnin' like a motherfuckin' fugitive And all I carry is memories of how I used to live
[Verse 4: 2Pac] Every time I wake up, I hit the floor and thank the lord I don't know what I'm livin' for, I'm runnin' out the back door Ain't nothin' nice in my life, I ask my nigga Spice (What's up, Nigga) Don't wanna die, am I livin' right? I hit the corner smokin' weed and drinkin' hennessy Will I be sober enough to see my enemies? And if I do, will I empty my clip or will I trip? Cause I ain't givin' up for shit, I can't turn back
[Chorus: 2Pac] I can't turn back They want me to quit But yo, I can't turn back They sayin' I'm crazy I can't turn back They want me to quit But yo, I can't turn back I can't turn back They want me to quit But yo, I can't turn back I'm still thuggin' I can't turn back They want me to quit But yo, I can't turn back