2PAC - Still Ballin & Me Against The World | Текст песни

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Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in tha city
Tha cops is hot for me
Tha projects is full of bullets
Tha bodies is droppin'
There ain't no stoppin me
Constantly moven while maken millions
Witnessin' killins
Leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Caries tha children
Cause they're illin'
Addicted to killin'
A near appeal from tha cap pealin'
What i'm feelin'
But will they last or be blasted
Hard headed bastard
Maybe he'll listen in his casket
Tha aftermath
More bodies being buried
I'm losen my homies in a hurry
They're relocating to tha cemetary
Got me worried
Stressin'
My visions bluried
Tha question is will i live
No one in tha world loves me
I'm headed for danger
Don't trust strangers
Put one in tha chamber
Whatever i'm feelin' is anger
Don't wanna make excuses
Cause this is how it is
What's tha use
Unless we're shootin'
No one notices tha youth
It's just me against tha world baby

Now ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin
Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame
In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me?
Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga
Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch-made niggaz hit 'em up, WESTSIDE
Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz
I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these niggaz wonder by
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
Did I cry, hell nah, nigga tear I shed
for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
Niggaz still ballin

With all this extra stressin'
Tha question i wonder is after death
I feel my last breath
When will i finaly get to rest from this supression
They punish tha people that's askin questions
And those that possess
Steal from tha ones without possesions
Tha message i stress
To make it stop
Study your lessons
Don't settle for less
Even tha genius asks questions
Be gratifull for blessins
Don't ever change
Keep your essense
Tha powers in tha people and tha politics we address
Always do your best
Don't let this pressure make ya panic
And when ya get stranded
And things don't go tha way ya planed it
Dreaming of richs
In a position of makin' a difference
Polititions and hipocrites
They don't wanna listen
If i'm insane
Then tha fame ain't about ta change
It wasn't nothin' like tha game
It's just me against tha world

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