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Albums:

Runnin' (Dying to Live] (The Notorious B.I.G.) · Runnin' (Dying to Live) (The Notorious B.I.G.) · Runnin' (Dying to Live) (The Notorious B.I.G.) · Runnin' Hot, Runnin' Empty (Ron Teamer) · 2Pac Live (2Pac) · 2Pac Live [Clean] (2Pac) · 2Pac Live (2Pac) · The Best of 2Pac, Pt. 2: Life (2Pac) · The Best of 2Pac, Pt. 1: Thug (2Pac) · The Best of 2Pac, Pt. 1: Thug [Clean] (2Pac) – and 90 other albums »


direction that left me in true shock
Like when 2Pac got shot
The whammy
I drop my secrete scripts of the uncanny
Broadcastin' live and direct throughout
the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We bring on horror like Tales From
like just hit the rock bottom
I've got problems, now everybody on my block's got em
I'm screaming like them two cops when 2Pac shot em
Holding 2 Glocks,
begging me
You know what you should've capped like 2pac with a glock
They're deadly, better not upset my thug mentality sucker
You know you done fucked
you could just fly?
Is it nine-one-one or nine-eleven?
2Pac can you tell me if there's thugs in Heaven?
And a one-eighty-seven is a thing of the past
My shit rock like 2Pac or Os on a ghetto stove
My flows will leave 'em weak, you see the rose petals blow
Gun smoke settles slow when I blow the cold
fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die
The faces of death
Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next?
Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword
If you mothafuckers want Shady
{Background:
And ja said he shall be the lost begotten seed of 2pac
To lead this industry into the ways of the man
Glocks and bombers, box full of rock launchers
Optic lasers, 2Pac tapes and box cutters
I ain't playing with none of you cocksuckers
Make whores stop in
of their hand, they'll make you burn

We know we crossed the line
Cursed by the spell, runnin' out of time
Sending shivers down the spine
Only time will
left
They told us, none left, no
My people just tryna' get by
But the devil all in the way
We're just tryna' live right
But the devil all in the way
trying
Try to grind it out these streets we live
And I'm not dying

My souls payable on death, home grown out the west
My words be leapin' from
monster

He talks to ya like he's alive
And when he talks like bees to a hive
The people come runnin, the older and the young'in
The place he lives in is
tell ya how it is man
You got close and you realize what it is
We fighting each other in the streets of each
And you live and learn day by day
It
imbecile, is it fake, is it real
Are we dying on our feet, are we trying in our sleep
There's a rumour goin' 'round, 'bout the suits runnin' town
If you
live
You know
I'ma y'all young niggas some advice
Don't get greedy nigga
Get what you came for
To many niggas dying 
Trying to prove something to another
Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow
Fifth out, runnin' up in Saks with the ill army
Shake feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said
Lay on ya hands,
to me Christ 'cause you will?
By his mind put you right where I live
Eternal nights the lights are in hell
Soldiers eyes were all blinded by shells
You
real
Are we dying on our feet, are we trying in our sleep
There's a rumour goin' 'round, 'bout the suits runnin' town
If you look into the sky, them
real
Are we dying on our feet, are we trying in our sleep
There's a rumour goin' 'round, 'bout the suits runnin' town
If you look into the sky, them
ghetto child runnin' wild 
shed tears trough years made it hard to smile 
imagine homies dying while you're standin' right there 
my reality's your
hard and hoes ain't free, believe me 
Ask them real G's dying in the penetentiary 
Old and cold, ain't no love in the steel cage 
It's all about your
droppin' by, to say hi
There ain't nobody, that's caring whether I live or die
I have nobody, to tell about, my growing angers
I have nobody, to tell
Intro: Syke

If I die right now there somethings I want to say
Don't plan for the future cause the future is today
Live ya life like ya dying, cause
ghetto child runnin' wild 
shed tears trough years made it hard to smile 
imagine homies dying while you're standin' right there 
my reality's your