Lyrics:
Burning, a funeral pyre
Burning, into the fire
Burning, a funeral pyre
Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame,
Their God a 'God of Mercy' yet
Feuding and fussing and a-fighting
Sometimes it gets to be exciting
Don't like them ornery neighbors down by the creek
We'll be plumb out
2Pac rest in peace man
We got this man, 2004 shit man
This shit from the heart ya'll
Huh, I wish the best for my enemies
Brrrraaaaa-a ahhh
wrecked on a crew if they diss
Cause 2Pac and Foxxx'll die for this
I don't GO for it, never have and never will
I call shots for my crew
If you step you
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road horizons change
The tournament's begun
The purple piper plays his tune
sister's hair on fire
And as the smoke and flame rose higher
Danced around the funeral pyre
Playin' a violin-olin
Playin' a violin
She weighted her
I'm a Bad boy wid it like Shyne with a Y
But I'd rather listen to 2pac
Cause that's my guy
Loyalty makes us trust
But you see the pain when you look
we first met
It was on a Friday night
We spent two lovely hours together
And the world seemed all right
I'm beggin' you, baby, please stop that
I was late for work
Had to pull to the side
While a funeral train of cars drove by
With their lights on
It was just my luck
It went
We gather here today, to honor the memory of a poor boy, from a depraved background, who proved what can be attained by tuning his guitar down to D.
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter
With the rest to gather, my cold killer
It's "Me Against the World" like 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready
Picture Me Rollin'
Mane I bet y'all brothers hatin
I'm on my grind
cnd I ain't worried bout no hater
I see the eyes on me
cll Eyes on Me
Like 2Pac
fucking drilling in your dead soul (woah oh)
I lost my mind, yeah
So I made y'all's mine, yeah
Two souls and a dance with the de-
Only one comin'
and she swallow semen
I'm probably the realest breathin' under 25
I'm the finest, 2Pac Shakur if he didn't die
From the side where hammers is hereditary
We'll hoist a hand, becalmed upon a troubled sea
'Make haste to your funeral,' cries the Valkyrie
We'll hoist a hand or drown amidst this stormy
There's a land that is fairer than day
And by faith we can see it afar
For the Father waits over the way
To prepare us a dwelling place there
On yo' block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
and the President is in too
I hear Tu-Pac sayin', "Watch em they'll kill you"
Sippin' Thug Passion, scrub actin like he feel you
Steady plottin', ready or not;
a stray bird and the road was his callin'
Ridin' the rods
Sleepin' under the stars
Playin' the odds from a rollin' box car
She attended the funeral in
riding through the woods and took her by the hand"
The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future
Children go where I send thee
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee two by two
Two by Paul and Silas
One by the little bitty baby
Born,
and Dr. Dre is at the do???/ It???s the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P/D O double G Y D O double G, ya see???
2Pac feat. Dr. Dre ???
We put up our tent on a dark
green knoll, outside of town by
the train tracks and a seagull dump
Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel
and her
Business as usual starts with the sound
Of another damn funeral march through the town
One less for St Nicholas
There's nothing as vile
Or as sad
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