Lyrics:
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
ah only human
So mi try fi hold back sometimes
But meh cruel and meh brutal
So mi walk with 2 clip
2 clip like meh 2pac
So if dem try shoot me
Mi fully
the money, now that's all that I want
She ate me for lunch, feel like 2Pac I'mma thug
Know some Crips and Bloods, Xannies, brought them drugs
Got a lot
you wack rappers hit the floor
[2pac]
How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's
Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed
at days of four instead of two.
Years seem so few (four instead of two).
Heads bent in prayer
For friends not there.
Leaving twopence
now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him
year
I represent the Biggie and 'Pac era, you gotta love me
That I know ma love me just 'cause I got a lot of money
But I love that girl too, but I
3-5-6-2-1-6-2-4-7
Aye
Wanted to be wanted, how I'm haunted by rejection
Walking through the valley, know I'm tryna get my steps in
Exercise my faith
I met an old friend this morning
And I stopped him and called him by name
I said, "The years haven't changed you
But he said, "Good Lord, how
album, what you hate me?
Arf
Said I was your dog
Said I was your nigga that let you see it all through the fog
Arrf
Said I was your mans and them
am a little dazed tonight
A little more dazed than usual my friend
And road manager George Gruel presented
Me with an album about three days ago
Called
the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care
And uh, I know they like to beat ya
don't need one
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Praline: Then I would like a statement to
That effect signed by the Lord
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
to realize
I still have two strong legs, and even wings to fly
So I, ain't a-wastin time no more
'Cause time goes by like hurricanes, and faster things
Rachell - mandolin
Recorded: Memphis May 30st 1930 # 62547-2
Victor #62547-2
Album: The Legendary 1928-1930 Recordings
Gus Cannon And His Jug Stompers
The next nigga that come play with me
I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic
They say I'm the hottest new nigga
Go check the thermometer, that nigga sick
Hah, light ya lighta Damn, I done did some messed up stuff
Rest in peace Tupac I wonder this my last weed I'ma smoke
This for all my dead homies My
keeps there by his side
Holds cherised mem'ries of broncs he used to ride
He thinks about his old friends and where they are today
Are they still living
on golden sand
Two friends
And the summer wind
Like painted skies, those days and nights
They went flying by
The world was new
Beneath the bright
myself some friends
And spent a time or two in my own home
And I have to say it now
It's been a good life all in all
It's really fine
To have
don't understand i'm misunderstood
Give Interscope two more albums
Then I'm done for good
Sold 10 million records, ain't leave the hood
It's a cold world,
bring the drinks
And I'll bring the posy
Side by side
He's always there when ya' need him
By side
One is lonely and two is boring
Think what
Blessing again to all mi DJ friend
Have a mek dem know you understand
Hard work and dedication
[Chorus]
You think a so it go no when a DJ work
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