Lyrics:
how may we do,
For to preserve this day,
This poor Youngling for whom we sing,
By, by, lully, lullay.
Herod the King, in his raging,
Charged he
Johnny Walker sat
At a table in a bar
Minding his own affairs
Drinking his namesake
Over the rocks
He was drunk
Too drunk to care
When
I left the four lane highway took a blacktop seven miles
Down by the old country school I went to as a child
Two miles down a gravel road I could
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart
Every mother will cry
[Chorus x2]
Keep your eyes on your enemies, and watch your friends
Put your life in your own hands, or your life will end
to his own city
So Joseph also went
With his lady innocent
With his lady innocent
The lions in the mountains
Let them pass and followed
Close by
a bitch
I'll dare ya ass to try to run that 2PAC shit
I goes high-ho silver like the fuckin' Moan Ranger
Playin' here's out my dick inside a total
corner riding with him ha Ha
All they see is black venom
Then my silhouette
Just watch the fear reappear in they
Eyes when I hit the set
Oh no, 2Pac wit'
Leroy, like Johnny in a locker see
Shock is the only thing that 2Pac is toppin' me
Hot as rocket bottoms or kill em where your lava be
I keep my back
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
had spoken
And these were his words
I've trailed an outlaw for thirty-six days
I'm twenty hours behind him
He's here in town so I'll just be around
you must understand
You can't let the chance
To love him pass you by
Tell him
Tell him that the sun and moon
Rise in his eyes
Reach out
chi-chang (Huh)
Yellow in my diamonds, lemon ring
I’m feeling like 2Pac in this rap game
(Shakur)
Giuseppe steppers never looked better
Bring the chinchilla
(kill his ass)
Get thrown curves, and hit with your own words
Leave me alone bitch, I get on my own nerves
And if I don't got two balls and a middle
words, "Send for the law," uh
Two words, Freeway, slightly retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in your artist, leave with his broad
Red, white blue,
cruised up (word)
I'm a bad bitch let me put my shoes up (okay)
I don't say, "Hi," I just throw my two's up (what up)
When I'm in Texas I chuck my deuce
Ayy, like I ain't on 1, 2, 3-Pac
Like I ain't finna bust when my homeboy make the fuckin' beat drop
Bustin' a cap in the wack when I'm rappin'
You
punch niggaz with glasses
Back in my third grade classes, squeezin' asses
My niggaz is never over, understand
I'm a 2Pac fan, this is the realest shit I
heaven by his side
And he gladly gave his life for us, without one word He died
So we could live forever in Heaven by his side
And all he asks
Uh, am I a G? I got proof
Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof
With a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope
2Pac'll string a nigga up if the mob
and rivers
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
them next to the faith that he'd lost in himself
Said his good-byes and when the dirty work was done
He turned his wheels into the fading sun
For
similes
Serve like a waitress and you
Don't want seconds courtesy
Off K Dot, the son of 2Pac
Biggies nephew Big L said I was special
Now let's do, lunch
I was blinded by the devil, born already ruined
Stone-cold dead as I stepped out of the womb
By His grace I have been touched
By His word I have
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