Lyrics:
can't compete
Pussy nigga check my physique
I'm a freak, made 3 albums in 6 months
I'm so unique, I'm elite
I'm prestigious, got two hoes in the same
Tonight we're so alive!
Singing!
We own the night!
We own the night!
We call, you rise!
With you, we never die!
Singing!
We own the night!
We own
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
Rise
v1: if you saw me standing there by the side of the road, would you stop or would you care (stare) or would you, let me go?
v2: a man’s not
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
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
Keep your head down and your eyes up
Always gotta keep your eye on the prize
Never go down, only rise up
We becoming everything we want surprise
This
low mayne
Lo mein or face this capital punishment
But y'all gon' fertilizer
Guess Ras Kass running shit
Plus doubt y'all thuggish men
Really own 2Pac
The stars align
[Chorus]
Together as one
We rise above
Shining so bright
United by love
[Bridge]
No force can break
What we create
When we unite
It's never
the years
Goes sinking from my eyes like a stone
A king shall fall and put to death by the English parliament shall be
Fire and plague to London come in
Syndrome is a fear
That inner-city residents have of they own peers
People in they own community
Usin' a case where two blacks got smoked by one in '93
The second one's coming by the time you count to three
One, Like a teacher you're sending me to the corner
Two, grabbing and biting while I'm up on it
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
And I just was playin' your whole, like two of your albums
Like for twenty-five minutes, literally
And then I went on my phone when I just got out of my
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
I put a fishing rod by your bed
Right next to a Bible
I leaned a guitar in the corner of your room
With some Milsap on vinyl
I figured the best
North Korea
I know god isn't real 'cause no
God would keep you alive
And kill 2Pac and Aaliyah
I would rather get mauled by a bear
Or have somebody spill
Love soft as an easy chair
Love fresh as the morning air
One love that is shared by two
I have found with you
Like a rose under the april snow
collide
Two souls, on the edge, side by side
Through the darkness, we'll ascend
Until the dawn brings this to an end
Meet me where the shadows kiss
RS2!
You never give me your money
You only give me your funny paper
And in the middle of negotiations
You break down
I never give you my
was an escape for poor black folk
2pac told us all America eats is babies
Since I been in a Mercedes my ladies relate to that quote
Upset, veins
the window
And it goes
Saying one, two, shoot for the moon
Singing three, four, fallin' back to the floor
[?] rise tomorrow gonna be another day
When
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