Lyrics:
the dark
No matter what, it still can't ease my broken heart
First 2Pac died, then Biggie died and it greatly impacted me
Then history repeated itself,
together
In a house built
With his own hands
Little words with love
And understanding
From a small town
Southern man
And he bowed
His head to Jesus
whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
(Ha) (yo) (yeah yeah)
This is Wyclef, Refugee Camp (L-Boogie up in here)
Praswell
"Man I worked for one of the biggest companies in New York City
He didn't own his own company, white man owned it, so they owned him
Nobody owns me
presence close beside us
Content we'll be if we will choose his way
Great are the words of God the great creator
Great is the work done by his mighty hand
and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's
I know he's around
When the sky and the ground started ringing
I know that he's near
By the thunder I hear in advance
His words, his words
With his two cheating hands
So it's D-IV, O-R-C-E
And you don't want him to see you crying
So you're crying in the rain
And this is Tammy Wynette
We're
'em up, bitch, I'm 2Pac twin
Came up 'round sharks, so that's just how I swim
Came up 'round sharks, so that's just how I swim
(That's just how I
Someone and someone
Were down by the pond
Looking for something
To plant in the lawn
Out in the fields
They were turning the soil
I'm sitting
fucking merked by some lame
Heard he got it in the Range nigga Caine popped one in his brain
Over some-thang, took his watch and his chain
Country boys
jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In
for me
I know he's around when the sky and the ground start in ringing
I know he is near
By the thunder I hear in advance
His words, his words
couldn't name
Driven towards the darkness by the devil in his veins
All around the honky tonks, searching for a sign
Gettin' by on gettin' high
and on that 2Pac
In front of them ooh-wops, trying to show out, that's the ho route
Talking loud talkin' 'bout that's gangsta shit
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours (yeah, Breed and 2Pac)
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours (in the house)
I gotta get mine, you gotta get
is a song if the words just don't belong?
And a dream must be a dream for two
No good alone, to each his own
For me there's you
[Chorus:]
If
jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In
2Pac without a nose ring
Thug Life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend
I did what they say I wouldn't (tell 'em)
Went where they say I couldn't
Someone and someone
Were down by the pond
Looking for something
To plant in the lawn
Out in the fields
They were turning the soil
I'm sitting
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by jenkins
[g] a prodigal son once [c] strayed from his [g] father
To travel a land of [a] hunger
you mothafuckers want Shady)
The lost begotten seed of 2Pac (if Pac was still here now)
To lead this industry into the ways of the man (he would never
He said that he predicted his own death
Let us never forget it or should we ever live to regret it
Like the day John F Kennedy was assassinated in
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