Lyrics:
contradictions
Separating my people by the languages they speak
Avoiding conversations bout the healing that we need
You push the agenda of greedy corporations
england
Swift sunrise followed by
Occasional blue sky
Old men in mysterious conversation outside the community centre
In aprons
Two red umbrellas hang
just put in overtime, I'm doin' numbers like it's two of me
That was back then, time's change, this a newer me
Money conversations at the table, I
OF NIGGAS PLAY THE GAME, NOT TOO MANY WIN
FROM BEGINNING TO ENDING, MY ALBUMS BE HITTIN'
TWO GLOCKS, THEY BE TWINNING
2PAC MY AMBITION, AS A MOTHAFUCKIN'
1-2, 1-2-1-2-3, I'm the emcee called Ice-T
That's DJ Evil E, Islam creates the beats
You girls look so sexy
I wish you all were up here with me
You
Troy Davis
Beware, Clive Davis swarming to your art form
Cause there's a party goin' on
Hotel, motel, I'm goin' in
Don't care what they spent
Can't
they the blessed
Man and wife, undressed by all
Their grafted trunks in heat possessed
Even as the soft skins tingle
They mingle with the homeless
have earned.
So aid my end while I believe I'm winning.
Our friends speak out in our defense.
Pay ten deaf ears for two months rent.
We burn the gallows
bright, life threw lemons, we made lemonades for the limelight
[Hook]
Real niggas don't die, 2Pac shakur is still alive
Shots shots shots in that Mercedes
with nothing to do
Lots of time to spend with you
On Sunday morning
It's so quiet in the street
We can hear the sound of feet walking by
I'll put
of nigga, with the mind of a God-damn fool
But he knew, to get off in this crew, he had to change
So when James went to church this nigga did the same
So he's
ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
Uhh, the lesson from
Well the street lights shine
Down on Blessing Avenue
Lovers they walk by
Holdin' hands two by two
A breeze crosses the porch
Bicycle spokes
on a boat by free will
My point is for us to have
Stayed in that position even though
The numbers were on our side means
That we were mentally enslaved
They
see it'd be
Twenty-two or so, older soldier on my team
I put you in my video
And give you plenty of dough
By my hotel room, Four fifty four
Hope that
still they on top hit ya car we spin the block
You can get juiced just like 2pac we on yo block
Ba, ba lil shorty gimme that opp top huh imma get that za
Right in front of me
A couple makes what could melt the snow
Making fun of me
A single look never cut me so
And I know
To save the conversation
I
The bitter taste, there's nothing else
I'll bow for your king when he shows himself
Brick by brick by brick
These walls begin to cave in
The house
never meet
(in the silent language, the tome of a different tongue)
(intro 2x)
Its an altercation
Stepping on your speech
A million conversations
Tangled
hit em up 2Pac
Out the park the rooftop
Cuz she too hot
She want me to beat it down said where she said the rooftop
But I told her peace like AB
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
no thing for us to blast
(And twist your cap and leave a hole in your ass).
Verse 2:
I'm scopin' niggas out.
Show me the trigger and watch me
I seem broken in two
Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride that's all that I have left
So let me hide the tears and the sadness
You gave me when
Packing that Backwood full of that ganja
Breaking down the weed like 2pac ya
Wouldn't be here without dear momma
Momma taught me a lot of things, like blood
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