Lyrics:
bitches to fuck
[Pac]
Bitches is wild niggas is lame
I hung around with real niggas got exposed to the game
Motherfuckers actin' crazy bustin' me
here
So now who's grabbin there strap
Who's gettin' burnt wild
Representin' the generation of killers when
I was a child had many dreams
The reality kept
And this river's done running
And my time will come soon
Carried to the great ocean
By the drag of the moon
Down there by the river is a man
Whose born is twisted into shapes
Unknown to the wicked and the wise
And he bears the look of an animal
Who's
illustrious, giving the message
Passed down from kings to peasants
The murders and killers, the plots and the rivers
That float with blood downstream
This is
getting bigger
You my hitter, I'm your killer
Taking pictures in the mirror
We be fucking by the river
When we close, I swear I shiver
We be always making
provoked
River run wild, flow slow and easy child, your footsteps won't last all day
A pitter-patter, this house is full of scattered pieces of our days
I
has a whole new meaning
I know I just met her but her spirit is a killer
Was a hot girl summer
Now it's goth girl winter
She took me by the hand, got
art is dead
An artist is what we call those
That marked some bench just passed the 'Beth
What are we doing?
This class' test's a laugh at best
Coz these
If this was anyone else
Best believe I tell em shut up
This stuff's just dumb luck
You had yours and you fucked up
So there it is my cautionary cliché
This for my man yo, word up
"I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers boulevard in Linden."
"Uh, drug related?"
"The usual."
I don't mean this in
the light
Can be contagious
I'm carried away by the wild winds
Tornado's swirling in my soul
My heart is turning into epicenter
Of blizzard getting out
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
Was not available for
Bout hour or something
All my team, heavy hitters
Don't push us, turn us to killers
We hungry, starving for dinners
Real life, shit is in us
Grinding
system killer style
System killers don't ever smile
Straight face ting, man are fire blazing
Make a wasteman run like the River Nile
Next ting
I don't
of sun - pleasure for this man
River wild and fast, flowing never ends
Through the winter snows, summer rains and storms
All will dash away and return
Now, let me ask you this off the record.
Is it true what they say about how they smoke a lot of, why'know
Yeah, yeah
Everybody get up,
clean the dust
let it find its freedom
Leaving this insanity
everything is clear
We only wait for miracles
and as the years go by
I feel like
and this pain
Is the reason I'm awake
Ain't no soul behind these frames
I'm a shark in a tank
Ain't no soul left alive, you
A bird in my cage, Only burden:
clowns get rushed out
Q said it's on me so the contract wouldn't con me
Ten times harder and twenty shades darker than Jon B.
This round I'm a killer
bitches to fuck
[Pac]
Bitches is wild niggas is lame
I hung around with real niggas got exposed to the game
Motherfuckers actin' crazy bustin' me
Jesus here
Get your Jesus here
This is my Jesus year
So I'm feeling like Jesus here
Crucified on a cross
While people boo and jeer
Might as well cut
Rivers be living the water I'm spitting could fill up the Nile wild
Like I'm a wild boy
Pass me the guap Imma lock off the spot when I blow
You got
The ceremony is about to begin
Wake up
You can't remember where it was
Had this dream stopped?
The snake was pale gold
Glazed and shrunken
We were
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