: Some friends, you left me hanging In a room with a noose and a chair You told me to stay put And reminded me why I was there Cold-blooded and misguided
re thinking of me As you lay down on your side Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Now the drugs don
: Bitte teil dir deine Kraft sehr gut ein Denn das Ende deiner Reise wird lange nicht in Sicht sein Das Licht dringt ein, dein Licht wird scheinen Du
bout to killem Yeah trash baggin, this is crack And I know you been feenin for this, come get your packs I do it for the music nigga, fuck them placks
We 'bout to have it bitch [Hennessy] And since I was a itty bitty niggy on the corner I was a performer Now my music gets women through California Love
: (Music: M.Karlsson; Lyrics: J.Lundholm) Fooled again by the same old song Every day a new game is played Start to wonder everybody wonders What
if I don't get no ends. I'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it like it's a Benz. I hate to stip let my music bump, Drinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for some
break, Show up and muthafuckas bow down, recognize Westside, Death Row, Outlaw, Ridaz, Untouchable mob of pistol packers, Well-known felons labeled for 'drug
, religion Rebellin against the system, commence to lynchin The President ain't even listenin to the pain of the youth We make music for eternity, forever
bells ringing in background] In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has just released another album under the alias Makaveli. Music
citys seedy bars and drugs that make you feel s---ty pretty older women in skirts, conversation frisky stinking cigarettes and plenty of bourbon whisky sad classical music
sticker from the dead I said a better verse rehearsed about the roughneck curse last week I keep an even keel and bow in place and face the music every
set if off [Verse 1] Sick with it boy, better get wit it what In the club, I get it goin' goin' uhh Just move it to the music its on To the sound of