[Vers 1] Every day I ask you what is it for, though you have everything. You are crying for more, your whole attitude is mindless and vague. You're too
[Vers 1] I have reached the bottom. I can't see the sky. I am down so low, wanna be so hight. [Chorus] I'm not strong enough for love. I am trying to
Walk on Baby Let me see you heat Come on spread the fire Force me down on my knees Walk on Baby Let me see your heat Come on spread the fire [Vers 1
you feel I wanna kiss the scars that never heal I close the door and look it from inside I break the key I'm blacking out the light [Chorus] We are the lost
raps on beats It's fo'sho' that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak To the streets, when I pass these beats It's fo'sho' that the Lord gon' make
reasons why I'm payin my dues Shoulda saw how your boy was dressed Do it from Grand Daddy I.U. and Lord Finesse Feel some kinda way, get if off your chest
lord ever heard of me I need loot, so I'm doin what I do, and don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes, Theres no other destiny to choose, I had
arrested, but open fire? Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord still cares for
fuck these fag niggaz) Do it, do it, do it [2Pac] Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah Outlaw
such a horrible pain to live through I tried to trade places in the tragedy I couldn't picture three crazed ni**az grabbin me For just a moment I was trapped in the pain, Lord
Puffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep from goin under Gettin lost in the madness, blunted gettin tipsy Got my pistol out the window screamin, "Lord
all the players watch the fly way a nigga played her The bitch is tellin all her homies -- that I can fuck her like no other now them other bitches wanna
got MINE, f**k THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality Jealous-a*s bustaz, make it hell for us [Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) repeat 2X] Lord
just to take his ass away. Now Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet. So now a young niggas bein' raised by the streets. And then the on other
: [Tupac] The money behind the dreams My right hand, my other Capo in this big motherfuckin war we got My other Capo in this big ass, conglomerate called
original brodel Trevor positive vibe merchant grandson of Lord Buckley Scotch Ralston shows up if you're lucky Ad Raspler the Sweed, a friend indeed he's keeping an eye on the other
like a lady That, that dude looks like a lady Cruise into a bar on hte shore Her picture graced the grime on the door She's a long lost love at first
