fight, back to life When nothing's right There's no way things stop tonight 'Cause you're dancing to look at To give back your life, back to life Back to life
fight, Back to life! When nothings right, There's no way things stop tonight, Cause you're dancing to look at, To give back your life, Back to life! Back to life
Tradução: No Warning. Volver a la Vida.
: Take a moment if you dare Catch yourself a breath of air There's another life out there And you should try it Dead ends hide on every street Look
of doubt, fear and silent desires of life have gone by. Visions have called back my longing for freedom tonight. Made me sigh... Wasting my life till
rap niggas floppin Who talkin shit now? only Drake and Yay worth coppin I take a hiatus, spend a little time gamblin in Vegas Come back to back runnin
look at it I hate fucking rats Get my bottle of Ciroc and I twist the cat Sit back watch the nba play or some rolla back Real fat, yeah, all I do is stack
everybody disposed of their rubbish in the sea... / That's where it all fell apart! / The water's color slowly changed, and the sea was quickly drained / Of the life
on Now what's you name nigga? {Tupac} Big ballin ass nigga named Pac [Verse 1: Tupac] Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death I was a thug
gutter facin life or death I was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath These motherfuckers wanna see me die, so who am I to try to warn 'em, I buck
Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do Now what's next Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do Now what's next Caught up in the middle My life's a
head bald (you PUSSY nigga!) Tupac wear a bandana You wan' wear a bandana Tupac put a cross on his back You wanna put crosses on yo' back Nigga you ain
' head bald (you PUSSY nigga!) Tupac wear a bandana You wan' wear a bandana Tupac put a cross on his back You wanna put crosses on yo' back Nigga you
for a hustler with a death wish? Cigar ashes Coaster Crystal glasses We mash on them jealous bastards With a ski mask I'm the first one to warn
beef best leave it in the freezer I'm no joke Mopreme straight lo And you could get smoked You hook the shit you get stroked And all of that And later be back
grow. You mother fuckers can't be us or see us. We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, nigga We warned ya