I Think The Year Was 1995 And So The Story Begins We Played Our Hearts Out For Nobody Never Could Quite Fathom All The Antics The Descension The Upset
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I think the year was 1995 and so the story begins we played our hearts out for nobody never could quite fathom all the antics the descension the upset
is back on the map If only for now until the next time I body a track From the first clap I hurt rap, now watch the earth crack Bring the hearse back,
Turn it up in my head phones (Coming to a ghetto near you, street fame) More Haha, coming to a ghetto near you, [Verse One] I wasn't mad until
a pit in a cage Spittin my shells in a gauge Deadly as aids Niggaz gettin crossed like a maze Now picture me livin my life like a king Maybe one day Until
: "Alright now, here we go" Verse One: 2Pac Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers
posed to do And If I roll wit you Ima be that little nigga off the hook man Talk about look man If I see anigga disrespect one mo time Put out my foot
your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme Woo, hah, heh
: I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America And to the Republic for which it stands One nation under God Indivisible... It feels
split Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus] I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
hold the mic, I shoot 'em down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!!) SMOKE!! I got my bullet-proof and now to send
they killed with hate Until the last foe alive One day they needed to fight in the South Hitler then looked for a wise and brave man To defeat the British
: [Intro:] One-one-one-one, mic check one Gallopin to a hood near you, one time Bald head... And you know what I'm talkin about doin I'm talkin about
wanted this and now it's here So I don't bitch And I swear that time's a trick It disappears in oh so quick Man I was just sixteen And now I'm starin'
sun When it comes to getting gacked we stay number one While others split a grab, we be sniffing a ton And we never fucking stop until the bag is done