Letras:
Streets Has It Come To This

a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than this, in heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin Remember this

this nigga started? Tupac, rather Makaveli was not available for comment but released this statement: [Makaveli] It's not about East or West It's about

pain it's inflicted. Something about the paper wit the pictures of the presidents head. Damn it's like a motha fuckin plague. It spreads. It's epidemic. Forgotten, forgotten it

buck, pigs get fucked, don't step ta this Quiet has kept them blessed, on a quest with a death wish Tell 'em they come and test, and tha rest, nigga gets

money this one goes to my niggas gettin' money always on the grind this one goes to my bitches gettin' money if it ain't about money this one goes to

of love Where the love runs deep it's so sad it's a love you can't keep Down to the river, down to the river Abover 42nd Street it's so sad That the

: How many lights do you see? How many lights do you see? There's one to say that night has come And there's one that guards this jagged shore And there

making speeches to their sister on the telephone. Saying you come home, woman you come here, don't stay so far away from me. This weather has me wanting

No white flag - no broken truce With few words one can speak the truth - I don't hear it Time won't heal it now With each new day that comes to pass