my arrest My life is stressed And no rest, forever weary My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery Shit is scary, how
unborn.. [2Pac] Now ever since my birth, I've been cursed since I'm born to wild in case I never get to holla at my unborn child Many things learned
it's up to us to clean up the streets It ain't the same Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears Just seen another brother buried plus
's all [Outlawz] Now with the problems of poverty and the tricks to these tales How many people'll die how many'll live to tell Although best friends
Larry Holmes, flabby and sick Tryin to player hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick Let it be known this is how you made me Lovin how I got you niggas crazy
nigga Ya better Holla at me [Verse One: 2Pac] Are you confused ? You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes of a nigga who don't
me But they didn't know this was tha wrong street Bang bang, down another casualty But it's a cop who's shot there's brutality Who do you blame? It's
But now I don't wanna down my homie No matter how low you go you're not lowly And I, hear that you made a few enemies But when you need a friend you can
will always be in my heart With unconditional love [Verse One:] Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings All my peers doing years beyond drug dealing How many
: This is happening, this here is life days spent pondering, truth is a knife respect due to those who have caught it dedicated to our friends who have
know Yea I put my all into it Uh Oh Uh Oh Act like you know I did it for you Uh Oh Uh Oh Act like you know How many times are we gonna go through this
your soul [Verse One] Whoa... if money's gonna make me slam these hoes... then alright Whattup Shorty, I ain't seen you in many moons talk to me, how
a killer well how a killer sound I bet I grab a foe pound and back that ass down See many men live baby and many men die Many men get drunk puff lah and
if money's gonna make me slam these hoes..then alright. [Verse 1:] Whattup Shorty, I ain't seen you in many moons, talk to me, how's life been treatin
I chose to more shows Haunted you nights I suppose, that's how it go With time spent, emotion grows In the beginning friends, we decided to roll So who
we can not be afraid, There's so many still who give a damn, but the good ones always seem to fade, Is our future in the hands of those who dance the
coming alive. Just how many are there on my side. A calendar filled up with sleepless nights. Keeps time. Afraid of what it may have left behind. Who
This is an open invite for all to attend. Don't ask too many questions now. Don't tell us how it ends, because we're the ones who wrote the end. Graduate
