How well do you know Tupacs lyrics?
Time to see who's a real Pac fan
"And Still I see no changes"
Theres war in the middle east
Is life worth living
Cant a brother get a little peace, theres war on the streets
Im tired of being poor
cops give a damn about a negro, pull the trigger kill a nigga his a hero
"How many brothers fell victim to the street"
One less hungry mouth on the welfere
Gice em guns step back watch em kill eachother
Only god can judge me
Rest In Peace young nigga, theres a heaven for a G
Dont get caught up In the mix, coz the media's full of dirty tricks
"perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed In the back"
I couldnt trust my own homies, just a bunch of dirty facts
the projects Is full of bullets, nobodies is droppin there aint no stopping me
dont wanna make exuses, coz this Is how it is
will I succed , paraniod from the weed
I got nothing to loose, picture me rolling
"Woke up with fifty enimies plotting me death"
Fiffty rounds going down on the back of my head
let me live on the streets coz aint no peace for me in jail
Paranoid from the nigga that I busted coz he said he was the best
All fifty seeing visions of me shot In the chest
My mission Is my compation no longer beefing
"oh why I got beef with Police"
It make It hard for me to sleep
Enimies give me reason to be he last motherfuker breathing
Aint that A bitch them motherfukers got beef with me
I wake up at the slightest beat
Them niggaz are strapped with gats, there the ones who got beef
"we keep on coming, while we running for yah jewels"
Plus Puffy tryna see me weak hearts i rip
we make em skater coz you think you was cool
ill cut your young ass up leave you dead while your punk ass is drunk
how many niggas wanna die tonight
Steady gunning keep on busting at them fools, you know the rules
"fuckin' off cash that I make"
Im hustlen, staying out till its dawn
nigga, what's tha sense of workin hard if you never get tp play
bury me a G
so many battle field scars
my attidude was fuck it coz motherfukers love it