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(My game plan to be trained in) Military mind! Sitting in a cemetery crying! (I've been lost since my adolescence calling for) Jesus! (Balling as a youngster wondering if he see's us) (Young black males, Crack sales got me three strikes) Living in jail! (This is hell enemies die, wonder when we all pass, is anybody listening? Got my) J, D, H, D! Check it out Is it, money and women? The funny beginnings tragic ending's I can make a million and still not get enough of spending And since my life is based on sinning, I'm hell bound Rather be buried than be worried, living held down My game plan to be trained in Military mind of a thug lord sitting in a cemetery crying' I've been lost since my adolescence calling for Jesus Balling as a youngster wondering if he see's us Young black males Crack sales got me three strikes Living in jail this is hell enemies die Wonder when we all pass, is anybody listening Got my hands on my semi shotty, everybody's snitching Please god can you understand me Bless my family Guide us all before we fall into insanity I'm making a point to make my beat bumping raw life Drop some shit to have these stupid bitches jaws tight Go, Niggas want to get it on let's fight I got some niggas in my click That make them motherfuckers jaws tight now Go, Niggas want to get it on let's fight I got some niggas in my click That make them motherfuckers jaws tight Go, Niggas want to get it on let's fight I got some niggas in my click That make them motherfuckers jaws tight now Go, Niggas want to get it on let's fight I got some niggas in my click That make them motherfuckers jaws tight All eyes on me Ayy, to my nigger Pac Ayy you know what I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust So many player hating niggas trying to sound like us Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowing Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards going Well are you still down nigga? Holla when you see me And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me I got a caravan of niggas every time we ride every time we ride Hitting motherfuckers up when we pass by when we pass by Until I die, live the life of a boss player 'Cause even when I'm high, fuck with me and get crossed later The futures in my eyes, 'cause all I want is cash and things A five-double-oh, Benz flaunting flashy rings, uh Bitches pursue me like a dream Been know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend It seems, my main thing was to be major paid The game sharper than a motherfucking razor blade Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies One nigga's getting jealous, and motherfuckers died Depend on me like the first and fifteenth They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me We got foe niggas, and low riders, in ski masks Screaming Thug Life every time they pass All eyes on me Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die Live the life of a boss player 'cause even getting high All eyes on me (All eyes on me) Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die Live the life of a boss player, 'cause even getting high Pay attention my niggas See how that shit go? Nigga walk up in this motherfucker And it be like "Bing!" Cops Live my life as a thug nigga, 'til the day I die Live my life as a thug nigga) bitches ('cause even getting high Every motherfucking body I got busters hoes and police watching a nigga ya know? (I live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die) Living life as a boss player, 'cause even getting high all eyes on me It's like what they think? I'm walking around with some Ki's in my pocket or something? All eyes on me They think I'm going back to jail, they really on that dope J, D, H, D I got shot 5 times One, two, three, four, and five, you know what a mean I got crucified to the media, you know what a mean And i walked through with the thorns on, and i had shit thrown on me And i had this, the, thief at the top and told that nigga i'll be back for ya You know what a mean Trust me, this is not supposed to be going down, i'l be back So, im not saying im Jesus but we go through that type of thing everyday We dont part the red sea, but we walk through the hood without getting shot You know what a mean
Writer(s): Tupac Shakur Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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