Текст песни 2Pac (Makaveli) f Bad Ass - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory Al
2Pac (Makaveli) f Bad Ass - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory Al слова песни
[Intro]Hand me a cigarette DAWG! {*inhales*}They got me feelin crazier than a motherfuckerI got Bad Ass in this motherfuckerMakaveli the Don, representin the OutlawzBad Ass representin the L.B.C.So what`cha wanna do? Y`know how we do it{*overlapping the [Intro]*}.. puffin on lyeHopin that it get me highGot a nigga goin cra-zyOh yeah, I feel cra-zy[Chorus]Time goes by, puffin on lyeHopin that it gets me highGot a nigga goin cra-zyOh yeah, I feel cra-zy(Tell `em bout it)[2Pac]Last year was a hard one, but life goes onHold my head against the wall learnin right from wrongThey say my ghetto intrumental, detrimental to kidsAs if they can`t see the misery in which they liveBlame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check itDon`t have to bump this but please respect itI took a minus and now the hard times are behind usTurned into a plus, now they stuck livin blindedHennesey got me feelin bad, time to stop drinkinRollin, in my drop-top Jag, what`s that cops thinkin?Sittin in my car, watch the stars and smokeI came a long way but still I got so far to goDear mama, don`t worry; I`ma watch for snakesTell Setchu, that I love her, but it`s hard to takeI got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeksThis what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was[Chorus - repeat 2X](One, two, three, four)[2Pac]I see bloods and crips runnin up the hillLookin for a better wayyyyyy..My brothers and sisters it`s time to bailcause even thug niggaz prayyyyyy..Hopin God hear me, I entered the game; look how much I changedI`m no longer innocent - casualties of fameMade a lot of money, seen a lot of placesAnd I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama`s facewhen I gave her the keys to her own house, this your landYour only son done became a manWatchin time fly; I love my people do or dieBut I wonder why, we scared to let each other flyJune 1-6, `7-1, the daymama pushed me out her womb, told me, "Nigga get paid."No one can understand me - the black sheepOutcasted from my family, now packin heatI run the streets, a young runaway, live for todayWhen he died, I could hear him say, c`mon..[Chorus - repeat 2X][Bad Ass]God help me out here, cause I`m posessedI need the root of all evil for my stressCause money`s like a stong prescription drug, it`s got me addictedto the pleasure and the pain it inflictedSomethin bout the paper wit the pictures of the president`s, headDamn, it`s like a motherfuckin plague that spreadIt`s epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worseI keep my head on straight, makin money cause it`s cursedMakin money makes a difference day by day so I gotta staypaid, no doubt, day in and day outThis life is like a vicious cycle called fightin to liveNo matter how hard you try, it`s in death, you gotta dieA lot of my, peers didn`t make it to the years to comeDid life doin right, or did life livin dumbWho has the answers? I wonder; I turn to my eldersThey aged and experienced, but they can`t even tell yaor tell me, that there`ll be light at the end of the road(Why?) Cause they don`t even knowA million thangs run through my mind..You ain`t gotta be in jail to be doin time..[Chorus - repeat 2X]{*Chorus repeats while Tupac speaks below*|[2Pac]I feel fucked up in this bitch.I smoked half a ounce to the headChocolate tye, indo, Hawaiian, lambsbread, buddha, all that shit