2pac remix

Damn, take a ride, to my block My block, that's right! Heh F'real on my motherfucking block.

I It's that new Pac yall Uh oh, let's get it, Oh! What you know about Pac's Life? Cause was a friend of mine. But what do you know about Pac's Life? Pac's Life Remix feat. Yeah Everybody talk about Pac's Life Outlaw, Outlaw, yeah [2Pac] Started with five shots, niggas plottin' to kill 'em Never figured that, that same nigga'd sell five million Hit the charts like a madman nothin' but hits Court cases got a nigga facin' multiple digits Dodging cop cars look at how we come so far Picture high school dropout rollin' the double R House full of happiness weed and drink Way out sortin' trouble tryna find me king Never pictured livin' longer than my twenty-first Thought I'd be locked down, cracked out or in the dirt And though it hurts to see the change It comes with the fame Why we gossip in the silly games To all the motherfuckers speaking down on me - This is the night, why is everybody caught up in Pac's Life To all ya'll niggas, conversatin' on my life Mind your motherfuckin' business!

2pac remix

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Enviada por Douglas e traduzida por Jean. Heh F'real on my motherfucking block They got a nigga sheddin' tears, reminiscin' on my past fears 'Cause shit was hectic for me last year It appears that I've been marked for death My heartless breath, 2pac remix, the underlyin' cause of 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's scary, our black on black crime legendary But at times unnecessary, 2pac remix, I'm gettin' worried Teardrops and closed caskets, the Three Strikes Law is drastic 2pac remix certain death for us, ghetto bastards What can we do when we're 2pac remix but open fire? Every block is kinda mean But on our block we still pray But on our block we still pray.

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But a harder exterior emerged after a series of personal struggles: his being shot in , financial troubles, serving eight months in prison, and signing with West Coast rap powerhouse Death Row Records. Though All Eyez on Me has the sound of an upbeat party album, it also has the vicious rhymes of the most hardcore gangsta-rap release, with 2Pac setting his sights on jealous men, backstabbing friends, groupies, gold diggers, the police, and the media. Dre—and Pac himself. On his third album, the stressed-out West Coast poet turned a critical eye from his bleak surroundings to his own conflicted psyche. He spoke truth to power as an icon of West Coast hip-hop. Witness the life and legacy of a gangster poet gone too soon. Militant, thoughtful, defiant, unpredictable—always Pac. His passion lives on.

2pac remix

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Cancelar Excluir. Every block is kinda mean But on our block we still pray But on our block we still pray. Every block is kinda mean But on our block we still pray But on our block we still pray And I can't help but wonder why so many young kids had to die Caught strays from AK's in a drive-by Swollen pride and homicide don't coincide Brothers cry for broken lives, mama, come inside 'Cause our block is filled with danger Used to be a close-knit community, but now we're all cold strangers Time changes us to stone, then crack pipes All up and down the block exterminatin' black life But I can't blame the dealers My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels Shit's real, I know ya feel my tragedy A single mother with a problem child, daddy free Hanging out picking up game, sipping cheap liquor Gamin' the hoochies hoping I can get to sleep with her It's a man's world, staying strapped Fantasies of a nigga living phat, but held back Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless Wide eyed and losin' focus on my block Living life is but a dream Hard times is all we see on my block! Entre aqui. Every block is kinda mean But on our block we still pray But on our block we still pray Now shit's constantly hot On my block, it never fails to be gunshots Can't explain a mother's pain when her son drops Black male livin' in hell, when will we prevail? When I first got some pussy was when I got But on our block we still pray it was at th and 7th avenue On my motherfucking block But on our block we still pray. Heh F'real on my motherfucking block They got a nigga sheddin' tears, reminiscin' on my past fears 'Cause shit was hectic for me last year It appears that I've been marked for death My heartless breath, the underlyin' cause of 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's scary, our black on black crime legendary But at times unnecessary, I'm gettin' worried Teardrops and closed caskets, the Three Strikes Law is drastic And certain death for us, ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested but open fire? Pac's Life Remix feat. Letras Academy Fechar. Yeah Everybody talk about Pac's Life Outlaw, Outlaw, yeah [Snoop Dogg] When we first hung out together, I met you with the homie We had no intentions of becoming homies But at no time at all, you became my dog You showed me how to roll blunts, we used to bounce and ball I was living on Wilshire in the penthouse suites Had my lil' cousin Daz hook you up with some beats It was Outlaw, Dogg Pound, Death Row Records, man we tore up the town Snoop Dogg and Dr. Eliminar playlist Cancelar Guardar. Every block is kinda mean What's up to all the homies?

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Entre aqui. When I first got some pussy was when I got But on our block we still pray it was at th and 7th avenue On my motherfucking block But on our block we still pray. The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin' on a four-five My neighborhood ain't the same 'Cause all the little babies goin' crazy or they're sufferin' in the game And I swear it's like a trap But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back Hoes show me love, niggas give me props Forever hop, 'cause it don't stop on my block. Cancelar Salir sin guardar. Now shit's constantly hot On my block, it never fails to be gunshots Can't explain a mother's pain when her son drops Black male livin' in hell, when will we prevail? Heh F'real on my motherfucking block They got a nigga sheddin' tears, reminiscin' on my past fears 'Cause shit was hectic for me last year It appears that I've been marked for death My heartless breath, the underlyin' cause of 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's scary, our black on black crime legendary But at times unnecessary, I'm gettin' worried Teardrops and closed caskets, the Three Strikes Law is drastic And certain death for us, ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested but open fire? Envio Jean Envio. But what do you know about Pac's Life? Eliminar playlist Cancelar Guardar. Cancelar Sair sem salvar.