2pac remix

Damn, take a ride, to my block My block, that's right!

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.

2pac remix

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Now shit's constantly hot On my block, 2pac remix 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? Playlists relacionadas Ver mais playlists, 2pac remix.

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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.

2pac remix

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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. Entre aqui. Quem pode ouvir Todos Somente eu. And block parties in the projects lastin' way past daylight A young nigga learned to break night Used to play fight with my homies, but they stuck in the pen I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind I see the same motherfuckers ballin' Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, misses call I know the young niggas understand this Growin' up in this world where everything is scandalous I reminisce on the fast times, past crimes Tryin' to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime Can't explain just what attracts me to this dirty game Gold chains, some extra change and the street fame And what's strange is that everybody knows my name, swear they all know me And lots of cash make a nigga change I hit the green just to maintain, feelin' pain For all the niggas that I lost to the game from my block. Eliminar playlist Cancelar Guardar. Envio Douglas. Letras Academy Comentarios por Facebook. Cancelar Sair sem salvar. Nos avise. 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? Viu algum erro? 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? 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.

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Pac's Life Remix feat. Fearin' jail, but crack sales got me livin' well In a sense, I'm suicidal with this Thug's Life Stayin' strapped, forever trapped in this drug life God help me, 'cause I'm starvin', can't get a job So I resort to violent robbings, my life is hard Can't sleep 'cause all the dirt make my heart hurt Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers Misled from childhood, where I went astray Till this day I still pray for a better way Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroken From the start, I felt the racism 'cause I'm dark Couldn't quit, the bullshit make me represent Hit the bar and played the star everywhere I went In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own I close my eyes and picture home on my block Living life is but a dream Hard times is all we see on my block! Every block is kinda mean What's up to all the homies? Jean Envio. Cause was a friend of mine. Cancelar Salir sin guardar. Motherfuckers can't lie, tho Outta all them Rest in peace to all the motherfuckers who passed away From all the blocks that I'm from street, 7th Avenue, New York, uptown, know what I'm sayin'? Quem pode ouvir Todos Somente eu. Nos avise. Life in the pen ain't for me, 'cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord still cares for us, niggas on welfare And who cares if we survive? Enviada por Douglas e traduzida por Jean. Envio Douglas. 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! Fearin' jail, but crack sales got me livin' well In a sense, I'm suicidal with this Thug's Life Stayin' strapped, forever trapped in this drug life God help me, 'cause I'm starvin', can't get a job So I resort to violent robbings, my life is hard Can't sleep 'cause all the dirt make my heart hurt Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers Misled from childhood, where I went astray Till this day I still pray for a better way Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroken From the start, I felt the racism 'cause I'm dark Couldn't quit, the bullshit make me represent Hit the bar and played the star everywhere I went In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own I close my eyes and picture home on my block. Letras Academy Comentarios por Facebook.