I will type pac´s verse 4 ya
Is it money and woman
funny beginning, tragic endings
i can make a million
and stiiiil not get enough of spendin´
and since my life is based on sinnin´
i´m hell bound
rather be burried then be worried
livin´hell down
my game plan to be trained in
a millitary mind of a thug lord
sittin´in the cemetary cryin´
i been lost since my adolescence callin´for jesus
ballin´as a youngster
wondering if he sees us
young black male, crack sales got me three strikes
livin´in jail, this is hell, enemies die
wonder when we all pass, is anybody listening?
got my hands on my semi shotty
everybody snitchin´
pleeease 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
bumpin´raw life
drop some shit
that had these stupid bitches jaws tight
chorus :
go!
niggaz wanna get it on? let´s fight! i got some niggaz in my click that make their muthafuckin´jawz tight (2x)