Yeah..
Are you confused ?
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes
of a nigga who don't have a thing to loose
When me and you was homies
no one informed me it was all a scheme
You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams
how could you do me like that ? I took ya family in
I put some cash in ya pocket
made you a man again
and now you let tha fear put your ass in a place
complicated to escape
It's a fools fate
without your word
your a shell of a man
I lost respect for you nigga
we can never be friends I know i'm runnin' through your head now
what could you do ?
If it was up to you
i'd be dead now
I let tha world know nigga you a coward
You could never be live
until you die
see tha mothafucken bitch in your eye Type of Nigga, that let tha evil of tha money trap me
when ya see me nigga
ya better holla at me (holla at me)
can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nigga
Ya better Holla at me
[Chorus: 2Pac]
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)
posted by Lilly @ 9:50 AM
4 Comments:
Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row
They try to playa hate
but they can't fade us tho'
We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood
Yeah
with that funky sound
we be throwin' down
*Always curious when I see a post like this, what precipitated it???*
haha.. I KNEW you would KNOW something was bothering me. :)
Hope ya feel better.
I feel better thanks. Just had a bit of rage to get through.
Tupac always helps me in times of great stress or trouble. He speaks exactly how I feel at the time. I can't explain why a 46 year old white woman can relate to a dead gangsta rapper, but I do. It's evidently part of who I am, and I cannot deny it, or get rid of it. I don't think I would, if I could anyway. :)
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