it Thug Luv nigga what time is it? I don't give a fuck where you lay at It's time to slay these bitch made niggas They ain't even knowing what type
made niggas [Bizzy-overlapping Pac] Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv [2Pac] they ain't even knowing
, I pray for the faith, Lord We pray for your love, Lord We pray for the lost, Lord We pray for this world, Lord We pray for the strength, Lord We pray
open I can hear the organ's song But the congregation's gone My city of ruins My city of ruins Now the sweet veils of mercy Drift through the evening
hurtin' you The revolution's here The revolution is personal They call me the political rapper Even after I tell 'em I don't fuck with politics I don't even
jersey Ariberdiheri All my shots be fatal Little pigs coffin my hands to my ankle Too much bail Got to make bail I got a 2000 Benz and I can't even
' 'em off when the guns dump With a young pump two to the brain don't even harm me You're fuckin' every party, you wont even startle You're the harder
ruggish niggas always, always, always Straight from the heart Hey, na, na, na, na, na, na Scant: Everybody wanna piece of our click, even the niggas
your mental, Flesh'll get you mesmerized Must I force you to realize eyes, they crazy by the Flesh And it be test or tried, even if they (Gonna fight
becoming a child Somehow I knew she'd make it The life of one so given early would God take it? Hurt she placed in, hope and prayer Hurt she placed
I don't need a passport to walk on this earth Anywhere I go cause I was made of this earth I'm born of this earth, I breathe of this earth, and even with
Islam And niggas know that but grow that poppy seed anyway 'Cause that food drop parachute does not come every day I?m from where people pray to the
[Chorus] So many people are hurt inside Don't even know him even though they might have heard of God Can He love me? Will He hear my prayer? Or, think
The whole weekend, you get blindfolded and beaten Nose bleedin, gaspin for air, wheezin You got kidnapped and you don't even know the reason We even called
coke that'll heal a sick soon as it get in they nostrils A Dros Trios, bring the organs on ya A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor And a day or two
struggle Penny pinching, it's like you really ain't living [Incomprehensible] eleven's, I'm cooking in the kitchen Like we looking and we wishing Praying
praying that the clips in my AK You know we gotta ride today (X2) Kane: I just got word that they shot my Nigga Sit down on the curb and pray its not
niggas know that, but grow that poppy seed anyway 'cause that food drop parachute does not come everyday I'm from where people pray to the gods of their
