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Dodano: 11 CZERWCA 2012

2PAC!

Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way.
 
California Love.
 

Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin?
Tell me nigga.. tell me.
 
Enemies give me reason, to be the last.
 
And God said he should send his one begotten son
to lead the wild into the ways of the man.
 
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy.
 
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate.
 

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns.
 
We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets
My ghetto gospel.
 
Lord can you hear me speak!
To pay the price of being hell bound.
 
Don't fall to sleep
You can get ya cash on.
 
They say that the moe they hate ya the moe that it motivate ya.
 
Sleep banger.
 
These is hard times we livin' in
Churches burnin, planes fallin from the sky
Murder, the good die young
The good definitely die young
This is a lil' somethin'
To help you get through the day
If you could.
 
It was more than a tragedy
Emotions be grabbin me.

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