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Get the embed code 2Pac - Picture My Pain Album Lyrics1.Am I Next2.Dear Lord3.Happy Home4.One Day at a Time5.Raise Up6.Tell Mama Dont Cry7.Thugs 2Pac Lyrics provided by They can never take the life of a young G. You might fold catch AIDS from a slight cold.īe quick to kill a fool, got a pistol mothafucka better pull it. Now watch a young mothafucka pull a trigga just to RAISE UP!īut don't let them see you cry, dry your eyesĪin't no time for a nigga to even cock shit.Īnd now they see that mothafucka beat pain,Īt point blank range cause he slept on the game.Ĭause ain't no tellin' what you might roll. I live a thuglife and let the money come to meĬuz they can never take the game from a young Gĭamned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do. Rather die makin' money than live poor and legalĪs I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo. He is considered by many as one of the most significant rappers of all time. I'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it like it's a Benz.ĭrinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for a bitch to fuck. Tupac Amaru Shakur (/tupk kr/ TOO-pahk sh-KOOR born Lesane Parish Crooks, JSeptember 13, 1996), popularly known by his stage name 2Pac, was an American rapper and actor. It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops. Add to Favorites Tupac Shakur - 2pac card - Tupac Dear Mama Card - Mothers day card - Thug mama - Card for mom - Mom birthday. It's kinda boomin' i think today I'll make a killin'.ĭressin' down like a dirty, but only on the block. 2Pac poster, Dear Mama, Tupac art, Rap lyrics wall art, Rap poster lyrics, Hip hop art, Rapper quotes, Definition print, Digital Download MaisonDorel 5 out of 5 stars (356) 16.51. Pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it.īut if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin'. Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin' Narcs on a nigga's back, missin' me by inches.Īnd they say how do you survive weighin' 155 Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo.ĭon't want to go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences. I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.Īnd get ghost on the five-o, fuck them hos. I smoke blunts on a regular fuck when it counts. Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic.
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Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks.Īnd I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked.Īnd niggas laugh, til' tha first mothafucka got blasted. I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block. That get up every morning and put there work in