(Chorus) One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame
The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for It's been nothing but pain stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame
(Verse 1: 2Pac) Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g's Stresses after battle with success comes greed They got me hot When they shot me plotted my revenge To increase my ends enemies getting dropped Win or lose red or blue we must all stay true Play the game nigga never let the game play you And for the fame niggas change fast that's a shame What's the game lost souls who controls our brain? Who can I blame? the world seems strange at times Somewhat insane I'm hoping we can change with time I'm living blinded searching for refinement Curse, I know death follows me but I murder him first And worse yet with each breathe steps I take Breathless ss there a cure for a hustler with a death wish? Cigar ashes coaster crystal glasses We mash on them jealous bastards with a ski mask I'm the first one to warn them blast it Wrapped in plastic bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws) Ain't nothing left now treated like a stepchild Was not for me nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all) Be rocking beats fake in fame
(Verse 2: Kadafi) Block run and shoot slugs We throw them back like hardballs Without the gloves No love for these fake desperados And thugs I bleed to envy Smoke and blow out they blunts Sipping Henney Drunk nights and hot days Cocking my heat shooting it sideways A wife on the run full of common blunts Unconditionally married to my gun Fulfillin' my destiny on knees And ones desires be pulling all my cabbage like priors Stuck in the trance searching for something higher Fortune and fame
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(Verse 3: Kastro) Searching for fortune and fame lost in the rain A lose of the game with life the cost of the game We forcing the change mother fuck flossing the chain All the blame belongs to the part of the brain That we never use nigga plus my heart is in pain And if I ever lose homey bet I'm at it again Outlaws don't die so united we stand And if family come before all the fortune and fame
(Verse 4: Napoleon) As I walk up in the crib laid to rest me head Say some rhymes to angels hope they bless my bed Hope they bless me the righteous way Got a homie locked down outta town I sent him a kite today Man that hate in your heart you gotta cleanse it dog Praying for my downfall and I can sense it dog I was passed down the street fame like glocks clocked and keep aim Was raised up with a clock box and I ran with the local street gang They say the light is faded but still shine in the dark You can easy been a man but you is a boy in your heart And that's some game that I got from generation of game In the road of life dog we need to switch up lanes Think about it
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(Verse 5: Young Noble) I can't complain I've seen my fair share of the fame It wont change me now I've got this piece of change I feel strange I got so used to the hood That when I finally got out at first it ain't feel good I was just a baby still retarded from slavery When we struggle to shovel shit ain't nobody saved me Ghetto ain't made me I made myself Poverty raised me thinking ain't no help I pray for my health my mind and my family too State of myself my grind and my family crew Where one hand watches the other no we ain't blood But we still real brothers the struggle is real nothing can steal what we build and that remains the same 'Till that day we killed and that's real Life that I was aimed to be love by my family tree That's fame to me, how about it
(Chorus) there u go.....acting like a hoe.... (I dont know why I'll be fucking wit ch'u
(Pac) Was it the liqour that makes me act blind? the times I'm with her anonomous pictures of other niggas tryin to kiss her will i love her,or shall I dis her I'm sick of this scandalous shit I deal wit tryin to paint a perfect picture! My memoriez of jealousy no longer care free.... Cause so much bullshit your girlfriendz keep tellin me I'm on tour but now my bedroomz an open door so it got me thinking what am i tryin for? When I was young I was so very dumb Eager to please, a lil'Trick on a mission tryin 2 get'em a piece Me and my niggaz is Thug niggaz!, former known Drug Dealerz! We don't love bitchez!,and believe they don't love niggaz! I got'em playing my attraction But you became a distraction a threat to my paper stacking I thought you'd change, but now i know Can't turn a hoe into a house wife baby And there u go.......
(Chorus) There u there u go, acting like a hoe There u there u go, acting like a hoe! there u there u go, acting like a hoe Acting like a hoe, acting like a hoe! See tha word on tha streetz you're a....hoe just a groupie on a world tour...hoe Now I find out for myself you're a...hoe Girl you need to check yourself.....
(Kastro) These silly bitches got this game twisted so I don't claim'em, just bang'em... Papa raised a playa, so playa I'll play'em I got hoez, that got more hoez than me So how I look getting hooked like I ain't got G Truly, cutie, booty big! But that ain't enough And tha head make me beg, still that just ain't enough When I don't trust her, bitch be lying too much She be dying to fuck me, you be buying tha stuff....
(Young Noble) See old friend I know.. your whole M.O.'s preoccupied with mostly gettin' clown after clown town coast to coast see i been trying to stay away from sluts like you got me turned off completely by that shiesty shit that you do knew from jump you aim straight thru them spandex dont front just name spots on your body for me 2 touch while ya clutch this game i keep flowin' like h2o it aint nothin for me to say why you keep actin' like a hoe but there you go
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when i first met her i told her i was busy all the time now she call me flippin' like she miss me all the time how she gonna even trip she got a man at home you need to stop chasing dick, bitch and raise your son i'm like damn we can creep sometime and you know i'm on the road for like weeks at a time girl ya thirsty and stop callin' while i'm workin' ya hurting me all this bullshit is hurtin' me girl there you go
(big syke) i blame it on ya momma she need to holla at you or should i blame it on your daddy for all the thinds that you do cuz there you go just like a hoe caught in the streets like giving your number out to every nigga you meet i'm tired of games you playin', so stop playin' you hear what i'm sayin' you only good for parlayin' i'm laying down the rules, its a game that you lose so the streets can have you baby cuz i stay on the move (chorus)
Heavenly Father Hear a nigga down here Before I go to sleep Who do you believe in? Who do you believe in?
[Tupac]
I see mothers in black crying Brothers in packs dying Plus everybody's high Too doped up to ask why Watching our on downfall, witness the end It's like we don't believe in God cause we living in sin I asked my homie on the block why he strapped He laughed Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast It's just another murder Nobody mourns no more My teardrops getting bigger But can't figure what I'm crying for Is it the miniature caskets? Little babies Victims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy Maybe its just the drugs Visions of how the block was Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us Perhaps the underlying facts they hide Explain genocide It's when we ride on our own kind What is it we all fear? Reflections in the mirror We can't escape fate The end is getting nearer
[Chorus] 2x
Who do you believe in? I put my faith in God Blessed and still breathing And even though it's hard That's who I believe in Before I'm leaving I'm asking the grieving Who do you believe in?
[Tupac]
Can't close my eyes cause all I see is terror I hate the man in the mirror Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer Times of Armageddon Murder in mass amounts In this society where only getting the cash counts I started out as a beginner Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner I make my money and vacate, evade prison Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven And all the Hennessey and weed can't hide The pain I feel inside You know It's like I'm living just to die I fall on my knees and beg for mercy Not knowing if I'm worthy Living life thinking no man can hurt me So I'm asking Before I lay me down to sleep Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me My misery I rose up from the slums Made it out the flames In my search for fame Will I change? And I'm asking
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[Kadafi]
Faith in Allah, believe in me, and it's plastic Cause so far I done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets With they chest plates stretched like elastic And what's worse I'm on front line Holding down camp still mashing Heard my cousin One of the old heads from the block Just came home October of 95 Back in Yardville stuck with a three to five If he don't act up Now he realize If you don't stay wise Then in this game you fucked Talk to my baby girl Give me the word on what she heard One of the grimmies is snitching Diming, a stool pigeon I talked to him He said he didn't My man said he did, in fact he sure Cause he just came home off a bid
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Who do you believe in? Is it Buddah, Jehova Or Jah? Or Allah? Is it Jesus? Is it God? Or is just yourself? Definitely, not to be imposed Even a demon Cause this is the joy of the movement Men, to believe in yourselves But for sure, the higher power Resides only to ride through the heart of the true From the soul, of the man For truth never has an alibi In the poetry or in this round That's what pulls our words together Just to understand That every man is his own man And only man can satisfy the man Only the soul of the man The feelings of the man The for realness of the man You can't shake the man when you feel the man You know the man And you gotta call yourself because you are that man
Tupac over Female Singing
Who do you believe in? (I put my faith in God) Put my faith in God, and Blessed and still breathing Even though it's hard (who do you believe in?) That's who I believe in (even though it's hard) Before I'm leaving I'm asking the grieving (who do you believe in?) Who do you believe in? Who do you? (blessed and still breathing) Oh, blessed (before I'm leaving, I'm asking the grieving) Oh, blessed (who do you be
