No, no Picture of perfection, the object of a nigga affection Partners in passionate sex, a place to put my erection Fantasies of you in submission,
Shit, I'm a changed man, ay, turn the lights out Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch Y'know how we swing this shit, look By age sixteen I sold to dope fiends
s hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Prayin' hard for better
Knew from jump yo' aim, straight through them spandex, don't front Just name, spots on yo' body for me to touch while you clutch this game I keep flowin' like H2
Y'all ain't never just tripped and pictured And just looked at the whole situation 'Cause once u look at it You know (You really do) They don't give
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy Hey man, so far I've been listenin' to your album And I ain't heard nuttin' you could kick back And smoke a beadie to, you know
Let us pray Heavenly Father Hear a nigga down here Before I go to sleep Tell me, who do you believe in? Who do you believe in? I see mothers in black
pray for better days Better days, better days, hey Better days, got me thinkin' 'bout better days Better days, better days, better days Hey, better
pedigree Busting motherf**kers it's the thug in me Now niggas talk a lotta Bad Boy shit Then get to squealing Bitch made catching feeling Hahaha [Chorus X2
And my niggas say "We want the fame" C'mon One thing we all adore, something worth dyin' for Nothin' but pain, stuck in this game Searching for fortune
You a what? Bad boy killaz (That's right bitch, fuck em' all) Hahaha yeah nigga, fuck em' all (That's right bitch, fuck em' all) Fuck all you muthafuckers
For all my niggas in the hood Livin' the life of a ghetto star You know, you know how we do it Makaveli Just holla my name an' witness game official
Ladies and gentlemen! This is a Jazze Phizzile produc-shizzle My nizzle! Ha! Outlawz! 2Pac, Makaveli! Still breathin', yeah, wo Wo wee A picture of perfection
Young mothers I feel you I know how it is Mama's just a little girl Don't nobody understand I feel you She was born a heavy set girl with pig tails and
45 got me fortified with live rounds When shit stick, we plot hits, when our block spits All hail, out on bail, wrath of 2Pacalypse Forever ghetto,
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers Mislead from childhood where I went astray Till this day I still pray for a better way Can't help but feel
many bodies droppin', it's gotta stop I want to help, but still I'm steppin' Keepin' my weapon, must protect myself The promise of a better tomorrow
work, Boo? I know you been feelin' pain, things are not the same Waitin' to exhale while I'm sittin' in the county jail Keep yo' head up, 'cause things are gettin' better
