[Intro] Hand me a cigarette DAWG! { inhales } They got me feelin crazier than a mother er I got Bad Ass in this mother er Makaveli the Don
representin the Outlawz Bad Ass representin the L.B.C.
So what cha wanna do? Y know how we do it { overlapping the [Intro] } ..
puffin on lye Hopin that it get me high Got a nigga goin cra-zy Oh yeah
I feel cra-zy [Chorus] Time goes by
puffin on lye Hopin that it gets me high Got a nigga goin cra-zy Oh yeah
I feel cra-zy (Tell em bout it) [2Pac] Last year was a hard one
but life goes on Hold my head against the wall learnin right from wrong They say my ghetto intrumental
detrimental to kids As if they can t see the misery in which they live Blame me
for the outcome
ban my records - check it Don t have to bump this but please respect it I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us Turned into a plus
now they stuck livin blinded Hennesey got me feelin bad
time to stop drinkin Rollin
in my drop-top Jag
what s that cops thinkin? Sittin in my car
watch the stars and smoke I came a long way but still I got so far to go Dear mama
don t worry; I ma watch for snakes Tell Setchu
that I love her
but it s hard to take I got the letter that she sent me
and I cried for weeks This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was [Chorus - repeat 2X] (One
two
three
four) [2Pac] I see bloods and crips runnin up the hill Lookin for a better wayyyyyy..
My brothers and sisters it s time to bail cause even thug niggaz prayyyyyy..
Hopin God hear me
I entered the game; look how much I changed I m no longer innocent - casualties of fame Made a lot of money
seen a lot of places And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama s face when I gave her the keys to her own house
this your land Your only son done became a man Watchin time fly; I love my people do or die But I wonder why
we scared to let each other fly June 1-6
7-1
the day mama pushed me out her womb
told me
"Nigga get paid." No one can understand me - the black sheep Outcasted from my family
now packin heat I run the streets
a young runaway
live for today When he died
I could hear him say
c mon..
[Chorus - repeat 2X] [Bad Ass] God help me out here
cause I m posessed I need the root of all evil for my stress Cause money s like a stong prescription drug
it s got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it inflicted Somethin bout the paper wit the pictures of the president s
head Damn
it s like a mother in plague that spread It s epidemic; forgotten
forgotten it got worse I keep my head on straight
makin money cause it s cursed Makin money makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay paid
no doubt
day in and day out This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin to live No matter how hard you try
it s in death
you gotta die A lot of my
peers didn t make it to the years to come Did life doin right
or did life livin dumb Who has the answers? I wonder; I turn to my elders They aged and experienced
but they can t even tell ya or tell me
that there ll be light at the end of the road (Why?) Cause they don t even know A million thangs run through my mind..
You ain t gotta be in jail to be doin time..
[Chorus - repeat 2X] { Chorus repeats while Tupac speaks below | [2Pac] I feel ed up in this bitch.
I smoked half a ounce to the head Chocolate tye
indo
Hawaiian
lambsbread
buddha
all that shit I m ed up in this mother er
and Hennesey don t help and Hennesey don t help - Thug Passion in this muh er Makaveli the Don puttin it down to the fullest
maximum overload 3 Day Theory - Killuminati to your body with the impact of a 12 gauge shotty Double-I slugs
no love
straight thugs One time for my niggaz in the jail cell (One time for my niggaz locked up) One time for my niggaz doin life in hell (One time for my niggaz and shit
one time) One time for my niggaz in the jail cell (One time) One time for my niggaz doin life in hell (One time for my niggaz locked down) One time for my niggaz in the jail cell (For my niggaz locked up
one time) One time for my niggaz on Death Row (One time for my niggaz on the Row) For my niggaz on Death Row One time for my niggaz livin
broke (Westside
California style
L.A.!) One time for my niggaz livin
broke (You know what time it is
no doubt) One time for my niggaz in the..
jail cell (Get high
puffin on lye
wonder if it get me high) (Yeah
yeah
crazy..)

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