Real thug figure, straight hard hitter Whoadie gone, homies pour out a lil' liquor Can't find the killer, damn and it hurt man Whoadie on a t-shirt,
Wallace hair Hate the niggaz that ain't spitters blow up off market favors (you!) So from now on I'm startin terror Aiyyo God, here I come, tell 2Pac
a fiend If it's possible they end up cause we gone drink again Puffing on this dro ain't the same no mo' Drinking on this henne shit just ain't the same
ain't) Ain't no place I'd rather be Chillin with homies and family In a sky high iced out paradise In the skyyyyy (There ain't) Ain't no place I
t understand what we go through to become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears [Chorus: 2Pac + Young Noble] I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni**az can't
way, right around the time when you got elected Ain't nothin changed All the promises you made, before you got elected.. .. they ain't came true [2Pac
want the fame but the industry's a lot like, a crap game Ain't no time for commitment, I gotta go Can't be wit you every minute miss, another show And