TestoGrab tha Mic

2Pac

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I grab the mic and try to say, "Yes y'all!" Staring at the world through my rearview I grab the mic and try to say, "Yes y'all!"

Staring at the world through my rearview Nobody thought I'd make it, the world called me loser Just a high school drop-out, young drug abuser Momma told me there'd be days like this, I never listened Spent my childhood years in my neighborhood prison The world don't give a fuck about the kids I could see from the poverty and the evil shit they did To my young nation Participation, more hesitation could turn lethal When it ain't no love for a young nigga, he turn evil And burn people, with no hope, it's no peace To all my niggas start regulating on your streets Busting the neighborhood scatters, another drug war There ain't no truce or negotiating with thug lords Tried conversating but he won't listen He says the world is a living hell for God's children Picture him still in the pen doing life plus two While I'm staring at the world through my rear view I grab the mic and try to say, "Yes y'all!" Staring at the world through my rearview I grab the mic and try to say, "Yes y'all!" Staring at the world through my rearview It's clearer now, cause I'm a noted individual Bust 'em to God, not just a small time criminal Times have changed, homies died, only lies remained Massive amounts of narcotics helped me hide the pain Wishing on a Benz, came up on the Jag Then gotty out for the crime time, reflect on the past All my home boys that didn't make it, for you I do it 'member back in the days as young truants, uh... Telling me to beware because you cared Helped me to be prepared Cemetery of homies no longer here But what about the babies? Lost and watching burglars Too dumb to be a dealer, too young to be murderer I'm begging you God, don't make their lives too hard They're already scarred, too doped up to see the stars We're living to die, everybody's high plus I'm high too Staring at the world through my rearview I grab the mic and try to say, "Yes y'all!" Staring at the world through my rearview I grab the mic and try to say, "Yes y'all!" Staring at the world through my rearview Pictures of plenty, handling semis, sipping Hennessy I hustle for pennies, known by all, feared by many I watched and took notes as a child, I strategised Witnessing crack dealings and drug killings that scattered lives Niggas don't know me but they think That we can be closer than homies, nigga you phony so quit buying drinks Mind on my money and funny about my currency Niggas don't want to see me, shooting but they ain't worry me Living to tell, prison is hell for a nigga They're using my bail, build bigger jails for a nigga Father, I'm feeling tired, forgive cause I'm a sinner Living life as a thug, while ducking cops and the criminals Homies and dead and buried, past times is gone You ask why I drink liquor? Cause my mind is gone And if I die, then let me watch what we've been through Staring at the world through my rearview I grab the mic and try to say, "Yes y'all!" Staring at the world through my rearview I grab the mic and try to say, "Yes y'all!" Staring at the world through my rearview

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