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
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
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
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
back Retirement home and ain't nothing after that Except you layin in a casket black Suit on you can't go to heaven with timberland boots on No subliminals I ain't
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
la mode (uh, say it again) my soul a la mode (a la mode) The soul provider... (Chorus) Verse 2: Sacred living. Sinning like you can't forgive him. Suspending
everybody a suspect The man at the liquor store, the women at the mall, ain't nobody worth trustin' Smiles every mother fucken where nigga go everybody ain't