ترانه:
2Pac Lost Souls

thug It's for the neighborhood and weed spots that we love Lost souls, lost souls, nigga for my homeboys that passed on Words from the mind of a lost soul

ترجمه: 2pac. روحهای گمشده.

pure no more And I know they got a cure for this shit We ain't rich irst we lost Eazy Then we lost Pac, Biggie got killled When this shit gon stop?

had so much love until tha paraphernalia, you can't floss or make mill one fellow dies in his click then it's all hell Big Poppa took hot ones 2Pacalypse

[Intro: 2Pac] Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Rotten

, so he can fill plates You might get love but you still feel hate Through and chain plates, we communicate Chicago to brooklyn nigga real ones do relate (Verse 2

I feel you {uhh} (baby don't) But you can't, you can't give up {Hey 2Pac what?} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard

, Shed a tear for him, like 2Pac said: "Even thugs cry." No! What am I doin'?! Gotta pull this gun away from my head, What difference will it make? My soul

're not 2Pac Don't make me, too hot and you're not Shootin' at me, with the only shot you got Ja quit playin' knock it off you're not 2Pac You'll get