death around the corner Chorus (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around
to slay these bitch made niggas [Bizzy-overlapping Pac] Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv [2Pac
s sock with two bodies on it Capricorn, Aquarius Lost so much blood, these bitch niggaz in they periods They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice
sock with two bodies on it Capricorn, Aquarius Lost so much blood, these bitch niggaz in they periods They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice
they G's and they ain't Mess around, get layed down in the paint Better do what you say, and say what you do For I come around your hood, broad day with
enemies love their kids If my enemies love their kids only if my enemies love their kids Hey, why have drama nigga, your baby mama stay right around the corner
don't like rap lovin our shit, We got niggaz who was stuck on Pac bumpin our shit. These niggaz can't see me like I ain't been around lately, A good
with the pain" (My nigga Ray Luv, when'd you get up out the pen, man?) [ Ray Luv ] June 2nd '93 I returned to the streets Did 2 months in the county
50 enemies plotten my death All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie
[2Pac] If you a bad boy [Chorus: repeat 2X] If you a bad boy then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up when the rob
[2Pac] If you a bad boy [Chorus: repeat 2X] If you a bad boy then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up when the rob me
I die in my sleep I know it's gonna be a 187 Ain't no turning back I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks I see death around the corner My time to go I'm ready
hope I die in my sleep I know its gonna be a 187 Ain't no turning back I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks I See death around the corner My time to go
feelin like he blasted I never seen a man cry But my lifestyle is fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die The faces of death Who coulda predicted 2pac
hit my nigga Gutta with them gutta ways All of my cousins bussin' K's So I was lead astray And I don't pray, so I'm thinking bout death I never once,
they do for cock I hit the telly thrash and slide off before the rooster crock pour out some liquor for big let off 2 for pac don't mingle around niggas
I see death around the corner (master p) Ya thought it was over But it's only the beginnig, thug niggas don't die One born every minute, 2 pac don't
He says - [imitating 2Pac] "I'm hip-notic, hip-ocritical I could say (Dear Mama) and wonder why they call you bitch I seen drama, I step to the odds lookin at death