shady, baby your taste as fine as gravy The way you move that thang, you make me wanna sang Girl you make my bells rang, make them go ting-a-ling! Now
bleed God bless the dead" [Chorus - 2pac:] God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead [2pac:] Man, ain't nobody promised me a thang I
gutter now I can't turn back [Chorus 1: 2Pac] It seems I can't turn back They want me to change But yo, I can't turn back [Chorus 2: 2Pac] I can't turn
parking lots Now let's RIDE (Fo' them 15-stair, no slides) Let's RIDE (For the homeys pullin airs backside) Let's RIDE (Ol' skool, Dogtown, Bert Slide) Let
with' me hollerin' 2 C's Wack and Pooh rider, them my niggaz from 2 P's. I smashed in the 90s and I run into 2 G's You ain't a gangbanger, so you run
to hit My niggaz Don Perry we got some bodies to burry Hide them niggaz with rugers and hide them lugers with Karen Now its very nescesary that this bid go
Break bread (where them ballers at) Break bread-break bread (where them ballers at) Break bread-break bread (where them ballers at) Break bread-break
got the beats slow Slim Thug keep the streets thoed Drank spray bout to be blowed Cause Rico got them sweets roll Now ask them cause the streets know
told me God's got his hands on you Geno (Chorus - 2x) There was this angel, whoa oh oh oh There was this angel, and it won't let me go [Darkside Ballaz
here) Hoodrats in this thang (Come here) Hoodrats in this thang (Come here) Hoodrats in this thang (Come here) Hoodrats in this thang (Come here) [Chorus 4] - repeat 2X [Chorus 2
feat. 2Pac, Money B) You've now entered the quest to, the black triangle Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, hahaha Yes it has many meanings
back Ya know, here we go [Brotha Lynch Hung] I got that spit venom shit that'll wrinkle up ya denim shit Fuck them niggaz they all hoes I run up in them
that God hasn't finished with me yet I feel his hand on my brain When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang But am I less holy Cuz
hasn't finished with me yet I feel his hand on my brain When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang But am I less holy Cuz I choose
bills to pay, nigga go all out Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out Try'na see the next day, nigga go all out Obstacles in ya way, you better
to go against the Outlawz [Chorus] World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang.. World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang.. [Verse Four: 2Pac
buy a four four blasting at playa hating wantin' mo' with a Thug Passion [Verse Three: 2Pac] Putting down mashin' control by this Thug's Passion unlike them
highway, formulatin plans Can't wait til I see L.A., cause it's so scandalous Chorus Chorus *repeat to end* (2Pac speaks over it) [2Pac] Aiyyo