2Pac feat. Yaki Kadafi - Who Do You Believe In |
lol2007
|
02.07.2008 . |
[Intro] Let us pray Heavenly Father Hear a nigga down here Before I go to sleep Tell me, who do you believe in? Who do you believe in?
[2Pac] I see mothers in black crying Brothers in packs dying Plus everybodies high Too doped up to ask why Watching our on downfall, witness the end It's like we don't believe in God Cuz we living in sin I asked my homie on the block Why he strapped, he laughed Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blasted It's just another murder Nobody mourns no more My tear drops getting bigger But can't figure what I'm crying for Is it the miniature caskets, little babies Victims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy Maybe its just the drugs Visions of how the block was Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us Perhaps the underlying fact stay high Explain genocide It's when we ride on our own kind What is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror We can't escape fate The end is getting nearer
1 - [2Pac] Who do you believe in? I put my faith in God Blessed and still breathing And even though it's hard That's who I believe in Before I'm leaving, I'm askin' the grieving Who do you believe in?
Repeat 1
[2Pac] Can't close my eyes cuz all I see is terror I hate the man in the mirror Cuz his reflection makes the pain turn realer Times of armageddon, murder in mass amounts In this society where only getting the cash counts I started out as a beginner Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner I make my money and vacate, evade prison Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven And all the hennessy and weed can't hide The pain I feel inside You know it's like I'm living just to die I fall on my knees and beg for mercy Not knowing if I'm worthy Living life thinking no man can hurt me So I'm asking, before I lay me down to sleep Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me My misery, I rose up from the slums Made it out the flames In my search for fame will I change? And I'm asking
Repeat 1 Repeat 1
[Kadafi] Faith in Allah, believe in me, and it's plastic Cuz so far I done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets With they chest plates stretched like elastic And what's worse I'm on front line Holding down, camps still mashing Heard my cousin one of the old heads from the block Just came home October of 95 Back in Yardsville, stuck with a three to five If he don't act up, now he realize If you don't stay wise, then in this game you fucked Talk to my baby girl Give me the word on what she heard One of the grimmies is snitching Diamond a stool pigeon I taked to him, he said he didn't My man said he did, in fact he sure Cuz he just came home off bail
Repeat 1 Repeat 1
|