And by the freedom of God we've got a sure-shot and Jesus you've been good to me when it all stops/My life goes on for sure Mr. Shakur been blessed with your pressence your essence remains pure
Bizzy Bone
I never made it in school in '92 lookin for a job as a part-time father only if you knew Pac/With the chronic through your music was gettin me through it it's 1999 now what we gon do huh /Ya old enemies snicker when I poured out a little liquor better not blasphemy your name and make you out to be the sinner/Who spent they holiday with the ghetto we cookin a hood dinner/Writes in my memoirs right next to your picture remember life goes on/That's what you told me homie and Silk-E Fyne hooked it up in the knick of time you know me/Shit I may be lonely and I talk to you I hope you're listenin and we mob through you we all miss him/And mommy say "hey, please feed the babies" Johnny J still crazy as hell takin your class in college hope I don't fail but I wish I had the mail for the million dollar bail that'd be too much like writin the whole situation it still smell kinda fishy to me bring the demons to the light and the truth might set me free/Well they can't kill ya twice by the freedom of God we have a sure-shot and Jesus you have been so good to me
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Bizzy Bone
(Gimme a cigarette) Yo my friends ain't feelin me tobacco companies make money off killing me we've been waitin for forty acres like we silly damn and a earthquake for the world's retaliation all the abombination call it El Nino but it feels like revelations huh/And Pac they copy you you don't think I think a fan shot you they was jealous of your jewelry and the jury thought they got you/I fast prepare for the rapture with the last of the ghetto bastards walkin the wilderness with God-given talent to ashes/Pass the pastor he ain't helpin the hood like judges should but life goes on it's all good/And humbly we fight for wood to keep us stupid huh and after Eazy it ain't no more Ruthless acoustics/Saints producers seduce us but choose to boost us before we prove em wrong counter-revolutionary to move us but life goes on/Within the music and the song gets abusive if you use it to fuel your fire huh
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Bizzy Bone
Supporting my people distorting my people don't call on my people evilness finders keepers losers weep the reaper/Oh you cheap now proposition 187 and you think we sleep now how in the new millenium could we smile/God loves the underdog and of course the ghettos are closed just when the rain fall reminisce on tattoos the oceans pain y'all/Nautious for the dosage of Prozac you prescribed there's too much Melanin in my system musical proof we don't die/And what's the meaning of survival knowledge and wealth it's right there in your bible look at it literally love yo'self/Pass me the lighter when i'm stressin all these issues did I mention my mama gon need some tissue when they get you/I'll continue to flow eternal remember mo murda way back in the day smokin burners with little Layzie man we're shootin at the turtle him and his big boys doggin me out/I'm all alone with my Thuggish Ruggish shirt on but still baby I don't hate you we black and strong even though I knew right where you live/I forgive you and life goes on and life goes on