2 Pac - Only Fear of Death
Psst, ay yo, are you afraid to die?
Or do you wanna live forever?
Tell me
What’s wrong?
They wanna bury me
I’m worried
I’m losing my mind
Look down the barrel of my nine
And my vision is blurry
Falling to pieces, am I guilty?
I pray to the lord, but he ignores me
Unfortunately, because I’m guilty
Show me a miracle, I’m hopeless
I’m choking on marijuana smoke
With every toke is
Like I’m losing focus
Falling asleep while I’m in service
When will I die?
Forever, paranoid nervous
Because I’m high
Don’t mention funerals, I’m stressing, and going nutty,
And remincing about the niggas that murdered my buddy
I wonder when will I be happy
Ain’t nothing funny
Flashbacks of busting caps
Anything for money
Where am I going, I’ve discovered
Can’t understand
Why my next door nieghbor is having carloads of undercovers
What a suprise in the mailbox
Hope she get it
Happy birthday bitch, you know you shouldn’t of did it
Everybodies dying, am I next
Who can I trust?
Will they be g’s and look at me
Before they bust
Or will they kill me while I’m sleeping
Two to the head
While I’m in bed, leaking
Blood on my satin sheets
Is there a heaven for a baller?
Gettin’ susipicious of this bitch
The line is busy everytime I call her
Now she’s telling me to visit
Who else is home?
I check the house before I bone
So we alone
After I nut
I hit the highway, see ya later
To all the playas, watched her fly way
A nigga played her
Bitch is telling all her homies
That I can fuck her like no other
And now other bitches wanna bone me
I’m under pressure, getting drunk
Somebody help me
I drank a fifth of hennessey
I don’t think it’s healthy
I see my enemies they creeping
Don’t make me blast
I watch the 5-0 roll, the mutha-fuckas pass
Nod me like they know me
Smiling as they laugh
I put up my middle finger, then I dash
Niggas don’t like me cuz I’m thugging
And everyday, I’m a hustler
Looking to get paid
They wanna bury me, I’m worried
No need to lie
I pray to god
I won’t scream when it’s time to fry
No where to rest
I’m losing homies
Ain’t that a bitch
When I was rich I had clout
Now a niggas lonely
I put the pistol to my head
And say a pray
I see visions of me dead
Lord are you there
They tell me I’m lost, cuz I’m lonely
I thought I had friends
But in the end
A nigga dies lonely
No where to run
I’m in terror
And no one cares
A close casket at my funeral
But no one is there
Is there a future for a killer
I change my ways
But still that don’t promise me the next day
So I stay thugging with a passion
Forever blasting
I’m busting on you mutha-fuckas when I mash
They wonder if I’m hell bound
Well hell can’t be worse than this
Cuz I’m in hell now
Don’t make me hurt you
I don’t want to, but I will
I’ve seen mutha-fuckas killed over blown deals
Never will I die, I’ll be back
Re-incarnated as a mutha-fucking mac
Eleven, cuz in heaven
There’s no shortage on g’s
I’m telling you now
You mutha-fuckas don’t know me...