JDHD beats - Jawz Tight 2022

(My game plan to be trained in)
Military mind!
Sitting in a cemetery crying!
(I've been lost since my adolescence calling for) Jesus!
(Balling as a youngster wondering if he see's us)
(Young black males, Crack sales got me three strikes)
Living in jail!
(this is hell enemies die, wonder when we all pass, is anybody listening?
Got my)
J, D, H, D!
Check it out
Is it, money and women?
The funny beginnings tragic ending's
I can make a million and still not get enough of spending
And since my life is based on sinning, I'm hell bound
Rather be buried than be worried, living held down
My game plan to be trained in
Military mind of a thug lord sitting in a cemetery crying'
I've been lost since my adolescence calling for Jesus
Balling as a youngster wondering if he see's us
Young black males
Crack sales got me three strikes
Living in jail this is hell enemies die
Wonder when we all pass, is anybody listening
Got my hands on my semi shotty, everybody's snitching
Please god can you understand me
Bless my family
Guide us all before we fall into insanity
I'm making a point to make my beat bumping raw life
Drop some shit to have these stupid bitches jaws tight
Go, Niggas want to get it on let's fight
I got some niggas in my click
That make them motherfuckers jaws tight now
Go, Niggas want to get it on let's fight
I got some niggas in my click
That make them motherfuckers jaws tight
Go, Niggas want to get it on let's fight
I got some niggas in my click
That make them motherfuckers jaws tight now
Go, Niggas want to get it on let's fight
I got some niggas in my click
That make them motherfuckers jaws tight
All eyes on me
Ayy, to my nigger Pac
Ayy you know what
I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust
So many player hating niggas trying to sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowing
Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards going
Well are you still down nigga? Holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
I got a caravan of niggas every time we ride every time we ride
Hitting motherfuckers up when we pass by when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player
'Cause even when I'm high, fuck with me and get crossed later
The futures in my eyes, 'cause all I want is cash and things
A five-double-oh, Benz flaunting flashy rings, uh
Bitches pursue me like a dream
Been know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
It seems, my main thing was to be major paid
The game sharper than a motherfucking razor blade
Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
One nigga's getting jealous, and motherfuckers died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me
We got foe niggas, and low riders, in ski masks
Screaming Thug Life every time they pass All eyes on me
Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even getting high All eyes on me
(All eyes on me)
Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player, 'cause even getting high
Pay attention my niggas
See how that shit go?
Nigga walk up in this motherfucker
And it be like "Bing!"
Cops Live my life as a thug nigga, 'til the day I die
Live my life as a thug nigga) bitches ('cause even getting high
Every motherfucking body
I got busters hoes and police watching a nigga ya know?
(I live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die)
Living life as a boss player, 'cause even getting high all eyes on me
It's like what they think?
I'm walking around with some Ki's in my pocket or something? All eyes on me
They think I'm going back to jail, they really on that dope
J, D, H, D
I got shot 5 times
One, two, three, four, and five, you know what a mean
I got crucified to the media, you know what a mean
And i walked through with the thorns on, and i had shit thrown on me
And i had this, the, thief at the top and told that nigga i'll be back for ya
You know what a mean
Trust me, this is not supposed to be going down, i'l be back
So, im not saying im Jesus but we go through that type of thing everyday
We dont part the red sea, but we walk through the hood without getting shot
You know what a mean

Written by:
tupac shakur

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