Reporter
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You may remember hearing about a murder
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In Las Vegeas 2 months ago
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In which a popular and contreversal performer
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Was shot
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Gang land style and killed
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It's a murder that hasn't yet been solved
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But the investigation has invited closer scrootney
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Of the music industry
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(Fades away)
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2Pac
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Them same mother fuckers want a murder me
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Them same mother fuckers
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Them same mother fuckers want a murder me
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(Ya'll mother fucking crazy)
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Crazy
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I got a work with what you gave me
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Claiming I'm a criminal
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When you the one that made me
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They got me trapped in this slavery
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Now I'm lost in this holocaust
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Heading for my grave G
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I told Sam he can fuck the war
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& got a busted jaw
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For saying fuck the law
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And if you wonder why I'm Mad check the records
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What's a nigga got a do to get respected
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Sometimes I think I'm Getting tested
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& if I dont say yes a nigga's quick to get arrested
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That's the reason I stay zested
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I keep a vest on my chest
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Incase the cops are getting restless
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Walk around ready to light shit up
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& since my life is fucked
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Some say I'm slighty nuts
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Buck buck is the sound as i mooova
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Other niggas pay attention when a fool bust
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They make a nigga be a killer
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I used to be a dealer
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But they wanted to see whooo's realer
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Now them same motherfuckers want a murder me
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& i wonder if the lord ever heard of me
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Chorus
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Them same mother fuckers want a murder me
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(they know everyday when I'm breathing it's it's...)
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Them same mother fuckers want a murder me
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(Everytime i speak i want the truth to come out)
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Them same mother fuckers want a murder me(You know what I'm saying everytime i speak i dont want shit)
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& i wonder if the lord ever heard of me
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I need loot so I'm doing what i do
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& don't say shit
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until you've walked in my shoes
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They Tryna Murder Me
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| 2Pac |
