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Voice - 2Pac:
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It's gonna be alright, You gotta believe dat
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[Treach]
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dear god times are changing and the weather got hot
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over the past year a lot of niggas went pop drop
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so i thank you for my life and all that i got
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i wanna praise you and drop off a message to Pac
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i was sitten here lookin at your picture my nigga
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puttin hash with the weed wit a mixture of liqour
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we can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit i can't figure
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nigga i miss ya this thug gonna miss ya til i'm wit cha'
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it was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down
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doesn't even seem like 7 years passed
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both rodies now homies out the hood on the scene
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you did the humpty with the u i did the walk wit the queen
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was a dream smokin and drinkin ?
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Stealin' backstage passes to hit ho's and coleseums
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? the flip up make them lift they shit up
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get it the get up lift the trix up and switch up
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think of all the times that i rolled wit mine
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male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge
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they was grindin with the good shine through they were on you
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just know i'm gonna mourn you til i join you
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Chorus: x2
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ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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i hope you here me now in god we trust
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even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
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i'll mourn you til i join you cause i'll keep in touch
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[Treach]
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we was two lil niggas both skinny and broke
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happy if we scrap pennies for smokes
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tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news
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you was over in ney york to film this movie called juice
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called you back you told me back up me and you
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and stretch could shack up
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the thug luv back up the act up
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? callen for us cause they know we all kicked up dust
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you remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our rings
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you beat his ass then you spit in his face
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i remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewls
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and big stretch punched him out his shoes
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back then i was taken stashes quick who holdin
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thats when every piece of bud i was rolen was stolen
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we would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks
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spit the emos over demos thinken ladies and lemos
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you was a wild motha fucka who could never sit still
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said you wouldn't rest untill you saw a mill
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nigga i felt you
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we was back an forth burough to projects for forts
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damn i wish they knew how much you loved new york
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shit and can't nobody dis my nigga
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motha fuck that i miss my nigga
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i'm a mourn you til i join you
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Spoken:
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You ain't got to worry about how long i'm gonna morn ya,
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I'm gonna keep your name on tha streets
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Chorus x2
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[Treach]
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i'm ya true mutherfucka thug nation alert
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keep his name on the street til ya lay in the dirt
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this shit hurts cause we went from poor to rich
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you're supposed to see alot more than this
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they brought you up locked you up when you did above the rim
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they let you out you called us up we came as thugs again
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we were here ah-ha rapist they shout
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ya'll was talkin shit that ya'll didn't know a damn thang bout
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you was going through your stress while your enemies laughed
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ain't never take no shit and Tupac never took no ass
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fuck the press fuck the world life goes on when you die
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fuck the judge fuck the court and every bitch that lied
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a little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked
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my lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot
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soon as i get there i find Afeni urgin' me
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think i missed my baby, don't leave after surgery
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so i'm lookin in her eyes while they walkin me through
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thinkin Pac hard head what the hell i'm a do
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so we kicked it as they stayed and i asked what you need
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you say a pound for comin nigga and a hit of some weed
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so i asked you not to go over and over god knows
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you done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes
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so we got over that, you held up got locked
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? they had you caged when i stopped
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yeah the chain remains plus you a part of my link
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they fucked up by givin you too much time to think
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i remember your release and we met up in l.a.?
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at the ? gettin blazed hand me down with the hay
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after that you blew up a made nigga platinum plus
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addicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs
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now we in these s |