Staring Through My Rearview Feat. Outlawz 歌词
| 歌曲 | Staring Through My Rearview Feat. Outlawz |
| 歌手 | Tupac |
| 专辑 | The Sex,the Soul & the Street |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Staring at the world through my rearview | |
| Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? | |
| Starin... | |
| Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops | |
| *************z is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop | |
| I wonder when the world stopped caring last night | |
| Two kids shot while the whole block staring | |
| I will never understand this society, first they try | |
| to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed | |
| All my homies trying ****, now the little baby's | |
| crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies | |
| flee when they see me, believe me | |
| Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen | |
| Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan | |
| and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again | |
| I give a holla to my *************z in the darkest corners | |
| Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya | |
| One love from a thug ************* rollin with a posse | |
| full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend | |
| I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true | |
| While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see) | |
| [repeat 2X] | |
| (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview | |
| Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you | |
| I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we) | |
| Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my mother*******s | |
| [repeat 2X] | |
| [E.D.I.] | |
| Now you see him, now you don't, some *************z | |
| be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em? | |
| Well let's see, it seems to be a mystery | |
| But all I know I never let the money get to me | |
| Stay down like the, truest | |
| Thug Life until I check out this *************, I thought you knew this | |
| Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to | |
| While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview | |
| Half you, is down with them Outlawz | |
| Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws | |
| But still we keep ma*************n til our dreams come through | |
| Starin at the world through my rearview | |
| [Tupac] | |
| Now I was raised as a young black male | |
| In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales | |
| Caught a ************* so they send me to these overpacked jails | |
| In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? | |
| Keys to ignition, use at your discretion | |
| Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection | |
| *************z hate me in the section from years of chin checkin | |
| Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons | |
| Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter | |
| cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya | |
| Talk to my guns like they fly ******* | |
| All you bustas best to run look at my ******* | |
| Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true | |
| Still starin at the world through my rearview (I say) | |
| [repeat 2X] | |
| (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview | |
| Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you | |
| I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die | |
| Gettin high, watchin time fly - | |
| and all my mother*******s/************* can die | |
| [repeat 2X] | |
| [Khadafi] | |
| Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers | |
| Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers | |
| Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned | |
| in school, on some Million Man March *************t for the piece/peace | |
| True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed | |
| Criminally addicted, infested since a seed | |
| We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run | |
| by young guns, Outlawz and truants, *************t's deep | |
| Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go | |
| Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough | |
| So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew | |
| Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview | |
| [Tupac] | |
| Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview | |
| So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin | |
| The world, the world is behind us | |
| Once a mother******* get an understanding on the game | |
| and what the levels and the rules of the game is | |
| Then the world ain't no trick no more | |
| The world is a game to be played | |
| So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us | |
| *************z know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it | |
| It's all about the papers, money rule the world | |
| ******* make the world go round | |
| Real *************z do they wanna do, ************* *************z do what they can't | |
| Starin at the world through my rearview | |
| Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you | |
| I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die | |
| Gettin high, watchin tïme fly, ya know/and we'll be | |
| [repeat 4X ] |
| Staring at the world through my rearview | |
| Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? | |
| Starin... | |
| Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops | |
| z is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop | |
| I wonder when the world stopped caring last night | |
| Two kids shot while the whole block staring | |
| I will never understand this society, first they try | |
| to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed | |
| All my homies trying , now the little baby' s | |
| crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies | |
| flee when they see me, believe me | |
| Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen | |
| Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan | |
| and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it' s on again | |
| I give a holla to my z in the darkest corners | |
| Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya | |
| One love from a thug rollin with a posse | |
| full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend | |
| I' m seein nuttin but my dreams comin true | |
| While I' m starin at the world through my rearview see | |
| repeat 2X | |
| They got me starin at the world through my rearview | |
| Go on baby scream to God, he can' t hear you | |
| I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it' s time to die we | |
| Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my mother s | |
| repeat 2X | |
| E. D. I. | |
| Now you see him, now you don' t, some z | |
| be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em? | |
| Well let' s see, it seems to be a mystery | |
| But all I know I never let the money get to me | |
| Stay down like the, truest | |
| Thug Life until I check out this , I thought you knew this | |
| Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to | |
| While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview | |
| Half you, is down with them Outlawz | |
| Outcast, left far, I' m through like southpaws | |
| But still we keep ma n til our dreams come through | |
| Starin at the world through my rearview | |
| Tupac | |
| Now I was raised as a young black male | |
| In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales | |
| Caught a so they send me to these overpacked jails | |
| In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? | |
| Keys to ignition, use at your discretion | |
| Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection | |
| z hate me in the section from years of chin checkin | |
| Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons | |
| Heavenly Father I' m a soldier, I' m gettin hotter | |
| cause the world' s gettin colder, baby let me hold ya | |
| Talk to my guns like they fly | |
| All you bustas best to run look at my | |
| Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true | |
| Still starin at the world through my rearview I say | |
| repeat 2X | |
| They got me starin at the world through my rearview | |
| Go on baby scream to God, he can' t hear you | |
| I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it' s time to die | |
| Gettin high, watchin time fly | |
| and all my mother s can die | |
| repeat 2X | |
| Khadafi | |
| Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers | |
| Ninesix for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers | |
| Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned | |
| in school, on some Million Man March t for the piece peace | |
| True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed | |
| Criminally addicted, infested since a seed | |
| We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run | |
| by young guns, Outlawz and truants, t' s deep | |
| Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go | |
| Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough | |
| So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew | |
| Smoke a blunt for me too, I' m starin through your rearview | |
| Tupac | |
| Hahahaha, you ain' t knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview | |
| So since you ain' t knowin what we mean let me break down understandin | |
| The world, the world is behind us | |
| Once a mother get an understanding on the game | |
| and what the levels and the rules of the game is | |
| Then the world ain' t no trick no more | |
| The world is a game to be played | |
| So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us | |
| z know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it | |
| It' s all about the papers, money rule the world | |
| make the world go round | |
| Real z do they wanna do, z do what they can' t | |
| Starin at the world through my rearview | |
| Go on baby scream to God, he can' t hear you | |
| I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it' s time to die | |
| Gettin high, watchin t me fly, ya know and we' ll be | |
| repeat 4X |
| Staring at the world through my rearview | |
| Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? | |
| Starin... | |
| Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops | |
| z is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop | |
| I wonder when the world stopped caring last night | |
| Two kids shot while the whole block staring | |
| I will never understand this society, first they try | |
| to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed | |
| All my homies trying , now the little baby' s | |
| crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies | |
| flee when they see me, believe me | |
| Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen | |
| Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan | |
| and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it' s on again | |
| I give a holla to my z in the darkest corners | |
| Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya | |
| One love from a thug rollin with a posse | |
| full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend | |
| I' m seein nuttin but my dreams comin true | |
| While I' m starin at the world through my rearview see | |
| repeat 2X | |
| They got me starin at the world through my rearview | |
| Go on baby scream to God, he can' t hear you | |
| I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it' s time to die we | |
| Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my mother s | |
| repeat 2X | |
| E. D. I. | |
| Now you see him, now you don' t, some z | |
| be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em? | |
| Well let' s see, it seems to be a mystery | |
| But all I know I never let the money get to me | |
| Stay down like the, truest | |
| Thug Life until I check out this , I thought you knew this | |
| Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to | |
| While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview | |
| Half you, is down with them Outlawz | |
| Outcast, left far, I' m through like southpaws | |
| But still we keep ma n til our dreams come through | |
| Starin at the world through my rearview | |
| Tupac | |
| Now I was raised as a young black male | |
| In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales | |
| Caught a so they send me to these overpacked jails | |
| In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? | |
| Keys to ignition, use at your discretion | |
| Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection | |
| z hate me in the section from years of chin checkin | |
| Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons | |
| Heavenly Father I' m a soldier, I' m gettin hotter | |
| cause the world' s gettin colder, baby let me hold ya | |
| Talk to my guns like they fly | |
| All you bustas best to run look at my | |
| Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true | |
| Still starin at the world through my rearview I say | |
| repeat 2X | |
| They got me starin at the world through my rearview | |
| Go on baby scream to God, he can' t hear you | |
| I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it' s time to die | |
| Gettin high, watchin time fly | |
| and all my mother s can die | |
| repeat 2X | |
| Khadafi | |
| Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers | |
| Ninesix for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers | |
| Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned | |
| in school, on some Million Man March t for the piece peace | |
| True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed | |
| Criminally addicted, infested since a seed | |
| We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run | |
| by young guns, Outlawz and truants, t' s deep | |
| Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go | |
| Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough | |
| So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew | |
| Smoke a blunt for me too, I' m starin through your rearview | |
| Tupac | |
| Hahahaha, you ain' t knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview | |
| So since you ain' t knowin what we mean let me break down understandin | |
| The world, the world is behind us | |
| Once a mother get an understanding on the game | |
| and what the levels and the rules of the game is | |
| Then the world ain' t no trick no more | |
| The world is a game to be played | |
| So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us | |
| z know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it | |
| It' s all about the papers, money rule the world | |
| make the world go round | |
| Real z do they wanna do, z do what they can' t | |
| Starin at the world through my rearview | |
| Go on baby scream to God, he can' t hear you | |
| I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it' s time to die | |
| Gettin high, watchin t me fly, ya know and we' ll be | |
| repeat 4X |
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