Everything They Owe
Everything They Owe Album : Until The End Of Time
2Pac Imagine if you could go back Actually talk to the muthafuckers that passed away (HaHaHa) And then the first muthafuckers that came in the slave ships (Excuse me, excuse me) Ya know...
1 - 2Pac We back for everything you owe No longer oppressed Cause now over throw those that placed us in this rotten mess But lets agree on strategy and pick our enemies right Who stands accused of the abuse? My own kind, to ride Pardon, not disregarding what you thinkin But you must abandon ship Cause once I rip your hole, shit is sinking Supreme ideology, you claim to hold Claiming that we all drug dealers with empty souls That used to tempt me to roll Commit to violence in the mist of an act of war Witnesses left silent, shoutin Black talents, style thoughts I throw It remains in your brain, then of course it grows Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise Picture a life where black babies can survive past five But we must have hope Quoting the reverend from the Pope But refuse to turn the other cheek We must defeat the evil cobra Lace me with words of destruction and I'll explode But supply me with the will to survive and watch the world grow This ain't 'bout talkin 'bout problems, I'll bring solutions Wisdom, restitution Stipulated through the Constitution You violated now I'm back to haunt your nights Listen to the screams of the lives you sacrificed And in case you don't know Ghetto born black seeds still grow We coming back for everything you owe
Chorus I'm comin collectin the shit that belong to me Muthafuckers all runnin and duckin (How do you plead, Mr. Shakur? How do you plead?) I'm a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality (How do I plead?) (Yes, Sir, how do you plead?) (Shit, you know how I plead) Armed with missiles, guns, grenades, pull out the pin free (C'mon!) (Shit...) I'm coming (coming, coming)...
2 - 2Pac Not guilty on the grounds of insanity It was them or me Bustin at my innocent family Say they lookin for keys I was home alone, blind to the prelude Bustin, talking 'bout where is the quaaludes? What you say fool? Where in the hell is the search warrant? No feedback is what he uttered Before he screamed, Nigga muthafucker Drop me to my knees, I proceed to bleed Suffering a rain of blows to my hands and knees Will I survive? Is God watching? I grab his gat and bust in self-defense, my only option God damn, now they got me going to the county jail And my family can't pay this outrageous bail Try to offer me a deal They told me if I squeal Move me and my people to a mansion in Brazil Not me, so this is how it ends, no friends I'll be stressed and they just repossessed my Benz Told the judge it was self-defense, he won't listen So I'm bumpin this in federal prison Givin everything I owe
Chorus - X2 I'm comin collectin the shit that belong to me Muthafuckers all runnin and duckin I'm a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality Armed with missiles, guns, grenades, pull out the pin free I'm coming (coming, coming)...
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