[2Pac]

Damn, another funeral, another motherfucker

Lord knows* 'Pac is choking on blunt smoke *

Lord knows* coughing harder *

Lord knows* one final cough *



I smoke a blunt to take the pain out

And if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out

I'm hopeless, they shoulda killed me as a baby

And now they got me trapped in the storm, I'm goin crazy

Forgive me; they wanna see me in my casket

and if I don't blast I'll be the victim of them bastards

I'm loosin hope, they got me stressin, can the Lord forgive me

Got the spirit of a thug in me

Another sip of that drink, this Hennesey got me queasy

Don't wanna earl, young nigga take it easy

Picture your dreams on a triple beam, and it seems

don't underestimate the power of a fiend

To my homies on the block

slangin rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

When you're runnin from the cops -- and never look back

If they could be black, then they would switch

Open fire on them busta-ass bitches, and Lord knows...



(Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)

Lord knows* coughing again *

(He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)

The Lord knows* still coughing *

(He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)

The Lord knows

(He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)



I wonder if the Lord will forgive me or bury me a G

I couldn't let my adversaries worry me

and every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest

and still a nigga stressin over death

If I could choose when a nigga die, figure I'd

take a puff on the blunt, and let my trigga fly

When everyday it's another death, with every breath,

it's a constant threat, so watch yo' step!

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