"Starin' Through My Rear View"
Staring at the world through my rearview
Just looking back at the world, from another level ya know whatImean?Starin...Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stopsNiggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stopI wonder when the world stopped caring last nightTwo kids shot while the whole block staringI will never understand this society, first they tryto murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breedAll my homies trying weed, now the little baby'scrazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemiesflee when they see me, believe meEven Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listenThrough the intermissions search your heart for a planand we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on againI give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest cornersRoll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for yaOne love from a thug nigga rollin with a possefull of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friendI'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin trueWhile I'm starin at the world through my rearview
They got me Starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear youI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers
E.D.I.]Now you see him, now you don't, some niggazbe here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em?Well let's see, it seems to be a mysteryBut all I know I never let the money get to meStay down like the, truestThug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew thisWho is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care toWhile you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearviewHalf you, is down with them OutlawzOutcast, left far, I'm through like southpawsBut still we keep mashin til our dreams come throughStarin at the world through my rearview
[Tupac]Now I was raised as a young black maleIn order to get paid, forced to make crack salesCaught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jailsIn the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me?Keys to ignition, use at your discretionRoll with a twelve gauge pump for protectionNiggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkinTurn to Smith and Wesson war weaponsHeavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hottercause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold yaTalk to my guns like they fly bitchesAll you bustas best to run look at my bitchesNow I know the answers to the question, do dreams come trueStill starin at the world through my rearview They got me starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear youI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to dieGettin high, watchin time fly -and all my motherfuckers/nigga can die
Khadafi]Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepersNine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepersBless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learnedin school, on some Million Man March shit for the piece/peaceTrue that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greedCriminally addicted, infested since a seedWe all die, breed bleed like humans, towns runby young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deepTurn eighteen, burn my will when I goBurnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my doughSo while you reminiscin all nights out with the crewSmoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview[Tupac]Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearviewSo since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandinThe world, the world is behind usOnce a motherfucker get an understanding on the gameand what the levels and the rules of the game isThen the world ain't no trick no moreThe world is a game to be playedSo now we lookin at the world, from like, behind usNiggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do itIt's all about the papers, money rule the worldBitches make the world go roundReal niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can'tStarin at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear youI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to dieGettin high, watchin time fly, ya know