Testo Dedication 2Pac

Dedication

Chorus
The lord has taken you away
To see a brighter day
You know we miss you Tupac.
Repeat Chorus 3 more times
Dear God I wonder can you save me
The ghetto's got me losing my mind I'm going crazy.
From shootouts with suckas my opposition collapses
They got me rolling dice with my eleven I don't want a crap.
With black fools gonna attack those and I hit their ass first
Cause in the sea and in a sqeeze got me feeling like I'm cursed
Have you forsaken either way got me actin like a villian
With a million dollar dream, kill the sceam and scandelous ass women
Im bending blocks and toting glocks on a daily operation
And facing death around the corner if I let these suckas take me
But I'm a ridah so im a ride ‘til the wheels fall off
And shove these bastards in the caskets, haul they asses off
Though we barried ghetto soldiers who lie close at heart
And separate from family members in the tears of support
Wash your tears through the years knowing our love aint gonna cease
Increase gun rates and poverty got us stuck on our knees
Beggin the lord why have you cursed men with white collar and gun play
About the projects with no money, still stuck on this one way
Streets with no peace with myself let alone somebody else
Savagely livin for the cabbage pulling AK's off my shelf.
Its jealousy and envy that got Pac licked
Most definitely Mr. Makaveli going be missed
All eyes on a ridah, with ambitions that aint hard to find
Got around and made a 5 out of a nickel and a dime
And now the lord they love to shoot cops instead of niggas
Hollar thug life and pour out a little liquor
Well here's a jug of the thug passion just for you
R and P, Killuminati, 21 gun salute.
Chorus 3x
Life is living hell busterated and jail cells
Back against the world colliding heads with white males
From state to Cali jail, why surrender if no bail
You're zipping your lips because you fail if you tell
Packing the shit on your side because you're too scared to die
You want peace on the streets but instead you're strappin the nine
Dead brothers fallin behind got a cemetery and line
He's getting barried for dying, for a minute I was worried and crying
You're lying flat on your back, it was a stream of a blood bath
Escape from my thug staff, and ventured the wrong path
Die in the bay, but I still got props for LA
Rest in peace Makaveli meet you at the front gate
Even though we never kicked it, god lift it, man you was hella gifted
In this rap game, aint it a shame, but I bet we wont forget your name
You remain to be the most influential, on top of instrumentals
Stories so real but so resentful,
To the hard times, the hard crimes, was the death of Makaveli
And hunger aint the pain I'm feeling up in my belly right now
My stomach keeps turning, visions of murder got my blood burning
And best believe them suckas gonna get what they deserving
Makaveli, AKA Tupacalysa, I reminisca, you carrying a clips and talkin shit a
Keepin up with the bad boy, in a bad boy, but a bad boy,
Carrying all them feelings towards us, was always ready to go to war
I never knew ya, but in my heart I wanted to meet cha
Sort of like a teacher, guys will preacha, watch you be the reaker
I miss your video the way you spit the realest lyrics
I also feel it when I hear it makes my mic go wicked
I cannot fix it, the love that you brought to a nation
Keepin' it real with the reputation, fire up the insulation
Don't ask any questions, I'm gonna keep your mind steady guessin
Is that another hardcore rapper trying to start some messin
I'm not affiliated with the drama on the streets
I'm only a G when you messing with my family
One love goes out to the deceased who die by my peace a
We all will miss a, the man they call Tupacalysa
The lord has taken you away
Such a gloomy day in this game
I guess ill see you next lifetime, yeah
Cause life goes on
Chorus 2x (w/ male)
Chorus 3x (fade out on 3rd time