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[2Pac] To the end, to the end To the end my friend I give, I give a holla to my niggas [Phil Collins Sample] I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Hold on, Hold on [2Pac] To the end my friend Starin at the world through my rearview 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 (Perfect blunt) Starin at the world through my rearview Scream to God I give a holla to my niggas I give a holla to my niggas in the darkest corners One love from a thug nigga Nigga Kadafi! [Verse 1 - Yaki Kadafi] 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 shit 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, shit'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 rear view [Chorus: 2Pac](x2) 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 motherfuckers [Phil Collins Sample] I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Hold on, Hold on [Verse 2: Yaki Kadafi] See you been gone my whole life, like a game a cee-lo Fulfilling your dreams on the streets like nino Brown, the whole town be shook up And me and momma surviving depends on how many rocks a nigga cook up Narcotics is mastered, seen them niggas you blasted Wanting me in a casket, on the grind I'm faster Yea nigga I heard, lil' moo gave me word You get paroled on the 3rd,ill roll up we get served We out here frontin, still don't care about nothin Rollin in my double r and Im trying to see somethin' we ain't never had Came from a life of living, learn the tricks of the trade Shit shoulda been taught by dad But learned through the crew, that's just between me and you And once we lock this shit down, ain't a thing they can do Meanwhile I'll stay waiting by the phone Hoping I'll get the call, telling a nigga that you home [2Pac] Grab my straps, locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin I'm comin back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone [Chorus: 2Pac] And all my motherfuckers 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 [Phil Collins Sample] I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Hold on [Verse 3: Yaki Kadafi] From bootycalls to bail sheets, it ain't no tellin If I wake up in the county in my jail sheets My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night Probably involves me comin up with just to see another day Might be me who bites the bullet In these streets where a man journey With crooked cops and a society who tryin to burn me I'm like a pit in a cage, spittin my shells in a gauge Deadly as AIDS, niggas gettin crossed like a maze Now picture me livin my life like a king, maybe one day Until then I'm livin Monday through Sunday Bringin the gunplay for all these beefs and battles When we collide, I'm a ride on that hide like cattle Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night [Chorus: 2Pac] 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 motherfuckers 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