Текст песни 2Pac - Starin' through My Rear View

[2Pac]Staring at the world through my rearviewJust looking back at the world from another levelYa know what I mean? Starin'...[2Pac]Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stopsNiggas is calling cops, people shot, nobody stopsI wonder when the world stopped caringLast night two kids shot while the whole block staringI will never understand this societyFirst they try to murder me then they lie to meProduct of a dying breedAll my homies trying weedNow the little baby's crazed raised off HennessyTell me, will my enemies flee when they see me?Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it easyListen, through the intermissions search your heart for a planAnd we turning bad boys to grown men, it's on againI give a holla to my niggas in the darkest cornersRoll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for yaOne love from a thug niggaRollin' with a posse full of paranoid drug dealersTo the end, my friendI'm seeing nothin' but my dreams coming trueWhile I'm staring at the world through my rearviewSee, I'm seeing nothin' but my dreams coming trueWhile I'm staring at the world through my rearviewThey got me[2Pac]Staring at the world through my rearviewGo on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear youI can feel your heart beating fast cause it's time to dieGetting high, watching time flyAnd all my motherfuckers[E.D.I. Mean]Now you see him, now you don'tSome niggas be here for the moment, and then they goneWhat 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 truest

Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew thisWho is gonna catch me when I fall or even care to?While you thinking I see you lost up in my rearviewHear you is down with them OutlawzOutcast, left far, I'm through like southpawsBut still we keep mashing till our dreams come throughStaring at the world through my rearview[2Pac]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, counting days in this living black hellDo you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretionRoll with a 12 gauge pump for protectionNiggas hate me in the section from years of chin-checkingTurn to Smith & Wesson war weaponsHeavenly Father, I'm a soldierI'm getting hotter cause the world's getting colderBaby, let me hold yaTalk to my guns like they fly bitchesAll you bustas best to run, look at my bitches![2Pac]Now I know the answers to the question“Do dreams come true?”Still staring at the world through my rearviewI said now I know the answers, “Do dreams come true?”Staring at the world through my rearview[Kadafi]Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepersNine-six for GlocksCause fiends hitting up blocks with street sweepersBless myself when knowing rules to these streetsSomething I learned in schoolOn 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 humansTowns run by young guns, Outlawz and truantsShit's deep, turn eighteen, burn my will when I goBurnt my body with my shotty, or chosing my doughSo while you reminiscing all nights out with the crewSmoke a blunt for me too, I'm staring through your rearview
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