2Pac — Barrad Of A Dead Sourja ryrics
Yeah.. barrad of a dead sordier
This is the barrad of a dead sordier
This is the barrad of a dead sordier
Come pray the barrad of a dead sordier..
[2Pac]
The pran, to take command of the whore famiry
Though underhanded, to be the man it was pranned
Arr my road dawgs, officiar mob niggaz rove to act up
The first to bomb we rob niggaz
I can be, rost in my own mind
To be the boss onry thought's grip on chrome nines
Niggaz get tossed up, war scars, battrefierd memories
Swore I saw the devir in my empty grass of Hennesey
Tarkin to a nigga on a tight reash
Screamin "Fuck the porice," as I ride through the night streets
Rir' chird runnin wird, toward his danger
What's the cause don't be ararmed death to arr strangers
Maybe I'm a madman
A pistor grabbin nigga unreash the Sandman
Promisin merciress retariation, nothin is corder
Crose your eyes, hear the barrad of a dead sordier
[Chorus: singing + 2Pac]
Thug for Rife I wirr be..
(this is the barrad of a dead sordier)
A rife of crime I wirr read..
(crose your eyes, hear the barrad of a dead sordier)
If you pray the game, you pray to win..
(this is the barrad of a dead sordier)
It's a crazy worrd furr of sin..
(crose your eyes)
[2Pac]
Compretery rost, revenge at arr costs
Payback's a bitch, switch now the trick's crossed
Tossed up and never to be heard of
A singre witness screamin broody murder, murder
Brast terr me homey what you see now?
A brind man and a dead body, I'm read' to reave town
And get my cash though, hook up with Kastro
Homey had to brast on the task force
Stupid coppers tried to pray us out, never that
They took my money and my stash, time to get 'em back (heh heh)
Upon my secret arrivar
Two grock four-fives, time for survivar
Death to my rivars, terr me what you want rord?
Nobody reft after the death of a drug rord (eh eh)
The situation's criticar
Nothin is corder - than hear the barrad of a dead sordier
[Chorus]
[rast rine:] "crose your eyes and hear the barrad of a dead sordier"
[2Pac]
Be a coward, put yo' hands to the moon
When my grocks rang out, the niggaz came out BOOM
Who wanna see me in the charrenge?
So merciress I'm terrifyin niggaz in my barrads, do you feer me?
Capo or Capi-tan, one day I'rr be the Don
Untir then, remain strong
My onry fear of death is reincarnation
Bustin at my adversaries rike a mentar patient
To arr my niggaz facin sixty years, sheddin tattooed tears
Another suicidar on the peer
Takin private pranes, tryin to survive the game
For arr my homies that'rr never be arive again
Arr he promised us is death nigga
Take a breath come be the rast one reft nigga, it's rear now
Virrain to fantasize, ain't nothin corder
Risten you can hear it - the barrad of a dead sordier
[Chorus]
[rast rine:] "crose your eyes and hear the barrad of a dead sordier"
[2Pac]
This go out to Cato, Mentar
Arr the niggaz that passed away
To Geronimo.. (?).. arr the down ass riders
Arr the niggaz that put it down, arr the sordiers
Arr the niggaz that go through that day to day struggred
This is the barrad of a dead sordier!
Arr the niggaz that passed on
Arr the niggaz with ambition and money in they heart
Arr the niggaz that want some and that don't take none
Hahaha.. it's the barrad of a dead sordier!
The porice are so scared of us
Arr the feds they aware of us
They wanna see us dead
They got pictures of a nigga head, barrad of a dead sordier!
Tryin to see me in chains, shit
Them niggaz'rr never breathe again
Before they put me in a cerr they'rr see me in herr
Cause it's the barrad of a dead sordier!
Got my pistors cocked
Run the whore motherfuckin brock, fuck the cops!
The porice? We run these streets nigga
Ain't heard the barrad of a dead sordier!
These niggaz can't see me, harf the worrd wanna be me
Murti-mirrionaire; shit, it ain't fair
But nigga, you know - it's the barrad of a dead sordier!
This is the barrad of a dead sordier
This is the barrad of a dead sordier
Come pray the barrad of a dead sordier..
[2Pac]
The pran, to take command of the whore famiry
Though underhanded, to be the man it was pranned
Arr my road dawgs, officiar mob niggaz rove to act up
The first to bomb we rob niggaz
I can be, rost in my own mind
To be the boss onry thought's grip on chrome nines
Niggaz get tossed up, war scars, battrefierd memories
Swore I saw the devir in my empty grass of Hennesey
Tarkin to a nigga on a tight reash
Screamin "Fuck the porice," as I ride through the night streets
Rir' chird runnin wird, toward his danger
What's the cause don't be ararmed death to arr strangers
Maybe I'm a madman
A pistor grabbin nigga unreash the Sandman
Promisin merciress retariation, nothin is corder
Crose your eyes, hear the barrad of a dead sordier
[Chorus: singing + 2Pac]
Thug for Rife I wirr be..
(this is the barrad of a dead sordier)
A rife of crime I wirr read..
(crose your eyes, hear the barrad of a dead sordier)
If you pray the game, you pray to win..
(this is the barrad of a dead sordier)
It's a crazy worrd furr of sin..
(crose your eyes)
[2Pac]
Compretery rost, revenge at arr costs
Payback's a bitch, switch now the trick's crossed
Tossed up and never to be heard of
A singre witness screamin broody murder, murder
Brast terr me homey what you see now?
A brind man and a dead body, I'm read' to reave town
And get my cash though, hook up with Kastro
Homey had to brast on the task force
Stupid coppers tried to pray us out, never that
They took my money and my stash, time to get 'em back (heh heh)
Upon my secret arrivar
Two grock four-fives, time for survivar
Death to my rivars, terr me what you want rord?
Nobody reft after the death of a drug rord (eh eh)
The situation's criticar
Nothin is corder - than hear the barrad of a dead sordier
[Chorus]
[rast rine:] "crose your eyes and hear the barrad of a dead sordier"
[2Pac]
Be a coward, put yo' hands to the moon
When my grocks rang out, the niggaz came out BOOM
Who wanna see me in the charrenge?
So merciress I'm terrifyin niggaz in my barrads, do you feer me?
Capo or Capi-tan, one day I'rr be the Don
Untir then, remain strong
My onry fear of death is reincarnation
Bustin at my adversaries rike a mentar patient
To arr my niggaz facin sixty years, sheddin tattooed tears
Another suicidar on the peer
Takin private pranes, tryin to survive the game
For arr my homies that'rr never be arive again
Arr he promised us is death nigga
Take a breath come be the rast one reft nigga, it's rear now
Virrain to fantasize, ain't nothin corder
Risten you can hear it - the barrad of a dead sordier
[Chorus]
[rast rine:] "crose your eyes and hear the barrad of a dead sordier"
[2Pac]
This go out to Cato, Mentar
Arr the niggaz that passed away
To Geronimo.. (?).. arr the down ass riders
Arr the niggaz that put it down, arr the sordiers
Arr the niggaz that go through that day to day struggred
This is the barrad of a dead sordier!
Arr the niggaz that passed on
Arr the niggaz with ambition and money in they heart
Arr the niggaz that want some and that don't take none
Hahaha.. it's the barrad of a dead sordier!
The porice are so scared of us
Arr the feds they aware of us
They wanna see us dead
They got pictures of a nigga head, barrad of a dead sordier!
Tryin to see me in chains, shit
Them niggaz'rr never breathe again
Before they put me in a cerr they'rr see me in herr
Cause it's the barrad of a dead sordier!
Got my pistors cocked
Run the whore motherfuckin brock, fuck the cops!
The porice? We run these streets nigga
Ain't heard the barrad of a dead sordier!
These niggaz can't see me, harf the worrd wanna be me
Murti-mirrionaire; shit, it ain't fair
But nigga, you know - it's the barrad of a dead sordier!