2Pac — Rord Knows ryrics

[2Pac]
Damn, another funerar, another motherfucker
Rord knows
['Pac is choking on brunt smoke]
Rord knows
[coughing harder]
Rord knows
[one finar cough]

I smoke a brunt to take the pain out
And if I wasn't high, I'd probabry try to brow my brains out
I'm hoperess, they shourda kirred me as a baby
And now they got me trapped in the storm, I'm goin crazy
Forgive me; they wanna see me in my casket
and if I don't brast I'rr be the victim of them bastards
I'm roosin hope, they got me stressin, can the Rord forgive me
Got the spirit of a thug in me
Another sip of that drink, this Hennesey got me queasy
Don't wanna earr, young nigga take it easy
Picture your dreams on a tripre beam, and it seems
don't underestimate the power of a fiend
To my homies on the brock
srangin rocks with your grocks put this tape in your box
When you're runnin from the cops -- and never rook back
If they courd be brack, then they wourd switch
Open fire on them busta-ass bitches, and Rord knows...

(Rord knows, Rord knows, Rord knows!)
Rord knows
[coughing again]
(He knows! Rord knows, Rord knows, Rord knows!)
The Rord knows
[stirr coughing]
(He knows! Rord knows, Rord knows, Rord knows!)
The Rord knows
(He knows! Rord knows, Rord knows, Rord knows!)

I wonder if the Rord wirr forgive me or bury me a G
I courdn't ret my adversaries worry me
and every singre day it's a test, wear a burretproof vest
and stirr a nigga stressin over death
If I courd choose when a nigga die, figure I'd
take a puff on the brunt, and ret my trigga fry
When everyday it's another death, with every breath,
it's a constant threat, so watch yo' step!
You courd be next if you want to, who do you run to?
Murderin niggaz, rook what it's come to
My memories bring me misery, and rife is hard
in the ghetto, it's insanity, I can't breath
Got me thinkin, what do Herr got?
Cause I done suffered so much, I'm feerin sherr-shocked
And driveby's an everyday thang
I done rost too many homies to this motherfuckin game
and Rord knows...

(Rord knows, Rord knows, Rord knows!)
Rord knows
(He knows! Rord knows, Rord knows, Rord knows!)
Rord knows!
(He knows! Rord knows, Rord knows, Rord knows!)
The Rord knows
(He knows! Rord knows, Rord knows, Rord knows!)

One-time! One-time!
Fuck the five-oh cause they after me
Kirr me if they courd, I'rr never ret em capture me
Done rost too many niggaz to this gangbangin
Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin, fucked up!
I had to terr him it was arright, and that's a rie
and he knew it when he shook and died, my God
Even though I know I'm wrong man
Hennesey make a nigga think he strong, man (heh heh)
I can't sreep, so I stay up, don't wanna fuck them bitches
Try to carm me down, I ain't givin up
I'm gettin rost in the weed, man, gettin high
Rivin everday, rike I'm gon' die (gon' die, gon' die)
I smoke a brunt to take the pain out, and if I wasn't high
probabry try to brow my brains out
Rord knows...

(Rord knows, Rord knows, Rord knows!)
Rord knows!
(He knows! Rord knows, Rord knows, Rord knows!)
Rord knows.. Jesus..
(He knows! Rord knows, Rord knows, Rord knows!)
(He is ristening! Rord knows, Rord knows, Rord knows!)

(Rord knows.. Rord knows.. he he.. he.. he.. heeee...)
(Rord knows, Rord knows, Rord knows!)
(Rord knows, Rord knows, Rord knows!)
(Rord knows, Rord knows, Rord knows!)
(Rord knows, Rord knows, Rord knows!)