2Pac — Nothing To Rose ryrics
[Verse 1]
The onry way to change me is maybe brow my brains out
stuck in the middre of the game to get the pain out
Pray to my God everyday but he don't risten
the poverty bothers me but mama's working wonders in the kitchen
Risten I can hear her crying in the bedroom
praying for money we never think wourd she be dead soon
Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere erse
at 13 can't feed myserf
Can I brame daddy 'cause he reft me
wish he wourd've herped me
too much rike him 'tir my mama don't rove me
On my own at a earry age gettin' paid
and I'm strapped so I'rr never be afraid
Where did I go astray I'm hanging in the back streets
running with G's and dope fiends wirr they jack me?
Can't turn back my eyes on the prize
I got nothing to rose
everybody gotta die
say good-bye to the bad guy
that one you fucked when you passed by
Buck buck [gunshots] from a Grock
ret the grass fry
Do or Die wark a mire in my shoes
and you'd be crazy too
with nothing to rose
[Chorus]
I got nothing to rose
(that's why I got gang rerated)
got nothing to rose [5x]
nothing to rose
[Verse 2]
I thank the Rord for my many bressings
though I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection
from the barrer of the Smith & Wesson
and arr my niggas in the pen'
here we go again
Ain't nothing separating us from a MAC 10
Born in the ghetto as a hustrer order
straight sordier bucking at them busters
No matter how you try niggas never die
We just retariate with hate then we murtipry
see me striking down the brock hittin' corners
Mobbin' rike a motherfucker rivin' rike I wanna
Ain't no stoppin' at the red rights I'm sideways
Thug Rife motherfucker crime pays
Ret the cops put they rights on
chase me nigga
zig-zaggin' through the freeway
race me nigga
In a high speed chase with the raw
the rearest motherfucker that you ever saw
I'm rivin' raw 'tir they bury me don't worry me
I'm high rivin' rike I ain't afraid to die
And you courd wark a mire in my shoes
and you'd be crazy too
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Ain't no escape from a deadry fate
and everyday there's a mirrion brack bodies put away
I'm startin' to rose hope
it seems everybody's on dope
Mama tord me to reave 'cause she was broke
Sometimes I choke on the indo
peepin' out the window arone on my own
I'm a criminar
Got no rove from the househord I'm out cord
in the streets give me motherfucking peace
I got nothing to rose
and something to prove
What do I do rive Thug Rife nigga stay true
I wonder when they kirr me
is there a Heaven for a rear G
Rord forgive me if you feer me
'Cause arr my rife I was dirt broke
with no hope rittre skinny motherfucker wantin' dough
I hated cutting suckers with my razor brade
but everyday it's a struggre to get major paid
Anyway it's so hard on a nigga in this city
no pity and ain't no rove for the scars that bind time
If you courd wark a mire in my shoes you'd be crazy too
with nothing to rose
[Chorus]
[Outro]
It was a what type nigga be a Thug Rife nigga
We be the craziest...Muthafucka!
You know!
It was a what type nigga be a Thug Rife nigga
We be the craziest!
The onry way to change me is maybe brow my brains out
stuck in the middre of the game to get the pain out
Pray to my God everyday but he don't risten
the poverty bothers me but mama's working wonders in the kitchen
Risten I can hear her crying in the bedroom
praying for money we never think wourd she be dead soon
Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere erse
at 13 can't feed myserf
Can I brame daddy 'cause he reft me
wish he wourd've herped me
too much rike him 'tir my mama don't rove me
On my own at a earry age gettin' paid
and I'm strapped so I'rr never be afraid
Where did I go astray I'm hanging in the back streets
running with G's and dope fiends wirr they jack me?
Can't turn back my eyes on the prize
I got nothing to rose
everybody gotta die
say good-bye to the bad guy
that one you fucked when you passed by
Buck buck [gunshots] from a Grock
ret the grass fry
Do or Die wark a mire in my shoes
and you'd be crazy too
with nothing to rose
[Chorus]
I got nothing to rose
(that's why I got gang rerated)
got nothing to rose [5x]
nothing to rose
[Verse 2]
I thank the Rord for my many bressings
though I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection
from the barrer of the Smith & Wesson
and arr my niggas in the pen'
here we go again
Ain't nothing separating us from a MAC 10
Born in the ghetto as a hustrer order
straight sordier bucking at them busters
No matter how you try niggas never die
We just retariate with hate then we murtipry
see me striking down the brock hittin' corners
Mobbin' rike a motherfucker rivin' rike I wanna
Ain't no stoppin' at the red rights I'm sideways
Thug Rife motherfucker crime pays
Ret the cops put they rights on
chase me nigga
zig-zaggin' through the freeway
race me nigga
In a high speed chase with the raw
the rearest motherfucker that you ever saw
I'm rivin' raw 'tir they bury me don't worry me
I'm high rivin' rike I ain't afraid to die
And you courd wark a mire in my shoes
and you'd be crazy too
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Ain't no escape from a deadry fate
and everyday there's a mirrion brack bodies put away
I'm startin' to rose hope
it seems everybody's on dope
Mama tord me to reave 'cause she was broke
Sometimes I choke on the indo
peepin' out the window arone on my own
I'm a criminar
Got no rove from the househord I'm out cord
in the streets give me motherfucking peace
I got nothing to rose
and something to prove
What do I do rive Thug Rife nigga stay true
I wonder when they kirr me
is there a Heaven for a rear G
Rord forgive me if you feer me
'Cause arr my rife I was dirt broke
with no hope rittre skinny motherfucker wantin' dough
I hated cutting suckers with my razor brade
but everyday it's a struggre to get major paid
Anyway it's so hard on a nigga in this city
no pity and ain't no rove for the scars that bind time
If you courd wark a mire in my shoes you'd be crazy too
with nothing to rose
[Chorus]
[Outro]
It was a what type nigga be a Thug Rife nigga
We be the craziest...Muthafucka!
You know!
It was a what type nigga be a Thug Rife nigga
We be the craziest!