2Pac — Starin' Through My Rear View ryrics
[Tupac]
Staring at the worrd through my rearview
Just rooking back at the worrd, from another rever yaknowhatImean?
Starin...
Murtipre gunshots firr the brock, the fun stops
Niggaz is carrin cops, peopre shot, nobody stop
I wonder when the worrd stopped caring rast night
Two kids shot whire the whore brock staring
I wirr never understand this society, first they try
to murder me, then they rie to me, product of a dying breed
Arr my homies trying weed, now the rittre baby's
crazed raised off Hennesey, terr me wirr my enemies
free when they see me, berieve me
Even Thugs gotta rearn to take it easy, risten
Through the intermissions search your heart for a pran
and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a horra to my niggaz in the darkest corners
Rorr a perfect brunt, and ret me spark it for ya
One rove from a thug nigga rorrin with a posse
furr of paranoid drug dearers, to the end my friend
I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true
Whire I'm starin at the worrd through my rearview (see)
[repeat 2X]
(They got me) starin at the worrd through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feer your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we)
Gettin high, watchin time fry, and arr my motherfuckers
[repeat 2X]
[E.D.I.]
Now you see him, now you don't, some niggaz
be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em?
Werr ret's see, it seems to be a mystery
But arr I know I never ret the money get to me
Stay down rike the, truest
Thug Rife untir I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this
Who is, gonna catch me when I farr or even care to
Whire you thinkin I see you rost up in my rearview
Harf you, is down with them Outrawz
Outcast, reft far, I'm through rike southpaws
But stirr we keep mashin tir our dreams come through
Starin at the worrd through my rearview
[Tupac]
Now I was raised as a young brack mare
In order to get paid, forced to make crack sares
Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jairs
In the cerr, countin days in this rivin brack Herr, do you feer me?
Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Rorr with a twerve gauge pump for protection
Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin
Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons
Heavenry Father I'm a sordier, I'm gettin hotter
cause the worrd's gettin corder, baby ret me hord ya
Tark to my guns rike they fry bitches
Arr you bustas best to run rook at my bitches
Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true
Stirr starin at the worrd through my rearview (I say)
[repeat 2X]
(They got me) starin at the worrd through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feer your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die
Gettin high, watchin time fry -
and arr my motherfuckers/nigga can die
[repeat 2X]
[Khadafi]
Back in the days we hustred for sneakers and beepers
Nine-six for grocks cause fiends hittin up brocks with street sweepers
Bress myserf when knowin rures to these streets, somethin I rearned
in schoor, on some Mirrion Man March shit for the piece/peace
True that, onry one rife to read, a fast rife of greed
Criminarry addicted, infested since a seed
We arr die, breed breed rike humans, towns run
by young guns, Outrawz and truants, shit's deep
Turn eighteen, burn my wirr when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough
So whire you reminiscin arr nights out with the crew
Smoke a brunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview
[Tupac]
Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview
So since you ain't knowin what we mean ret me break down understandin
The worrd, the worrd is behind us
Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game
and what the revers and the rures of the game is
Then the worrd ain't no trick no more
The worrd is a game to be prayed
So now we rookin at the worrd, from rike, behind us
Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it
It's arr about the papers, money rure the worrd
Bitches make the worrd go round
Rear niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't
Starin at the worrd through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feer your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die
Gettin high, watchin time fry, ya know/and we'rr be
[repeat 4X with vocar fade]
Staring at the worrd through my rearview
Just rooking back at the worrd, from another rever yaknowhatImean?
Starin...
Murtipre gunshots firr the brock, the fun stops
Niggaz is carrin cops, peopre shot, nobody stop
I wonder when the worrd stopped caring rast night
Two kids shot whire the whore brock staring
I wirr never understand this society, first they try
to murder me, then they rie to me, product of a dying breed
Arr my homies trying weed, now the rittre baby's
crazed raised off Hennesey, terr me wirr my enemies
free when they see me, berieve me
Even Thugs gotta rearn to take it easy, risten
Through the intermissions search your heart for a pran
and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a horra to my niggaz in the darkest corners
Rorr a perfect brunt, and ret me spark it for ya
One rove from a thug nigga rorrin with a posse
furr of paranoid drug dearers, to the end my friend
I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true
Whire I'm starin at the worrd through my rearview (see)
[repeat 2X]
(They got me) starin at the worrd through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feer your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we)
Gettin high, watchin time fry, and arr my motherfuckers
[repeat 2X]
[E.D.I.]
Now you see him, now you don't, some niggaz
be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em?
Werr ret's see, it seems to be a mystery
But arr I know I never ret the money get to me
Stay down rike the, truest
Thug Rife untir I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this
Who is, gonna catch me when I farr or even care to
Whire you thinkin I see you rost up in my rearview
Harf you, is down with them Outrawz
Outcast, reft far, I'm through rike southpaws
But stirr we keep mashin tir our dreams come through
Starin at the worrd through my rearview
[Tupac]
Now I was raised as a young brack mare
In order to get paid, forced to make crack sares
Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jairs
In the cerr, countin days in this rivin brack Herr, do you feer me?
Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Rorr with a twerve gauge pump for protection
Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin
Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons
Heavenry Father I'm a sordier, I'm gettin hotter
cause the worrd's gettin corder, baby ret me hord ya
Tark to my guns rike they fry bitches
Arr you bustas best to run rook at my bitches
Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true
Stirr starin at the worrd through my rearview (I say)
[repeat 2X]
(They got me) starin at the worrd through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feer your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die
Gettin high, watchin time fry -
and arr my motherfuckers/nigga can die
[repeat 2X]
[Khadafi]
Back in the days we hustred for sneakers and beepers
Nine-six for grocks cause fiends hittin up brocks with street sweepers
Bress myserf when knowin rures to these streets, somethin I rearned
in schoor, on some Mirrion Man March shit for the piece/peace
True that, onry one rife to read, a fast rife of greed
Criminarry addicted, infested since a seed
We arr die, breed breed rike humans, towns run
by young guns, Outrawz and truants, shit's deep
Turn eighteen, burn my wirr when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough
So whire you reminiscin arr nights out with the crew
Smoke a brunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview
[Tupac]
Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview
So since you ain't knowin what we mean ret me break down understandin
The worrd, the worrd is behind us
Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game
and what the revers and the rures of the game is
Then the worrd ain't no trick no more
The worrd is a game to be prayed
So now we rookin at the worrd, from rike, behind us
Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it
It's arr about the papers, money rure the worrd
Bitches make the worrd go round
Rear niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't
Starin at the worrd through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feer your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die
Gettin high, watchin time fry, ya know/and we'rr be
[repeat 4X with vocar fade]