Key: F# minor
Verse 1
Gm
Eb
September 13th, 1996
Vegas
Strip, he laid to rest
Ever since I had a hole in my chest
And it happened that one day that
you ain't rock your vest
Only 25, you ain't even reach
your full potential
Going through your struggle with
the whole world watching you
Sat by you in the hospital
for six days straight
I'm thinking, damn,
how much can one man take?
Eb
Gm
My thug angel, I won't stray you
You saved us and raised us
Homie, corners like cages,
grace the world with your presence
I'm a reppin' to the death of me,
Eb
Gm
O -U -T -L -A -W -Z
The recipe, I'm the voice of the slum,
the hope for the youth
I'm the last outlaw, man,
I know I'm the truth
I was trained by the best
to carry on tradition
Carry the torch, complete the mission,
streets is listenin'
Eb
Gm
They keep askin' me, is
Pac alive?
All you gotta do is look,
this a page out the book
We startin' a new chapter, this the
Catsville
Massacre
It's more than music,
homie, it's a movement
Machiavelli know what we doin'
cause he approved it
God's plan, you ain't got
nothin' to do with it
Young niggas understand me,
Homie, love,
Gm
Eb
I was sent to you niggas from
Pop
Him and
Qaddafi was hot,
they thought y 'all was gon' stop
This is
Eb
Gm
God's best friend
It feel like I'm in the same car,
you can see the truth
If your pastor's a hypocrite,
what the hell he teachin' you?
to reach the youth
My people dyin' before we
get a chance to reproduce
The government keep lyin',
God bless the fuckin' troops
Cause while the bullets flyin',
Bush sippin'
Eb
Grey
Goose
He be tellin' me he alright for
somethin' he didn't do
We here for a reason,
do you niggas understand?
There's no man who can stop
God's plan
Young niggas be sayin',
if your boy was livin'
These rappers nowadays, nah,
they wouldn't be gettin'
They been in this game real
heavy since before 9 -5
New bid when it's tens,
you still lean to the side
I'm an outlaw nigga,
blood sweatin' the tears
Some of the realest from the road,
yeah, you heard me clear
Yeah, they owe us some chains,
cause we done paid our dues
I'm still hungry as hell,
these rap niggas is food
Lookin' for cash money,
so we headin' to
Cashville
That young nigga buck real,
fuck how you niggas feel
He the tough, still close to my flesh
Gaddafi on my mind, nothin' but murder left
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