I will never understand this society; First they try to murder me, then they lie to me. Product of a dyin’ breed; all my homies tryin’ weed, Now the little babies crazed, raised off Hennessy. Tell me, will my enemies flee when they see me? Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it easy.
2Pac feat Outlawz - Staring Through My Rear View












