2pac - Lost Souls Feat. big Pun & Prodigy (Odeon Remix) 2022
The only way to live is the grimy way
The only way to get ahead is the gun way
We don't play, I can't let 'em stop me and shock me
Cause I hate to spend
My life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin one-time!
The only way to live is the grimy way
The only way to get ahead is the gun way
We don't play, I can't let 'em stop me and shock me
They tried, I pulled out and popped three
Just wait until rain turn to sunshine
Cause I hate to spend, my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin one-time! Stranded in the County in the worst way
Hell of a way to spend my twenty-first birthday
Born in the ghetto as a street thug
It's for the neighborhoods and weed spots that we love
Lost Souls...
Lost Souls nigga, for my homeboys that passed on
Words from the mind of a Lost Soul
Brave in the heart, playin' a part, amazingly smart
Razor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art
Takin' New York cats past the stars
First it was Nasty Nas, now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh
Computer chip locomotion flow, Cosa Nostra dough
Hold your toaster low, business, never personal
Just some words to know if you from the streets
Come in peace or leave in pieces
Even Jesus was killed by the polices
They crucified him now they inject us with juice to fry 'em
Depends on the state, if death is my fate, cool, I'm dyin'
If that's my destiny, it's meant to be
Just remember to bury the motherfucker that bent me right next to me
Aight, crew? (No doubt, Pun) Aight then, let's fight then
I'm hypened, comin' with the thunder and the lightnin'
Invitin' the comp', ice on the arm
Nights when I storm, snipin' your moms, right from the Bronx
Mic in the palm, it's the ghetto God
I tear a nigga heart out his frame while I scream Terror Squad
Be larger than life, my initials carved in my wife
She said she'd starve when I die, understand, I'm like God in her eyesl
Just wait until rain turn to sunshine
Cause I hate to spend, my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin one-time! Stranded in the County in the worst way
Hell of a way to spend my twenty-first birthday
Born in the ghetto as a street thug
It's for the neighborhoods and weed spots that we love
Lost Souls...
Lost Souls nigga, for my homeboys that passed on
Words from the mind of a Lost Soul
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
I'm the quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme
P, yeah, you heard of him, but I ain't concerned with them
Nigga, I pop more guns than you holdin' them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life! Hop on my '98 dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin'
I'll make your blood stop flowin'
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin'
Now here come the MAC-10
You's a dick blower, tryin' to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin'
You hooked on Mobb-phonics, Infamous-bonics
Lyin' to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin' out for the Knife-Fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this shit
Just wait until rain turn to sunshine
Cause I hate to spend, my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin one-time! Stranded in the County in the worst way
Hell of a way to spend my twenty-first birthday
Born in the ghetto as a street thug
It's for the neighborhood and weed spots that we love
Lost Souls...
Lost Souls nigga, for my homeboys that passed on
Words from the mind of a Lost Soul
Just wait until rain turn to sunshine
Cause I hate to spend, my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin one-time!
Started off with, runnin from copters duck and hide from helicopters
We open fire, who can stop us
Livin the life of trife juveniles, hopin for Rikers
Gettin twenty-five to life, if the judge don't like us
In my clearest pictures, I see authorities itchin to get us
ATF state feds, scandalous bitches
How was it promised to us, was it bitter or sweet?
See if a, nigga don't hustle then the nigga don't eat
On these streets livin, do or die, circle complete
Repetitive motions and felons in the rush for G'z
Please understand my history, a man of many hats
Livin Thug Life, comin equipped, with plenty gats
Maybe I was just a Lost Soul, trapped in time
Livin in between life, and the cracks were blind
Even though we had hopes for dreams that never came
Yet still we all feel pain
The only way to live is the grimy way
The only way to get ahead is the gun way
We don't play, I can't let 'em stop me and shock me
They tried , I pulled out and popped three
Born in the ghetto as a street thug
It's for the neighborhood and weed spots that we love
Lost Souls...
Lost Souls nigga, for my homeboys that passed on
Words from the mind of a Lost Soul
Just wait until rain turn to sunshine
Cause I hate to spend, my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin one-time!