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• Artiste: Amuru Shakur
• Titre: Staring Through My Rear View
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<script type="text/javascript"> $(document).ready(function(e) { $(".protected").disableSelection(); }); </script>Staring at the world through my rear view Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? Starin Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops Snitches is callin' cops, people shot, nobody stop I wonder when the world stopped caring last night Two kids shot while the whole block staring I will never understand this society, work to try To murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's Crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies Flee when they see me, believe me Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen Through intermissions search your heart for a plan And we turnin' Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again I give a holla to my niggas in the darkest corners Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya One love from a thug nigga rollin' with a posse Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend I'm seein' nothin' but my dreams comin' true While I'm starin' at the world through my rearview (see) I'm seein' nothin' but my dreams comin' true While I'm starin' at the world through my rearview (see) [Repeat: x2] (They got me) starin' at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin' fast, guess it's time to die (we) Gettin' high, watchin' time fly, and all my motherfuckers Now you see him, now you don't, some niggas Be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em? Well let's see, it seems to be a mystery But all I know I never let the money get to me Stay down like the, truest Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to While you thinkin' I see you lost up in my rearview Half you, is down with them Outlawz Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws But still we keep mashin' til our dreams come through Starin' at the world through my rearview Now I was raised as a young black male In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails In the cell, countin' days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection Niggas hate me in the section from years of chin checkin' Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin' hotter Cause the world's gettin' colder, baby let me hold ya Talk to my guns like they fly bitches All you bustas best to run look at my bitches I'm seein' nothin' but my dreams comin' true While I'm starin' at the world through my rearview (see) I'm seein' nothin' but my dreams comin' true While I'm starin' at the world through my rearview (see) [Repeat: x2] (They got me) starin' at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin' fast, guess it's time to die (we) Gettin' high, watchin' time fly, and all my motherfuckers Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin' up blocks with street sweepers Bless myself when knowin' rules to these streets, somethin' I learned In school, on some Million Man March shit for the peace True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed Criminally addicted, infested since a seed We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run By young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin' my dough So while you reminiscin' all nights out with the crew Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin' through your rearview Ha ha ha ha, you ain't knowin' what we mean by starin' through the rearview So since you ain't knowin' what we mean let me break down understandin' The world, the world is behind us Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game And what the levels and the rules of the game is Then the world ain't no trick no more The world is a game to be played So now we lookin' at the world, from like, behind us Niggas know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it It's all about the papers, money rule the world Bitches make the world go round Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggas do what they can do Starin' at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin' fast, guess it's time to die Gettin' high, watchin' time fly, ya know/and we'll be<br/>---<br/>"Staring Through My Rear View" as written by Yafeu Fula, Malcolm Greenidge, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Phillip David Charles Collins, Tyrone J. Wrice<br/>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.<br/>Lyrics powerd by <a href="http://www.lyricfind.com/" target="_NEW" style="text-decoration: none;">LyricFind</a><br/>