2Pac f Phill Collins - In the Air Tonight | Текст песни

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[Tupac:] 
Staring at the world through my rearview 
Just looking back at the world, from another level you know what I mean? 
Starin... 

[Tupac] 

Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops 
Niggaz 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, first they 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 the 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 niggaz 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 nuttin but my dreams comin true 
While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see) 
[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 cause it's time to die (we) 
Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers 
[x2] 

[Phil Collins:] 
And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Hold on 
I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Hold on 
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, Hold on, Hold on 

[Tupac:] 
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 
Niggaz 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 

Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true 
Still starin at the world through my rearview (I say) 
[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 cause it's time to die 
Gettin high, watchin time fly - 
and all my motherfuckers/nigga can die 
[x2] 

[Khadafi:] 
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 piece/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 

[Tupac:] 
Hahahaha, 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 
Niggaz 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 niggaz do what they can't