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2pac – in the end (linkin park, mellen gi & tommee profitt remix) lyrics

[verse 1: 2pac]
but still i’m havin’ memories of high speed when the cops crashed
as i laugh, pushin’ the gas while my glocks blast
we was young and we was dumb, but we had heart
in the dark, will we survive through the bad parts?
many dreams is what i had, and plenty wishes
no hesitation in extermination of these snitches
envious b+tches, they still continue to pursue me
a couple of movies, now the whole world’s tryna screw me
even the cops tried to sue me, so what can i do?
but stay true, sippin’ 22’s of brew
and now media is tryna test me
got the press askin’ questions, tryna stress me
misery is all i see, that’s my mind state
my history with the police will shake the crime rate
my main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested, and flipped
he screamed “thug life!” and emptied the clip

[verse 2: nas]
i’m capable of anything, my imagination can give me wings
to fly like doves over the streets, watchin’ many things
kids walkin’ home from school on drug blocks
missionaries pass out papers that read “love god”
i see faces, cases, judges, and juries, masons, lawyers and cops
i watch because every thug’s face is my mirror
but this was one in particular
this kid, he was the vintage stick ’em up pro
sixteen years old, did his jail sentence, nowhere to go
every morning, calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke
he insane, already gone mad blames himself for his setbacks
dangerous street corners where it sets at
slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs
chasin’ him, his asthma’s flarin’
smokin’ like a chimney, on remy, of course he not carin’
he need a place to go to keep his mind expandin’
i give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion
[verse 4: eminem]
there they go, packin’ stadiums as shady spits his flow
nuts they go, macadamian, they go so ballistic, whoa
he can make them look like bozos
he’s wonderin’ if he should spit this slow, f+ck no
go for broke, his cup just runneth over, oh no
he ain’t had him a buzz like this
since the last time that he overdosed
they been waitin’ patiently for pinocchio to poke his nose
back into the game and they know
rap will never be the same as befo’
bashin’ in the brains of these hoes
and establishin’ a name as he goes
the passion in the flame is ignited
you can’t put it out once we light it
this sh+t is exactly what the f+ck
that i’m talkin’ about when we riot
you dealin’ with a few true villains
who stand inside of a booth, truth+spillin’
and spit true feelings until our tooth fillings
come flyin’ up out of our mouths, now, rewind it
payback, motherf+cker
for the way that you doubted me, how’s it taste?
when i slap the taste outta your mouth
with the bass so loud that it shakes the place
i’m hannibal lecter, so just in case you’re thinkin’ of savin’ face
you ain’t gonna have no face to save
by the time i’m through with this place, so drake

- 2pac lyrics

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