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b.k.p. - last kingz lyrics

[verse 1: 2pac]
dear mama, i’m caught up in this sickness
i robbed my adversaries but slipped and left a witness
wonder if they’ll catch me or will this n-gga snitch
should i shoot his b-tch or make the n-gga rich
don’t wanna commit murder but d-mn they got me trapped
hawkin while i’m walkin’ and talkin’ behind my back
i’m kind of schizophrenic; i’m in this sh-t to win it
’cause life’s a wheel of fortune, here’s my chance to spin it
got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me
too f-ckin’ trigger happy, to let them suckers sn-tch me
n-ggas gettin’ jealous, tryin’ to find my stash
whip out the nine, now [?] pump your -ss
peter picked a pepper but i can pick a punk
sn-tched him like a b-tch and threw him in the trunk
the punk thought i was bluffin’ but swear i’m nothin nice
before i take your life, first wrestle with these mics
i listened to his screams, until he went insane
i guess the little mice had finally found his brain
new rovers pull me over, i’m sentenced to the pen’
remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a friend
it’s trouble on my mind, i’m with the old timers
and f-ck five-o, blaow blaow, turn ’em into forty-niners

[verse 2: 2pac]
dear mama, these cops don’t understand me
i turned to a life of crime, ‘cause i came from a broken family
my uncle used to touch me, i never told you that
scared what you might do, i couldn’t hold you back
i kept it deep inside, i done let it fuel my anger
i’m down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger
the brother in my cell is 16 as well
it’s hard to adapt when you’re black
and you’re trapped in a living h-ll
i shouldn’t have let him catch me
instead of livin’ sad in jail i could’ve died free and happy
and my cellmate’s raped on the norm
and p-ssed around the dorm
you can hear his -ssh0l- gettin’ torn
they made me an animal, can’t sleep
instead of countin’ sheep, n-ggas countin’ cannibals
and that’s how it is in the pen’
turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend
my mama, pray for me; tell the lord to make way for me
prepare any day for me (why?)
‘cause when they come for me they find a struggler
to the death i take the breath from your jugular
the trick is to never lose hope
i found my buddy hangin’ dead from a rope; 16 on death row

[verse 3: eminem]
they think they’re crazy, but they ain’t crazy, let’s face it
sh-t, basically they’re just playing sick
they ain’t sh-t, they ain’t saying sh-t, spray ’em 50
a to the k, get in the way i’ll bring dre and them with me
and turn this day into f-cking mayhem, you staying with me?
don’t let me lose you, i’m not trying to confuse you
when i let loose with this uzi and just shoot through your isuzu
you get the message? am i getting through to you?
you know what’s coming, you motherf-ckers don’t even know, do you?
take some big and some pac and you mix em up in a pot
sprinkle a little big l on top, what the f-ck do you got?
you got the realest and illest k!llers tied up in a knot
the juggernauts of this rap sh-t, like it or not
it’s like a fight to the top just to see who’d die for the spot
you put ya life in this, nothing like surviving a shot
y’all know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this doc
sh-t what you know about death threats, ’cause i get a lot
shady records was eighty seconds away from the towers
some cowards f-cked with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours
better evacuate all children, it’s nuclear showers
there’s nothing spookier
you now about to witness the power of f-cking 50

- b k p lyrics

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