| Imagine if we could go back
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| Actually talk to the motherfuckers that persevered (hehehe)
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| I mean the first motherfuckers that came in the slave ships
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| (Hey, excuse me, excuse me) Y’know? |
| (Look)
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| We back for everything you owe, no longer oppressed
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| 'Cause now we overthrow those that placed us in this rotten mess
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| But let’s agree on strategy and pick out enemies right
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| Who stands accused of the abuse my own, kind do right
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| Pardon, not disregardin' what you thinkin' but you must abandon ship
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| 'Cause once I rip your whole shit is sinkin'
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| Supreme ideology, you claim to hold
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| Claimin' that we all drug dealers with empty souls
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| That used to tempt me to roll, commit to violence
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| In the midst of an act of war, witnesses left silent
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| Shatter, black talon style, thoughts I throw
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| It remains in your brain then of course it grows
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| Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise
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| Picture a life where black babies can survive past five
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| But we must have hope, quotin' the reverend from the pulpit
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| Refuse to turn the other cheek we must defeat the evil culprit
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| Lace me with words of destruction and I’ll explode
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| But supply me with the will to survive, and watch the world grow
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| This ain’t 'bout talkin' 'bout problems, I bring solutions
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| Where’s the restitution, stipulated through the constitution
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| You violated, now I’m back to haunt your nights
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| Listen to the screams, of the lives you sacrificed
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| And in case you don’t know, ghetto born black seeds still grow
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| We comin' back, for everything you owe
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| I’m comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me
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| Motherfuckers are runnin' and duckin'
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| I’m a crazy nigga on a mission wit' a bad mentality
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| Armed with missiles guns grenades
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| Pull out the pin, free I’m comin'
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| How do you plead Mr. Shakur, how do you plead?
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| How do I plead?
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| Yes sir, how do you plead?
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| Shit, you know how I plead
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| Psssh
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| Not guilty on the grounds of insanity it was them or me
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| Bustin' at my innocent family, say they lookin' for ki’s
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| I was home alone, blind to the prelude
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| Bust in, talkin' bout, «Where is the quaaludes?» |
| What you say fool?
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| Where in the hell is the search warrant?
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| No feedback is what he uttered, before he screamed «Nigga motherfucker»
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| Dropped me to my knees, I proceed to bleed
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| Sufferin' a rain of blows to my hands and knees
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| Will I survive, is God watchin'?
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| I grab his gat and bust in self-defense, my only option
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| God damn!
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| Now they got me goin' to the county jail
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| And my family can’t pay this outrageous bail
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| Try to offer me a deal, they told me if I squeal
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| Move me, and my people, to a mansion in Brazil
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| Not me, so this is how it ends, no friends
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| I’ll be stressed and they just, repossessed my Benz
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| Told the judge it was self-defense, he won’t listen
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| So I’m bumpin' this in federal prison, givin' everything I owe
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| I’m comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me
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| Motherfuckers are runnin' and duckin'
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| I’m a crazy nigga on a mission wit' a bad mentality
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| Armed with missiles guns grenades
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| Pull out the pin, free I’m comin'
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| I’m comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me
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| Motherfuckers are runnin' and duckin'
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| I’m a crazy nigga on a mission wit' a bad mentality
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| Armed with missiles guns grenades
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| Pull out the pin, free I’m comin' |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everything They Owe, artist - 2Pac. Album song Until The End Of Time, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп