Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm Losin It , by - 2Pac. Release date: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm Losin It |
| Straight out the motherfucking bay |
| Here we go |
| Lord help me, save me, Mama keep praying |
| For a young motherfucker trying to duck an early grave |
| In the city where ya can’t tell the snakes from the fakes |
| Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies |
| Around the corner there’s another nigga waiting to jack |
| He don’t know I got a glock 'til his ass get shot |
| Like a motherfucking thug disease |
| Craving beats like they motherfucking drugs to me, hey |
| What’s up with bitches trying to screw me? |
| Do me cause I did a movie |
| Throw the pussy to me but before they never knew me |
| Rather die then let ya play me for a, buster |
| And with my glock I’m a plotting ass rotten motherfucker, huh |
| Don’t let the movie fool ya, let me school ya |
| Screaming Thug Life nigga when I do ya |
| I’m going crazy, getting dizzy |
| And then I suffocate a motherfucking breather bring me back |
| I’m telling ya I’m losing it |
| Said I’m losing my mind |
| Losing my mind |
| I’m going crazy, niggas can’t fade me |
| On the real I kill when I step to ya fucking grill |
| So let me kick it let me flip it let me get wicked |
| I’m not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets |
| I hang with G’s flipping keys and smoking weed |
| I get the cash and dash and never learn to read |
| So fuck a bitch fuck a hoe and I let ya know |
| Because they come and go like the wind blows |
| What am I giving how I’m living what I’m giving up |
| You can take my life and I don’t give a fuck |
| Cause I’m the trouble most coming from the west coast |
| Where the niggas is banging 'til the overdose |
| Killers and murderers, psychos and lunatics |
| Nobody knows what makes my mind click |
| Is it the demons, screaming inside of me? |
| Hell no it’s just the Thug Life mentality |
| I’m going crazy shit don’t phase me |
| I’m living like a thug 'til six niggas carry me |
| Death is on the trigga so pull it |
| I can’t take it no more, nigga, I’m losing it |
| Said I’m losing my mind |
| Losing my mind |
| Shit was talking to me, my gat screamed fire |
| The bullet told me shoot that motherfucker he’s a liar |
| I talked to me 3−80 like a bitch on a stroll |
| When my niggas try to |
| Nigga, I can’t get fucked in this game I’m a psychopath |
| My AK told me to shove him up some niggas ass |
| I’m having long conversations with Mr. Millometer |
| He’s one of my best friends bitch ass nigga eater |
| And Miss Mossburg love it in the back trunk |
| You know that old school bitch she like to get it funked |
| And spitting motherfuckers by the seems |
| My grand daddy Mr. AR-15 |
| By the evil motherfucker |
| Talked me into taking over a dope turf and shooting cluckers |
| Said he was my only family |
| Shoot straight, and please don’t jam me |
| Got in a fight at the club my gat started talking |
| Told me to shut the fuck up and let him do the talking |
| I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang |
| I’m going nuts man |
| Shit was talking to me |
| Said I’m losing my mind |
| Losing my mind |