[Lyrics]G-Funk

Une tuerie de Richie Rich, un des gars qui avait une fois le plus de potentiel sur la west, dédicassé à pac:

I Dedicate This To My Man Tupac, Rest In Peace Boy You Know Its All Luv

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Who Holds Jurisdicton Over My Twisted Thoughts? And I'm Not To Blame For
What Happens Off In This Game I'm Do Or Die About My Scratch But I Know
This Dope Game Ain't Tha Way 4 Me To Go. But Still I'm There Grin And
Waten
For That Next Paper, Thinkin About How To Loaded Another Caper, Its Some
Cold Shit To Know I Can Slang All Night And Slang All Day But Never Have
Tha Courage To Pray. Belive I Know Better But Somehow I Fell That I'm
Stuck
At The Crossroads But I'm Afraid To Cross. Could It Be What I'm
Drinkin? It Got Me Thinkin Like I'm Thinkin " Lord I Need Help But I
Can't Help My Self " I Awake To To Sirens , Homies Dien, Kids In Tha
Street With No Foo
d To Eat, Hoes Getting Money In They Only Profession But Lord I Only Got
One Question?

-Chorus-

Do Gs To Heaven? Coz I Don't Wanna Die But If So I'd Like To Know Do Gs
To Heaven? (3x)

And If I Took A Life Are Perhaps Sold Some Dope Would You Discriminate
On My Arrival To Tha Gate? I Need To Know My Fate, Now My Life Ain't
Str8 But Look At Were I Live Its So So Crooked, I Didn't Shot That Man
But I Watc
hed Him Die And Saw Tha Pain And Struggle In His Eye, And Didn't Cry So
When I Hear Tha Thunder Are You Takin Me Under? Are Is My Seeing As Bad
As Tha Gooder

-Chorus-

Do Gs To Heaven? Coz I Don't Wanna Die But If So I'd Like To Know Do Gs
To Heaven? (3x)

For Every Time I Walked By, And Every Time I Got High, For Every Man I
Watched Die Lord I Need To Know Do Gs Get To Go? For All Tha Women I
Runn Though Those I Did And Didn't Plain 2 Are Every Scam I Ran My Hands
Though,
Lord I Need To Do Gs Get To Go? And If They Get To Go, When Its
Time To meet My Maker Well He Understand I'm Only A Man Flesh -N-
Bone, Born To Die In Tha Zone, And Gets Loney Trying To Make It On
Ya Own. And When My Baby Crys My intentions Are To Feed And Fufill
Tha Needs Of My One And Only Seed And If I Rob And Steal Let It
Read In My Will " Payback From Tha Ones That Who Fell Victoms To My
Guns" On Tha Run But Knowin I Can't Hide, Why Do I Feel Tha Way I
feel In Side? Its Like My Soul Is Leavein Me, Are You Decieving Me
? I Hear Voices, Sayin Belirve In Me, Is It You? I Hear Theres A
Man Named GOD That Can Fix It, When Its Twisted I'm Not Sayin I'm
All That Bad But I Can Use A Lil Help Coz At Times I Can't Help My
Self

-Chorus-

Do Gs To Heaven? Coz I Don't Wanna Die But If So I'd Like To Know
Do Gs To Heaven? (6x)





pour les biatchs genre bibo qui disent qu'il y a pas d'bons textes g funk llis ça man:

I wonder why there's so much hatred in this world today
You know a lotta of us brothers and sisters
Ain't gone make it to see another day
At the age of 12 I was on another page
I wanted to jug upon tha other people were gettin' their pay
My momma would always tell me about the direction that I was heading
Like the majority of these kids today man I was hard headed
I wanted to know to much a little man is shookin' police
Imagine a juvenile delinquent waitin' for a release date
Wait, it's easy for me to blame it on my surroundings
My folks raised me right, I just wanted to be the first fool pounding
Up and down tha block, Fleetwood Caddilac
But take it from me, young G, because that lifestyle ain't all that
Unless you ready to strap ya gat and serve tha yak and jug the sack
To get ya bread back, playa, I'm up on all that
Cause being broke ain't no joke, boost up ya confidence
There's two options:legal or illegal, you know the consequenses

Chorus:
Stay strong through all this drama, cause there's a remedy
This world is so corrupt, jealousy and envy
To all my folks in tha pen I'm sending this to you, ya know
Hope you get to hear my rap, try to make it off parole

The streets are full of sadness, dope and geto madness
Besides your brain and slangin' them thangs the only apparatus
Be that hot lead, I seen him yesterday but now my homie's dead
I hope I ain't going crazy, I know I ain't losing my head
No more obituaries, no more hearse, that shit hurt
You damn right, but see there's game plus a part of life
Got so much game to give they label my rap positive
Why not take advantage of that and give it back to my neighbourhood
Because them people wit them badges callin' themselves police
Be them same suckers going home selling hella weed
Everybody's human we need to live by the constitution
I ain't no dummy, behind them walls of congress someone's juicin'
How you think the streets get flooded wit guns and knifes and crack
Us blacks ain't got the type of machinery to deliver that
And the people that do kick back in mansions, pushing remotes
I ain't no hater, but man the law can't stand them folks

Chorus

Once that crack hit this world a lot of us lost our minds
Foolz was selling everything in tha house down to the iron
After Scarface I wanted to be like Tony Montana
Until the narcs caught me slippin' on tha ...
They followed me and sweated me as if I was a rich man
I'm just a playa up out of Frisco tryin' to put my mack hand down
I be around jsut like tha single
Twinkle twinkle who's tha star, how I wonder where you are
Stepped in tha back then test tha mic and break 'em off a proper ...
That's what I did for representing Cali, you know
I used to be local but now I'm a nation wide professional
Once I get home to tha Bay, six days are so boring
Down to call for my P.O. she wants to test my urine
Now I'm tryin' to think did I drink or did I smoke too much
Here I am in her office, I forgot to hide these bucks
Livin' beyond your means you know that's a violation, bro
Peace to all my homies across the world, stay off parole

Yeah, Pac, you know Ragtop we got love, man

Chorus


et encore un qui m'tient à coeur que j'écoute en boucle là, rappin 4 tay toujours t'inquite

No, I can’t run, I can’t hide from all of this pressure
If I sell out, that means I’m copping to a lesser charge
And whenever there’s a will, baby
There’s a way
Each one, teach one - I always say
The murder rate is rising, society can’t scare me
Life is like a puzzle, ain’t no telling when they’ll burry me.
They wanna tell me how to live
But I’ve got dues to pay
Now how much money you gonna give
For my PG and me bill, cos it’s a week late
Leave the hustler alone, fool don’t procrastinate
Because, I’m a get mine and that’s the way I was taught, fool
Now what you thought?
That I was born and raised in a big house
While you were asleep up in the bed
I slept on the couch
I tried to study but was often interrupted
Because the neighborhood I’m from is so corrupted
Rats and roaches creeping through the cracks in the walls
While my folks down the street, breaking plenty laws
Tried to count as much as they can count is like hell
It’s kind of hard being raised off up in the cell, get on your own
And get you some business, black
Stay sucker-free and by all means, watch your back
You ain’t gotta listen
But take it from your boy, 4-Tay, fool
You think you promised another day?

Each piece of life is like a puzzle, can you solve ‘em
Stress’ll drive you crazy when you’re dealing with these problems
Problems, problems - How you gonna solve ‘em
Man, I’m going crazy trying to deal with these problems

Each and every day on these streets, the game is gettin’ sicker
Thicker then a king-size snicker
And I know who’s got the plug, don’t need a witness
Cos your business ain’t everybody else’s business
Snichers, and gothams, and gangstas, they’re so conniving
In 1995, only the strong are surviving
Every time I open up something, somebody wants some
So I could be broke, all on my lonesome
Too many critics, too many debaters
And when they don’t hire us, that makes me think they hate us
But that’s just another problem pushing through my brain
And it wouldn’t change no matter how much I complain
Why would you care if I was living on welfare?
You act like you gon’ move me and my family elsewhere
Allow me to make this conversation more concrete
Too many formalities and I find that so obsolete
But I’m a keep striving cos it couldn’t get no worse
Ain’t robbing no banks or snatching nobody’s purse
I finally made me a profit so now I can really chill
Check my mail box, spoke too soon, there’s my phone bill
Trying to look out for number one and that’s my Mother
And if it ain’t one thing, fly, it’s another

Each piece of life is like a puzzle, can you solve ‘em
Stress’ll drive you crazy when you’re dealing with these problems
Problems, problems - How you gonna solve ‘em
Man, I’m going crazy trying to deal with these problems

Each piece of life is like a puzzle, can you solve ‘em
Stress’ll drive you crazy when you’re dealing with these problems
Problems, problems - How you gonna solve ‘em
Man, I’m going crazy trying to deal with these problems

Problems, problems - How you gonna solve ‘em
I’m a handle mine
Problems, problems - How you gonna solve ‘em
Take ‘em one at a time


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