I couldn't help but notice your pain
(My pain?) [bad word] deep
Share it with me!

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five [bad word] on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster [bad word] on the back of the bus
I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust
But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry
I'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my [bad word]  family, what else could I do
But be a thug
Out slangin' with the homies [bad word] hangin' with them phonies in the club
Got my mind on danger
Never been a stranger to homicide
My cities full of gang bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain't goin back to court
So [bad word] what you thought I'm drinkin' [bad word] from my enemies will I live to be 23
There's so much pain
 [bad word] ]
Ohhhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
 [bad word] 

Ohhhh...
Ohhhh...

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
They got me mobbin like I'm Loc'ed
And ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my [bad word]  gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me [bad word]  I got my glock [bad word] playa if they press me
Bust on [bad word] with a - paaassion
Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - b-blaaastin
I'm a nut and drinkin Hennessey and gettin' high
On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die
Tell me why? 'Cause this stress is gettin' major
buck-fifty across the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
These sorry [bad word] want to kill me in my sleep
But will they can I see
And everyday it just a [bad word] Steady thuggin' in the streets
And I'll be ballin' loc
Don't let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried
I was born to raise [bad word]  a [bad word] from the gutta,
Word to Mutha I'm touched
I'm kickin dust up
Ready to bust
I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean
Until they kill me
I'll be livin this life
I know you feel me
There's so much pain
 [bad word] ]