Correction Paroles City of Lies par 2Pac

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"I swear to god! Can't nobody touch me right now. Maybe next month, all of this will be over, but this month, I'm taking every moving target out."

They got me trapped, but now I'm strapped, gettin' hotter
Runnin' from the cop, as I try to c*ck my Glock
The war won't stop
That's why they wanna ban the music
You ever notice how the cops can't stand the music
See a black man coolin' with a Mexican
We can all have peace on the sets again
One time make it worst when they sweat us
Send a army of pigs to come get us

Watch me clown, give me loving when I'm high
I'm an outlaw baby, I'll be thugging 'til I die
In my drop-top double-R, life as a rap star
Hustle like a crack fiend 'til they catch me
Go ask somebody to your show
Watch them n***as out the sight of my night scope
Cooking white dope got my n***a 25-to-life stretched out
Trying to have all the better things in life
Well Makaveli — a born leader, ten millimeter
Change a n***a's future like a schizophrenic palm reader
Heed, from out the bible I read
See the meek shall inherit the Earth
And the strong will lead
Hittin' weed like it's alright
I'm in the studio making music all night
My enemies cry whenever I rise, they hated 'til the death
Trying to beat me out my last breath
Whatcha gonna do?

"Only reason I am who I am today is because I can look directly into my face and find my soul. It's there, it's not sold, i didn't sell it, it's still within me, I still feel it, my heart is still connected to my
Body."

Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy
Don't want to hurt a soul n***a, so don't make me
I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes
My enemies dead n' buried, now the stress is through
They try to ban me, 'cause the brothas makin' noise a lot
I tear that asses and the boys 'bout to poise the block
They got me trapped, but now I'm strapped, gettin' hotter
Runnin' from the cop, as I try to c*ck my Glock
The war won't stop
That's why they wanna ban the music
You ever notice how the cops can't stand the music
See a black man coolin' with a Mexican
We can all have peace on the sets again
Give a shout-out to my homies in the Pen'
They try to keep us down
But we clown every time we hit the Top-10
Once again it's yo friend out of Oakland
Hopin' they keep the hip hop clubs open
Now we can fight, let 'em close them
Or we could have peace at shows so we control 'em
Now ain't nobody gettin' paid, it's a damn shame
Why gangbang brothas in the same gang
Take security to blame, 'cause they lettin' it off
Brothas come to have fun but they settin' it off
So I'm runnin' out of time, and it's cool, down with my (homeboy put it down)

"I can't explain why I shine and no one else shines. I think everybody shines in different things, and a lot of things I can't do. I can't play basketball like every other black person in America

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They got me trapped, but now I'm strapped, gettin' hotter
Runnin' from the cop, as I try to c*ck my Glock
The war won't stop
That's why they wanna ban the music
You ever notice how the cops can't stand the music
See a black man coolin' with a Mexican
We can all have peace on the sets again
One time make it worst when they sweat us
Send a army of pigs to come get us

"But I don't have no mercy no more. They've had no mercy. They see. They tryna shoot my f**king balls off! What about my kids?"

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