Correction Paroles PTSD (Remix) par 2Pac

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Paroles

My PTSD startin' to kick in, so I gotta get high
Uh, uh, ayy

Till I collapse I'm spillin' these raps long as you feel 'em
Till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killin' 'em
Cause when I am not, then I'm a stop pinnin' 'em and
I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem
Subliminal thoughts, when I'm a stop sendin'
'Em, women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hock venom
Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not
Get the illin' to stop, amoxicillin's just not real enough

The criminal cop killin' hip-hop villiana
Minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners
Your comin' with me, feel it or not you're gonna fear it
Like I showed ya the spirit of God lives in us
You hear it a lot lyrics to shock
Is it a miracle Or am I just a product of pop fizzin' up?
Fa shizzel my wizzel, this is the plot
Listen up
You bizzels forgot slizzel does not give a f**k

My PTSD startin' to kick in, so I gotta get high
Trey shot that n***a out my car, so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my b*t*h
N***a, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
N***as tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me, lil' n***a, you are not my bro
Trey shot that n***a out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
Ayo, I shoulda been out
I'm deadly when I pull the pin out
Keep frontin', I'mma try yo' chin out
I knocked a lot of men out
I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out
It's either that or I'mma squeeze the gat and pop ten out
You see Corleone, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen
And if a b*t*h don't like me she must like women
Every time I come around you see your wife grinnin'
Don't be mad 'cuz yo' career's in the ninth innin'
It's over now, n***a, leave the game
I'm from the danger zone where emcees get slain
We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame
We're n***as be takin' drugs just to ease the pain
Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte
When I was OT your b*t*h rode me
First day home I dived in it
Left her thighs dented
Now that b*t*h be pagin' me every five minutes
Emcees I squash and disgrace
It's all about the Benjis So why your bills got Washington's face?
A lot of cats be frontin'
Mad singles wit' a fifty on top
L tryin' to have the city on lock
Peace to Biggie and Pac 'cuz they really were hot
Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit' us
N***as wanna be L, ladies wanna see L
If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!"
What
My PTSD startin' to kick in, so I gotta get high
Trey shot that n***a out my car, so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my b*t*h
N***a, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
N***as tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me, lil' n***a, you are not my bro
Trey shot that n***a out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party

Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is on top of me
The projects is full of bullets, though bodies is droppin'
They ain't no stoppin' me
Constantly movin' while makin' millions
Witnessin' killings
Leavin' dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Can't reach the children 'cause they're illin'
Addicted to killin' and the appeal from the cap peelin'
Without feelin', but will they last or be blasted?
Hard headed b*st*rd
Maybe he'll listen in his casket; the aftermath
More bodies being buried, I'm losin' my homies in a hurry
They're relocatin' to the cemetery
Got me runnin', stressin', my vision's blurry
The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me
I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers
Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feeling this anger
Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is
What's the use? Unless we're shootin' no one notices the youth
It's just me against the world, baby

N***as always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth (They mouth)
Until I kick down they door and run in they house
Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth
Like what's that sh*t up on the 'net your son was talkin' 'bout?
I put that on my son that I'ma take it there (There)
'Cause when you come from where I come from, I ain't playin fair
My lil' homie die and I ain't drop a tear
I just rolled a spliff and put it in the air
I'm big 092, n***as know I'm Woo (Woo)
I look a n***a in his face like "Who you talkin' to?" (Talkin' to)
I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through
I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through
I spent twenty on my wrist and twenty on a chain (On a chain)
I be spoiling myself so I can ease the pain (Pain)
Digital dash, I be switching lanes (Lanes)
I was sitting on the bench, but now I'm in the game

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