[2Pac] Sometimes its hard to wake up in the morning Mind full of demons, I don’t wanna hear them anymore Got me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming Cause they seeing destruction before they a see human being So they start smoking weed, we’ll never get our day Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die Before we learn to fly, some bodies else’s child caught in guns Smoking weed, can all make a change So I’m told, but I haven’t seen the change unfold, I keep hoping please, if you prefer to breathe, Communities in need of people that will lead Keep your eyes open, I can only say I’ll try Until the day I die
[Chorus – 2Pac] Niggas don’t know my style Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild Bitchmade ass niggas don’t know my style, These niggas don’t know my style Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild Bitchmade ass niggas don’t know my style I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
[50 Cent] Putting money on my head Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain’t dead I’m the diamond in the dirt, That ain’t been found I’m the underground king and I ain’t been crowned When I rhyme, something special happen every time I’m the greatest, something like Ali in his prime I walk the block with the bundles I’ve been knocked on the humble Swing the ox when I rumble Show your ass what my gun do Got a temper nigga, go ahead, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain’t over If it wasn’t for rain Joy wouldn’t feel so good, if it wasn’t for pain
[Chorus – 2Pac] Niggas don’t know my style Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild Bitchmade ass niggas don’t know my style, These niggas don’t know my style Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild Bitchmade ass niggas don’t know my style I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
[Eminem] Let’s pretend Marshall Mathers never picked up a pen Let’s pretend things would have been no different Pretend he procrastinated, had no motivation Pretend he just made excuses that were so paper thin they could blow away with the wind Marshall, you’re never gonna make it makes no sense to play the game there ain’t no way that you’ll win Pretend he just stayed outside all day and played with his friends Pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend And it wasn’t time to move and schools weren’t changing again He wasn’t socially awkward and just strange as a kid He had a father and his mother wasn’t crazy as shit And he never dreamed he could rip stadiums and just lazy as shit Fuck a talent show in a gymnasium, bitch, you won’t amount to shit quit daydreaming kid You need to get your cranium checked you thinking like an alien and just ain’t realistic Now pretend they ain’t just make him angry with this shit And there was no one he could even aim when he’s pissed it And his alarm went off to wake him but he didn’t make it to the Rap Olympics Slept through his plane and he missed it He’s gon’ have a hard time explaining to Hailie and Lainie these food stamps and this WIC shit Cause he never risked shit he hoped and he wished it but it didn’t fall in his lap so he ain’t even here He pretends that