Artist：2pac
Songs Title：heartz of men

Ahh, Suge what did I tell you ni**a
When I come out of jail what was I gonna do
I was gonna start diggin' into these *s chest, right
Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, ni**a
Them binoculars
Ha ha ha ha, yah ni**a time to ride
Grab your bullet proof vest ni**a
Cause its gonna be a long one
Now me and Quik gonna tell you *s
How its like on this side
The real side
Now on this ride its gonna be some real mutha-f**kas
And there is gonna be some *s
Now the real *s are gonna be the ones with
Money and b**ches
The *s are gonna be the *s
On the floor bleeding
Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize
Cause the ride gets tricky
See you got some *s on your side
That say they your friends But in real life they your enemies
And then you got some mutha-f**kas that say they your enemies
But in real life they eyes is on your money
See the enemies say the truth
But in real life those *s will be the snitches
Its a dirty game y'all
Y'all got ta be careful about who you f**k with
And who you don't f**k with
Cause the sh*t get wild y'all
Keep your mind on your riches, Baby
Keep your mind on your riches
9-1-1 Its a emergency cowards tried to murder me
From the hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you *s heard of me
Sh*t I'm legendary *s scary and paralyzed
Nothing more I despise than a liar and cowards die
My mama told me When I was to see
Just a vicious mutha f**ker while these devils left me free
I proceed to make them shiver when I deliver
Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure
Thug *s from everywhere Mr. Makaveli
*s is waiting for some thug sh*t thats what they tell me
So many rumors but I'm infinite Immortal Outlaw
Switching up on you ordinary b**ches
Like a south paw you gettin left
And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased
Will be another moment ballin' as a G
I rip the crowd then I start again
Internally I live in sin untill the moment
That they let me breathe again
The heartz of men
The Heartz of Men
My lyrical verge with so much pain that
To some *s it hurts My guns bust
And if you ain't one of us it gets worse
B**ch *s get their eyes swoll and fly mode
I'm an homicidal outlaw and five-o get your lights on
Fight long, tonights gonna be a f**king fight so we might roll
My own homies saying I'm heart less
But I'm a G to this 'til the day I'm gone thats regardless
Drive-by and *s bow down
I thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well *s out now
Throw up your hands if your thugged out
First ni**a act up first ni**a getting drugged out
I can be a villian if yah let me
I'll Mutha f**k yah if yah too upset me
Tell the cops to come and get me
Rip the crowd like a phone number
Start again, don't have no mutha f**kin' friends ni**a
Look inside the heartz of men
In The Heartz of Men
In The Heartz of Men
To all me *s engaged in making money in the fifty states
Keep your mind on your chips and f**k a punk b**ch
No longer living in fear my pistol close in hand
Convinced this is my year like I'm the chosen man
Give me my money and label me as a Don
If *s is having problems smoke fire and bomb them
I died and came back
I hustle with these lyrics as if its a game of crack
Thugishness is in my spirit
I'm lost and not knowing scar'd up but still flowing
Energized and still going
Uhh, can it be fate that makes a sick mutha f**ka break
On these jealous a** coward 'cause they evil and fake
What will it take?
Give me that bass line I'm feeling bombed
Deathrow baby don't be alarmed
The homie Quik gave a ni**a beat and let me start again
Represent cause I've been sent
The heartz of men