ИƎMЯA
ИƎMЯA   Los Angeles, California, United States
 
 


Always faded, most appreciated, loved and hated but never made it a part of me to stay jaded.

Never approach and entise my mind;
cause all I can see is the prize thru the grind,
if I don't analyze and encroach with my nine,
these bustas get to trippin and start crossing lines.

And to keep this in mind before paintin that picture;
♥♥♥♥♥ I do fine with or with outcha!
So think twice before settin loose your heart
I'm harder and smarter than all you've fought;
and I won't start or spit; but Ill whisper the hit;
chop you all up and makin it fit;
charter a plane to drop all the bits!

Come back from the pacific MAnn this ♥♥♥♥♥ terrific!
Best part of all is I'm still here to witness.
SO ♥♥♥♥ what you thought;
I die 4 the westSIDE and ♥♥♥♥ don't fly in my court!
Currently Offline
If I Die tonight
A coward dies a thousand deaths
A soldier dies but once

They say ♥♥♥♥♥ and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 'fore they get you
Picturin pitiful punk ♥♥♥♥♥♥ coppin pleas
Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Never to witness the wicked ♥♥♥♥ that they was facin
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ is bad-mouth, cause brawlin ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ is bold
But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed
I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me
Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me
Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me
I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps
I'm duckin at cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock
♥♥♥♥♥♥ is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight

Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the pump
When I get to poppin ♥♥♥♥♥♥ is droppin then they done
Callin the coroner come collect the ♥♥♥♥♥♥ corpse
He got hit by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss
Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close
Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Jealous ♥♥♥♥♥♥ and broke ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ equal packed jails
Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales
Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion
Visions of prisons for all the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ that I blasted
Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse
Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force
In my brain all I can think about is fame
The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed
I'm seein cemetary photos of my peers
Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight

♥♥♥♥♥ and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 'fore they get you
Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky
And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug ♥♥♥♥♥♥
A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers
Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa
Overdose her with ♥♥♥♥, while drinkin liquor when I lay her
Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame
Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain
Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?
Don't shed a tear for me ♥♥♥♥♥ I ain't happy here
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath
Take a look picture a crook on his last stand
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ don't understand, if I die tonight


Tupac Amaru Shakur
1971-1996
Comments
2Shibby Jan 30, 2010 @ 1:58am 
Ghost..... Recon
2Shibby Jan 8, 2010 @ 7:53pm 
Yeahhh BUUDDY!