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2Pac Got My Mind Made Up

my homies out buryin motherfuckers Steer clear of these Aryan motherfuckers Cause once they got you locked up They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot up

my chest It's Highteck, I got the fucken feds tracing my steps So what's next? a bomb gold at the back of my neck I'm in the U.S. everyday still got shit

2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha) [Verse Three: 2Pac] Well guess who's movin up

left at home all alone aint got nothing like trying to bone over the phone in my mind I could see em naked I cant take it got me shaking at the thought

Pictures on my wall) (Hanging Pictures on my wall) (Hanging Pictures on my wall) Always on my mind (Hanging Pictures on my wall) I can't figure it out (Hanging Pictures on my wall) Always on mind

never really got a chance to say good-bye And even though you're gone, you're always on my mind I never really got a chance to say goodbye To all my

[2Pac] A military mind nigga A military mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know [Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)] We tradin

[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking] Yo 'Law! Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one? (Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep) I'm falling

up twice wood strip got gold, leten em boys know Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist dirt up in my piss,