Starin’ Through My Rear View
I will never understand this society / First they try to murder me / Then they lie to me / Product of a dyin’ breed
[Intro: 2Pac]
Starin’ at the world through my rearview
Just lookin’ back at the world
From another level
You know what I mean?
Starin’
[2Pac]
Multiple gunshots clear the block
The fun stops
Snitches is callin’ cops
People shot, nobody stops
I wonder when the world stopped carin’
Last night two kids shot
While the whole block starin’
I will never understand this society
First they try to murder me
Then they lie to me
Product of a dyin’ breed
All my homies tryin’ weed
Now the little babies crazed
Raised off Hennessy
Tell me, will my enemies flee
When they see me?
Believe me
Even thugs gotta learn to take it easy
Listen
Through intermissions
Search your heart for a plan
And we turnin’ bad boys to grown men
It’s on again
I give a holla to my niggas
In the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt
And let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga
Rollin’ with a posse
Full of paranoid drug dealers
To the end, my friend
I’m seein’ nothin’ but my dreams comin’ true
While I’m starin’ at the world
Through my rearview
See, I’m seein’ nothin’
But my dreams comin’ true
While I’m starin’ at the world
Through my rearview
[2Pac]
They got me starin’ at the world
Through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God
He can’t hear you
I can feel your heart beatin’ fast
’Cause it’s time to die
Gettin’ high, watchin’ time fly
And all my motherfuckers
Starin’ at the world
Through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God
He can’t hear you
I can feel your heart beatin’ fast
’Cause it’s time to die
Gettin’ high, watchin’ time fly
And all my motherfuckers
[E.D.I. Mean]
Now you see him
Now you don’t
Some niggas be here for the moment
And then they gone
What happened to ’em?
Well, let’s see
It seems to be a mystery
But all I know I never let the money get to me
Stay down like the truest
Thug Life until I check out this bitch
I thought you knew this
Who is gonna catch me
When I fall or even care to?
While you thinkin’
I see you lost up in my rearview
Hear you is down with them Outlawz
Outcast, left far
I’m through like southpaws
But still we keep mashin’
Until our dreams come through
Starin’ at the world through my rearview
[2Pac]
Now, I was raised as a young black male
In order to get paid
Forced to make crack sales
Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails
In the cell
Countin’ days in this livin’ black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition
Use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for protection
Niggas hate me in the section
From years of chin-checkin’
Turn to Smith & Wesson war weapons
Heavenly Father, I’m a soldier
I’m gettin’ hotter
’Cause the world’s gettin’ colder
Baby, let me hold ya
Talk to my guns like they fly bitches
All you bustas best to run
Look at my bitches!
Now I know the answer to the question
“Do dreams come true?”
Still starin’ at the world through my rearview
I said, now I know the answer
“Do dreams come true?”
Starin’ at the world through my rearview
[2Pac]
They got me starin’ at the world
Through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God
He can hear you
I can feel your heart beatin’ fast
’Cause it’s time to die
Gettin’ high, watchin’ time fly
And all my motherfuckers
Starin’ at the world
Through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God
He can hear you
I can feel your heart beatin’ fast
’Cause it’s time to die
Gettin’ high, watchin’ time fly
Nigga Kadafi say
[Kadafi]
Back in the days we hustled
For sneakers and beepers
Nine-six for Glocks
’Cause fiends hittin’ up blocks
With street sweepers
Bless myself when knowin’ rules to these streets
Somethin’ I learned in school
On some Million Man March shit
For the peace, true that
Only one life to lead, a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed, bleed like humans
Towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants
Shit’s deep, turn eighteen
Burn my will when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty
Or choosin’ my dough
So while you reminiscin’ all nights
Out with the crew
Smoke a blunt for me too
I’m starin’ through your rearview
[2Pac talking over hook]
Hahahaha
You ain’t knowin’ what we mean
By starin’ through the rearview
So, since you ain’t knowin’ what we mean
Let me break it better understandin’
The world… The world is behind us
Once a motherfucker get an understandin’ on the game
And what the levels and the rules of the game is
Then the world ain’t no trick no more
The world is a game to be played
So, now we lookin’ at the world from
High watch, behind us
Niggas know what we gotta do
Just gotta put our mind to it and do it
It’s all about the papers
Money rule the world
Bitches make the world go round
Real niggas do what they wanna do
Bitch niggas do what they can
[2Pac]
Starin at the world
Through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God
He can’t hear you
I can feel your heart beatin’ fast
’Cause it’s time to die
Gettin high, watchin time fly
Ya know
Starin at the world
Through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God
He can’t hear you
I can feel your heart beatin’ fast
’Cause it’s time to die
Gettin high, watchin time fly
And we’ll be
Starin at the world
Through my rearview
Scream to God, he can’t hear you
Heart beatin fast, time to die
Watchin time fly
Starin at the world
Through my rearview
Scream to God, he can’t hear you
Heart beatin fast, time to die
Gettin high, watchin time fly
Can you hear me?