Yaki Kadafi, 2Pac - Home Late lyrics

To the end, to the end to the end my friend
I give, I give a holla to my niggas
I can feel it coming in
The air tonight, hold on, hold on
To the end my friend

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

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 piece
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 chosin' my dough
So while you reminiscin' all nights
Out with the crew smoke a blunt for me too
I'm starin' through your rear view

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

I can feel it coming in
The air tonight, hold on, hold on

See you been gone my whole life
Like a game a cee-lo
Fulfilling your dreams on the
Streets like nino
Brown, the whole town be shook up
And me and momma surviving depends on how
Many rocks a nigga cook up
Narcotics is mastered
Seen them niggas you blasted
Wanting me in a casket
On the grind I'm faster
Yea nigga I heard, lil' moo gave me word
You get paroled on the 3rd
Ill roll up we get served
We out here frontin'
Still don't care about nothin'
Rollin in my double R and I'm trying
To see somethin' we ain't never had
Came from a life of living
Learn the tricks of the trade
Shit shoulda been taught by dad
But learned through the crew
That's just between me and you
And once we lock this shit down
Ain't a thing they can do
Meanwhile I'll stay waiting by the phone
Hoping I'll get the call
Telling a nigga that you home

Grab my straps, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not
Knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get the money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

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

I can feel it coming in the air tonight
Hold on

From bootycalls to bail sheets
It ain't no tellin'
If I wake up in the county in my jail sheets
My intuitions and ambitions up
In the late night
Probably involves me comin' up with
Just to see another day
Might be me who bites the bullet
In these streets where a man journey
With crooked cops and a society
Who tryin to burn me
I'm like a pit in a cage
Spittin' my shells in a gauge
Deadly as AIDS
Niggas gettin' crossed like a maze
Now picture me livin' my life like a king
Maybe one day
Until then I'm livin' Monday through Sunday
Bringin the gunplay for all
These beefs and battles when we collide
I'm a ride on that hide like cattle
Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night

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