[2Pac]
To the end, to the end
To the end my friend

I give, I give a holla to my ^!$$%z
[Sting Sample]
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Hold on, Hold on

[2Pac]
To the end my friend
Starin at the world through my rearview

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 (Perfect blunt)

Starin at the world through my rearview
Scream to God
I give a holla to my ^!$$%z

I give a holla to my ^!$$%z in the darkest corners
One love from a thug ^!$$%
^!$$% Kadafi!

[Verse 1 - Yaki 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 %#@! for the piece/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, %#@!'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
[Chorus: 2Pac](x2)

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 mother$#&@ers
[Sting Sample]
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Hold on, Hold on

[Verse 2: Yaki Kadafi]
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 ^!$$% cook up
Narcotics is mastered, seen them ^!$$%z you blasted

wanting me in a casket, on the grind I'm faster
Yea ^!$$% 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 Im trying to see somethin' we ain't never had
came from a life of living, learn the tricks of the trade

%#@! shoulda been taught by dad
But learned through the crew, that's just between me and you
and once we lock this %#@! down, ain't a thing they can do

Meanwhile I'll stay waiting by the phone
hoping I'll get the call, telling a ^!$$% that you home
[2Pac]

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
[Chorus: 2Pac]
And all my mother$#&@ers

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
[Sting Sample]
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Hold on

[Verse 3: Yaki Kadafi]
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, ^!$$%z 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
[Chorus: 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, and all my mother$#&@ers
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