2pac And Outlawz Staring Through My Rearview Lyrics

Staring Through My Rearview Lyrics

[Tupac]

 Staring at the world through my rearview

 Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean?

 Starin...

 

 Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops

 Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop

 I wonder when the world stopped caring last night

 Two kids shot while the whole block staring

 I will never understand this society, first they try

 to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed

 All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's

 crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies

 flee when they see me, believe me

 Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen

 Through the 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 niggaz 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 nuttin but my dreams comin true

 While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see)	

 [repeat 2X]

 

 (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 (we)

 Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers	

 [repeat 2X]

 

 [E.D.I.]

 Now you see him, now you don't, some niggaz

 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

 Half you, is down with them Outlawz

 Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws

 But still we keep mashin til our dreams come through

 Starin at the world through my rearview

 

 [Tupac]

 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 twelve gauge pump for protection

 Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin

 Turn to Smith and 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 answers to the question, do dreams come true

 Still starin at the world through my rearview (I say)	

 [repeat 2X]

 

 (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/nigga can die	

 [repeat 2X]

 

 [Khadafi]

 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/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, ?roll my well and lockup?

 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 rearview

 

 [Tupac]

 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 down understandin

 The world, the world is behind us

 Once a motherfucker get an understanding 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 like, behind us

 Niggaz 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 niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't

 

 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/and we'll be	

 [repeat 4X with vocal fade]