2pac were soldiers of the same struggle You lames should huddle, your teams shook y'all feel The wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field
Lightning burned the fields, blackfire choked our breath We huddled in the kitchen, sand poured through the walls We looked to one another, the children
'm coming home with you Walking her home with the grassy field Falling and laughing at the drinks we spill Just one of those nights that I have to share Chasing the death
me satisfaction in large amounts If I had three wishes I would do the same We see eye to eye in this jean punch game I'd lay 'em in a field, where there
't let the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it Take a good look into my eyes and all over my face your bloody death
thuggish outta Columbus Seen my mama? Hey, remember me baby? I bought a Mercedes, a crib for my babies And lately got him running from Lady Death, still
been your ass back Come see the real deal Stay in the fields nigga These niggas will kill This ain't no cap-gun shots, nigga This a glock, pah, pah, It's death
was alive for my struggle, But aint lived to see my success. They wanted to see me make it, but got stripped naked, And layed in the mall cuz of death
Bring you a tale from the pastel fields Where we ran when we were young This is a tale from the water meadows Trying to spread some hope into your heart
to seize knowledge we don't need, I forgot my late pass but I'm early to a rival beatbox, you got raps? meet me on the football field, don't sleep on field
split the atom, invented the X-ray The cure for AIDS and the surprise blindfold greeting She performed and choreographed the fights For Bruce Lee in 'Enter the Dragon' and 'Game of Death
In the tree-lined cities in forgotten fields Some are born too pretty, some are born too real Some to death-wish pity, while the selfish steal Some ground
boat 'til as far as I could Afford it to take me, it was far enough Mature you said at the wrong time Broke my aging skin 'cause age was mine Had a field
man's own kin He turned his back and his own people shot him And he fell on his knees before the burning plane And he beheld fields of gold his land,
over dope money (Let's go) Bust your nine niggas, Side by side niggas (C'mon) We hit the ?wreek? of law, Run and hide niggas (Let's go) Death is the
the place But fuck Ballon I'm trying to punch you dead in your face We bless with da deal cause we're the best in the field Bleach Brothers true white
work He swore on the turf, put his ass hole in the dirt 'Cuz a million soldier died and served in these circle street wars Before the deaths of biggie