[Chorus:]
(I'll grab the mic and try to sing that song...
They got me staring at the world through my rearview...
Somebody in the house say yeah... tick tock ya don't stop
[x4]
[2Pac:]
Nobody thought I'd make it, the world called me loser
Just a high school drop out, young drug abuser
Momma told me there'd be days like this
I never lived
Just spent my child hood years in my neighborhood prison
The world don't give a f*ck about the kids
I can see from the poverty and all the evil shit they did
To my young nation
Participation more hesitation
Can turn lethal
When ain't no love for a young nigga he turn evil
And burn people with no hope is no peace
To all my niggas start regulatin' on your streets
Plus in the neighborhood scandals and drug wars
There ain't no chance in negotiating with thug lords
Try conversatin' but he won't listen
He said the world is a living hell for God's children
Picture 'em stealing a benz doing life plus two
While I'm staring at the world through my rearview
[Chorus: x2]
I'll grab the mic and try to sing that song...
They got me staring at the world through my rearview...
Somebody in the house say yeah... tick tock ya don't stop
It's clearer now cause I'm a newer individual
Plus I'm a don not just a small time criminal
Times have changed
Homies died only lives remain
Massive amounts of narcotics help me hide the pain
Wishin' all the fans came up on the jag
They got me out for the quiet times reflect on the past
All my homeboys that didn't make it
For you I'll do it
Remember back in the days is young true ones, uhh
Telling me to beware because you cared
Help me to be prepared
Cemetary full of homies no longer here
Or what about the babies lost and watch'em purpose-less
Too dumb to be a dealer
Too young to be a murderer
I'm begging you God don't make they lives too hard
They already scarred
Too doped up to see the stars
We livin' to die, everybody's high plus I'm high too
Staring at the world through my rearview, uhh
[Chorus: x3]
I'll grab the mic and try to sing that song...
They got me staring at the world through my rearview...
Somebody in the house say yeah... tick tock ya don't stop
Pictures are plenty
Handle the semi, sippin' henny
I hustle for pennies, know my own fiend for many
I watched and took notes as a child I strategized
Witnessin' crack dealings and drug killings have scattered lives
Niggas don't know me but they think
That we can be closer than homies
Nigga you phony so quit buying drinks
Mind on my money and funny about my currency
Niggas don't wanna see me shootin' but they ain't worry me
Livin' to tell, prison is hell for a nigga
They using my bail, for bigger jails for a nigga
Father I'm feeling tired
Forgive me, cause I'm a sinner
Livin' life as a thug, while duckin' cops and the criminals
Homies is dead and buried, past times is gone
Don't ask why trick nigga cause my mind is gone
And if I die, then let me watch what we been through
Staring at the world through my rearview, uhh
[Chorus: repeats and fades]
Thug life, westside, deathrow, outlaw... ya'll what time it is
2Pac - Grab The Mic Lyrics
2Pac - Grab The Mic Lyrics
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[Chorus:]
(I'll grab the mic and try to sing that song...
They got me staring at the world through my rearview...
Somebody in the house say yeah... tick tock ya don't stop
[x4]
[2Pac:]
Nobody thought I'd make it, the world called me loser
Just a high school drop out, young drug abuser
Momma told me there'd be days like this
I never lived
Just spent my child hood years in my neighborhood prison
The world don't give a f*ck about the kids
I can see from the poverty and all the evil shit they did
To my young nation
Participation more hesitation
Can turn lethal
When ain't no love for a young nigga he turn evil
And burn people with no hope is no peace
To all my niggas start regulatin' on your streets
Plus in the neighborhood scandals and drug wars
There ain't no chance in negotiating with thug lords
Try conversatin' but he won't listen
He said the world is a living hell for God's children
Picture 'em stealing a benz doing life plus two
While I'm staring at the world through my rearview
[Chorus: x2]
I'll grab the mic and try to sing that song...
They got me staring at the world through my rearview...
Somebody in the house say yeah... tick tock ya don't stop
It's clearer now cause I'm a newer individual
Plus I'm a don not just a small time criminal
Times have changed
Homies died only lives remain
Massive amounts of narcotics help me hide the pain
Wishin' all the fans came up on the jag
They got me out for the quiet times reflect on the past
All my homeboys that didn't make it
For you I'll do it
Remember back in the days is young true ones, uhh
Telling me to beware because you cared
Help me to be prepared
Cemetary full of homies no longer here
Or what about the babies lost and watch'em purpose-less
Too dumb to be a dealer
Too young to be a murderer
I'm begging you God don't make they lives too hard
They already scarred
Too doped up to see the stars
We livin' to die, everybody's high plus I'm high too
Staring at the world through my rearview, uhh
[Chorus: x3]
I'll grab the mic and try to sing that song...
They got me staring at the world through my rearview...
Somebody in the house say yeah... tick tock ya don't stop
Pictures are plenty
Handle the semi, sippin' henny
I hustle for pennies, know my own fiend for many
I watched and took notes as a child I strategized
Witnessin' crack dealings and drug killings have scattered lives
Niggas don't know me but they think
That we can be closer than homies
Nigga you phony so quit buying drinks
Mind on my money and funny about my currency
Niggas don't wanna see me shootin' but they ain't worry me
Livin' to tell, prison is hell for a nigga
They using my bail, for bigger jails for a nigga
Father I'm feeling tired
Forgive me, cause I'm a sinner
Livin' life as a thug, while duckin' cops and the criminals
Homies is dead and buried, past times is gone
Don't ask why trick nigga cause my mind is gone
And if I die, then let me watch what we been through
Staring at the world through my rearview, uhh
[Chorus: repeats and fades]
Thug life, westside, deathrow, outlaw... ya'll what time it is
(I'll grab the mic and try to sing that song...
They got me staring at the world through my rearview...
Somebody in the house say yeah... tick tock ya don't stop
[x4]
[2Pac:]
Nobody thought I'd make it, the world called me loser
Just a high school drop out, young drug abuser
Momma told me there'd be days like this
I never lived
Just spent my child hood years in my neighborhood prison
The world don't give a f*ck about the kids
I can see from the poverty and all the evil shit they did
To my young nation
Participation more hesitation
Can turn lethal
When ain't no love for a young nigga he turn evil
And burn people with no hope is no peace
To all my niggas start regulatin' on your streets
Plus in the neighborhood scandals and drug wars
There ain't no chance in negotiating with thug lords
Try conversatin' but he won't listen
He said the world is a living hell for God's children
Picture 'em stealing a benz doing life plus two
While I'm staring at the world through my rearview
[Chorus: x2]
I'll grab the mic and try to sing that song...
They got me staring at the world through my rearview...
Somebody in the house say yeah... tick tock ya don't stop
It's clearer now cause I'm a newer individual
Plus I'm a don not just a small time criminal
Times have changed
Homies died only lives remain
Massive amounts of narcotics help me hide the pain
Wishin' all the fans came up on the jag
They got me out for the quiet times reflect on the past
All my homeboys that didn't make it
For you I'll do it
Remember back in the days is young true ones, uhh
Telling me to beware because you cared
Help me to be prepared
Cemetary full of homies no longer here
Or what about the babies lost and watch'em purpose-less
Too dumb to be a dealer
Too young to be a murderer
I'm begging you God don't make they lives too hard
They already scarred
Too doped up to see the stars
We livin' to die, everybody's high plus I'm high too
Staring at the world through my rearview, uhh
[Chorus: x3]
I'll grab the mic and try to sing that song...
They got me staring at the world through my rearview...
Somebody in the house say yeah... tick tock ya don't stop
Pictures are plenty
Handle the semi, sippin' henny
I hustle for pennies, know my own fiend for many
I watched and took notes as a child I strategized
Witnessin' crack dealings and drug killings have scattered lives
Niggas don't know me but they think
That we can be closer than homies
Nigga you phony so quit buying drinks
Mind on my money and funny about my currency
Niggas don't wanna see me shootin' but they ain't worry me
Livin' to tell, prison is hell for a nigga
They using my bail, for bigger jails for a nigga
Father I'm feeling tired
Forgive me, cause I'm a sinner
Livin' life as a thug, while duckin' cops and the criminals
Homies is dead and buried, past times is gone
Don't ask why trick nigga cause my mind is gone
And if I die, then let me watch what we been through
Staring at the world through my rearview, uhh
[Chorus: repeats and fades]
Thug life, westside, deathrow, outlaw... ya'll what time it is