2PAC

Dear God can you forgive me?
My furture's lookin' sick

I'm in my rag hittin' switches
I'm suspicious of these tricks
I keep on callin'
But ain't nobody pickin' up
I think she's stallin'
This evil bitch is tryin' to set me up
Came all alone
If it's on?
Then it's on
Bust my mothafuckin' chrome
On this jealous nigga's dome
It's a warzone
But I'm a man
Throw a gun in hand
I'm on my way to see this hoe
You know the fuckin' plan
Can understand
But the things ain't the same
You could die over these bitches
If you slippin' in the game
Niggas gangbang
But bitches gangbang too
Give up that good thang
Aim to put the pistol to your brain
And you were smart figure
Don't have no love in your heart nigga
Any complications pull the trigga
Dusted and disgusted
Bitches can't be trusted
You know the rules
They underhanded
She planned it you fuckin' fool...