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2pac still one of the best rappers that ever lived. Please subscribe for more :) [Intro: 2Pac] Are you scared to die? Is reincarnation Are you - are you afraid to die? (Reach the whole nation) Me? (murderer) My only fear of death is reincarnation Uh My only fear of death, is reincarnation I use my last breath, to reach the whole nation How can they call me murderer for my spoken words? This composition is my prophecy, I hope it's heard My only fear of death, is reincarnation I use my last breath, to reach the whole nation How can they call me murderer for my spoken words? This composition is my prophecy, I hope it's heard [Verse 1: 2Pac] Hard words is spoken, many promises broken As if it's, useless to hope, they got me constantly smoking My role model was a cold bottle of O.E Surrounded by my closest homies but nobody knows me I pray to God it ain't easy Half the cops in California got a hard on to squeeze me Running through the backstreets, hopping over fences Tryna shake the fucking K-9s, running around senseless I'll prolly be a mystery to many, but a legend to some I've been a man for many women, but husband for none In case you see me out in traffic, looking nervous and high My hands, holding my pistols will they serve us or die? May God forgive me for my crooked ways, I didn't mean it Knew I'd fall in love with money the first day that I seen it Maybe now they can understand it's my occupation It's clear that my only fear of death is reincarnation [Verse 2: Hussein Fatal] I keep my shit off safety, I've been shooting rocks lately Everybody gots they nickel-plates to penetrate me I was supposed to be the murder first to go Them niggas missing, grazed my wrist, I took it personal Kato told me that I was slipping, got his strap and started tripping Slipped two clips on the table, twist the L and said "Fatal listen" Everybody don't be missing keep your vest on, baby And you know that shit that happens to the Teflon, crazy You ain't gotta pack a gat, I got your backs keep your front line Or we can stall that, from the Cadillac we about to bum shot But Reeg locked down, (so) it's still begging casket All we thought about was plastic and murdering bastards [Hook: 2Pac] My only fear of death, is reincarnation I use my last breath, to reach the whole nation How can they call me murderer for my spoken words? This composition is my prophecy, I hope it's heard My only fear of death, is reincarnation I use my last breath, to reach the whole nation How can they call me murderer for my spoken words? This composition is my prophecy, I hope it's heard [Verse 3: E.D.I Mean] I spend my days and nights, not knowing if it strays in flight Gon' finally catch me, leaving my foes hella happy 'Cause look, at any moment, the game could be my main opponent Niggas be swimming where the sharks in, and don't even know it But I stay focused, concentrate on my surroundings 'Cause if I'm slipping, well that's when niggas will get to clowning And I can't have it, I got a mission to complete Raise my kids upright, make sure they got something to eat And my daily ritual is, protect my physical biz I just can't see now, I choose death before the penal 'Cause what good am I to that little nigga with them big eyes? If I'm incarcerated, you feel me now I gots to make it And If I don't, Re-Reincarnation ain't an option Leave my ass dead until it's really poppin' [Hook: 2Pac] My only fear of death, is reincarnation I use my last breath, to reach the whole nation How can they call me murderer for my spoken words? This composition is my prophecy, I hope it's heard [Interlude: 2Pac] How can y'all call us murderers and shit and Blame all the problems of the world on us young dumb Thug Niggas from the streets, ain't that a bitch How come y'all ain't giving a fuck about us when we was broke and poor? How come when we get a little money, motherfuckers wanna stop us and block us? What part of the game is that? Who should we love, who should we believe in when the motherfuckers that's supposed to be our role models, supposed to be the people we look up to is tryna snatch us out of the game What type of shit is that? Fuck 'em all [Verse 4: Kastro] I steal list for the top dollar Just a true thug, Bagheera karma High power, small timer, made nigga top grade With a mean ways to play 'em these days, homie I'm saying though they tryna play me, so I gots to get them, hit 'em and lay low I told you before, my only fear of death Is momma crying for help, and papa tryin' to help When I know we ain't got it, but shit I gots to handle this card They handin' me, snitches, trick bitches, niggas who ain't us enemy Never worry, apparently, I think I never buried But if so, I gotta go my nigga's will always love me Thug family ties, I know they want me to die But I'ma survive, see the look in my eyes