2pac - I'm Losin' It lyrics

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2pac - I'm Losin' It lyrics

Straight out the motherf**ing bay Here we go 2pac- Lord help me, save me, mama keep praying For a young motherf**er trying to duck an early grave In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies Around the corner there's another n***a waiting to jack He don't know i got a glock 'til his a** get shot Like a motherf**ing thug disease Craving beats like they motherf**ing d** to me, hey What's up with b**hes trying to screw me? do me cause i did a movie Throw the p**y to me but before they never knew me Rather die then let ya play me for a, buster And with my glock i'm a plotting a** rotten motherf**er, huh Don't let the movie fool ya, let me school ya Screaming thug life n***a when i do ya I'm going crazy, getting dizzy And then i suffacate a motherf**ing breather bring me back I'm telling ya i'm losing it (chorus) Said i'm losing my mind Losing my mind (x4) Big syke- I'm going crazy, n***as can't fade me On the real i k** when i step to ya f**ing grill So let me kick it let me flip it let me get wicked I'm not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets I hang with g's flipping keys and smoking weed I get the cash and dash and never learn to read So f** a b**h f** a hoe and i let ya know Because they come and go like the wind blows What am i giving how i'm living what i'm giving up You can take my life and i don't give a f** Cause i'm the trouble most coming from the west coast Where the n***as is banging 'til the overdose k**ers and murderers, psychos and lunatics Nobody knows what makes my mind click Is it the demons, screaming inside of me? Hell no it's just the thug life mentallity I'm going crazy sh** don't phase me I'm living like a thug 'til six n***as carry me d**h is on the trigga so pull it I can't take it no more, n***a, i'm losing it (chorus) Spice 1- sh** was talking to me, my gat screamed fire The bullet told me shoot that motherf**er he's a lier I talked to me 3-80 like a b**h on a stroll When my n***as try to ???? n***a, i can't get f**ed in this game i'm a psychopath My ak told me to shove him up some n***as a** I'm having long conversations with mr. millometer He's one of my best friends b**h a** n***a eater And miss mossburg love it in the back trunk You know that old school b**h she like to get it funked And spitting motherf**ers by the seems My grand daddy mr. ar-15 By the evil motherf**er Talked me into taking over a dope turf and shooting cluckers Said he was my only family Shoot straight, and please don't jam me Got in a fight at the club my gat started talking Told me to shut the f** up and let him do the talking I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang I'm going nuts man sh** was talking to me (chorus till fade...)