2pac - Military Mind

[2Pac]

Suggest a revolution of a premeditated scheme,
introduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens...
got a lot of raw niggas now,
playa what it be like, growin' niggas see they got us bleedin', with 3 strikes...
and then the focus hopeless,
with violent thoughts I wrote this,
got these devils eptrified,
hidin' from my latest pocus...
and so I learned to earn my currency in overtime,
I sendigate the click of military minds...
they don't forgive us, so we dwell inside of cowards die...
thugged out and drug dealin', from the room to the block...
my blob mind got me survivin' 5 shots,
my .35 got my .45 with live glocks...
when shit stick, we plot hits,
and my glock spits all hell, I don't bail, wrapped in 2Pacalpyse...
forever ghetto necessary, picture food stamps, Outlaw thug
niggas, never less to Boot Camp...