2Pac – Starring Through My Rearview (feat. E.D.I & Yaki Kadafi) (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)


Towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants
Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops
Hear you is down with them Outlawz
I can feel your heart beatin’ fast ’cause it’s time to die
To the end, my friend, I’m seein’ nothin’ but my dreams comin’ true
While you thinkin’ I see you lost up in my rearview
Who is gonna catch me when I fall or even care to?
I wonder when the world stopped carin’

Now, I was raised as a young black male
Outcast, left far, I’m through like southpaws
But all I know I never let the money get to me
Niggas hate me in the section, from years of chin-checkin’
Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Do you feel me?

Shit’s deep, turn eighteen, burn my will when I go
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can’t hear you
Turn to Smith & Wesson war weapons
I will never understand this society
I give a holla to my niggas in the darkest corners
Niggas is callin’ cops, people shot, nobody stops
Somethin’ I learned in school
Starin’ at the world through my rearview
Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this

Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails
Starin’ at the world through my rearview

Well, let’s see, it seems to be a mystery
[Verse 3: Kadafi]
Still starin’ at the world through my rearview

Now you see him, now you don’t
[Bridge: 2Pac]

On some Million Man March shit for the piece
Product of a dyin’ breed; all my homies tryin’ weed

[Verse 2: E.D.I. Mean]
One love from a thug nigga
Starin’ at the world through my rearview
But still we keep mashin’ until our dreams come through
Rollin’ with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers
Now I know the answers to the question
Last night two kids shot while the whole block starin’
Listen, through the intermissions, search your heart for a plan
[Hook: 2Pac]
I can feel your heart beatin’ fast ’cause it’s time to die
And all my motherfuckers
Tell me, will my enemies flee when they see me?
Stay down like the truest
Some niggas be here for the moment, and then they gone
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for protection
In the cell, countin’ days in this livin’ black hell
While I’m starin’ at the world through my rearview
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can’t hear you
Now the little babies crazed, raised off Hennessy
And we turnin’ bad boys to grown men, it’s on again

While I’m starin’ at the world through my rearview
So while you reminiscin’ all nights out with the crew
We all die, breed, bleed like humans
Starin’ at the world through my rearview

“Do dreams come true?”
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
It’s all about the papers, money rule the world. Once a motherfucker get an understandin’ on the game, and what the levels and the rules of the game is, then the world ain’t no trick no more, the world is a game to be played. So, now we lookin’ at the world from, like, behind us. Bitches make the world go round. So, since you ain’t knowin’ what we mean, let me break down understandin’ the world… The world is behind us. Hahahaha, you ain’t knowin’ what we mean by starin’ through the rearview. Real niggas do what they wanna do, bitch niggas do what they can. Niggas know what we gotta do: just gotta put our mind to it and do it.
I said, now I know the answer
[Hook repeats until end]
Just lookin’ back at the world
‘Cause fiends hittin’ up blocks with street sweepers
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin’ my dough
And all my motherfuckers
What happened to ’em?
See, I’m seein’ nothin’ but my dreams comin’ true
Baby, let me hold ya: talk to my guns like they fly bitches
Nigga Kadafi say
I’m gettin’ hotter ’cause the world’s gettin’ colder
True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed
They got me starin’ at the world through my rearview
Gettin’ high, watchin’ time fly
Gettin’ high, watchin’ time fly
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
All you bustas best to run, look at my bitches!
First they try to murder me, then they lie to me
Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it easy
Bless myself when knowin’ rules to these streets
In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales

Heavenly Father, I’m a soldier
From another level, you know what I mean? Starin’
[Outro: 2Pac]
Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers
“Do dreams come true?”
Smoke a blunt for me too, I’m starin’ through your rearview
Nine-six for Glocks
[Intro: 2Pac]