2Pac - Confessions (feat.Bizzy.Bone) | Текст песни

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• Confessions (feat.Bizzy.Bone)

Bizzy Bone-Intro-
{Church bells chiming. A car pulling up playing a Bizzy Bone song 'you've got too, you've got to...' getting out of car and door closing with Bizzy walking up to a church} I have a confession to make

-Bizzy Bone-
Stripped 'em naked Momma Rose, they made me take off my clothes and show my bruises, open the door, I'm so embarrased oh
One hundred and fifty five pounds all around, they can't hold me down
/ I'm sellin' my sound to the ground, now tell 'em around, I'm about to break down
/ It'll take armies, Harmony arm me and alarm me, saw me and I'm fallen, callin' all God's children naughty
/ Put it on my Lordy/ And lil' Lay name called me/ God's still sorry but it was strictly for Little Shorty, and beat up yo' Beamer and yo' motherfuckin' broad
/ Don't call me bitch/ Ghetto Ross and I don't hold scold to them whores if he calls
/ And I'm closin' the doors in a metamorphis' war for the Moor/ Sprawled over the floor/ Lord, you know we stressin' with the essence
/ Excellence destinded, armageddon/ I'm a headin' and bobbin' right outta town, town town

-2pac-Chorus-
Stressed I'm busta free/ Enemies give me reason,
To be the last motherfucker breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds (The day I got outta jail it was a motherfuckin' problem) Catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last motherfucker breathin'

-2pac-
Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, naw nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest
Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block,
call the cops,
A thug nigga screamin' 'Westside' bustin' double glocks
Hittin' corners in my Chevy Surburban
Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb, hand on the steerin' wheel swervin' (Watch out!)
Bless me Father I'm a sinner, I'm livin' in hell
Just let me live on the streets, cause ain't no peace for me in jail
Gettin' worldwide exposure with a bunch of niggas that don't give a fuck, ridin' as my soldiers
I'm just a missle on a war path, not your average dealer,
Westside Outlaw, Bad Boy killer, huh
Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'
I murdered all them bustas now I'm the last motherfucker breathin'

-Chorus