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Intro: 2Pac |
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There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see |
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That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future. |
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But through whatever you see, |
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Through all the rain and the pain, |
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You gotta keep your sense of humor. |
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You gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit. |
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Remember that. |
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Mmm, yeah. |
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Keep ya head up.Yeah. |
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Verse One: 2Pac |
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Our lifestyles be close captioned |
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Addicted to fatal attractions |
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Pictures of actions be played back |
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In the midst of mashin' |
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No fairy tales for this young black male |
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Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales |
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Hustlin' and heart be a nigga culture |
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Or the repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures |
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Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches |
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Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures |
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Why she'd tears? Save your sympathy |
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My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary |
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Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe |
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If you believe then you can achieve |
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Just look at me |
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Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on |
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Livin' in the projects, broke with no lights on |
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To all the seeds that follow me |
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Protect your essence |
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Born with less, but you still precious |
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Just smile for me now |
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Chours: Johnny P, 2Pac |
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Smiiiiiile for me , won't you smile (smile for me now) |
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Just smiiiile (smile), smile for me |
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(What cha lookin' all sad for, nigga you black, smile for me now) |
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Smiiiiiile for me (nigga you ain't got nothin' to be worried about) |
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Won't you smile (no doubt, smile for me now) just smiiiiile |
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(And the next generation) |
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Verse Two: Scarface |
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Now as I open up my story |
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With the blaze a your blunts |
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And you can picture thoughts slowly |
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Up on phrases I wrote |
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And I can walk you through the days that I done |
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I often wish that I could save everyone |
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But I'm a dreamer |
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Have you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game |
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Overlookin' his tomorrows and they finally came? |
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Look back on childhood memories and I'm still feelin' the pain |
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Turnin' circles in my life came to dealin' cocaine |
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To many hassles in my local life, survivin' the strain |
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And a man without a focus, life could drive him insane |
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Stuck inside a ghetto fantasy hopin' it'd change |
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But when I focus on reality we broke and in chains |
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Had a dream of livin' wealthy and makin' it big |
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And after all my momma's thankin' God for blessin' the child |
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All my momma gots to do now is collect it and smile |
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Smile |
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Chorus (without 2pac) |
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Verse Three: 2Pac |
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Fuck the world as we ???? and witness furious speeds |
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Of nasty questions keep us all stressin', curious G's |
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Backstabbed and bleedin', fuckin' thoughts laced with weed |
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Learnin', duckin' stray shots, bullets be hot, they burnin' |
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Inhalin' sherm smoke, visualized the flames |
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Will I be smothered by my own pain? |
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Strange whispers, cowards conversate, so quick to dis us |
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Takin' pictures for the feds, and desperate hopes they'd get us |
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Hit us off, give us plenty centuries, forgive my sins |
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Since I ain't in many penitenturies the best revenge is fuck friends |
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We military minded soldiers, bustin' shots blindly |
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Tryin' to find Jehovah to help me |
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Somebody save me |
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Lost and crazy, scared to drop a seed hopin' I ain't cursed my babies |
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Maybe now niggas feel me now, picture my pain |
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Embrace my words make the world change |
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And still I smile nigga |
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(Scarface talking) |
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And now a moment of silence, let us pray |
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And as you journey into outerspace |
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May the angels help to lead the way |
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Shine up on your soul to keep you safe |
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And all the homies that done passed away |
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They there to greet you as you pass the gates |
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And as you headed to the tunnel's light |
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I hope it leads to eternal life |
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We say the prayers for our homie 'Pac |
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Smile |
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(Smile for me) |
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(All ya need to do is smile) |
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(Woooo smile for me) |
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(Come on smile for me) |
