2Pac — Visions of Me Dead REMIX

[Intro] [Verse 1: 2Pac] God bless the dead, and buried Nigga, don't worry If you see God first Tell him shit got worse I ain't mad I know you representing the crew And I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game If you a baller, money went as quick as it came My role models - gone or they locked in the pen Straight hustlers, caught up in the whirlwind The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy Saying shit don't stop nigga no pity We all hoods, and all we ever had was dreams Money making motherfuckers plot scandalous schemes In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind I was addicted to trying, never meant to do time My epitaph, will read, was the last of G's Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed God bless the dead [Hook: 2Pac] I see visions of me dead, lord are you there? A closed casket at my funeral, and no one's there Is there a heaven for a killer? I change my ways And every day, I'm a hustler, getting paid I see visions of me dead, lord are you there? A closed casket at my funeral, and no one cares Is there a heaven for a G? I'm telling you now, you motherfuckers don't know me [Verse 2: 2Pac] The motherfucking dust kicker, who can you trust? Do have you the heart to see a nigga Before you bust? My name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes Busting motherfuckers out the box, I ain't even gone Now how the hell do you explain, my claim to fame From doing flicks to busting tricks out the fucking frame Got these bitches on my jock, niggas on my block Jealous ass suckers, got em ducking from my smoking Glock And busting niggas asses to stay alive Skinny ass player watching bigger motherfuckers fry They ask me how I’m living? I’m a hustler Bucking busters, 'til they die Now it's on in the ghetto, you ain't heard? Niggas got they AK’s heading for the burbs Aiming at them skin-head bitches let it rain Giving em a wet welcome to the house of pain! [Hook: 2Pac] I see visions of me dead, lord are you there? A closed casket at my funeral, and no one's there Is there a heaven for a killer? I change my ways And every day, I'm a hustler, getting paid I see visions of me dead, lord are you there? A closed casket at my funeral, and no one cares Is there a heaven for a G? I'm telling you now, you motherfuckers don't know me [Verse 3: 2Pac] But still I'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed As I laugh, pushing the gas while my Glocks blast We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts? Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes No hesitation in extermination of these snitches Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me A couple of movies, now the whole world's trying to screw me Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do? But stay true, sipping 22's of brew And now media is trying to test me Got the press asking questions, trying to stress me Misery is all I see, that's my mind state My history with the police will shake the crime rate My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped Two- Two strikes slipped got arrested and flip He screamed "thug life" [Hook: 2Pac] I see visions of me dead, lord are you there? A closed casket at my funeral, and no one's there Is there a heaven for a killer? I change my ways And every day, I'm a hustler, getting paid I see visions of me dead, lord are you there? A closed casket at my funeral, and no one cares Is there a heaven for a G? I'm telling you now, you motherfuckers don't know me