Текст песни Pass Away - Terror Squad
(Armageddon
talking)
To
all
my,
to
all
my,
to
all
my,
to
all
my
To
all
my
peoples
that
passed
away
Uh
huh
To
all
my
peoples
that
passed
away,
to
all
my,
to
all
my
To
to
to,
Free
sanity
and
wings
as
they
cast
away
(Verse
1:
Armageddon)
Sometimes
I
envious
on
peoples
that
past
away
They
so
synonm,
there
wings
being
cast
away
I
dream
so
vivid,
the
scene
shakes
me
fast
awake
I
keep
thinking
maybe
somethings
tryna
show
me
how
to
master
my
faith
They
say
I'm
deep
and
too
complex
for
rap
But
yo,
I
grew
to
learn
theres
more
to
life
then
cars
and
gats
So
I
chose
to
share
the
light
and
write
my
bars
with
that
But
niggaz
scared
to
grow
so
they
tend
to
hold
you
back
They
take
this
shit
that
they
don't
understand
and
call
it
wack
Tell
you
that
ain't
the
way
it
goes
son,
thats
conscience
rap
But
y'all
running
in
circles
working
the
same
old
act
And
I
done
reaching
at
a
level,
but
I'm
wrong
for
that
And
I
ain't
bitching,
I'm
just
tryna
let
you
know
where
I'm
at
I'm
getting
old,
as
my
son
grows,
so
do
my
raps
I
feel
your
misery,
you
living
off
the
next
mans
life
He
just
as
bad,
cuz
he
dreams
you
can
strengthen
his
light
I
wanna
shout
out
all
the
two
time
fellas
holding
guns
for
weak
thugs
Risking
their
freedom,
for
short
money
and
weak
love
85
is
tryna
earn
respect
from
them
young
boys
Catching
temper
tantroms,
having
fits
like
young
boys
And
bitches
do
it
too,
get
deffensive
and
peranoid
See
everybody
wanna
have
some
power
to
exploit
Now
maybe
you
can
tell
me
whos
the
problem
at
this
point
Me
or
you
homes,
I
hope
you
following
this
joint
(Hook:
Tony
Sunshine)
I
need
a
Stress
free,
peaceful
holiday
Just
enough
for
me
to
see
another
day
To
let
the
stars
breathe
Easy
for
a
day,
I
feel
all
alone
while
the
crowd
keep
chillin
(2pac
Talking)
All
my
mother
fucking
niggaz
at?
my
niggaz
who
down
to
body
a
nigga
in
this
Motherfucker
All
my
riders,
all
my
killers,
all
my
motherfuckers,
holla
at
me
man,
let
me
Know
whatsup
niggaz
(2nd
Verse:
Armageddon)
Niggaz
tryna
please
the
crowd
when
they
creating
their
rhymes
I
just
be
thinking
out
loud,
y'all
ain't
gonna
pay
me
no
mind
Maybe
I'm
living
in
the
clouds,
or
just
ahead
of
my
time
I
got
books
of
all
the
shit
I
wrote
between
all
the
crimes
Looking
back,
tryna
trace
tracks
just
to
see
what
I
find
Nothing
but
evidence,
back
to
fact
the
world
is
mine
And
I
ain't
irrogant,
I'm
just
Intellectually
pompous
Cuz
I
can
super
seed
anything
you
accomplish
This
nigga
dry
snitching
like
he
looking
for
sympathy
Nobody
give
a
fuck
about
you
or
your
history
Do
you
nigga?
Make
some
shit
shop
a
deal
Cuz
that
hot
shit
you
talkin
could
get
you
popped
forreal
Take
my
advice,
I
sugested
like
a
cotton
a
meal
If
not,
fuck
it,
you
can
starve
and
keep
your
eyes
pealed
But,
don't
get
me
involved,
I
don't
owe
you
shit
The
same
goes
for
that
little
bitch
thats
all
on
my
dick
Your
all
just
a
bunch
of
misserable
fucks
Broke,
mad,
drunk,
high
and
gangsta'ed
up
It's
so
sad,
I
wish
that
I
could
cry
for
him
and
her
I'm
busy
mastering
this?
tryna
stay
up
And
their
ain't
no
looking
back,
I
got
my
crazy
mind
made
up
My
nigga
L
home
just
in
time
to
witness
me
bust
Niggaz
say
and
speak
the
truth,
getty
thats
whatsup
Go
in
the
booth,
produce
the
proof,
show
these
niggaz
how
to
really
give
up
(Hook)
(2pac
Talking)
All
my
real
ass
niggaz
at?
All
my
motherfucking
riders,
all
my
bitches
in
this
motherfucker
All
the
niggaz
wit
money,
the
niggaz
who
ain't
afraid
to
kill
a
nigga,
holla
At
a
nigga,
let
me
know
where
you
niggaz
at
nigga
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