bir 2pac sarkisi turkcesi: "acaba cennettede varo$lar var mi"
bu $arkida tupac, "acaba tanri bizi cennettede mi ezecek" diyor ve eklyor, was it my fault papa didn't plan it out vede

"word to god cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet
first we couldn't afford shit now everything's free
so we loot, please don't shoot when you see" vs

lyrics i de yazayim da tam olsun

i was raised, the little young nigga doin bad shit
talk much shit cause i never had shit
i could remember being whupped in class
and if i didn't pass mama whupped my ass
was it my fault papa didn't plan it out
broke out left me to be the man of the house
i couldn't take it, had to make a profit
down the block, got a glock, and i clock grip
makin g's was my mission
movin enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and
why must i sock a fella, just to live large like rockefeller
first you didn't give a fuck, but you're learnin now
if you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down
god damn it's a motherfuckin riot
black people only hate police so don't try it
if you're not from the town then don't pass through
cause some o.g. fools might blast you
it ain't right but it's long overdue
we can't have peace til the niggaz get a piece too
i want g's so you label me a criminal
and if i die, i wonder if heaven got a ghetto

chorus

verse two: 2pac

here on earth, tell me what's a black life worth
a bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts
and even when you take the shit
move counties get a lawyer you can shake the shit
ask rodney, latasha, and many more
it's been goin on for years, there's plenty more
when they ask me, when will the violence cease?
when your troops stop shootin niggaz down in the street
niggaz had enough time to make a difference
bear witness, own our own business
word to god cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet
first we couldn't afford shit now everything's free
so we loot, please don't shoot when you see
i'm takin from the, cause for years they would take it from me
now the tables have turned around
you didn't listen, until the niggaz burne dit down
and now bush can't stop the hit
predicted the shit, in 2pacalypse
and for once i was down with niggaz, felt good
in the hood bein around the niggaz, yeah
and for the first time everybody let go
and the streets is death row, i wonder if heaven got a ghetto

chorus

verse three: 2pac

i see no changes, all i see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
we under i wonder what it take to make this
one better place, let's erase the wait state
take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
cause both black and white are smokin crack tonight
and only time we deal is when we kill each other
it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
and though it seems heaven-sent
we ain't ready, to have a black president, huh
it ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
i wake up in the morning and i ask myself
is life worth living should i blast myself
i'm tired of being poor and even worse i'm black
my stomach hurts so i'm lookin for a purse to snatch
cops give a damn about a ne-gro
pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero
mo' nigga mo' nigga mo' niggaz
i'd rather be dead than a po' nigga
let the lord judge the criminals
if i die, i wonder if heaven got a ghetto

chorus
just think, if niggaz decide to retaliate
(soldier in the house)
i wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4x to fade)

(soulforge - 21 Ekim 2003 01:56)

hip hop version olarak geçen versionu daha bi guzel, daha bi tadından yenmez, daha bi insanı alıp başka taraflara götüren şarkıdır. zaten bu aldumde^*bütün şarkıların değişik bir havası var; sanki gerçekten bu dunyada yazılmamış gibi.

(hot sauce - 3 Mart 2005 16:19)