Tales to Astonish lyrics

[Intro]
Rapper Tupac Shakur appeared in municipal court this morning after his attorney entered a plea of not guilty to two counts of aggravated assault in connection to the shooting of two off duty police officers last month. Shakur looked on as one witness told the court he saw a profile of a man who looked like Shakur fire a shot from a Mercedes at Clayton County police officer Mark Whitwell

[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
The  mini MAC milli blast like chimney ash
Up  in your ass, break glass for the crispiest cash
And them dollars make sense
It's the reason why brazen bank robbers spray TECs
The  reason why a good guy turn evil
Turn  his back on his fam and backstab his own people
b*tch'll sell a baby for a bag of dope
But  who sells babies? Only animals without a soul
These streets will trade a band for some solid gold
These savages will decapitate you for a pot of gold
And if you a rapper, forget about it
Get  your f*ckin' chain snatched same day you got it
Call Kimmy K in Paris
If Kanye knew the truth, it would devastate they marriage
Made up a story to elevate they status
But you can't buy love 'cause it's the only thing that matters
Listen!

[Verse 2: Blacastan]
Drive-by lift your whole street like a drawbridge
Aim high, shells fly, rippin' your cartilage
Uhh! Treat bullets like money, spent cartridges
Fly birds out the coupe like partridges
Squeeze triggers and smoke triggers my allergies
These n*ggas I pop and let 'em bleed out gradually
I lift you, defyin' all forces of gravity
The Undertaker handlin' these corpses savagely
I should have been a mortician
The way I put dead bodies in position after takin 'em out of commission
Reverse sentences for n*ggas that's rottin' in prison
In all honesty a n*gga never got a religion
Just chopped blocks, made 'em disappear like magicians
School of hard knocks, full admission, no tuition
Head-on collision with a n*gga that's on a mission
Pose for the cameras, my jewels is b*tchin'
[Interlude: Blacastan]
f*ck is wrong with these n*ggas, man?
Yo, you seen me man
The f*ck is up with these n*ggas, man?

[Verse 3: Spit Gemz]
Yo! Check it
Canino Italiano, light the beam and leave you pyro
Wipe your ego off the Eagle and make a speech on survival
Quarter pound of green leaves, intravenous, that ain't hydro
That's a fountain of youth, I got a mountain of proof
For instance, in comparison, I'm like a mountain to you
My arms King Kong, when I swing 'em it's bombfest
You? You got your pops' cowardice and your moms' breasts
Who could block the shot? When I pull it, it's all net
Sports full of suckers, motherf*ckers, it's all sex
Shared my deepest jewels and though the crowd didn't boo
What they'd rather hear is me sendin' rounds at you
You so fancy, you rockin' purses, you know it's weird
I'm so manly if I slapped you you would grow a beard
Grow a pair, go home and send your ho for beers
Have a seat but be careful, I nutted on that sofa there
Yeah, clearly I'm still a piece of sh*t with it
Still will beat that ass in the middle of the streets
Who we kiddin'? I train mainly to be better at killin'
I'm live and no dead cells enter the system
My wisdom spotlight darkness when I be spittin'
You know what I mean? Scalata!
[Outro]
To me, it's like everybody's scared of the government, you what I'm saying, 'cause they killed Tupac and they killed Biggie Smalls. I don't care what y'all say, that's my seeing