Lacrim – 2Pac (English lyrics)


Intro :
Dj Belek handle the piano

Chorus :
I smoke hash, I never smoked crack
1 kilo, send me a mail on my Blackberry
Baby, we’re fucking up this rap game doggystyle
There was only one good guy, it was 2Pac
In prison, some meat with my plate of pasta
1kilo, send me a mail on my Blackeberry
Baby, we’re fucking up this rap game doggystyle
There was only one good guy, it was 2Pac
We want money
Some villas for my brothers
We want money
Why kill each other ?

1st verse :
In order for the heart not to get hit you have to wear a vest, I don’t want to cause any pain to my family
I remember a day in July, they told me “you’re getting out”, and then they apealed the decision
At night, I could hear the screams of the tomb, I could see myself in it, it was so clost
She told me “baby I dig you”, she opened her stomach and I saw that it was true
At night, I smoke and I look through the window, a lot of things that we won’t mention
My little daughter, I didn’t see her born, it’s at the prison’s visiting room that she told me “daddy”
I would spend all night out robbing, things weren’t easy, I would ride around on a bicycle I would sleep on the handle
Today I’ve got the baraka, all I have to do is raise my head and there’s money falling (mash’allah)
So far, everything is negotiable, the smoke from the hash makes me spin
Sometimes I’m kind, maybe a little too kind, I’m stretching my hand out but I don’t know who will saw it off
It’s weird though, sometimes I’m under the impression that, what happens on here, I already dreamed about it the other night
We’ll kill our own selves on an agression, a nice rainy day won’t put out hell

Chorus :
I smoke hash, I never smoked crack
1 kilo, send me a mail on my Blackberry
Baby, we’re fucking up this rap game doggystyle
There was only one good guy, it was 2Pac
In prison, some meat with my plate of pasta
1kilo, send me a mail on my Blackeberry
Baby, we’re fucking up this rap game doggystyle
There was only one good guy, it was 2Pac
We want money
Some villas for my brothers
We want money
Why kill each other ?

2nd verse :
My dad is worrying about me, and that man will always be in my heart
I don’t know why, I ran away from home, saw france and wen’t across the borders
With the older guys I went out to steal, at the end I would do stick ups all alone
I don’t go over at the rich folks to sleep, I go to the 9-4 with some saphir
Yeah, I’m from downstairs, I’m from the projects, we struggled in order to make a name for oursleves
We all want money, like Belek would say, work, become rich
The cops like giving us criminal records, all eyes on me everywhere, I don’t care
Like Denzel, we’re putting everything under the dog house, Lacrim isn’t like all those bitches

Chorus :
I smoke hash, I never smoked crack
1 kilo, send me a mail on my Blackberry
Baby, we’re fucking up this rap game doggystyle
There was only one good guy, it was 2Pac
In prison, some meat with my plate of pasta
1kilo, send me a mail on my Blackeberry
Baby, we’re fucking up this rap game doggystyle
There was only one good guy, it was 2Pac
We want money
Some villas for my brothers
We want money
Why kill each other ?

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