Lyrics:

(Tupac) Staring at the world through my rearview
Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean?
Starin... Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops
Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop
I wonder when the world stopped caring last night
Two kids shot while the whole block staring
I will never understand this society
First they try to murder me
Then they lie to me
Product of a dying breed
All my homies trying weed
Now the little baby's crazed, raised off Hennesey
Tell me will my enemies flee when they see me
Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it easy
Listen through the intermissions search your heart for a plan
And we turnin' bad boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga rollin' with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers
To the end my friend
I'm seein' nuttin' but my dreams comin' true
While I'm starin' at the world through my rearview (see)

(Repite 2X)

(They got me) starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die (we)
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly, and all my motherfuckers

(Repite 2X)

(E.D.I.)
Now you see him, now you don't
Some niggaz be here for the moment, and then they gone,
What happened to em? Well let's see
It seems to be a mystery
But all I know I never let the money get to me
Stay down like the truest Thug Life until I check out this bitch
I thought you knew this
Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to
While you thinkin' I see you lost up in my rearview

Half you is down with them outlawz Outcast, left far
I'm through like southpaws
But still we keep mashin' 'til our dreams come through
Starin' at the world through my rearview

(Tupac)
Now I was raised as a young black male
In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales
Caught a nigga, so they send me to these overpacked jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black Hell, do you feel me?
Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection
Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin
Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons
Heavenly Father I'm a soldier
I'm gettin hotter 'cause the world's gettin colder
Baby, let me hold ya
Talk to my guns like they fly bitches
All you bustas best to run look at my bitches
Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true
Still starin' at the world through my rearview (I say)

(Repite 2X)
(They got me) starin at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
And all my motherfuckers/nigga can die (Repite 2X)

(Khadafi)
Back in the days, we hustled for sneakers and beepers
Nine-six for glocks 'cause fiends hittin' up blocks with street sweepers
Bless myself when knowin' rules to these streets, somethin' I learned in school
On some Million Man March shit for the piece/peace
True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed, bleed like humans, towns run by young guns
Outlawz and truants, shit's deep
Turn eighteen, ?roll my well and lockup?
Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin' my dough
So while you reminiscin' all nights out with the crew
Smoke a blunt for me, too, I'm starin' through your rearview

(Tupac)
Hahahaha, you ain't knowin' what we mean by starin' through the rearview
So since you ain't knowin' what we mean, let me break down understandin'

The world, the world is behind us
Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game and what the levels and the rules of the game is
Then the world ain't no trick no more
The world is a game to be played
So now we lookin' at the world, from like, behind us
Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it
It's all about the papers, money rule the world
Bitches make the world go 'round
Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't

Starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly, ya know/and we'll be

(Repite 4X with vocal fade)