作词 : Tupac Shakur/Tyrone Wrice/Malcolm Greenridge/Yafeu Fula/Phil Collins

作曲 : Tupac Amaru Shakur

Starin' at the world through my rearview

Just lookin' back at the world

From another level, you know what I mean? Starin'

Multiple gunshots clear the block, the fun stops

Snitches is callin' cops, people shot, nobody stops

I wonder when the world stopped carin'

Last night two kids shot while the whole block starin'

I will never understand this society

First they try to murder me, then they lie to me

Product of a dyin' breed; all my homies tryin' weed

Now the little babies crazed, raised off Hennessy

Tell me, will my enemies flee when they see me?

Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it easy

Listen, through 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 niggas 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' nothin' but my dreams comin' true

While I'm starin' at the world through my rearview

See, I'm seein' nothin' but my dreams comin' true

While I'm starin' at the world through my rearview

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 mother****ers

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 mother****ers

Now you see him, now you don't

Some niggas 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

Hear you is down with them Outlawz

Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws

But still we keep mashin' until our dreams come through

Starin' at the world through my rearview

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 12 gauge pump for protection

Niggas hate me in the section, from years of chin-checkin'

Turn to Smith & 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 said, now I know the answer, “Do dreams come true?”

Starin' at the world through my rearview

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 mother****ers

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

Nigga, Kadafi say!

Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers

'9-6 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 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, burn my will when I go

Burnt my body with my shotty, or choosin' my dough

So while you reminiscin' all nights out with the crew

Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin' through your rearview

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 it better understandin' the world…The world is behind us

Once a mother****er get an understandin' 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, high watch, behind us

Niggas 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 niggas do what they wanna do, bitch niggas do what they can

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 mother****ers

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