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letra de tryna be strong - dj miqu

[intro: 2pac]
tryna be strong (2x)

[verse 1: eminem]
i spit it slow so these kids know that i’m talkin’ to ’em
give it back to these d-mn critics and sock it to em
i’m like a thug, with a little bit of pac influence
i spew it, and look how i got you b-tches rockin’ to it
you motherf-ckers could never do it like i could do it
don’t even try it, you’ll look stupid, do not pursue it
don’t ever in your life, try to knock the truest
i spit the illest sh-t, ever been dropped to two inch
so ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock
listen to the sound of kim as she l!cks on a c-ck
listen to the sound of me spillin’ my heart through this pen
motherf-ckers know that i’ll never be marshall again
full of controversy until i retire my jersey
’til the fire inside dies and expires at thirty, and
lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me
and put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity, i’m a…

[hook: 2pac] (2x)
tryna be strong,trapped in the storm
constantly armed,and f-ck the world til i’m gone
b-tches be warned
tryna be strong,keepin it real
n-ggas is false,even if i do conceal my criminal thoughts

[verse 2: 50 cent]
now these p-ssy n-ggas putting money on my head
go on and get your refund motherf-cker, i ain’t dead
i’m the diamond in the dirt, that ain’t been found
i’m the underground king and i ain’t been crowned
when i rhyme, something special happen every time
i’m the greatest, something like ali in his prime
i walk the block with the bundles
i’ve been knocked on the humble
swing the ox when i rumble
show your -ss what my gun do
got a temper n-gga, go ‘head, lose your head
turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
i walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
till i bust a clip in your face, p-ssy, this beef ain’t over
death gotta be easy, cause life is hard
it’ll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
this if for my n-ggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars
for the n-ggas on lock, doing life behind bars

[hook: 2pac] (2x)

[bridge: 2pac speaks]

[verse 3: nas]
i woke up early on my born day; i’m 20, it’s a blessing
the essence of adolescence leaves my body, now i’m fresh and
my physical frame is celebrated cause i made it
one quarter through life some godly-like thing created
got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
load up the mic and bust one, cuss while i pus from
my skull cause it’s pain in my brain vein, money maintain
don’t go against the grain, simple and plain
when i was young, at this i used to do my thing hard
robbin foreigners, take their wallets, their jewels, and rip their green cards
dipped to the projects flashing my quick cash and
got my first piece of -ss smokin blunts with hash
now it’s all about cash in abundance
n-ggas i used to run with is rich or doing years in the hundreds
i switched my motto; instead of saying “f-ck tomorrow”
that buck that bought a bottle could’ve struck the lotto

[hook: 2pac] (2x)

- dj miqu

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