He sold out his fans just so he'd make more money. Now all he talks about is women, sex, head, and ass.
Guy 1: Candyshop...What a sellout?
Guy 2: Now he's a wanksta.
A great song with Tupac and Biggie made posthumously. Part of the Tupac Ressurection soundtrack. This and Ghetto Gospel are the best posthumous songs for Tupac.
I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead.
Why am I fighting to live if I'm just living to fight?
Why am I tryin to see when there ain't nothin in sight?
Why am I tryin to give when no one gives me a try?
Why am I dying to live if I'm just living to die?