Who Do You Believe In Adina Howard (Ft. 2Pac)
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[Intro]
This goes out to the whole world
It's time to get on one accord
Sup Soul?
(Who do you believe in)
God moves all your obstacles (Oh yeah)
Super Slick, Mount Man
Outlawz, Adina Howard
2Pac (This is how we do)
Who do you believe in?
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I see mothers in black, cryin', brothers in packs dyin'
Plus everybody's high, too doped up to ask why
Watchin' our own downfall, witness the end
It's like we don't believe in God ‘cause we livin' in sin
I asked my homie on the block why he strapped
He laughed, pointed his pistol as the cop car passed, and blast
It's just anothеr murder, nobody mourns no more
My tear drops gеttin' bigger
But can't figure what I'm cryin' for
Is it the miniature caskets, little babies?
Victims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy?
Maybe it's just the drugs, visions of how the block was
Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us
Perhaps the underlyin' fact, stay high, explain genocide
It's when we ride on our own kind
What is it we all fear? Reflections in the mirror
We can't escape fate, the end is gettin' nearer
This goes out to the whole world
It's time to get on one accord
Sup Soul?
(Who do you believe in)
God moves all your obstacles (Oh yeah)
Super Slick, Mount Man
Outlawz, Adina Howard
2Pac (This is how we do)
Who do you believe in?
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I see mothers in black, cryin', brothers in packs dyin'
Plus everybody's high, too doped up to ask why
Watchin' our own downfall, witness the end
It's like we don't believe in God ‘cause we livin' in sin
I asked my homie on the block why he strapped
He laughed, pointed his pistol as the cop car passed, and blast
It's just anothеr murder, nobody mourns no more
My tear drops gеttin' bigger
But can't figure what I'm cryin' for
Is it the miniature caskets, little babies?
Victims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy?
Maybe it's just the drugs, visions of how the block was
Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us
Perhaps the underlyin' fact, stay high, explain genocide
It's when we ride on our own kind
What is it we all fear? Reflections in the mirror
We can't escape fate, the end is gettin' nearer
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