I Can't Turn Back - 2Pac, Spice 1

It seems I can’t turn back

I’m walkin round strapped can’t sleep, My enemies want me gat

Call my mama and they scream drama

Could it be they don’t know that they fuckin wit a G?

I’m goin to sleep but wit my eyes open

I’m gettin high and I pray that when I go, I can die smokin

Go to the funeral, My homie’s dead, He passed away

Got caught up in the wrong place, Got blasted hey

It’s just anotha part of bein black

It ain’t no thang, But if you slang, You betta watch yo back

Cause these motherfuckers love to see you gone

You gotta stay strong, Young brotha, Cause it’s on And i’ll be slangin these thangs till the break of dawn

Gotta make my ends, Then it’s time to take it home

Got some hoochies on my pager

It’s major, Let me play her like a game of fuckin sega

It’s time to wake up, 2 in the mornin

You gotta leave, Gots to sleep by myself, Cause i’m a G It’s time to say goodbye, I gots to get my strap

I was raised in the gutter now I can’t turn back

It seems I can’t turn back

They want me to change

But yo, I can’t turn back

I can’t turn back

They want me to change

But now, I can’t turn back

I got 30 homies, 30 mackin, Jealous cause i’m stackin

I stay tackin, Keep packin, Heat in case these niggaz get to actin

Too sheisty, Shorty y’all get foggy and wanna leak

Or get restless tryin to test this, Get they ass put to sleep

I’m playin for keeps, And if a life ain’t no turnin back

I’ma keep hustlin as long as dope fiends keep burnin crack

No love for these bitches cause when you down and out, They backs turn

Now dig em and ditch em be about my riches, Sip my liquor, And let my sack burn

Can’t let these funky cock hoes destroy me Only quality time I spend in these only blocks that employ me These punk-ass cops annoy me, Playa hatin on my cash got

Me bailin through them cuts throwin my sack and strappin the stash box

Tryin to crash my spot, Tryin to stop a nigga from earnin snaps

To hustle’s all I know so it ain’t really no turnin back

I can’t turn back

They sayin i’m crazy

I can’t turn back

They want me to quit

I can’t turn back

They want me to stop

But yo, I can’t turn back

Comin up off a clip, So nigga don’t trip, It’s the S-P-I

When I step onto ya shit, Nigga, Ya quick to die

So take this slug to ya chest cause then i’m turnin back

Reason the ghetto smoke a motherfucker slangin crack

I put my finger on trigger and he was rolled up He was the key to me gettin my spizzot sowed up So now i’m runnin like a motherfuckin fugitive

And all I carry is memories of how I used to live

Everytime I wake up, I hit the floor and thank the lord

I don’t know what i’m livin for, I’m runnin out the back door

Ain’t nothin nice in my life, I ask my nigga Spice

Don’t wanna die, Am I livin right?

I hit the corner smokin weed and drinkin hennessey

Will I be sober enough to see my enemies?

And if I do, Will I empty my clip?

Or will I trip, Cause I ain’t givin up shit

I can’t turn back

Can’t turn back

They want me to quit

But yo, I can’t turn back

They sayin i’m crazy

I can’t turn back

They want me to quit

But yo, I can’t turn back

I can’t turn back

They want me to quit

But yo, I can’t turn back

I’m still thuggin

I can’t turn back

They want me to quit

But yo, I can’t turn back