Tricks

[TuPac]

[Verse 1: Dope]
They playing tricks with our minds, and they hit on our grind
They the ones killing people but they hit us from behind
And they blame it all on us, look at us with disgust
And they fuss about nothing, and they fuck up our something
Play the game, like nothing's gonna' change
When you got money, you can go buy all the fame
But if you riding on the niggas, then I think that you're lame
I don't trust niggas who switch up on niggas for a dame
Trust nobody, hurt nobody, listen
Sick of parties, sick of niggas dissing
We come from the hood where nobody should
Go higher than the bar, so we set out for the stars
Killing all the beats that I could receive
This how I process my pain, talking to my Eve
Was becoming unbecoming, she was acting like a hummingbird
Going back and forth, back and forth, hummingbird

[Hook: Dope] 8b
I, just, want to say
These people don't care 'bout what we say
Whenever they get vexed, then they spray
Bullets in my hood, we end up hurt anyway
I, just, want you to see
The truth behind these lies they spit
Cos when it comes down to the people or their pockets
They pick their pockets, I really hope they kick the bucket

[Verse 2: Jhaygramm]
Tricks tricks tricks tricks tricks
So many tricks I play on friends they got me feeling like Houdini
I'm sick sick sick sick sick
My mind is really lethal playing tricks since the beginning
I sit turn on my tv and see so many riggings fake
Manifestos that they be telling us
The government think that they can trick us like David Blaine
But who can complain
We all trying to help but we slowly sliding down the drain
I’m just contemplating 'cause the way that I feel I can’t explain it
I can’t explain it
The human mind is bound to trust
So when we’re tricked or played it feels like we going nuts
But we don’t admit at all
Then we breakdown and start getting all involved
Emotionally disturbed
I cannot just tell it all...am out

[Hook: Dope]
I, just, want to say
These people don't care 'bout what we say
Whenever they get vexed, then they spray
Bullets in my hood, we end up hurt anyway
I, just, want you to see
The truth behind these lies they spit
Cos when it comes down to the people or their pockets
They pick their pockets, I really hope they kick the bucket

[Outro]
All my life I've been plotting schemes
Thinking of how to win these tricks in politics
But this nigga is just about to cut the beat