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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [2pac]Never B Peace |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
[Verse 1: Tupac] Now of course I want peace on the streets But realistically ¹°·Ð ³ªµµ °Å¸®ÀÇ Æòȸ¦ ¿øÇÏÁö, ÇÏÁö¸¸ Çö½ÇÀûÀ¸·Î Painting perfect pictures ain't never work My misery was so deep ¿Ïº®ÇÑ Ç³°æÀ» »ó»óÇÏ´Â °Ç ³» ŸÀÔÀÌ ¾Æ³Ä, ³Ê¹« ±íÀº ºñÂüÇÔ Couldn't sleep through all my pressures ¾Ð¹Ú°¨ ¶§¹®¿¡ ÀáÀ» Àß ¼ö°¡ ¾ø¾î In my quest for cash I learned fast Using violent measures µ·À» ã¾Æ´Ù´Ï¸é¼ ºü¸£°Ô ¹è¿üÁö, Æø·ÂÀûÀÎ ¹æ¹ýÀ» ¾²¸é¼ Memories of adolescent years Their was unity »çÃá±âÀÇ ±â¾ïµé, ±×°÷¿£ ´ÜÇÕÀÌ ÀÖ¾úÁö But after puberty we brought war To our community ÇÏÁö¸¸ »çÃá±â°¡ ³¡³ª°í´Â µ¿³×¿¡ ÀüÀïÀ» ÀÏÀ¸Ä×¾î So many bodies dropping Its gotta stop I want to help ¼ö¸¹Àº ¸ö¶×¾Æ¸®°¡ ¾²·¯Á®, ¸ØÃç¾ßÇØ, ³ µ½°í ½Í¾î But still I'm stepping Keeping my weapon Must protect myself ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ³ ¿Ã¶ó¼, ¹«±â¸¦ °£Á÷ÇØ, ³» ÀÚ½ÅÀ» ÁöÄѾßÇϴϱî The promise of a better tomorrow ain't never reach me ´õ ³ªÀº ³»ÀÏÀÇ ¾à¼ÓÀº ³»°Ô´Â ¿ÀÁö ¾Ê¾Æ Plus my teachers were to petrified in class to teach me °Ô´Ù°¡ ³» ¼±»ýµéÀº ³Ê¹« Ʋ¿¡ ¹ÚÇô¼ ³¯ °¡¸£Ä¡Áö ¸øÇßÁö Sipping thunderbird And grape kool-aid Thunderbird¿Í Æ÷µµ¸À Kool-Aid¸¦ ¸¶¼Å Calling Earl since my stomach was empty It seduced me to fuck the world EarlÀ» ºÒ·¯, ¹î¼ÓÀÌ ºñ¾ú´õ´Ï ¼¼»óÀ» ¿³¸ÔÀÌ°í ½Í¾îÁ³¾î Watch my 'lil homies Lose there childhood to guns ³» Ä£±¸µéÀ» ÁöÄѺÁ, ¾î¸° ½ÃÀýÀ» ÃÑ¿¡ ÀÒÁö Nobody cries no more Cause we all die for fun ¾Æ¹«µµ ÀÌÁ¨ ¿ïÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ÀÌÁ¦ ¸ðµÎ Àç¹Ì·Î Á×À¸´Ï±î So why you ask me if I want peace If you cant grant it ±Ùµ¥ ¿Ö ³»°¡ Æòȸ¦ ¿øÇÏ³Ä°í ¹°¾î, ´Ï°¡ ÁÙ ¼ö ¾øÀÝ¾Æ Niggas fighting across the whole planet So we can never be peace ¿Â Ç༺¿¡¼ ÀϾ´Â ½Î¿ò, Æòȶõ ÀÖÀ» ¼ö ¾ø¾î [Chorus] Will there ever be peace? Æòȶõ °Ô ÀÖÀ»±î? Or all we all just headed for doom, ¾Æ´Ï¸é ¿ì¸° ¸ðµÎ ÆÄ¸êÀ» ÇâÇØ°¡´Â °É±î Still consumed by the beefs, ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ½Î¿ò¿¡ º´µé¾î°¡³× And I know there never be peace, (never) Àý´ë·Î ÆòȰ¡ ¾øÀ¸¸®¶õ °É ¾Ë¾Æ (Àý´ë) Thats why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets ±×·¡¼ °Å¸®¸¦ °ÉÀ» ¶© Ç×»ó ÃÑÀ» °¡Áö°í ÀÖÁö 'Coz there can never be peace ÆòÈ´Â ºÒ°¡´ÉÇϴϱî [Verse 2: Kastro] Somebody owes me Will they control me?, nah ´©±º°¡ ³»°Ô ºúÀ» Á³¾î, ±×µéÀÌ ³¯ Á¶Á¾ÇÒ±î? Àý´ë I ain't a hater playa But I want all you got ³ »ý°¢¾øÀÌ ¹Ì¿öÇϰí ÇÏÁø ¾Ê¾Æ, ÇÏÁö¸¸ ´Ï ÀüºÎ¸¦ ¿øÇØ Your babies have babies Now we fighting each other ´Ï ¾Æ±âµéÀÌ ¾Æ±â¸¦ ³º°í, ÀÌÁ¨ ¿ì¸® ¼·Î ½Î¿ö My dogs got rabies They biting each other ³» °³µéÀº ±¤°ßº´¿¡ °É¸®°í ¼·Î¸¦ ¹°¾î 'n' it ain't hard to find a friend like mine ³ª °°Àº Ä£±¸¸¦ ã´Â °Ç ¾î·ÆÁö ¾ÊÁö Big fully is a bully And he don't mind dying ÀÌ Ä£±¸´Â ¸øµÈ ¾Ç´ç, Á×´Â °Íµµ ½Å°æ ¾²Áö ¾ÊÁö And I gotta be bright Miss sign after sign ³ ¹à¾ÆÁ®¾ßÇØ, ¡Á¶¸¦ ³õÄ¡°í ¶Ç ³õÄ¡°í Time after time After time after time ¸Å¹ø, ¸Å¹ø, ¸Å¹ø And I don't like nobody They don't like me more ³ ¾Æ¹«µµ ÁÁ¾ÆÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ±×µéÀÌ ³¯ ´õ ½È¾îÇØ And I'm cool with that finally But they heard it before Dog ¹¹ ±¦Âú¾Æ µåµð¾î, ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×µéµµ ÀÌ·± ¸»À» Àü¿¡ µé¾îºÃÁö We living in a prison Losing our religion on em ¿ì¸° °¨¿Á¿¡ »ì°í ÀÖ¾î, ¹ÏÀ½À» Á¡Á¡ ÀҾ Thanks given when thankful just for living in hell °¨»çÇÏ¸ç »ì¶óÁö¸¸ Áö¿Á¿¡ »ç´Â °Í ¹Û¿¡ °¨»çÇÒ ÀÏÀÌ ¾øÁö Damn homey I don't mean to be harsh Á¨Àå Ä£±¸, µ¶ÇÏ°Ô ¸»ÇÏ·Á´Â °Ç ¾Æ´Ï¾ß But it's the devil in the ghetto trying to tear it apart ÇÏÁö¸¸ °ÔÅäÀÇ ¾Ç¸¶°¡ ´Ù Âõ¾î¹ö¸®·Á°í ÇÏ³× And if we make it up out We still stuck in the dark ¿ì¸®°¡ ÈÇØ¸¦ ÇØµµ ¾îÂ÷ÇÇ ¾îµÒ ¼Ó¿¡ ÃĹÚÇôÀÖÀ»ÅÙµ¥ Will there ever be peace? Just the peace in my heart Æòȶõ ÀÖÀ» ¼ö ÀÖÀ»±î? ³» ¸¶À½ ¼Ó¿¡¸¸ ÀÖÁö Never Àý´ë (kastro talking) The only peace we got ¿ì¸®°¡ °¡Áø ÆòÈ´Â Is the peace in our heart °¡½¿ ¼ÓÀÇ ÆòÈ »Ó Or the peace in our mind ȤÀº ¸¶À½ ¼ÓÀÇ ÆòÈ »Ó Right there in piece that we hold in our waste line ±×°÷¿£ ¿ì¸® ¾²·¹±âÀå(?)¿¡ ¹ö·ÁÁø Á¶°¢ »Ó Feel me dog? ¹«½¼ ¸»ÀÎÁö ¾Ë¾Æ? Cm'on À̸® ¿Í [Chorus] Will there ever be peace? Æòȶõ °Ô ÀÖÀ»±î? Or all we all just headed for doom, ¾Æ´Ï¸é ¿ì¸° ¸ðµÎ ÆÄ¸êÀ» ÇâÇØ°¡´Â °É±î Still consumed by the beefs, ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ½Î¿ò¿¡ º´µé¾î°¡³× And I know there never be peace, (never) Àý´ë·Î ÆòȰ¡ ¾øÀ¸¸®¶õ °É ¾Ë¾Æ (Àý´ë) Thats why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets ±×·¡¼ °Å¸®¸¦ °ÉÀ» ¶© Ç×»ó ÃÑÀ» °¡Áö°í ÀÖÁö 'Coz there can never be peace ÆòÈ´Â ºÒ°¡´ÉÇϴϱî [Verse 3: Napolean] Things are changing Nigga you better fantasize »óȲÀÌ ¹Ù²î°í ÀÖ¾î, °ø»óÀ» ÇÏ´Â°Ô ÁÁ¾Æ I'm only concerned about me and mine in these times ³ ¿äÁò ³ª¿Í ³» °Íµé¿¡¸¸ ½Å°æÀ» ½á The world is a ghetto where peace is not a part of it ¼¼»óÀº °ÔÅä, ÆòÈ´Â ±×°÷¿¡ ¾øÁö We all goin' need God if we plan to get out of this ¿©±â¼ ³ª°¥ ÀÛÁ¤À̶ó¸é ½ÅÀÌ ÇÊ¿äÇØ Niggas spending too much time hating on each other »ç¶÷µéÀº ¼·Î¸¦ ¹Ì¿öÇϴµ¥ ½Ã°£À» ³Ê¹« ¸¹ÀÌ ½á Niggas buyin' guns Load em up Aim at each other ÃÑÀ» ½Î¼ ÀåÀüÀ» ÇÏ°í ¼·Î¸¦ °Ü³ÉÇØ And the victim is you and me The secret is true indeed Èñ»ýÀÚ´Â ³Ê¿Í ³ª, ÀÌ ºñ¹ÐÀº Áø½ÇÀÌÁö The good die Mostly over bullshit Repeatedly ÁÁÀº ÀÌ´Â Á×¾î, ´ëºÎºÐ º° °Íµµ ¾Æ´Ñ ÀÏ¿¡, ¹Ýº¹ÀûÀ¸·Î Deep in me there's a part that wants nothing but love ³» ¼Ó ±íÀÌ, »ç¶û¸¸À» ¿øÇÏ´Â ºÎºÐÀÌ ¼û½¬¾î But the rest of me knows war is what's waiting for us ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³ª¸ÓÁö ºÎºÐÀº ÀüÀïÀÌ ¿ì¸± ±â´Ù¸®°í ÀÖ´Ù´Â °É ¾Ë¾Æ So I stays ready Keep my pay heavy and boss up ±×·¡¼ Ç×»ó Áغñ¸¦ ÇÏ°í µ·Àº Á¦´ë·Î ¹ú¾î Stack my funds and my guns Never rely on luck µ·°ú ÃÑÀ» ¸ð¾Æ, Àý´ë Çà¿î¿¡ ±â´ëÁö ¾Ê°í Asking God to point out the imposters ½Å¿¡°Ô °¡Â¥¸¦ ã¾Æ³»´Þ¶ó°í ÇÏÁö Never let no weapon formed against me prosper ³ª¿¡°Ô °Ü´²Áø ÃÑÀº Àý´ë Àß »ì¾Æ°¥ ¼ö ¾ø¾î Cause they'll never be peace So don't rely on it Soldiers die for À̰÷¿£ ÆòȰ¡ ÀÖÀ» ¼ö ¾øÀ¸´Ï, ±×°É ±â´ëÇÏÁö¸¶, ¿ë»çµéÀº Á×¾î And in the ghetto, they trying for it °ÔÅä¿¡¼± ±×°É À§ÇØ ³ë·ÂÇÏÁö¸¸ FUCK PEACE ÆòÈ´Â Áý¾îÃÄ [Chorus] X3 Will there ever be peace? Æòȶõ °Ô ÀÖÀ»±î? Or all we all just headed for doom, ¾Æ´Ï¸é ¿ì¸° ¸ðµÎ ÆÄ¸êÀ» ÇâÇØ°¡´Â °É±î Still consumed by the beefs, ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ½Î¿ò¿¡ º´µé¾î°¡³× And I know there never be peace, (never) Àý´ë·Î ÆòȰ¡ ¾øÀ¸¸®¶õ °É ¾Ë¾Æ (Àý´ë) Thats why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets ±×·¡¼ °Å¸®¸¦ °ÉÀ» ¶© Ç×»ó ÃÑÀ» °¡Áö°í ÀÖÁö 'Coz there can never be peace ÆòÈ´Â ºÒ°¡´ÉÇϴϱî [Tupac Talking] Shit, fuck peace Á¨Àå, ÆòÈ´Â ¿³¸Ô¾î On the strength till my niggas get a piece ³» Ä£±¸µéÀÌ ¸ðµÎ ÃÑÀ» °¡Áú ¶§±îÁö We cant have peace ÆòÈ´Â ¾ø¾î How the fuck we gonna live happy if we ain't got none? ´ëü ¹«±â°¡ ¾ø´Ù¸é ¾î¶»°Ô ÇູÇÏ°Ô »ì ¼ö ÀÖ°Ú¾î? You motherfuckers i's smiling, but I'm mean mugging ³Ê³× °³Àڽĵé, ³ ¹Ì¼Ò¸¦ ÁþÁö¸¸, ²Ï³ª ¸øµÈ ³ðÀÌÁö Why? Cause gotta be thugging ¿Ö? thug°¡ ÇÊ¿äÇϴϱî I've seen drugs done turned this motherfucking hood out ¸¶¾àÀÌ ÀÌ ºô¾î¸ÔÀ» µ¿³×¸¦ ¾î¶»°Ô ¹Ù²î¾î³õ³ª ÁöÄѺþî All us niggas acting up ¼¾ ôÇÏ´Â ³ðµé Wild ass motherfucking adolescents °ÅÄ£ ºô¾î¸ÔÀ» ¾î¸° ³ðµé These niggas ain't even got no childhoods no more À̳ðµé¿¡°Ô ¾î¸° ½ÃÀýÀ̶õ ´õ ÀÌ»ó ¾ø¾î How the fuck can you have a childhood and you have a funeral every motherfucking weekend ¸ÅÁÖ¸» Àå·Ê½ÄÀÌ ¿¸®´Â µ¥ ¾î¶»°Ô ¾î¸° ½ÃÀýÀÌ ÀÖÀ» ¼ö ÀÖ¾î And you motherfuckers talking about peace? ³Ê³× °³ÀÚ½Äµé Æòȸ¦ ¾ê±âÇØ? Nigga, it ain't no motherfucking peace À̺Á, ÆòÈ´Â ¾ø¾î You ain't seen the news motherfucker? ´º½º ¸ø ºÃ³Ä °³ÀڽľÆ? You ain't heard? ¸ø µé¾ú¾î? Little babies getting smoked ¾î¸° ¾Æ±âµéµµ ÃÑ¿¡ ¸ÂÁö Motherfuckers killing there whole family °³ÀڽĵéÀÌ °¡Á·À» Åë°·Î Á׿© 'Lil kids getting thrown off buildings ¾î¸° ¾ÆÀ̵éÀº Áý¿¡¼ ÂѰܳª°í Motherfuckers gettin abused Çдë´çÇÏ´Â À̵é Peace? Niggas you out your motherfucking mind? ÆòÈ? À̺Á ³Ê ¹ÌÄ£°Å¾ß? Fuck peace ÆòÈ´Â ¿³¸Ô¾î We can't never have peace, till you motherfuckers clean up this mess you made ÆòÈ´Â ºÒ°¡´ÉÇØ, ´Ï³× °³ÀڽĵéÀÌ ¹ú·Á³õÀº ³ÀåÆÇÀ» û¼ÒÇϱâ Àü±îÁö 'Till u fucking clean up the dirt u dropped ´Ï°¡ ´õ·´Çô³õÀº °É ´Û±â Àü±îÁö 'Till we get a piece ¹«±â¸¦ °¡Áö±â Àü±îÁö Fuck peace ÆòÈ´Â ¿³¸Ô¾î Westside ¼ºÎ |
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