Somebody told me once, love makes the world go round
Now kids they carry pistols out on the playground
Ain't that profound, we've gone to far
Praying to the light from a burned out star
Put your lights on, put down your crosses
It's time to tally up your wins and your losses
One for Scott La Rock
Two for Pac and Big
Three for all the mothers who's got graves to dig
For all the mothers who's got graves to dig
For all the mothers who's got graves to dig