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(Reporter)
Good Evening (sirens in the background) I'm reporting live from Sunset Boulevard Where many excited fans have gathered with candles (crowd starts chanting "Tupac") Awaiting the much anticipated release, of Tupac Shakur's latest album, Better Dayz This is yet another post-humorous release by Tupac Which, raises the question Where are these songs coming from? It's interesting how, the message in these songs Is still relevant today Even in his death, he's touching people with his lyrics I can feel the energy in the air, as they count down to midnight When the album will officially be released Oh, hold on, I, think they're starting to countdown now (Crowd) 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 ... |
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| 2:51 |
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Artist: 2pac ft. Trick Daddy
Song: Still Ballin' (Tupac) Straight muthafuckin' ballin' Part two Still ballin' Westside... (Verso 1: Tupac) Now ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary Still Ballin' Ridin' on these niggaz cause the lame In a 6-1 Chevy still heavy in this game Can you feel me? Blame it on my mama I'm a thug nigga Up before the sunrise quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on Nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch made niggaz hit em' up WESTSIDE.... Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz I love my female strapped Love fuckin' from the back I get my currency in stacks California's where I'm at RIDEN... Pass by While niggaz wonder why I got shot but didn't die Let em' see who's next to try Did I cry, hell nah... Nigga not a tear shed For all my homies in the pen many peers dead Nigga Still Ballin' (Chorus: Tupac & Trick Daddy) (Still ballin') Until the day I die (Until I die) You can bring your crew (You can bring your crew) But we remain true (Yeah) Muthafuckers still ballin' (I be ballin') Niggaz wonder why (They wonder why) You can bring your crew But we remain true Muthafuckers still ballin' (Verso 2: Trick Daddy) Now if you kneel and pray And hope the lord understand When he's gone the father become a dangerous man Ain't crazy or deranged I'm sad (I'm sad) But when these kids go to spray him Boy I don't be playin' With clienteles And rhyme sell's Question is will you fuckin' niggaz ride for real Huh? Bitch nigga this is g rated Plus your homeboy won't make your street game foogazy I'm elevated to the top of this shit Done fucked around and put me and Tupac on this bitch And you can tell em thug life was the reason for this And I'll ride for any nigga who believe in this shit Still ballin' (Chorus: Tupac) Still Ballin' Until the day I die You can bring your crew But we remain true Muthafuckers still ballin' Niggaz wonder why You can bring your crew But we remain true Muthafuckers still ballin' (Verso 3: Tupac) Now everybody wanna see us dead Two murdered on the front page shot to death bullet's to the head Niggaz holla out my name And it's similar to rain Muthafuckers know I'm comin' so they runnin to they graves WATCH Swoop down with my nigga from the pound Cause trick don't give a fuck when you coward niggaz now Blast Keep pumpin' ain't worried bout nuttin' Bustas thought we was frontin' So we load and keep dumpin' Still Ballin' (Chorus Repiteed till the end) (Trick Daddy) Thug Life (Tupac) Still ballin' Muthafuckers still ballin' Straight muthafuckin' ballin' |
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Fugees! Fugees and Mobb Deep tryin to diss now too huh?
Hahaha! Well I ain't prejudiced, I don't give a fuck This is what it sounds like - when we ride on our enemies Biatch! When we ride on our enemies (Verse One) Hey! Got some static for some niggaz on the other side of town Let my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now What they want from us motherfuckin thug niggaz? Used to love niggaz now I plug niggaz, and slug niggaz Am I wrong? Niggaz makin songs, tryin to get with us Must be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust To the chest I bust! Then we ride 'til the sun come shinin back to brighten up the sky, many die Heard the Fugees was tryin to do me - look bitch! I cut yo' face, this ain't no motherfuckin movie Then! We watch the other two die slow Castrated entertainin at my motherfuckin sideshow Bam! Set my plan in mo', time to exterminate my foes I can't stand you hoes, uhh Now label this my fuckin trick shot My lyrics runnin all you cowards out of hip-hop When we ride - on our enemies When we ride on our enemies I bet you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies When we ride on our enemies Bet all you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies (Verse Two) Come take a journey through my mind's eye You crossed the game, don't explain, nigga time to die, say goodbye Watch my eyes when I pull the trigger So right before you die you bow before a bigga nigga, now dry yo' eyes You was heartless on yo' hits Niggaz love to scream peace after they start some shit - pay attention Here's a word to those that robbed me I murder you then I, run a train on Mobb Deep! Don't fuck with me Nigga you're barely livin, don't you got sickle cell? See me have a seizure on stage, you ain't feelin well, hell How many niggaz wanna be involved? See I was only talkin to Biggie, but I'll kill allay'all, then ball Then tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed Fuck around and get tossed up, by the fuckin Outlawz Before I leave, make sure everybody heard Know I meant, every motherfuckin word When we ride on our enemies When we ride on our enemies Make sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies When we ride on our enemies, hehe I make sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies |
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(2Pac Talking)
Shit, I'm a changed man Hey turn the lights up Still ballin', 2Pac up in this bitch You know how we swing this shit Look: (Verse 1: 2pac) By age 16 I sold to dope fiends Not a drug dealer but I watched them closely Until they noticed me I got the feds wondering who broke the law Fuck too inhibited for gun smoke I broke his jaw Words harder than a fucking diamond Mobile phone call to Simon, niggas trippin' homie, when we riding? Fuck 'em slowly like Jodeci I'd stick a needle in my eye If I don't live and die for M.O.B And fuck your homeboys nigga we can drop the guns I hit your block and we can box for fun Nigga one on one Last to fall is a baller cat It's Death Row why the fuck u think we call it that? So if u knew me in my past life Don't act like we homeboys Ain't no love in the fast life I switch gears on them jealous bitches Who do you fear? The game plan of a changed man So what I'm saying is .. (Chorus) I changed gears but I'm still the same old ridah (Fucking with a changed man) I slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it up (Nigga you fucking with a changed man) All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up (Fucking with a changed man) Changed man, you dealing with a changed man (Hey, eh, eh, hey, eh) (Verse 2) In drop top Glock cocked Got rocks in ma socks Cops spot Watt niggas But hard to stop niggas Not if the gat niggas Doughboys and hot niggas Who might have shot niggas But only by strolling Out for respect Now days they expect me to be in a Ferrari or the old Lexus But anything you see flashin past and can't tell That's me Gauge on the Escalade back seat Don't creep But what u think T.I. be in them suites? But don't sleep Get u hit from your head to feet Hey u don't know me I'm fittin' to introduce you to the old me You walk in, explode it and leave reload You don't like a record nigga - buck you, blow But you will respect me Or get it in your neck piece chief No grief nigga still gonna let me be Or get your insides exposed to the streets, nigga (Chorus) I changed plans but I'm still the same old ridah (Your fucking with a changed man) Slanging new dope to the world but the people still buy it up (Nigga you fucking with a changed man) All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up (Fucking with a changed man) Changed man, you dealing with a changed man (Verse 3: 2Pac) A niggas so cold when I flow Bow down to death row Three wheel motion Coming through coasting Who's that nigga in the g-ride Screaming out m.o.b Nigga we ride I hit the charts like a stick up kid Number one in the nation I fucked the world The judge gave me probation Faced with incarceration Move tapes like it's big weights Slanging to the whole nation Give me mine or I'm blastin'; On every song Murder my enemies I'm mashing until I'm gone One love to my thug niggas And fuck a bitch cause a truce is to love niggas Throw your hands in the air close your eyes and hope You ever come against a mass of smoke On Death Row My adversaries bleed But fuck em all 'till the talk cease Fucking with a changed man (Chorus) I changed plans but I'm still the same old ridah (You fucking with a changed man) Slanging new dope to the world but the people still buy it up (Nigga you fucking with a changed man) All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up (Fucking with a changed man) Changed man, you dealing with a changed man (2Pac Talking) (over chorus) haha, everybody think they understand a nigga shit u niggas don't know me ya'll know that nigga on the rap songs ya'll know that nigga in the movies you don't know this nigga in 3d the real live right up against u in front of your face....(shit) westside outlaw immortals (hahaha) nigga you fucking with a changed man (hahaha) you fucking with a changed man (hahaha) I ain't the same, you fucking with a changed man we ain't the same, you fucking with a changed man we ain't the same, fucking with a changed man changed man ... |
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| 4:59 |
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(Featuring Marvelouz, Storm)
(Tupac) Now of course I want peace on the streets but realisticly painting perfect pictures ain't never work my misery was so deep couldn't sleep through all my preasures my quest for cash I learned fast using violent measures memorys of adolescent years their was unity but after puperty we brought war to our community so many bodies dropping its got to stop I want to help but still I'm stepping keeping my weapon must protect myself promise of a better tomorrow ain't never reach me plus my teachers were to petrfied in class to teach me sipping thunderbird and grape kool-aid calling Earl since my stomach was empty it seduced me to fuck the world watch my lil homiez lose there childhood to guns nobody cries no more cause we all die for fun so why you ask me if I want peace if you can't grant it niggas fighting across the whole planet so we can never be peace (Chorus) Will never be peace or all we all just headed for doom still consumed by the beefs and i'll know there never be peace thats why I keep my pistol when i walk the streets cause there never be peace (Marvelouz) No time to rest they stressed out I can't remember the days my homie was here now a days we live in fear the stuggle is still here so now who's grabbing there strap who's getting bucked wild representing the generation of killers when I was a child had many dreams reality kept me and my homiez stressing tyring to raise my baby girl to be the strongest know when I'm doing wrongest I never had a bright day just drunkless smoking blunts getting faded wishing my partna made it if it was peace or ???????? I know there will never be all my tears were shed when I lost my homie number three it's getting harder to see impossibilty should we just face it can't get through the pain but still I can't erase it so many trials and tribulations things we facing wicked days can't see no brighter days it's time to chase it cross dreams cause the scene is when you never get by thats why I got to stay high you'll never know when you'll die my heart will never leave the ghetto I know to rise only in peace thats why I say there ain't never going to be no peace (Chorus) Will never be peace or all we all just headed for doom still consumed by the beefs and i'll know there never be peace thats why I keep my pistol when i walk the streets cause there never be peace (Storm) Living life lonely but I can't even cry cause visions of diseption all around me got my eyes full of despise who can I trust why even try they say the world is mine but I know that's a lie living to die set up from birth steady dreaming wishing for better days but all I see is demons close my eyes reminisence of my childhood all I felt was pain from my arrival no memories of nothing nice nothing but blinded reminders of my future life I'm freaking out I'm getting closer to that other level will I be strong with game or just the heartless devil I hope I'm able to find peace in me cause theres a storm sixty four inches deep in me and I try to do the right thing but it's the wrong thing that seems to bring me right back to this dirty game there never be peace fuck peace (Chorus)x3 Will never be peace or all we all just headed for doom still consumed by the beefs and i'll know there never be peace thats why I keep my pistol when i walk the streets cause there never be peace (Tupac) shit fuck peace, on the strength to my niggas get a peace, we can't have peace, how the fuck we gonna live happy when we ain't got none, tear drops and closed caskets, these mothafuckas are smiling but don't mean much, why cause I got to be a thug, see drugs gonna turn this mothafuckn head out, all us niggas acting up, wild ass mothafuckn adolescent, these niggas ain't got a childhood no more, how the fuck can you have a childhood when your at the funeral every fuckn weekend, you mothafuckas are talking about peace, niggas it ain't no mothafuckn peace, you ain't seen the news mothafucka, you ain't heard, little babies getting smoked, mothafuckas killing their whole family, little kids getting thrown off buildings, mothafuckas getting a |
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Young mothers
That's right I feel ya (hey) I know how it is (MAMA's JUST A LIL' GIRL) Don't nobody understand I feel ya (Verse 1: Tupac) She was born a heavy set girl with pig tails and curls A heart full of gold , still it won't change the world Though she could never understand why Some underhanded plans, witnessed a man die Was only 15, should have been a beauty queen Still see here crying by the caskets when here parents got killed Little girl don't cry , coz even though they died You can best believe they watching over thee from the sky Never asked for this misery but look at what you getting It's a blessing in disguise, when you find out your pregnant No money, no home, and even though you all alone You got to do this on your own , so baby go on I wish you luck and if you need me, call Just come to me and let me feed you all I can understand the way it feels when you fighting the world Facing all this drama when mama's just A little girl (Chorus) Mama don't know why Mama's just a little girl Given that she is or not Time ain't on her side Mama's just a little girl (Mama's just a little girl) She gotta hold her head up high (Verse 2: Tupac) At 16 what a beautiful thing The very essence of a jet black ebony queen And who could tell she would get pregnant at an early age She didn't listen, had sex watch her belly raise (hey) Got violated by someone she dated If this is fate I hate to see the seed she created So we wait, though it takes time to build the body and the mind She reclines 9 months then finally its time What do we find? A little groaning boy of mine with a tortured soul Addicted to a life of crime had no time for the growing stage He learned his values on the streets at an early age Watch for police don't come home (why) Coz mammas acting crazy at the hospital about to have another baby Like the rose from concrete groaning within Blessed with twins how the hell can mamma raise 3 men So we began close as family such insanity A happy home for one act inhumanity Plus mamas said the seed was corrupted Used the rub her belly begging us to breathe if she love us Now mama sits quiet sipping peppermint schnapps Turned the house into a spot and made her watch for cops (hey) How could mama bring a thug like me into this world? She ain't the cause of all the drama cause mommas just a little girl (Chorus) Mama Don't know why Mama's just a little girl Liven if she is or not Time ain't on her side Cause ama's just a little girl (Mama's just a little girl) She gotta hold her head up high (How could she raise us) (Verse 3: Tupac) Now would she remain in the same spot? The gunshots rang, they came from the cane spot Now look here I see her clutching her son in her arms she hurt Her heart bleeding as she watched her seed die in the dirt Fulfil prophecy but who could stop the grief? I walk around trying to hold the world up on top of me Probably be an innocent man but still I'm the victim of a curse What could be worse? nothing but pain Since my birth, taught me functions at the pen Cause everybody's in paying back society I'm guilty of a life of sin I watched the drama occur my eyes blurred 'fore I jet it I wonder why we all have to die before we get it Though we shed tears so many peers I done buried Worried and scared knowing I'ma see the cemetery Must be prepared in this cold world no-one cares No it ain't fair but we all there and do our share In this land of underhanded schemes and plans Vivid dreams of a nigga having g's in hand Mamma told me not to be a punk They ain't a thing I wouldn't do for my mamma in this world Cause you know I ain't mad at cha you' just a little girl See mammas just a little girl (hey hey) (Chorus) *Repeat until fade* Mama don't know why And I ain't facing all this drama...(Cause mamma's just a little girl) They asked us why we mutilate eachother like we do And wonder why we hold such little worth on human life (facin all this drama) To ask us why we turn from bad to worse, is to ignore from which we came You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals On the contrary - we would all celebrate its tenacity, we would all love its will to reach the sun Well...we are the roses, this is the concrete, and these are my damaged petals Don't ask me why...Thank God nigga, ask me how (hahahaha) Heeeyyy |
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(Mopreme)
It was a dope spot front yard, one on one strapping That's the way it was way before all the scrapping Earned my fucking props from the G's in the hood Put in work, did some dirt, never snitched, never would Rollin the fat Jaguars with my nigga P blowing up Time coming back sipping Hennessey Seventeen years old and I felt like God mad rich And I had my pick of any fine bitch And my family was known to be great, seen slightly more Representing no matter who sets it on Street power, why you niggaz flip and you thug shit I be bout my motherfucking grip, nothing else gets between me and mine, just remember that Damn it's a shame, but still I'm in the game I'm trying to get street fame (Chorus) I'm a superstar.., I'm a superstar.. I'm a superstar, made it by street fame I'm a superstar.., I'm a superstar.. I'm a superstar, made it by street fame (Big Syke) Don't blame my mama, don't blame my daddy I know they wish they never had me In and out of jail by twelve, failing out of school Cause I was living by the street rules Hanging with hogs, dropping dogs as a little loc I was getting my respect but I was still broke Into the game and expanded to the cocaine Went from double-ups, to slanging them whole things Focused on my mail name ringing like a bell And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail Everybody says he's sold and I'm outta control Motherfuckers gossip but I still roll (nigga) Bitches want my cash on my dash of my cockpit They wouldn't know a motherfucker if he didn't have shit So while I'm balling and kicking up dust, get yo' skull crushed Bitch-made niggaz know not to fuck with us Cause I'm living on the edge, I'm blasting lead Wanted by the Feds, they got to take me dead So fuck it drive a bucket in the inner city In the land of no pity, I made it by the street fame (Chorus) - 2X I'm a superstar.., I'm a superstar.. I'm a superstar, made it by street fame I'm a superstar.., I'm a superstar.. I'm a superstar, made it by street fame (The Rated R) I'm a super star, made it by street fame I had to make some people feel the pain, in this dirty game I know I'm on my way to hell Ain't no yellow bricked road for all the niggas that I done smoked The hood done took me under, a nigga gots no heart Don't get it twisted cause I'm there with my homey's car I kill for my niggaz, my niggaz kill for me That's the love you get, from the drunk one, you put in work see I'm a G with a gang of niggaz after me Trying to peal me, cause I smoked they homey What comes around goes around is what makes it worse I smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off a hearse They don't stop stop till my casket drop drop Let me ride, but all I want, thou shalt not beef or die And it don't matter if I rap or plays Cause I blow out back of some minds, fuck the fame (Chorus) I'm a superstar.., I'm a superstar.. I'm a superstar, made it by street fame I'm a superstar.., I'm a superstar.. I'm a superstar, made it by street fame .. made it by street fame (repeat to the end) |
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(You want me to do what ?) What is it ?
Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery, (I do you, you do me...haha) Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery. (Everything's legal baby, everything's legal) (Verse One: 2Pac) Picture of perfection, the object of a nigga affection Partners in passionate sex, a place to put my erection Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions Pushing permanent twisting I'm on a mission got me on the mash Tried to dig, you was screaming when I did Steady yelling out spots for me to hit, and aww shit Soon as I seen her saw us playing hide the Weiner Wanna Freak Like Me, fuck Adina Up and down is the object, side to side Make you holler out my name when a thug nigga ride, can I come inside Say you don't feel it that's a lie, you just scared to get this Penitentiary dick, the trot caught your eye when I walked by, I said, Hi But you was so shy, I can't lie, damn near stuttered when you walked by You want me to lick it and even worse Got your heart set on me going first, and that ain't no 'Fair Xchange' (Chorus) Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery, (motherfucker, mutherfucker) (hahaha yeah nigga) Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery, (mothafucker, motherfucker) (Verse Two: 2Pac) Open your legs got me watching like it's a million You tremble from the feelin look up, cause I got mirrors on the ceiling And if you willing, then we can ride until the sun shine And just for fun, I bet you I can make you cum sixty-one times Close your eyes, let me heat it up Cause when we fuck I refuse to bust a nut until I beat it up Drop the top, time to fuck while the wind blow Baby throw yo' legs out the window Remember on the balcony, bend over baby bounce on me And let me hit it where it counts and flee Remember me? 'I Get Around', and I'm haunted by my temptations Sexual participation, my motivation Even though I like the way you work it You don't deserve it cause you walk around acting like you perfect Took a while but I finally got it, and like a boss player Bitch you ain't doing me no favours, 'Fair Xchange' (Chorus) Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery (Verse Three: 2Pac) Now yo' attitude ain't realistic Yeah it's true I'm getting pussy, but baby you getting dick! And since you being laced with the penetration It's only right to show a form of appreciation Instead of faking like you can't hear the bed shaking In bed naked you so twisted think yoour legs breaking You said take it so I'm blind in my passion, how long will I last? Doggy style steady pumping on that ass, until I blast And then I laugh as we lay back See I wait 'til you asleep and that's the payback Cause you acting like you did something, giving me a piece I had you muffling your screams in the sheets, fucking with me A true digger that love triggers, a thug nigga Hustling bitches like drug dealers Before I say goodbye, put an end to all the games Here's my number for another 'Fair Xchange' Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery |
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(DJ Quik)
Hey Pac, it's yo boy Hey man so far I've been listening to your album and I ain't heard nothing you could kick back and smoke a beady to You know? Yeah like that Some of that mellow shit Some of that shit that make bitches drink Make niggaz think And help you check a fat-ass bank, hahahah So why don't you kick some of that shit nigga only you know how Hahahah, feel me? (Tupac) I'm barely standing and plus my secondhand say it's midnight Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right Like misdemeanours is a small thing With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang Running through the street lights cause we like Young nigga get your mob on show em what a G like Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno Niggaz popping, welcome to our casino Cause you and me know hundred percent like a c-note Looking for a bitch that's half-black and Filipino And when I meet her I'ma offer her some Indo Tounge-kissing on the window of a pearl white limo Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga touch me here, I'll get bigger While I'm digging I'll get deep into your liver I'm game tight love fucking bitches in the same night My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right The club be popping so I'm stopping at the Fat Burger Look through the paper it's another black crack murder The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die You can fuck on the first night, or try, in the 'Late Night' (Chorus) * DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X* Last night.. last night changed it all 'Pac) In the late night Last night.. (I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be .. do it myself) (Pac) In the late night (Hussein Fatal) Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped I clock rocks in the rain til my socks is damp Ain't nothing like being a thug when I can just Sit on the Row of Death straight knowing that I'm blessed Hussein Fatal, flawless fatality Overdosing on crime, three steps from reality Get up to get down, represent the town Last night was popping like like cocked glocks with hollow-tip rounds (Kadafi) From booty calls to bail sheets It ain't no telling if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets My intuitions and the bitches up in the late night Probably involves me coming up with just to see another day might, If me who ride the bullet in these streets where a man journey With crooked cops and a society who trying to burn me I'm like a pit in a cage spitting my shells in a gauge Deadly as aids niggaz getting crossed like a maze Now picture me living my life like a king maybe one day chilling I'm living Monday through Sunday Bringing the gun play for all these beefs and battles When we collide I'm a ride on that hide like cattle Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night (Chorus) (2Pac) Money and multiple gunshots are shown large amps are blown Niggaz in low-lows, pursuing more hoes, then go home The life of a California star And when you see me in the drop-top Jag how many niggaz wanna be me? Game is automatic mandatory I sell To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell Cause when you gettin some riches watch for dumb bitches They have you labeled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin It's a mean world nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day? Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static? Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic I disappear whenever heated ride whenever needed For my niggaz up in Clinton getting weeded Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die Supply long as you motherfuckers buy My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and ducking Slapping niggaz known for telling bitches fuck-it in the late night (Chorus) |
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| 4:15 |
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(2pac)
Haha, for all my niggaz in the hood (yeah) That live the life of a ghetto star (You KNOW!) Heh, you know how we do it (Hahaha, Makaveli!) Just holla my name and witness game official Niggaz is so ashamed they stand stiff like scared bitches While I remain inside a paradox called my block Though gunshots is promised to me, when will I stop? I hit the weed and hope to God I can fly high Witness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn'ta tried I send they bodies to they parents up North With they faces, they wrists and they nuts cut off Fuck 'em all what I scream as I dream in tongues Fuck a trick, get me rich and the bitches'll come Bust my gun, make 'em all scatter Bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatter, eat a dick BEYOTCH! Mercy, never that, you say you comin back? Bring it on, fo' whoever strapped Introduce you to the pleasure and the pain, you can go so far Just sell me your soul, and live the life.. (of a ghetto star) (Nutso) I live the life of a thug nigga, drug dealer livin game tight Mug niggaz, slug niggaz for the famed life Laced with game, practiced on taking pain, Quick to slang, and let it rain through your brain, Street smart, proficient, intelligent, And keep suckers hittin till snitches start smellin, Movin niggaz with telekinesis, Keeping Channel Seven at work filming different features, Leadin niggaz to an early death with they head blown, And to those who didn't make it to the morgue, was just dead and gone, And hope niggaz got punished, Kidnapped jacked in the back with macs to they neck, Rats waitin to get done in, Tossed his ass out, mob related, One more nigga found shot up with his dick in his mouth, Printed my name in these streets as a motherfucking G Now the next generation's looking up to me. (2Pac) Walkin through the cemetery Talkin to my homies that was buried See my enemies wanna see me dead, I ain't worried, forgive me Please give me shelter, calm my fears Lifted my head, from my hands, had a palm of tears I see bodies gettin splashed, with acid Two shots rang from the plastic glock, wrapped in plastic Buried the bastard, time to notify, his family Shiiit, ain't nuttin left to be identified Evacuate the crime scene fast Why I heard the Feds had a warrant for my ass Fly, I won't touch down 'til I see Tiajuana Set up shop sellin them crooked cops marijuana Label me a success, I made the switch Retired from the life that never gave me shit With cash that I couldn't spend, countless cars An addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star (Nutso) Got the word that some nerds wanna plot on this Hit the curve, let it swerve, had to stop they grip No remorse, no repentance as I buck one down Straight to the morgue cause I plan on, shut ya down Born soldiers! -- Fucked him up with a mac folder Torn ligaments, all up in that nigga's shoulder And a vest couldn't protect that flesh Cause I got, slugs, to knock the air out your chest Death, apparently they wasn't sucker free Cause I had all them wannabe thug niggaz in protective custody I guess they heard that I got them birds Thought I was a nerd 'til I fucked one of them to the curb Luxury livin lavish, with dreams of dyin rich With a team and clientele on my motherfuckin dick And gettin down on these snitch bitches, protectin riches By givin stitches, my life as a ghetto star When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) (Outro: 2Pac w/ Nutso talking in background) This goes out to all you motherfuckers that STILL, have to kill to make that money All you niggaz on the block, sellin rocks Hand to hand, runnin from the police I see you - live your life as a ghetto star! Talk to the hood, claimin you gettin riches Runnin from the flags.. live my life as a ghetto star Niggaz with two strikes that don't wanna see the third, I feel you |
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Tupac:
Shit, tired of getting shot at Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested Niggas need a spot where we can kick it A spot where we belong, that's just for us Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood You na'mean? Where do niggas go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga, that's why we go to Thug Mansion That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G At Thug Mansion Tupac: A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times I once contemplated suicide and would of tried But when I held that 9, all I could see was my moma's eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Praying hard for 'Better Dayz', promise to hold on Me and my dogs ain't have a choice but to roll on We finally found a spot to kick it Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at 'Thugz Mansion' (Chorus: Anthony Hamilton) Ain't no place I'd rather be Children, dead homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. Ain't no place I'd rather be Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. 2Pac: Will I survive all the fights and the darkness? Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change? Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain? I need a place to rest my head with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go How can I be peaceful? I'm comin from the bottom Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion Chorus 2Pac: Dear Mama don't cry, your baby boy's doing good Tell the homies I'm in Heaven and they ain't got hoods Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook Drinking peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke Then some lady named Billie Holiday Sang sitting there kicking it with Malcolm, 'til the day came Little LaTasha sure grown Tell the lady in the liquor that she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cutting loose with the band Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last Picture a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than this, in Heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm asking Remember this face, save me a place, in 'Thugz Mansion' Chorus |
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They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscing on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic for me last year It appears that I've been marked for death My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary But at times unnecessary, I'm getting worried Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic And certain death for us ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare And who cares if we survive The only time they notice a nigga is when he clutching on a four-five My neighbourhood ain't the same Cause all these little babies going crazy and they suffering in the game And I swear it's like a trap But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block (Chorus) Living life is but a dream Hard times is all we see (on my block) Every block is kinda mean But on our block we still pray But on our block we still pray Now shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops Black male slipping in hail when will we prevail Fearing jail but crack sales got me living well And the system's suicidal with this Thug's Life Staying strapped forever strapped in this drug life God help me, cause I'm starving, can't get a job So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers Mislead from childhood where I went astray Till this day I still pray for a better way Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own I close my eyes and picture home... on my block (Chorus) And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die Caught strays from AK's and the driveby Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside Cause our block is filled with danger Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers Time changes us to stone them crack pipes All up and down the block exterminating black life But I can't blame the dealers My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels Shit's real, I know you feel, my tragedy A single mother with a problem child, daddy free Hanging out picking up game, sipping cheap liquor Gamin the hoochies hoping I can get to sleep with her It's a man's world, staying strapped Fantasies of a nigga living fat, but held back Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless Wide eyed and losing focus... on my block (Chorus) And block parties in the projects lasting way past daylight A young nigga learned to break nine Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind I see the same motherfuckers balling Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call I know the young niggaz understand this Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous I reminisce on the fast times, past crimes Trying to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime Can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame And what's strange is that everybody knows my name, swear they all know me And lots of cash make a nigga change I hit the green just to maintain, feeling pain For all the niggaz that I lost to the game... from my block |
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Tupac:
Shit, tired of getting shot at Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested Niggas need a spot where we can kick it A spot where we belong, that's just for us Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood You na'mean? Where do niggas go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga, that's why we go to Thug Mansion That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G At Thug Mansion Tupac: A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times I once contemplated suicide and would of tried But when I held that 9, all I could see was my moma's eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Praying hard for 'Better Dayz', promise to hold on Me and my dogs ain't have a choice but to roll on We finally found a spot to kick it Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at 'Thugz Mansion' (Chorus: Anthony Hamilton) Ain't no place I'd rather be Children, dead homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. Ain't no place I'd rather be Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. 2Pac: Will I survive all the fights and the darkness? Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change? Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain? I need a place to rest my head with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go How can I be peaceful? I'm comin from the bottom Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion Chorus 2Pac: Dear Mama don't cry, your baby boy's doing good Tell the homies I'm in Heaven and they ain't got hoods Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook Drinking peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke Then some lady named Billie Holiday Sang sitting there kicking it with Malcolm, 'til the day came Little LaTasha sure grown Tell the lady in the liquor that she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cutting loose with the band Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last Picture a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than this, in Heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm asking Remember this face, save me a place, in 'Thugz Mansion' Chorus |
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Looking for these better dayz
'Better Dayz' Heeyyy 'Better Dayz' Got me thinking bout better dayz 'Better Dayz' , 'Better Dayz' , 'Better Dayz' Heeyy 'Better Dayz' Got me thinking bout 'Better Dayz' (Verse 1) Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live Smoking weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids wanna try now Then lie down and get ran through Nobody watches them clocking, the evil men do Faced with the demons, addicted to hearing victims screaming Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semen's Cause even our birthdays, are cursed days A born thug in the first place, the worst ways I'd love to see the block in peace With no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beasts And only we can change, it's up to us to clean up the streets It ain't the same, too many murders Too many funerals and too many tears Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years Pass by his family but what could I say? Keep your head up and try to keep the faith and pray for 'Better Dayz' (Chorus) Better dayz, Better dayz Heeyyy Better dayz Thinking bout better dayz Better dayz, Better dayz, Better dayz Heeyy Better dayz Got me thinking bout better dayz (Verse 2) Thinking back as an adolescent Who would have guessed, that in my future years I'd be stressing Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up with Trying to keep my head up and stay strong All my homies slanging yayo all day long But they wrong, so I'm solo (so low) and so broke Saving up for some Jordan's, cause they dope I got a girl and I love her but she broke too And so am I, I can't take her to the place she wanna go to So we argue and playfight, all day and night Making passionate love 'til the day light Plus we bout to get evicted, can't pay the rent Guess it's time to see who really is your friend You tell me you pregnant and I'm amazed So many blessings while we stressing looking for them 'Better Dayz' Better dayz (Chorus) Better dayz, Better dayz Heeyyy Better dayz (Oh, better dayz) Thinking bout better dayz (I'm looking for better) Better dayz, Better dayz, Better dayz Heeyy Better dayz (Oh, better dayz) Got me thinking bout better dayz (Verse 3) Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools Since back in high school we was true, me and you Only part of us separated we stay faded Affiliated with gang bangers and still made it Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him Still dressing like grown men, when rolling Out in the dark, smoking Newports, gaming marks Gotta place in my heart, homie stay smart Locked you up in the pen and gave you 3 to 10 I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends Hoping you well, I know it's Hell Doing time in the cell you need mail, when you in jail And me I'm doing cool I've settled down had a family, working and night school Every once in awhile, I reminisce And wonder how we ever came to this I miss the 'Better Dayz' Better dayz, Better dayz Heeyyy Better dayz Thinking bout better dayz Better dayz, Better dayz, Better dayz Heeyy Better dayz Got me thinking bout better dayz (Chorus to Fade) I send this one out, to all the homeboys down in uh Clinton, locked down Rikers Island, all them dudes I was uh locked up with E block, F block L I H N I C in Rikers Island Downstate All the peoples I met along the way Better Dayz is coming homeboy, keep your head up |
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[Verse One: 2Pac]
Dear baby you the picture of perfection Straight from your million dollar smile to my attraction to your complexion No hesitation needed; you got me inhalin the aroma of your perfume, and feelin heated I move closer to drop the lines of my introduction Hold out my hand, and grab yo' hand, now we touchin My lyrics are poetry So baby get a ticket to go with me Thugged out so you notice me It's a positive attraction; see pictures of us layin butt-naked on the beach kickin back relaxin And only you can calm, the savage beast Look in my eyes are you surprised, that it's me? I wanna make you mine I'm kissin on you tryin to make it different every time (that's right) I'm so lonely in my bedroom, lookin at the walls Withcha number in my hand, wonderin should I even call her tonight [Chorus: Jazze Pha] Anytime you like, baby you can call me Need a thug up in yo' life, never find nobody like me Cause I know what you want, and girl you know I got you You got what I need, and shorty it's all on you Baby call on me [Verse Two: 2Pac] Been gettin nuttin but bad news, ever since the day you left me I sit and wonder is there a way, you could forget me Remember my phone calls, my late visits Us havin breakfast in bed, then we straight kick it Me and you in satin sheets, 'til after two Come take a walk on the wild side, enjoy the view Whenever we collide; it's bound to be a pleasurable time Makin love 'til the early light Sweetheart don't fight the feelin Come get a shot of this plain dealin and concentrate on the ceiling It's my intention to brush up Beware of the fireworks, cause everytime we touch.. .. it's bound to be, so relax, clown with me As if you're down with me, get around and see The brother with tattoos and no fears Runnin my fingers through your hair if you call me [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2Pac] Pardon me, but let's be specific Baby cause if you down with me, nigga we can kick it And let's take trips and ride airplanes A hundred thousand dollar car on dem gold thangs, so can you hang? Cause we can be real tight (right) I got a big suite at the Hyatt, if it feel right My only wish is to be witcha You got me steady strivin to getcha Fantasizin of friendly pictures The pressure's gettin major I wonder will you answer my call, if I page ya Got me goin wild with anticipation Face to face with us locked up in strange places, what will it take Cause the heartache be heatbreak, is my prediction when you falsify and start fake, in my position I'm a careful man, but a player when I ball Got my eyes on you baby, can I call? [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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And my niggas say
We want the FAAAAME C'mon c'mon (Chorus) One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for It's been nothing but pain stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame (Verse 1: 2Pac) Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g's Stresses after battle with success comes greed They got me hot When they shot me plotted my revenge To increase my ends enemies getting dropped Win or lose red or blue we must all stay true Play the game nigga never let the game play you And for the fame niggas change fast that's a shame What's the game lost souls who controls our brain? Who can I blame? the world seems strange at times Somewhat insane I'm hoping we can change with time I'm living blinded searching for refinement Curse, I know death follows me but I murder him first And worse yet with each breathe steps I take Breathless ss there a cure for a hustler with a death wish? Cigar ashes coaster crystal glasses We mash on them jealous bastards with a ski mask I'm the first one to warn them blast it Wrapped in plastic bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws) Ain't nothing left now treated like a stepchild Was not for me nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all) Be rocking beats fake in fame (Verse 2: Kadafi) Block run and shoot slugs We throw them back like hardballs Without the gloves No love for these fake desperados And thugs I bleed to envy Smoke and blow out they blunts Sipping Henney Drunk nights and hot days Cocking my heat shooting it sideways A wife on the run full of common blunts Unconditionally married to my gun Fulfillin' my destiny on knees And ones desires be pulling all my cabbage like priors Stuck in the trance searching for something higher Fortune and fame (Chorus) (Verse 3: Kastro) Searching for fortune and fame lost in the rain A lose of the game with life the cost of the game We forcing the change mother fuck flossing the chain All the blame belongs to the part of the brain That we never use nigga plus my heart is in pain And if I ever lose homey bet I'm at it again Outlaws don't die so united we stand And if family come before all the fortune and fame (Verse 4: Napoleon) As I walk up in the crib laid to rest me head Say some rhymes to angels hope they bless my bed Hope they bless me the righteous way Got a homie locked down outta town I sent him a kite today Man that hate in your heart you gotta cleanse it dog Praying for my downfall and I can sense it dog I was passed down the street fame like glocks clocked and keep aim Was raised up with a clock box and I ran with the local street gang They say the light is faded but still shine in the dark You can easy been a man but you is a boy in your heart And that's some game that I got from generation of game In the road of life dog we need to switch up lanes Think about it (Chorus) (Verse 5: Young Noble) I can't complain I've seen my fair share of the fame It wont change me now I've got this piece of change I feel strange I got so used to the hood That when I finally got out at first it ain't feel good I was just a baby still retarded from slavery When we struggle to shovel shit ain't nobody saved me Ghetto ain't made me I made myself Poverty raised me thinking ain't no help I pray for my health my mind and my family too State of myself my grind and my family crew Where one hand watches the other no we ain't blood But we still real brothers the struggle is real nothing can steal what we build and that remains the same 'Till that day we killed and that's real Life that I was aimed to be love by my family tree That's fame to me, how about it (Chorus) |
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(You want me to do what ?) What is it ?
Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery, (I do you, you do me...haha) Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery. (Everything's legal baby, everything's legal) (Verse One: 2Pac) Picture of perfection, the object of a nigga affection Partners in passionate sex, a place to put my erection Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions Pushing permanent twisting I'm on a mission got me on the mash Tried to dig, you was screaming when I did Steady yelling out spots for me to hit, and aww shit Soon as I seen her saw us playing hide the Weiner Wanna Freak Like Me, fuck Adina Up and down is the object, side to side Make you holler out my name when a thug nigga ride, can I come inside Say you don't feel it that's a lie, you just scared to get this Penitentiary dick, the trot caught your eye when I walked by, I said, Hi But you was so shy, I can't lie, damn near stuttered when you walked by You want me to lick it and even worse Got your heart set on me going first, and that ain't no 'Fair Xchange' (Chorus) Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery, (motherfucker, mutherfucker) (hahaha yeah nigga) Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery, (mothafucker, motherfucker) (Verse Two: 2Pac) Open your legs got me watching like it's a million You tremble from the feelin look up, cause I got mirrors on the ceiling And if you willing, then we can ride until the sun shine And just for fun, I bet you I can make you cum sixty-one times Close your eyes, let me heat it up Cause when we fuck I refuse to bust a nut until I beat it up Drop the top, time to fuck while the wind blow Baby throw yo' legs out the window Remember on the balcony, bend over baby bounce on me And let me hit it where it counts and flee Remember me? 'I Get Around', and I'm haunted by my temptations Sexual participation, my motivation Even though I like the way you work it You don't deserve it cause you walk around acting like you perfect Took a while but I finally got it, and like a boss player Bitch you ain't doing me no favours, 'Fair Xchange' (Chorus) Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery (Verse Three: 2Pac) Now yo' attitude ain't realistic Yeah it's true I'm getting pussy, but baby you getting dick! And since you being laced with the penetration It's only right to show a form of appreciation Instead of faking like you can't hear the bed shaking In bed naked you so twisted think yoour legs breaking You said take it so I'm blind in my passion, how long will I last? Doggy style steady pumping on that ass, until I blast And then I laugh as we lay back See I wait 'til you asleep and that's the payback Cause you acting like you did something, giving me a piece I had you muffling your screams in the sheets, fucking with me A true digger that love triggers, a thug nigga Hustling bitches like drug dealers Before I say goodbye, put an end to all the games Here's my number for another 'Fair Xchange' Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery |
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(Chorus)
there u go.....acting like a hoe.... (I dont know why I'll be fucking wit ch'u (Pac) Was it the liqour that makes me act blind? the times I'm with her anonomous pictures of other niggas tryin to kiss her will i love her,or shall I dis her I'm sick of this scandalous shit I deal wit tryin to paint a perfect picture! My memoriez of jealousy no longer care free.... Cause so much bullshit your girlfriendz keep tellin me I'm on tour but now my bedroomz an open door so it got me thinking what am i tryin for? When I was young I was so very dumb Eager to please, a lil'Trick on a mission tryin 2 get'em a piece Me and my niggaz is Thug niggaz!, former known Drug Dealerz! We don't love bitchez!,and believe they don't love niggaz! I got'em playing my attraction But you became a distraction a threat to my paper stacking I thought you'd change, but now i know Can't turn a hoe into a house wife baby And there u go....... (Chorus) There u there u go, acting like a hoe There u there u go, acting like a hoe! there u there u go, acting like a hoe Acting like a hoe, acting like a hoe! See tha word on tha streetz you're a....hoe just a groupie on a world tour...hoe Now I find out for myself you're a...hoe Girl you need to check yourself..... (Kastro) These silly bitches got this game twisted so I don't claim'em, just bang'em... Papa raised a playa, so playa I'll play'em I got hoez, that got more hoez than me So how I look getting hooked like I ain't got G Truly, cutie, booty big! But that ain't enough And tha head make me beg, still that just ain't enough When I don't trust her, bitch be lying too much She be dying to fuck me, you be buying tha stuff.... (Young Noble) See old friend I know.. your whole M.O.'s preoccupied with mostly gettin' clown after clown town coast to coast see i been trying to stay away from sluts like you got me turned off completely by that shiesty shit that you do knew from jump you aim straight thru them spandex dont front just name spots on your body for me 2 touch while ya clutch this game i keep flowin' like h2o it aint nothin for me to say why you keep actin' like a hoe but there you go (chorus) when i first met her i told her i was busy all the time now she call me flippin' like she miss me all the time how she gonna even trip she got a man at home you need to stop chasing dick, bitch and raise your son i'm like damn we can creep sometime and you know i'm on the road for like weeks at a time girl ya thirsty and stop callin' while i'm workin' ya hurting me all this bullshit is hurtin' me girl there you go (big syke) i blame it on ya momma she need to holla at you or should i blame it on your daddy for all the thinds that you do cuz there you go just like a hoe caught in the streets like giving your number out to every nigga you meet i'm tired of games you playin', so stop playin' you hear what i'm sayin' you only good for parlayin' i'm laying down the rules, its a game that you lose so the streets can have you baby cuz i stay on the move (chorus) |
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This motherfucking life I lead, shit
A hell of motherfucking road blocks and crooked cops We still ride though What side? Westside (Verse 1: Tupac) I want money in large amounts my garage full of cars that bounce Moving my tapes in major ways cause every dollar counts Busters is jealous and half these nigas is punks They running off at the mouth 'til I fill up with my pump They jump my automatic keep them weary While you fronting like you Billy bad ass nigga you scary I been knowing you for years we was high school peers iIn Junior High I was itchin' to kill and you was ready to die While you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases Busting my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places Leaving no trace they see my face and then they buried Them bitches die in a hurry still I ride I'm never worried Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'ma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd and motherfuckers die It's not the way I wanna live my nigga it's how it is Homie got into a fight last night they killed his kids (Chorus x2) In this life I lead fiend for currency Get high off weed collect g's make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead (Verse 2: Young Noble) I ain't a killer but don't push me dog For that family I'll send that ass straight to God (what you doing nigga?) And in this life I lead I've seen the most of my 23 years My vision is blurry the money is clear Some of my peers eternally will sleep in a coffin (yeah nigga) And noble on the road I'm extremely cautious It happened that fast split second your gone At the top of my tombstone put noble is raw Outlaw 'Till I'm under the floor for Kadafi the prince I stack dough like a clock on the bricks With a watch on my wrist dog I know the time these days We outlaws we gonna die this way we already in the history books Pac made sure of that Whateva you took we taking it back You know it's all for the foundation Outlaws We still building the thug nation holler at your homie (Chorus 2x) In this life I lead Fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect g's Make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead (Verse 3: Napolean) It ain't but nothing air between us oxygen is gettin hot Got a problem mo' fag ass nigga kick rocks Now *censored* on the phone and the nigga talking crazy I don't know who to blame him or *censored* for killing babies I'm a New Jers' Devil the street created rebel Only got one shot to produce on every level This is Maximus go to the max I must Nigga I came from not much so money I clutch Uhuh Napolean the strength of strong arm With a dick they whistle and ride I put a move up on I'm a hardcore product of the ghetto Been blessed for sure to eat from out the ghetto I maneuver in the right lane quick to push back lanes Switch it to the left lane I play with my hands And I'm plotting on the fortune it's getting hot and scorching I'm thinking like a scorpion that torturing an enemy (Chorus 2x) In this life I lead Fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect g's Make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead (Verse 4) Now with this outlaw lifestyle that I've been introduced to Money and hoes keep us closer to Lucifer (what's up Kurupt) Steady seducing us and I'm all for it It's the life for me and the law cant spoil it So you can call it what the fuck you want (right) But I'm a baller alcoholic with a sawn-off pump (nigga) My mamma ain't raise no punk and even dead Pac So when I jump off I breathe for Yak Been puttin in work so I walk with a bop And it safe at home so I sleep with a glock (no mistakes) Thug living Ugh what the fuck would be better I do my dirt with the family so we dying together (Verse 5: Edi) We on a mission for mo' gangster shit on you hoes We ain't fucking with you lawyers crossing niggas up out there dough Trying to live Godzilla Edi went from a bad boy To a anybody killer Look out Wanted man guns in hand stand firm Nuts are my pride now lets burn Bound and profound going down swinging Holding my ground we the last ones breathing No stopping till we eating deep in the trenches So many killings it's senseless So in this life I lead I stay protected My god my squad and this thing in my palm Now all my hustling motherfuckers get your money Sing along (Chorus x2) In this life I lead Fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect g's Make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead This motherfucking life I lead nigga You know what time it is Westside Deathrow Dogg Pound Everybody killer Bad boy killer ?? killer Anybody killer Fuck all y'all niggas If it ain't Westside nigga it ain't Pac That's on my momma |
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[Tupac Talking]
Heavenly Father Hear a nigga down here Before I go to sleep Who do you believe in? Who do you believe in? [Tupac] I see mothers in black crying Brothers in packs dying Plus everybody's high Too doped up to ask why Watching our on downfall, witness the end It's like we don't believe in God cause we living 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 another murder Nobody mourns no more My teardrops getting bigger But can't figure what I'm crying for Is it the miniature caskets? Little babies Victims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy Maybe its just the drugs Visions of how the block was Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us Perhaps the underlying facts they hide 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 getting nearer [Chorus] 2x Who do you believe in? I put my faith in God Blessed and still breathing And even though it's hard That's who I believe in Before I'm leaving I'm asking the grieving Who do you believe in? [Tupac] Can't close my eyes cause all I see is terror I hate the man in the mirror Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer Times of Armageddon Murder in mass amounts In this society where only getting the cash counts I started out as a beginner Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner I make my money and vacate, evade prison Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven And all the Hennessey and weed can't hide The pain I feel inside You know It's like I'm living just to die I fall on my knees and beg for mercy Not knowing if I'm worthy Living life thinking no man can hurt me So I'm asking Before I lay me down to sleep Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me My misery I rose up from the slums Made it out the flames In my search for fame Will I change? And I'm asking [Chorus] x2 [Kadafi] Faith in Allah, believe in me, and it's plastic Cause so far I done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets With they chest plates stretched like elastic And what's worse I'm on front line Holding down camp still mashing Heard my cousin One of the old heads from the block Just came home October of 95 Back in Yardville stuck with a three to five If he don't act up Now he realize If you don't stay wise Then in this game you fucked Talk to my baby girl Give me the word on what she heard One of the grimmies is snitching Diming, a stool pigeon I talked to him He said he didn't My man said he did, in fact he sure Cause he just came home off a bid [Chorus] x2 Who do you believe in? Is it Buddah, Jehova Or Jah? Or Allah? Is it Jesus? Is it God? Or is just yourself? Definitely, not to be imposed Even a demon Cause this is the joy of the movement Men, to believe in yourselves But for sure, the higher power Resides only to ride through the heart of the true From the soul, of the man For truth never has an alibi In the poetry or in this round That's what pulls our words together Just to understand That every man is his own man And only man can satisfy the man Only the soul of the man The feelings of the man The for realness of the man You can't shake the man when you feel the man You know the man And you gotta call yourself because you are that man Tupac over Female Singing Who do you believe in? (I put my faith in God) Put my faith in God, and Blessed and still breathing Even though it's hard (who do you believe in?) That's who I believe in (even though it's hard) Before I'm leaving I'm asking the grieving (who do you believe in?) Who do you believe in? Who do you? (blessed and still breathing) Oh, blessed (before I'm leaving, I'm asking the grieving) Oh, blessed (who do you be |
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Expect me nigga, like you expect Jesus to come back
Expect me nigga I'm coming ... Expect me nigga, like you expect Jesus to come back Expect me nigga I'm coming ... |
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