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little something for my guys and Elisa and a little girl named Corin
some say tha Blacker tha berry tha sweeter tha juice I say, tha darker tha flesh and tha deeper tha roots I give a hollar to my sisters on welfare Tupac cares, but don't nobody else care I know they like ta beat ya down alot and when ya come around tha block brothersclown alot but please don't cry, dry ya eyes never let up forgive but don't forget girl keep ya head up and when he tells you you ain't nothen don't believe him and if he can't learn ta love ya, you should leave him cuz sister you don't need him I ain't tryin ta gash up, but I just callem how I see'em ya know what makes me unhappy when brothers make babies and leave a young mother ta be a papy and since we all came from a woman got our name from a woman and out game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women why we rape our women do we hate our women ? I think it's time ta kill for our women time ta heal our women be real to our women and if we don't we'll have a race of babies that hate tha ladies that make tha babies and since a man can't make one he has no right ta tell a woman when and where ta create one so will tha real men get up I know your fed up ladies but keep ya head up eeewww child things are gonna get easier eeewww child things are gonna get brighter eeewww child things are gonna get easier eeewww child things are gonna get brighter I remember Marvin Gay, usta sing ta me He had me feelin like black was tha thing ta be and suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tuff I thought we had it rough, we always had enough I often (...) about my curfew and broke tha rules ran with tha local crew and had a smoke or two and realize momma really paid tha price she nearly gave her life, ta raise me right and all I had ta give her was my pipe dreams of how i'drock tha mic and make it to tha big screen i'm tryin ta make a dollar out of fifteen cents it's hard ta be legit and still pay tha rent and in tha end it seems i'm headin for tha pen I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in tha wind last night my buddy lost hiswhole family it's gonna take tha man in me ta conquer this insanity it seems tha rain will never let up I try ta Keep My Head Up and still keep from getting weter you know it's funny when it rains it pours they got money for wars, but can't feed tha poor sad there ain't no hope for tha youth and tha truth is there ain't no hope for tha future and then they wonder why we crazy I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby we ain't meant ta survive, cause it's a setup and even though yafed up ya got ta Keep Ya Head Up eeewww child things are gonna get easier eeewww child things are gonna get brighter eeewww child things are gonna get easier eeewww child things are gonna get brighter Ta all tha ladies haveing babies on they own I know it's kinda ruff and ya feeling all alone daddies long gone and he left ya by your lonesome thank tha lord for my kids even if nobody else wants them cause I think we can make it, in fact, for sure and if we all fall stand tall and comback for more cause there ain't nothen worse than when your son wants ta know why his daddy don't love him no more ya can't complain you was dealt this Helluva hand without a man, feeling helpless because there's too many things for you ta deal with dien inside, but outside your looking fearless while tears is rollin down your cheeks ya steady hopen things don't fall this week cause if it did, ya couldn't take it and don't blame me I was given this world I didn't make it and now my sons getten older and older and cold from haven tha world on his shoulders while tha rich kids are driven benzs i'm still tryin ta hold on to my surviven friends and it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but Please Ya got Ta Keep Ya Head Up |
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Up out of there
[Daz, repeated several times until first verse begins] Ain't Nothin' but A Gangsta Party Ahh shit you've done fucked up now you done put 2 of Amerikaz most wanted in the same muthafuckin' place at the same muthafuckin' time ya'll niggas about to feel this break out the champange glasses and muthafuckin' condoms have one on us aight Picture Perfect I paint a perfect picture bombin' hooties with percision Mind intensions to get with ya with the S-N double-O-P dogg to help my fuckin' homie you's a cold ass nigga on them all Sure enough I keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run Now I am back in the court room waitin' on the outcome Free Tupac is all that's on a niggas mind but at the same time it seem they tryin' to take mine so I am get smart and get the best of this shit and put together a million march plus some gangsta shit So now they got us laced Two multi millionaire muthafuckas catchin' cases Bitches get ready for the throw down the shits about to go down Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown I am losin' my religion I am vicious on these stool pigeons you might be deep in this game but you got some rules missin' niggas be actin like we savage See i'm a get the cabbage I got nutin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish I got a pet named P she niggarino I got a house out in the Hills right next to Chino and I think I got a Black Beama' but my dream is to own a fly casino like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal and get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal Uhh it feel good to ya Baby bubba you see this is for the G's and the Ki's muthafucka Now follow as we Ride muthafuck the rest two of the best from the westside and I can make you famous Niggas been dying for years so how could they blame us I live in fear of a felony I never stop ballin' these mutha fuckin' G's If ya got it better flaunt it another warrant 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted Ain't Nothin' but a Gangsta Party (x2) Nothin' but a gangsta party Ain't Nothin' but a Gangsta Party Ain't Nothin' but a Gangsta Party It ain't nothin' but a muthafuckin' gangsta party Ain't Nothin' but a Gangsta Party Ain't Nothin' but a Gangsta Party It ain't nothin' but a muthafuckin' gangsta party Ain't nothin but a gangsta party Now give me 50 feet The feet is not my destiny release me to the streets and keep what evers left of me Jealousy is misery, suffery is grief Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me I I busta free, these niggas must be crazy (What) there ain't no mercy mutha fuckas who can fade the thugs? you thought it was but it wasn't now disappear bow down in the presence of a Boss playa It's like cuz, blood, gang banging everybody in the party doing dope slangin' you got to have papers in this world you might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl ya doing ya job every day and then you work so hard till ya hair turn gray let me tell you about life and 'bout the way it is see we live by the gun so we die by the blood of kids They tell me not to roll with my glock So now I got to throw away floating in the black Benz trying to do a show a day they wonder how I live with 5 shots niggas is hard to kill on my block Scheme for currency and dough related affilliated with the hustlas so we made it Your answer to the question tryin' to get up on it my nigga dogg and me eternally the most wanted Ain't Nuttin But A Gangsta Party (Until Fade) |
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Yo Mo Bee main, drop that shit!
"Heyyyy!Heyy-ayyaahhyy" ErickSermon(Redman's"WatchYo'Nugget") (samplerepeatsuntilfirstverse) Youknowwhattime,boo-yaow Iknowit'stimeforyou SograbonebythehandyouknowhatI'msayin Anduhh,throwupthatfinger Ayyoyoyothrowy'allfingersup! Thugstylebaby,Thugstyley'know? Tellmebabyareyoulonely?Don'twannarushya Icanhelpyaifyaonly,letmetouchya IfI'mwronglovetellme,causeIgetcaughtup andthelifeIliveisHellsee,IneverthoughtI'dsee thedaywhenIwouldcalmdown,youain'theard I'vebeenknowntoclownandGetAround,that'smyword Seeyouwalkinandyoulookingood,yesindeed Gotabodylikeasexfiend,you'rekillinme witchaattitudetomatchright,don'tbephony causeIhatewhenyouactlike,youdon'tknowme I'vebestressininthespotlight,Iwantthefame buttheindustry'salotlike,acrapgame Ain'tnotimeforcommitment,Igottago Can'tbewityoueveryminutemiss,anothershow AndeventhoughI'mknownformyonenightstand Iwannabeanhonestman,buttemptationsgo... "Heyyyy!Heyy-ayyaahhyy"-->ErickSermon (Redman's"WatchYo'Nugget") (samplerepeatsuntilsecondverse) Throwupthefinger! Andallmyhomiesgo.. Throwthemthefinger! Yaknowwhatbabyit'slike Iknowyou'vebeensearchinforsomeone Tomakeyouhappy,andgetthejobdone Yousayyouneedit,amanwithmoney ButIcan'tbethere,andwillyoustillcare WillIcheatorwillIbecommitted,heavenknows GettinweakandIwannahitit,sohereIgo inmyrideandI'mallin,gettinhigh Icanhearthepeoplecallin,I'mpassinby EverybodyknowsI'mball-in,andtoGod Gottakeepmyselffromfall-in,butit'shard AllthecutiesknowI'munderpressure,whatdoIdo Gettinshakywhenshepullthedressup,andsayit'scool ShouldIstrokeorshouldIwaitawhile,youdecide Ifyoutellmethatyoudon'twantit,that'salie Movecloseandletmewhisper,somedirtywords inyourearsasIkissya,oneverycurve Slowdownbabydon'trush,Ilikeitslow Can'tholditanylonger,soletitgo Openthegates,doyouwannafallupinheaven Don'tworry,Iletmyselfin,allIheardwas... "Heyyyy!Heyy-ayyaahhyy"-->ErickSermon (Redman's"WatchYo'Nugget") (samplerepeatsuntilthirdverse) Giveemthefinger! Allmyhomiesgo.. Throwyourfingersup! That'sjusttheThuginmegirl,youknow Peepoutallmyhomies,y'know,it'slike Iknowyou'vebeensearchinforsomeone Tomakeyouhappy,andgetthejobdone Yousayyouneedit,amanwithmoney ButIcan'tbethere,andwillyoustillcare Alotofpeoplethinkit'seasy,tosettledown Gotawomanthat'llpleaseme,ineverytown Idon'twannabutIgottadoit,thetemptation gotmereadytoreleasethefluid,sensation sitdownandconversatelikeyouknowme,takemyhand CauseevenThugsgetlonely,understand Eventhehardestofmyhomiesneedattention Catchyoublowinupthetelephone,reminiscin Iwannatakeyoutothemovies,emptypark Let'sfindaspotforyoutodome,inthedark Nowthatit'spassion,holdmetight Don'tneedlights,Icanseeyoubythemoonlight Iknowyourmanain'tlovinyouright You'relonelyunderpressureneedaThuginyourlife Enoughtalkin,youwantmetoleave,I'llgettowalkin Seeyoulater,causebabyI'maplayer,andallIheardwas "Heyyyy!Heyy-ayyaahhyy"-->ErickSermon (Redman's"WatchYo'Nugget") (samplerepeatsuntiltheend) Giveemthefinger Andallmyhomiesgo..yothishowwegonnadothisinthenine-treyy'know? Throwyourfingersup Y'know?Theygonnapeepthis,thishowwerungameonyou Everybody,heyy,alright Heyy,heyyyeah,heyyyayyy,ohh Allmyniggazgo Uptowninthe Giveemthefinger! Throwyourhandsup Giveemthefinger! |
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| 4. |
| 4:24 |
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Rest in peace to my mothafucka Biggie Smalls
That's right boy, it's goin on Right here, Thug Life God bless the dead God bless the dead & buried nigga Don't worry if you see God first tell Him shit got worse I ain't mad, I know you're representin the crew And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt & a brew Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game If you a baller, money went as quick as it came My role models gone or they locked in the pen Straight hustlas, caught up in the whirlwind The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggie Sayin shit don't stop, nigga, no pity We all hoods, and all we ever had was dreams Money makin mothafuckas plot scandalous schemes In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind I was addicted to tryin, never meant to do time My epitaph will read "Was the last of Gs Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed God bless the dead" *God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead Man, ain't nobody promised me a thang I been caught up in this game Ever since I was a little motherfucka wantin to hang I can see 'em in my head, pow Memories of my nigga but he dead now Lookin back in my yearbook all the years took Half my peers, they're stretched for years And if I die will they all shed tears Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clear Paranoid got me lookin in the mirror Behind me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the time See I'm old enough to know that ain't no justice Fuck the police & all the courts same way they fucked us And why the hell am I locked in jail They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell In my mind I can see it comin And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin By keepin gun & never run unless I'm comin at ya Cry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter God bless the dead *Repeat Rest in peace to all the motherfuckas that passed too early All the young motherfuckas that was took in they prime Real motherfuckin Gz, this one is for you Yo Stretch, Biggie Yo Big this is to you my nigga Springfield Hollis crew, Thug Life, YGz Sendin they respect, know I mean? You my nigga for life, forever You're always gonna be with a nigga No matter what, don't forget that I pray before I go to sleep "Dear God save my place before I start to eat, cause times is hard So I'm covered to my knees, oh why? Why you had to take my nigga with the rock I buy? You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton Niggas terrified of comin from the young gun Hearin that they did it outta fear don't amaze me But it's mind blowin, so I'm flowin goin crazy Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run like a punk He shoulda had the gauge in the trunk For spunk is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big Now ya bout to smell the aftermath of what the mack did Wannabe suckers wanna test, I'm tellin you, yes The teflon's bout to rip through your fuckin vest Guess who? I'll make a mess of your crew quick The spirit Biggie Smalls and the comin'on clique, yeah God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead |
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| 5:13 |
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Makaveli in this Killuminati, all through your body.
The blows like a 12 guage shotty. Uhh Feel me. God said he should send his one begotten son To lead the wild in to the ways of the man. Follow me. Be my flesh, flesh and my flesh Come with me, Hail Mary, nigga run quick, see, what do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? La, la la la, la, la, la la I ain't a killa but don't push me revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted Peep the weakness in the rap game and showed it Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin Seein niggas comin for me, through my diamonds, when they glistenin Now pay attention, Rest me please father, I'm a ghost in these killin fields, Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a mad man Screams in the dark, evil lurks, enemies, see me flee Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim, some say the game is all corupted, fuck this shit, stuck, Niggas lucky if we bust out this shit, plus momma told me never stop until I bust a nut, fuck the world if they can't adjust. It's just as well Hail Mary. Penitentiary is packed, with promise makers Never realize the precious time the bitch niggas is wastin' Institutionalized I live my life a product Made to crumble, Much to hardened for a smile, were to crazy to be humble We ballin catch me father please cause I'm fallin, in the liquor store Pass the Hennessy I hear ya callin Can I get some more? Hail till I reach Hell, I ain't scared. Momma checkin in my bedroom I ain't there. I got a head wit no screws in it what can I do one life to live but I got nothin to lose Just me and you On a one way trip to prison Sellin drugs we all wrapped up in this livin Life as thugs To my homeboys in Clinton Max, doin there bid, Raise hell to this real shit and feel this When they turn out the lights I'll be down in the dark thuggin eternal through my heart Now Hail Mary Nigga They got an APB out on my thug family Since the Outlawz run these streets Like these scandalous freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down K blasted off Hennessy and Ty Chronic mixed Now I'm twisted, blisted and high Visions of me thug livin gettin' me by forever live, and I multiply survive by thugs When I die they won't cry Unless they comin with slugs. Peep the whole seen, and whatever goin on around me Brain kinda cloudy smoked and out feelin rowdy Ready wet the party up and whoever in that motherfucka Nasty new Street slugger My heat seeks suckas on a regula Mashin in a stolen Black ack Integera Cock back sixty seconds till the draw that's when I deadin ya Feet first ya gotta a nice gat but my heat's worse From a thug to preachin preachin church I gave you love now you eatin dirt needin work and I ain't the nigga to put you up on, cause word in bond When I was broke I had to hustle till dawn That's when sun came up There's only one way up, hold ya head stay up To all my nigga's get ya pay and wait up If it's on then it's on, we rate B-breaks Outlaws on a paper chase, can you relate to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealin wit fate Hoping God don't close the gate. We've been traveling on this wavy road, long time life can be a heavy load but we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't worry everything with corine We free like the bird in the tree We won't worry everything with corine Yes we free like the bird in the tree We runnin from the Penitentiary This is the time for reliberty Hail Mary, Hail Mary Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli tha Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Dayz |
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| 4:39 |
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It's just me against tha World (ooohhhhh ooohhhhh)
just me against tha world baby (ohhhhhh ohhhhhh) I got nothin' to lose it's just me against tha world ohhhhh stuck in tha game me against tha world baby Can you picture my prophecy? stress in tha city tha cops is hot for me tha projects is full of bullets tha bodies is droppin' there ain't no stoppin me constantly moven while maken millions witnessin' killins leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings caries tha children cause they're illin' addicted to killin' a near appeal from tha cap pealin' what i'm feelin' but will they last or be blasted, hard headed bastard maybe he'll listen in his casket tha aftermath more bodies being buried i'm losen my homies in a hurry they're relocating to tha cemetary got me worried stressin' my visions bluried tha question is will I live no one in tha world loves me i'm headed for danger don't trust strangers put one in tha chamber whatever i'm feelin' is anger don't wanna make excuses cause this is how it is what's tha use unless we're shootin' no one notices tha youth It's Just Me against tha World baby * ooohhhhh Me against tha world It's Just me against tha World It's Just Me Against tha World Me Against tha World cause it's just me against tha world baby Me against tha World (ooohhhh yeeah) I got nothin' ta lose It's Just me against tha world baby I got nothin' ta lose Could somebody help me? i'm out here all by myself seeing ladies in stores baby capones livin wealthy pictures of my birth on tha surface what i'm dreamin' seein' daddy seein' full of crooked deamons already crazy and screamin' I guess them nightmares as a child had me scared but left me prepared for awhile is there another route? for crooked outlaws that are in a villain of young thugs everday is more death plus i'm more rollin i'm seein more beatens for me to proceed with fear scheme on schemeing and leavin' their peeps grievin' cause ain't no bucks ta stack up my nuts is backed up i'm about ta act up go load tha mack up now watch me klack up try makin' fat cuts but yo it ain't workin and evils lurken I can see him smirken when I gets tha bourbon so what go put some work in/and make my mail makin' sells/risken 25 with a 'L' but oh well * Me Against tha World with nothin' ta lose it's just me against tha world It's just Me Against tha World baby Me Against tha world I got nothin' ta lose It's just Me Against tha World It's just Me Against tha World baby with nothin ta lose it's just me against tha world baby Me against tha world Me against tha world I got nothin' ta lose it's just me against tha World baby With all this extra stressin' tha question I wonder is after death I feel my last breath when will I finaly get to rest from this supression they punish tha people that's askin questions and those that possess steal from tha ones without possesions tha message I stress to make it stop study your lessons don't settle for less even tha genius asks questions be gratifull for blessins don't ever change keep your essense tha powers in tha people and tha politics we address always do your best don't let this pressure make ya panic and when ya get stranded and things don't go tha way ya planed it dreaming of richs in a position of makin' a difference polititions and hipocrites they don't wanna listen if i'm insane then tha fame ain't about ta change it wasn't nothin' like tha game it's just me Against tha World * Me against tha World nothin ta lose It's just Me Against tha world baby Me Against tha World got me stuck in tha game It's just Me Against tha World ooohhhh i'm outshining [???] tha news It's just me against tha world baby hahaha Me against tha World that's right... I know it seem hard someties, but uh... remember one thing through every dark night there's a bright day after that so no matter how hard it get stick ya chest out keep ya head up and handle it Me against tha World Me against tha world Me against tha world |
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How do you want it
How do you feel Comin' up as a ni**a in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real (x2) Love tha way you aggrevate your hips and push your a*s out gotta ni**a wantin' it's so bad i'm about to pa*s out wanna dig you and I can't even lie about it baby just eleviate your cloths time to fly up out it catch you at a club oh s**t, you got me fiendin' body talken s**t to me but I can't comprehend the meaning now if ya wanna roll with me then here's ya chance doin 80 on tha freeway wait police, catch me if they can forgive me i'm a ridah still i'm just a simple man all I want is money f**k tha fame i'm a simple man Mr. International Playa with tha pa*sport just like a ladder bi**h get you anything you ask for it's either him or me champagne, Hennessy a favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies witness as we creep to a low speed peep what a ho need puff some more weed funk, ya don't need approachin' hochies with a pa*sion been a long day but i've been drivin' by attraction in a strong way your body is bangin' baby I love it when ya flaunt it time to give it to daddy ni**a now tell me how you want it... How do you want it How does it feel Comin' up as a ni**a in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real (x2) Tell me is it cool to f**k ? you think I come to talk am I a fool or what ? positions on tha floor it's like erotic ironic cause i'm somewhat psychotic i'm hitten' switches on bi**hes like i been fixed with hydraulics up and down like a roller coaster come up beside ya I ain't quitin' till tha show is over cause i'm a ridah in and out just like a robbery i'll probably be a freak and let you get ontop of me get her rockin' these nights full of Alazhay a livin' legend you ain't heard about these ni**as played in cali days Deloris Tucker (blanked out) you's a muthaf**ker instead of tryin' to help a ni**a you destroy a brotha worst than tha others Bill Clinton Mr. Bob Dole You too old to understand tha way tha game is told your lame so I gotta hit you with tha high facts won't someone listen ? makin' millions ni**as top that they wanna censor me they ratha see me in a cell livin' in hell with only a few of us to live to tell now everybody talken about us I could give a f**k I'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss ni**a tell me how you want it..... How do you want it How do you feel Comin' up as a ni**a in tha cash game I'm livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real (x2) Raised as a youth tell truth I got tha scoop on how to get a bulletproof cause I jump on tha roof before I was a teenager mobile phone Skypager game rules i'm livin' major my advasaries is lookin' worried they paranoid of getten' buried one of us gonna see tha cemetary My only hope is survive If I wish to stay alive getten' high see tha demons in my eyes before I die I wanna live my life and ball make a couple million and then i'm chillin' fade'm all these taxs for me crossed up with people tryin' ta sue me media is in my business and they actin' like they know me but i'ma mash out peel out i'm murder quick that's with the whip'n f**ken steel out yeah ni**a, it's some new s**t so better get up on it When ya see me tell a ni**a how ya want it How do you want it ? How do you want it How does it feel Comin' up as a ni**a in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real (x8) |
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| 3:59 |
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I shall not fear no man but God
Though I walk through the valley of death I shed so many tears (if I should die before I wake) Please God walk with me (grab a nigga and take me to Heaven) Back in elementary, I thrived on misery Left me alone I grew up amongst a dyin breed Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest until I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest Tell me can you feel me? I'm not livin in the past, you wanna last Be tha first to blast, remember Kato No longer with us he's deceased Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets Now rest in peace Is there heaven for a G? Remember me So many homies in the cemetery, shed so many tears *Ahh, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears.. Lord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears Now that I'm strugglin in this business, by any means Label me greedy gettin green, but seldom seen And fuck the world cause I'm cursed, I'm havin visions of leavin here in a hearse, God can you feel me? Take me away from all the pressure, and all the pain Show me some happiness again, I'm goin blind I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin well I know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail? My life is in denial, and when I die, baptized in eternal fire I'll shed so many tears *Repeat Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer to embrace an early death, now there's nothin left There was no mercy on the streets, I couldn't rest I'm barely standin, bout to go to pieces, screamin peace And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it I had my mind full of demons tryin to break free They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin the flame inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game No memories, just a misery Paintin a picture of my enemies killin me, in my sleep Will I survive til the mo'nin, to see the sun Please Lord forgive me for my sins, cause here I come... *Repeat Lord knows I.. tried, been a witness to homicide Seen drivebys takin lives, little kids die Wonder why as I walk by Broken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin high This ain't the life for me, I wanna change But ain't no future right for me, I'm stuck in the game I'm trapped inside a maze See this Tanqueray influenced me to gettin crazy Disillusioned lately, I've been really wantin babies so I could see a part of me that wasn't always shady Don't trust my lady, cause she's a product of this poison I'm hearin noises, think she fuckin all my boys, can't take no more I'm fallin to the floor; beggin for the Lord to let me in to Heaven's door -- shed so many tears (Dear God, please let me in) Lord, I've lost so many years, and shed so many tears.. I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears Lord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears.. God, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears |
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| 4:00 |
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(What y'all want?)
Unconditional Love (no doubt) Talking bout the stuff that don't wear off It don't fade It'll last for all these crazy days These crazy nights Whether you wrong or you right I'm a still love you Still feel you Still there for you No matter what (hehe) You will always be in my heart With unconditional love Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings All my peers doing years beyond drug dealing How many caskets can we witness Before we see it's hard to live This life without God, so we must ask forgiveness Ask mama why I got this urge to die Witness the tears falling free from my eyes, before she could reply Though we were born without a silver spoon My broken down TV, show cartoons in my living room (hey) One day I hope to make it, a player in this game Mama don't cry, long as we try, maybe things change Perhaps it's just a fantasy A life where we don't need no welfare Shit with our whole family Maybe it's me that caused it, the fighting and the hurting In my room crying cause I didn't want to be a burden Watch mama open up her arms to hugging And I ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditionl love *In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see Though things change, the future's still inside of me We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love X2 Just got the message you've been calling all week Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak But you know, with you and me it's on G We could never be enemies, cause you been such a good friend to me Where would I be without my dogs No wonder why when times get hard Cause it ain't easy being who we are Driven by my ambitions, desire higher positions So I proceed to make Gs, eternally in my mission Is to be more than just a rap musician The elevation of today's generation If could make 'em listen Prison ain't what we need, no longer stuck in greed Time to plan, strategize, my family's gotta eat When we make somethin out of nothing No pleasure in the suffering, neighborhood would be good If they could cut out all the busting The liquor and the weed the cussing Sending love out to my block The struggle never stops (unconditional love) *Repeat I'll probably never understand ya ways With everyday I swear I hear ya Trying to change your ways while gettin paid at the same time Just had a baby with the same eyes Something inside, please let me die these are strange times How come I never made it Maybe it's the way the played it in my heart I knew one day I gotta be a star My hopes and all my wishes So many vivid pictures, and all the currency I'll never even get to see This fast life soon shatter us Cause after all the lights and screams Nothing but my dreams matter Hoping for better days Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry Cause everythang gonna be alright Just lay your head on my shoulder Don't worry bout a thang baby Girl I'm a soldier (huh) Never treated me bad, no matter who I was You still came with that, unconditional love *Repeat |
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You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion
Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought Nine millimeter kickin' thinking about what tha streets do to me Cause they never talk peace in tha black community All we know is violence, do tha job in silence Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants Too many brothers daily heading for tha big penn Niggas commin' out worse offthan when they went in Over tha years I done alot of growin' up Getten drunk thrown' up Cuffed up Then I said I had enough There must be another route, way out To money and fame, I changed my name And played a different game Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle If one more cop harrasses me I just might go psycho And when I gettem I'll hittem with tha bum rush Only a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed Yo, if your smart you'll really let me go 'G' But keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch tha uzi They got me trapped.... Chorus [Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down] They got me trapped [Naw, they can't keep tha black man down] Trapped [Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down] Trapped [Naw, they can't keep tha black man down] They got me trapped Can barely walk tha city streets Without a cop harrassing me, searching me Then asking my identity Hands up, throw me up against tha wall Didn't do a thing at all I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete Coppers try to kill me But they didn't know this was tha wrong street Bang bang, down another casualty But it's a cop who's shot there's brutality Who do you blame? It's a shame because tha mans slain He got caught in tha chains of his own game How can I feel guilty after all tha things they did to me Sweated me, hunted me Trapped in my own community One day i'm gonna bust Blow up on this society Why did ya lie to me ? I couldn't find a trace of equality Work me like a slave while they laid back Homie don't play that It's time I lett'em suffer tha payback I'm tryin to avoid physical contact I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack They got me trapped Chorus [Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down] You know they got me trapped [Naw, they can't keep tha black man down] Trapped [uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down] You know they got me trapped [Naw, they can't keep tha black man down] Now i'm trapped and want to find a getaway All I need is a 'G' and somewhere safe to stay Can't use tha phone Cause i'm sure someone is tappin in Did it before Ain't scared to use my gat again I look back at hindsite the fight was irrelevant But now he's tha devils friend Too late to be tellin' him He shot first and i'll be damned if I run away Homie is done away I should of put my gun away I wasn't thinkin' all I heard was tha ridicule Girlies was laughin', Tup sayin "Damn homies is dissin you" I fired my weapon Started steppin' in tha hurricane I got shot so I dropped Feelin' a burst of pain Got to my feet Couldn't see nothin' but bloody blood Now i'm a fugitive to be hunted like a murderer Ran through an alley Still lookin' for my getaway Coppers said Freeze, or you'll be dead today Trapped in a corner Dark and I couldn't see tha light Thoughts in my mind was tha nine and a better life What do I do ? Live my life in a prison cell I'd rather die than be trapped in a living hell They got me trapped Chorus [Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down] They got me trapped [Naw, they can't keep tha black man down] Trapped [uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down] You know they got me trapped [Naw, they can't keep tha black man down] Trapped |
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How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young ni**a, there's a Heaven for a 'G' Be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death My ni**as, we tha last ones left But life goes on..... As I bail through tha empty halls Breath stinkin' in my draws Ring, ring, ring Quiet y'all Incoming call Plus this my homie from high school He's getting bye It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry Life as a baller Alchol and booty calls We usta do them as adolecents Do you recall? Raised as G's Loc'ed out and blazed the weed Get on tha roof Let's get smoked out And blaze with me 2 in tha morning And we still high assed out Screamin' 'thug till I die' Before I passed out But now that your gone I'm in tha zone Thinkin' 'I don't wanna die all alone' But now ya gone And all I got left are stinkin' memories I love them ni**as to death I'm drinkin' Hennessy While tryin' ta make it last I drank a 5th for that ass When you passed.... Cause life goes on Yeah ni**a I got tha word as hell Ya blew trial and tha j***e gave you 25 with an L Time to prepare to do fed time Won't see parole Imagine life as a convict That's getten' old Plus with tha drama We're lookin out for your babies mama Taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her... Life in tha hood... Is all good for nobody Remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties Me and you No true a two While scheming on hits And gettin tricks That maybe we can slide into But now you burried Rest ni**a Cause I ain't worried Eyes bluried Sayin' goodbye at the cemetary Tho' memories fade I got your name tated on my arm So we both ball till' my dying days Before I say goodbye Kato, we're meant to rest in peace Thug till I die Bury me smilin' With G's in my pocket Have a party at my funeral Let every rapper rock it Let tha hoes that I usta know From way before Kiss me from my head to my toe Give me a paper and a pen So I can write about my life of sin A couple bottles of Gin Incase I don't get in Tell all my people i'm a Ridah Nobody cries when we die We outlaws Let me ride Until I get free I live my life in tha fast lane Got police chasen me To my ni**as from old blocks From old crews Ni**as that guided me through Back in tha old school Pour out some liquor Have a toast for tha homies See we both gotta die But ya chose to go before me And brothas miss ya while your gone You left your ni**a on his own How long we mourn Life goes on Life goes on homie Gone on, cause they passed away Ni**as doin' life Ni**as doin' 50 and 60 years and sh*t I feel ya ni**a, trust me I feel ya You know what I mean Last year We poured out liquor for ya This year ni**a, life goes on We're gonna clock now Get money Evade b*tches Evade tricks Give players plenty space And basicaly just represent for you baby Next time you see your ni**as Your gonna be on top ni**a Their gonna be like, 'Goddamn, them ni**as came up' That's right baby Life goes on And we up out this b*tch Hey Kato, Mental Y'all ni**as make sure it's popin' when we get up there Don't front |
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| 12. |
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So I fucked your bitch
You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is Niggas we bring it to {Take Money} [ha ha, that's alright] First off, fuck your bitch And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys Niggas fuck for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How i'll leave yah Cut your young ass up See yah in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Don't fuck with real ass G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace I'll let them niggas know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night [ha ha] Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill Fuck with me And get your caps peeled You know, See Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit 'em up Check this out You mutha-fuckas know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah Bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pass the mac And let me hit 'em in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right For setting up traps Little accident murderers And I ain't never heard of yah Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Gaurd your rank Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block I'm running through nigga And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In front of yah nigga With the ready power Tucked in my Guess Under my Eddie Bower Your clout petty sour I push packages ever hour I hit 'em up Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, We hit 'em up Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggas getting killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a Shermine Niggas think they learned to fly But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die Talking about you Getting Money But its funny to me All you niggas living bummy While you fucking with me? I'm a self made Millioniare Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air {Air} [Ha Ha] Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the bitch to let you sleep on the house Now its all about versace You copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my A-K I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up |
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Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon
making ni**as die witnessin' breathless imperfections can you picture my specific plan to be the man in this wicked land,underhanded hits are planned scams are plotted over grams and rocks when undercover agents die by the random shots we all die in the end, so the feds we swore I was all about my ends, f**k friends and foes me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata got me a dog get ni**a Mobb bi**h ni**a eata what could they do to me that little brat s**t them ni**as shot me and still terrified, I'll get their a*s how can I show you how I feel inside we outlawz motherf**kas can't kill my pride ni**as talk a lot of s**t but that's after im gone cause they fear me in physical form let it be known I'm troublesome *tra la la la la la all ya ni**as die(several times) trouble s**t gutter ways my mentality is ghetto we're guerillas in this criminal war, we all rebels death before dishonor bet on bomb on them first ni**as do we came for murder, pullin' up in a herse westside was the war cry bustin' all freely screaming f**k all ya'll ni**as in Swahili pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back release me to care of my heartless strap say my name three times like Candyman bet I roll on your a*s like an avalance a soul survivor, learned to get high and pull drive bys burned my folks, can't control my nine hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please busta a*s motherf**kas tried to flee picture me lettin this chump survive redin' up on his a*s when I'm doped and died cause I'm troublesome *repeat murder murder my mind states s**t ain't change since my last rhyme the crime rate ain't decline ni**as bustin' shots like they lost their mind like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind tell me young ni**a never learned a thang dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry try to warn the little ni**a either stop or die mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream afraid to sleep in havin' of crazy dreams vivid pictures of my enemies and family times God to forgive me cause it's wrong but I plan to die need to take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep did the best I could, raised in insanity or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life ain't nothing worse than this cursed a*s hopeless life cause I'm troublesome |
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Brenda's got a Baby
Brenda's got a Baby I hear Brenda's got a baby Well, Brenda's barely got a brain A damn shame Tha girl can hardly spell her name (That's not her problem, that's up ta Brenda's family) Well let me show ya how it affects tha whole community Now Brenda never really knew her moms and her dad was a junky Went in debt to his arms, it's sad Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know Just cause your in tha ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation Do whatever it takes ta resist tha temptation Brenda got herself a boyfriend Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch tha joy end She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she Went out and had a church of kids As long as when tha check came they got first dibs Now Brendas belly is gettin bigger But no one seems ta notice any change in her figure She's 12 years old and she's having a baby In love with tha molester, whose sexed and crazy And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together, whatever He left her and she had tha baby solo, she had it on tha bathroom floor And didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away and what ta keep She wrapped tha baby up and threw him in tha trash heep I guess she thought she'd get away Wouldn't hear tha cries She didn't realize How much tha little baby had her eyes Now tha babys in tha trash heep balling Momma can't help her, but it hurts ta hear her calling Brenda wants ta run away Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, tha social workers here everyday Now Brenda's gotta make her own way Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed So now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sell So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell It's payin tha rent, so she really can't complain Prostitute, fair slang, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby Baaaaaaaaby (don't you know she's got a baby) Repeat 5x |
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Change... Shit,
I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it takes for any of ya'll niggas to get up out tha hood Shit, I'm with ya I ain't mad at cha got nothin' but love for ya do your thing boy Yeah, All the homies that I ain't talked to in awhile I'm a send this out to y'all know what I mean ? Cuz, I ain't mad at cha heard all of y'all tearing up shit out there Kickin' up dust givin' a mutha-fuck Yeah, niggas Cuz, I ain't mad at cha Now, we were once two niggas of the same kind quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You were just a little smaller but you still rolled Got stressed the [?Wide Eight?] and hit the hood stroll remember when ya had a Jerry Curl ? Didn't quite learn On the block With ya glock trippin' of Sherm Collect calls to the tip Sayin' how ya changed Oh you a Muslim now No more dope game Heard you might be coming home Just got bail wanna go to the Mosque Don't wanna chase tail I seems I lost my little homie He's a changed man Hit the penn Now, no sinnin' is the game plan When I talk about money All you see is the struggle When I tell ya, I'm livin' large you tell me, its trouble Congratulation on the wedding I hope your wife know She got a playa for life And that's no bullshitin' I know we grew apart You probably don't remember I usta fiend for your sister But never went up in her And I can see us after school We'd bomb on the first mutha-fucka with tha wrong shit on And now, the whole shits changed and we don't even kick it got a big money scheme And you ain't even with it Knew in my heart You were the same mutha-fucka bad Go toe to toe when it's time to roll You got a brothas back And I can't even trip cause i'm just laughin' at ya You tryin' hard to maintain And go ahead Cuz, I ain't mad at cha |
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Oh, Yeah...
I Get Around... Still clownin' with the Underground where we come around Stronger than ever... Back to get freck, All respect to those who break their neck To keep their hos in check 'Cuz, oh, they sweat up rather majorly And I don't know why your girl keeps paging me. She tell me that she needs me Cries when she leaves me And every time she sees me she squeeze me. Lady take it easy... Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don't want it if it's that easy. And yo bus' it, baby got a problem saying bye bye Just another hazard of a fly guy. You ask why... don't matter My pockets got fatter, now everybody's looking for the ladder. And ain't no need in be greedy, If you wanna see me try a beeper number baby when you need me. And I'll be there in a jiffy.. Don't be picky. Just be happy with this quicky... But when you learn, you can't tie me down Baby doll... check it out... I get around.. (Round and round) The Underground just don't stop for hos I get around. Hey yo Shock, let them hos know... Now you can tell from my everday fits, I ain't rich So cease and desist with them tricks (Tricks) I'm just another black man caught up in the mix (Mix) Trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents. (A dime and a nickel) Just 'cuz I'm a freak don't mean that we could hit the sheets Baby, I can see that you don't recognize me. I'm Shock-G, the one who put the satin on your panties Never knew a hooker that could sham me. I get around. What's up love, how you doin'? (All right) Well I've been hangin' sangin, tryin' to do my thang Oh, you heard that I was bangin' Your home girl you went to school with That's cool, but did she tell you about her sister and your cousin thought I wasn't See, weekends were made for Michelob But it's a Monday, my day, So just let me hit it, yo And don't mistake me for a clown We can keep in the down low long as you know That I get around. (Round and round) 2Pac in the town don't stop for ho's I get around. Why ain call you (hahaha.. please) Fingertips on the hip says I tip Gotta get a tight grip, don't slip Loose lips, sank ships, it's a trip, I love the way she licks her lips See me jockin', put a little twist in her hips 'cuz I'm watchin' Conversations on the phone 'til the break of dawn, Now we all alone, why the lights on? Turn 'em off, time to set it off Get you wet 'n' soft, Something's on your mind, let it off. You don't know me, You just met me, You won't let me, Well if I couldn't have it, (silly rabbit) Why you sweat me? It's a lot of real G's doin' time 'Cuz a groupy bit the trooper told a lie. You picked the wrong guy, baby if you're too fly You need to hit the dough, search for a new guy. 'Cuz I only got one night in town, Break down and be clown, Baby doll and you down, I get around (Round and round) |
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| 4:29 |
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Come on come on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself is life worth living should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares one less hungry mouth on the welfare First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other It's time to fight back that's what Huey said 2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers and that's how it's supposed to be How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? I'd love to go back to when we played as kids but things changed, and that's the way it is Bridge w/ changing ad libs Come on come on That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is aww yeah Repeat -2- I see no changes all I see is racist faces misplaced hate makes disgrace to races We under I wonder what it takes to make this one better place, let's erase the wasted Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right 'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight and only time we chill is when we kill each other it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And although it seems heaven sent We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks But some things will never change try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game Now tell me what's a mother to do bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you You gotta operate the easy way "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid," Well hey, well that's the way it is Bridge Talking: We gotta make a change... It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes. Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live and let's change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta do, to survive. -3- And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp slap you up You gotta learn to hold ya own they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone But tell the cops they can't touch this I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool my mama didn't raise no fool And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs some buck that I roughed up way back comin' back after all these years rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh |
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California...knows how to party.
California...knows how to party. In the citaaay of L.A. In the citaaay of good ol' Watts In the citaaay, the city of Compton. We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin! Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness The track hits ya eardrum, like a slug to ya chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat the state where ya never find a dance floor empty. And pimps be on a mission for them greens lean mean money-makin'-machines servin' fiends. I been in the game for ten years makin' rap tunes ever since honeys was wearin' sassoon. Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me diamonds shinin' lookin' like I robbed Liberace. It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin' pay Throw up a finger if ya' feel the same way Dre puttin' it down for Californ-i-a. California....knows how to party California....knows how to party In tha citaaay of LA In tha citaaay of good ol' Watts In tha citaaay of Compton We Keep it Rockin' We Keep it Rockin' Yeah, now make it shake! come on! Shake Shake it baby Shake Shake it, Shake it baby Shake Shake it, Shake it Cali (Shake it Cali) Shake Shake it baby Shake Shake it Shake Shake it mama Shake it Cali Out on bail fresh outta jail California dreamin' Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearin' hoochies screamin'. Fiendin' for money and alcohol the life of a west side playa' where cowards die, it's our ball Only in Cali where we riot now rallies are live and die. In L.A. we wearin' chucks not Ballies. (yea, that's right) Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do. Flossin' but havin' caution we collide with other crews. Famous because we program worldwide let'em recognize from Longbeach to Roscran Bumpin' and Grindin' like a slow jam it's west side so you know the Row won't bow down to no man. Say what you say but give me that bomb beat from Dre let me serenade the streets of L.A. From Oakland to Sacktown The Bay area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love! California.....knows how to party California.....knows how to party In tha Citaaay of LA In tha Citaaay of good ol' Watts In tha City of Compton We keep it Rockin' We Keep it Rockin' yeah, yeah now make it shake...uuhhh |
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(Pac)
Yeah, clear enough for ya. Why niggas look mad. y'all supposed to be happy I'm free. Y'all niggaz look like you wanted me to stay in jail Cold bustas. Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz. I got no love for these niggas, There's no need to be friends. They got me under survailance. That's what somebody be tellin' me. Know theres dope being sold, but I ain't the one sell'in Don't want to be another number. I got a proper gang of weed to keep from goin under. The federales wanna see me dead. Niggas put prices on my head. Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed. I feed em lead. Now on release. How will I live? Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did? To feed kids. One life to live. It's so hard to be positive When niggas shootin at your crib. Mama, I'm still thuggin' The world is a war zone. My homies is inmates And most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man Still scheming on ways to put some green inside the palms Of my empty hands. Just picture me rollin'. Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen. My dreams is scensored. My hopes are gone. I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone. My nerves is wrecked. Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen. Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin. Picture me rollin. Can you see me now Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture Can you see it? Picture me rollin. Yeah nigga Eh, but peep how my nigga Syke duke do it. Guess who's back? (Syke) I got keys comin from overseas. Cost a nigga 200 G's. I'm a street comando. Nino for example. This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle. So I got to floss cuz I'm more like a boss playa. Thug granted to be a women layer So many playa haters, imitaters steady swangin. Make me wanna start bank bangin. So I'm caught up in the game. Let's go change. Packin 40 glocks. Contain or rearrange. All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies While I'm sippin on remy. In front of black lacs, chevies on the roam. 96 big bodies sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, Stone facing is on. You can admire but don't look too long. I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin. It's hard to imagine. Picture me rollin. (Danny Boy) Picture, picture me, picture me rollin Rollin, picture me rollin Wheelin, picture me rollin in Picture me yea yeah (CPO) I gots to get the fuck up in. Formulate a caper. Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper. My bitch fin to have a bastard, see? So I need to hit a lick, drastically. I see some ballin ass niggas and they slippin in my spot And, uh, diggin their plots. Check in the park, Pac. (Pac) We caught em sleepin. He didnt peep two niggas creepin. This how we do it every weekend And I dump for madness(?) It's time to count the profit. CPO, we got the bomb spot. Nigga, time to clock it. I get the liquor and you could get the females. This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales. (CPO) Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9. I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine. Now we satisfied. Got the pockets on swollen. Boss hog and this Pac nigga. Picture us rollin. (Pac) Heh, heh, heh. Y'all ready for me? Picture me rollin roll call. You know there's some mother fuckers out there I just could not forget about. I wanna make sure they can see me. Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities, All you bitch asses. Can you niggas see me from there? Ballin on yo mark ass. Heh, ha ha! Picture me rollin, baby. Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks, I told yall niggas when I come home it's on. That's right nigga, picture me rollin Oh, I forgot....the DA(district attorney) Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court. Can the ho see me from here? Can you see me, ho? Picture me rollin'. And all you punk police, can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin' nigga, legit. Free like OJ all day You can't stop me. You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker. Noope, Pain, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme Can you picture us rollin? Can you see me ho? Is y'all ready for me . We up out this bitch. Any time y'all wanna see me again, Rewind this track right here, close your eyes And picture me rollin. |
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| 3:53 |
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Yeah! This for my nigga Kato
It's still on nigga Thug Life, Thugs for life Ha Ha yeah, how long will they mourn me Yeah nigga 2Pac in this muthafucka All my homies drinking liquor Tears in everybody's eyes Niggas cried to mourn a homies homicide But I can't cry instead I'm just a shoulder Damn, why they take another soldier I load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry I'll get them suckas back before your buried (shit) Retaliate and pull a 187 do real niggas get to go to heaven ? How long will they mourn me, bury me a muthafuckin 'G' Bitch don't wanna die then don't fuck with me It's kinda hard to be optimistic When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted Y'all don't hear me doe, I'm trying hard to make amends But I'm losing all my muthafuckin friends (damn) They should've shot me when I was born Now I'm trapped in the muthafuckin' storm How long will they mourn me ? I wish it would have been another How long will they mourn me How long will they mourn my brother (Got them niggas all dead and shit) How long will they mourn me I wish it would have been another (Nate Dogg) How long will they mourn me How long will they mourn my brother (Gotta keep this shit goin' on, Yo Syke) How long will they mourn me Every muthafuckin' day homie You stayed down when tha other niggas didn't know me From my heart to the trigga you my fuckin' nigga And things won't be the same without ya nigga I remember kickin' back, you wanted to lack And goin' half on a muthafuckin' hundred sack Smokin' blunt after blunt and steady drinkin' Hung around so much, you knew what I was thinkin' Tell me Lord, why you take big Kato ? So confused not knowing which way to go I'm goin crazy and runnin' out of fuckin' time I can't take it, I'm losin' my fuckin' mind So day after day ride after ride We'll hook up on the other side Watch over your family and your newborn Till we meet again homie How long will they mourn me ? I wish it would have been another (Yo Kato) How long will they mourn me (It's still on nigga) How long will they mourn my brother How long will they mourn me I wish it would have been another (Yeah) How long will they mourn me How long will they mourn my brother (Rated R, Double Jeopardy, Mack 10) Damn a nigga tired of feeling sad I'm tired of putting in work I'm tired of cryin while watching my homies leave the earth I know soon one day I'll be in the dirt And my peoples'll be mournin' When they get a call from the coroner All niggas can say is that's fucked up And get tossed up Reminiscing how we grew up (my nigga) Rest and love to my nigga Kato See you in the crossroads real soon For now let me pour out some brew I'll be always thinkin' of ya homie Rest in peace How long will they mourn me ? Ya know life's a fuckin' trip And everybody gotta go But why the fuck it have to be my nigga Kato Another nigga fell victim to the chrome It's enough to make you crazy It's fuckin' with my dome Ya only live once on this earth A nigga had it bad, since the day of my mutahfuckin' birth But niggas say they down and they always be my homie But when a nigga gone How long will ya mourn me ? Yeah! I wish it would have been another (Mack 10 in this muthafucka) Yeah, how long will ya mourn me How long will ya mourn my bother (Thug Life boy, Nate blowin' that shit, Nate Dogg do that shit nigga) I wish it would have been another Yeah! How long will ya mourn me How long will ya mourn my brother (This for my nigga Kato and all his kids) How long will ya mourn me I wish it would have been another How long will ya mourn my brother |
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| 4:44 |
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Lord have mercy, father help us all
since you supplied your phone number, i can't help but call time for action, conversatin, we relaxin, kickin back got ya curious about thug passion, now picture that tongue kissin, hand full of hair, look in my eyes time to make the bed rock, baby look how it rise me and you movin in the nude, do it in the living room sweatin up the sheets, it's the thug in me i be the ? when i tongue kiss your neck, i go a long way to get you, what do you expect late night, hit the highway, drop the top i pull over, gettin busy in the parking lot picture-look it how i lick your hips and glide kiss you soft on your stomach, push my love inside got ya lost in a love zone, stuck in the lust i got the bedroom shakin back, breakin when we're tossin' it up What's your phone number, i get around cali love to my true thugs, picture me now still down for that death row sound, searchin for pay days no longer dre day, arive derche long and forgotten, plottin for plottin-child's play check your sexuality, as fruity as this alize quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move cross DEATH ROW, now who you gonna run to like those other suckers cuz you similiar pretendin to be hard-oh my god-check your temperature screamin compton, but you can't return, you ain't heard brothas pissed cuz you switched and escaped to the burbs mob on to this new era, cuz we untouchable still can't believe you got pac rushin, uppin you bless the real, all the rest get killed, who can you trust only time reveals...toss it up! 2pac commentary... |
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| 4:40 |
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You are appreciated...
When I was young, me and my mama had beef 17 years old kicked out on tha streets though back in tha time, I never thought I'd see her face ain't a woman alive that can take my mommas place suspended from school, scared ta go home I was a fool with tha big boys breaking all tha rules shed tears with my baby sister over tha years we wuz poorer than tha other little kids and even though we had different dadies tha same drama when things went wrong we blamed mama I reminised on tha stress I caused, it wuz hell hugg'en on my mama from a jail cell and who'ed think in elementry, heeeey i'd see tha penatentry One day running from tha Police, that's right Momma catch me--put a whoop'en to my backside and even as a crack fiend mama, ya always was a black queen mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy--trying ta raise a man ya always wuz commited, a poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it there's no way I can pay ya back but tha plan is ta show ya that I understand. you are appreciated...... *Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya Ain't nobody tell us it wuz fair no luv for my daddy, cause tha coward wuzn't there he pa*sed away and I didn't cry cause my anger, wouldn't let me feel for a stranger they say i'm wrong and i'm heartless but all along I wuz looking for a father--he wuz gone I hung around with tha thug's and even though they sold drugs they showed a young brother luv I moved out and started really hang'in I needed money of my own so I started slang'in I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks It feels good, putting money in your mailbox I love paying rent when tha rents due I hope ya got tha diamond necklace that I sent to you cause when I wuz low, you was there for me ya never left me alone, cause ya cared for me and I can see ya coming home after work late ya in tha kitchen trying ta fix us a hot plate just working with tha scraps you wuz given and mama made miracles every Thanksgiving but now tha road got rough, your alone trying ta raise two bad kids on your own and there's no way I can pay ya back but my plan is ta show ya that I understand you are appreciated..... *repeat Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya pour out some liquor and I remenise cause through tha drama, I can always depend on my mama and when it seems that i'm hopeless you say tha words that can get me back in focus when I wuz sick as a little kid ta keep me happy theres no limit to tha things ya did and all my childhood memories are full of all tha sweet things ya did for me and even though I act craaaazy I got ta thank tha Lord that ya maaaade me There are no words that can express how I feel Ya never kept a secret, always stayed real and I appreciate how ya raised me and all tha extra love that ya gave me I wish I could take tha pain away If you can make it through tha night, there's a brighter day everything'll be alright if ya hold on it's a strugle everyday gotta roll on and there's no way I can pay ya back but my plan is ta show ya that I understand you are appreciated....... *repeat Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya, Sweeeet Laaaady Laaaady...[fades]...Laaaady |
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| 11. |
| 4:34 |
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You probably crooked as the last trick
Wanna laugh about how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch? Thinking I had her but she had me in the long run Its just my luck I'm stuck fuckin with wrong one, uh Wise decisions based on lies we living Skandalous times is games like my religion You could be rolling with a thug Instead you with this sweet scrub Looking for some love In every club, I see you standing like you want it Well baby if ya got it better flaunt it Let the liquor help you get up on it I'm still tipsy from last night Bumpin in walls as I pause Addicted to the fast life I try to holler but you tell me you're taken Sayin you ain't impressed with the money I'm make Guess its true what they telling me Fresh out of jail lights hell for a black celebrity So thats the reason why I call And maybe you with it Fantasies of the sweatin Can I hit it? (hahaha) Addicted to the things you do Its still true what I'm saying Boo Cause this is All About U Every other city we go Every other video (its all about you) No matter where I go I see the same hoe [repeat] I'll make a promise if ya go with me Just let me know, I'll have you hollering My name out before I leave Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga I only hang out with the criminals and the drug dealers I love niggas Cause we coming from the same place Witness me holler at a hoochie, see how quick the game takes How can I tell her I'm a playa And I don't even care Creep though Weed smokes in the air Everywhere I go, its all about the groupie hoes waiting for niggas at the end of every show I just seen ya in my friends video Never put you on my friends so here we go Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm going through It's All About U (Yeah nigga, its All About U) [Chorus 2X] Is you sick from the dick or is it the flu? It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew Every other city we go and every video Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe You think it's all about you? Well, boo, I gets down like Dru and my nasty new niggas, too You couldn't hold me back It'll take a fatter track, a lyrical attack Or perhaps it was a visual bluff When I started to snaps all your ?? Straight in control ?Flows are full? Why hold a cold stroll? Coldest set I told you I'm as gold And that's gold diggin Cold diggin a ?? I slide in easily Try a grizzly Sluts know the cuts I came to fuck Try skeezin me Runnin up in this It's like ?? when I bring ya the most I fuck a bitch from the West coast [Chorus 4X] (You know what I'm saying?) Every other city we go I see the same hoes In the studio, that kickin it in the video It's gotta be the same ass and thighs But you's a groupie baby, and don't look surprised I can see it in your eyes, that you ain't nothing but a trick Hanging with us, for some superstar dick Want an autograph placed on her napkin After she asks "Ain't you the Top Dogg and don't you be rappin?" She know whats crackin Peep shows like Luke From the limos, down to the Lexus coupes We be flossin, and all females love that Especially when you're dope, platinum, and your own ? So when I met you I really didn't have to say much Cause me alone Just made you want to taste and touch Don't be trippin if I run up in you and your whole crew I'ma still let you know girl, that it's all about you |
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| 4:33 |
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| 4:41 |
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Ahh, Suge what did I tell you nigga,
when I come out of jail what was I gonna do I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, nigga Them binoculars Ha ha ha ha, yah nigga time to ride Grab your bullet proof vest nigga cause its gonna be a long one Now me and Quik gonna tell you niggas how its like on this side The real side Now on this ride its gonna be some real mutha-fuckas and there is gonna be some pussys Now the real niggas are gonna be the ones with money and bitches The pussys are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleeding Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride gets tricky See you got some niggas on your side That say they your friends But in real life they your enemies And then you got some mutha-fuckas that say they your enemies But in real life they eyes is on your money See the enemies say the truth But in real life those niggas will be the snitches Its a dirty game y'all Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with Cause the shit get wild y'all Keep your mind on your riches, Baby Keep your mind on your riches 9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder me From the hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me Shit I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed Nothing more I despise than a liar and cowards die My mama told me When I was to see Just a vicious mutha fucker while these devils left me free I proceed to make them shiver when I deliver Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli Niggas is waiting for some thug shit thats what they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinite Immortal Outlaw Switching up on you ordinary bitches like the south bore you bit less And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased Will be another moment ballin' as a G I rip the crowd then I start again Internally I live in sin untill the moment that they let me breathe again The heartz of men The Heartz of Men My lyrical verge with so much pain that To some niggas it hurts My guns bust And if you ain't one of us it gets worse Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll and fly mode I'm an homicidal outlaw and five-o get your lights on Fight long, tonights gonna be a fucking fight so we might roll My own homies saying I'm heart less But I'm a G to this 'til the day I'm gone thats regardless Drive-by and niggas bow down I thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now Throw up your hands if your thugged out First nigga act up first nigga getting drugged out I can be a villian if yah let me I'll Mutha fuck yah if yah too upset me tell the cops to come and get me rip the crowd like a phone number Start again, don't have no mutha fuckin' friends nigga Look inside the heartz of men In The Heartz of Men In The Heartz of Men To all me niggas engaged in making money in the fifty states Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch No longer living in fear my pistol close in hand Convinced this is my year like I'm the chosen man Give me my money and label me as a Don If niggas is having problems smoke fire and bomb them I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics as if its a game of crack Thugishness is in my spirit I'm lost and not knowing scar'd up but still flowing energized and still going Uhh, can it be fate that makes a sick mutha fucka break On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake What will it take? Give me that bass line I'm feeling bombed Deathrow baby don't be alarmed The homie Quik gave a nigga beat and let me start again Represent cause I've been sent The heartz of men |
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