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<lyrics>Uhh.. dear Mr. President
Whas happenin? I'm writin you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected Ain't nothin changed All the promises you made, before you got elected.. .. they ain't came true [2Pac] Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President (Me and my homies is wonderin what's goin on.. holla!) Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood Send mo' troops.. Why should I lie, when I can dramatize? Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick My heaviest verse'll move a mountain Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin Fuck the friendships, I ride alone Destination Death Row, finally found a home Plus all my homies want to die, call it euthanasia Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin on? Figure if we high they can train us but then America fucked up and blamed up I guess it's cause we black that we targets My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit In case you don't know, I let my pump go Get ride for M'Thulu like I ride for Geronimo Down to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter to the President Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops (What should I do?) Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops [E.D.I. Amin] Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless and young soul bros, ready to rode a starship Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that want to ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt It's the only thing makin pay besides smoke and work On a mission listen more chips my goal and position First on my decision I realized the same nigga Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better But you keep, tellin us, that it is while your motherfuckin troops keep killin our kids, dig Don't be surprised if you see us Dumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops [Kastro] Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke Fightin first my trained brain until it's not so It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care for a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail But why'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share Til why'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here Me and these 223'sll freeze the biggest with ease I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees and I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President Shit is still fucked up why'all And why'all wonder when it's gon' get better and it ain't gon' get better [2Pac] Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up.. Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly I want to meet the President, but will he meet me? He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug Nigga We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin How hypocritical is Liberty? That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me My history, full of casket and scars My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin hard Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God? Somewhere in the middle of my mind is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin let him die Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin in my own blood Lookin for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs Down to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter to the President [Big Syke] Blacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin low? why'all sniffin blow and postin what they hittin fo'? Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid Look what you made, little kids gettin sprayed Day after day, and night after night Battles and wars to the daylight We might change and rearrange if you do somethin Til then we gonna keep it comin, Mr. President Hehe And I meant every word in my letter to the President [2Pac] Word motherfuckin life Fuck this nigga think? Cuttin taxes, takin off welfare We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin? Motherfuckers crazier than a motherfuckin ?? Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga We fin' to hustle til we come up Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. Clinton, shit It's gettin harder and harder for a motherfucker to make a dollar in these here streets I mean shit, I hear you screamin peace But we can't find peace til my little niggaz on these streets get a piece I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me So why don't you help a nigga out? Sayin you cuttin welfare That got us niggaz on the street, thinkin who in the hell care? Shit, why'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks but why'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin dollars What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool? We ain't stupid Think you got us lookin to lose Tryin to turn all us young niggaz into troops You want us to fight your war What the fuck I'm fightin for? Shit, I ain't got no love here I ain't had a check all year Taxin, all the blacks and police beatin me in the streets Fuck peace These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops |
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You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz War Time War Time, it's either yourz or mine Outlawz be on a grind, and a mission to shine And ride on em', leave em' stuck and fucked from the gate Set it straight, regulate wit' a bomb I'm about to detonate (Boom!) Hesitate, aww, now you know what ya'll niggaz were here to go If you know it was good for ya Buncha toy souljahs all dressed in fatigue But I'm Edi Amin on a mission to make em bleed Nigga what?, Nigga who? It was cool? and at you?, what the fuck is gone do? Barbecue and boo-hoo Ride or die, get money all at the same time Split the pie with the homie, ball at the same time Any nigga splippin', fall at the same time We all links in the chain, tryin to gain, do time We all see the sunshine But when you could do yourz, we'll bring these muthafuckas war You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz As I approach the scene, from smokin' green Got my eyes closed, niggaz so cold on my foes I make em' die froze Watch me make em' bleed, make em' G's Lord help me wit'it Got me paintin' pictures of a mil-ticket Help me get'it See me and pray for options but the pressures nonstop Niggaz get the pistol poppin' And watch they body drop I'm a lethal threat, watch me hit your set Flash on, blast on them bitch-made niggaz wit' my mask on Do it for profit, plus I'm, lookin for punks to bust on If you ain't screamin' WestSide, you can get the fuck on I'm seein' demons hittin' weed Got me hearin' screamin' Scared to go to sleep, watch the scene like a dope-fiend Probably be punished for it, though you can't ignore it I live the life of a thug nigga, and die for it Niggaz pass the clip and watch me bring em to the floor I got some shit that they ain't ready for (What you got?) I got the Secretz of War You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz We do this thug life shit, like 4, 5, 6, dick em' Down wit' no rounds left up in the pound when the sounds (Here we go) Squeeze the lead off, I blow his mutha fuckin' head off Signal all the other outlawz to get this shit set off Yaki Kadafi, it ain't a cop here to stop me These streetz is black hockey and raw we get sloppy Put a pamper on your silly ass prestyle grammar Locked in the slammer, while I'm layed cocked back like a hammer Ya'll newly weds that in honey moons, times bout up Ya'll, that means I leave no trace found with you face, bounce, stuck Your pig scanners can't come close touch or even hit me Doin' my dirt, puttin' in work, you see shit, what you gonna do? You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz Yo, we go to war We check the murder rate percentage Niggaz is finished Get blood checks from clinics This thug shit is in us Flowin' through my system, you a victim Blunts, I twist em', fuck the whole world It's us against them you got some heat? Pull it out Cock the hammer if you wit' it, don't make No difference here, with the 25 to life sentence We already doin' life on the streetz Like algae, niggaz be heated, when they walkin' the beat This shit is flaky, makin' backs shaky, niggaz hate me Scared to face me, knowin' that the Outlawz blaze me Pull me up on game, put me up on a hustle Once I suck my money muscle, all the G's got devils Movin' shit like a dollar, beatin' niggaz like Rodney Turn a killa like Kadafi, and a nuke stream to stop me You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz We go to war Bring it on And all you lil' young ass souljahs You play this shit back about fifteen times You'll have enough game to roll up in a club or somethin Teach these bitches a lil' somethin', you know what I mean? |
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I feel you {uhh} .. (baby don't) but you can't, you can't give up {Hey.. 2Pac what?} [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {Outlawz} Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {Keep ya head up} [2Pac] Now here's a story bout a woman with dreams So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while I could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek Sheddin quiet tears in the back seat; so when she asked me, "What would you do if it was you?" Couldn't answer such a horrible pain to live through I tried to trade places in the tragedy I couldn't picture three crazed niggaz grabbin me For just a moment I was trapped in the pain, Lord come and take me Four niggaz violated, they chased and they raped me Even though it wasn't me, I could feel the grief Thinkin with your brains blown that would make the pain go No! You got to find a way to survive cause they win when your soul dies [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby please don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {never give up} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up} Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry [Edi Amin] Uhh Forget him girl (forget him girl) he ain't gon' never change I ain't no hater but that nigga lost in the game After the bright lights and big thangs he probably could loev you, but he in love with the struggle Everyday, his mind on gettin mo' (gettin mo') and never your feelings, he's chasin millions fo' sho' Uh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn) Another wild-ass nigga that's gon' drive you crazy You got too much, mo', livin to do - I'm spittin this to you, cause you deserve more than what he givin to you (that's right) Beautiful, black, precious, and complicated A new millennium dime piece, so fine she got em all stuck standin still when she come through Baby take a little mo' time, love'll find you And show us the sky's blue somebody other than me gon' give you everything you need, feel me? {Don't cry-ahhhhh..} [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright} Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {keep your head up} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up} Even when the road is hard, never give up {no no.. ohhhh} Baby don't cry [Young Noble] I'm tryin to do all that I can, from jump Now you losin, you was choosin the wrong man Dealt the wrong hand, you was young and beautiful Lost and turned out, what you let that nigga do to you? (Damn) I knew her since elementary, she blew a kiss to me Wrote me a note in crayon, wantin to get with me We was kids, now she got three kids They see their father e'ryday, and they don't know who he is Seen him last night, homey roll a E-class Mad cheese in the stash, still a deadbeat dad I bring her, Pampers and food, just to stop through But those, ain't my seeds, nuttin really I could do (nah) I feel pity for you, you ain't even his wife Seventeen with three kids, locked down for life Shoulda chose me, she bout to O.D. from the pressure Hell nah I won't let her {BABY DON'T CRY} [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright} Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby don't cry} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby baby baby} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {no..} Even when the road is hard, never give up {no-ohhhh} Baby don't cry, I gotta keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {ooooh baby} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {keep your head up} {keep your head up, never give up} Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry [Young Noble] Uhh, uhh, yeah, don't give up {you'll be alright} Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry [Edi Amin] For all the ladies {Soulshock, Karlin} Baby don't cry Got to keep your head up {keep your head up} Makaveli lives on {head up} aight?
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[E.D.I Amin] I speak For all my niggaz livin' in the rush Slow it down just a notch baby It's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright [2Pac + E.D.I Amin] Life in High Speed Fuck the punishment, tie weed I gonna buy me a gun Fuck doin' time [2Pac] I live life High Speed Slightly disillusioned by weed I breed thug muthafuckas even worse than me When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me My army, niggaz decieve swiftly Look at you now, why you wanna hang out? I pull the hammer back Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthafuckin' back out They blast but I'm still standin' Slightly scarred deep Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul Though my life was hard with no remorse I absorb bomb less it's without protection for the boss Rollin' in my double, raw, rugged, and ruthless Keep a vest through these hard times, knowin' it's useless And my crew, who could should be mistaken for Jews We all about our past, blast if he break the rules Fools done snitched for the D.A., be heavensent Switched like a stone-bitch, turned str8 severed then, why? Then they wonder why niggaz die Put your family in danger just to get high Now, what the hell can we get from jail? More tricks for the crime rate, this is hell Bail out, a thug nigga fresh out the jailhouse Open your safe count and take all your mail out Whatever happens happens Whoever falls dies We fresh out of time, livin blind, so we all ride In times like these, chronic and tie weed Puffin' through these High Speedz And people say Chorus (2Pac): Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night [Yaki Kadafi] Verbal assassin, I hit the corner fast, blastin' I plan to stretch your chest plate back like elastic No need to push me to slippin' I love beef, like pussy and pistols For all you pussies that's soft as tissue I ride plottin' like the fall guy out the roof Bustin' at you wise guy, gettin' high, sippin' hundred proof Gettin' your neck joints low to verdict wit' mine Get that ass attacked, murdered, and robbed, blind from behind Grab your shots', callin' Catchin niggaz while they stormin' Kickin' his door in And get your whole fuckin' family a' mournin' Plus all you itchy-bitchy types can't touch me Frontin' like your hard I'll play your fuckin' yard like a trussel Chorus (2Pac): Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night [E.D.I Amin] At times, I look through times wit' so much anger Wonderin' why it keeps on passin' bringin' me the danger No singal hard time is a good one At times I'm amazed Now what the mutha fuck a hood done What we do to get paid All day, for the almighty, dollar Don't even bother to holla We all destined to be swallowed By the same thing we lust for Threw away our morals in bags of dust, more Niggaz is dying tommorrow We, bet on all time Nigga the clocks tickin' Approachin' is the day you only know your glocks spittin Cops sittin', politicians passin' laws you ain't knowin' Soon that money goin' be illegal when you got it Keep your dough up But I ain't goin' tell you, what?, to stop chasin' paper Man, I'm just like ya'll, I worry 'bout that shit later Put the metal to the pedal, slash up nigga, blaze Lets get blowed out High Speed til the end of my dayz Now my people say Chorus (2Pac): repeat 5X Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night [2Pac] High Speedz (we goin' all night) Life of an Outlaw, ghetto starz (we goin' all night) (Yes) I'm gonna buy me a gun Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? (I'm gonna buy me a gun) For my niggaz on the WestSide and the EastSide And the NorthSide and the SouthSide (I'm gonna buy me a gun) (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) From Compton to Jersey (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Gettin' it real hard Niggaz in Michigan, (M.O.B nigga, M.O.B) From Atlanta, Georgia to Utah (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) From St. Louis to Alabama (I'm gonna buy me a gun) From Mississippi to Oakland, from San Francisco to San Diego Seattle to Florida (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) Maine to Mass, haha (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Food and Sex (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop, and it won't quit And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night High Speedz And it don't stop, and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop, and it won't quit And it don't stop, and it won't quit Outlawz with that rough shit, baby! [E.D.I Amin] Learn about it Pac you goin' rap?
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Churches burnin, planes fallin from the sky
Murder, the good die young The good definitely die young This is a lil' somethin' To help you get through the day If you could It was more than a tragedy Emotions be grabbin' me Plane fell from the sky We tryin' to figure what happened Burnin' churches, fearin' God Who can be so cruel We all ignorant to AIDS Till it happens to you Just be a man, make plans Listen to your voice A woman's tryin' to make decisions We should leave them a choice Cause who are we to say who lives and die Breathes and stops All this judgement on other lives Needs to stop What are we livin' for Givin' more back than takin' On my knees still waitin' for my own salvation Now I feel abandoned cause Pat Bucanan say I'm greedy You can take my taxes, send me to war But can't feed me It's so easy to regret things After they done Babies catchin' murder cases Scared to laugh in the sun The tragedies that we all need Love in doses In times like these we feel closest The good die young Does anybody have an answer why It seems the good die young Can anybody tell me why Can anybody tell me why Now in my world will it get worse When I been trapped since birth But I had to sleep in a hearse Cause it was my bed first My grands probably burnin' Turnin' in they grave Some folks ain't even get to see a high age But they did so I ain't afraid And this money got me feelin like a star And this murder got me Feelin like my death ain't far And the land (?) and stolen cars Don't get no better Don't get no weaker or no harder I was raised in a rush without my moms And my father So tell me somethin If I grab my gat and get the dumpin' Would God get to lookin' at me funny Rest in peace to my mother Aquillah Beale Rest in peace to my father Salek Beale Rest in peace to my grandparents And thug in peace to my brother Seike You know I love you Witch world first storms (?) and then Al Pac and then Yak Redrey (?) Brown Coulda' sworn I seen ya face in a cloud Family grievin' on your last breath Close to the heart whether you know it or not I swear the love won't stop Jewel, that's my boo Mom, Duke and Lou >From jump You kept it true, helped to feed the crew The good die young Livin' fast jumpin' the gun Mama blamin' the community for killin' her son My cousin Darren wasn't scared of goin' But never knowin' he was dyin' slower I guess I see ya when I see ya soulja Does anybody have an answer why It seems the good die young Can anybody tell me why Can anybody tell me why I know my life ain't promised That's why the wise move in silence Analize these scandalous times It's hard dogg but we manage Schools turn to war zones Even homes unsafe Leavin' children to play caged and raged They hate, how come Someone explain why the good die young Why the bad die slow and outlive everyone It's time somethin' is done For our young kids They growin' opus (??) That ain't the way to live Tell me why Days go past and as they pa s Time move quicker No time for wastin' Put your hustle down my young dealers Cause the end is nearer But at least that's what they tellin' me Hell, all I know brothers Ain't ridin' 4 3 felonys It's time to plan, plot, and strategize Capitolize, mobilize We in the war y'all It's for all y'all My family to the ones that stabbed (?) me Little bit mo' love is what's recommended Yeah, and it's plain to see The seeds from you and me Gon' be the ones to lead us towards unity That's if we treat them right Man, teach them right Raise your kids better than you was And see what it does But if you don't Man, we sho' to be done We'll all see exactly why the good die young Does anybody have an answer why It seems the good die young Can anybody tell me why Can anybody tell me why [Talk] This is for all my homeboys that pa sed away And all yo' homeboys that pa sed away I send this out to all the fallen soldiers That's in the cemetaries buried Never got to see they dreams For everything I touch you touch For every step I take you take For every breath I breather you breathe Every dollar I make you make I told you we'd make it to the sunshine one day You just got there a little quicker But like my homeboys Thugs say I'll catch ya at the crossroads The good die young This song is dedicated to all them Young kids and people that are innocent That died young At Columbine High Rest in Peace (Oklahoma) Outlawz Lil' young Xzandafer Tasha, all them All the fallen kids The dead babies The closed caskets |
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(hahhh, hahaha) Hehehe, word
It's like all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni a, haha) Tell me how you feel homey (Yeah, it took a week to go down) You recollects and see how crazy it sounds The whole town's on a mission, adolescents (penitentary bound) (Now ducin Young Trigga) Since birth, eyes set on gettin bigger Just anotha wild-a s ni a (But he was fiendin for Precious) WHAT? (But Precious was a ghetto girl) Couldn't be no sex without that gold Lexus (But Lil' Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his papers) Seein visions of people smokin and ni az catchin vapors Got his man from around the corner (we'll call him Lil' Mo) (Been in so many reform schools they had to let him go) (Here's where the plot thickens) They got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin (They call the squad, hittin blocks with they guns blowin) (Somebody's gonna die tonight) Still no one's knowin, so they kept goin Catchin dealers comin out they cars (will they survive?) (Two semi-automatic nines, them ni az died) (Plus nobody in the hood cries, it's like they celebrate to death and wish they could die) So peep the lesson But wait a minute back to Precious She's snortin dope in the back seat of Trigg's Lexus TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets [Lawz] TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets (Don't let these ghetto streets get you, Precious) (was the victim, from a dime to a nickel) Hopin God's blessings stick with ya Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who's gettin bigger Familiar face, but a man now, it's Lil' Trigga Now Lil' Mo was a soldier to the fullest Down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets (All he wanted was to be a thug) Never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love (Here's where it gets ya) Now Precious is pregnant, Lil' Trigga is happy He wants to marry her now (not knowin he ain't the daddy) But Precious was lonely while Lil' Trigga was makin dough She's slippin in secret places and gettin with Lil' Mo The neighborhood's buzzin, now people are talkin Lil' Trigga's gettin pictures of the both of 'em walkin (Hand in hand, couldn't understand) How his baby's mama could disapear with another man (and his best friend) Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you don't believe me Then watch the way that this story ends and maybe you'll see There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in killin Just the smoke from the cap peelin a man with no feelings TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets Bury you dead and look ahead A man with no feelings [Lawz] TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets That's all we got left, that's all [Outlawz] Now with the problems of poverty and the tricks to these tales How many people'll die how many'll live to tell Although best friends before Lil' Trigga and Mo (They in an all out war, over a fiend they ain't know) Behind the curtains their privacy lust is already laid down The results is the same with different names and it turns out Y'all know how it is, same old thing in the same old town Lil' Trigg got his nose wide open on this one trick, now he's played out Think it's Lil' Mo (was plottin plans on gettin bigger) (Precious was his way to put his hands on Lil' Trigga) All the while let's look at Precious Too dumb to see what's goin down (too doped up to ask questions) Used to be comrades (but now we blast on sight) What could be so bad (God, will we last tonight?) From misdemeanors to felonies, small-time to sellin ki's I can't believe the s t they tellin me They open fire, three bodies drop, so call the cops (Precious, Lil' Mo and Trigg) TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Aiy QBIII in this motherf ker Teardrops and closed caskets We dedicate this to all the fallen comrades (that's right) All the homies that didn't make it to see this day (rest in peace) [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Yaknahmean? I know it's hard out there, heheh with teardrops and closed caskets It's like that's all we got to look forward to these days Murders, brothers dyin, funerals [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] s t, it's like I done ran out of suits homey I done ran out of tears Know we gon' have to do somethin y'all We gon' have to do somethin [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Cause I know all these mothers is tired of seein the same thing (rest in peace) Teardrops and closed caskets I send this out to M'thulu Geronimo and to, all the fallen comrades, all the soldiers [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone (to the homey Boonie, rest in peace ni a) [Pac] All the homies that fell, all the homies May God bless your families May you always live in the motherf kin heart [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] In a thug ni az heart forever (that's right) Rest in peace ni a May your enemies be deceased, dead on the streets We can't have peace til the ni az get a piece [Nate] Will I.. |
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Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight f k it, we gone flip some new s t now You heard "All Eyez on Me," ni az know what time it is (Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that Rhymin and stealin, sellin five million (Outlaw.. ninety-nine) Fresh out on bail, ni az still can't see me (Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein) That's how it is Now we got a new motherf kin plan, and a new mission (Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw) Competition, so they say, these ni az is gay (Outlaw - Outlaw) Blast me? It could never happen At least not while I'm walkin and rappin Heard of some ni az on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me (Throw ya hands up, hands up) They can't hide, listen to the rough s t, my click (Throw ya motherf kin hands up) I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni az can't f k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni az can't f k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy Don't want to hurt a soul ni a, so don't make me I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through But that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets Even on the other side brothers die, but ride ni az get high off a slow form of suicide Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties I live my life to f kin mo', exposin tragically How can we find some peace and ni az still ain't get a piece I know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat I'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through to become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears 2Pac + Young Noble I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni az can't f k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni az can't f k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears Thugged out baby! [Young Noble] We don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT? We don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still wanna be a thug? Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends Seeking a better path, expose a better half of me Blast for me, the task after me For a few years sheddin tattooed tears like Gram' Sammy, we feudin for the whole damn family We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time Outlawz locked down for some past crimes Fast dimes made my stash grow smaller Your block ain't no harder, fake baller [Napoleon] ni a it's like this I been thuggin just for the cause of it Out to get all of it, but I'll never loose my balls and s t And it's all for the pressure that'll make me cock my s t up off the dresser Made ni a mafia of course my ni as gonna test ya Answers to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson Still stucked up in a f k session, Jersey where the ni az flexin Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die So ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe me my life for the things he did, but I turn my pleasure into sin Blazed out sheddin tattoed tears s t.. ain't no unity in my community it's do or die Seein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin high as life replays like time; underhanded schemes to get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime My enemies want me squeezed They get dumped like 3's, with 57 wasted at they knees Please beware we thugs revolution size Criminals dare be last mental me intitutionalize Locked down, got many shell shocked, now Holdin down fort like I'm stuck in court cell block style Yo I been loosin sleep, stay awake way past late Visions of killers en ma se at the blast mayne As I lay here gatted down and tatted Knowin now it's hard to slow down for a addict It's been years of stugglin, guzzlin beers Beefin and never even, ain't no love in the air And I suffer my s t in hell, talkin to the heavens Walkin thru the valley of death with my fellas I lost a lot, startin with hope I tried And for every tattoo I got a moment I cried I'm thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell pain Step in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brain I'ma hold it down tho', with all the struggle to bear Ain't nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tears Come on... |
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