2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G. - The Here After Feat The Notorious B.I.G (2001) by 2Pac (보컬), The Notorious B.I.G. (보컬) on maniadb.com

Thug Life! Comin' str8 out the West Coast,
Real Boy Killaz!
2pac with the Assassin! And we ridin' for the west Side! Bad Boy, Bad Boy whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when we comin' at you??
Bad Boy, Bad Boy whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when we comin' at you??
Bad Boy, Bad Boy whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when we comin' at you??
Bad Boy, Bad Boy whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when we comin' at you?? (2pac)
I got these bustaz on my block, and they after me
Runnin' round tellin' these niggaz, how they goin' capture me.
It's gettin' crazy, it's hard to make my mind up
Now should I bucm em' down and put my 9 up?
Ya see, I ain't a Bad Boy, jus' a boy that had it bad
I graduated from 22?s to 357 mags.
Runnin' on these marks for they stash and I ain't askin
Givin' up or get the blastin'.
The penitentiary don't scare me
A str8 thug nigga...hoes say they'll take care of me.
And tell me who the fuck you goin' find?
Rough enough to tell these bitch niggaz this is mine
Now busta meet my 9!
20 role on the grind I'm sick about mine and uhh
Ain't nutin' wrong wit' gettin' high.
A hustlin' ass nigga from the projects
I'm makin' loot, screamin' Thug Life, nigga when I shoot.
They made me a (badboy!) (hook)
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life, westside when we ride, one time!
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'!
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life, westside when we ride, one time!
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'! Fuck Bad Boy! (the Assassin)
I'm screamin' west side ridah when we ride and in a hoo ride
Suicide til the day gettin' high!
From the Bay to LA, drinkin' Tanqueray and da Alize
When we stay on the blocks, slangin' rocks, runni' from cops.
When we runnin',we comin', and gunnin' and you get done and
In the city wit' no pity, down wit' Thug Life, we doin' it live!
Everytime we side on you trick made bitches.
Packin' a 45, recognize the game in yo' set
BEtta jet when I get you wet, wit' intention a' do or die
Homicide, genocide to the other side
When we glide wit' my nigga Pac we bustin' em niggaz
On th block wit' Gangsta-D back up me your real OG
comin' up outta the 7 T rees.
Strick 9 to the LHD
We claimin' to bring we make em fiend
For the fact we havin' em stack on the map
For the city of Sac al the way to the Jo' when stroll
Poppin the mos, outta killa California, str8 loc westcoast! (hook)Repite1 Hahahahaha!

ya know...
with my nigga VP
get scratched nigga
in the place to be

check it

comin straight from the town releasin so much pow
up an down ur block my sound shakes the ground
i got the people feel used to this album i made
its 1997 trick i must get payed
im takin no kind of shorts i want every last penny
dont make me have to put a -----
coz then i have to open ur pours so dont fuck with ma money i wont mess with urs
i got the skills to pay the bills so i can live an chill in the hills, stack mills an run my --- gold wheels back down to the spot

an say wsup to ma niggas thas still servin them rocks
thats my gorillas still poppin' even though i left it
niggas best not try to come an grill... ul get molested
test it if u want to ma nigga an ima treat ur ass as if u stole some of ma scrilla
but now back to the spot to make the law abiding pray
i cant forget the 1500 clique he the capital of sinners they both makin a grip
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u rich ass motherfuckers better donate me some loot
and eddy whats up to you too
even though i took a loss young soul loves you
but put me back on my feet when i said i was ready
movin major bubonic in my pockets i kept fatty
but who kicks the rymes an who stacks the cash
whos droppin major pow

west side thats how we ride
niggaz gota watch they backs coz its do or die
coz if thety tryna see me or ma partner VP
we yellin get scratched ye thats right for the west coast west side thats how we ride
niggaz gota watch they backs coz its do or die
coz if they tryna see me or ma partner VP we yellin get scratched ye thats right

every since i was little, i had the gift to use the microphone
now that im famous all these suckers wanna tag along
like hoes tryna pull ------
i peepin hella punks plottin
stalkin a nigger just like an apple rottin man, now they rotten
watchin ma house as if they workin for the feds
they probly can tell u exactly when i go to bed
i baught me some straps
incase i got a cap some snaps in they back
to make there spinal cords crack
i acts like that just for the fact i think im at a point in my life where theres just no turning back
so i wears a vest when its time to get some rest an hoe relive the stress =---- havin sex
coz punks is tryin rob me plus me do like ---
bruttaly mass murderd -----
puttin bullet holes up in me with some fat 9s no time to die coz i can almost hear the flat lines
i cant cry
i see my niggaz sayin yo soul please dont go we bein a partner got a fofo but i dont know which way to go
without gettin burned but if these niggas let me get em whereever we turn i stay in this game

west side thats how we ride
niggaz gota watch they backs coz its do or die
coz if thety tryna see me or ma partner VP
we yellin get scratched ye thats right for the west coast west side thats how we ride
niggaz gota watch they backs coz its do or die
coz if they tryna see me or ma partner VP we yellin get scratched ye thats right
for the west coast west side thats how we ride
niggaz gota watch they backs coz its do or die
coz if they tryna see me or ma partner VP we yellin get scratched ye thats right nigga


ride or just die, fuck it thats the way i feel
im startin a slow death, thats what im writin on my will
my mom thinks im crazy, but she knows she aint raise no dummy
i guess its like this, when i die take all my money
ma automobiles plus my house upon the hill, and if you feel the same keep my 9mm near
tell ma sisters i love em, ---- & jeanette
my two twin sisters, you know i love they ass to death
and if i die soon, i pray to god that i dont,
i hope i sell enough records to get 'em anything they want
as i look in the Bible 27 book of psalms, verses 1 - 10 i dedicated to my moms
but ima keep flowin, keepin much pride, its the best side
where you from soul dawg?? WEST SIDE NIGGA!!

layin around sittin about from friday morning to saturday evenings monday morning x2

(Notorious BIG)
Check it
I grew up a fucking screwup
Got introduced to the game
Got a ounce and fucking blew up

Chopping rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls trying
Ta turn into the black Frank White


(Chorus)
It's a red light
How many homies gotta die tonight?
Oh, yeah, stop the gunfight
I can feel it
Somebody's trying to start up a fight

Come on and keep game, uh oh
But you cannot cease the blame
And if you ask me, it's a damn shame
We be taking lives that we can't replace

Over B.S. that don't make sense
We gotta get better than this
We started fighting at our own risk
It was something we couldn't resist
It's a red light

How many homies gotta die tonight?

(Notorious BIG)
We had to grow dreads
To change our description
Two cops is on a milkbox missing

Showed they toes
You know they got stepped on
A fistful of bullets
A chest full of Teflon

Run from the police, picture that
Nigga I'm too fat
I fuck around and
Catch a asthma attack

That's why I bust back
It don't faze me
When he drop, take his glock
And I'm Swayze

Celebrate my escape
Sold the glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make
Motherfucker

(2pac)
From the five-oh
Ducking and dodging and my survival
depends on when I let off with my nine-oh

I'm moving swifter
Than the next nigga
No time for sex
'Cause in my mind
All I wonder is who's next

Nigga, my homey slipped
And now he pays the price
He did a drive-by, sixteen
Now he's doin' triple life

Tell me is it me or my upbringing
I spit that thug shit
Nigga motherfuck singing

I hope you got your
Timberlands on tight
'Cause I ain't givin' up
I'd rather duck these
Motherfuckers all night

I'm running through
The projects, beyotch
They'll never catch me
Cause I'm loc'd and trigger happy
On the sneotch

Don't say you never heard of me
Till they murder me, I'm a legend
Do Thug Niggas go to heaven

I'm rolling with the thorough heads
We getting ghost on them hoes and yo
I got no love for the five-oh
I'm running from the police

(Chorus)
Stop the gunfight
I can feel it
Somebody's trying to
Start up a fight

Come on and keep game, uh oh
But you cannot cease the blame
And if you ask me, it's a damn shame
We be taking lives that we can't replace

You got swishes in your system
Juice up in
Now you're red again
Over what he said
Over what she said
Now somebody gotta end up dead

yeah! ha ha yeah.... thats right!
the F.A's comin striaght from the wild wild west

look at baby girl born in 19-7-deuce
Pop's on his fix, Mom's stuck on that crazy juice
went to school, It's all cool but in Junior Hiiigh
Little hooker in the bathroom getting hiiigh
What she doing and what she smoking, nobody knows
Is she addicted or just slipping into melbose
A bad ass broad running with the girl gang
just got some tat's,Talking all that girl slang.
first one to slap, because La vida dont matter
Wip out a cuete watch your brains get splattered
Selling them doves, hanging with thugs and all that
Beating up fools with a baseball bat
Started having sex at only 14
Imagine O.G. wears his clothes all crisp and clean
Got pregnant had a baby in December
she wont see the daddy till next September
Mom's and Pop's gave her the boot
Kicked her out La Casa, Now what Raza
with the money she got, She bought a spot of the block
Started paying the rent by slangin' phat ass coca rocks
Now shes 23 her four kids all alone, and loc'ed out
and plus shes all smoked out,the base face
You could see it in her eyes, it could also tell the tears
of a life long cries.
They was headed for self destruction
Conjunction Junction,(hey Yo!) Whats your Function?
Her own kids gotta healp, 'cause they knew she was slippin'
took the devil away homegiiirl, You was Slippin'.

CHORUS:
Slipping into Darkness
When you slip you trip and fall
Slipping into Darkness
Ain't no sense to give ya'll no love at all

They say we're slipping, as a whole one race
So, what we gonna choose, Don't want the blues
I turn to the news and what do I see
(merciless)"Everybody in the world ready to D. I. E."
We got blacks against blacks, browns against browns
whites against whites,from governments to undergrounds
So, Peep the sound as it bumps through your stereo
Ear to your brain now check out the scenerio
Cali got quakes, Mudslides, and Floods
Pesadillas(nightmares)Crips and Bloods
Hustlas, Pimps, Shot Callers, and Killas
O.G. , Macks, and the big Coca Dealers
We got homeboys who just like kicking it
and Vato's like me who grab the mic and start splitting it
(merciless) "You're in for a phat treat trip into a phat beat"
So get closer to the funk and slip into the backseat.

CHORUS X2

They wanna band me cause a brothas makin noise a lot
ill shoot they ass in a sec wit a poisin dart
they got me runnin down the street gettin hotter
runnin from the cops as i try to clock my glock
the war wont stop
thats why they wanna band the music
you ever notcie how the cops cant stand the music
see a black man coolin wit a mexican
we can all have peace, the sun sets again
they try to shove us in the pen
but we clown and we frown every time we hit the top ten
once again, its your friend outta oakland,hopin
to keep the hip hop clubs open
now we can lay back and let them close'm
or we can have beef and show that we control'em
now aint nobody gettin paid, its a damn shame
why gang bang brothas in the same gang?
they say securitys to blame, cause they lettin it off
brothas come to have fun but they settin it off
one time, make it worse when they sweat us
send an army of pigs to come get us
now im runnin outta time and im cool down with the aztecs
this is sorta like soul food