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(Reporter)
Good Evening (sirens in the background) I'm reporting live from Sunset Boulevard Where many excited fans have gathered with candles (crowd starts chanting "Tupac") Awaiting the much anticipated release, of Tupac Shakur's latest album, Better Dayz This is yet another post-humorous release by Tupac Which, raises the question Where are these songs coming from? It's interesting how, the message in these songs Is still relevant today Even in his death, he's touching people with his lyrics I can feel the energy in the air, as they count down to midnight When the album will officially be released Oh, hold on, I, think they're starting to countdown now (Crowd) 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 ... |
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| 2. |
| 4:02 |
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A coward dies a thousand deaths
A soldier dies but once [Verse One] They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherfuckers ’fore they get you Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G’s My enemies scatter in suicidal situations Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfuckers is bold But y’all some hoes, the game should be sewed I’m sick of psychotic society somebody save me Addicted to drama so even mama couldn’t raise me Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn’t reach me I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps I’m duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I’m clutchin my glock Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight [Chorus] If I die tonight (repeat 3X) |
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| 3. |
| 4:39 |
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(2Pac) It's just me against the world
(girl) Oooohhh, oooohhh (2Pac) Nuttin to lose.. It's just me against the world baby (girl) Oahhhh, oahhhahh (2Pac) I got nuttin to lose It's just me against the world (girl) Oh-hahhh (2Pac) Stuck in the game Me against the world baby Verse One: 2Pac Can you picture my prophecy? Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin There ain't no stoppin me Constantly movin while makin millions Witnessin killings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings Carries to children cause they're illin Addicted to killin and the appeal from the cap peelin Without feelin, but will they last or be blasted? Hard headed bastard Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermath More bodies being buried -- I'm losing my homies in a hurry They're relocating to the cemetary Got me worried, stressin, my vision's blurried The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this anger Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is What's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youth It's just me against the world baby (girl) Me against the world (2Pac) It's just me against the world (girl) Ooooh yeah, ooo-hooo (2Pac) It's just me against the world (girl) Me against the world (2Pac) Cause it's just me against the world baby (girl) Hey!! (2Pac) Me against the world (girl) Ooooh yeah (2Pac) I got nuttin to lose It's just me against the world baby (girl) I got nothing to lose Verse Two: Dramacydal Could somebody help me? I'm out here all by myself See ladies in stones, Baby Capone's, livin wealthy Pictures of my birth on this Earth is what I'm dreamin Seein Daddy's semen, full of crooked demons, already crazy and screamin I guess them nightmares as a child had me scared, but left me prepared for a while Is there another route? For a crooked Outlaw Veteran, a villain, a young thug, who one day shall fall Everday there's mo'death, and plus I'm dough-less I'm seein mo' reasons for me to proceed with thievin Scheme on the scheming and leave they peeps grieving Cause ain't no bucks to stack up, my nuts is backed up I'm bout to act up, go load the Mac up, now watch me klacka Tried makin fat cuts, but yo it ain't workin And Evil's lurking, I can see him smirking when I gets to pervin, so what? Go put some work in, and make my mail, makin sales Risking 25 with a 'L', but oh well (girl) Me against the world (2Pac) With nuttin to lose It's just me against the world (girl) Ooh yeah.. oooh-ooooh (2Pac) It's just me against the world baby (girl) Me against the world (2Pac) I got nuttin to lose It's just me against the world (girl) Oahhhohh (2Pac) Ha ha It's just me against the world baby (girl) Ha-ahh, HA-AHH! (2Pac) With nuttin to lose It's just me against the world baby (girl) Me against the world, hoahhh (2Pac) Me against the world I got nuttin to lose It's just me against the world baby (girl) Ha-hahh (hehe) heyy! Verse Three: 2Pac With all this extra stressin The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath When will I finally get to rest? Through this supression they punish the people that's askin questions And those that possess, steal from the ones without possesions The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons Don't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questions Be grateful for blessings Don't ever change, keep your essence The power is in the people and politics we address Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic And when you get stranded And things don't go the way you planned it Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change It wasn't nuttin like the game It's just me against the world (girl) Me against the world (2Pac) Nuttin to lose It's just me against the world baby (girl) Me against the world (2Pac) Got me stuck in the game It's just me against the world (girl) Oahahhhh (2Pac) I'd be ashamed to lose It's just me against the world baby (girl) Me against the world Outro: 2Pac Heh, hahahahahahah That's right I know it seem hard sometimes but uhh Remember one thing Through every dark night, there's a bright day after that So no matter how hard it get, stick your chest out Keep your head up, and handle it (girl) Me against the world Me against the world Me against the world |
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| 4. |
| 3:59 |
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'So Many Tears'
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 Lord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears.. Lord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears 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... Lord, I suffered through the years (God) and shed so many tears.. God, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears 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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Yo Mo Bee main, drop that shit!
Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy You know what time, boo-yaow I know it's time for you So grab one by the hand youknowhatI'msayin And uhh, throw up that finger Ay yo yo yo throw y'all fingers up! Thug style baby, Thug style y'know? Verse One: Tell me baby are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya I can help ya if ya only, let me touch ya If I'm wrong love tell me, cause I get caught up and the life I live is Hell see, I never thought I'd see the day when I would calm down, you ain't heard I've been known to clown and Get Around, that's my word See you walkin and you lookin good, yes indeed Got a body like a sex fiend, you're killin me witcha attitude to match right, don't be phony cause I hate when you act like, you don't know me I've be stressin in the spotlight, I want the fame but the industry's a lot like, a crack game Ain't no time for commitment, I gotta go Can't be wit you every minute miss, another show And even though I'm known for my one night stand Look here, I wanna be an honest man, but temptations go... Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy Throw up the finger! And all my homies go.. Give them the finger! Ya know what baby it's like *singing* I know you've been searchin for someone To make you happy, and get the job done You say you need it, a man with money But I can't be there, and will you still care Verse Two: Will I cheat or will I be committed, heaven knows Gettin weak and I wanna hit it, so here I go in my ride and I'm all in, gettin high I can hear the people callin, I'm passin by Everybody knows I'm ball-in, and to God Gotta keep myself from fall-in, but it's hard All the cuties know I'm under pressure, what do I do Gettin shaky when she pull the dress up, and say it's cool Should I stroke or should I wait a while, you decide If you tell me that you don't want it, that's a lie Move close and let me whisper, some dirty words in your ears as I kiss ya, on every curve Slow down baby don't rush, I like it slow Can't hold it any longer, so let it go Open the gates, do you wanna fall up in heaven Don't worry, I let myself in, all I heard was... Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy Give em the finger! All my homies go.. Throw your fingers up! That's just the Thug in me girl, you know Peep out all my homies, y'know, it's like *singing* I know you've been searchin for someone To make you happy, and get the job done You say you need it, a man with money But I can't be there, and will you still care Verse Three: A lot of people think it's easy, to settle down Got a woman that'll please me, in every town I don't wanna but I gotta do it, the temptation got me ready to release the fluid, sensation sit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand Cause even Thugs get lonely, understand Even the hardest of my homies need attention Catch you blowin up the telephone, reminiscin I wanna take you to the movies, and the park Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the dark Now that it's passion, hold me tight Don't need lights, I can see you by the moonlight I know your man ain't lovin you right You're lonely and depressed you need a Thug in your life Enough talkin, you want me to leave, I'll get to walkin See you later, cause baby I'm a player, and all I heard was Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy Give em the finger And all my homies go.. yo this how we gonna do this in the nine-trey y'know? Throw your fingers up Y'know? They gonna peep this, this how we run game on you *singing* Everybody, heyy, alright Heyy, heyyyeah, heyyyayyy, ohh (2Pac) All my niggaz go Uptown in the Give em the finger! Throw your hands up Give em the finger! |
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| 6. |
| 4:53 |
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I wanna dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford
and all other lil' young niggaz that's in a rush to be gangstas As a young nigga, I'm almost swellin in the wind Give anythang, to be that innocent again, when I was ten I didn't bang but I was hangin with the homies tell them niggaz started slangin that they don't know me I got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn't pay me Lately I've been tryin to make a bill-ion, can you play me with that jealousy they need to miss me, don't sweat me If them cowards really want me, come get me, and even I someday will die but I'm cautious, I'm fin' to ride Put down the top, now we flossin Hit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window Workin with a twenty sack of indo, feelin good Stop through the hood, grab the young thugs And I can't help but reminisce back when we slung drugs, know it's bad but all we had was our hopes and dreams Couldn't see unless we learned to slang dope to fiends as young niggaz He's the kind of G like everybody knows As a young nigga He's always G'd up, from head to toe My memories as a young nigga Always got it blown like Al Capone Young nigga He's the downest G I've ever known Back in Junior High, when we was barely gettin by, when daddy died That's when my momma started gettin high My neighborhood was full of drivebys, couldn't survive All our homies livin short lives, I couldn't cry Told my momma if I did die, just put a blunt in my casket let me get my dead homies high Come follow me throughout my history, it's just Me Against the World stuck in misery; as a young nigga My only thing was to be paid Life full of riches avoid snitched cause they shady, back in the days We always found the time to play, but that's before they taught them gangbangers how to spray Not just L.A., but in the Bay and in Chicago and even St. Louis Every stadium that I go, when will they change? Stuck in the game like a dumb nigga Remember how it was, to be a young nigga He's the kind of G like everybody knows As a young nigga He's always G'd up, from head to toe My memories as a young nigga Always got it blown like Al Capone Young nigga He's the downest G I've ever known I'm tellin you.. .. to be young, have your brains and have every ? and all that Yo, y'all niggaz don't know how good you really do got it Muh'fuckers need to just calm down and peep what the fuck they wanna do for the rest of the life 'Fore you end your life before you BEGIN your life You dumb nigga Now that I'm grown, I got my mind on bein somethin Don't wanna be another statistic, out here doin nuttin Tryin to maintain in this dirty game, keep it real and I will even if it kills me, my young niggaz break away from these dumb niggaz Put down the guns and have some fun nigga, the rest'll come nigga Fame is a fast thang, that gangbangin puttin niggaz in a casket, murdered for hangin at the wrong place at the wrong time, no longer livin Cause he threw up the wrong sign, and every day I watch the murder rate increases, and even worse the epidemic and diseases, what is the future? The projects lookin hopeless, where more and more brothers givin up and don't care Sometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed and I proceed to blow the track up, for young niggaz He's the kind of G like everybody knows For these young niggaz He's always G'd up, from head to toe My memories as a young nigga He always got it blown like Al Capone Take it slow nigga, it's for the young niggaz He's the downest G I've ever known As a young nigga He's the kind of G like everybody knows He's always G'd up, from head to toe Memories as a young nigga He always got it blown like Al Capone He's the downest G I've ever known (Pac talking overlaps singing last four lines) This go out to the young thugs, the have-nots (you know) Little bad motherfuckers from the block (that's right) Them niggaz that's thirteen and fourteen Drivin Cadillacs, Benzes and shit (I see you boy) Young motherfuckin hustlers (make that money boy) Stay strong nigga You could be a fuckin accountant, not a dope dealer youknowhatI'msayin? (Go to school nigga, go to school) Fuck around and, you pimpin out here You could be a lawyer (really doe) Niggaz gotta get they priorities straight (Don't see Johnny Cochran out in this motherfucker) Really doe.. young niggaz.. little RahRah (sup nigga) Especially my little cousins don't be no dumb guy (Don't be a dumb nigga, listen, young niggaz) *singers freestyle and skat to the end of the song* |
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| 4:22 |
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(Lady Levi)
Oh, you tink life is yours? Life ain't na somethin you can rap with Ooh come na ordinary game Da game na somethin you can rap with Me's a player you know? I do not, play in no game Me just, make money, dollars, everytime seen? Verse One: 2Pac Now how can I explain how this game laced, plus with this fame I got enemies do anything to break me, my attitude changed Got to the point where I was driven, twenty-four/seven Money's my mission, just tryin to make a livin These busta tricks don't want no mail They spendin they riches on skanless bail who'll stay petrified in jail It's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket Jealous-ass, playa-hatin but we still kick it Always keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police Seen so much murder, neighborhoods gettin no sleep But still, I get my money on major, continuously Communicatin through my pager, know me Don't have no homies cause they jealous, I hustle solo Cause when I'm broke I got no time for the fellas, listen Ain't nothin poppin 'bout no work, I ain't no joke Fuck what they say and get your dough (Game's been good to me) Heavy in the game (Lady Levi) Who da bumba claat him a come try take mine? Oooh, me see you rushin up (Game's been good to me) I throw 'im blood claat P.M. to A.M. All, all da bumba come ya take dis ting for ya take dis ting for joke? (I don't care what it did to them The game's been good to me) Oh! Dat's right Verse Two: Richie Rich Well lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of stuff.. Certain wanna stick to the game, yousea trick to the game Waitin upon your turn, so when will you learn? Ain't no turns given, be twistin and takin it Puttin they sack down, then puttin they mack down Me myself I hustle with finesse yes I'm an Oakland baller Rule number one: check game, and fo' sho' you gon' respect game Be yo' own, meanin buy yo' own dope Cause that front is punk, somethin I never funked with Be true to this game and this game will be true to you That's real; disrespect, see what this here do to you That jackin and robbin, despisin your homie ain't healthy, endin up dead 'fore they get wealthy But not me though, I'm sewin somethin major so what I reap is boss -- that's why my public status is floss Went from a, young gangsta livin residential to a, young gangsta workin presidential (Game's been good to me) (Lady Levi) Me boy Tu-pac ALWAYS look good You know that's true 'im look good every time Ooh, war? Step up (Game's been good to me) Can yi know I'm servin up blood claat playin yi games Ooh, we take game, we WON (I don't care what it did to them The game's been good to me) Any by now, all, yi haffa forget fi we WON Everytime Verse Three: 2Pac I'm just a young black male, cursed since my birth Had to turn to crack sales, if worse come to worse Headed for them packed, jails, or maybe it's a hearse My only way to stack mail, is out here doin dirt Made my decisions do or die, been hustlin since junior high No time for askin why, gettin high, gettin mine Put away my nine, cause these times call for four-five sales cause life is hell and everybody dies What about these people I despise -- them loud talkin cowards shootin guns into crowds, jeapordizin lives Shoot em right between them thugz eyes, it's time to realize follow the rules or follow them fools that die Everybody's tryin to make the news, people confused Quit tryin to be an O.G. and pay your dues If you choose to apply yourself, go with the grain and come the riches and the girls and the fame Heavy in the game (Game's been good to me) (Lady Levi) Boy, ya nah bitch! Major that's true we look good everytime when we at Beers Diamond and Tupac drives vintage car (Game's been good to me) And fi dem frame dem look good, oh no? This whole world ya call on gonna mass on a face (I don't care what it did to them The game's been good to me) For any, section of bumba ras claat, oh! Flush it! .. Oh! Nobody wan come test me y'know true dem we a drive pretty car Wanna no part of any ting and now you wan come drown a gun But ya see we know, you haffa show 'im MAXIMUM respect for when a blood claat run or when a pussy walk up we look good everytime Nuff dollars, DOLLARS Y'know about dollars dem right? But we nah talk no shit We haffa walk de walk for we a talk, see it? Cause action, action speak louder dan words You know da record! Don't blood claat ting at ALL |
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| 8. |
| 4:30 |
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(2Pac)
Damn, another funeral, another motherfucker Lord knows * 'Pac is choking on blunt smoke * Lord knows * coughing harder * Lord knows * one final cough * I smoke a blunt to take the pain out And if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out I'm hopeless, they shoulda killed me as a baby And now they got me trapped in the storm, I'm goin crazy Forgive me; they wanna see me in my casket and if I don't blast I'll be the victim of them bastards I'm loosin hope, they got me stressin, can the Lord forgive me Got the spirit of a thug in me Another sip of that drink, this Hennesey got me queasy Don't wanna earl, young nigga take it easy Picture your dreams on a triple beam, and it seems don't underestimate the power of a fiend To my homies on the block slangin rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box When you're runnin from the cops -- and never look back If they could be black, then they would switch Open fire on them busta-ass bitches, and Lord knows... (Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) Lord knows * coughing again * (He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) The Lord knows * still coughing * (He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) The Lord knows (He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) I wonder if the Lord will forgive me or bury me a G I couldn't let my adversaries worry me and every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest and still a nigga stressin over death If I could choose when a nigga die, figure I'd take a puff on the blunt, and let my trigga fly When everyday it's another death, with every breath, it's a constant threat, so watch yo' step! You could be next if you want to, who do you run to? Murderin niggaz, look what it's come to My memories bring me misery, and life is hard in the ghetto, it's insanity, I can't breath Got me thinkin, what do Hell got? Cause I done suffered so much, I'm feelin shell-shocked And driveby's an everyday thang I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin game and Lord knows... (Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) Lord knows (He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) Lord knows! (He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) The Lord knows (He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) One-time! One-time! Fuck the five-oh cause they after me Kill me if they could, I'll never let em capture me Done lost too many niggaz to this gangbangin Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin, fucked up! I had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie and he knew it when he shook and died, my God Even though I know I'm wrong man Hennesey make a nigga think he strong, man (heh heh) I can't sleep, so I stay up, don't wanna fuck them bitches Try to calm me down, I ain't givin up I'm gettin lost in the weed, man, gettin high Livin everday, like I'm gon' die (gon' die, gon' die) I smoke a blunt to take the pain out, and if I wasn't high probably try to blow my brains out Lord knows... (Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) Lord knows! (He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) Lord knows.. Jesus.. (He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) (He is listening! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) (Lord knows.. Lord knows.. he he.. he.. he.. heeee...) (Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) (Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) (Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) (Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) |
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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 the streets Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Suspended from school, scared to go home I was a fool with the big boys, breakin' all the rules Shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddies The same drama, when things went wrong we blamed mama I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary, hey I'd see the penitentiary One day, runnin' from the police that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside And even as a crack fiend mama You always was a black queen mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy tryin' to raise a man You always was committed, a poor single mother on welfare Tell me how you did it, there's no way I can pay you back But the plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love for my daddy 'cause the coward wasn't there He passed 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 was lookin' for a father, he was gone I hung around with the thugs and even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin' I needed money of my own so I started slangin' I ain't guilty 'cause even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin' money in your mailbox I love payin' rent when the rent's due I hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to you 'Cause when I was low you was there for me You never left me alone because you cared for me And I can see you comin' home after work, late Your in the kitchen tryin' to fix us a hot plate Just workin' with the scraps you was given And mama made miracles every Thanksgiving But now the road got rough, your alone Tryin' to raise 2 bad kids on your own And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (And dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. Pour out some liquor and I reminisce 'Cause through the drama, I can always depend on my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy, there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act crazy I got to thank the Lord that you made me There are no words that can express how I feel You never kept a secret, always stayed real And I appreciate how you raised me And all the extra love that you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if you hold on It's a struggle, everyday gotta roll on And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady. Lady. Lady. Lady. |
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| 4:54 |
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Keepin it real
Verse One: 2Pac I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other side Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry A damn shame, when will we ever change And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain Arguements with my Boo is true I spend mo' time with my niggaz than I do with you But everywhere it's the same thang, that's the game I'll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uhh It ain't easy, that's my motto Drinkin Tanqueray straight out the bottle Everybody wanna know if I'm insane My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games And all the drama got me stressin like I'm hopeless, I can't cope Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high Watchin the cops roll by It ain't easy... that's right Chorus: 2Pac It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free (repeat 3X) Verse Two: 2Pac I can't sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while I'm dreamin Wake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers schemin Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizin A brother bite the bullet, open fire and I died I wonder why this the way it is, even now Lookin out for these killer kids, cause they wild Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin Doin twenty to life in San Quentin Gettin calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain't nuttin nice Yo 'Pac, do something righteous witcha life And even thou you innocent you still a nigga, so they figure Rather have you behind bars than triggers But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin shots Til I see my niggaz free on the block But no it ain't easy, hahahah Til I see my niggaz free, on the block, oh It ain't easy Chorus 2.75 Verse Three: 2Pac Lately been reminiscin bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks It's the project kid without a conscience, I'm havin dreams of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers through the years tryin to stack a little green I was only seventeen, when I started servin fiends And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar So my apoli', casue these hard times make me wanna holler Will I live to see tommorrow, am I fallin off? I hit the weed and then proceed to say fuck all of y'all Ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin, I can't go home Cause muh-fuckers think I'm buggin, so now I'm in this high powered cell at the county jail Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what do I do in these county blues Gettin battered and bruised by the you know who And these fakes get to shakin when they face me Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me Sittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggaz yell Tryin to torture em to tell, I'm gettin mail But ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts is makin bucks while these sluts is gettin fucked They violated my probation, and it seems I'll be goin on a long vacation, meanwhile It ain't easy No it ain't easy Chorus Chorus |
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| 11. |
| 5:46 |
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(2Pac)
Whassup? It's 2Pac. Can you get away? Let me come swoop you up. (girl) You know I got a man. (2Pac) I know you got a man but he ain't gon' mind if I take you out. (girl) Of course he gon' mind. (2Pac) Let me take you to lunch. I'll have you back before he even get home; before anybody see. (girl) I can't. (Aww c'mon!) He ain't gon' let me. (2Pac) Pleeeeeease... (girl) Nah. (2Pac) Oh aight. What's wrong with your eye? Why you got on glasses? (Verse One: 2Pac) Ever since I met ya I could beat depression It's like your man don't understand, all he does is stress ya I can see your state of misery from the introduction Ain't bout no suckin and touchin, just harmless discussion Maybe we can see a better way, find a brighter day Late night phone conversations -- would that be OK? I don't wanna take up all your time, be the next in line Tell me your size, let me find you things with you in mind I can see you're cautious and I'm careful not to scare you But anticipation of love makin got you shakin when I'm standin near you News of precision will prepare ya In case you get scared, just ask the man in the mirror Now the picture's getten clearer all he does is hit you hard I tell you to leave, and you tell me keep my faith in God I don't understand, I just wanna bring ya home I wonder should I leave you alone and find a woman of my own All the homies tell me that you don't deserve it I contemplate -- but in my heart I know you worth it Tell me can you get away? Ebony, can you get away? C'mon.. let's go.. can you get away? Can you get away? (girl) So much pressure in the air (2Pac) I know, I know (girl) And I can't get away (2Pac) Just for a little while love (girl) I'm not happy here (2Pac) I know it's hard but, can you get away? (girl) So much pressure in the air (2Pac) Let's go man, get up outta there .. can you get away? (girl) And I can't get away (2Pac) Do you love him? (girl) I'm not happy here (2Pac) Do you love that man? (Verse Two: 2Pac) Could it be my destiny to be lonely? And checkin for these hoochies that be on me cause they phony But you was different -- I got no need to be suspicious Cause I can tell -- my life with you would be delicious The way you lick your lips and shake your hips got me addicted I'm sittin here hoping that we can find some way to kick it Even though I got your digits gotta struggle to resist it Slowly advance and miss my chance not to miss it You blow me kisses when he ain't lookin, now your heart's tooken My only wish is that you change your mind and he get shook Wanna take you there but you scared to follow, come see tomorrow Hoping I can take you through the pain and sorrow Let you know I care -- that someone's there for your struggle Depend on me, when you have needs or there's trouble I wanna give you happiness and maybe even more I told you before, no time to waste we can hook up at the store Can you get away? (girl) So much pressure in the air (2Pac) I know it is (girl) And I can't get away (2Pac) Yeah you can (girl) I'm not happy here (2Pac) You ain't happy huh ..can you get away? (girl) So much pressure in the air (2Pac) I know.. is he beatin on you? (girl) And I can't get away (2Pac) Did he punch you? (girl) I'm not happy here (2Pac) Throwin you around the house? (Verse Three: 2Pac) I see you remiscin and I hope you listenin In the position to pressure and offer competition Me and you -- was meant to be my destiny, no longer lonely Cause now it's on for you and me, all I can see A happy home, that's my fantasy But my reality is problems with your man and me What can I do? Don't wanna lose you to the sucker Cause if he touch ya, I got some drama for that busta Don't wanna rush ya -- but make your mind up fast Nobody knows -- on who controls will it last, before I ask I hope you see that I'm sincere, and even if you stay with him today I'm still here I refuse to give up -- cause I believe in what we share You're livin in prison and what he's givin can't compare Cause everything I feel for you I wanna let you know Passion it be yours and I'll never let you go Tell me can you get away? (girl) So much pressure in the air (2Pac) Can't get away.. why? (girl) And I can't get away (girl) I'm not happy here (2Pac) Let me take you away All I really know, can you get away? (girl) So much pressure in the air (2Pac) Man.. (girl) And I can't get away (2Pac) Course you can get away (girl) I'm not happy here (2Pac) If you really wanted to get away you could get away (Outro: 2Pac) You ain't got to go through all this drama and this stress with this old half a man, yaknowhatI'msayin? I ain't tryin to put you in a position where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything you need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you He beatin on you and shit; look how you look She motherfuckin wanna be with that nigga, yaknowhatI'msayin? Shake that sucker to the left Let me show you what this life is really about YaknowhatI'msayin? You need to be on first class Need to be goin to Hawaii, seein the world Seein what this world got to offer you Not goin to, yaknowhatI'msayin? The emergency room, gettin stitches cause this nigga done got jealous Don't cry, it's all good (girl) Can you take me from here? (2Pac) Shake that man, get away (girl) Can you take me from here? I'ahhhhhm unhappy here And I need you to show me love Because it's so much pressure now And I neeeeed to get awayyyheyyyeahhh |
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| 12. |
| 4:39 |
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Here we go; we gonna send this one out to the old school
All these motherfuckers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island Queens, and all the motherfuckers that laid it down, the foundation ya kno what I'msayin? Nuttin but love for the old school That's who we gon' do this one for, ya feel me? What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way (repeat 3X) Nothin like the old school/ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last Eric B. & Rakim was, the shit to me I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D And Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane when De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game I can't explain how it was, Whodini Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was Them block parties in the projects, and on my block You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic Remember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember Way back, the weak weed they had Too many seeds in the trey bag I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin' With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin' 'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'? I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber breakdancin to Melle Mel Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti Be careful don't let the transit cops see me It ain't nuttin like the old school! (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end) It ain't nuttin like the old school Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school ... Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party? Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house? and motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm) I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes? Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that? Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window? (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...) The ice cream truck, member all the mother... Member the italian icey's yo? Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down with the coconut icey's and shit? I came through the door, said it before That was the SHIT! |
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| 13. |
| 4:13 |
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(2Pac)
Haha, what you say? Who you callin rapist? Ain't that a bitch You devils, are so two faceted Wanna see me locked in chains, dropped in shame and gettin stalked by these crooked cops a-gain Fuckin with the young black male, tryin to stack bail and umm, stay away from the packed jails I told the judge I'm in danger and that's why I had that fo'-five with one in the chamber Fuck the world! Chorus: 2Pac (They tryin to say that I don't care) I woke up screamin, Fuck the world! (They tryin to say that I don't care) Just woke up and screamed, Fuck the world! (They tryin to say that I don't care) Uhh, I woke up and screamed, Fuck the world! (They're tryin to say that I don't care) Just got up and screamed, Fuck the world! (2Pac) When I was comin up rough that wasn't even what you called it That's why I smoke blunts now and run with alcoholics I'm gettin, threats to me, comin from my enemies And, in they dreams it's, Hell where they sendin me Have I, lost control or just another soul A car full of motherfuckers when we roll Sippin on yak as I sit back (YES!) life as a big mack Brothers come up and say, You did that? (uhh, uhh, uhh) Never take yo' eyes off the prize, and even if you gettin high don't ever hesitate to try Cause you can fall off or stay ballin, niggaz we all in And them my motherfuckers callin (ohh, ohh, ohh) Fuck the world! Chorus: 2Pac (They tryin to say that I don't care) I woke up and screamed, Fuck the world! (They tryin to say that I don't care) Just woke up and screamed, Fuck the world! (They tryin to say that I don't care) I got up and screamed, Fuck the world! (They tryin to say that I don't care) I woke up and screamed, Fuck the world! (They tryin to say that I don't care) (2Pac) Man, fuck the world.. Damn, they wanna label me a menace cause I'm sittin here sippin on Guinness Weighin 165, and these tricks should die for bein jealous of a brother when he rides I can see it in yo' eyes, you wanna see a young playa fallin They hate to see a nigga ballin Some of you suckers is rottin, plottin on what I got And then you wonder why I shot him (boo-ya!) Stop givin game for free, you wanna hang with me like being a thug is the thang to be? But I got love for my homies, the G's and macks And if you're black, you better stay strapped Nigga, fuck the world! Chorus: 2Pac (They tryin to say that I don't care) I woke up and screamed, Fuck the world! (They try to say that I don't care) I woke up and screamed, Fuck the world! (They tryin to say that I don't care) Got up and screamed, Fuck the world! Haha, fuck the world! Fuck it I hear my niggaz screamin fuck the world! (2Pac) They wanna know if I claim the click, that I'm hangin with and if I'm down with this bangin shit Well homie I don't give a fuck if you Blood or Cuz Long as ya got love for thugs But don't try to test me out, stall that Homie this is Thug Life nigga and we all strapped I been through, Hell and back, and if I, fell black then it's, back to the corner where we sell crack Some of you niggaz is bustas; you runnin 'round with these tramp=ass bitches, don't trust her But don't cry, this world ain't prepared for us A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust Fuck the world! Chorus: 2Pac (They tryin to say that I don't care) I woke up and screamed, Fuck the world! (They're tryin to say that I don't care) I woke up screamin, Fuck the world! (Uhh!) (They tryin to say that I don't care) I woke up screamin, Fuck the world! (Yeah what's goin on y'all?) (Uhh, uhh, uhh..) Fuck the world! (I don't care.. I don't care, I don't care!) |
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| 4:07 |
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Child: Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?
Mother: I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window with that fuckin' AK all day You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't, you don't do a goddamn thing I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive In the city where the skinny niggas die If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry I expect retaliation in a hurry I see death around the corner, any day Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway Strugglin' and strivin', my destiny's to die Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help me Got me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain't healthy Am I paranoid? Tell me the truth I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot Ran out of endo and my mind can't take the stress, I'm out of breath Make me wanna kill my damn self, but I see death around the corner Chorus (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner, the pressure's getting to me I no longer trust my homies, them phonies tried to do me Smoking too much weed, got me paranoid, stressed Pack a gat and my vest, under my clothes when I dress Here's hopin' I die the way I lived, straight thuggin' Huggin' my trigger for all them niggas that was buggin' My homie told me once, don't you trust them other suckers They fought like they your homies but they phony motherfuckers And even if I did die young, who cares All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares I got homies in my head who done passed away screamin', please Young nigga, make Gs I can't give up, although I'm hopeless, I think my mind's gone All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner Chorus I was raised in the city, shitty Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty Drinkin' liquor out my momma's titty And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household, And drinking liquor til' you out cold And tho' I'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow Bustin' on them niggas till they gone How many more jealous ass bitches, comin' for my riches Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless, them bitches will start shit Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch No more game for free, please explain to me Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see? Murderin' now but see me later man, as for my pops I got homies that will hunt you til you drop I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G And gettin' high was a way of gettin' free I see death around the corner Chorus This is for all the real mothafuckin' niggas out there I know you ain't scared to die We all gotta go, ya know ? A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes And make sure he handles his motherfuckin' business Y'all niggas stop acting like pussies out there, all right (Movie bites) I'm tired off getting ripped off by guys like that I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want that son of a bitch dead, I want him dead I want him dead, I don't care |
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| 15. |
| 4:33 |
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(Tupac)
That's right nigga you gotta get your papers in this motherfucker I ain't mad at ya at all (damn) Aiyyo, what the fuck you wanna be when you grow up RahRah? (RahRah) Nigga, is you stupid, I wanna be a motherfuckin Outlaw (Tupac) That's right nigga, hahaha.. housin these hoes, you feel me? (RahRah) Aight, knowhatI'msayin? (Tupac) You got to do that shit, keepin it real nigga or what? (RahRah) Keepin it real! (Tupac) How old are you nigga? (RahRah) I'm eleven (Tupac) Cause all I see is, murder murder, my mind state preoccupied with homicide, tryin to survive through this crime rate Dead bodies at block parties, those unlucky bastards Gunfire now they require many closed caskets Who can you blame? It's insane what we dare do Witnessin evil that these men do, bitches sin too In fact they be the reasons niggaz get to bleedin For the fuckin fire when I leave em, you shoulda seen em Hostile hoes catch elbows (beotch!) and foes disposed of and snitches get dealt with, with no love Body bags of adversaries that I had to bury I broke the law and they jaw, all in the same flurry But never worry, they'll remember me through history Causin motherfuckers to bleed, they'll label me a * Chorus * Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (They came in to sin) Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (Dear God, I wonder could you save me?) (Tupac) Before I close my eyes I fantasize I'm livin well when I awake and realize I'm just a prisoner in hell Just as well, cause in my cell I'm keepin pictures of these bastards Excersisin, visualizin, everyone inside a casket Picture me blasted, surrounded by niggaz in masks Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass Will I last? Heaven or Hell? Freedom or jail? Shit's hard, who can you tell? and if we fail? High speeds, and thai weed on the freeway When will they learn to take it easy? Uh Drivebys and niggaz die, murder without a motive by making motherfuckers fry Got me runnin from these coward-ass crooked-ass cops Helicopters tryin to hover over niggaz till we drop Got no time for the courts, my only thought is open fire Hit the district attorney, but fuck that bitch, cause she's a liar Now it's time to expire, I see the judge, spray the bitch "Motherfuckers is crooked," is what I scream, and hit the fence I commence to get wicked, spittin rounds as the plot thickens Never missin an early grave is my only mission If I die, never worry, bury me beside my four-five May God forgive me, I was high, label me a * Chorus * (Dramacydal) Society lied to me, I ain't never gonna try to be My mob'll be doin robberies, and stickups on these wannabe's I witnessed niggaz lose they chest For ordinary reasons niggaz bodies put to rest So I just.. swallow my Beck's and holla, "Fuck em!" And if I'm next.. just let a nigga step with somethin I ain't fearin nuttin Young and thuggin, prepared for bustin if that's my destiny Ready for whatever, see you niggaz can't get the best of me (hold me down) Definitely no need for askin (now we mashin) Top speed (smokin weed) blastin (biotch!) Cause when I bust em they gonna shiver, the killer squad soldiers Got bodies floatin' in the river, what is they sayin? Talkin bout prayin -- they need to stop, that ain't gon' help These niggaz sprayin up my block, tryin to take my wealth * Chorus 2X * (Tupac) Fuck the judge, I gotta grudge Punk police, niggaz run the streets Hahah, it ain't nuttin but muuuuzik Shit's changed 1995 the game has changed, motherfuckers is actin REAL strange The rules is all rearranged You got babies lyin dead in the streets These punk police is crooked as me but all I see is motherfuckers actin less than G's Stop bein a playa-hater, be a innovator nigga Fuck that shit, don't be no entertainer and a stranger Be a real motherfucker keep it real pack that steel Cause you know these streets is real deal Muh'fuckers wanna see me in my casket Jealous, motherfuckin bastards I never die, thug niggaz multiply Cause after me is Thug Life baby Then the young thugs Then the youngest thug of all my nigga RahRah |
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