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Hahahahaha!
(Thug Life bitch, goin out like that) Once again! Hahaha! Once again! Hahaha! (Thug Life bitch) (2Pac) Y'all can't kill me! (Goin out like that) Hahahaha! (2Pac) Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch* (2Pac) Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch* (2Pac) Open fire on you niggaz (Thug Life bitch) (2Pac) Y'all can't kill me! Hahahaha (Goin out like that) Once again! Hahaha! Once again! Hahaha! (Thug Life bitch, goin out like that) (2Pac) Open fire on you niggaz *lower pitch* (2Pac) Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch* Once again! Hahaha! (Thug Life bitch, goin out like that) (Thug Life bitch, goin out like that) (2Pac) Y'all can't kill me! Once again! Hahaha! (2Pac) Open fire on you niggaz *lower pitch* (repeats in background) Once again! Hahaha! (2Pac) Y'all can't kill me! (2Pac) Y'all can't kill me! Hahahaha (2Pac) Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch* (Thug Life bitch, goin out like that) |
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"Alright now, here we go"
Verse One: 2Pac Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers kill me I'm out the gutter, pick a hero I'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competion's zero Cause I could give a fuck about you, better duck Or I'll be forced to hit yo ass up I give a fuck I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me? It's gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops to come and get me Niggaz know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser Word to God I've been ready to die since I was born I don't want no shit but niggaz trip and yo it's on Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried It's a man's world, niggaz get played, another stray Hope I live to see another day, hey I'm getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust? Got my mama stressin thinkin it's a drug bust Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached We living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my last Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask That's the consequences when ya livin, fast Six bricks of tricks, for my niggaz, I gotta come up and recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures Is it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover over the fence and open fire "Alright now, here we go" Verse Two: 2Pac These motherfuckers on my ass I'm in traffic, will it be tragic? I'm comin round the corner like I'm Magic Doin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches In a high speed chase with these punk bitches Don't turn around I ain't givin up, cause they don't worry me Pussy ass bitches better bury me Runnin outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot We in the hood, how the fuck they gon catch a crook? Haha I got away cause I'm clever Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies at the coppers that persue me, beotch! I be a hustler til it's over, motherfucker Open fire on you bustas "Alright now, here we go" Verse Three: 2Pac Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state I gotta pay my fuckin bills, so I'm transportin weight Change my plates, pick up my nigga, and now we rollin Droppin keys like they stolen, hehe Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta town until the coast is clear Enough dope to last a year They got me running from the police, nowhere to go With the lights out, rollin down a dirt road But I ain't goin alive, I'd rather die than be a convict I'd rather fire on my target I hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh shit! Them bitches right behind me They take a shot and hit my fuckin tires Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka! Hahahaha, Thug Life! |
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| 3. |
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Chorus
girl it's alright baby cause it's there in your eyes yeah I can see that you want me by the way that you smile are you still down for me jon b. left once again at home another night on your own ain't no fun in love if you're loving alone how does it feel to be useless oh no can you recall how close we use to be then can you still remember those feelings again seems like everytime I see you there's a tear in your eye time to make some decisions or go dying inside Tupac Tell'em all call me a fool but I'm stuck in this love thang plus I'm overheatin' from the rush our tongues touch kissin feelin fireworks watch the sky I make you smile but you'd rather have what makes you cry say goodbye and leave now with my heart on my sleeve memories what I found is you still care (still care) you had feelings and they're still there baby girl keep it real here are you still down Chorus girl it's alright now baby cause it's there in your eyes yeah I can see that you want me by the way that you smile are you still down for me Jon b. remember that evening I knew that you were too scared to go all the way but you did it to please me crying it was raining when you gave it to me the more I see you the more that I feel inside and I know one day you'll make it back to where you can fly (watch time) go don't cry tommorow brings better days let me dry your eyes take your burdens away Tupac only once in a lifetime touch my soul go slow baby boo don't rush the flow got me all weak baby but I'm strong in parts more bounce to the ounce with the longest sparks gettin' mine like fine wine measured in time many other brothers loved you but the pleasure was mine moma taught me how to love a woman properly sprung we committed so I hit it so it's properly done are you still down? Chorus girl it's alright baby cause it's there in your eyes yeah I can see that you want me by the way that you smile are you still down for me (Repite to fade) |
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| 4:15 |
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Major! Hell motherfuckin yeah
This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolin, hell yeah Mama raised a hellrazor... Born thuggin Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen On the scene watchin fiends buggin Kickin up dust with the older G's Soakin up the game that was told to me I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot, I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons A young nigga askin questions while other suckers was guessin I was ganked for sexin Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin class and I'm buckin blastin, straight mashin Mobbin through the overpass laughin While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord Can ya feel me? I keep my finger in the trigger Cause some nigga tried to kill me and mama raised a hellraizor, everyday gettin paid Police on my pager, straight stressin A fugitive my occupation is under question Wanted for investigation, and even though I'm marked for death, I'ma spark til I lose my breath Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin trap And they wonder why it's hard bein black Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh Chorus: Stretch Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major Lord be my savior, unnh (Repeat 4X) Mama raised a hellrazor (2Pac) Dear Lord can ya feel me Stress gettin major, unnh Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure Why you let the police beat down niggaz I'm startin to think all the rich in the world is safe While the po' babies restin in the early graves God come save the youth Ain't nothin else to do but have faith in you Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic crooked cop killin Glock, tell me Lord Can ya feel me? Show a way I'm prayin but my enemies won't go away And everywhere I turn I see niggaz burn Every nigga that I know's on death row My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price Little young motherfucker doin triple life Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin better If my nigga knew the truth he'd hit the roof Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin pen Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin major (Lord be my savior, unnh) Chorus: Stretch Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major Lord be my savior, unhh (repeat 2X) Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me A young nigga tryin to make it on these rough streets I'm on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME THE WHOLE WORLD done made a nigga crazy! I got my three-five-seven can't control it Screamin die motherfucker and he's loaded Everybody run for cover, I cause shit Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me Cause do or die gettin high till they bury me Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why Little girl like LaTasha, had to die She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped And when I saw it on the news I see busta girl killin 'Tasha Now I'm screamin fuck the world, in the end it's my friends, that flip-flop Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop Thug Life motherfucker I lick shots Every nigga on my block dropped two cops Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high with my hands on the trigger, Thug nigga Stressin like a motherfuckin drug dealer And even in the darkest nights, I'm a Thug for Life I got the heart to fight now Mama raised a hellraiser why cry That's just life in the ghetto, do or die |
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| 5. |
| 4:16 |
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Intro:
Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shit that nigga ain't from muhfuckin' New York That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas Yo nigga man fuck Pac that nigga West Coast that fucker that always with them New York niggas seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain't from the West Coast Man fuck Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain't really down rapin' ass nigga I didn't do it fuck it with that nigga fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail right and fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga 2Pac (overlapping) I'm in this muthafucka I guess these muthafuckas tryin' to take me out the business right I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York and I ain't West Coast for these niggas on the West huh? Fuck e'rybody Heh heh heh... Thug style out this muthafucka niggas throw ya hands in the air If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop I want muthafucking police trying to pull niggas over on this one We taking this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style Thug style You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G We ain't dead yet, hit me!! Verse 1 I got my Hennessy find ya foes in a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes I'm getting high off buddha 'Cause the times be slow I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke and who meee a nigga livin' life like a G in that artillery keepin' niggas off of me I can't sleep living in these wicked times peep, niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat You can holler if you want to pleeease I ain't runnin' with no punk crew bleeeed enemies and my range is on you're in the danger zone my fuckin' game is strong, Hotline You suckas better find ya mind I got mine from hustling and busting them rhymes to my niggas up in Quentin Down on Riker's Isle stay rile But a nigga gotta use his styles These, Chorus Niggas don't know my style quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child try to put me in the courts But my force was wild Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style These, Niggas don't know my style quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child try to put me in the courts But my force was wild Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style Verse 2 I could be wrong but I never got along with cops it's like they stuck from making niggas duck from Glocks all the time my mind's full of thoughts of ends I'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow) My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie cause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicide My mama cried when they took me off to jail only me inside the cell Straight locked up in this hell I hear some sucka screaming like the demon's inside will 'em away in the morning Only the strong survive I cry but in my own way Swallow my pride pick a reason to hide from all the niggas that die (Rest in Peace) cemetary full of brothers I buried It's going down even now I wonder will I still be around my hometown is the gutter I was born a wild came up out this dust with my heartless style These, Chorus Niggas don't know my style quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child try to put me in the courts But my force was wild Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style These, Niggas don't know my style quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child try to put me in the courts But my force was wild Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style Verse 3 I remember Uptown huh got to get to listenin' to Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits and even though I had habit makin' words rhyme I was caught up in the madness Juvenile thugs come on I tell the whole story nothin' but truth Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs and Pete and Lee young G's with a gift of gab and tryin' to hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab remember mama's cooking No school straight hookin' and tryin' to get with light skinned cause she good looking And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't paying call the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biotch) I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck I had to move around a lot 'cause my moms was stuck I had family but I was way too wild had to move to the West to regain my style These, Chorus 'til end with ad libs |
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| 4:29 |
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Power.. pow.. power...
Guess who's back? Hahaha, here we go It's ninety-fo', what's next? Power.. enter my world I guess this year gonna be a motherfucker for real niggaz I swear these playa haters done got a taste of power It ain't all good in the hood Least not on my side, from where I stand And the law? Man, fuck the law! Niggaz must outthink, outstep, and continuously outsmart the motherfuckin law, in every way Key word in ninety-four is 'down low' Gots to be struggling I see how the rich got theirs Nigga I'm legit, shit Where do we go from here? (Who's afraid, of the punk police? To my niggaz run the streets, fuck peace) -- Repite in background Heyyy niggaz, where your heart at? See motherfuckers killin babies, killin mommas Killin kids, puttin this in they motherfuckin mark Now what type of mixed up trick would kill the future of our race before he would he look his enemy dead in the eye, and open fire? These crazy motherfuckers got toys with guns Jails for guns, but still, no god damn jobs And they wonder why we loc'n up Where do we go from here? Where do we go? *singers singing variations of 'Where do we go from here'* All you niggaz out there The clouds shook, the world listened We stood together in April of ninety-two With duty, and a sense of honor There is no limit to what WE can achieve That's all on us... us... Not my niggaz, not the whites, not the enemies or none of them motherfuckers, US What can WE do? Shit I declare a death sentence to all child molestors Fake-ass bitches, male and female And all you punk-ass snitches We can do without your asshole Let no man break, what we set Where do we go from here? Rest in peace, to Cato, I miss you All the other real G's that passed away in ninety-three In ninety-four, and more What do we do? For us? |
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Chorus: I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X)
I was raised, the little young nigga doin bad shit Talk much shit cause I never had shit I could remember being whupped in class And if I didn't pass mama whupped my ass Was it my fault papa didn't plan it out Broke out left me to be the man of the house I couldn't take it, had to make a profit Down the block, got a glock, and I clock grip Makin G's was my mission Movin enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and why must I sock a fella, just to live large like Rockefeller First you didn't give a fuck, but you're learnin now If you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down God damn it's a motherfuckin riot Black people only hate police so don't try it If you're not from the town then don't pass through Cause some O.G. fools might blast you It ain't right but it's long overdue We can't have peace til the niggaz get a piece too I want G's so you label me a criminal And if I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto Chorus Verse Two: 2Pac Here on Earth, tell me what's a black life worth A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts And even when you take the shit Move counties get a lawyer you can shake the shit Ask Rodney, LaTasha, and many more It's been goin on for years, there's plenty more When they ask me, when will the violence cease? When your troops stop shootin niggaz down in the street Niggaz had enough time to make a difference Bear witness, own our own business Word to God cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet First we couldn't afford shit now everything's free so we loot, please don't shoot when you see I'm takin from them, cause for years they would take it from me Now the tables have turned around You didn't listen, until the niggaz burned it down And now Bush can't stop the hit Predicted the shit, in 2Pacalypse And for once I was down with niggaz, felt good in the hood bein around the niggaz, yeah And for the first time everybody let go And the streets is death row, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto Chorus Verse Three: 2Pac I see no changes, all I see is racist faces Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races We under I wonder what it take to make this one better place, let's erase the wait state Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right Cause both black and white are smokin crack tonight And only time we deal is when we kill each other It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And though it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black President, huh It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks I wake up in the morning and I ask myself Is life worth living should I blast myself I'm tired of being poor and even worse I'm black My stomach hurts so I'm lookin for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a ne-gro Pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero Mo' nigga mo' nigga mo' niggaz I'd rather be dead than a po' nigga Let the Lord judge the criminals If I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto Chorus (to :27 from fade) Just think, if niggaz decide to retaliate (Soldier in the house) I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X to fade) |
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| 3:40 |
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Verse 1
The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out Pray to my God everyday but he don't listen the poverty bothers me but mama's working wonders in the kitchen Listen I can hear her crying in the bedroom praying for money we never think would she be dead soon Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else at 13 can't feed myself Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me wish he would've helped me too much like him 'til my mama don't love me On my own at a early age gettin' paid and I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid Where did I go astray I'm hanging in the back streets running with G's and dope fiends will they jack me? Can't turn back my eyes on the prize I got nothing to lose everybody gotta die say good-bye to the bad guy that one you fucked when you passed by Buck buck (gunshots) from a Glock tempured glass fly Do or Die walk a mile in my shoes and you'd be crazy too with nothing to lose Chorus I got nothing to lose (that's why I got gang related) got nothing to lose 5x nothing to lose Verse 2 I thank the Lord for my many blessings though I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection from the barrel of the Smith & Wesson and all my niggas in the pen' here we go again Ain't nothing seperating us from a mack 10 Born in the ghetto as a hustla older straight soldier bucking at them bustas No matter how you try niggas never die We just retaliate with hate then we multiply see me striking down the block hittin' co'ners Mobbin' like a muthafucka livin' like I wanna Ain't no stoppin' at the red lights I'm sideways Thug Life muthafucka criiime pays Let the cops put they lights on chase me nigga zig-zaggin' through the freeway race me nigga In a high speed chase with the law the realest muthafucka that you ever saw I'm livin' raw 'til they bury me don't worry me I'm high livin' like I ain't afraid to die And you could walk a mile in my shoes and you'd be crazy too Chorus Verse 3 Ain't no escape from a deadly fate and everyday there's a million black bodies put away I'm startin' to lose hope it seems everybody's on dope Mama told me to leave 'cause she was broke Sometimes I choke on the indo peepin' out the window alone on my own I'm a criminal Got no love from the household I'm out cold in the streets give me muthafucking peace I got nothing to lose and something to prove What do I do live Thug Life nigga stay true I wonder when they kill me is there a Heaven for a real G Lord forgive me if you feel me 'Cause all my life I was dirt broke with no hope li'l skinny muthafucka wantin' dough I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade but everyday it's a struggle to get major paid Anyway it's so hard on a nigga in this city no pity and ain't no love for the scrubs that be buyin' time If you could walk a mile in my shoes you'd be crazy too with nothing to lose Chorus Outro It was a what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga We be the craziest...Muthafucka! You know! It was a what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga We be the craziest! |
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| 3:38 |
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(If she didn't wanna fuck then she never would've called you) Repeated
Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson. It's all good. Chorus You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches (Repeat) Verse 1: Richie Rich Jack of all trades ballin' like Jordan you punk fake inside the paint in fact I know you can't do half of the shit that you was claimin' in the county Suckas on yo jock you claim you run the block Polyurethane busta cracked in half you claim you folding bank but I know yo bank stank I lived around the corner I seen you fully smoked Must I say some more you weighed a buck 04 you sold ya TV for a buck cause it was way too late Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight You's a baller lying to them youngstas quick got them thinking you sick and representing yo click But you's an old basehead kickin' too much hype yo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes And if they knew yo identity you'd probably be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh) You ain't got to lie to kick it. Chorus 4x Verse 2: 2Pac You ain't got to lie to kick it y'all don't hear me I got these niggas yackin' in my face about some shit that never took place And what you see is what you get that's what he told me I peeped it in his pose exposed the fucking phony I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie with them bitches they be freaky they don't know me Hey it's gettin drastic Gunnin niggas down cause they plastic Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked and stuffed in a casket Rippin' the shit like it's my muthafucking last hit Hey they wonder why a nigga's nothin' nice and everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson Cause I know the real on the bitch she got to skit ya just to get a nigga's riches (fuck that bitch) I pray to God that the bitch don't get no dick and got a nigga screamin' Fuck That Bitch! Chorus Verse 3: Pac & Rich Well if a bitch'll be a bitch Then a trick'll be a trick I've got my nigga Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix this is Thug Life baby rollin' hoes like Vogues Stay the fuck up out of mine and I'll stay out of yours It's a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn't understand This Tanqueray got me screamin' Fuck yo' man. But now you beefing on the strength that you was thinkin' I was jocking Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I'm steady clockin' and if it ain't about a buck I gives a fuck it's raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck so what's up with them low life bitches tryin' to play me Bitch you better see Trojan about yo' baby (Ha ha) Trickin' niggas better catch up on they pimpin' Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slipping Chorus 'til end |
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Throw them thangs X3
The quicker the nigga can go on The faster the nigga can get his dough on Then I can hit my flow and get my ho on Them niggas don't know what goes on They trying to fuck with all they clothes on Then act up when all the hoes gone Are you ready for my flow? hit me (Hoooooooo!) X3 Stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go I'm quick to kill a nigga any nigga feel me nigga You can't fade me I'm way to fucking real nigga 2Pacalypse Now still down with the Underground Niggas get clowned when I come around Boom boom motherfucker and it don't stop Fuck a cop pass the glock and it won't stop If ya ready for my flow hit me (Hoooooooo!) X3 Stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go If ya wondering the thunder and the trouble Is coming from the rebel as I hit ya from the lower level Hit me once fucking D M and two times Popping like two nines hitting 'em with new rhymes I can make you love me Best to chill with the nigga 'cause ya sure can't punch me If ya feel me let me hear ya say (Rock that shit) X3 'Cause ain't a nigga alive that can stop the hit (Spice1) Hey, hold on young 'Pac Motherfuckers ain't riding no hookers out here Punk motherfuckers think the town Ain't got handle bars on and shit And ya lie to get slapped behind here With a motherfucking motor, punk sissy (2Pac) Tell them motherfucking square ass niggas Check this out Y'all fonna come up off those motherfucking thangs 'Cause I ain't fonna be up in sweating for nothing Ya little punk square nigga I'm quick to spit the shit get ya open Straight outta Oakland Fuck the law get ya jaw broken Ba ba ba bang bang nigga it's a stick up dee Turn the kick up I'm ready to rip the shit up G They got me hype hype hyper, am I hype enough? Pass the blunt motherfucker let me light shit up And pump ya fist like this 'Cause the cops can't flip on a whole damn clique So suck dick What they hitting 'fo? Double up nigga it's on The type of nigga that likes to bone with the lights on If ya ready for a nigga hit me (Hooooooo!) X3 Stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go Yes some of you niggas are bitches too Little square motherfuckers trying to get to who? Pop pop never made it to ya punk ass clique Talk shit now ya gotta get ya punk ass whipped For the bitches that be trying to work a nigga For the tramps that be trying to jerk a nigga For the rollers that be trying to urk a nigga I'ma hustle and you punks can't hurt me nigga If ya ready for a nigga hit me (Hooooooo!) X3 Stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go uh, uh, yeah Let them thangs go |
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| 4:09 |
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Nobody's, closing me out of my business (repeat 2X)
(2Pac) My definition of a thug nigga Nobody's, closing me out of my business Verse One: 2Pac I played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin Pack my nine til it's time to go to prison As I'm bailin down the block that I come from, still gotta pack a gun Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb I guess I live life forever jugglin But I'll be hustlin til the early mornin cause I'm strugglin Like drinkin liquor make the money come quicker Gettin pages from my bitch it's time to dick her I ain't in love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her Drop off and let the next nigga get her That's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make the dough Break a hoe when it's time to make some mo' I keep my finger on the trigger of my Glock Ridin down the block lickin shots at the punk-ass *cops* And spittin game through my mobile phone The type of shit to get them hoes to bone My Definition of a Thug Nigga Chorus: (various samples) Tis the season, to be servin What you doin? Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker (repeat 3X) Tis the season, to be servin Verse Two: 2Pac Well I roll with a crew of zoo niggaz They're quick to pulle a nine when it's time do niggaz Comin through like I'm two niggaz, a true nigga fuck a Zig Zag Roll me a blunt and pass that brew nigga I'm drivin drunk on the freeway, so take it ea-sy Lookin for a new face to skeeze me Everybody's lookin for a nut but I'm searchin for the big bucks Give a fuck, rather die than be stuck In a one-room shack, and, kickin back Daydreamin with the nine in my lap (huh) So how's that from the mind of a Thug Nigga Bought a fo'-five cause I heard that the slug's bigger Figure the first motherfucker to jump'll find hisself Gettin swept off his feet by the pump I put that on my moms, word to the motherfuckin trigger Before I go broke I'll be a drug dealer, a Thug Nigga Chorus Verse Three: 2Pac Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time Make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime So here we go, we in the inner city I keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is shitty Niggaz don't like me cause I'm makin ends Roll in a Benz and I blaze a blunt, cause I'm all in And any nigga trying to take what I got'll Hafta deal with the sixteen-shot Glock (huh) So here we go, I can't be faded Happy in the motherfucker, finally made it Got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger And I ain't takin shit from no niggaz I'm just tryin to make some money right Put some motherfuckin food in my tummy right I'm feelin good like I'm supposed to, ready to ball Find a spot and we can serve em all My Definition of a Thug Nigga Outro: (various samples) Tis the season, to be servin Mobbin like a motherfucker, every single day (2Pac) My Definition of a Thug Nigga (repeat 3X) Tis the season, to be servin Nobody's, closing me out of my business (continually scratched to near end) |
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(Rule number one... niggaz die, daily, hahahaha)
Hear me! Boo-yaow! (Ready for whatever, hell yeah What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga? Them Thug Life niggaz be the craziest -- run up nigga!) (2Pac) There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder Puffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep from goin under Gettin lost in the madness, blunted gettin tipsy Got my pistol out the window screamin, "Lord come and get me" Am I sick, or am I just another victim? Unloadin my clip, I'm watchin every bullet spit when I kick em Niggaz die from automatic gunfire Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die When they bury me, they bury me a G Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's caught Had a motherfuckin ward but he didn't go to court God damn, and one day we'll all be together Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon (Yeah, niggaz movin somethin in the nine-trey It's all about makin money, gettin yours And knockin coppers off the motherfuckin planet Word to the motherfuckin nine nigga We gonna make this motherfucker ours If they don't feel me, they gon kill me So Syke, get skanless nigga) (Big Syke) Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heav-en? (hell naw) After all this shit I did with my Mac-11 Did I sell my soul? Mama woulda saved me That's the way that daddy raised me Oh God, help me I'm losin it So fuck it! Take me I'm doin it! I need to change and look for a better way I got a hundred round clip to my AK Commitin sins I might die in vain So fuck it! We'll live off the street fame! God didn't send me in the right direction I'm gettin hit by a diesel in the intersection I know you're out there help a young brother (hear me) Til then I'ma smoke motherfuckers Things wouldn't be so bad if we got the things that we never had, I'm ready for whatever (Hahahahaha, that's my motherfuckin nigga there Big ballin-ass Syke Yeah nigga, you schooled them young bustas on how it is to be a real motherfuckin G In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin daily so you best be packin If you ain't, boo-yaow motherfucker!) (2Pac) Dear mama I know you worry cause I'm hardly at home Every other night in jail, got you patient by the phone Wanna shake it cause I can't take it got me livin in Hell Like I'm walkin with a secret that'll kill me if I tell I live the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the game So much caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eye When I die, bury me with my fo'-five And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga Goin to Hell with my finger on the trigger Now everybody's starin Got a nigga losin hair and they wonder if I'm all there Well don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers when niggaz gettin richer (mo' money) Now tell me if you wanna live forever Niggaz dyin so be ready for whatever (Yeah, ready for whatever Ready for whatever Thug Life niggaz and we be ready for whatever Let me go like this, ready for whatever Huh, Big Syke he be ready for whatever My nigga Kato, ready for whatever Pain, he's ready for whatever And my nigga Bam Bam, he ready for whatever My nigga Banks just be ready for whatever Modu, he's ready for whatever Big Serg, we ready for whatever Charlie Tango, ready for whatever My nigga Pac, be ready for whatever Yeah, ready for whatever Ready for whatever My big-ballin ass nigga Boom, ready for whatever fo' sho' Yeah, you know! This how the player's do it I know you standin there confused You wonderin -- what type of nigga is a Thug Life nigga? Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga About gettin riches, bitches, and plenty loc Ya hear me?) Ready for whatever |
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Intro:
*the first three notes of Taps plays* M.A. Parks, C57797, you have a visitor Right there, stall three Hi baby. Whassup honey? Hey you know it's just only one more week until family visit. Yeah I'ma rock them drawers. A-heh. Yeah but you know did you take care of that bidness I asked you to do? I made those deposits. Okay that's cool you bring that shit? Yeah I got it. Awright see that guard over there? Mmm-hmm. When you get done just hand him the shit, he know whassup. Awright. Hey you know E just got cracked, he's in jail now. What? Yeah, Go-Go's out. I just saw him runnin around the other day. Ahh, fuck that fool. But anyway, what's happenin with my moms? She gave me a message for you: She said she's sorry she couldn't be here today, but she'll be here next week. Awright well check this out, I got somethin real important I want you to tell her (guard) C'mon c'mon this shit's over with. *commotion breaks out* (girl) I'm not done talking to him! (guard) C'mon boy, back to your cell. Shut that shit up bitch! He's outta here, c'mon. (guy) Don't be callin my woman no bitch! I'll fuck you up! (guard) Yeah yeah fool, what? Yeah yeah that's what they all say fool. You institutionalized, and this is your home... Guess who's back, and ready to knock off a cop or two Cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off The penetentiary don't stop a nigga cause he's in jail Hell I'm makin more money on the street from here in a cell I'm livin proper, the coppers is havin fits I just made the profit, you punks ain't stoppin shit I still remember my momma told me Find the cop who killed your brother send him to Hell lookin homely Cause a real nigga love the law What's raw is a nigga that's above the law Keep pressin your luck and get fucked, huh Think a nigga don't know whassup cause he's locked up But in the meantime, it's get swoll get clean time Concentrate on gettin green time And as the years go by, they forgot about the small time soldier from the block, huh To kill the crook they threw the book at me Don't worry be nappy, don't even look happy Put me in the hole, gave me cold cuts Did push-ups until I swoll up And then they offer me a furlough But what they don't know as soon as I get free I'm killin five mo' They asked me if I changed much I told em 'Yeah' even though I'm still the same nut They started askin my questions about my brother And makin remarks about my mother, hmm Wait a minute, hold up Makin jokes about my folks'll get yours blown up They sent me back to the hole for what I told em I guess he didn't believe me, so I showed him He went home to find a tragedy Nigga, that's what you get for tryin to badger me And anybody else that wanna sweat me I'm already in jail so you punks can't get me You better pray they never see me Cause if they let me free, prepare for trouble on the streets. When I get free Chorus: When I get free (3X) Chorus |
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Hold on... *lighter flicks up*
Yeah it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby *inhales* It'll get better... *coughing* Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style When this whole beat drop we just gon' run it to em bet It's all good, uhh I never had much, ran with a bad bunch Little skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch And all through Junior High, we was just gettin by And drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives I never did cry, and even though I had pain in my heart, I was hopeless from the start They couldn't tell me nothin, they all tried to help to help me The marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy I travelled places, caught cases, what a ill year I felt the pain and the rain but I'm still here Never did like the police, let the whole world know Now I gets no peace, cause they chasin me down And facin me now, what do I do? These thangs that a Thug goes through And still I rise so keep ya head up, and make ya mind strong It's a struggle every day but you gotta hold on Chorus: repeat 4X Hold on, be strong, hold on Be strong, hold on When it's on it's on There's, never a good day, cause in my hood they let they AK's pump strays where the kids play And every Halloween, check out the murder scene Can't help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen My homies dyin 'fore they get to see they birthdays These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth I know that ain't the truth, sometimes I look for proof I wonder if heaven got a ghetto, and if it does Does it matter if you blood or you cuz Remember how it was, the picnics and the parties in the projects Small time drinkin gettin high with them armies Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter I'm dealin with the madness, raised by a single mother I'm tryin to tell you when it's on You gotta keep your head to the sky and be strong, most of all hold on Chorus repeats Interlude: I know them ain't tears comin down your face Wipe your eyes In this world Only the strong survive y'know Hmm, I know it's hard out there Welfare AIDS, earthquakes Muggings, carjackings Yeah we got problems But believe me when I tell you Things always get better God don't like ugly And God don't like no quitters You know what Billie Holiday said bay-bee God bless the child that can hold his own Y'know? You got to stand strong And when these bustas try to knock you out your place You stand there to they face Tell em hold on, and be strong The game don't stop Hmmm This here is black main If you don't never leave nothin, learn one thing It don't stop, til the casket drop Thug, for Life... feel me? All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong When things get bad, especially come the first and the fifteenth Stay strong, and stay ballin, hold on I'll catch y'all at the next life, we in traffic |
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*little kid* Tell me about these fake ass bitches
(2Pac) Look here little nigga Most of these niggaz be bitches too but you'll never hear that side of the story So uhh, we finna do this shit like this It's like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin riches What the fuck you think a trick is nigga Nigga done stick and wet his dick and then get tricked out all his riches by a -- BITCH! I'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya Think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her It's like a motherfuckin priveledge So don't give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits When she call ya, ask that little tramp whassup And if she hesitates nigga hang up, worrrd up And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone And call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on A motherfucking mack tonight Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight You fuckin punks, I hate you snitches Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches (God, damn! You can't just hit them niggaz with that game and expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless. But we gonna kick this shit like this here) Chorus: 2Pac I can't stand fake ass bitches Lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches (repeat 2X) Time to show these bustas who's boss Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy Broke hoes runnin round yellin Gimme! I can't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man Shit all I wanted her to do is suck my DICK So how about hittin a motherfucker on my pager Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega Fuckin with the player that made her, huh And I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch) So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked So where the motherfuckin hoes at? Punk niggaz can't fade the mack, livin fat Gettin paid to rap, it's like that, you motherfuckin bitches Yeah, yeah that's my motto She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass niggaz So y'all take that shit back to y'all camp and uhh you sleep on that there, it's like Chorus 2X Oh you too nigga, don't think we ain't talkin bout your punk ass You old fake ass nigga Standin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that You soft as a motherfuckin grape Ain't this a motherfuckin bitch I can see right through your flower ass Some of these niggaz is bitches too, man I tell ya It's gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo' but we gonna do this shit Y'all take this shit and you play this shit for every single fake ass bitch out there And there's plenty of em You probably got one sittin next to you right now Bobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit that he listenin to Fake ass motherfuckin bitch, die in ninety-four |
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Turn it up loud
Hahaha, ahahaha, hey man You a little sucker for love, right? Word up, hahahahaha I shoulda seen you was trouble right from the staaaaaart, taught me so many lessons How not to mess with broken hearts, so many questions When this began we was the perfect match, perhaps we had some problems but we workin at it, and now the arguments are gettin loud, don't wanna stay But I can't help from walkin out, just throw it away Just take my hand and understand, if you could see I never planned to be a man it just wasn't me But now I'm searchin for commitment, in other arms I wanna shelter you from harm, don't be alarmed Your attitude was the cause, you got me stressin Soon as I open up the door with your jealous questions Like where can I be you're killin me with your jealousy Now my ambition's to be free I can't breathe, cause soon as I leave, it's like a trap I hear you callin me to come back, I'm a sucka for love ... that's right, sucka for love Chorus: repeat 2X What you won't do, do for love You tried everything, but you don't give up Just when I thought I broke away and I'm fellin happy You try to trap me say you pregnant and guess who the daddy Don't wanna fall for it, but in this case what could I do? So now I'm back to makin promises to you, tryin to keep it true What if I'm wrong, a trick to keep me holdin on Tryin to be strong and in the process, keep you goin I'm bout to lose my composure, I'm gettin close To packin up and leavin notes, and gettin ghost Tell me who knows, a peaceful place where I can go To clear my head I'm feelin low, losin control My heart is sayin leave, oh what a tangle web we weave when we conspire to conceive, and now You gettin calls at the house, guess you cheatin That's all I need to hear cause I'm leavin, I'm out the do' Never no more will you see me, this is the end Cause now I know you've been cheatin, I'm a sucka for love ... damn, sucka for love... sucka for love ... sucka for love Chorus Now he left you with scars, tears on your pillow and you still stay As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away It wasn't always a hit and run relationship It use to be love, happieness and companionship Remember when I treated you good I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood Me and you a happy home, when it was on I had a love to call my own I shoulda seen you was trouble but I was lost, trapped in your eyes Preoccupied with gettin tossed, no need to lie You had a man and I knew it, you told me Don't worry bout it we can do it now I'm under pressure Make a decision cause I'm waitin, when I'm alone I'm on the phone havin secret conversations, huh I wanna take your misery, replace it with happiness but I need your faith in me, I'm a sucka for love ... sucka for love, know you ain't right G but yet I'ma sucka for love Chorus ... I'ma sucka for love, sucka for love ... Sucka for love Chorus Chorus |
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2Pac
---- Young Thugs in this motherfucker Don't break up the fight, let 'em rumble Don't make enemies with me I Try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see Don't make enemies with me Some say my criminal experience is legendary I do what's necessary Niggas wanna see me burried Worried, if you coming hurried I ain't going down, fuck the world I'm a thug Tell 'em can't nothing stop me but a slug I went from drug dealing to a shot caller From off the block, no longer rock And putting money in my pocket, nationwide baller Bitch nigga I'm prepared to die, Before I fry I hit the weed so I be forever high My eyes has seen so much in misery, So before I flee I open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed Bitches don't wanna see me leave, forever thugging Tell 'em bury me a G on everything I love And fuck the law 'cause the raw niggas ain't free This picture's clear but we can't see, hahaha This game is jealousy, Don't let 'em change That's what they keep on telling me, motherfuck the fame I can't sleep 'cause I keep hearing peeps Loaded my ?? wrapped in my sheets Don't make enemies with me I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see Don't make enemies with me Rather fuck with these other other little Gs Don't make enemies with me, nigga I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see Don't make enemies with me Fuck with these other other little Gs Don't make enemies with me Mutah with K-Dogg in () The game is getting deeper with this I couldn't stop, I'm reminising And having flashbacks when them niggas came up missing (Wish in my heart, these niggas they ain't have to start Now therefore they gotta see in dark Played the part with heart when we spark they part Running silly through the court) They don't really wanna start (How you wanna do?) Yo K, anyway These motherfuckers wanna play we can do it all day So I stay (Sipping on my aray to keep my head fine And I'm where? Everywhere from here to bedtime) yeah nigga And I squeeze when I say I'm coming Straight gunning on enemies if it's really me that they wanting (Cause it ain't nothing, Y'all niggas is fronting Do you really want it? niggas dying...) 2Pac Don't make enemies with me I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see Don't make enemies with me You'd rather fuck with these other other little Gs Don't make enemies with me I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see Don't make enemies with me You'd rather fuck with these other other little Gs Don't make enemies with me Big Mal with Yak in () Now, we're in '94, Niggas get bust through the do' ?Cup? in a flash sittin on that ass (And rarely fold) Galitter tell 'em bout that trife shit (You wanna fight? I wanna light shit, you lose your life bitch) bee-yatch! A nigga struggle too hard for what I got hustle (And doubled every fucking yard that I cop and stop Hell nah! I coulnd't see it Facing a century in the penatentury but so be it) And Jesus couldn't help me out the state (Prepare for an early date to see my fate at the pearly gate But wait) No time for stalling (But death is calling) You wanna stomp on it somebody's gotta start falling (True, what I do from sun up) is for a come up (Wake up with my gun up) Cause when I sneak that's when they run up (So It's time to spray like Ray And put the freeze on these fake Gs) You know how we do 2Pac Don't make enemies with me haha I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see Don't make enemies with me You'd rather fuck with these other other little Gs Don't make enemies with me, nigga I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see Don't make enemies with me You'd Rather fuck with these other other little Gs Don't make enemies with me What nigga? Young motherfucking thugs, let's out do it Don't make enemies with me nigga Y'all better fuck with these other niggas And I don't see it Don't make enemies with me Motherfuckers is fatal nigga I swear by the Gods Don't make enemies with me nigga Niggas gonna see they caskets fucking with these bastards Don't make enemies with me It's for all these motherfuckers that's swearing to God That they be doing something Don't make enemies with me That they touching something That they being something Y'all niggas ain't shit That's on my mama bring the drama, nigga Young Thugs, fuck the drugs These niggas making records, y'all niggas best to check it Cause y'all gonna get yo asshole tore They tearing patches out you niggas ass All y'all niggas, I don't give a fuck who you running with This is thug life nigga, the new generation motherfucker Young Thugs we chin checking all you junior high school motherfuckers Y'all better feel this shit, don't make enemies with these niggas You better be friendly motherfucker, I swear to God We running through, smile from handshake |
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Death Row
That's where motherfuckers is endin up Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness I rob my adversaries, but Slick done left a witness Wonder if they'll catch me, or will this nigga snitch Should I shoot his bitch, or make the nigga rich? Don't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped Hawkin while I'm walkin, and talkin behind my back I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this shit to win it Cause life's a Wheel of, Fortune here's my chance to spin it Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me Niggaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash Whip out the nine, now I'ma dive and pump your ass Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk Snatched him like a bitch, and threw him in the trunk The punk thought I was bluffin, but swear I'm nothin nice Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend It's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers And fuck five-oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where they find me? 16 on Death Row Dear mama, these cops don't understand me I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger The brother in my set, is 16 is wet It's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin Hell I shouldn'ta let him catch me Instead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy And my cellmate's raped on the norm And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin torn They made me an animal Can't sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals And that's how it is in the pen Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend My mama prayed for me Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?) Cause when they come for me they find a struggler To the death I take the breath from your jugular The trick is to never lose hope I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where you find me? 16 on Death Row Dear mama, they sentenced me to death Today's my final day, I'm countin every breath I'm bitter cause I'm dyin, so much I haven't seen I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16 I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a shit And they too quick to say goodbye to me They tell me the preacher's there for me He's a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared for me He's only here to be sure I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitin on the poor, and how can these people judge me? They ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan to keep a nigga in the state pen And to my homies out buryin motherfuckers Steer clear of these Aryan motherfuckers Cause once they got you locked up They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot I'm convinced self-defense is the way Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day I wish I woulda known while I was out there Now I'm straight headin for the chair Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where we live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where you find me? 16 on Death Row 16 on Death Row It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries 16 on Death Row |
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| 4:41 |
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Chorus: I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X)
I was raised, the little young nigga doin bad shit Talk much shit cause I never had shit I could remember being whupped in class And if I didn't pass mama whupped my ass Was it my fault papa didn't plan it out Broke out left me to be the man of the house I couldn't take it, had to make a profit Down the block, got a glock, and I clock grip Makin G's was my mission Movin enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and why must I sock a fella, just to live large like Rockefeller First you didn't give a fuck, but you're learnin now If you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down God damn it's a motherfuckin riot Black people only hate police so don't try it If you're not from the town then don't pass through Cause some O.G. fools might blast you It ain't right but it's long overdue We can't have peace til the niggaz get a piece too I want G's so you label me a criminal And if I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto Chorus Verse Two: 2Pac Here on Earth, tell me what's a black life worth A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts And even when you take the shit Move counties get a lawyer you can shake the shit Ask Rodney, LaTasha, and many more It's been goin on for years, there's plenty more When they ask me, when will the violence cease? When your troops stop shootin niggaz down in the street Niggaz had enough time to make a difference Bear witness, own our own business Word to God cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet First we couldn't afford shit now everything's free so we loot, please don't shoot when you see I'm takin from them, cause for years they would take it from me Now the tables have turned around You didn't listen, until the niggaz burned it down And now Bush can't stop the hit Predicted the shit, in 2Pacalypse And for once I was down with niggaz, felt good in the hood bein around the niggaz, yeah And for the first time everybody let go And the streets is death row, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto Chorus Verse Three: 2Pac I see no changes, all I see is racist faces Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races We under I wonder what it take to make this one better place, let's erase the wait state Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right Cause both black and white are smokin crack tonight And only time we deal is when we kill each other It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And though it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black President, huh It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks I wake up in the morning and I ask myself Is life worth living should I blast myself I'm tired of being poor and even worse I'm black My stomach hurts so I'm lookin for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a ne-gro Pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero Mo' nigga mo' nigga mo' niggaz I'd rather be dead than a po' nigga Let the Lord judge the criminals If I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto Chorus (to :27 from fade) Just think, if niggaz decide to retaliate (Soldier in the house) I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X to fade) |
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| 0:48 |
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| 5:11 |
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Pssst... psssssst... aiyyo
Are you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever Tell me, which one? They wanna bury me, I'm worried -- I'm losin my mind Look down the barrel of my nine and my vision's blurry Fallin to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord but he ignores me unfortunately cause I'm guilty Show me a miracle, I'm hopeless -- I'm chokin off marijuana smoke, with every toke it's like I'm losin focus Fallin to sleep while I'm at service, when will I die? Forever paranoid and nervous because I'm high Don't mention funerals I'm stressin, and goin nutty And reminiscin bout them niggaz that murdered my buddy I wonder when will I be happy, ain't nothin funny Flashbacks of bustin caps, anything for money Where am I goin I discovered, can't nothin save me My next door neighbor's havin convo with undercovers Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it Happy birthday bitch, you know you shouldn'ta did it Everybody's dyin am I next, who can I trust? Will they be G's, and they look at me before they bust? Or will they kill me while I'm sleepin, two to the head while I'm in bed, leakin blood on my satin sheets Is there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin suspicious of this bitch the line busy everytime I call her Now she's tellin me to visit, who else is home? I check the house before I bone, so we all alone After I nut I hit the highway, see ya later To all the players watch the fly way a nigga played her The bitch is tellin all her homies -- that I can fuck her like no other now them other bitches wanna bone me I'm under pressure gettin drunk, somebody help me I drink a fifth of Hennesey I don't think it's healthy I see my enemies they creepin, don't make me blast I watch the five-oh's roll, the motherfuckers pass by me like they know me, smilin as they laugh I put up my middle finger then I dash Niggaz don't like me cause I'm Thuggin, and every day I'm a hustler lookin to get paid They wanna bury me, I'm worried -- no need to lie I pray to God I don't scream when it's time to fry Nowhere to rest I'm losin homies, ain't that a bitch When I was rich I had clout, now a nigga's lonely I put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there? Then tell me am I lost cause I'm lonely I thought I had friends but in the end a nigga dies lonely Nowhere to run I'm in terror, and no one cares A closed casket at my funeral and no one's there Is there a future for a killer? I change my ways But still that don't promise me the next day So I stay Thuggin with a passion, forever blastin I'm bustin on these motherfuckers in my madness They wonder if I'm hellbound... well Hell can't be worse than this, cause I'm in Hell now Don't make me hurt you I don't want to, but I will See motherfuckers killed over green bills Never will I die, I'll be back Reincarnated as a motherfuckin mack I love it cause in heaven there's no shortage on G's I'm tellin you now, you motherfuckers don't know me Only fear of death.. You ghetto niggaz Only fear of death is comin back reincarnated (repeats continously w/ variations) Hahaha, I ain't scared to die I ain't scared to die To my homies in heaven I ain't scared to die Do you wanna live forever? Are you scared, to die? Or will you scream, when you fry? I don't fear death My only fear of death is comin back, reincarnated This is dedicated to Mental, R.I.P. And Big Kill, R.I.P. And all you other O.G.'s, who go down I don't fear death |
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