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1. |
| 1:48 | ||||
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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2. |
| 4:20 | ||||
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. |
| 3:40 | ||||
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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4. |
| 3:32 | ||||
5. |
| 3:38 | ||||
(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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6. |
| 4:33 | ||||
7. |
| 3:33 | ||||
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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8. |
| 4:09 | ||||
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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Disc 2 | ||||||
1. |
| 4:05 | ||||
(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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2. |
| 4:16 | ||||
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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3. |
| 4:29 | ||||
4. |
| 5:42 | ||||
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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5. |
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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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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 |