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from Hip Hop: The Collection 2008 [Explicit Version] (2008)
Uhh,
Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel (Chorus - Elton John:) Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns (2Pac) If I could recollect before my hood days I'd sit and reminisce, Thinkin' of bliss and the good days I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em They tested, it was stressed that they under In our days, things changed Everyone's ashamed to the youth cuz the truth looks strange And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts cause any day they'll push the button and all good men like Malcolm X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly there's no need for you to fear me if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me it aint about black or white, cuz we're human I hope we see the light before its ruined my ghetto gospel (Chorus - Elton John:) Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns (2Pac) Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy Guess she's given birth to a baby I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan We jump into another form of slavery Even now I get discouraged Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage I refuse to be a role model I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle I make mistakes, but learn from every one And when its said and done I bet this Brotha be a better one If I'm upset, you don't stress Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet I feel his hand on my brain When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the Lord do his thang But am I less holy Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies Before we find world peace We gotta find peace in that war on the streets My ghetto gospel (Chorus - Elton John:) Those who wish to follow me (Yeah My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns (2Pac) Lord can you hear me speak!! To pay the price of being hell bound... |
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
Verse One: Daz
You find an MC like me who's strong Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star Finally realizing who the fuck we are When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded would it be the greatest MC of all time When I created rhyme for the simple fact When I attack I crush your pride My intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar for me to put down my guard, I'm faced witha mirage breakin in gas with the six-eight all day In and out with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies... Verse Two: Tupac So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin We must be based on nothin better than communication Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations Sorry I left that ass waitin No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shakin I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt You swear the bitches planned it My lyrics motivate the planet It's similar to Rhythm Nation but thugged out, forgive me Janet Who's in control I'm acvtivatin your soul You know, the way the games gettin sold Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote Takin off my coat, clearing my throat Chorus: Method Man I got my mind made up, come on... (come on) get in get in too (get on it) let it ride (get wit it) tonight's tha night I got my mind made up, come on... get in get in too let it ride... tonight's tha night Verse Three: Kurupt Well I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophalaks for protection So my fuckin sac won't collapse Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's shows my heart's as cold as the tundra Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like Sam Time There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villain Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes My verbal snipe, your vocab on site I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator I rock from here to there, to Philly and back To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat Verse Four: Method Man Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers like Hitler, stickin up Jews wit german lugers The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!! Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen Half of my Clan's three deep felons Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel Man I stay on point like icicles Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical All up in your motherfuckin mouth Head banger boogie Catch me on tour with Al Doogie Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me Better take one and pass or that's that ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast Verse Five: Redman Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards Let's face it, there's no replacement Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted I got connects like Federal Express to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch Got the clear spot from tha rear block to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot With, this underground cannabis I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst Then proceeds like keys My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake So I erase the whole front row at the wake I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place Confidence for you shaky ass folks Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked choke, off this anecdote got you ope Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly And I'm out for nine nickel (INS tha rebel) (West, list this, this, this...) |
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
Makaveli in this Killuminati, all through your body. The blows like a 12 guage shotty. Feel me. God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild in to the ways of the man. Follow me. Be my flesh, flesh and my flesh Chorus Come with me, Hail Mary, ni**a run quick, see, what do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? Ride die da die die, die die die I ain't a killa but don't push me revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words quoted Peep the weakness in the rap game is shorted. Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin Seein ni**as comin for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin Now pay attention, Rest in peace father, I'm a ghost in these killin fields, Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a mad man screams in the dark, evil lurks, enemies, see me flee Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame, now Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim, some say the game is all corupted, f**k this s**t, stuck, ni**as lucky if we bust out this s**t, plus momma told me never stop until I bust a nut, f**k the world if they can't adjust. It's just as well Hail Mary. Chorus 2 times Penitintuaries is packed with promise makers, Never realize the precious time the bi**h ni**as wastin Instuitionalized I live my life a product made to crumble, but to hardened to smile, were to crazy to be humble We ballin catch be father please cause I'm fallin, in the liquor store Pa*s the Hennessy I hear ya callin Can I get some more? Hail till I reach Hell, I ain't scared. Momma checkin in my bedroom I ain't there. I got a head wit no screws in it but what can I do one life to live but I got nothin to lose Just me and you on a one way trip to prison Sellin drugs we all wrapped up in this livin, life as thugs To my homeboys in Clinton Max, doin there deal, Raise hell to this real s**t and feel this When they turn out the lights I'll be down in the dark thuggin eternal through my heart Now Hail Mary ni**a Chorus 2x Kastro They got an APB out on my thug family Since the Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down K blasted off Hennessy and Ty chronic mixed Now I'm twisted, blisted and high visions of me thug livin gettin me by, forever high, and I multiply survived by thugs When I die they won't cry unless they comin with slugs. Young Noble Peep the whole seen, and whatever goin on around me Brain cloudy smoked out feelin rowdy Ready wet the party up and whoever in that motherf**ka Nasty new slugger my heat seeks suckas on a regula Mashin in a stolin Black ack Integera Cock back sixty seconds till the draw that's when I deadin ya Feet first ya gotta a nice gat but my heat's worse From a thug to preachin preachin church I gave you love now you eatin dirt needin work and I ain't the ni**a to put you up on, cause word is born When I was broke I had to hustle till dawn That's when sun came up There's only one way up, hold ya head stay up To all my ni**a's get ya pay and wait up Kastro If it's on then it's on, we rate B-breaks Outlaws on a paper chase, can you relate to this s**t I don't got, be the s**t I gotta take Dealin wit fate Hoping God don't close the gate. Repeat Chorus and Verse We've been traveling on this wavy road, long time ?????? but we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't worry everything with corine We free like the bird in the tree We won't worry everything with corine Yes we free like the bird in the tree We runnin from the penitintuary This is the time for reliberty Hail Mary, Hail Mary Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli tha Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Dayz
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo
How do you want it? How does it feel? Comin up as a nigga in the cash game livin in the fast lane; I'm for real How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin up as a nigga in the cash game livin in the fast lane; I'm for real Verse One: 2Pac Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out Got a nigga wantin it so bad I'm bout to pass out Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it Catch you at a club, oh shit you got me fiendin Body talkin shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance Doin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can Forgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man All I want is money, fuck the fame I'm a simple man Mr. International, playa with the passport Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for It's either him or me -- champagne, Hennessey A favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need Approachin hoochies with a passion, been a long day But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way Your body is bangin baby I love it when you flaunt it Time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah) Chorus Verse Two: 2Pac Tell me is it cool to fuck? Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what? Positions on the floor it's like erotic, ironic cause I'm somewhat psychotic I'm hittin switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics Up and down like a roller coaster, I'm up inside ya I ain't quittin til the show is over, cause I'ma rider In and out just like a robbery, I'll probably be a freak and let you get on top of me, get her rockin these Nights full of Alize, a livin legend You ain't heard about these niggaz play these Cali days Delores Tucker, youse a motherfucker Instead of tryin to help a nigga you destroy a brother Worse than the others -- Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole You're too old to understand the way the game is told You're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts Want some on lease? I'm makin millions, niggaz top that They wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a cell livin in hell -- only a few of us'll live to tell Now everybody talkin bout us I could give a fuck I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss Nigga tell me how you want it Chorus Verse Three: 2Pac Raised as a youth, tell the truth I got the scoop on how to get a bulletproof, because I jumped from the roof before I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager Game rules, I'm livin major -- my adversaries is lookin worried, they paranoid of gettin buried One of us gon' see the cemetary My only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive Gettin high, see the demons in my eyes, before I die I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million And then I'm chillin fade em all, these taxes got me crossed up and people tryin to sue me Media is in my business and they actin like they know me Hahaha, but I'ma mash out, peel out I'm with it quick I'se quick to whip that fuckin steel out Yeah nigga it's some new shit so better get up on it When ya see me tell a nigga how ya want it How do you want it? Chorus 2X (2Pac) How you want it? Yeah my nigga Johnny J Yeah, we out Chorus (2Pac) Tell me Chorus (2Pac) Cash game, livin in the fast lane, I'm for real |
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
(Pac)
Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique. We gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt you first to blast nigga and you know how we do it on the Westside nigga We ballers for real... (Kurupt) For real I got it bought you the blue steel cowards hit the panic button thinkin' that it was what it wadn't shit's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don with the semi-auto fracture your torso to ya spine the back cracker smack you with my verbals & graphic grammar My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama get touched by my Arm & Hammer all across the planet niggas crumble like granite from Tahiti to the Mid-Atlantic probable cause to get hit shit niggas best get physically & mentally fit Show ya hoe I ignore for real & I can tell on the DL I got an Indecent Proposal for her (biotch) mashin' in a Ford Explorer hell hound host the horror escape from the Box Pandora somethin' for ya get rocked by my midnight Glock sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch the ?Nicki Scarful? comin' through the bus death spreads through camps like ?Parvul? Young Gotti Kurupt & C with the dope & the green weed Indeed I'm out to get high & supply what you need Mr. Postman comin' through with all the mail What you need? I got for sale on the stairwell to Hell (Fatal Hussein) I wake up sparkin' to get wild on the streets barkin' & playas drinkin' kegs til y'all niggas beg Martin you labelled Paw nervous no I do this job dirty Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey niggas ain't seen time I travel courts & dream crime my room like the million dollar bill folded with green blinds chairs is a hundreds for shams I run that hole in quickies Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows is folded fifties Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless I don't like movies so I hit up the Box Office you the softest I'm takin' ya honies they Telly pieces wearin' my fuckin' dick around they neck like Kelly leashes My boys & me is poison we don't get along equal Fight each other like brothers it's all good we strong people more strain on the brain & the pain I deal with ill with nasty niggas my whole crew on some real shit for real bitch the steel clique I bill with menaces ya number one nemesis paragraphical like Genesis (Pac) Stupid muthafuckas Outlaw Immortal Bitch Dogg Pound Thug Life you know how we Fuckin' do this shit! You stupid muthafuckas don't get me... Now take a look inside my mind that Pen' time made me rise but still I rise Cause my Ambitionz Az A Ridah like land mines Lyrics turn niggas into smithereens music so lethal turn coliseums to murder scenes I'm Makaveli the Don is what they tell me I'm armed I'm droppin' niggas like bombs get in that ass like a thong Picture a felon in ya presence takin' bustas back to the Essence tellin' my people peep my lethal message visions of me gettin' money got me in mash mode murderous motives for niggas stoppin' my cash flow you can't fight it nigga let go Witness the sound made ya bitch ass bow down to Death Row Mama these niggas got me fightin' these 3 Strikes showin' up in court fuck what you thought it's three nights I put the game down first put my niggas up on it now we Amerikaz Most Wanted feel that (Kastro) Since my Only Fear of Death is Mama cryin' for help & OG Daddy wanna ride when I know he ain't got shit else since I'm his only soldier Nobody else gonna roll for me & I know without the Row & Immortal Outlaw (Ay K) I'll be forgotten for sho plus this Thug Life it got me livin' Initiated playa hated without givin' a single fuck why they dangling baby all on my nuts I be singling fingering bitches to fuck (Pac) Bitches is wild niggas is lame I hung around with real niggas got exposed to the game muthafuckas actin' crazy bustin' me in the jaw Initiated as an Outlaw hahahaha (yeah muthafucka) (Daz) Now a mission ain't a mission if nobody rides and a mission ain't a mission if nobody dies and a mission ain't complete if the enemy don't sleep enemies rest in peace deceased fuckin' with me I got to 'complish a goal I'm out seekin' gold expose the strap gotta let off the cousin rough & raw Never fell to my knees for shit cause I demand shit with this Daz Dillinger drillin' ya for ya shit on the streets for the sixth time in & out for the crime I rates crimes add up in food stamp dollars & dimes I'm slippin' slidin' fucked up nigga whuttup In the cut flossin' like a muthafucka whuttup beside all being now tell me where ya comin' from that ain't where I see thangs & nigga what's the outcome (Idi Amin) For so many days & so many ways we been duckin' strays they delivers but still we some Bad Boy killers Hold the scrillas I dump in you niggas' livers then watch ya body shiver & ya mama quiver from the way you just got lit up Hit up the Westside on my way out y'all whole crew should've knew it was on from Makaveli's first day out now y'all gettin' played out & laid out for public display on this day y'all niggas is historay cause the whole crew is bitch to me listen to me Idi How many of y'all can see me? Cause I'll tack that ass like A's attack DC Believe me 'cause although now I'm just a young stolder I'm soon to be a gun holder Initiate to the clique with a left to my lip now the fight's over (gunshots 'till end) |
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
Cause I hate to spend
My life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time How it start How it start ( 2Pac ) Started off with running from coppers duck and hide from helicopters We open fire who can stop us Living the life of trifle juveniles hoping for riches Getting twenty five to life if the judge dont like us In my clearest pictures I see authorities itching to get us ATF state feds scandolous bitches I wasn't promised to it Wasn't bitter or sweet See if a nigga dont hustle then a nigga dont eat On these streets living do or die circle complete Repetitive motions for felons in the rush for Gs Please understand my history a man of many hats Live a thug life coming equipped with plenty gats Maybe I was just a lost soul trapped in time Living in between life and the cracks we're blind Even though we had hopes for deams that never came Yet still we all feel pain Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time Stranded in the county in the worst way Hell of a way to spend my 21st birthday Born in the ghetto as a street thug Its thug neighbourhoods and weed spots that we love (lost souls) (Words from the mind of a lost soul) Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time ( Young Noble ) My brother Sean First on my list He stuck with a 3-5 when he get out would I be dead or alive He taught me the rules on much But still in thugs I trust When in danger never hesitate to bust to keep my fucking trap shut My moms dukes got a little bit of thug in her The devil loves sinners, crackheads and drug dealers Sometimes I feel like the streets taking over never staying sober Prayin over and over backtrack My stacks fat I used to take them new One love for my crew ayyo this ones's for you ( 2Pac) R.I.P rest in piece to Mu's grandma Know what we gotta do babe - one time Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time One time - One time - One time ( Idi Amin ) I was born 22 years ago Yesterday but see I saw no reason for me to celebrate Let me demonstrate Entered the world through my poisonous womb Heroin being consumed already predicted my doom Soon To be one of the many misguided Always the first one on the block to be the tried it and liked it Lost before I had a chance to find my way Now I travel through life not knowing the time of day Grind for pay I'm on my way But dont know where imna end up I swear to god this is a set up And these are the words from the mind of a lost soul (Im a lost soul) ( 2Pac ) Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time (Repeat X 8) To all of ya'll keeping ya'll in health To all of ya'll keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself To all of ya'll keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself For all my dogz keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself For all my dogz keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself For all my dogz keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself Throw your hands up (Repeated X 4 until fade) |
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
[Tupac:]
They'll never take me alive I'm gettin' high with my four-five, Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus, I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust, But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame? Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain, So I'm hopeless, Rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry, I'm about to crash up on the curb, 'cause my visions blurry Maybe if they tried to understand me, What should I do? I had to feed my fuckin' family, What else could I do? But be a thug, Out slangin' with the homies, Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the clubs, Got my mind on danger, Never been a stranger to homicide, My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys, Why do we die at an early age? He was so young, But still a victim of the 12 gauge, My memories of a corpse, Mind full of sick thoughts, IIIIIIIIIII And I ain't goin' back to court, So fuck what you thought, I'm drinkin' hennessey, runnin from my enemies, Will I live to be 23? There's so much pain. (Chorus) Ohhhh.... Tired of the Strain and the Pain Ohhhh.... Tired of the Strain and the Pain [Big Stretch:] Years and years of that rough life, Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid and growin' tough with a knife, Livin' trife on the regular, Buckin' out competitors, See them take a move and check em down like a fuckin' predator, Get in trouble everyday in school, Act a fool, And you know I had to break every rule, Showin' off for the bitches, 'cause I had the mad rep', So I had to watch my back when it was time to step, But my grimiest grimeys with love for me, Pop, pop, pop And send a chuckle up above for me, Aiiyo currency kept passin' me by, But I didn't cry, Broke and head off with the pack and started sellin' coke, And now the money's lookin' lovely, Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rob me, Kick 'em the game, It's all the same, I kick it back yo, Give 'em slack yo, And now they label me the mack yo, People check it, Get disrespected if you front on the Birdman, You heard man, Catch a couple shots from the glock in my hand, Damn! At least I'm realistic, with my biscuit, You know you get your ass twisted, So run for cover, Me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust, So if your on nigga look for the gauge to bust, A lot of pressure with the street fame, It's a deep game, And my mama always cryin', Yo there's so much pain, (Chorus) Ohhhh... Ohhhh... [Tupac:] They got me mobbin' like I'm, Loc'ed and ready to get my slug on, I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on, I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me, Trust, I got my glock cocked playa if they press me, Bust on motherfuckers with a - paaassion, Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin', I'm a nuttin, drinkin' Hennessey and gettin' high, On the lookout for my enemies, Don't wanna die, Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major, A buck-fifty across the face with my razor, What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone, Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong, These sorry bastards, Want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see, And everyday it's just a struggle, Steady thuggin' on the streets, And I'll be ballin' loc, Don't let 'em make you worry, Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried, I was born to raise hell, A nigga from the gutta, Word to mutha I'm tough, I'm kickin dust up, Ready to bust, I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean, Until they kill me, I'll be livin this life, I know you feel me, There's so much pain (Chorus) Ohhh... Tired of the Strain and the Pain Ohhh... Tired of the Strain and the Pain Ohhh... Tired of the Strain and the Pain Ohhh... Tired of the Strain and the Pain |
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
(Pac)
Yeah, clear enough for ya. Why niggas look mad. y'all supposed to be happy I'm free. Y'all niggaz look like you wanted me to stay in jail Cold bustas. Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz. I got no love for these niggas, There's no need to be friends. They got me under survailance. That's what somebody be tellin' me. Know theres dope being sold, but I ain't the one sell'in Don't want to be another number. I got a proper gang of weed to keep from goin under. The federales wanna see me dead. Niggas put prices on my head. Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed. I feed em lead. Now on release. How will I live? Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did? To feed kids. One life to live. It's so hard to be positive When niggas shootin at your crib. Mama, I'm still thuggin' The world is a war zone. My homies is inmates And most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man Still scheming on ways to put some green inside the palms Of my empty hands. Just picture me rollin'. Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen. My dreams is scensored. My hopes are gone. I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone. My nerves is wrecked. Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen. Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin. Picture me rollin. Can you see me now Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture Can you see it? Picture me rollin. Yeah nigga Eh, but peep how my nigga Syke duke do it. Guess who's back? (Syke) I got keys comin from overseas. Cost a nigga 200 G's. I'm a street comando. Nino for example. This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle. So I got to floss cuz I'm more like a boss playa. Thug granted to be a women layer So many playa haters, imitaters steady swangin. Make me wanna start bank bangin. So I'm caught up in the game. Let's go change. Packin 40 glocks. Contain or rearrange. All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies While I'm sippin on remy. In front of black lacs, chevies on the roam. 96 big bodies sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, Stone facing is on. You can admire but don't look too long. I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin. It's hard to imagine. Picture me rollin. (Danny Boy) Picture, picture me, picture me rollin Rollin, picture me rollin Wheelin, picture me rollin in Picture me yea yeah (CPO) I gots to get the fuck up in. Formulate a caper. Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper. My bitch fin to have a bastard, see? So I need to hit a lick, drastically. I see some ballin ass niggas and they slippin in my spot And, uh, diggin their plots. Check in the park, Pac. (Pac) We caught em sleepin. He didnt peep two niggas creepin. This how we do it every weekend And I dump for madness(?) It's time to count the profit. CPO, we got the bomb spot. Nigga, time to clock it. I get the liquor and you could get the females. This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales. (CPO) Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9. I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine. Now we satisfied. Got the pockets on swollen. Boss hog and this Pac nigga. Picture us rollin. (Pac) Heh, heh, heh. Y'all ready for me? Picture me rollin roll call. You know there's some mother fuckers out there I just could not forget about. I wanna make sure they can see me. Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities, All you bitch asses. Can you niggas see me from there? Ballin on yo mark ass. Heh, ha ha! Picture me rollin, baby. Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks, I told yall niggas when I come home it's on. That's right nigga, picture me rollin Oh, I forgot....the DA(district attorney) Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court. Can the ho see me from here? Can you see me, ho? Picture me rollin'. And all you punk police, can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin' nigga, legit. Free like OJ all day You can't stop me. You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker. Noope, Pain, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme Can you picture us rollin? Can you see me ho? Is y'all ready for me . We up out this bitch. Any time y'all wanna see me again, Rewind this track right here, close your eyes And picture me rollin. |
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
(Pac)
Yeah, clear enough for ya. Why niggas look mad. y'all supposed to be happy I'm free. Y'all niggaz look like you wanted me to stay in jail Cold bustas. Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz. I got no love for these niggas, There's no need to be friends. They got me under survailance. That's what somebody be tellin' me. Know theres dope being sold, but I ain't the one sell'in Don't want to be another number. I got a proper gang of weed to keep from goin under. The federales wanna see me dead. Niggas put prices on my head. Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed. I feed em lead. Now on release. How will I live? Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did? To feed kids. One life to live. It's so hard to be positive When niggas shootin at your crib. Mama, I'm still thuggin' The world is a war zone. My homies is inmates And most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man Still scheming on ways to put some green inside the palms Of my empty hands. Just picture me rollin'. Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen. My dreams is scensored. My hopes are gone. I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone. My nerves is wrecked. Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen. Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin. Picture me rollin. Can you see me now Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture Can you see it? Picture me rollin. Yeah nigga Eh, but peep how my nigga Syke duke do it. Guess who's back? (Syke) I got keys comin from overseas. Cost a nigga 200 G's. I'm a street comando. Nino for example. This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle. So I got to floss cuz I'm more like a boss playa. Thug granted to be a women layer So many playa haters, imitaters steady swangin. Make me wanna start bank bangin. So I'm caught up in the game. Let's go change. Packin 40 glocks. Contain or rearrange. All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies While I'm sippin on remy. In front of black lacs, chevies on the roam. 96 big bodies sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, Stone facing is on. You can admire but don't look too long. I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin. It's hard to imagine. Picture me rollin. (Danny Boy) Picture, picture me, picture me rollin Rollin, picture me rollin Wheelin, picture me rollin in Picture me yea yeah (CPO) I gots to get the fuck up in. Formulate a caper. Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper. My bitch fin to have a bastard, see? So I need to hit a lick, drastically. I see some ballin ass niggas and they slippin in my spot And, uh, diggin their plots. Check in the park, Pac. (Pac) We caught em sleepin. He didnt peep two niggas creepin. This how we do it every weekend And I dump for madness(?) It's time to count the profit. CPO, we got the bomb spot. Nigga, time to clock it. I get the liquor and you could get the females. This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales. (CPO) Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9. I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine. Now we satisfied. Got the pockets on swollen. Boss hog and this Pac nigga. Picture us rollin. (Pac) Heh, heh, heh. Y'all ready for me? Picture me rollin roll call. You know there's some mother fuckers out there I just could not forget about. I wanna make sure they can see me. Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities, All you bitch asses. Can you niggas see me from there? Ballin on yo mark ass. Heh, ha ha! Picture me rollin, baby. Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks, I told yall niggas when I come home it's on. That's right nigga, picture me rollin Oh, I forgot....the DA(district attorney) Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court. Can the ho see me from here? Can you see me, ho? Picture me rollin'. And all you punk police, can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin' nigga, legit. Free like OJ all day You can't stop me. You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker. Noope, Pain, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme Can you picture us rollin? Can you see me ho? Is y'all ready for me . We up out this bitch. Any time y'all wanna see me again, Rewind this track right here, close your eyes And picture me rollin. |
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
2PAC
Got me up against the fence Back against the wall Get to actin' like a fool If ain't no justice for the Dogg Have to take it out on all y'all Better read the papers All my homies goin' crazy Baby only God can save us Got my... mind on currency Hurried See I ain't worried It's a gangsta party So Bad Boy gettin' buried Snoop Dogg why they fantasize?... Snoop Doggy Dogg Fantasize... 2PAC Continuing When we ride it's a must... adverseries die Every time... Snoop Doggy Dogg Yes, yes y'all... Not Short but Snoop Dogg... And you know it's like that y'all... I'm so smoothe about my paper Check it this how it's done! I'm servin' many on the platter Snoop Dogg Colione (Colione echoes 2x) Now do you know what that mean? The templon don to this hip-hop game super supreme It's like what happened can happen But will it? Stop that won't happen! I'm feelin' good about the mission for jackin' Now yo PAC!... Can you feel me? Why these fools tryin' to kill me? It's so hard to stay focused on me Isley prize But if I don't Then Dogg won't survive (survive echoes 1x)... 2PAC Overlapping Snoop Doggy Dogg We ballin' in my opinion Eternal it's wild-wheel spinnin' Once implemented it's represented for 5 minutes Two of the livest Wanted dead or alive We riders Ban us because we inquired and watch the g's rise Two of America's most Straight out the West Coast... Snoop Doggy Dogg West Coast... 2PAC Continuing Bow down fool! This is Death Row... Snoop Doggy Dogg For life... 2PAC Continuing Been waitin' way too long Fresh out the pen Now it's on C'mon Snoop Dogg! Time to bone... Snoop Doggy Dogg Ain't nothin' changed to down a hanger Slang or bang words to rhyme Me and the homey PAC trippin' Death Row all nights Strong survivor, Eastsider, DPG Still creep and crawl through the hood Always involved in the streets It's Doggy Dogg homey Did you forget who I was? The bigger homey to you There it is and there it was Take a look through the eyes of a G! And just rock to the rhytm of a gangsta jam... 2PAC Overlapping Snoop Doggy Dogg All my homies tellin'... me Ain't no love for a real G Straight cowards All you playahatas kill me Throw up your hands if you feel me! We gettin' dollars Homey holla if you hear me! This one time for my comrades doin' bad locked down Fresh out busta Time to bounce... drop down! Can you visualize perfection? 'Cause every rider in my set Labeled a vet Best in his profession Don't hold your breath! Sleep with Smith n' Westons! Steady study your lessons and keep the crowd guessin'!... |
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
What'z ya phone number
Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes. It's instrumental. Waitin for the nyphos. That's the intro. Shook when ya rush me. Walked up and touched me. Why? Do you want to fuck me? Just cuz I'm paid in the worst way? True. Lookin kind a good in your birthday suit. I wonder if your wild and ya act shy. Do you like to be on top or the back side? Watch me while you lick your lips, shake your hips. Goddamn, I love that shit. Yo, let's stop fakin and be real now. I got a room and a hard on. Still down? Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes. Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes. When we head for my hideout, act right. Boss playa when I ride out, that's right. What'z ya phone number? If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready. Baby, let me give you a call. How long will it take to break you off? (Repeat once more) Oh shit, baby is a dime piece. Wanted this fine seat. Personally rushed (???) If I see ya right. Now she can get me hard Didn't wanna talk to me, till she see my car. Never had sex with a rich rap star Till I got her in the back of my homeboy's car. Tell me, why do we live this way? Money over bitches. Let me hear you say: What'z your phone number? Are you alone? Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone. Time for your girlfriend to take you home. I had fun, But baby, gotta leave me alone. Picture in my rhyme. Take time to rewind these (???) words I say. If you open your mind, Bet in a minute you'll find it's time. Let the Outlaws play. What'z ya phone number. Chorus repeats 2X (Girl and Tupac converse) G:Hello? 2:Hello? who is this? G:Is this Tupac? 2:This is who? G:Is this Tupac? 2:Yeah, it's Tupac. Who this? G:Hi baby. How are you? 2:I'm aiight. What'z up baby? G:You don't recognize the voice? 2:You recognize my voice, huh? G:Do you recognize MY voice? 2:Nah, I know you? G:Yeah, you know me. I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talkin. 2:Where I know you from? Where I know you from? G:You just know me, baby. 2:Where? Talk up I can't barely hear you. G:You know me from when we were, you know, intimate. 2:Ooh, we fucked? G:Oh baby, did we ever. 2:Oh, tell me about it baby. G:I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and stroked it up and down. 2:OOOOH! G:Then I put it in my mouth. I fucked it. 2:Ooh, you did. G:Ooh, I did. 2:Shit! G:Fucked it and fucked it. Put me in. You came. 2:Did I come? G:Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. You don't remember me yet? 2:I'm starting to get a picture. Why don't you help me out. What did I do to the pussy? What a nigga do to the pussy? G:You rocked it. 2:Did I? G:Yeah, you did. 2:Did I do some of that Thug Passion? G:Mmmmmm 2:Heh, heh. Eh, so what cha doin right now, though? G:Me and my finger are gettin aquainted. 2:How many you got? G:I got ten. But only one is workin. 2:Oh, well can I come over there? G:If you want to. 2:Do I want to? Do a bear shit in the woods and wipe his ass with a rabbit. G:Mmm. You gon rock it baby? 2:Hell yeah, I'm gon rock it baby. G:Like you did before? 2:No dizoubt. You gon feel that Thug Passion for real. G:Mmmm, baby. 2:I'm on my way though. I'm about to fly over there in a 500. It ain't gon take but a minute. Eh, light the candles. Get the baby oil out. Turn all the lights out. Drink a little bit of that shit. I'm on my way babe. I'm gon knock that pussy to the next week. G:Knock it out, baby, knock it out. 2:I'm gon knock the taste out yo mouth, girl. I'm gon put your legs on your head. I'm a tie you up, blindfold you. And we gon play which hole feel the best. G:You know which hole feel the best. 2:We fin to see tonight, though. G:I'm gon make you remember me. 2:Oh, yeah. G:Yeah. 2:Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can't find the steering shift you got me so fucked up. I'm playin with myself and shit. G:Can I shift your gear? |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
(Snoop) Up out of there
(Tupac) *chuckles* Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party (Snoop) Pump that up G (Tupac) Ahh shit, you done fucked up now -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)You done put two of America's most wanted in the same motherfuckin place at the same -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)motherfuckin time, hahahahah Y'all niggaz about to feel this -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin condoms Have one on us aight? -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (2Pac) Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs (Snoop) Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome Free Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit (2Pac) So now they got us laced Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin cases (mmm) Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown I'm Losin My Religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish (Snoop) I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamer but my dream is to own a fly casino like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherfucker (2Pac) Now follow as we riiiiide Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the West side And I can make you famous Niggaz been dyin for years, so how could they blame us I live in fear of a felony I never stop bailin these, motherfuckin G's If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted Chorus: -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party... Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party -Nuthin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (2Pac) Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief Better be prepared when you cowards fuck wit me I bust and flea, these niggaz must be crazy what?? There ain't no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the Thugs (hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear Bow down in the presence of a boss player (Snoop) It's like cuz, blood, gangbangin Everybody in the party doin dope slangin You got to have papers in this world You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl Ya doing ya job, every day And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids (2Pac) They tell me not to roll with my glock So now I gotta throw away Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day They wonder how I live, with five shots Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block Schemes for currency and doe related Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it No answers to questions, I'm tryin to get up on it My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted Chorus (w/ variations to end) |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
(Gun shots)
21 Gun Salute One love, One love One Nation 21 Gun Salute All the time I'm ... Hoping my true motherfuckas know, This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds Up in the studio, gettin blow To the truest shit I ever spoke (Verse 1) 21 Gun Salute dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots Disappeared in the crowd all you seen was troops This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me He's talking about he left the hospital took five like me You living fantasies nigga, I reject your deposit We shook Dre punk ass, now he out of the closet Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out Next time grown folks talking, nigga close your mouths Peep me, I take this war shit deeply I seen too many real players fall to let these bitch niggas beat me Puffy, lets be honest you a punk, You gonna see me with gloves Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me being a Thug Well you can tell the people you roll with whatever you want But you and I know what's going on (Don't you) Pay back, I knew you bitch niggas from way back Witness me strapped with macs, knew I wouldn't play that All you old rappers trying to advance It's all over now, take it like a man (Trick ass square) Niggas looking like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick (look at De La Soul) Trying to player hate on my shit, can eat a fat dick Let it be known this is how you made me Love it how I got you niggas crazy, Against All Odds (Chorus) Hoping my thug motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds Up in the studio, gettin blow To the truest shit I ever spoke Against All Odds Hoping my true motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote (Verse 2) I heard he was light skinned, stocky with a Haitian accent Jewellery, fast cars and known for flashing Listen while I take you back and lace this rap A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack Knew he was working for the feds, same crime different trials Niggas picture what he said, and did I mention? Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchmen, in due time I knew you bitch niggas was listening, the world is mine (hey Nas) Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up Touch one of mine, on everything I owe I'll destroy everything you touch, play the game nigga All out warfare, eye for eye Last words to a bitch nigga, why you lie? Now you gotta watch your back, now, watch your front Here we come gun shots to Tut, now you stuck Fuck the rap game nigga, this M.O.B So believe me, we enemies, I go Against All Odds (Chorus) Hoping my true motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds Up in the studio, gettin blow (blow) To the truest shit I ever spoke Against All Odds Hoping my true motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote (you all know) (Verse 3) Puffy getting robbed like a bitch to hide that fact He did some shit he shouldn't have did so we ride them for that And that nigga that was down for me, rest his head Switched sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead Probably be murdered for the shit that I said I bring the real, be a legend, breathing or dead Lord listen to me, God don't like ugly It Was Written Hey Nas, your whole damn style is bitten (nigga sounds like Rakim, man!) You heard 'My Melody', read about my life in the papers All my run-ins with authorities, felonious capers (punk) Now you want to live my life, so what's the hassle Nas? Niggas that don't rhyme right, you've seen too many movies Load him up against the wall, close his eyes Since you lie, you die, goodbye Let the real life niggas hear the truth from me What would you do if you was me, Against All Odds (Chorus) Hoping my true motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds Up in the studio, gettin blow To the truest shit I ever spoke Against All Odds Hoping my true motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds Up in the studio, gettin blow To the truest shit I ever spoke Against All Odds (Tupac Talking) One love to my true thug niggas (Outlaw, Outlaw) 21 Gun Salute to my niggas that died in the lines of duty Represent to the fullest and be a souljah The military minds that play the rules of the game 21 Gun Salute I salute you my niggas Stay strong I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you It's on for you Cause all you bitch made niggas Are coming for me Against all odds I don't care who you fuck with You touch me I'm at you I know you motherfuckers don't think I forgot Hell na I ain't forgot nigga I just remember what you told me You said don't go to war till I got my money right Now I got my money right Now I want war |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
Big Syke, Newt, Payne, Bogard, Big Serv
Y'all know how this shit go (you know) All Eyez On Me Muthafucka, Legit Roll up in the club and shit All Eyez On Me All Eyez On Me But you know what I bet you got it twisted You don't know who to trust So many playa hating niggas trying to sound like us Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they know it Straight to the depths of hell is were those cowards goin' Well are you still down nigga, Holla when you see me And let these devils be sorry, but they finally freed me I got a caravan of niggas, every time we ride (every time we ride) Hitting muthafuckas up when we pass by (when we pass by) Until I die Live the life of a Boss playa, cuz even when I'm high fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my eyez Cuz all I want is cash and thangs, A five double 0 Benz and flaunting flashy rings Uhh bitches pursue me like a dream, Been know to disappear before your eyez, just like a dope fiend, it seems My main thang was to be major paid The game sharper than a mutha-fuckin razor blade Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies One niggas getting jealous, and muthafuckas died Depend on me like the first and fifteenth They my homies for a second, but these punks won't get me We got four niggas, and low riders, and ski masks Screaming Thug Life every time they pass All Eyez on Me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high All Eyez on me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high Hey, to my nigga Pac So much trouble in the world, nigga Can't nobody feel your pain The world changing everyday Times moving faaast My girl said I need to raise up, how long will she last? I'm caught between my women, and my pistol, and my chips Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as we dip I'm lost in the land, with no plan, living life flawless Crime Boss, contraband, let me toss this Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve I'm taking off on the curb The nervousness neglect make me pack a tek Devoted to serving this, Moet and paaayyy checks Like a kite sailin' nigga I'm forever Ballin' It ain't right, pair this ice triggas and fleas crawlin' Sucka duck and get busted, no emotion My devotion is handling my business nigga keep on coastin' Where yah goin' I been there came back as lonely homie Steady flaunting against the grain nigga still don't know me It's about the money, and the rap shit, this crap shit It ain't funny niggas don't even know how to act shit What can I do, what can I say, is there another way ? Blunts and Gin twenty-four parlay My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free niggas can't stand me All Eyez on Me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high All Eyez on me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me Will I survive, will I die, come on lets picture the possibilities Giving me charges, lawyers making a grip I told the judge I was raised wrong and thats why I blaze shit Was hyper as a kid, alone, as a teenager, on the mobile Calling big shots on the scene major Packing hundreds in my drawers, fuck the law bitches I fuck with a passion, livin' rough and raw Catchin' cases at a fast rate, balllin' in the fast lane Hustle 'til the morning, never stopped until the cash came I live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa Cuz we be getting high These niggas got me tossin' shit I put the top down now its time to floss my shit Keep your head up nigga, make these muthafuckas suffer Up in the Benz burning rubber The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped Cuz the criminal lifestyle equipped with the bulletproof vest Make sure your eyes is on the Meal ticket Get your money muthafucka Lets get rich and we'll kick it All eyez on Me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high All Eyez on me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high All eyez on me Pay attention my niggas See how that shit go Gonna walk up in this muthafucka And its gonna be like bing Cowards Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (bitches) Cuz we be getting high Every mutha fuckin' way I got a bustas, hoes, and police watching a nigga You know Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) All Eyez on me Its like, what they think I'm walking around With some keys in my pocket or something All Eyez on me They think I'm going back to jail They really on that dope Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all watching) (I know y'all got me in the scopes) Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all know this is Thug Life Baabbby) We be getting high (Y'all got me under surveillance) All eyez on me But I'm known |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
2Pac]Ahh yeah
[Down] Yeauhh! [2Pac] It’s all about you, one time! [Down] I’ma say it’s all about you baby, yeah [2Pac] Haha, for the bitches that think it’s all about you It’s all about you [Down] This Dru Down in the house, with my boy ’Pizznac YouknowhatI’msayin? [2Pac] It’s all about you [Down] Yeah I’m gon’ say it’s all about you but you know I’m lyin though, hah! Yeauhh [2Pac] You probably crooked as the last trick; want it light but how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch Thinkin I had her but she had me in the long run It’s just my luck I’m stuck with fuckin with the wrong one, uh! Wise decisions, based on lies we livin Scandalous times, this game’s like my religion You could be rollin with a thug Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin for some love In every club, I see you starin like you want it Well baby if you got it better flaunt it Let the liquor help you get up on it I’m still tipsy from last night Bumpin these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life I try to holla but you tell me you taken Sayin you ain’t impressed, with the money I’m makin Guess it’s true what they tellin me Fresh out of jail, life’s Hell for a black, celebrity So that’s the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit Fantansies of us sweatin, can I hit it? (Hahaha) Addicted to the things you do, but still true What I’m sayin Boo, is this is all about you [Nate Dogg] Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe (Yeah nigga, ha ha ha ha!) Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe [2Pac] I make a promise if you go with me, just let me know I’ll have you hollerin my name out before I leave Nobody loves me I’m a thug nigga; I only hung out with the criminals and the drug dealers, I love niggaz cause we comin from the same place Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takes How can I tell her I’m a playa, and I don’t even care Creep though, weed smoke’s into the air Everywhere I go, it’s all about the groupie hoes waitin for niggaz at the end, of every show I just seen you in my friend’s, video Could never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go Follow the leader and peep the drama that I’m goin through.. It’s all about you.. hahaha, yeah nigga! It’s all about you! [Nate Dogg] Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe [Outlawz] Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu? It ain’t about you or your bitch ass crew Every other city we go and every video Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe You think it’s all about you? Well Boo I gets Down like Dru and my nasty new niggaz, too You couldn’t hold me back, it’d take a fatter track A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff When I started to snaps all your rode ’em swoll Straight in control, flows’ll fold, while hoes cold stroll Hold the set, I told Dramacy’ go in next Golddiggin, cold diggin a gold Rolex I slide in easily, try a grizzly Sluts know the cuts, I came to fuck, try skeezin me Runnin up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya At the most, I fucked a bitch from the West Coast to West Virginia [Nate Dogg] Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o No matter where I go, I see the same hoe [Snoop Doggy Dogg *speaking over last two lines*] I’m tellin ya, it’s the same ol’ shit I mean.. god damn, youknowhatI’msayin? I’m sittin back, watchin Montell Jordan video I see the same bitch, who was in, my homeboy Nate Dogg video Then I flip the channel I’m checkin out my homeboy Tupac video I see the same bitch that was in my video, yaknahmsayin? And then yaknahmsayin what make that even mo’ fucked up I’m watchin a Million Man March And I see the same bitch, on the Million Man March that was in, the homeboy Warren G video! I mean, damn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go I see the same hoe Don’t get mad, I’m only bein real Yeah |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
(2Pac *singing in background* 2X)
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle!!) (2Pac *speaking over background*) Now you know how we do it like a G What really go on in the mind of a nigga that get down for theirs Constantly, money over bitches (2Pac *singing in background starts to overlap/repeat*) I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah Police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah.. (2Pac *speaking over background*) Not bitches over money Stay on your grind nigga My ambitions as a ridah! My ambitions as a ridah! (2Pac) So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars This life as a rap star is nothin without heart Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public My attitude was, Fuck it, cause motherfuckers love it To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her while she hot, and horny, go up inside her Then I spit some game in her ear, Go to the tele hoe You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke I'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual From hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishin Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!) I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted Now it's on and it's on because I said so Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah) Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night Got problems then handle it, motherfuckers see me These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya Hopin you listen I catch you payin attention to my amibitions as a ridah Chorus: 2Pac (singing) I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me (singing) My ambitions as a ridah (singing) Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G (Tupac) (I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah) Peep it.. it was my only wish to rise above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life (yeah nigga!) That's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill So open fire, I see you kill me (that's all you niggaz got?) witness my steel Spittin at adversaries envious and after me I'd rather die before they catchin me, watch me bleed Mama come rescue me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts I'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught (Shoot!) Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah Chorus (Tupac) My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleeds niggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed Blast me but they didn't finish, (buck buck buck buck buck) didn't diminish my powers so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards That's why they tried to set me up Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary For money, I'll have these motherfuckers buried (I been) gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it Knowin when I get out, they gon' feel it Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside the cry from all your people when they find her Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it Revenge on them niggaz that played me, and all the cowards that was down widdit Now it's yo' nigga right beside ya Hopin you listenin, catch you payin attention to my ambitions as a ridah Chorus 2.5X |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
(<i>This Week in Bible Prophecy</i>)
<i>God has a plan, and the bible unfolds that wonderful plan through the message of prophecy. God sent Jesus into this world to be our savior. And that Christ is returning, someday soon, to unfold the wonderful plan of eternity, for my life and your life. As long as we're cooperating with God, by accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior. Unless the Lord does return in the coming seven days. We'll see you next time here on This Week in Bible Prophecy.</i> <b>Tupac</b>: (<i>Tupac don't start that blasphemy in here!</i>) (<i>Makaveli, the new breed</i>) And I remember what my pops told me (<i>The new word, follow me</i>) Remember what my pops told me My family tree, consists of drug dealers thugs and killers Strugglin', known to hustle screamin' fuck they feelin's I got advice from my father, all he told me was this Nigga, get off your ass if you plan to be rich There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do Now rule one, get your cash on, M.O.B. That's Money Over Bitches, cause they breed envy Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies Keep yo', enemies close nigga, watch yo' homies It seemed a little unimportant, when he told me I smiled Picture jewels bein' handed, to an innocent child I never knew in my lifetime I'd live by these rules Initiated as an outlaw, studying rules Now papa ain't around, so I gotta recall Or come to grips with bein' written on my enemy's walls (rest in peace) Promise if I have a seed, I'ma guide him right Dear Lord don't let me die tonight I got words for my comrades, listen and learn Ain't nothin' free, give back what you earn, no doubt Gettin' higher than a motherfucker, bless me please This thug life'll be the death of me, c'mon, yeah And I remember what my papa told me Remember what my pops told me, blasphemy <b>Prince Ital</b>: Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin' my bird in a cloud Usin' de name of de Lord in vein While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain <b>Tupac</b>: We probably in Hell already, our dumb asses not knowin' Everybody kissin' ass to go to heaven ain't goin' Put my soul on it, I'm fightin' devil niggaz daily Plus the media be crucifyin' brothers severely Tell me I ain't God's son, nigga mom a virgin We got addicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto Doin' wild shit, lookin' at the sun don't pay Criminal mind all the time, waitin' for Judgment Day They say Moses split the Red Sea I split the blunt and rolled a fat one, I'm deadly Babylon beware, comin' for the Pharoahe's kids, retaliation Makin' legends off the shit we did, still bullshittin' Niggaz in Jerusalem, waitin' for signs God's comin', she's just takin' her time, haha Livin' by the Nile while the water flows I'm contemplatin' plots wonderin' where the door to go Brothas getting shot, comin' back resurrected It's just that raw shit, nigga check it (that raw shit) And I remember what my papa told me Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy <b>Prince Ital</b>: Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin' my bird in a cloud Usin' de name of de Lord in vein While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain <b>Tupac</b>: The preacher want me buried why, 'cause I know he a liar Have you ever seen a crackhead, that's eternal fire Why you got these kids minds, thinkin' that they evil While the preacher bein' freaky you say honor God's people Should we cry, when the Pope died, my request We should cry if they cried when we buried Malcolm X Mama tell me am I wrong, is God just another cop Waitin' to beat my ass if I don't go pop Memories of a past time, givin' up cash to the leaders Knowin' damn well, it ain't gonna feed us In my brain how can you explain, times in B.C. It's hard enough to live now, in these times of greed They say Jesus is a kind man, well he should understand Times in this crime land, my Thug Nation Do what you gotta do but know you gotta change Try to find a way to make it out the game I leave this and hope God can see my heart is pure Is heaven just another door? I leave this here I leave this and hope God see my heart is pure Is heaven just another door? And my people say <b>Prince Ital</b>: Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin' my bird in a cloud Usin' de name of de Lord in vein While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin' my bird in a cloud Usin' de name of de Lord in vein While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin' my bird in a cloud Usin' de name of de Lord in vein While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin' my bird in a cloud Usin' de name of de Lord in vein While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain <b>Spoken</b> by <b>Jamala Lesane</b>: Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread, and forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us, from evil. For God, is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory forever, and ever, and ever. |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
<i><b>Roger Troutman</b></i>
<a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California">California</a> love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Los_Angeles" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Los Angeles">LA</a> In the city of good old Watts In the city, the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Compton" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Compton">Compton</a> We keep it rocking We keep it rocking <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb-ass hemp beat The state where you never find a dancefloor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean, mean, money-making machines serving fiends I been in the game for ten years making rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shining; looking like I robbed Liberace It's all good from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Diego" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Diego">Diego</a> to the Bay Your city is the bomb if your city making pay Throw up a finger if you feel the same way Dre putting it down for California California (California) knows how to party (knows how to party) California (West Coast) knows how to party (yes they do) In the city of LA (city of LA) In the city of good old Watts (good old Watts) In the city, the city of Compton (city of Compton, yeah) We keep it rocking (keep it rocking) We keep it rocking Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it Shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (that's right...) Shake it, shake it, baby, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreaming Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearing hoochies screamin' Fiending for money and alcohol The life of a Westside player, where cowards die And it's all war Only in Cali where we riot, not rally to live and die In LA we wearing Chucks, not Ballys (that's right...) Dressed in locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossing but have caution; we collide with other crews Famous 'cause we programme worldwide Let them recognize from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Long_Beach" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Long Beach">Long Beach</a> to Rosecrans Bumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's Westside So you know <a href="/Category:Label/Death_Row_Records" title="Category:Label/Death Row Records">The Row</a> won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of LA From <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Oakland" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Oakland">Oakland</a> to <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Sacramento" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Sacramento">Sac-Town</a> The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of LA (South Central) In the city of good old Watts (that's right) In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rocking We keep it rocking (Yeah, yeah, now make it shake) Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, mama (West Coast) Shake it Cali... <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> ...Yeah... Long Beach in the house... yeah. Oaktown; Oakland definitely in the house... <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Francisco" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Francisco">'Frisco</a>, 'Frisco <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Hey, you know LA up in this <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Pasadena" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Pasadena">Pasadena</a>, where you at? Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Even <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Hollywood" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Hollywood">Hollywood</a> trying to get a piece, baby <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Sacramento, Sacramento, where you at? Yeah <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Throw it up, y'all, throw it up, throw it up, I can't see you |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
Intro: 2Pac
Ay what time is it nigga? (I don't know) Oh shit, 12 o'clock Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here (hell yeah) Nigga, it's check out time nigga Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room (hey there bitch, where Suge at nigga?) Call Suge, call all the niggaz tell em to meet me downstairs (Where K and them niggaz at man?) Tell the valet, bring the Benz around (Ay y'all seen my shoes?) Hey Kurupt, y'all niggaz drivin or y'all flyin back, whassup? (Kurupt: Man, I'm rollin man, fuck that shit) Hey Syke nigga, come on man, get up out the bathroom fool (Fuck that, I lost some money nigga) Aw nigga, damn Verse One: 2Pac Now I'm up early in the mornin breath stinkin as I'm yawnin Just another sunny day in California I got my mind focused on some papers while I'm into sexy capers Give a holla to them hoochies last night that tried to rape us Will these rap lyrics take us, plus room all up in Vegas I'm a boss playa, death before I let these bitches break us Last night was like a fantansy, Alize and Hennessee A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin with my man and me Told her I was interested, picture all the shit we did I got her hot and horny, all up on me, what a freaky bitch First you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I like it Got a nigga all excited, it don't matter just don't bite it I never got to check out the scence Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeans Now it seems, it's check out time Chorus: 2Pac We gotta go (2X) Gotta go, gotta go Yeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time We gotta go (4X) Gotta go nigga, gotta go (y'all know what time it is) Ay, c'mon man get y'all bags man call that valet motherfucker Tell him to get a nigga shoe, cause we out this motherfucker Verse Two: Kurupt They label me an outlaw, so it's time for the panty raid My fantansies came true, with Janet on, I'm in a Escapade But did it all end too soon All the homies runnin through the halls room to room, so I assume Since I'm a playa like my nigga Syke Then it's only right for me to disappear into the night My game's Trump tight, so I find time to recline Sneak into your room, instant Messiah, shit wines of all kinds I ain't got that much time So hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behind Since I'm only here for one night, I got to get you hot and heated Play like Micheal Jackson, and Beat It One more thing I like to mention, I'm done and I'm out cause there's someone else who deserves my atttention So all the homies round up in the lobby Cause busting bitches is a hobby, nigga It's check out time Chorus: Kurupt We gotta go (8X) Aiyyo man 'Pac ay where the where the fuck is Daz at man? This nigga locked up or somethin The only one not to leave Yo man it's check out time, it's time to get out this mother You seem them bitches? We out man, fuck that shit Yo Rece! Yo nigga whassup? Verse Three: Syke Hey I'm livin the life of a boss playa The front desk callin but I'm checkin out later My behaviour is crazy, from what you did to me baby If walls could talk, they'd say, you tried to fade me I'm puttin in work, but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed Carressin your thoughts, cause I'm livin Fed Heard what I said? Passion is crashin the room From the liquor we consumed I heard a boom I'm blackin out, you're yellin out 'Big Syke Daddy' We did it in the caddy on the highway, my way I'm lost in a dream, and so it seemed, to be the night Five bottles of Cristal and I'm still tight Out of sight, for 'Pac and Kurupt As I get it up, once the doors close you stuck In a heaty, sticky situation Get up baby, you ain't on vacation It's check out time Chorus: Syke We gotta go (8X) Ay, it's check out time Ay 'Pac, nigga where my motherfuckin, where my shoes go nigga? Where my motherfuckin drawers and shit at man? Man y'all niggaz was in here partyin too fuckin much What the fuck y'all doin nigga? Kurupt, go tell Daz man and Bogart and the rest of them niggaz c'mon man, niggaz is trippin man Front desk all callin me tellin me to get the hell outta here man We gotta go (8X) I ain't got no more money, somebody loan me a hundred |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
You are appreciated.
When I was young me and my mama had beef 17 years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Suspended from school, scared to go home I was a fool with the big boys, breakin' all the rules Shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddies The same drama, when things went wrong we blamed mama I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary, hey I'd see the penitentiary One day, runnin' from the police that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside And even as a crack fiend mama You always was a black queen mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy tryin' to raise a man You always was committed, a poor single mother on welfare Tell me how you did it, there's no way I can pay you back But the plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love for my daddy 'cause the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry 'Cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless But all along I was lookin' for a father, he was gone I hung around with the thugs and even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin' I needed money of my own so I started slangin' I ain't guilty 'cause even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin' money in your mailbox I love payin' rent when the rent's due I hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to you 'Cause when I was low you was there for me You never left me alone because you cared for me And I can see you comin' home after work, late Your in the kitchen tryin' to fix us a hot plate Just workin' with the scraps you was given And mama made miracles every Thanksgiving But now the road got rough, your alone Tryin' to raise 2 bad kids on your own And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (And dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. Pour out some liquor and I reminisce 'Cause through the drama, I can always depend on my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy, there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act crazy I got to thank the Lord that you made me There are no words that can express how I feel You never kept a secret, always stayed real And I appreciate how you raised me And all the extra love that you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if you hold on It's a struggle, everyday gotta roll on And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady. Lady. Lady. Lady. |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
Makaveli in this, Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty (Uhh, feel me!) And God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild into the ways of the man Follow me, eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la I ain't a killer but don't push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listening Seeing niggaz coming for me, and my diamonds, when they glistening Now pay attention, rest in peace father I'm a ghost in these killing fields Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go Deep inside the solitary mind of a madman who screams In the dark evil lurks, enemies, see me flee Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit Stuck, niggaz is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus Mama told me never stop until I bust a nut Fuck the world if they can't adjust It's just as well Hail Mary Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers, never realize The precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin', institutionalized I lived my life a product, made to crumble But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we ballin' Catch me Father please, cause I'm fallin', in the liquor store That's the Hennessey I hear ya callin', can I get some more Hail 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do One life to live but I got nothing to lose, just me and you On a one way trip to prison, selling drugs We all wrapped up in this living, life as thugs To my homeboys in Clinton Max, doing they bid Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this When they turn out the lights, I'll be there in the dark Thuggin' eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la <b>Kastro</b> They got a APB, out on my Thug family Since Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down, K blasted off of Hennessey and Thai Chronic, mixed it, now I'm twisted, blisted, and high Visions of me thug livin' getting me by Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs When I die they won't cry unless they coming with slugs <b>Young Noble</b> Peep the whole scene and whatever's going on around me Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feeling rowdy Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that motherfucker Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers On the regular mashing in a stolen black Ac' Integra Cocked back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse From a Thug to preaching church, I gave you love now you eating dirt Needing work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle till dawn That's when sun came up, it's only one way up Hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up If it's on then it's on, we rate beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate To this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealing with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate If it's on then it's on, we rate beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate To this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealing with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la (Repeats in background) <b>Prince Ital</b> We've been traveling on this weary road Long time til I be take off this load But we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't worry everything will come real Free like the bird in the tree We won't worry everything will come real Yes we free like the bird in the tree We running from the penitentiary This is the time for we liberty Hail Mary, Hail Mary Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
Ahh, Suge what I tell you nigga,
when I come out of jail what was I gonna do I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, nigga The binoculars Ha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride Grab your bulletproof vest nigga cause its gonna be a long one Now me and Quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side The real side Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real mutha-fuckas and there's gonna be some pussys Now the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches The pussys are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin' Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride get tricky See you got some niggas on your side That say they're your friends But in real life they your enemies And then you got some mutha-fuckas that say they your enemies But in real life they eyes is on your money See the enemies will say they true But in real life those niggas will be the snitches Its a dirty game y'all Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with Cause the shit get wild y'all Keep your mind on your riches, Baby Keep your mind on your riches 9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder me From hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me Shit I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed Nothing more I despise than a liar cowards die My mama told me When I was to see Just a vicious mutha fucker while these devils left me free I proceed to make them shiver when I deliver Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Mackaveli Niggas is waiting for some thug shit, thats what they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw Switching up on you ordinary bitches like a south paw you get let And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G' I rip the crowd, then I start again Internally I live in sin untill the moment that they let me breathe again The heartz of men (Chorus) The Heartz of Men My lyrical verse with so much pain that to some niggas it hurts My guns bust And if you ain't one of us it gets worse Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll in fly mode I'm a homicidal outlaw and five-o, get your lights on, fight long tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight so we might roll My own homies say I'm heartless But I'm a 'G' to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardless Drive-by, niggas bow down thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now Throw up your hands if you thugged out First nigga act up first nigga gettin' drugged out I can be a villian if ya let me I'll Muthafuck ya if ya do upset me tell the cops to come and get me rip the crowd like a phone number Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends nigga Look inside the heartz of men (Chorus) In The Heartz of Men In The Heartz of Men To all my niggas engaged in making money in the fifty states Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch No longer living in fear my pistol close in hand Convinced this is my year like I'm the chosen man Give me my money and label me as a Don If niggas is having problems smoke'em, fire and bomb I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack Thugin' is in my spirit I'm lost and not knowing scar'd up but still flowing energized and still going Uhh, can it be fate that makes a sick muthafucka break On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake What will it take ? Give me that bass line I'm feeling bombed Deathrow baby, don't be alarmed The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again Represent cause I've been sent The heartz of men |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
So I f**ked your bi**h
You fat mutha-f**ka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is ni**as we bring it to {Take Money} [ha ha, that's alright] First off, f**k your bi**h And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I f**ked your wife We bust on Bad Boys ni**as f**k for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark a*s bi**hes We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How i'll leave yah Cut your young a*s up See yah in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Don't f**k with real a*s G's Quick to snatch your ugly a*s, off the streets So f**k peace I'll let them ni**as know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night [ha ha] Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill f**k with me And get your caps peeled You know, See Chorus Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace ni**a, I hit 'em up Check this out You mutha-f**kas know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all ni**as ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah bi**h made a*s Bad Boys bi**hes {ahh yo, yo, hold the f**k up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pa*s the mac And let me hit 'em in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right For setting up traps Little accident murderers And I ain't never heard of yah Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Guard your rank Cause I'm a slam your a*s in a pang Puffy weaker than a f**kin' block I'm running through ni**a And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In front of yah ni**a With the ready power Tucked in my Guess Under my Eddie Bower Your clout petty sour I push packages ever hour I hit 'em up Chorus Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace ni**a, We hit 'em up Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you ni**as getting killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a Shermine ni**as think they learned to fly But they burn mutha-f**ka you deserve to die Talking about you Getting Money But its funny to me All you ni**as living bummy While you f**king with me? I'm a self made Millionaire Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air {Air} [Ha Ha] Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the bi**h to let you sleep in the house Now its all about versace You copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my A-K I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mutha-f**ka I'll Hit 'Em Up I'm from N W New Jers. Where plenty of murder occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenerio Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees Copin' pleas with these Little Kim is yah Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the f**k? Is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped And all your fake a*s east coast props Brainstormed and locked You'se a B-writer Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing s**t but a faker So fill the Alazhay with a chaser 'bout to get murdered for the paper E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke [uhh] Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-f**kin' joke Thug Life, ni**as better be known Be approaching In the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping It's a battle lost I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off ni**a, I hit 'em up Now you tell me who won I see them, they run [ha ha] They don't wanna see us Whole Junior Mafia click Dressing up to be us How the f**k they gonna be the Mob? When we always on out job We millionaire's Killing ain't fair But somebody got to do it Oh yah Mobb Deep [uhh] You wanna f**k with us You Little young a*s mutha-f**kas Don't one of you ni**as got sickle-cell or something You f**king with me, ni**a ? You f**k around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the f**k up Before you get smacked the f**k up This is how we do it on our side Any of you ni**as from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain't singing, We bringing drama f**k you and your mother f**king mama. We gonna kill all you mother f**kers. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother f**kin opinion Well this is how we gon' do this: f**k Mobb Deep, f**k Biggie, f**k Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother f**kin crew. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, Then f**k you too. Chino XL, f**k you too. All you mother f**kers, f**k you too. (take money, take money) All of y'all mother f**kers, f**k you, die slow mother f**ker. My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow. You mother f**kers can't be us or see us. We mother f**kin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, ni**a We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother f**kers. We do our job. You think you the mob, ni**a, we the mother f**kin' mob Ain't nuttin' but killers And the real ni**as, all you mother f**kers feel us. Our s**t goes triple and four quadruple You ni**as laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother f**kin' belts You know how it is and we drop records they felt You ni**as can't feel it We the realist f**k 'em. We Bad Boy killas. |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island
All the penitentiaries Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo Pratt All the political Prisoners San Quinton All the jailhouses I'm with you Yeah One Thug, One Thug How do we keep the music playing One Thug, One Thug (Verse 1) I wake up early in the morning mind state so military Suckas fantasizing Pictures of a young brother buried Was it me The Weed Or this life I lead If daytime is for suckas then tonight we breathe Out for all that Knowing that this world brings drawbacks Look how they shiver Once I deliver these war raps Meet me at the cemetery dressed in black Tonight we Honor the dead, those who won't be back So if I die do the same for me Shed no tears An Outlaw, thug living in this game for years Why worry? Hope to God Get me high when I'm buried Knowing deep inside only a few love me Don't rush me through the gates of heaven Let me picture for a while How I lived from my days as a child I wonder now How do we outlast, always get cash Stay strong if we all mash Hold Your head (Chorus) How do we keep the music playing (You got to hold your head) How do we get ahead (Hold your head) Too many young black brothers are dying (You got to hold your head) Living fast, too fast (hahaha) (Verse 2) These felonies be like prophecies Begging me to stop Cause these lawyers getting money every time they knock us Snatch they pockets lyrically Suckas flee when they notice Switched my name to Makaveli Had the rap game closed Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows, they froze Now suckas idolize my chosen blows And more money, mean litigating More playa hating Got a cell at the Penn for me waiting Is this my fate? Miss me with that misdemeanor thinking We fall back Never had too much Tequilla drinking We all that Make them understand me You lie to say my posse Everyone roll with me is family Cause every bodies got me Watch me paint a perfect vision This life we living Got us all meeting up in prison Last week I got a letter from my road dog Written in blood Saying Please show a young playa love Hold your head Hold it (Chorus) How do we keep the music playing (You got to hold your head) How do we get ahead (C'Mon, Hold your head) Too many young black brothers are dying (Yes, hold hold your head) Living fast, too fast (Weed got me thinking in my mind) (Verse 3) God bless the child that can hold is own Indeed Enemies bleed when I hold my chrome Let these words be the last To my unborn seeds Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed Currency means nothing if you still ain't free Money breeds jealousy, take the game from me I hope for better days Trouble comes naturally Running from authorities Till they capture me And my aim, is to spread more smiles than tears Utilize lessons learned from my childhood years Maybe mama had it all right Rest your head Straight conversation all night Bless the dead To the homies that I used to have That no longer roll Catch a brother at the crossroads Plus, nobody knows my soul Watching time pass Through the glass of my drop top Rolls Hold your head (Chorus) How do we keep the music playing (You got to hold your head) How do we get ahead (No matter how hard it gets, feel me, c'mon) (Hold your head) Too many young black brothers are dying (Smoke some weed, drink a drink, read a book, watch the stars, get some pussy, whatever) Living fast, too fast How do we keep the music playing (Yes, you got to hold your head) How do we get ahead |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
(Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row
They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood Yeah with that funky sound *so funky* we be throwin' down) This goes out to you playa you know...you know who you are Chorus: repeat 3X Gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me So when ya see me nigga Ya better Holla at me Verse One: 2Pac Are you confused ? You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes of a nigga who don't have a thing to loose When me and you was homies no one informed me it was all a scheme You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams how could you do me like that ? I took ya family in I put some cash in ya pocket made you a man again and now you let tha fear put your ass in a place complicated to escape It's a fools fate without your word your a shell of a man I lost respect for you nigga we can never be friends I know i'm runnin' through your head now what could you do ? If it was up to you i'd be dead now I let tha world know nigga you a coward You could never be live until you die see tha mothafucken bitch in your eye Type of Nigga, that let tha evil of tha money trap me when ya see me nigga ya better holla at me (holla at me) can't let tha evil of tha money trap me So when ya see me nigga Ya better Holla at me Chorus: 2Pac (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) So I gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me so when ya see me nigga ya better holla at me (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) Verse Two: 2Pac courious spittin' lyrics on tha verge of furious i'm addicted to currency nigga that's why we're doin this I got shot up, I surprised tha niggas tha way I got up and then I hit the studio It's time to blow tha block up No hesitation this information got you contemplatin' heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation break him and let him see tha face of a mental patient it's a celebration of my criminal elevation with the participation I want members across tha fifty states to keep tha nation anticipatin' until we break will I be great, is it my fate ? to live tha life of luxury some niggas bought my tapes so much jelousy it scares me so be prepared cause only tha strong survive life isn't fair (fair) probably never knew tha way it feels to die so you figure fuck with me I give that ass a try Nigga, Holla at me Chorus (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) (Ohhhhhh....) Verse Three: 2Pac I shoulda saw tha signs I was blinded criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time so many brothas framed in this dirty game it's a shame so much pressure on my brain while she blame me Secrets in tha dark only her and I know now i'm sitten' in tha state pen doin time for slow guess she made a bad decision that got me livin' just like an animal i'm caged up in state prison my niggas dissin' cause hell have no fury like a woman scorn A cemetary full of mothafuckers got not knowin' picture my prophecy tha cops are attacking me, on top of me i'm runnin' from tha coppers but never let'em stop me cause i'm a soulja hell, ever since I was a little nigga havin' fantasies of one day getting older Niggas is paranoid trust a no no love is a mystery Fuck tha po po, Holla at me..... So when you see me nigga you better holla at me.... Chorus (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) (Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood Yeah with that funky sound (so funky) we be throwin' down) Chorus (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) (Ohhhhhhhh, heeeeyyy, ohhhhh nooo noooo noooooo) |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo
How do you want it? How does it feel? Comin up as a nigga in the cash game livin in the fast lane; I'm for real How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin up as a nigga in the cash game livin in the fast lane; I'm for real Verse One: 2Pac Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out Got a nigga wantin it so bad I'm bout to pass out Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it Catch you at a club, oh shit you got me fiendin Body talkin shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance Doin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can Forgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man All I want is money, fuck the fame I'm a simple man Mr. International, playa with the passport Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for It's either him or me -- champagne, Hennessey A favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need Approachin hoochies with a passion, been a long day But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way Your body is bangin baby I love it when you flaunt it Time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah) Chorus Verse Two: 2Pac Tell me is it cool to fuck? Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what? Positions on the floor it's like erotic, ironic cause I'm somewhat psychotic I'm hittin switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics Up and down like a roller coaster, I'm up inside ya I ain't quittin til the show is over, cause I'ma rider In and out just like a robbery, I'll probably be a freak and let you get on top of me, get her rockin these Nights full of Alize, a livin legend You ain't heard about these niggaz play these Cali days Delores Tucker, youse a motherfucker Instead of tryin to help a nigga you destroy a brother Worse than the others -- Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole You're too old to understand the way the game is told You're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts Want some on lease? I'm makin millions, niggaz top that They wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a cell livin in hell -- only a few of us'll live to tell Now everybody talkin bout us I could give a fuck I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss Nigga tell me how you want it Chorus Verse Three: 2Pac Raised as a youth, tell the truth I got the scoop on how to get a bulletproof, because I jumped from the roof before I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager Game rules, I'm livin major -- my adversaries is lookin worried, they paranoid of gettin buried One of us gon' see the cemetary My only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive Gettin high, see the demons in my eyes, before I die I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million And then I'm chillin fade em all, these taxes got me crossed up and people tryin to sue me Media is in my business and they actin like they know me Hahaha, but I'ma mash out, peel out I'm with it quick I'se quick to whip that fuckin steel out Yeah nigga it's some new shit so better get up on it When ya see me tell a nigga how ya want it How do you want it? Chorus 2X (2Pac) How you want it? Yeah my nigga Johnny J Yeah, we out Chorus (2Pac) Tell me Chorus (2Pac) Cash game, livin in the fast lane, I'm for real |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
I Ain't Mad At Cha
Change, Shit, I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of ya'll niggas to get up out tha hood Shit, I'm with ya I ain't mad at cha got nothin' but love for ya do your thing boy Yeah, All the homies that I ain't talk to in awhile I'm a send this out to y'all know what I mean ? Cuz, I ain't mad at cha heard all of y'all tearing up shit out there Kickin' up dust givin' a mutha-fuck Yeah, niggas Cuz, I ain't mad at cha Now, we where cnce two niggas of the same kind quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You were just a little smaller But you still rolled Got stressed to Y.A. And hit tha hood swole remember when ya had a jheri curl Didn't quite learn On the block With ya glock trippin' of Sherm Collect calls to the tip Sayin' how ya changed Oh you a Muslim now No more dope game Heard you might be coming home Just got bail wanna go to the Mosque Don't wanna chase tail I seems I lost my little homie He's a changed man Hit the penn Now, no sinnin' is the game plan When I talk about money All you see is the struggle When I tell ya, I'm livin' large you tell me, its trouble Congratulation on the wedding I hope your wife know She got a playa for life And that's no bullshitin' I know we grew apart You probably don't remember I usta fiend for your sister But never went up in her And I can see us after school We'd bomb on the first mutha-fucka with tha wrong shit on And now, the whole shits changed and we don't even kick it got a big money scheme And you ain't even with it Knew in my heart You were the same mutha-fucka bad Go toe to toe when it's time to roll You got a brothas back And I can't even trip cause i'm just laughin' at ya You tryin' hard to maintain And go ahead Cuz, I ain't mad at cha (Chorus -- Danny boy) oooowwwwww I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha We used to be like distant couzins fightin', playin' dozins whole nieghborhood buzzin' Knowin' that we was wasn't Usta catch us on the roof or behind the stairs I'm gettin' blitz remincin' On all the time we shared Beside Bumpin' n' Grindin' Was nothin' on our mind In time we learned to live a life of crime Rewind us back To a time Was much to young, to know I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow And even thou we seperated You said that you wait Don't give nobody no coochie While I'll be locked up state I Kiss my mama good bye Wipe, the tears from her lonely eyes Said, that I'll return But I gotta fight The bitch that ride Don't shed a tear cuz, mama I ain't happy here I'm through trails and no more smiles for a couple a years They got me goin' mad I'm knocking brothas on their backs in my cell Thinkin' hell I know one day I'll be back As soon as I touch down I told my girl i'll be there so prepare to get fucked down The homies wanna kick it But I'm just laughin' at ya Cuz, you is a down ass bitch and I ain't mad at cha (Chorus -- Danny boy) I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha (but your a down ass bitch, and I ain't Mad at Cha) Well guess who's moving up ? this niggas ballin' now Bitches be callin' to get it Hookers keep fallin' down He went from nothin' to alot Ten Karets the spot He went from a nobody nigga to the big man on the block He's Mister local celebrity Addicted to move a key most hated by enemy Escaping the luxury See, first you was our nigga But you made it So the choice is made Now we gotta slay you while you faded In the younger days So full of pain while the weapons blaze Gettin' so high off the bomb Hopin' we can make it To the better dayz Cuz, crime pays And in time You'll find a rhyme That'll blaze you'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger dayz So many changed on me So many tried to plot that I keep a glock beside my Haaand When will it stop ? 'Till god return me to my essence Cuz, even as a adolecents I refuse to be a convelecent So many questions, And they ask me if i'm still down I moved up out of the ghetto So I ain't real now ? They got so much to say But I'm just laughin' at ya You niggas just don't know But I ain't mad at cha (Chorus -- Danny boy) oooowwwwww I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha (Hell naw, I ain't mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha (and I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha nooooo I ain't Mad at Chaaaaahhhhh |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
Aw yeah, I get around
Still clown with the Underground, when we come around Stronger than ever (Tupac) Back to get wreck All respect to those who break their neck to keep their hoes in check Cause oh they sweat a brother majorly And I don't know why, your girl keeps paging me She tell me that she needs me, cries when she leaves me And every time she sees me, she squeeze me, lady take it easy! Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don't want it if it's that easy Ayo bust it, baby got a problem saying bye bye Just another hazard of a fly guy You ask why, don't matter, my pockets got fatter Now everybody's looking for the latter And ain't no need in being greedy If you wanna see me dial the beeper number baby when you need me And I'll be there in a jiffy Don't be picky, just be happy with this quickie But when you learn, you can't tie me down Baby doll, check it out, I get around What you mean you don't know? I get around The Underground just don't stop for hoes, I get around Still down with the Underground, I get around Yeah, ayo Shock, let them hoes know (Shock G) Now you can tell from my everday fits, I ain't rich So cease and desist with them tricks (tricks) I'm just another black man caught up in the mix (mix) Trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents (A dime and a nickel) Just cause I'm a freak don't mean that we could hit the sheets Baby I can see, that you don't recognize me I'm Shock G, the one who put the satin on your panties Never knew a hooker that could share me, I get around (Money B) What's up love, how you doing? (All right) Well I've been hanging sanging, trying to do my thang Oh, you heard that I was banging Your home girl you went to school with, that's cool But did she tell you about her sister and your cousin? Thought I wasn't See, weekends were made for Michelob But it's a Monday, my day, so just let me hit it, yo And don't mistake my statement for a clown We can keep in the down low long as you know, that I get around (Tupac) 2Pacalypse now don't stop for hoes, I get around Why I ain't call you? Ha ha, please Finger tips on the hips as I dip, gotta get a tight grip, don't slip Loose lips sink ships, it's a trip I love the way she licks her lips, see me jocking Put a little twist in her hips cause I'm watching Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn Now we all alone, why the lights on? Turn 'em off, time to set it off, get you wet and soft Something's on your mind, let it off You don't know me, you just met me, you won't let me Well if I couldn't have it (silly rabbit) why you sweating me? It's a lot of real G's doing time Cause a groupy bit the truth and told a lie You picked the wrong guy baby if you're too fly You need to hit the door, search for a new guy Cause I only got one night in town Break out or be clown, baby doll are you down? I get around (Shock G) Round and round, round we go (Repeat 8x) |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
Outlaw
Go head In This No doubt Death Row Makaveli You can call me daddy I'll be ya daddy Just like Daddy For the ladies (Chorus) Come to me anytime you want Dedicate slow jams on the radio Oh I Know your happy I can feel ya passion Looking out for ya just like daddy Come on Sunshine turns to rain Baby I can take away ya pain If ya trust me Close your eyes, and feel the magic Never leave when ya need me I'll do ya just like daddy (E.D.I) I met her when she was younger Her daddy died when she was younger Her moms let her do what she please it seemed no one loved her Her eyes shined love a diamond in the rough The kind that you can love Not yet touched With so much, potential Youngster, let me got your mental Into a place, with the sourness of pain you'll never taste By God's grace you were born with that face Nothing but pure beauty So for an eternity I feel it's my duty To be a souljah, oh yeah baby I got plans to mold ya And in the coldest nights is when I hold ya Like I'm supposed to As we roll closer I'll take your hand gladly Anything ya need ask me Spoil my baby girl just like daddy (Verse 2 - Tupac) You alleviate the stress spending time with you, I feel blessed When you gone feel the pain so strong Deep in my chest When I got arrested Came so close to going to jail Throwin blows at the po-pos breakin they nails Screamin loud goin all out Damn I did You stayed locked down at moms house Watchin the kids, through the whole bid In tha V-I I seen ya daily When my fake homies try ta fuck you You run and tell me That's why I stay committed I thank God every time I hit it Hoping you'll forgive me, for the times I bullshitted Me and you against the world We untouchable Screamin like ya dying every time I'm fuckin' you Ya never had a father or a family, but I'll be there No need to fear so much insanity And through the years I know ya gave me your heart Plus When I'm dirt broke and fucked up You still love me (Chorus) Come to me anytime you want Dedicate slow james on the radio Oh I Know your happy I can feel ya passion Looking out for ya just like daddy Come on Sunshine turns to rain Baby I can take away ya pain If ya trust me Close your eyes, and feel the magic Never leave when ya need me I'll do ya just like daddy (Kadafi) Boo would ya, die for me? Down holdin my pistol, gettin high With mean sounds tougher than bristles Fool when you cry I'll be ya tissue Back in the county writing letters how I miss you Giving you credit, apologetic how I dis you Get you for thinkin like a minor and on a level of one And sometime daddy ready to wine ya and dine ya Lace ya for total vigina and still We right behind ya tru Life just me and you no tellin' what we could do Getting high between the sheets Make the shit right here discrete Putting hickies on ya belly while we fucking on the beach I love it when ya nut up and grab me I feel for ya badly, baby girl just like daddy (Young Noble) Shorty I lend my hand out to help ya Lost soul looking for shelter On the late night accept it Treat ya good won't disrespect ya My age is young Out of place binge days is done From a trixy to a missy, you know I raised ya hon Placed her under my wing Showed her how we swing Now she rollin' blunts for a king One day labeled thug Mrs The essence of my ghetto sistas Hugs and kisses That's just for me to be a father figure Chorus over top of talking |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corrine
Verse One: Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots I give a holler to my sisters on welfare Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot When you come around the block brothers clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him Cause sista you don't need him And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em You know it makes me unhappy (what's that) When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real to our women And if we don't we'll have a race of babies That will hate the ladies, that make the babies And since a man can't make one He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one So will the real men get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up Chorus Ooooh child things are gonna get easier Ooooh child things are gonna get brighter Ooooh child things are gonna get easier Ooooh child things are gonna get brighter Verse Two: Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough And though we had it rough, we always had enough I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two And I realize momma really paid the price She nearly gave her life, to raise me right And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind Last night my buddy lost his whole family It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity It seems tha rain'll never let up I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up You know it's funny when it rains and pours They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor They say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is there ain't no hope for tha future And then they wonder why we crazy I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup And even though you're fed up Huh, ya got to keep your head up Chorus Verse Three: And uhh To all the ladies havin babies on they own I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo' You can't complain you was dealt this hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless Because there's too many things for you to deal with Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless While tears, is rollin down your cheeks Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me I was given this world I didn't make it And now my son's getten older and older and cold From havin the world on his shoulders While the rich kids is drivin Benz I'm still tryin to hold on to survivin friends And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but please... you got to keep your head up |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
(DJ Quik)
Hey Pac, it's yo boy Hey man so far I've been listening to your album and I ain't heard nothing you could kick back and smoke a beady to You know? Yeah like that Some of that mellow shit Some of that shit that make bitches drink Make niggaz think And help you check a fat-ass bank, hahahah So why don't you kick some of that shit nigga only you know how Hahahah, feel me? (Tupac) I'm barely standing and plus my secondhand say it's midnight Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right Like misdemeanours is a small thing With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang Running through the street lights cause we like Young nigga get your mob on show em what a G like Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno Niggaz popping, welcome to our casino Cause you and me know hundred percent like a c-note Looking for a bitch that's half-black and Filipino And when I meet her I'ma offer her some Indo Tounge-kissing on the window of a pearl white limo Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga touch me here, I'll get bigger While I'm digging I'll get deep into your liver I'm game tight love fucking bitches in the same night My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right The club be popping so I'm stopping at the Fat Burger Look through the paper it's another black crack murder The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die You can fuck on the first night, or try, in the 'Late Night' (Chorus) * DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X* Last night.. last night changed it all 'Pac) In the late night Last night.. (I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be .. do it myself) (Pac) In the late night (Hussein Fatal) Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped I clock rocks in the rain til my socks is damp Ain't nothing like being a thug when I can just Sit on the Row of Death straight knowing that I'm blessed Hussein Fatal, flawless fatality Overdosing on crime, three steps from reality Get up to get down, represent the town Last night was popping like like cocked glocks with hollow-tip rounds (Kadafi) From booty calls to bail sheets It ain't no telling if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets My intuitions and the bitches up in the late night Probably involves me coming up with just to see another day might, If me who ride the bullet in these streets where a man journey With crooked cops and a society who trying to burn me I'm like a pit in a cage spitting my shells in a gauge Deadly as aids niggaz getting crossed like a maze Now picture me living my life like a king maybe one day chilling I'm living Monday through Sunday Bringing the gun play for all these beefs and battles When we collide I'm a ride on that hide like cattle Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night (Chorus) (2Pac) Money and multiple gunshots are shown large amps are blown Niggaz in low-lows, pursuing more hoes, then go home The life of a California star And when you see me in the drop-top Jag how many niggaz wanna be me? Game is automatic mandatory I sell To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell Cause when you gettin some riches watch for dumb bitches They have you labeled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin It's a mean world nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day? Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static? Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic I disappear whenever heated ride whenever needed For my niggaz up in Clinton getting weeded Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die Supply long as you motherfuckers buy My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and ducking Slapping niggaz known for telling bitches fuck-it in the late night (Chorus) |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
Chorus: repeat 2X
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death my niggas, we tha last ones left but life goes on..... Verse One: As I bail through tha empty halls breath stinkin' in my draws ring, ring, ring quiet y'all incoming call plus this my homie from high school he's getting bye It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry life as a baller alchol and booty calls we usta do them as adolecents do you recall? raised as G's loc'ed out and blazed the weed get on tha roof let's get smoked out and blaze with me 2 in tha morning and we still high assed out screamin' 'thug till I die' before I passed out but now that your gone i'm in tha zone thinkin' 'I don't wanna die all alone' but now ya gone and all I got left are stinkin' memories I love them niggas to death i'm drinkin' Hennessy while tryin' ta make it last I drank a 5th for that ass when you passed.... cause life goes on Chorus Verse Two: Yeah nigga I got tha word as hell blew trial and tha judge gave you 25 with an L time to prepare to do fed time won't see parole imagine life as a convict that's getten' old plus with tha drama we're lookin out for your babies mama taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from beatin on her... life in tha hood... is all good for nobody remember gamin' on dumb hotties at your party Me and you No true a two while scheming on hits and gettin tricks that maybe we can slide into but now you burried rest nigga cause I ain't worried eyes blurry sayin' goodbye at the cemetary tho' memories fade I got your name tated on my arm so we both ball 'til my dying days before I say goodbye Kato and Mental rest in peace Thug till I die Chorus Verse Three: Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket have a party at my funeral let every rapper rock it let tha hoes that I usta know from way before kiss me from my head to my toe give me a paper and a pen so I can write about my life of sin a couple bottles of Gin in case I don't get in tell all my people i'm a Ridah nobody cries when we die we outlaws let me ride until I get free I live my life in tha fast lane got police chasen' me to my niggas from old blocks from old crews niggas that guided me through back in tha old school pour out some liquor have a toast for tha homies see we both gotta die but ya chose to go before me and brothas miss ya while your gone you left your nigga on his own how long we mourn life goes on... (Chorus repeats to end) (Spoken over repeating chorus:) Life goes on homie gone on, cause they passed away Niggas doin' life Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit I feel ya nigga, trust me I feel ya You know what I mean last year we poured out liquor for ya this year nigga, life goes on we're gonna clock now get money evade bitches evade tricks give players plenty space and basically just represent for you baby next time you see your niggas your gonna be on top nigga their gonna be like, 'Goddamn, them niggas came up' that's right baby life goes on.... and we up out this bitch hey Kato, Mental y'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up there don't front. |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
In the life we live as thugs,
Everbody fuckin wit us so can't you see It's hard to be a man. Ridin wit my gun in hand. Why explain the game? Niggas ain't listenin. Stuck in positions. If victims can't stand the heat, Then stay the fuck out the kitchen. Have these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean. Itchin, givin suckas plenty space. Have these bitch niggas snitchin. Where are we now? Guns found daily. The feds surely hope that they could finally nail me for sellin dope. They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap. Attack. Words bein known to explode on contact. Extreme at times. Blinded by my passion and fury. Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry. You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective. The shit you heard ain't do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch. Run up, face me and trace wit an infared beam. It seems niggas ain't recognize my team. Ain't nobody holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti. Unload it. Cuz niggas ain't ready. The life of an outlaw. Chorus repeats Code 3. Attack formation. Pull out your pistols. Keep an eye out for the devils cuz they itchin to get you. Mercy to this madman screamin kamikaze in tongue. Automatic gunfire makin all my enemies run. Who should I call when I'm shot and bleedin. Indeed the possibility has part a chase in cream. Dope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, just a chosen few. My foes victim of explosives. Come closer. Exhale the fumes. We got memories fadin fast. A slave for cash. Accelerate, mash, blast, then dash. Don't look now. How you like it, raw. Niggas ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender. Death is for a son to stay free. I'm thugged out. Fuck the world cuz this is how they made me. Scarred but still breathin. Believe in me and you could see the victory. A warrior with jewels. Can you picture me? Life of and outlaw. Chorus repeats City under siege. It's like I can't even breathe. I'm from the state of car theives. G, deep from the street. Plenty beef. I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene. Mobb Deep. This nigga from behind tryin to creep. No halfs wit no straps, jack. It's on to bounce back. And an ounce so fat, they snatch my style ??? Get this grip wit hollows to get cha. Snip wit clippers. Get the picture? I wrote my life down like a scripture. And I'm still on lost in the land of the lonely. Where ain't nobody holy. A matter of a fact, we unholy. Everybody livin soley for themselves. Too ?? on a land hell. Somebody need me. You know we lost hope and we needin it. Wit the evil it's forever. But it might be low down, scandalouz Like a tramp is. All for the street fame on how to be managed. To plan shit. 6 months in advaced to what we plotted. Approved to go on swole and now I got it. Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they'd love to catch Kastro sleepin. Attach a strap under my pillow and a hand like we freakin. Creepin deep into morning. Peepin out the weak. While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for it's self. No doubt. Outlaw. Outta my mind, outta time. You're all blind. Some kind of life of mine Kato don't mind. Findin it funny, matter of fact, cuz it is. Perhaps finally I look at that true over the years as an outlaw. Eh, Noble. What's up nigga. Would you die for me, nigga? Hell yeah. Would you kill for me? On my grandmother, nigga. Ah yo. What's up. Let's ride on them stupid bitches right now. Watch out. Well now they all say they roaches and parasites. Snakes and all they might Thug Life break night. Drink till we fist fight. Life or death. But you can't win with a vest. But there won't be no breathing for the reason Punk bitch on your breath. I see day is dark and I admit it's dark. So chase ??? Hide your stash Beware foolin marks. And yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left for PO's belly. And let me bust back to them niggas till they all sweaty |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
(2Pac)
No man seperate what we create Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures Death Row at it's finest! M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggaz We comin after these niggaz, worldwide Feel me! Makaveli the Don My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me? World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star Fuck the love, niggaz fear me Got these niggaz runnin all wild from my double-I When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die Boom once I enter the room, in the air all you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz scared They don't wanna see me head on.. Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B. Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.. Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga (Can you feel me?) A motherfuckin made nigga.. I got a plot to get richer, take my picture A made nigga (Napolean) Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat My role model was killin niggaz so I know, I would never be weak They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins These niggaz crossed my father then my father crossed them Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz Niggaz don't like us because they bitches straight love us The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin and seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin A made nigga (Fatal Hussein) How many niggaz fall in your vision? Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison We mash together, plus we get cash together Blast whenever, knowin it don't last forever It's only one way out and one way in Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot Blow the roof off then poof like Rahman Raouf I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch And the niggaz that I'm under, is just too much We made niggaz (E.D.I.) Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen I began the paper, stackin at those who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's Baby, maybe, that's if I slip But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin Born July, 7th a few shed eyes Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game Made for war, my aim is simple and plain Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin (Kastro) I ain't count the line, my strap, my head, there will be none of that The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga Til he still and chill, recognize the real deal Feel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb with a gun but it paid so I busted for fun And the outcome will be the same every time We all gon' die, get yours cause I'm gonna get mine (Khadafi) Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juans of this rough shit Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public With my mentality of war, dead bodies in silence, give it to you raw Thug nigga to the core The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil Mashin from here to there, day by day, year to year Made niggaz on your motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga (2Pac) Ha ha ha.. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli Gettin lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries Game, when applied help me survive several centuries Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced On my knees to God, beggin for repentance I'm convinced, that I'm a thug They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs Diss the (?) and I'll kidnap your daughter Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain my army of lunatics that stay armed Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga (2Pac) Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched My adversaries, get fucked, feel me? Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M. I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream Come and see, to see a made nigga The Outlawz.. Makaveli The Don Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.. Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggaz on the streets The motherfuckin made Niggaz All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound Tha Doggfather, and all his niggaz You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger Kurupt, Young Gotti..(Hahaha, Westside made niggaz BITCH!!) (Cop speaks over Tupac's part above) Uhh.. sarge.. uhh.. We've got uhh Tupac Shakur.. Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.. Uhh Kastro, Khadafi We got a bunch of niggaz here They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge? Uhh I repeat let 'em go I repeat, let 'em go They're made niggaz.. let 'em go But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed I said let 'em go Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can go |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
(2Pac) It's just me against the world
(girl) Oooohhh, oooohhh (2Pac) Nuttin to lose.. It's just me against the world baby (girl) Oahhhh, oahhhahh (2Pac) I got nuttin to lose It's just me against the world (girl) Oh-hahhh (2Pac) Stuck in the game Me against the world baby Verse One: 2Pac Can you picture my prophecy? Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin There ain't no stoppin me Constantly movin while makin millions Witnessin killings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings Carries to children cause they're illin Addicted to killin and the appeal from the cap peelin Without feelin, but will they last or be blasted? Hard headed bastard Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermath More bodies being buried -- I'm losing my homies in a hurry They're relocating to the cemetary Got me worried, stressin, my vision's blurried The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this anger Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is What's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youth It's just me against the world baby (girl) Me against the world (2Pac) It's just me against the world (girl) Ooooh yeah, ooo-hooo (2Pac) It's just me against the world (girl) Me against the world (2Pac) Cause it's just me against the world baby (girl) Hey!! (2Pac) Me against the world (girl) Ooooh yeah (2Pac) I got nuttin to lose It's just me against the world baby (girl) I got nothing to lose Verse Two: Dramacydal Could somebody help me? I'm out here all by myself See ladies in stones, Baby Capone's, livin wealthy Pictures of my birth on this Earth is what I'm dreamin Seein Daddy's semen, full of crooked demons, already crazy and screamin I guess them nightmares as a child had me scared, but left me prepared for a while Is there another route? For a crooked Outlaw Veteran, a villain, a young thug, who one day shall fall Everday there's mo'death, and plus I'm dough-less I'm seein mo' reasons for me to proceed with thievin Scheme on the scheming and leave they peeps grieving Cause ain't no bucks to stack up, my nuts is backed up I'm bout to act up, go load the Mac up, now watch me klacka Tried makin fat cuts, but yo it ain't workin And Evil's lurking, I can see him smirking when I gets to pervin, so what? Go put some work in, and make my mail, makin sales Risking 25 with a 'L', but oh well (girl) Me against the world (2Pac) With nuttin to lose It's just me against the world (girl) Ooh yeah.. oooh-ooooh (2Pac) It's just me against the world baby (girl) Me against the world (2Pac) I got nuttin to lose It's just me against the world (girl) Oahhhohh (2Pac) Ha ha It's just me against the world baby (girl) Ha-ahh, HA-AHH! (2Pac) With nuttin to lose It's just me against the world baby (girl) Me against the world, hoahhh (2Pac) Me against the world I got nuttin to lose It's just me against the world baby (girl) Ha-hahh (hehe) heyy! Verse Three: 2Pac With all this extra stressin The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath When will I finally get to rest? Through this supression they punish the people that's askin questions And those that possess, steal from the ones without possesions The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons Don't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questions Be grateful for blessings Don't ever change, keep your essence The power is in the people and politics we address Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic And when you get stranded And things don't go the way you planned it Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change It wasn't nuttin like the game It's just me against the world (girl) Me against the world (2Pac) Nuttin to lose It's just me against the world baby (girl) Me against the world (2Pac) Got me stuck in the game It's just me against the world (girl) Oahahhhh (2Pac) I'd be ashamed to lose It's just me against the world baby (girl) Me against the world Outro: 2Pac Heh, hahahahahahah That's right I know it seem hard sometimes but uhh Remember one thing Through every dark night, there's a bright day after that So no matter how hard it get, stick your chest out Keep your head up, and handle it (girl) Me against the world Me against the world Me against the world |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
(The Lady of Rage)
Shit, you motherfuckin' right. I'm the bitch that's keepin' it live and keepin' it hot, When you punk-ass niggas don't. Nigga, Westside. What! Bring it on. (2Pac) Look for me Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child Raised in this whirlwind (C'mon) Our childhood years, recall the tears, heart laced with venom Smokin' sherm, drinkin' malt liquor, father forgive 'em Me and my girlfriend, hustlin', fell in love with the struggle Hands on the steerin' wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin' Fuck 'em all, watch 'em fall screamin' Automatic gunfire, exorcisin' all demons Mafioso messiah, my congregation high, ready to die We bail out to take the jail back, niggas unite Our first date, couldn't wait to see you naked Touch you in every secret place, I can hardly wait... To bust freely. Got you red-hot, you so happy to see me Made the front-page, prime-time, live on TV Nigga, my girlfriend may be .45 but she still live One shot makin' niggas heart beats stop (The Lady of Rage) What! I'm bustin' on you punk-ass niggas — run, nigga, run! I'm on your ass nigga! Run nigga — duck and hide! Nigga I'm bustin' on all you bitches! Run, nigga, yeah! Westside! Uh! Uh! Uh! Die, nigga, die! (2Pac) My girlfriend — blacker than the darkest night When niggas act bitch-made, she got the heart to fight Nigga, my girlfriend, though we separated at times I knew deep inside baby-girl 'll always be mine Picked you up when you was nine Started out my life of crime with you Bought you some shells when you turned .22, it's true Nothing compares to the satisfaction That I feel when we out mashin' Me and my girlfriend All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. I was too immature to understand your ways Inexperienced back in the days Caused so many arguments and strays Now I realise how to treat ya — The secret to keep ya — Bein' faithful (now) 'cause now cheatin's lethal We closer than the hands of time Deeper than the drive of mankind I trust you dearly; I shoot blind In time I clock figures Dropping niggas as we rise We all souljah's in God eyes. Now it's time for war Never leave me, baby I'm paranoid Sleeping with you loaded by my bedside, crazy Jealous when you hang wit' the fellas I wait patiently alone Anticipated for the moment you come home I'm waiting by the phone This is true love, I can feel it I've had a lot of women in my bed but you the realest If you need me, call I'll be there through it all You're the reason I can stand tall Me and my girlfriend All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. I love finger fuckin' you All of a sudden I'm hearin' thunder When you bust a nut Niggas be duckin' or takin' numbers Love to watch you at a block party beggin' for drama While unleashin' on the old timers, that's on my mama I would trade my life for yours Behind closed doors The only girl that I adore Everything I'm asking for Talkin' to me, beggin' me to just take you around Seventeen, like Brandy, you just Wanna Be Down Talkin' loud when I tell you, "Be quiet" You move the crowd, bustin' rounds, activatin' a riot That's why I love you So no control, down to roll, unleash After a hit you break apart, then back to one piece Much love to my one and only girlfriend, the world is ours Just hold me down, baby, witness the power Never leave a nigga alone I love you black or chrome Turn this house into a happy home Me and my girlfriend All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this whirlwind Born as a ghetto child Raised in the whirlwind Look for me Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child Raised in this whirlwind Look for me Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child Raised in this whirlwind Look for me Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend... Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend... Meet my girlfriend! |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
Intro: 2Pac
Hey DeVante Nigga, don'tcha know we're gonna sow up every bitch in the country Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin room On the same level This shit here, hahahaha Please, no more pain That's right nigga Hey drop that shit boy Verse One: 2Pac My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes My lyrics explode on contact, gamin you hoes Who else but Mama's only son, fuck the phony niggaz I'm the one Say my name, watch bitches come, now fire when ready, stay watchin now figure, increase speed Make you motherfuckers bleed from your mouth quicker Plus all these niggaz that you run with, be on some dumb shit Trick on the hoes, I ain't the one bitch Holla my name and witness game official, it's so sick Have every single bitch that came witchu, on my dick Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased I'm movin you stupid bitches, vicious telekenesis Am I reachin your brain? Nigga how can I explain? How vicious this Thug motherfucker came When I die, I wanna be a livin legend, say my name Affiliated with this motherfuckin game, with no more pain Chorus: I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane (repeat 4X) Verse Two: 2Pac Line up my adversaries, blast on sight, and fuck your boyfriend Bitch, I want some ass tonight, you know my steelo Alize and Cristal, weed sure you heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast I dare you niggaz to open fire, I'll murder that ass And disappear before the cops come runnin, my glock's spittin rounds niggaz fallin down clutchin they stomach It's Westside, Death Row, Thug niggaz on the rise Busters shot me five times, real niggaz don't die Can ya hear me? Laced with this game, I know you fear me Spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me My only fear of death is reincarnation Heart of a solider with a brain to teach your whole nation And feelin no more pain Chorus 4X Verse Three: 2Pac Bury me that's what they all say, it's time to make a killin Sure to make a million with DeVante Bitch I know you want me, what your mouth say? Now, watch your eyes You don't wanna get with me, that's a lie I got my hands on your hips, no time to bullshit Freaky bitch, come give me kiss Tell them niggaz from other areas, brothers from here So obsessed with this money makin it ain't nothin we fear Now they label me a troublemaker, cause I'm a ridah Death to you playa haters, don't let me find ya Mama made me rugged, baptised the public Now you hard thugs, nigga don't you love it It's similar to multiple gunshots, retaliation is a must Wasn't too sure what you facin so watch the guns bust You niggaz'll bleed, fuckin with me you'll be deceased Never restin in peace nigga, with no more pain Chorus 8X (Tupac talking over the chorus) Hahahahaha, yeah nigga, yeah! Hahahaha No more pain It's just like that nigga, like that yeah No more pain Motherfuckers can't handle that shit Much too much for these bitches No more pain Feel me nigga? Feel me? How you figure you can fuck with me? Fully automatic type shit No more pain Coward ass niggaz, cowards Come put your mouth on this pistol nigga Come put your mouth on the pistol, no more pain Close your eyes nigga, do it Die in the dark, no more pain Say thuuuuug life babe Death Row, so what you motherfuckers do? Hey that's DeVante droppin that beat like that BEYATCH In case you wonderin And jealous niggaz, hahaha, see y'all niggaz Motherfuckin niggaz are shit Hey (chorus being whispered in the background) Westsiiiiiide! Death to everybody that ain't down with me That's on, feel me? Hahaha Oh yeah, to the cowards, you know what I mean Just feel that, Thug Life, shit don't stop Motherfuckers got Downs Syndrome, motherfuckers Weak ass niggaz, skanless cunts, fuckin C.E..O.'s Put your mouth on this pistol nigga Put your mouth on the pistol! Hahahaha, yeah nigga no more pain Prison ain't changed me nigga, it made me worse Feel me nigga, haha No more pain Hey DeVante I'm givin these motherfuckers choices Niggaz can roll with us, or they can be rolled under us That's on you nigga, what you wanna do? Last year we was lettin these niggaz kick up dust This year you motherfuckers gonna be dust Thug Life nigga Westsiiiiide! |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
(Intro: 2Pac)
Only God can judge me, is that right? (synth voice) Only God can judge me now Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else All you other motherfuckers get out my business (Verse One: 2Pac) Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see And in my mind I'm a blind man doin time Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine? Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin I've been trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed And fantasies of my family, in a hearse And they say it's the white man I should fear But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side Jealousy inside, make em wish I died Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees Recollect your thoughts, don't get caught up in the mix Cause the media is full of dirty tricks Only God can judge me (Chorus: 2Pac) (synth voice) Only God can judge me That's right baby, yeah baby (synth voice) Only God Hahahahahahahaha (synth + Pac) Only God can judge me, only God can judge (synth cont.) me, only God Only God can judge me (synth + Pac) Only God can judge me And only God can (synth voice) Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me (synth + Pac) Only God can judge me Only God can judge me (synth voice) Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me (synth voice) Only God can judge me now (heart monitor: long beep) Flatline! (Verse Two: 2Pac) I hear the doctor standing over me (heart monitor: beeping slowly) screamin I can make it Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me (beeping sound stops) I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies I wake up strangled in, dangled in my bed sheets I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care? Try to remember, but it hurts I'm walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, "Black Power" is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state And our fate, is a lifetime of hate Dear Mama, can you save me? And fuck peace Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that there's a million motherfuckers stressin just like me Only God can judge me (Chorus w/ variations) (Interlude: 2Pac) That which does not kill me can only make me stronger (That's for real) and I don't see why everybody feel as though that they gotta tell me how to live my life (You know?) Let me live baby, let me live (Verse Three: Rappin 4-Tay, Tupac) Pac I feel ya, keep servin it on the rilla For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement? He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin a cross, that's real Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him Sold a half a million tapes now everybody want em After talkin behind my back like a bitch would Tellin them niggaz, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place to get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch My new shit is so fetti already sold a key of ounce Bitch, remember Tupac and 4-Tay Them same two brothers dodgin bullets representin the Bay Pac when you was locked down, that's when I be around Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin sellin lies Don't think I don't see you haters, I know ya'll in disguise Guess you figure you know me cause I'm a Thug That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz Been livin lavish like a player all day Now I'm bout to floss em off, player shit with 4-Tay Only God can judge me (Chorus w/ variations) (4Tay) Only God main (2Pac) That right? (4Tay) That's real (2Pac) Hahahahahaha (4Tay) Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin? (2Pac) Man, look here man My only fear of death is comin back to this bitch reincarnated That's for the homey mental We up out (Chorus w/out 2Pac continues to fade) |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
[2Pac]
Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?) (Hahahahaha) Yeah (Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?) Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free! Y'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah! Hoe bustaz Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz I got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin! Don't want to be another number I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids? One life to live, it's so hard to be positive when niggaz shootin at your crib Mama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands Just picture me rollin Flossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin Can you see me now? Heheheh Move to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture Can you see it? Hahah Pictue me rollin Yeah nigga! Ay but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you Guess who's back? [Syke] I got ki's, comin from overseas Cost a nigga two hundred G's I'm a street comando, Nino for example This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss playa Thug, branded to be a women layer So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin Make me wanna start back bangin So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed Packin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies While I'm sippin on Re-mi in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on You can admire, but don't look too long I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin It's hard to imagine -- picture me rollin! [Danny Boy] Picture, picture me, picture me rollin Rollin, picture me rollin Wheelin, picture me rollin in Picture me yea yeah [CPO] Mmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see? So I needs to hit a lick, drastically I see some baldin-ass niggaz and they slippin in my spot And, uh, diggin the plots (so what?) Checkin in the park, 'Pac [2Pac] We caught em sleepin, he didn't peep you niggaz creepin? This how we do it every weekend I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it I get the liquor, and you could get the females This crooked shit that we inflictin gettin street sales [CPO] Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine I'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin [Danny Boy] Rollin Picture me roll-hoee-ollin Picture me, picture me rollin [2Pac] {speaks while Danny Boy keeps singing} Heheheheheheh Is y'all ready for me? Picture me rollin roll call You know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about I wanna make sure they can see me Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities All you bitch ass C.O.'s Can you niggaz see me from there? Ballin on y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah! Picture me rollin, baby Yeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks I told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on Hmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin Oh, I forgot! The D.A. Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court Can the hoe see me from here? Can you see me, hoe? Picture me rollin And all you punk police -- can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin nigga, legit Free like O.J. all day You can't stop me You know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker Manute, Pain, Syke, ?, Mopreme, ?? Can you picture us rollin? Can you see me hoe? Hehehe Is y'all ready for me? .. We up out this bitch Any time y'all wanna see me again Rewind this track right here, close your eyes and picture me rollin |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
Intro: Richie Rich, 2Pac
(RR) Pac (PAC) Hey (RR) What's happenin (PAC) Not motherfuckin double R, Richie Rich (RR) What's happenin baby, you know how we do it (PAC) Yeah nigga, you know I'm up out this bitch It's time for me to uhhh regulate (RR) Fo' sho', hey (PAC) Observe (RR) and you ain't goin back (PAC) Nah nah nah, we got to show these motherfuckers whassup though (RR) This is for the honeys, the super size (PAC) I don't want to be her man, I want to be her nigga You feel me? (RR) Well let em know Verse One: (Pac) You fuckin wit niggaz that's insecure, watered down, my shit is pure Write down my number but don't call me til you sure I ain't beggin just tryin to relocate between ya legs Drippin wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex When you met me you wouldn't let me, and now You straight beggin to sex me got you undressin to test me and uhh.. (RR) Shut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye You want a nigga, but think that you can't have a nigga Don't cheat yourself, instead treat yourself If you scared go to church, I know it hurts To find out me and your man be sharin skirts (Pac) I hopin you don't take this the wrong way But your body is bangin got me attracted in a strong way After a long day of tryin to make my songs pay Makin love all day against the wall in the hallway Ya fantasies come alive, ya heart rate Shall increase when we meet up in this dark place You might think you're happy with him But that's a lie, so give this Thug a try I'd rather be ya nigga Chorus: 2Pac I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a Thug in your life Cause busters ain't lovin you right (repeat 2X) Verse Two: (Pac) Look, now you was sprung from the introduction My conversation's full of game yet laced with seductions I see ya blushin like ya want somethin, come get a taste Of Amerikaz Most Wanted and let's get into some touchin, erotic fuckin My up and down with no interruptions Have no intentions of bustin until you learn ya lesson Now many questions are often asked, a drop top, 500 Benz And plenty cash, to help a nigga get the ass (RR) You can ride out the spoke coke, to get your lobster and crab Cause all I got is conversation and a gang of stab And I'ma listen when it hurts, I'ma hang out but never stay Smoke blunts but leave them stunts up to Super Dave I'll be your nigga, as long as we can understand That I's the nigga whose spoke coke can be the man He wine and dine, but me and you we wind and grind And when I'm on the field keep him on the sidelines Chorus Verse Three: (Pac) Now it's time for the moment of truth, I got ya naked Totally sweatin, let's see how hot I can make it Tongue kissin til yo' head swang, I'm so into you Witness a nigga make the bed bang If it's all mine, then let me know, now scream my name out Do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow? Not to mention, the multiple positions I inflict A boss playa, freaky motherfucker, can I dig (RR) Uhh, it's on and poppin, now you see what I was seein Why yo' eyes rollin, Luke seen ya girl I ain't goin Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there While he's stresed out and knock I stretch out the cock Hold da boots, and let a nigga execute And though you got it right, I'm goin home tonight You say you don't need a man, but I don't care You in the presence of a playa, I'd rather be ya nigga Chorus 2.25X |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
(2Pac) Hey Nate you know you got to focus on this motherfucker
We's gonna talk about these scandalous hoes (Nate) I can talk about scandalous bitches (2Pac) Oh I know you can! I know you that's why we gonna do it Daz on the beat Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin around with the piano nigga Just drop that shit like uhh, this here (2Pac) I met you through my homie now you act like you don't know me So disappointed cause baby that shit was so phony It's not for me, you see no lovin from my closest homies Woulda paid you no mind, but baby you was all up on me While you proceed with precision, you had the table hosed No, I ain't mad at you baby, go 'head and play them fools They chose not to listen, so now he stuck inside his house and can't leave without his bitch permission The mission's to be a playa, my alias is Boss Drop a top on these jealous niggaz, playa let me floss Y'all don't wanna see me in pain I'll leave that ass like Toni Braxton, Never breathing again It's scandalous, I never liked your back stabbin ass, triiick Used to watch you money grabbin, who you baggin beeyitch? Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust But bitches lookin scandalous Chorus: Nate Dogg Scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous She's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous Scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous She's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous (2Pac) How's it hangin? Cause baby from the back the shit is bangin I've been stressin in this ghetto game, tryin to do my thang Won't be no bullshit, no ass-kissin This bitch'll have ya wakin up with all your cash missin I'm askin, as if I'm qualified to analyze You're lookin at a bitch who specialize in tellin lies She got a body make a motherfucker fantasize Her face ain't never shed a tear through them scandalous eyes My sister ? in poverty Plus I knew she was a freak bitch so why should it bother me? I'd probably be sprung, addicted to the heat of her tongue and though I don't where we're goin, she's makin me come I've been trained as a boss playa, so what you sayin? Let me show you, got some hookers we can toss later Before I let her get me off guard Went in the purse took a hundred dollars Nigga I'm so scandalous Chorus (2Pac) Dangerous and ambitious, while schemin on gettin riches I'm spittin at tricks cause I'm addicted to pretty bitches Currency motivated, not easily terminated Now that we made it, my niggaz can never be faded This is my prophecy -- I gotta be paid All you cowards that try to stop me is beggin for early graves I thought we was cool, I was a fool, thinkin you could be true when I don't fuck with your punk crew These are the tales for my niggaz doin time in the cell I went from hell, to livin well Bustin at niggaz who said my name in vain I got no time for them tricks, I'm heavy in the game I wanna be a baller, please But the bitches and the liquor keep on callin me I'm floatin free on the highway, formulatin plans Can't wait til I see L.A., cause it's so scandalous Chorus Chorus *repeat to end* (2Pac speaks over it) (2Pac) Aiyyo.. how the prettiest bitch be the more scandalous the hoe be You ever peep that shit? (Nah) A bitch can be like fifteen, fuckin with a nigga 35 Gettin him for ends Hoes these days is way too motherfuckin intelligent When these niggaz get to trickin, hahaha, it's over then That's aight though Keep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long Watch them hoes All you niggaz out there Beware these lyin ass scandalous bitches |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
(Tupac) Staring at the world through my rearview Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? Starin... Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop I wonder when the world stopped caring last night Two kids shot while the whole block staring I will never understand this society, first they try to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies flee when they see me, believe me Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see) (Repite 2X) (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we) Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers (Repite 2X) (E.D.I.) Now you see him, now you don't, some niggaz be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em? Well let's see, it seems to be a mystery But all I know I never let the money get to me Stay down like the, truest Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview Half you, is down with them Outlawz Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws But still we keep mashin til our dreams come through Starin at the world through my rearview (Tupac) Now I was raised as a young black male In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya Talk to my guns like they fly bitches All you bustas best to run look at my bitches Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true Still starin at the world through my rearview (I say) (Repite 2X) (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly -- and all my motherfuckers/nigga can die (Repite 2X) (Khadafi) Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned in school, on some Million Man March shit for the piece/peace True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed Criminally addicted, infested since a seed We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep Turn eighteen, ?roll my well and lockup? Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview (Tupac) Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin The world, the world is behind us Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game and what the levels and the rules of the game is Then the world ain't no trick no more The world is a game to be played So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it It's all about the papers, money rule the world Bitches make the world go round Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't Starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly, ya know/and we'll be (Repite 4X with vocal fade)
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
No need to cry now, go wipe your tears
Be a woman, why you actin' surprised? You showed the bullshit; commin' fake hair fake nails, fake eyes too So why you bound to fuck wit fake guys too Aint nothin' hard about it Why you lookin' sad, should'a though about it Say you learn, i truly doubt it I guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love Gettin' freaky with the thug niggaz up in the club Ask to buy you a drink, you holla Don Perione (spellin?) Knowin' I'm a cash dealer, still I, remain calm Let you chill with me Plus you was smilin' 'til the bill miss me That's what you get for trynna dick me Missed me with that "buy me this, buy me that"- syndrome shit Bitch get a job if you wanna be rich Gettin' mad 'cuz i cursed and i screamed i hate'cha Introduced you to a nigga nature, feel me (Chorus) (Verse 2) Probably too nice at first I lettin' you kiss where it hurts Me and you gettin' busy, slangin' dick in the dirt Met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it See us, toungkissin', you was trouly with it Little Exstacy, Hennesey, mix with me Picture me pray for pussy when the dick's for free Hey now, where my niggaz at? Tell these hoes Before I pay; I jerk off, word to Moses Visions of you sittin' there sweaty and wet Pointin' at the places that you want me to hit Give me room all up in the room, call the cops Nigga, hit them walls til the bastard drop Label me: Makaveli - Thug Nigga with pipe Livin' life as a Rock Star friday nights Make money, get pussy Always keep a pager, cell-phone in the ride To complete my Nature now! (Chorus) (That's a nigga nature!) (Verse 3) Started as a seed from the semen Straight outta Papa's nuts, lustin' for creamin' Bitches wit big butts, curves make a nigga cry, tits and shit When I'm locked down beggin' you for porno fleeks Sneak weed in, helped a nigga passed the time With my name tattoo'd so that ass is mine Tell everybody; 'Pac put it down for good A local legend through the whole hood Follow me, I got a gun on me Goin' for nun on the run baby You know a nigga need some, is my son crazy? Why I cry, when i be thuggin' til i die Picture of nigga in heaven high, of weed I fly Got me missin' dead homies with the phonies that died Hit the weed and hope it get me high Dear God, understand my ways, livin' major Blessed with a thug's heart In a realla nigga nature! (Chorus x2) (That's a nigga nature!) (Just be a nigga nation) (It ain't my fault, that's a nigga nature) (A nigga nature) |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
Intro: 2Pac
Aight, new drink one part Alize one part Cristal Thugs Passion baby y'all know what time it is This drink is Guaranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard now if ya with me Pour a glass and drink with a nigga know what I mean ? I ain't trying to turn you all niggas into alcohols Alcoholics (ha ha) I'm just trying to turn you into muthafuckin thugs So come and get some of this thug passion Baby Verse One: Dramacydal I could pull out the drink and be good 'till it's relavent but I'm a straight solider, I'll roll up a nigga like its Heaven sent Tripping over dead presidents they got these derelicts I throw was down with this business Tryin' clown and get a cent and so rather than stand forever, been thinking drinking over a felony and hell of me and how it will be some other shit People telling me to cool out But they ain't feeling me a mutha fuckin fool 'bout my fuckin cheddar cheese and it pleases, passion of mine Thuggin huggin plenty of G's and laughing while I pass through times And all thes back stabbers be watchin Just keep it plain I'm a keep it the same partner Just take it the simple game I can pinkle with the rain twinkling diamonds and thangs go plinklin enough to hold me, til' I'm, old and wrinklin and These adversaries they gonna have to be worrying cuz I'm a be illing Fufillin my Passion Till I'm burryin' My Thug Passion Chorus: Jewell I heard it's the bomb and you got it going on give me some of your Thug Passion Babby You got me dripping wet from the way you make me sweat give me some of your Thug Passion Babby owwowwwowwww Verse Two: Dramacydal Now what if me turn this Henessee into a robbery the Prophecy probably suddenly switch and How it supposed to be? And Dirty money Can't be evil cuz it's filling up my tummy see Born in a position Death collision was futuristic twisting riches But there is only one way to make mo' so I'm standing on the corner trying to hustle in the snow and My bigga bro couldn't know but buy a four four blasting at playa hating wantin' mo' with a Thug Passion Verse Three: 2Pac Putting down mashin' control by this Thug's Passion unlike them other bustas pistol blastin' I'm asking, What Happened? To the niggas who kept it real like they claim to that's when I bang do see thang true Traveling this road my poor soul has been consolidated with all this bullshit I done tolerated How I made it can easily stated it's like my heart be gripped with the Passion to be the fucking greatest Load up and take shit (Dramacydal) Make this to some high dollar gangster shit jack a stack till we got enought bank to split Verse Four: Storm Creep with me through that Imortal flow Thug Passion got you tremblin' like Death on the Row make your move so I can throw your mind a curve while i'll be blowin up tha scene like my nigga Mr. Herb take a toke as your heart goes full arrest I got tha bomb so nigga, fuck tha rest ya need a 3rd to get ya flowin' and let that loc see smoke feelin' tha strokes of tha nine squeeze tight and slow Chorus Verse Five: 2Pac They say money don't make tha man but damn i'm makin' money observin' you muthafuckers cause some of you bitches funny say you want it but you bullshitin' lickin' them lips you got me about to act a fool quick sippin' on some Alize and Cristal, meanwhile buy me a drink and get to winking at me she smiles a niggas full of passion Satisfaction is everlastin' How does it feel ? what i'm askin' while i'm rubbin' on that ass why you laughin' ? see, i'm diggin' as if i'm curious full blown and furious baby get a grip when I be doin' this It's so physical my attraction driven by alcohol beware of my reaction baby i'm born to ball thugged out on Death Row You better recognize and picture what I said so Now you can feel it it's a potion for my niggas in motion forever blastin' bitches ain't ready for this Thug Passion Chorus 4X |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
(Tupac)
The money behind the dreams My right hand, my other Capo in this big motherfuckin war we got My other Capo in this big ass, conglomerate called Death Row Snoop motherfuckin Dogg, Tha Doggfather And who he comin through right now, Makaveli the Don Feel this, Killuminati (Toss it up!) Lord have mercy, father help us all Since you supllied yo' phone number, I can't help but call Time for action, conversatin, we relaxin, kickin back Got you curious for Thug Passion, now picture that Tongue kissin, hand full of hair, look in my eyes Time to make the bed rock, baby look how it rise Me and you movin in the nude, do it in the living room Sweatin up the sheets, it's the Thug in me I mean no disrespectin when I tongue kiss your neck I go a long way to get you wet, what you expect Late night, hit the highway, drop the top I pull over, gettin busy in the parking lot And don't you love it how I lick your, hips and glide Kiss you soft on your stomach, push my love inside Got ya lost in a love zone, stuck in the lust I got the bedroom shakin back-breakin when we're tossin it up (K-Ci, JoJo) In this baby, I like the way it's goin down When all that is around, slip slide ride Givin me love nice like Female I like, what I wanna give all night You and me alone everybody's gone toss it up Baby let's, get it on! I like the way you please me, babe The sexy way you tease me, sugar The way you move your body It really drives me crazy Your body hypnotizing, your smell is so exciting So baby come on home with me, I like the way you give it to me! Chorus: K-Ci, JoJo I like the way you give it to me -- let me see you toss it up (repeat 4X w/ variations) Play on, play on, play on, play onnnn! (repeat 4X w/ variations) (K-Ci, JoJo) Ohhh, it's K-Ci baby, mmm that want you lady Ohhh, don't act so shady, baby your taste as fine as gravy The way you move that thang, you make me wanna sang Girl you make my bells rang, make them go ting-a-ling! Now the man, I'm here again Don't want it to ever end It's feeling too good Gimme some more, oh lady lady Your body the kind I like-ah Big booty so I got to keep it locked up Bag it up yo, let me in there Toss it up for me!! Chorus 1/2 (Tupac) Do you want me what's your phone number, I get around Cali Love to my true Thugs, picture me now Still down for that Death Row sound, searchin for paydays No longer Dre Day, arrivederci Blown and forgotten, rotten for plottin Child's Play Check your sexuality, as fruity as this Alize Quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move Cross Death Row, now who you gon' run to? Lookin for suckers cause you similar Pretendin to be hard, oh my God, check your temperature Screamin Compton, but you can't return, you ain't heard Brothers pissed cause you switched and escaped to the burbs Mob on to this new era, cause we Untouchable Still can't believe that you got 'Pac rushin you Up in you, bless the real, all the rest get killed Who can you trust, only time reveals -- toss it up! Chorus w/ variations (Tupac) Play on playa, play on How can some non-players do a song about Compton and then wanna do a player song? How can non-players do it? (We not little kids, we not playin) Tellin lies, who? Puffy, I read your little interview buddy, c'mon You still ain't touchin us, all that peace talk I don't care if you kiss my ass from here to across the street boy It's on Toss it up, we took you on, and we took y'all beat You know we beat you down, and we took y'all beat Cause you wasn't rockin it right Tired of suckers rockin it, toss it up, is how we did it Yeah, toss it up now! |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
[2Pac]
A military mind nigga A military mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know [Chorus: 2Pac - repeat 2X] We tradin war stories, we Outlawz on the rise Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes [2Pac] Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin hard liquor This ghetto life has got me catchin up to God quicker Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger semi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggaz Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday and fear of man - grow on trees Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes So niggaz whisper when they mention Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure Moms sent me to go play with the drug dealers Hits fall, we thug niggaz and we came in packs. Every one of niggaz strapped sippin on 'nac (Cognac) In the back, my AR-15 Thuggin till I die, these streets got me cravin thorazine My lyrics are blueprints to money makin Fat as that ass that honey shakin [Chorus] w/ Outlawz [Kastro] I bust a trey-trey, buggin an' shit They call it overthuggin and shit But I was just a younger nigga; gettin older and lovin this shit But what was I doin in this place? To the fakes without a pistol in the first, facin termination in the worst But I figured to play the wall; to watch all these playa hatin niggaz position for I could see 'em all Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin to tell you [Edi Amin] Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out smokin greenery Considered a B.G., but I'm off in this game somethin D-P My eyes only see deez, that's why I'm young and burnt out Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out And why I do it - the ridin and smokin Collidin with foes - in the worst place; y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us, in the first place Y'all real O.G.'s, droppin game to the youngsters Y'all don't want no funk cause Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories [Chorus] [C-Bo] I breaks 'em off with this gangsta war story tale Stackin loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12 Slap my clip in the chamber; fool, your life's in danger No one will remain when I come through dumpin insane Call me Bo-wl of Major Pain, gun-slang and movin 'caine I be the nigga that's pullin the trigga and dumpin the hollow points in your brain Mo' bigger balls that RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball W |
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from Freedom Writers (프리덤 라이터스) by Mark Isham [ost] (2007)
Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corrine
Verse One: Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots I give a holler to my sisters on welfare Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot When you come around the block brothers clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him Cause sista you don't need him And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em You know it makes me unhappy (what's that) When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real to our women And if we don't we'll have a race of babies That will hate the ladies, that make the babies And since a man can't make one He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one So will the real men get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up Chorus Ooooh child things are gonna get easier Ooooh child things are gonna get brighter Ooooh child things are gonna get easier Ooooh child things are gonna get brighter Verse Two: Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough And though we had it rough, we always had enough I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two And I realize momma really paid the price She nearly gave her life, to raise me right And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind Last night my buddy lost his whole family It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity It seems tha rain'll never let up I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up You know it's funny when it rains and pours They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor They say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is there ain't no hope for tha future And then they wonder why we crazy I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup And even though you're fed up Huh, ya got to keep your head up Chorus Verse Three: And uhh To all the ladies havin babies on they own I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo' You can't complain you was dealt this hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless Because there's too many things for you to deal with Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless While tears, is rollin down your cheeks Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me I was given this world I didn't make it And now my son's getten older and older and cold From havin the world on his shoulders While the rich kids is drivin Benz I'm still tryin to hold on to survivin friends And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but please... you got to keep your head up |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
Ahhh shit hahaha When I enter the first zone Worst known mic holder My Hummer roll up Evacuating strapped soldiers Inside strategy Manifestin' military styles Casually try da g When niggas battle me My prophesied prediction Switch and move positions Separated from his gun and bitch And watch 'em start snitchin' I keep spittin' still stupid niggas fail to listen I personify this thug livin' Hell or prison My ammunition varies My voice carries Watch me invite the whole world Me and the mob gettin' married It seems all the fine screams pierce the dark This is expected A trick bitch where is your heart You mark Watch niggas fall when I call they name We out laws hold your head niggas all the same Except some who want more out of life than stress We still thuggin' 'til its none left Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Dumpin' on motherfuckers at random Rapidly Wit' accuracy They shouldn't talk bad to me It had to be A motherfuckin' murder I'm glad to be A nigga that did the murder So sad to see Another motherfucker floatin' In plastic reef Sleep wit' his head wide open Rapid release Keep the police coastin' Casualties Warrant in deep east Oakland Yolk the nigga off the asphalt Drove off to the hills Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off Death with the lex ruger Death to ya Niggas cry when the bullets fly Kill and execute 'em I blast first 'til they body me Like my guns in variety Runnin' wit' the real big willies you silly punks try to be But front Doin' my walk by's rollin' a blunt Hand on my nuts in a get away car full of stunts Addicted to my nine Movin' like crime through time Poppin' niggas like pimples Nigga nothin' simple 'bout mine Etchasketchin' Dumpin' on all you punks at intersections Day in and day out Ain't no easy way outs or easy exits Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time When I hit the street All I can see is the grind Blood sweat and tears when I bust my rhyme Yeah I un for my folk like I load my nine And when I let loose Then no crew standin' but mine I gives a damn 'bout lame nigga actin' schiesty Same one knew I was in jail and didn't write me Wanna fight me then come find me What eva you do shawty you betta think wisely You might see me wit' a stack in the trap I use my thoughts and pen Similar to a saran wrap A lil' lame nigga I'll neva be Yeah I'ma keep it g I'm from the Three and Scrap will neva sleep Aye We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep Don't Sleep Don't Sleep |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
(Daz)
Yeah.. 'Pac, Dat Nigga Daz (yeah) Kurupt All up in this bitch (Intro) Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*) Don't stop.. Don't stop.. (Spoken over Intro) Keep it goin, got my nigga Slip Capone Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there Niggaz get around these backwoods Get around they mommas, pull up they pants hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha! (Daz) Who mashes with the crazy, illest niggaz in town? (I do) Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound? My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives It's about time the mashin is arrived I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin steel Steadily givin these niggaz no passes on livin (no passes) I spend major loot on khaki suits Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots I box niggaz twice my size, I bust wit a fo'-five Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live I live the unusual, crucial life So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew as just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless to step to this, we in effect, we dangerous Contendin mental murderers and ain't afraid to diss Biatch! (yeah) (2Pac) Now I been called crazy, to fade me it's not possible (haha) I give a fuck, what you thought, or who you brought witchu? (Bad Boy killer) A Bad Boy killer, Biggie annihilator They wonderin why he breathin, but bitches is dyin later (ahh) Better laugh now, then cry when I come to get you I hit you with two glocks, and leave you with scar tissue On some loco shit (loco), my pistol smoke yo' shit (smoke) Let's go for dolo BIATCH, and watch me flow yo' shit Mr., Makaveli movin pieces like telekenesis It's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces (hell yeah) Shots rang and niggaz brains were spilt Another Bad Boy affiliated (Bad Boy killer) nigga was kilt I hit the funeral and busted his folks and leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke Don't stop, keep goin (Chorus) Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*) (Kurupt) Well it's that seventeen shot glock cocker, the block rocker (fool) Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper Finally televised - Kurupt, Daz reside (resides) Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knifes Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone (That's that nigga) I packs heat when it's cold Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold Why you waitin for the poetical Satan? Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter Payton I snatch ya breath (aah!) and bust 'til there's no one left Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth (I'm the man nigga) I don't trust ya (I don't) The second I get a chance I'ma bust ya No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya (Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags (Chorus) Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 7X*) Don't stop, don't stop .. Let the speakers bump - BIATCH! (let the speakers bump) For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep Big Suburbans, they Lexuses, they Beemers We gon' break it down a lil' somethin like this for you to get yo' sub on throughout yo' neighborhood Turn it up, check it out (Daz) They claim to be down, they say they down (man fuck you man) Number one.. |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
Who you are One nation under a thug and bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no cause One nation young black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this Murderous mind state can't keep my nine straight Sippin' on this Hennessy waitin' for the time to break Show up and motherfuckers bow down recognize Westside Deathrow Outlaw Ridahz Untouchable mob of pistol packers Well known felons label for drug sellin' merciless jackers Forever buzzed roll with thugs and dawgs Commence to lettin' off rounds then escape in a fog Who wanna see me solo Catch Makaveli while he sleepin' My mini fourteen murderin' niggaz while they creepin' uh Duck or you ass out drink till you pass out Ain't scared to die drunk drivin' in my glasshouse Niggaz is under me they bitches come to me They heard the stories nigga now they wanna really see Bomb first my motto it's fully guaranteed Niggaz is playa haters label them my enemies I'm dumpin' Who you are One nation under a thug and bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no cause One nation young black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this When it's on I'm poppin' off every chance I get Out the window on some uptown anthem shit I'm stressin' but ain't no pressure here I been there before Fugitive task force at my girlfriend door Now they checkin' our my bedroom I ain't there 40 Cals extended clips still I ain't scared Outlaw and best believe they won't take me alive I'm different and I'ma prove it if it take me to die Knew that God had a plan for me But he won't be layin' up in my casket to doing life in the can for me Maybe I'm breezy or paranoid than a bitch Me dyin' you think I'd let them see the joy from that shit Walking dead angel spend they last days by me New Jersey giant like Dave Tyree Young George and Jonathan Jatt your guns clap Mine'll go brraaatt soldier like Geronimo Pratt And come through cockin' the black pound When they put twin towers up Pac I'm knocking them back down Poster child cheque Air Force Ones with the crooked dial checks I'm supposed to wild sex Money and murder is all I breathe in my life It's full of judges and chasin' enemies in the night Through the Henny I see the eyes of the devil G ridin' with extra boxes of bullets to the nine and the shell Who you are One nation under a thug and bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no cause One nation young black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this I always thought I'd have to die to do a record with Pac So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box You end up in a box cuz them graverobbin' bastards Dig your grave back up snatched you out the casket Worms in my eyes eating through my cabbage The flesh to the bones the bones to the ashes But I'm not dead I'm actually in a session With the 'Pac keeping the shot money progressive They don't really want no drama I know you're goons That's why I keep pressure on them like a open wound This God given he keep givin' me better music So every time you hear me my songs present improvement Y'all can't kill me y'all forever losin' Songs are evolution If I load your gun for you And we bang it out at some other niggaz you better shoot it Don't try to lie and say you was bustin' I'm clever stupid Claimin' you reppin' Ruthless you got the same bullets that you had When I loaded it for you you never used it The Nacirema dream get ready for execution Papoose Fatal and Pac the revolution Who you are One nation under a thug and bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no cause One nation young black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this Young nation just trying to get this Just trying to get this |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
Eternally thug nigga Hilfiger made by Tommy So when I speak hope to reach my biunique mammies Oh come to poppy I love it when it's wet and sloppy In and out the mouth piece Until I cum no one can stop me My bump and grind'll do ya' every time Come get a blast of this thug passion It'll blow ya' mind Hey Throw up your legs rap them shits around my back It's a Westside thing fucking hoes around the map Walking down 125 while I'm peeping out hotties And they Seduce my Jimmie I'll be screaming give me body Make 'em all scream my name out Give me my props and don't you Love how this thug nigga beat up the cock I'm at the weekend parade I'm watching caramel bitches play Get with real niggas bull shit will never get you paid This is the dream of a young black teen I fiend for hoes cross country like a dirty crack fiend Now come on Hey girl I can tell that you want it By the way your dancing on the floor Hey girl By the look in your eyes I can tell you want some more Oh girl Don't worry bout it just keep xxx xxxx doing what you do Hey girl Girl tonight you can be International Nipsey when I pull up to the club on them chrome things I'm crispy Shining from my wrist to my gold chain Everywhere I go I keep the hood I never change If it ain't up on my lap Got it stashed in the Range Bang bang I'm getting bread on the proper Private jet anywhere I tell him he go fly to My respect had these girls saying Daddy I do Anything you ask get it cracking when I slide through As God as my witness right hand on the bible In Tokyo honey turned it up hottie got xxx stroked for show Now up in Atlanta in the strip club She thick Cuz took me to the stop where the crib was Went full throttle got cracking I ain't bashed yet From the kitchen to the counter top in the bathroom Flips mo' trips mo' stamps on my passport Told her drop me off at Heartsville I'm international Hey girl I can tell that you want it By the way your dancing on the floor Hey girl By the look in your eyes I can tell you want some more Oh girl Don't worry bout it just keep doing what you do Hey girl Girl tonight you can be International It's Mr Hoodnational Rider with the passport Just landed from Paris homie pick me up I'm at the airport With two bottle's of Moet and a bottle of Port Can we get something popping cause tomorrow got court So of course I'm ready to get it Feel it going down right now Hopped in the whip popped the bottle in a blood right now Get it out of it about 50 seconds later the party right now We celebrating Makaveli 2Pacalypse NOW's Escape through the front though they xx Chewed xx up on tippy toes Cruising up to get the door If you lose a chick then let her go She done chose it's over bro Look around it's Harleyville Dimes in high heels came from Japan to New York to Cali to chill They choosing for real with no grill in my dental Peep my swagger tremendous make moves monumental It was me three mammies E 40 and 'Pac xxx rounds after party it just don't stop Hey girl I can tell that you want it By the way your dancing on the floor Hey girl By the look in your eyes I can tell you want some more Oh girl Don't worry bout it just keep doing what you do Hey girl Girl tonight you can be nternational |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
(Intro)
(2Pac) Everybody needs to chill Player haters Want to see me dead Only real niggas Stay on top All these niggas Be mad as shit Cause they can't live Like Pac (2Pac) Started with five shots Never drop the killer Never figured that That same nigga Sell five million Hit the charts Like a mad man Nothin' but hits Court cases Got a nigga Facin' multiple digits Dodgin' cop cars Look how we came So far Picture a high school Drop out Rollin' a double R House full of happiness Weed and drank Way out So it's local Try to finally came Never visioned Livin' longer Than my twenty-first Thought I would Be locked down Cracked out Or in the dirt And though it hurts To see a change It comes with the fame Watch for gospel In this silly game ( Man ) To all the muthafuckas Speakin' down on me This is the night Why is everybody Caught up In Pac's life (Outro) (2Pac) Why are all you niggas Up on shit ( To all y'all niggas ) Fuck all y'all My life This is Pac's life And everybody needs to chill Cause this is Pac's life Player haters want To see me killed Pac's life Only real niggas Stay on top Now all these niggas Mad at me Cause they can't live Like Pac |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
What's up boo yeah yeah man Another shady mission tricks Like watchin picture's in hazy vision Tonight it's love makin' take you any place you wish Today we satisfy yesterday was stolen kisses Blind insanity perfect pictures of me and my family Not understanding the death of me had they plans for me If I have kids will I live to see em' grow Though I dont know I live the life of a thug nigga Until the day I go with broken promises a sacred bond broken I know I die alone but yet and still im hopin' Vision's in prison's maybe I'll be forgiven I know it's better in heaven cuz bein' here ain't livin Close my eye's and see nothin' but pain The world's crazy still lookin' for a queen To plant seed's and have babies Maybe i'll be the one or just maybe I'm lost You'll never know being cautious If you play your cards right I wanna be the one who Who you can depend on who Who'll be the one who'll be there Go by the wire we won't leave until the mornin' We won't leave until the night And we will be forever more No one else can do what you do for me Take me away from the pain I feel inside If it's gonna be real why wont it be okay If we try and take our time please baby Take your time and we'll grow trust I know I wanna be the one who I wanna be the one who Who you can depend on who Who'll be the one who'll be there Go by the wire we won't leave until the mornin' We won't leave until the night And we will be forever more Gotta play your cards right on one Can't be rushin like it's a race you know what I'm sayin If you be patient and take your time And you finesse it 9 times out of 10 homeboy you gonna wake up wit ya breakfast in bed But if you rush and you just be man handlin Your ass goin home tonight Play your cards right nigga take your time be patient Go slow it's better that way If you ain't have it playa cards right I wanna be the one who Who you can depend on who Who'll be the one who'll be there Go by the wire we won't leave until the mornin' We won't leave until the night And we will be forever more Take your time man don't be in such a rush You got to be patient man be patient It ain't goin nowhere one get some champaigne Bring some roses or sometihin ya know Play some soft shit light a fire You gotta be clear wit it you gotta be slow wit it Got ta be patient you gotta playa cards right on one Can't be rushin like it's a race you kno what I'm sayin If you be patient take your time |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
What's up boo (yeah).....hahahaha.....yeah man Another shady mission, (pause) tricks, Like watchin picture's in hazy vision Tonight it's love makin', take you any place you wish Today we satisfy, yesterday was stolen kisses Blind insanity perfect pictures of me and my family Not understanding the death of me, had they plans for me If I have kids, will I live to see em' grow Though I dont know, I live the life of a thug nigga Until the day I go with broken promises, a sacred bond broken I know I die alone, but yet and still im hopin' Vision's in prison's, maybe i'll be forgiven I know it's better in heaven cuz bein' here ain't livin Close my eye's and see nothin' but pain The world's crazy, still lookin' for a queen To plant seed's and have babies Maybe i'll be the one, or just maybe im lost You'll never know being cautious, If you play your cards right (Chorus) I wanna be the one who Who you can depend on, who Who'll be the one who'll be there Go by the wire, we won't leave until the mornin' We won't leave until the night And we will be forever more (Keisha) No one else can do, what you do for me Take me away from the pain, I feel inside If it's gonna be real, why wont it be okay If we try and take our time, please baby Take your time, and we'll grow, trust I know I wanna be the one who (Chorus) I wanna be the one who Who you can depend on, who Who'll be the one who'll be there Go by the wire, we won't leave until the mornin' We won't leave until the night And we will be forever more (Pac) Gotta play your cards right on one Can't be rushin like it's a race, you know what im sayin If you be patient and take your time And you finesse it 9 times out of 10 homeboy, you gonna wake up wit ya breakfast in bed But if you rush, and you just be man handlin Your ass goin home tonight Play your cards right nigga, take your time, be patient Go slow, it's better that way If you ain't have it, playa cards right (Chorus) I wanna be the one who Who you can depend on, who Who'll be the one who'll be there Go by the wire, we won't leave until the mornin' We won't leave until the night And we will be forever more (Pac) Take your time man, don't be in such a rush You got to be patient man, be patient It ain't goin nowhere one, get some champaigne Bring some roses or sometihin ya know Play some soft shit, light a fire You gotta be clear wit it, you gotta be slow wit it Got ta be patient, you gotta playa cards right on one Can't be rushin like it's a race, you kno what im sayin If you be patient and take your time And you finesse it |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
Don't go 2 sleep You can get your cash on nigga if you peak Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep But don't fall 2 sleep don't fall 2 sleep You can get your cash on nigga Pictures of plenty Sippin my glass full of henny Hands on my semi Automatic kill for pennies Approach for contact Cause I'm live I multiply Soon as I open fire Niggaz die with open eyes Scared to take a nap It's a trap A long maze Dreaming of getting stacks Making scratch the wrong way What song says We murder mother fucker's daily Black out Blow the the track out My lyrics never fail me I inhale strong weed Then release the stress Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west Like Yay Yo Niggaz pull out When I say so Commence to poppin' Mother fuckers copy and fail Efficiently I release and flee The art of war living sucka free Get with me Don't go 2 sleep You can get your cash on nigga if you peak Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep But don't fall 2 sleep Don't go 2 sleep You can get your cash on nigga if you peak Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep But don't fall 2 sleep I'm starin' thru my rear view Doin' 'bout 90 The petal to the metal So I can see what's behind me Buckle up your seat belt eyes on the road They know we ridin' dirty gotta play it how it go They close down the projects the clubs been closed And then they wonder why niggaz breakin down o's I'm a run away slave Ya get it nigga off the chain I got that thug life shit runnin' thru my viens And now they scare They know that I been heaven sent And yeah we know the dope comin' from the president But look at us We ain't got shit to lose Feel like we ballin' if we got a new pair of tennis shoes In the ghetto or better yet home sweet home This is the land of the free But to me that's wrong I'm on my way to the white house strapped wit' my heat So don't fall asleep Come on niggaz Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep They say that the moe they hate ya the moe that it motivate ya My mind set on grind my mental set on the paper 62 hours and countin' and I'm still awake And they slippin' me sleepin' pills wit' the will I break Broke nigga always tellin' ya how to make ya cash adjust So I just stop listenin' and now my cash is up Red dotted the media cause they always mad at us I don't see 'em tryin' to mediate when we get gats and bust They just instigate and as soon as the get the tape It's dropped from my nigga life just as soon as they get the case Personally I ain't trippin' on all this rappin' stuff I'm takin' back my money counter cause it wasn't fast enough yep I got a couple problems and none of 'em is money Just those that love me to pretend to love me and say they buddies Sometimes I want to maneuver with the ruger To live like Freddie Krueger these nightmares just ain't as buddy In meetings they always askin' what my passion is money talks so I always have words to answer this I can't relax cause its like I'm a fetti activist Might see me on tv never a mattress Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep Don't go to sleep Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep Sleep banger Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
As soon as I get home Soon as as I get home Dear baby it's me again Stuck inside this max pen Tryin' to pay me debt for all my sins See these penatentary times be so heavy on my mind At times it's like I'm livin' just to die I'm livin' in hell stuck in my jail cell Stranded in the county jail Waitin' for my chance to post bail I wanna be paid in large stacks and mash in FAST JAGS I blast and wonder how long will I last My memories fade when I'm intoxicated busters are shady So I'm dumpin' on cowards crazy when ever faded I know I said it all before but now I mean it Visions of me and you ballin' so crystal clear I seen it Even tho you mad at me You'll be glad to see the strategy of makin' these chicks cum so easily I max out in the morning baby life is good Me and you against the whole hood Soon as I come home Grab my straps locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin I'm comin back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home Sittin' here lookin' at pictures of me and you livin But now you out in the world while I'm twistin in prison Love letters come daily words of affection you send me money And nude beggin' for some sexin Stay wide open keep yo eyes peeled And my advice is keep it real or you can die squelin' Plus I never had to worry 'bout a visit cause your there daily Guard tryin' to get ya number you don't dare tell me Tongue kissin' steady humpin' Tryin to touch up something Before the C O in the corner jump in frontin' Late night reminiscencin' everybodys quiet I think somethings in the air prepare for the riot It's padlocks in my socks steel from the bed springs I touch 'em with Thug Love And then let they heads ring Started a war but now I'm gone Release me to the streets in the morning it'son Soon as I get home Grab my straps locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin I'm comin back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home So keep it goin' My whole lifes been like a game of Cee low Thinkin' big like they keep to me no feelings my dreams like Nino Brown the whole town be shook up And me and momma survived the pick up How many rocks I made to cook up Narcotics got traffic seen those niggaz you blasted Wantin' me in a casket on a ground kind of plastic Yeah nigga I heard you Lil' Moe gave the words You get paroled on the 3rd you sold love we out here frontin' Still here but all about nothing but double O's is What I'm wantin' and I'm tryin' to say something that we ain't never had Luxuery life results livin' bad tricks of the trade Shit that should've been taught by dad But learn do the crew lessons between me and you And once we lock this shit down it ain't a thing they can do Mean while I stay waitin' by the phone Hopin' I'll get a call tellin' a nigga that you home Grab my straps locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin I'm comin back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home Grab my straps locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin I'm comin back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home Grab my straps locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin I'm comin back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home Grab my straps locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin I'm comin back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home Grab my straps locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin I'm comin back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home Grab my straps locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin I'm comin back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home Grab my straps locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin I'm comin back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all, Y'all remember me Y'all, Y'all remember me (Chorus: Krayzie Bone) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Pac's home) Ha ha (Verse One: Tupac) After the fire comes the rain After the pleasure there's pain Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again Time to make ya'll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to Bitches to scary, get to near me we rush 'em Visions of over packed prisons Million's of niggas thug living Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us So pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh) Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place I'm sensing niggas is defenceless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost Who can prevent me shooting senseless? At these niggas throats Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you going through Outlaws busting while we rushing We untouchable Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through We Outlaws rushing you busting you We untouchable (Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Get it on till I die) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Get it on till I die) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Y'all, Y'all remember me) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Y'all, Y'all remember me) (Verse Two: Krayzie Bone) You niggas better not try to run up And don't try to say we ain't told you You're dealing with killers and soldiers Nigga these explosives, trying to blow shit, running you over Nigga controller Whenever y'all niggas try to roll up Thinking I'm a ho, well, come and let me show ya I'm a light up the rhythm like dosia Dumping so potent, nigga don't choke up Flow up Makaveli The Don, got niggas strapped and ready to bomb As soon as I send the alarm, and when we're done We've committed a red rum, leaving the enemies dead and gone Leaving 'em niggas head's blown, cause they know they dead wrong When the shots ring out you know we're coming through (Know we're coming through) Talk a lot with your mouth, well what you gon' do? (So what you gon' do?) Shut 'em down, busters be knowing to keep they distance Thugs don't fuck around We get back at 'em so swiftly, niggas is with me underground Slug in a niggas mug, reppin' Midwest Side Niggas if you a thug get your weapon, let's ride Ride for Pac, Pac, get live for Pac, Pac, Pop off the Glock, Glock The thugging it don't stop (Chorus x2: Krayzie Bone & Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Get it on till I die) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Get it on till I die) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Y'all, Y'all remember me) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Y'all, Y'all remember me) (Verse Three: Tupac) Only wish to breed I explode into a million seeds Ya'll remember me Legendary live eternally Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation Niggas screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em Take them to places, stake they face then erase 'em and brake 'em Murder motherfucker's at a rate and then quicken the pace Blast me but never ask me to live a lie Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? (Westcoast) Now I'm worldwide Niggas gossip like girls then hide No offence to Nas but this whole fucking world is mine Even if you blind you can still see my prophecy My destiny to overthrow those on top of me Fiending for currency the money be calling Can you feel me, dreaming? Seeing scenes of me balling? Fuck you bitch made niggas and that bullshit you going through Outlaws busting while we rushing We untouchable Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through We Outlaws rushing you busting you We untouchable |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all Y'all remember me Y'all Y'all remember me It's that Tupac Pac It's that Tupac Tupac It's that Tupac Pac It's that Tupac Tupac It's that Tupac Pac It's that Tupac Tupac It's that Tupac Pac It's that Tupac Tupac Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all Y'all remember me Y'all Y'all remember me After the fire comes the rain After the pleasure there's pain Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again Time to make ya'll my military be prepared for the busters similar to Bitches to scary get to near me we rush 'em Visions of over packed prisons Million's of niggaz thug living Pressure's three strikes I hope they don't test us So pull the heat out ammunition in crate's shh Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place I'm sensing niggaz is defenceless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost Who can prevent me shooting senseless At these niggaz throats Bitch made niggaz and that bullshit you going through Outlaws busting while we rushing We untouchable Fuck you niggaz and that bullshit you going through We Outlaws rushing you busting you We untouchable Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all Y'all remember me Y'all Y'all remember me Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all Y'all remember me Y'all Y'all remember me You niggaz better not try to run up And don't try to say we ain't told you You're dealing with killers and soldiers Nigga these explosives trying to blow shit running you over Nigga controller Whenever y'all niggaz try to roll up Thinking I'm a ho well come and let me show ya I'm a light up the rhythm like dosia Dumping so potent nigga don't choke up Flow up Makaveli The Don got niggaz strapped and ready to bomb As soon as I send the alarm and when we're done We've committed a red rum leaving the enemies dead and gone Leaving 'em niggaz head's blown cause they know they dead wrong When the shots ring out you know we're coming through Talk a lot with your mouth well what you gon' do Shut 'em down busters be knowing to keep they distance Thugs don't fuck around We get back at 'em so swiftly niggaz is with me underground Slug in a niggaz mug reppin' Midwest Side Niggaz if you a thug get your weapon let's ride Ride for Pac Pac get live for Pac Pac Pop off the Glock Glock The thugging it don't stop Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all Y'all remember me Y'all Y'all remember me Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all Y'all remember me Y'all Y'all remember me Only wish to breed I explode into a million seeds Ya'll remember me Legendary live eternally Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation Niggaz screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em Take them to places stake they face then erase 'em and brake 'em Murder motherfucker's at a rate and then quicken the pace Blast me but never ask me to live a lie Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Now I'm worldwide Niggaz gossip like girls then hide No offense to Nas but this whole fucking world is mine Even if you blind you can still see my prophecy My destiny to overthrow those on top of me Fiending for currency the money be calling Can you feel me dreaming Seeing scenes of me balling Fuck you bitch made niggaz and that bullshit you going through Outlaws busting while we rushing We untouchable Fuck you niggaz and that bullshit you going through We Outlaws rushing you busting you We untouchable Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all Y'all remember me Y'all Y'all remember me Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all Y'all remember me Y'all Y'all remember me It's that Tupac Pac It's that Tupac Tupac It's that Tupac Pac It's that Tupac Tupac It's that Tupac Pac It's that Tupac Tupac It's that Tupac Pac Get it on till I die |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
(Intro - Tupac) Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Now Whats Next? Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Now Whats Next? (Verse 1 - Tupac) Caught up in the middle, My lifes a riddle, Dont let it get ya, I wanna be legal, but its this hustle that gets me richer, One love to my peoples makin money, i can see you bubblin, Avoid all troubles, beware of devils, continue strugglin, Nothins impossible, if theres a will theres a way, So get your mind on official business, you can get paid, And it's been this way, from the cradle to the grave, To get paid my niggas do this every fuckin day, We part way, through politics and conversation, This information to my thug niggas in the complication, Watch and bear witness to the plesures of participation, Seperation, and self destruction, whats needed is unification, Cuz the world aint hardly scared, if not prepaired, Be sure to be burried, and be no longer there, But no one cares instead of share, all we get is stares, Cuz the fear will evapurate, say your prayers (Chorus - Tupac) And whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, (Verse 2 - A3) Makaveli tried to warn us, but niggaz aint listen to Pac, Now nigga really listen to Pac, Shit, You aint go it yet, Nope, Then you wont get it, Might as well measure him up, and have his ass fitted, Why?, I be slippin dawg, crippin didnt soak game, Got his wig split, like them shutters on the airplane, Never will change, niggas with no name, No shame, (?), I stay posted like a flag, Starin though my rear view, ballin in a Jag, Bounce wit me Cali body rot down in H Town, We gon put these artificial bustas in the place now, Time for a change, real niggaz rollin wit me, Money makin, swift desicions, we controllin the streets, Side tracked by the broads, and the frauds, Aint it strange, It's the reason so many niggaz get scared in the game, (Chorus - Tupac) And whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, (Verse 3 - Jay Rock) That money gotta make it, what i gotta do to make it, Do i really gotta take it, put this mack up to your face and, Doin wat we gotta do to survive, Jus ask Kwili, doin wat we do to get by, So nigga stick to the crime, picture nickle and dimes, What the fuck we spose to do, who gon give us a job, So i tried and i tried, tried to get out the grind, But the block kept on callin me back, Fiends kept on callin for crack, So i supply them wit that, gave them a reasonable fee, Nigga dont blame it on me, shit jus look around man, Niggaz and (?), LAPD is the target, Niggaz is heartless, hustle regaurdless, Look, that dope spot i used to (?), But now its jus a place to hide the guns in the closet, Watch your step, shifty grounds under the capret, We jus tryin hard not to see that coffin, (Chorus - Tupac) And whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, |
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from Jon B - Stronger Everyday (2006)
[Jon B.]
Johnny "J", 2Pac, Jon B. [2Pac] Part 2 This is for all the homeboys who couldn't get their happy home As long as one of us got it some of us got it Stay down for me, hold on Verse 1: Sometimes you made me feel like I wasn't good enough for you So I punished us both and didn't stay true So much pain I know I've caused you Truly I'm sorry every day that I'm away girl Things went down that just don't make sense Time and place is all now irrevelant Cause I'm still thinking about the love that's gone Morning, cooking breakfast back at home Chorus: I never meant for this to end But we couldn't just let it go again We broke up, it's been years and we can't turn back But I still remember my happy home, home, home 2Pac: Goin' through hard times, ghetto child of mine I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes To be honest, it's a hard role just to keep up your faith in God Knowing you'll get scared though Look at him walking and talking, a little child with my eyes and mouth Father watch over little seeds, help me guide them out Had to change my whole lifestyle Married my baby's momma, made her my wife now I'm tryin' hard y'all, maybe in time I'll be a better man Watching older couples, handle it like veterans Show me the meaning of forever and together we rise If it'll help our child grow then together we die Why question my love, it's so easy to see Without my family all I'm left with is a shadow of me After all the arguments and the nights alone Now it's time to live the good life [Chorus] Verse 2: I wonder what you must feel like now you know That I'm having a seed with someone else I didn't plan it to be this way But things happen with time And you know, time don't wait for nobody baby Oh, now I gotta handle my responsibility Even though you still mean so much to me Baby I can't say enough that I'm sorry Oh, I never meant [Chorus] |
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from 2Pac - Live [live] (2005)
(Snoop) Up out of there
(Tupac) *chuckles* Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party (Snoop) Pump that up G (Tupac) Ahh shit, you done fucked up now -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)You done put two of America's most wanted in the same motherfuckin place at the same -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)motherfuckin time, hahahahah Y'all niggaz about to feel this -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin condoms Have one on us aight? -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (2Pac) Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs (Snoop) Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome Free Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit (2Pac) So now they got us laced Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin cases (mmm) Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown I'm Losin My Religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish (Snoop) I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamer but my dream is to own a fly casino like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherfucker (2Pac) Now follow as we riiiiide Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the West side And I can make you famous Niggaz been dyin for years, so how could they blame us I live in fear of a felony I never stop bailin these, motherfuckin G's If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted Chorus: -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party... Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party -Nuthin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (2Pac) Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief Better be prepared when you cowards fuck wit me I bust and flea, these niggaz must be crazy what?? There ain't no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the Thugs (hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear Bow down in the presence of a boss player (Snoop) It's like cuz, blood, gangbangin Everybody in the party doin dope slangin You got to have papers in this world You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl Ya doing ya job, every day And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids (2Pac) They tell me not to roll with my glock So now I gotta throw away Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day They wonder how I live, with five shots Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block Schemes for currency and doe related Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it No answers to questions, I'm tryin to get up on it My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted Chorus (w/ variations to end) |
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from 2Pac - Live [live] (2005)
You probably crooked as the last trick
want to laugh about how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch? Thinking I had her but she had me in the long run Its just my luck I'm stuck fuckin with wrong one, uh Wise decisions based on lies we living Skandalous times is games like my religion You could be rolling with a thug Instead you with this sweet scrub Looking for some love In every club, I see you standing like you want it Well baby if ya got it better flaunt it Let the liquor help you get up on it I'm still tipsy from last night Bumpin in walls as I pause Addicted to the fast life I try to holler but you tell me you're taken Sayin you ain't impressed with the money I'm make Guess its true what they telling me Fresh out of jail lights hell for a black celebrity So that's the reason why I call And maybe you with it Fantasies of the sweatin Can I hit it? (hahaha) Addicted to the things you do Its still true what I'm saying Boo Cause this is All About you Every other city we go Every other video (its all about you) No matter where I go I see the same hoe [repeat] I'll make a promise if ya go with me Just let me know, I'll have you hollering My name out before I leave Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga I only hang out with the criminals and the drug dealers I love niggas Cause we coming from the same place Witness me holler at a hoochie, see how quick the game takes How can I tell her I'm a playa And I don't even care Creep though Weed smokes in the air Everywhere I go, its all about the groupie hoes waiting for niggas at the end of every show I just seen ya in my friends video Never put you on my friends so here we go Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm going through It's All About you (Yeah nigga, its All About U) [Chorus 2X] Is you sick from the dick or is it the flu? It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew Every other city we go and every video Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe You think it's all about you? Well, boo, I gets down like Dru and my nasty new niggas, too You couldn't hold me back It'll take a fatter track, a lyrical attack Or perhaps it was a visual bluff When I started to snaps all your ?? Straight in control ?Flows are full? Why hold a cold stroll? Coldest set I told you I'm as gold And that's gold diggin Cold diggin a ?? I slide in easily Dried up easily Sluts know the cuts I came to fuck Try squeazin me Runnin up in this It's like ?? when I bring ya the most I fuck a bitch from the West coast [Chorus 4X] (You know what I'm saying?) Every other city we go I see the same hoes In the studio, that kickin it in the video It's gotta be the same ass and thighs But you's a groupie baby, and don't look surprised I can see it in your eyes, that you ain't nothing but a trick Hanging with us, for some superstar dick Want an autograph placed on her napkin After she asks "Ain't you the Top Dogg and don't you be rappin?" She know what's crackin Peep shows like Luke From the limos, down to the Lexus coupes We be flossin, and all females love that Especially when you're dope, platinum, and your own ? So when I met you I really didn't have to say much Cause me alone Just made you want to taste and touch Don't be trippin if I run up in you and your whole crew I'ma still let you know girl, that it's all about you |
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from 2Pac - Live [live] (2005)
(2Pac *singing in background* 2X)
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle!!) (2Pac *speaking over background*) Now you know how we do it like a G What really go on in the mind of a nigga that get down for theirs Constantly, money over bitches (2Pac *singing in background starts to overlap/repeat*) I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah Police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah.. (2Pac *speaking over background*) Not bitches over money Stay on your grind nigga My ambitions as a ridah! My ambitions as a ridah! (2Pac) So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars This life as a rap star is nothin without heart Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public My attitude was, Fuck it, cause motherfuckers love it To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her while she hot, and horny, go up inside her Then I spit some game in her ear, Go to the tele hoe You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke I'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual From hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishin Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!) I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted Now it's on and it's on because I said so Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah) Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night Got problems then handle it, motherfuckers see me These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya Hopin you listen I catch you payin attention to my amibitions as a ridah Chorus: 2Pac (singing) I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me (singing) My ambitions as a ridah (singing) Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G (Tupac) (I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah) Peep it.. it was my only wish to rise above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life (yeah nigga!) That's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill So open fire, I see you kill me (that's all you niggaz got?) witness my steel Spittin at adversaries envious and after me I'd rather die before they catchin me, watch me bleed Mama come rescue me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts I'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught (Shoot!) Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah Chorus (Tupac) My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleeds niggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed Blast me but they didn't finish, (buck buck buck buck buck) didn't diminish my powers so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards That's why they tried to set me up Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary For money, I'll have these motherfuckers buried (I been) gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it Knowin when I get out, they gon' feel it Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside the cry from all your people when they find her Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it Revenge on them niggaz that played me, and all the cowards that was down widdit Now it's yo' nigga right beside ya Hopin you listenin, catch you payin attention to my ambitions as a ridah Chorus 2.5X |
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from 2Pac - Live [live] (2005)
<i><b>Roger Troutman</b></i>
<a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California">California</a> love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Los_Angeles" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Los Angeles">LA</a> In the city of good old Watts In the city, the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Compton" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Compton">Compton</a> We keep it rocking We keep it rocking <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb-ass hemp beat The state where you never find a dancefloor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean, mean, money-making machines serving fiends I been in the game for ten years making rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shining; looking like I robbed Liberace It's all good from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Diego" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Diego">Diego</a> to the Bay Your city is the bomb if your city making pay Throw up a finger if you feel the same way Dre putting it down for California California (California) knows how to party (knows how to party) California (West Coast) knows how to party (yes they do) In the city of LA (city of LA) In the city of good old Watts (good old Watts) In the city, the city of Compton (city of Compton, yeah) We keep it rocking (keep it rocking) We keep it rocking Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it Shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (that's right...) Shake it, shake it, baby, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreaming Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearing hoochies screamin' Fiending for money and alcohol The life of a Westside player, where cowards die And it's all war Only in Cali where we riot, not rally to live and die In LA we wearing Chucks, not Ballys (that's right...) Dressed in locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossing but have caution; we collide with other crews Famous 'cause we programme worldwide Let them recognize from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Long_Beach" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Long Beach">Long Beach</a> to Rosecrans Bumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's Westside So you know <a href="/Category:Label/Death_Row_Records" title="Category:Label/Death Row Records">The Row</a> won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of LA From <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Oakland" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Oakland">Oakland</a> to <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Sacramento" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Sacramento">Sac-Town</a> The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of LA (South Central) In the city of good old Watts (that's right) In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rocking We keep it rocking (Yeah, yeah, now make it shake) Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, mama (West Coast) Shake it Cali... <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> ...Yeah... Long Beach in the house... yeah. Oaktown; Oakland definitely in the house... <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Francisco" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Francisco">'Frisco</a>, 'Frisco <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Hey, you know LA up in this <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Pasadena" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Pasadena">Pasadena</a>, where you at? Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Even <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Hollywood" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Hollywood">Hollywood</a> trying to get a piece, baby <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Sacramento, Sacramento, where you at? Yeah <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Throw it up, y'all, throw it up, throw it up, I can't see you |
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from 2Pac - Live [live] (2005)
Ahh, Suge what I tell you nigga,
when I come out of jail what was I gonna do I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, nigga The binoculars Ha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride Grab your bulletproof vest nigga cause its gonna be a long one Now me and Quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side The real side Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real mutha-fuckas and there's gonna be some pussys Now the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches The pussys are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin' Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride get tricky See you got some niggas on your side That say they're your friends But in real life they your enemies And then you got some mutha-fuckas that say they your enemies But in real life they eyes is on your money See the enemies will say they true But in real life those niggas will be the snitches Its a dirty game y'all Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with Cause the shit get wild y'all Keep your mind on your riches, Baby Keep your mind on your riches 9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder me From hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me Shit I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed Nothing more I despise than a liar cowards die My mama told me When I was to see Just a vicious mutha fucker while these devils left me free I proceed to make them shiver when I deliver Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Mackaveli Niggas is waiting for some thug shit, thats what they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw Switching up on you ordinary bitches like a south paw you get let And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G' I rip the crowd, then I start again Internally I live in sin untill the moment that they let me breathe again The heartz of men (Chorus) The Heartz of Men My lyrical verse with so much pain that to some niggas it hurts My guns bust And if you ain't one of us it gets worse Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll in fly mode I'm a homicidal outlaw and five-o, get your lights on, fight long tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight so we might roll My own homies say I'm heartless But I'm a 'G' to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardless Drive-by, niggas bow down thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now Throw up your hands if you thugged out First nigga act up first nigga gettin' drugged out I can be a villian if ya let me I'll Muthafuck ya if ya do upset me tell the cops to come and get me rip the crowd like a phone number Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends nigga Look inside the heartz of men (Chorus) In The Heartz of Men In The Heartz of Men To all my niggas engaged in making money in the fifty states Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch No longer living in fear my pistol close in hand Convinced this is my year like I'm the chosen man Give me my money and label me as a Don If niggas is having problems smoke'em, fire and bomb I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack Thugin' is in my spirit I'm lost and not knowing scar'd up but still flowing energized and still going Uhh, can it be fate that makes a sick muthafucka break On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake What will it take ? Give me that bass line I'm feeling bombed Deathrow baby, don't be alarmed The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again Represent cause I've been sent The heartz of men |
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from 2Pac - Live [live] (2005)
So I f**ked your bi**h
You fat mutha-f**ka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is ni**as we bring it to {Take Money} [ha ha, that's alright] First off, f**k your bi**h And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I f**ked your wife We bust on Bad Boys ni**as f**k for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark a*s bi**hes We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How i'll leave yah Cut your young a*s up See yah in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Don't f**k with real a*s G's Quick to snatch your ugly a*s, off the streets So f**k peace I'll let them ni**as know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night [ha ha] Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill f**k with me And get your caps peeled You know, See Chorus Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace ni**a, I hit 'em up Check this out You mutha-f**kas know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all ni**as ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah bi**h made a*s Bad Boys bi**hes {ahh yo, yo, hold the f**k up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pa*s the mac And let me hit 'em in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right For setting up traps Little accident murderers And I ain't never heard of yah Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Guard your rank Cause I'm a slam your a*s in a pang Puffy weaker than a f**kin' block I'm running through ni**a And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In front of yah ni**a With the ready power Tucked in my Guess Under my Eddie Bower Your clout petty sour I push packages ever hour I hit 'em up Chorus Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace ni**a, We hit 'em up Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you ni**as getting killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a Shermine ni**as think they learned to fly But they burn mutha-f**ka you deserve to die Talking about you Getting Money But its funny to me All you ni**as living bummy While you f**king with me? I'm a self made Millionaire Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air {Air} [Ha Ha] Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the bi**h to let you sleep in the house Now its all about versace You copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my A-K I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mutha-f**ka I'll Hit 'Em Up I'm from N W New Jers. Where plenty of murder occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenerio Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees Copin' pleas with these Little Kim is yah Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the f**k? Is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped And all your fake a*s east coast props Brainstormed and locked You'se a B-writer Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing s**t but a faker So fill the Alazhay with a chaser 'bout to get murdered for the paper E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke [uhh] Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-f**kin' joke Thug Life, ni**as better be known Be approaching In the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping It's a battle lost I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off ni**a, I hit 'em up Now you tell me who won I see them, they run [ha ha] They don't wanna see us Whole Junior Mafia click Dressing up to be us How the f**k they gonna be the Mob? When we always on out job We millionaire's Killing ain't fair But somebody got to do it Oh yah Mobb Deep [uhh] You wanna f**k with us You Little young a*s mutha-f**kas Don't one of you ni**as got sickle-cell or something You f**king with me, ni**a ? You f**k around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the f**k up Before you get smacked the f**k up This is how we do it on our side Any of you ni**as from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain't singing, We bringing drama f**k you and your mother f**king mama. We gonna kill all you mother f**kers. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother f**kin opinion Well this is how we gon' do this: f**k Mobb Deep, f**k Biggie, f**k Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother f**kin crew. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, Then f**k you too. Chino XL, f**k you too. All you mother f**kers, f**k you too. (take money, take money) All of y'all mother f**kers, f**k you, die slow mother f**ker. My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow. You mother f**kers can't be us or see us. We mother f**kin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, ni**a We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother f**kers. We do our job. You think you the mob, ni**a, we the mother f**kin' mob Ain't nuttin' but killers And the real ni**as, all you mother f**kers feel us. Our s**t goes triple and four quadruple You ni**as laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother f**kin' belts You know how it is and we drop records they felt You ni**as can't feel it We the realist f**k 'em. We Bad Boy killas. |
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from 2Pac - Live [live] (2005)
How do you want it? How does it feel?
Comin up as a nigga in the cash game livin in the fast lane; I'm for real How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin up as a nigga in the cash game livin in the fast lane; I'm for real Verse One: 2Pac Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out Got a nigga wantin it so bad I'm bout to pass out Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it Catch you at a club, oh shit you got me fiendin Body talkin shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance Doin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can Forgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man All I want is money, fuck the fame I'm a simple man Mr. International, playa with the passport Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for It's either him or me -- champagne, Hennessey A favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need Approachin hoochies with a passion, been a long day But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way Your body is bangin baby I love it when you flaunt it Time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah) Chorus Verse Two: 2Pac Tell me is it cool to fuck? Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what? Positions on the floor it's like erotic, ironic cause I'm somewhat psychotic I'm hittin switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics Up and down like a roller coaster, I'm up inside ya I ain't quittin til the show is over, cause I'ma rider In and out just like a robbery, I'll probably be a freak and let you get on top of me, get her rockin these Nights full of Alize, a livin legend You ain't heard about these niggaz play these Cali days Delores Tucker, youse a motherfucker Instead of tryin to help a nigga you destroy a brother Worse than the others -- Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole You're too old to understand the way the game is told You're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts Want some on lease? I'm makin millions, niggaz top that They wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a cell livin in hell -- only a few of us'll live to tell Now everybody talkin bout us I could give a fuck I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss Nigga tell me how you want it Chorus Verse Three: 2Pac Raised as a youth, tell the truth I got the scoop on how to get a bulletproof, because I jumped from the roof before I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager Game rules, I'm livin major -- my adversaries is lookin worried, they paranoid of gettin buried One of us gon' see the cemetary My only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive Gettin high, see the demons in my eyes, before I die I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million And then I'm chillin fade em all, these taxes got me crossed up and people tryin to sue me Media is in my business and they actin like they know me Hahaha, but I'ma mash out, peel out I'm with it quick I'se quick to whip that fuckin steel out Yeah nigga it's some new shit so better get up on it When ya see me tell a nigga how ya want it How do you want it? Chorus 2X [2Pac] How you want it? Yeah my nigga Johnny J Yeah, we out Chorus [2Pac] Tell me Chorus [2Pac] Cash game, livin in the fast lane, I'm for real |
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from 2Pac - Live [live] (2005)
(Reporter)
Good Evening (sirens in the background) I'm reporting live from Sunset Boulevard Where many excited fans have gathered with candles (crowd starts chanting "Tupac") Awaiting the much anticipated release, of Tupac Shakur's latest album, Better Dayz This is yet another post-humorous release by Tupac Which, raises the question Where are these songs coming from? It's interesting how, the message in these songs Is still relevant today Even in his death, he's touching people with his lyrics I can feel the energy in the air, as they count down to midnight When the album will officially be released Oh, hold on, I, think they're starting to countdown now (Crowd) 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 ... |
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from 2Pac - Live [live] (2005)
'So Many Tears'
I shall not fear no man but God Though I walk through the valley of death I shed so many tears (if I should die before I wake) Please God walk with me (grab a nigga and take me to Heaven) Back in elementary, I thrived on misery Left me alone I grew up amongst a dyin breed Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest until I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest Tell me can you feel me? I'm not livin in the past, you wanna last Be tha first to blast, remember Kato No longer with us he's deceased Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets Now rest in peace Is there heaven for a G? Remember me So many homies in the cemetery, shed so many tears Ahh, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears.. Lord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears Now that I'm strugglin in this business, by any means Label me greedy gettin green, but seldom seen And fuck the world cause I'm cursed, I'm havin visions of leavin here in a hearse, God can you feel me? Take me away from all the pressure, and all the pain Show me some happiness again, I'm goin blind I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin well I know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail? My life is in denial, and when I die, baptized in eternal fire I'll shed so many tears Lord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears.. Lord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer to embrace an early death, now there's nothin left There was no mercy on the streets, I couldn't rest I'm barely standin, bout to go to pieces, screamin peace And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it I had my mind full of demons tryin to break free They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin the flame inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game No memories, just a misery Paintin a picture of my enemies killin me, in my sleep Will I survive til the mo'nin, to see the sun Please Lord forgive me for my sins, cause here I come... Lord, I suffered through the years (God) and shed so many tears.. God, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears Lord knows I.. tried, been a witness to homicide Seen drivebys takin lives, little kids die Wonder why as I walk by Broken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin high This ain't the life for me, I wanna change But ain't no future right for me, I'm stuck in the game I'm trapped inside a maze See this Tanqueray influenced me to gettin crazy Disillusioned lately, I've been really wantin babies so I could see a part of me that wasn't always shady Don't trust my lady, cause she's a product of this poison I'm hearin noises, think she fuckin all my boys, can't take no more I'm fallin to the floor; beggin for the Lord to let me in to Heaven's door -- shed so many tears (Dear God, please let me in) Lord, I've lost so many years, and shed so many tears.. I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears Lord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears.. God, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears |
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from 2Pac - Live [live] (2005)
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight f k it, we gone flip some new s t now You heard "All Eyez on Me," ni az know what time it is (Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that Rhymin and stealin, sellin five million (Outlaw.. ninety-nine) Fresh out on bail, ni az still can't see me (Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein) That's how it is Now we got a new motherf kin plan, and a new mission (Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw) Competition, so they say, these ni az is gay (Outlaw - Outlaw) Blast me? It could never happen At least not while I'm walkin and rappin Heard of some ni az on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me (Throw ya hands up, hands up) They can't hide, listen to the rough s t, my click (Throw ya motherf kin hands up) I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni az can't f k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni az can't f k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy Don't want to hurt a soul ni a, so don't make me I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through But that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets Even on the other side brothers die, but ride ni az get high off a slow form of suicide Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties I live my life to f kin mo', exposin tragically How can we find some peace and ni az still ain't get a piece I know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat I'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through to become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears 2Pac + Young Noble I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni az can't f k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni az can't f k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears Thugged out baby! [Young Noble] We don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT? We don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still wanna be a thug? Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends Seeking a better path, expose a better half of me Blast for me, the task after me For a few years sheddin tattooed tears like Gram' Sammy, we feudin for the whole damn family We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time Outlawz locked down for some past crimes Fast dimes made my stash grow smaller Your block ain't no harder, fake baller [Napoleon] ni a it's like this I been thuggin just for the cause of it Out to get all of it, but I'll never loose my balls and s t And it's all for the pressure that'll make me cock my s t up off the dresser Made ni a mafia of course my ni as gonna test ya Answers to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson Still stucked up in a f k session, Jersey where the ni az flexin Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die So ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe me my life for the things he did, but I turn my pleasure into sin Blazed out sheddin tattoed tears s t.. ain't no unity in my community it's do or die Seein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin high as life replays like time; underhanded schemes to get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime My enemies want me squeezed They get dumped like 3's, with 57 wasted at they knees Please beware we thugs revolution size Criminals dare be last mental me intitutionalize Locked down, got many shell shocked, now Holdin down fort like I'm stuck in court cell block style Yo I been loosin sleep, stay awake way past late Visions of killers en ma se at the blast mayne As I lay here gatted down and tatted Knowin now it's hard to slow down for a addict It's been years of stugglin, guzzlin beers Beefin and never even, ain't no love in the air And I suffer my s t in hell, talkin to the heavens Walkin thru the valley of death with my fellas I lost a lot, startin with hope I tried And for every tattoo I got a moment I cried I'm thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell pain Step in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brain I'ma hold it down tho', with all the struggle to bear Ain't nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tears Come on... |
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from 2Pac - Live [live] (2005)
Troublesome nigga
Troublesome 19-motherfucking-96 Westside Let it be known nigga the boss of all bosses Makaveli hahaha Menacing Methods, Label me a lethal weapon Making niggas die, witnessin' breathless imperfection Can you picture my specific plan? To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned Scams are plotted over grams and rocks Undercover agents die by the random shots We all die in the end, so revenge we swore I was all about my ends fuck friends and foes Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater Got me a dog and named her mob bitch nigga eater What could they do to me ya little brat Shit them niggas done shot me and still terrified i'll cut they ass How can I show you how I feel inside We outlawz, motherfuckas can't kill my pride Niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after I'm gone Cause they fear me in the physical form Let it be known I'm troublesome Troublesome nigga Outlawz We put it down to the fullest Spitting rhymes and bullets Haha... Troublesome Ya'll know what time it is Call the punk police, they can't stop us Niggas run the streets Haha.. Troublesome Yeah Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto A guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels Death before dishonor, bet i bomb on them first Niggas knew we came for murda, pullin' up in a herse Westside was the war cry bustin' all freely Screaming fuck all ya niggas in Swaheli Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back Release me to the care of my heartless trap Say my name three times like Candyman Bet I roll on your ass like an avalanche A soul survivor, learned to get high and pull driveby's Murder my foes, can't control my nine Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please Busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee Picture me lettin this chump survive Ran up on his ass when I dump he died Cause I'm troublesome Young, strapped, and I don't give a fuck I'm hopelesssss I live a thuglife, losing my focus baby I'm troublesome haha... Badboy Killa There is no one realler What you saw was the rough, rugged and raw Outlaw OUTLAW Murder murder my mindstate shit ain't change since my last rhyme The crime rate ain't declined Niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind Like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind Tell me young nigga never learned a thang Dead at thirteen cause he yearn to bang Sent a lot of flowers, but how can I cry Try to warn the little nigga either stop or die Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream Afraid to sleep im havin' crazy dreams Vivid' pictures of my enemies and family times God forgive me cause its wrong but I plan to die You can take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep Did the best I could, raised in insanity Or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life I'm troublesome In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me I'm troublesome I don't give a fuck im troublesome like my nigga napolean said nigga somebody gotta explain why i aint got shit im troublesome you know what time it is the outlaw click, young rugged and sick makaveli the don, the boss of all bosses Mussolini, Idi Amin, Hussein Fatal, Khadafi, Kastro, Napoleon, Mo Khomani We aint fucking around We troublesome hey yo We troublesome Young Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash He going for the hoes and the cash fuck you niggas OUTLAWS Khadafi trump tight never sloppy them other fuckers try to copy but they cant mock u nigga u 2 strong outlaw keep it going on you know wassup outlaws outlaws outlaws outlaws this is dedicated to the real niggas all the real troublesome soldiers on the streets that rather die than see the penitentiary we all motherfuckin' outlaws bye bye bye bye all you niggas die |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
(Intro: 2Pac)
Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Robbin' Black Cotton in God's eyes Speak (Verse 1) Black Cotton Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's Class is in session the worst question is the first question Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave Never got paid but still we slave (In the nine tre') Answer that then answer this too- Loves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a bitch true You best to backtrack and try to act black and live Not to be phony and positive but why be negative? What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?) Dum dum diddy is it me? Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets If not peace then at least let's get a piece I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased Lookin' through my highschool yearbook Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took One homie, two homie, three homies - POOF We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot God come save the misbegotten Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes) (Chorus: Eminem) Nobody don't care (No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/and I ask God why) Nobody don't care (Seems like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions) Nobody don't care (Feels like I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm being tested) Nobody don't care (Seems like my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please answer my questions) Nobody don't care (Verse 3) In the belly of the beast I'm bubbling up Running out of luck, about to self destruct Old heads say live your life like such Your sure to catch her witcha one day boy I wouldn't listen to 'em Your power movement was cool But it ain't fix nothin' So I just go with what i know I dont trust none Look what the 80's did To what's Bebe's kids And now we grown up Nobody ain't own us yet (Verse 4) Black cotton, I'm plottin' on what they owe me I'm workin' without a profit They shacklin' all my homies I'm hurtin' but keep the mind And we ain't stop, its cutains, you try to rise and Certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridas What's the reward for a strugala If the lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' up Runnin up, Gun cocked like nasty gloves If you aint got a penny, mind the glove No love Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds Black Cotton - I'm hoppin' over enemy lines Black Cotton - I ain't stoppin' till they givin me mine Black Cotton (Chorus) |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
Intro)
Yeah nigga Yo Pac (That's right) Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah) Niggaz just wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit (2pac Verse 1) Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true Ain't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed A loaded AK47 layin on my hips so don't trip One motherfucker from the underground And Big Stretch buckin' niggaz if they fuck around Yo, why ya'll got beef with police? Ain't that a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep I guess it's hard for you to see But now I'm pointin the finger at police instead of motherfuckers blamin' me I got the right to bear a pistol And when them punk motherfuckers get to trippin' I got shit too And maybe then you'll see the truth But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 2) You know you really can't say that you blame niggaz Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz 2pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the constitution I want my bucks for restitution This time you got a bigger problem Time to face the niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem And we ain't shootin' at eachother (fuck no), that's a motherfuckin' brother So save two, run for cover And other bitches from the clan Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!) Genuine draft ganja ganja and my fuckin' Tec-9 They know their scared to see us sober (awwwww) Cobra - And niggaz will take the world over It's all up to you (up to you) Blame the Korean (fuck that) I'll be a crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 3) Pardon me, ?? has been God and try me I'll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G They got my homies in a jail cell Now it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell I got the whole place covered with loc'ed out brothers And nothing but love for eachother So motherfucker make a motion I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean Temperatures drop See it's cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops That's when they gettin' petrol You better watch your step or you'll be left on deathrow But I learned to look ahead of me Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy We blowin' up precincts and oooohhhh you can't fuck with the crew A crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
Intro)
Yeah nigga Yo Pac (That's right) Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah) Niggaz just wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit (2pac Verse 1) Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true Ain't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed A loaded AK47 layin on my hips so don't trip One motherfucker from the underground And Big Stretch buckin' niggaz if they fuck around Yo, why ya'll got beef with police? Ain't that a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep I guess it's hard for you to see But now I'm pointin the finger at police instead of motherfuckers blamin' me I got the right to bear a pistol And when them punk motherfuckers get to trippin' I got shit too And maybe then you'll see the truth But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 2) You know you really can't say that you blame niggaz Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz 2pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the constitution I want my bucks for restitution This time you got a bigger problem Time to face the niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem And we ain't shootin' at eachother (fuck no), that's a motherfuckin' brother So save two, run for cover And other bitches from the clan Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!) Genuine draft ganja ganja and my fuckin' Tec-9 They know their scared to see us sober (awwwww) Cobra - And niggaz will take the world over It's all up to you (up to you) Blame the Korean (fuck that) I'll be a crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 3) Pardon me, ?? has been God and try me I'll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G They got my homies in a jail cell Now it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell I got the whole place covered with loc'ed out brothers And nothing but love for eachother So motherfucker make a motion I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean Temperatures drop See it's cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops That's when they gettin' petrol You better watch your step or you'll be left on deathrow But I learned to look ahead of me Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy We blowin' up precincts and oooohhhh you can't fuck with the crew A crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
Uhh,
Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel (Chorus - Elton John:) Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns (2Pac) If I could recollect before my hood days I'd sit and reminisce, Thinkin' of bliss and the good days I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em They tested, it was stressed that they under In our days, things changed Everyone's ashamed to the youth cuz the truth looks strange And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts cause any day they'll push the button and all good men like Malcolm X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly there's no need for you to fear me if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me it aint about black or white, cuz we're human I hope we see the light before its ruined my ghetto gospel (Chorus - Elton John:) Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns (2Pac) Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy Guess she's given birth to a baby I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan We jump into another form of slavery Even now I get discouraged Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage I refuse to be a role model I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle I make mistakes, but learn from every one And when its said and done I bet this Brotha be a better one If I'm upset, you don't stress Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet I feel his hand on my brain When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the Lord do his thang But am I less holy Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies Before we find world peace We gotta find peace in that war on the streets My ghetto gospel (Chorus - Elton John:) Those who wish to follow me (Yeah My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns (2Pac) Lord can you hear me speak!! To pay the price of being hell bound... |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
featuring Obie Trice
(Obie Trice) Ha ha, yeah (Tupac) Nigga fuck that Gin and Juice (Hennessy) Just Pour a nigga a glass Hennessy, that dark shit (That's right) (Obie Trice) Hey pour me some of that too baby (Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice) They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?) Hennessy They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto) Hennessy (Tupac) Ha ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy) (Obie Trice) That's what your sippin on Now what's you name nigga? (Tupac) Big ballin ass nigga named Pac (Verse 1: Tupac) Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath These motherfuckaz wanna see me die So who am I to try to warn ‘em, I'll buck and bomb ‘em, them niggas fry Hey remember me? Down that Hennessy The nigga you don't wanna see, let me proceed My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me? Now that it's poppin aint no love bitch I maintain in the game, in the gutter is where I still kick it I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid So nigga blaze, cuz we some motherfuckin fools Walkin through the streets wearing jewels Breakin niggaz, fakin moves Even the cops can't stop us My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy (Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice) They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?) Hennessy They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto) Hennessy (Tupac) Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy) (Obie Trice) That's what I'm sippin on Now let me tell ‘em who I be (Tupac) Big ballin ass nigga named Trice (Verse 2: Obie Trice) Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's west Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess Tried to apply myself, but niggas was ballin My momma couldn't tell me shit, the streets was callin I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw P Funk, got it pumpin, he had the connects Through the sack to us little niggaz workin the set And if you got it you getting wet, nigga bet on that Don't come around hurr on that floss shit Detroit niggaz off shit (Robbin niggaz in the door ways) That's right (With my 4-4, that's the sure way) And this your old days, all eyez on me We was loony I suppose you could (die homie) O Trice always repped his block |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
featuring Obie Trice
(Obie Trice) Ha ha, yeah (Tupac) Nigga fuck that Gin and Juice (Hennessy) Just Pour a nigga a glass Hennessy, that dark shit (That's right) (Obie Trice) Hey pour me some of that too baby (Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice) They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?) Hennessy They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto) Hennessy (Tupac) Ha ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy) (Obie Trice) That's what your sippin on Now what's you name nigga? (Tupac) Big ballin ass nigga named Pac (Verse 1: Tupac) Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath These motherfuckaz wanna see me die So who am I to try to warn ‘em, I'll buck and bomb ‘em, them niggas fry Hey remember me? Down that Hennessy The nigga you don't wanna see, let me proceed My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me? Now that it's poppin aint no love bitch I maintain in the game, in the gutter is where I still kick it I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid So nigga blaze, cuz we some motherfuckin fools Walkin through the streets wearing jewels Breakin niggaz, fakin moves Even the cops can't stop us My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy (Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice) They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?) Hennessy They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto) Hennessy (Tupac) Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy) (Obie Trice) That's what I'm sippin on Now let me tell ‘em who I be (Tupac) Big ballin ass nigga named Trice (Verse 2: Obie Trice) Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's west Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess Tried to apply myself, but niggas was ballin My momma couldn't tell me shit, the streets was callin I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw P Funk, got it pumpin, he had the connects Through the sack to us little niggaz workin the set And if you got it you getting wet, nigga bet on that Don't come around hurr on that floss shit Detroit niggaz off shit (Robbin niggaz in the door ways) That's right (With my 4-4, that's the sure way) And this your old days, all eyez on me We was loony I suppose you could (die homie) O Trice always repped his block |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
(2Pac)
Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me? I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these narcs be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart Now picture me scared of the penitentiary I've been movin these things since the days of elementary Now tell me what you need when you see me I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me I got some killas on my payroll, and they know When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low Although I'm young, I'm still comin up I'm gettin paid, pullin raises on niggas when they runnin up The first to pull a strap when there's drama Busta, you ain't heard? I've been slicin motherfuckerss since I lost my momma There ain't a cop that can stop me My posse is cocked, G, and they don't quit until they drop me I'm loyal to the game (Chorus) (Treach) Without no doubt I ain't no slouch and it ain't time to back down So I jumps in and try to stop-a and watch-a Slap you cock-eyed like Popeye fucks spinach Forgotten more shit than most crews ever know, or ever knew Was born with 7 flows and only heaven knew For beat the boot sex, the news breaks, the you shakes Worse, they heard we got more nerve than a 2-fake Yoo-hoo to you crew and you too so you knew I'm from Jersey and I'm a teen so your block more than you do Whose the new crew? Show me your neck brotha, and here's another Smack your mother's mamma's mother In the first mob of all those other crack lovers Back was bitch-ass, trick ass, cluk-clow-cluk-clow How ya like me then, how ya like me, hey-ho, how ya like me now? Ow, pow, hurt, don't it? Bow, bow, don't run up on it The same thing minus P hangin possies like an exponent Oh yes, rock in slums, ya gots to run it It makes no sense to smell like shit If old ass George could be Washing-tons (Chorus) (Riddler) Now I be loyal to my niggas on the blocks, just buckin the shots And packin the glocks and dodgin the cops, and takin over niggas spots Poppin after poppin the fools be droppin, the hoes be hoppin On my thing cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim You lookin grim, is it me or him or him Or be with me, we be together So what's up? We can do whatever Cause real niggas stick together Till they make it up to heaven Through the stress, through the hell, through the 1-8-7 The shorter the nigga, the bigga the trigga The deeper they dig the ditch-a The Naughty the Treach then through to the Pac I brings the glock I wets up You fuckin body, I'm like, Oh my Gody Did I really shoot him? Yo I shot him So got him, now I puts the crime behind me And finds me, a place to lays my head low I lives doin my rap, but I dies for my hood row So all you fuckin fools better recognize, and know my fuckin name I be Riddler to my niggas and I'm loyal to the game (Chorus) |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
(2Pac)
Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me? I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these narcs be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart Now picture me scared of the penitentiary I've been movin these things since the days of elementary Now tell me what you need when you see me I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me I got some killas on my payroll, and they know When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low Although I'm young, I'm still comin up I'm gettin paid, pullin raises on niggas when they runnin up The first to pull a strap when there's drama Busta, you ain't heard? I've been slicin motherfuckerss since I lost my momma There ain't a cop that can stop me My posse is cocked, G, and they don't quit until they drop me I'm loyal to the game (Chorus) (Treach) Without no doubt I ain't no slouch and it ain't time to back down So I jumps in and try to stop-a and watch-a Slap you cock-eyed like Popeye fucks spinach Forgotten more shit than most crews ever know, or ever knew Was born with 7 flows and only heaven knew For beat the boot sex, the news breaks, the you shakes Worse, they heard we got more nerve than a 2-fake Yoo-hoo to you crew and you too so you knew I'm from Jersey and I'm a teen so your block more than you do Whose the new crew? Show me your neck brotha, and here's another Smack your mother's mamma's mother In the first mob of all those other crack lovers Back was bitch-ass, trick ass, cluk-clow-cluk-clow How ya like me then, how ya like me, hey-ho, how ya like me now? Ow, pow, hurt, don't it? Bow, bow, don't run up on it The same thing minus P hangin possies like an exponent Oh yes, rock in slums, ya gots to run it It makes no sense to smell like shit If old ass George could be Washing-tons (Chorus) (Riddler) Now I be loyal to my niggas on the blocks, just buckin the shots And packin the glocks and dodgin the cops, and takin over niggas spots Poppin after poppin the fools be droppin, the hoes be hoppin On my thing cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim You lookin grim, is it me or him or him Or be with me, we be together So what's up? We can do whatever Cause real niggas stick together Till they make it up to heaven Through the stress, through the hell, through the 1-8-7 The shorter the nigga, the bigga the trigga The deeper they dig the ditch-a The Naughty the Treach then through to the Pac I brings the glock I wets up You fuckin body, I'm like, Oh my Gody Did I really shoot him? Yo I shot him So got him, now I puts the crime behind me And finds me, a place to lays my head low I lives doin my rap, but I dies for my hood row So all you fuckin fools better recognize, and know my fuckin name I be Riddler to my niggas and I'm loyal to the game (Chorus) |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
(Intro) (2Pac)
Niggas! (Yeah!) (Uh) Niggas! (Verse: 2Pac) Who's afraid of the punk police? Niggas run the streets, no justice no peace Fuck the law, rather draw than do time Don't fuck with mine, cross the line, my two nines go baya baya when I shoot 'em Korean mothafuckers was crooked, so niggas had to burn and loot 'em Now the streets ain't safe at night My Niggas! Straight take his life So don't sleep when my Jeep creep up, how we hit 'em Empty the clip, then dip cuz we did 'em Lickin' of shots for Latasha that's proper Love for my niggas but a glock for the coppers So what the fuck you wanna do now I packed a .9 last year, in '99 I'm packin' 2 now And even if they pull their triggers They can shoot one man, but nothings gonna stop the plan of true niggas (Chorus (2Pac) Niggas! (Yeah niggas, you can't fuck with us) Niggas! (Cuz bein' a nigga means you love niggas) Niggas! (Jada!, ey yo) (Verse: Jadakiss) My dimes make the fiends go to sleep, so they call 'em bedrocks Niggas is like photographers, all they take is head shots Your last words'll be, "damn what's all these red dots?" Niggas nowawadays, they worry me, my bars is therapy As long as you usin' them thouroughly, muah til the day that they bury me My niggas is stronger and tighter now than they probably will ever be And i'm a product of the '70's The hood got niggas on punishment, that's why they never leave If I ain't eatin' with you, i'm probably beefin' with you If no money ain't involved ain't no need for me speakin' with you I know you got a gun but i'm hopin' you keep it with you Cuz unfortunately, i'm one of them rappers that keep a pistol and You know what the llama do, Shady/Aftermath, Ruff Ryders, D-Block, and of course Amaru Lotta people honor you, probably cuz of the way you used to bring the drama to whoever you wanted to, you a leader when you can get a leader to follow you But anyway, life goes on, so i'll see you when I art in heaven like our fathers do (Chorus (2Pac) Niggas! (Yeah niggas, you can't fuck with us) Niggas! (Yeah niggas, cuz bein' a nigga means you love niggas) Niggas! Niggas! (Nigga!, you can't fuck with us) |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
(Intro: Tupac Talking)
Oh, I posted bail? I'm out this motherfucker? I can go? Oh, fuck y'all eh, fuck the judge Fuck the motherfuckin' district attourney and the prosecutor (fuck you!) And fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box (fuck you!) Fuck all y'all Cause I'm out on motherfuckin' bail y'all ain't never gonna see me in this motherfucker again Drop that shit em! Let these old punk ass bitches know how we runnin' this shit Niggaz ain't going back to court you stank ass bitches (Verse 1: 2Pac) Im stuck in jail the DA's tryin' to burn me I'd be out on bail if I had a good attorney Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up I ain't trippin' in the county and I'm mad as fuck Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch Everybody wanna talk cause I'm rappin' They askin' me what happened Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson I can't sleep they takin' polaroids And I'm tryna to use the phone but they makin' noise Man I wish I had my glock cause its major I'm makin' shanks out the plastics in razors These motherfuckers won't leave me alone thats my word Bout to turn a violation to a motherfuckin' murder I'm makin' collect calls to my old bitches Send mo' pictures and make me some more riches To all the suckers on the block talkin' shit while I was locked up Be prepared to get socked up Cause the game is deep and the fame is brief And you bullshittin' bitches ain't changin' me I came straight up out the gutta I was saved from hell I'm a thug I was raised in jail Now I'm out on bail (Chorus x1) Out on Bail (You know what fuckin' time it is) ThugLife will never fail (I'm out on bail) Thuglife niggaz (I'm going straight to 50,000 BIATCH!!!) Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail) Out on Bail (Hey, hand me some motherfuckin' Colt 40's from the fridge nigga) ThugLife will never fail (Cause I'm out on bail) Thuglife niggaz (Hey, pass me my motherfuckin' Rolex) Thuglife niggaz (Yes bitch that's a President) (Verse 2: 2Pac) Stuck in jail and mad as a bitch I'd be out on bail if it wasn't for the snitch Runnin' wild thru the streets like I'm loco And fuck the punk police and they chokeholds I got no love in my heart cause I'm heartless Mobbin' in the park after dark wanna start shit Rippin' up the scene as a teen I was at it (but hey) And sellin' products to the addicts cause they gotta have it I was a well-known thug and I gotta lotta love Hangin out with the OG's shootin' up the clubs And mama told me don't hang with the homies But they got me if they need me then it's on G Got me sittin' in the cell a five by seven Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven Got my bitches on the outside writin' me letters And they tell me they love me and the shit ull get better I don't believe her cause I just got the news on the wire Take it how you want it but your bitch is on fire I gotta be a player so I stay strong cause I know that I won't be away long and when I finally do hit the fuckin' streets I'ma handle this A thug nigga gettin' scandalous I'm on bail (Chorus x1) Out on Bail ThugLife (see) will never fail (Out on bail - biatch!) Thuglife niggaz (You know what time it is) Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail) Out on Bail (Y'all don't need to know about...) ThugLife will never fail (You know, Out on bail) Thuglife niggaz (Y'all Blow that shit - Get me up out this) Thuglife niggaz (Yo, EM!!! Get me up out of this motherfucker man!) Out on Bail (These motherfuckers are harrasing me and that ain't cool) (Outro: Tupac Talking) Out on bail I'll see ya motherfuckers at the next show, 2pac, the media is my bitch It's that famous shit, you know? Real thug shit Real live thug shit, genuine, you know what I'm sayin' I wouldn't waste your motherfuckin' time with no bullshit baby Trust me, It's that real shit I'm talkin' about that shit you never tell your grandkids about, you know? I ran with a thug nigga, believe that This my motherfuckin' nigga Em on dem motherfuckin' boards in case your wonderin' We doin' this shit hell motherfuckin' yeah An ounze of that shit sittin' in your motherfuckin' lac Now press rewind nigga! |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
Scott Storch
Why'd you sland crack? I had to Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to A nigga gotta pay the fuckin bills Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me, claimin I'ma criminal when you the one that made me They got me trapped in this slavery now I'm lost in the holocaust headin for my grave G I told Sam he could fuck the war, and got a busted jaw for sayin 'fuck the law' And if you wonder why I'm mad, check the record Whats a nigga gotta do to get respected Sometimes I think I'm getting tested, and if I don't say 'yes' a nigga quick to get arrested That's the reason I stay zestin(??), I keep a vest on my chest incase the cops is getting restless Walkin round ready to light shit up, because my life is fucked, some say I'm slightly nuts Buck buck is the sound as I move up, other niggas pay attention when a fool bust They make a nigga be a killer, I used to be a dealer but they wanted to see whos realer Now them same mother fuckas wanna murder me, and I wonder if the lord ever heard of me I need loot, so I'm doin what I do, and don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes, Theres no other destiny to choose, I had nothing left to lose, so I'm singin the po nigga blues Why'd you sland crack? I had to Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to A nigga gotta pay the fuckin bills Coppin these brand new shoes, but what the fuck can a nigga do, my little boy gotta eat too So why must I sock a fella? Just live large like rocafella And did you ever stop to think? I'm old enough to go to war but I aint old enough to drink Cops wanna hit me with the book, and you hooked on my 'I don't give a fuck' look Makin rules, I'ma break em, no matter how much you make em, show me bakin, I'ma take em So don't you ever temp me, I'm a fool for mine nigga, and my pockets stay empty To my brother in the barrio, you livin worse then the niggas in ghetto so I give a fuck about your language or complexion, you got love for the niggas in my section You got problems with the punk police, don't run from the chumps, get the pump from me We aint free, I'll be damned if I played a chip for a blonde haired blue eyed Caucasian bitch Down with my home boy rich, fuck a snitch and groupie ass bitch And a nigga with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone(huh) And you wonder why we blazin niggas, cuz you punks haven babies cant raise the niggas And they damned to be fuck ups too, drink 40s of brew, singin the nigga blues Why'd you sland crack? I had to Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to A nigga gotta pay the fuckin bills Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had too Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had too Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had too And now I'm headin for the mother fuck in PEN |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
[Intro: 2Pac]
So what I'm gonna do, hopefully is... I wanna be, uhm not a wannabe I am 2Pac Shakur! 2Pac! 2005! Guess who's back? G-G-Guess who's back? G-G-Guess who's back? G-G-Guess who's back? Everywhere I see, a Soldier a Soldier. Everywhere I see, a Soldier Like Me. Everywhere I see, a Soldier a Soldier. Everywhere I see, a Soldier Like Me. Everywhere I see, a Soldier a Soldier. Everywhere I see, a Soldier Like Me. Everywhere I see, a Soldier a Soldier. Everywhere I see, a Soldier Like Me. [Verse 1: 2Pac] Posse deep as I role through the streets Muthafuck the police as we creep in our Jeeps Layin' so long you think I'm asleep But at the slightest beat, I'm robbin' niggas through the teeth And OPD can get the dick if they play tuffy Last time them niggas rushed me, I ain't bust but now I'm touchy Trust me, ain't nothin' jumpin' but these buck shots Them niggas got enough knots, I'm poppin' corrupt cops You muthafuckers catch a hot one You wanted to start a problem, now you coward cops have got one And there's no prison that can hold a Muthafuckin' Soldier, ready to role & take control So now I jack 'em while they sleepin' Role to the door, through a grenade in the precinct Some people panic, brothers bugged out I had to keep poppin' 'cause wouldn't stop until they rugged out And they vest don't protect from the head wounds Reload ammunition's & them bitches will be dead soon Smoke risin' from the barrel of my shotty I finally got revenge, now count the bodies 20 cops, one for every year in jail Tryin' to keep a nigga down, but you failed Before I let you take me, I told ya Fuck bein' trapped, I'm a Soldier. [Chorus:] I betcha that I got something you ain't got, that's called courage It don't come from no liquor bottle, it ain't scotch, it's not bourbon I don't walk around like no G 'cause that ain't me, I'm not that person I don't try to act like you do 'cause that ain't you, you just frontin'. You ain't? [Verse 2: 2Pac] It's 2Pac in the mad bitch In them .64 rag on them things, that's a bad bitch Gettin' ghosts on them bitches in the town Bustin' out the backseat, nigga when we clown. Homey is you down? B got the strap & she anxious Hurry up 'fo she spank shit Comin' round the corners, spittin' rounds They payin' homey down Caught them sucker ass bitches outta bounce. Now tell me how that sound? A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day. Now tell me how that sound? A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day. Stinkin' biatch! [Chorus:] I betcha that I got something you ain't got, that's called courage It don't come from no liquor bottle, it ain't scotch, it's not bourbon I don't walk around like no G 'cause that ain't me, I'm not that person I don't try to act like you do 'cause that ain't you, you just frontin'. You ain't? (2Pac) [Outro: 2Pac] Everywhere I see, a Soldier a Soldier. Everywhere I see, a Soldier Like Me. Everywhere I see, a Soldier a Soldier. Everywhere I see, a Soldier Like Me. Everywhere I see, a Soldier a Soldier. Everywhere I see, a Soldier Like Me. Everywhere I see, a Soldier a Soldier. Everywhere I see, a Soldier Like Me. |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
I wanted to bring back that reality,
nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson and I'm the heavyweight champion, I'm a little nigga, thats why its so raw to just watch me battle lions, cause I'm a little skinny nigga battlin' niggas three times my size Watch this uppercut, here it comes... watch the jab nigga... ugh...here it come, look out, watch my arms... Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a peice Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just cant believe I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee I'm all over that nigga, come identify the body My middle finger to you hoe niggas Run up on me, and i'll be forced to let it go nigga I aint the one you wanna try, why, stayin' high I hit this blunt and watch these motherfuckers die Whose runnin these streets I said that cocaine Cause in the the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne Another hustler makin' major cash 'til the punk police come an raid ya ass Now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a bitch Cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6 And we know that you can't hang, you a trick Rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh [Chorus (x1): 2Pac] Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga! Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga! They got a nigga in the dice game, I'm feelin' lucky But the nigga just a little bigger, he tryin fuck me Out my cash, imma blast nigga, he don't know I gotta tell ya like the last nigga, gotta go Don't need to roll for the truck, I get em' up Left to right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha) I'm known to walk the streets on any block I love my niggas, but I aint puttin down my glock The gun shots rang when I lose nigga, and ooh nigga Imma show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha) Lay it down just to prove it And fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga! Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga! They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants This revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent (shh) Roll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game Molotov cocktails, release an up in flames Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back Lookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back Wanna see my kids grow don't know if imma make it though One more nigga came up short in the ghetto Society lied to me so i'm strapped with the metal Push ya middle finger up nigga if you a rebel Have ya face down goin' in ya pockets if ya let em' I done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em' I done made so many mistakes but still I dont regret em' I'm a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend I'm a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons We all lost souls tryina find our way to heaven Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga! Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga! To all the conrads no longer with us, see you when we get there 'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut 'Til we get up there with ya'll, YOU KNOW!.. Thug Life we still livin it Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let's go! |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
(2pac)
HAHA Thug for life nigga Can't you read the signs? ay fuck it man (Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin' fucked off - liquor Get loaded can't control it Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it You get the bones act to the whole stack Thats fo sho black To be a mack and keep your dough fat And tell me what does it take to be a G? I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt And now im in the rap game like the crack game I got enemies Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum What does it take to be a G? Silence is a must, violence is a plus Plus, shots at my adversaries Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried Cause ill be buckin' in a fuckin hurry Chorus X3 Tell em' Thug for life High till' I die When em' stupid ass bitches ask why? 2pac Game? Thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on makin' money, But you stuck on these fake bitches And jealous muthafuckas can't see That it's the fame that caught these stupid bitches, pass the pussy free So tell me why u sweatin' a muthafucka like me? A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas Jumpin' around at the shows And your the first muthafucka to jump To the trunk when it's time for fun Little trick ass punk Thug muthafuckas don't die we get high and we multiply Muthafuckaa!! Give a holla to my niggas in the Bay I'm livin' in LA still clutchin' on my AK Chorus X6 Tell em' Thug for life High till' I die When em' stupid ass bitches ask why? THUG FOR LIFE BIATCH!! Yeah nigga, thug life, from now till' the muthafuckin' ever Havenotz in this muthafucka |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
(Verse 1: 2Pac)
See, it ain't easy bein' me Life as a celebrity is less than heavenly I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around And it's always drama Whevever I wanna get around Mama told me Long before I ever came up Gotta be true, to watchya' do And keep ya' game up 'Cause things change And jealousy becomes a factor Best friends at your wifes house tryin' to mack her! I'm on tour But still they keep on knockin' at my door And I got no time to worry I'm steady wantin' more Every day is a test, yes I try hard But I'm strugg-a-lin' with every breath I pray to God that the woman that I left at home All alone Ain't nothin' like tryin' to bone Over the phone In my mind I can see her naked I can't take it Got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it I thought you knew. (Chorus: Nate Dogg) I'm rollin' out on tour today you gettin' sad cause I'm goin' away, Naa Chickenheads wanna play with me you gettin' mad cause you think I'm a sway, Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream soon as I hit the stage, Naa Still I be gettin' lonely for you I'm comin' home as soon as I make this pay. (echoes) (Verse 2: 2Pac) I call you up long distance On the telephone I wanna tuck you in Even though I know I can't make it home I whisper things in your' ear Like your near me Wonder if you feel me From far away Or can you hear me It seems to me That your' jealous 'Cause I'm hustlin' and makin' money With the fellas' In the back streets Tryin' to trap me Baby hold up Thugs get lonely too! But I'm a soulja And theres no way I'm a' stop makin' money 'Cause your' attitudes changed And your' actin' a little funny Always complainin' Sayin' we don't spend time Can't you see I got enough stress on my mind And hangin' up like you all that And get mad when I'm tell you that "I'm busy baby call back" Please, ain't nothin' left to say to you Thugs get lonely too You know. (Chorus: Nate Dogg) I'm rollin' out on tour today you gettin' sad cause I'm goin' away, Naa Chickenheads wanna play with me you gettin' mad cause you think I'm a sway, Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream soon as I hit the stage, Naa Still I be gettin' lonely for you I'm comin' home as soon as I make this pay. (echoes) (Verse 3: 2Pac) I sit alone in my room, drinkin' Without a care Talkin out loud to you' Like your' there Take your' picture out my back pocket Man it's on You the first face I wanna see When I get home I wanna love you 'till the sun rise Buckwild Touchin' every wall in the house Thug style Put your' hands on the headboard Think of me Drippin' sweat on top of you Sick of scenes in yo' head That I'm makin' love So turn the lights down Reminice 'n relax 'Cause baby right now I feel in the middle of my stomach You whisper in my ear Baby tell me how you really want it Hold on tightly Watch the ceiling Scratch my back How you react Lets me know you feel me 'Cause everything I'm givin' to you Is so true Thugs get lonely too You know. (Chorus: Nate Dogg) I'm rollin' out on tour today you gettin' sad cause I'm goin' away, Naa Chickenheads wanna play with me you gettin' mad cause you think I'm a sway, Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream soon as I hit the stage, Naa Still I be gettin' lonely for you I'm comin' home as soon as I make this pay. (echoes) (Outro: Tupac Talking) Yeah! <i>Thug Life Baby</i> |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males Let's take a peak... Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders Them brothers gettin further Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin Spot some thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin Dirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now listen Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back around in '96 All the gals my six (what else?) my track crew and my mother Make these police wonder: how is he so undercover? Never been a lover, but America had broke my heart I was told to tear up out this before this tear me apart Eat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese While the Japs stack scratch with the Vietnamese But I'm finna squeeze, stack cheese they left on a trap A young playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rap It's just that feelin, that feelin that I have for children Are able to love us, but these crazy devils try to kill us 'I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho' 'Smokin that dank to deal with the pain' (My nigga Ray Luv, when'd you get up out the pen, man?) June 2nd '93 I returned to the streets Did 2 months in the county and I opt to the beat Now the cops keep watch, cause they know that I rap Tell the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap But I ain't yo gangsta, just a young nigga caught up in the struggle Born hustler, goin for the jugular Out to take the beast down, piece down might be too late The funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid Would love to catch a playa slippin, take me down and book me Guilty as charged, hit the switch and try to cook me Silence a nigga for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin ya A poison you created in the veins of America Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin from Remember me, that real-ass nigga you been runnin from Got us sprung off the cocaine and the welfare While the black babies die without health care [ Mac Mall ] Now how could I pledge allegiance to a racist-ass flag When the rollers at my do' with a .44 mag? Got my mother spittin drag 'bout I ain't home Got a double homicide warrant on my dome I hear em pushin in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips Cut through the back window and like a g hit a fence I'm thinkin 'bout my folks gettin sent for violation Foes and punk police, them devils still at my do' I peep a group of ten tryina get information I threw the clips in the Mac, start lettin off frustration It's better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway So if I go out blastin, call it my fate I got niggas in the pen like my cousin Bud Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man [ 2Pac ] Now I been called a crook, a killer, a thug A no-good dealer of drugs And Blood or Cuz, doesn't matter what set you was Cause where I'm at, if you black, we strapped As long as ki's make g's these thieves attack And ain't no rules on the streets these days Muthafuckas better watch they back and take it eazay I'm livin in the dangerzone And learnin lesson from the game, it's on Niggas was gone when the frame was on I'm gettin breaken them balls daily Is there a ghetto in heaven or do I go to hell? See, seems I was senteced to death, takin my steps with my head down Why pour I liquor for my niggas, cause they dead now My memory since I was a little seed Was a penitentiary full of niggas like me These cops can't terrorize us, they despise us Niggas, cause we on the rise Plus everybody's searchin for a piece of the truth And the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut And the truth is 'I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho' 'Smokin that dank to deal with the pain' |
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from Grand Theft Auto [ost] (2004)
I just don't give a fuck
They done push me to the limit I'm all in I might blow up any minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While this cops bragging about the nigga he's baggin I see no justice All I see is niggas dying fast The sound of a gun blast Then watchin the hearse pass Just another day in the life 'G' Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snipe me The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man I went to the bank to cash my cheque I get more respect from the mutha-fuckin' dope man The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hos They got dough but they hate us though You better keep your mind on the real shit And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down Just can't understand why we getting respect now Mama told me they're be days like this But I'm pissed cause it stays like this And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait Gimme a break How much shit can a nigga take I ain't goin' nowhere, no how What you wanna throw down Better bring your guns pal Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with an A-K And even if they shoot me down There'll be another nigga bigger from the mutha-fuckin' underground So step but you better step quick Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit You're watching the makings of a phychopath The truth didn't last Before the wrath and aftermath Who's that behind the trigger? Who'd do yah figure!? A mutha-fuckin night nigga Ready to buck and rip shit up I had enough and I just don't give a fuck Niggas!, isn't just the blacks also a gang of mutha-fuckas dressed in blue slacks They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty Tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city? They say niggas like to do niggas Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge I had to shoot ya and the pass for the blast take his cash And bash his head in dump him at the dead in And that's just his luck Cause a nigga like me don't really give a fuck Walked in the store what's everybody staring at They act like they never seen a muthafucka wearing black Following a nigga and shit Ain't this a bitch All I wanted was some chips I wanna take my business elsewhere But where? Cause who in the hell cares About a black man with a black need? They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend I wonder if knows that my income is more than His pension, salary and then some Your daughter is my number one fan And your jive ass wife wants a life with a black man So who's the mac in fact who's the black jack Sit back and get fat off the fat cat while he thinks that he's getting over I bust a move as smooth as casanova And count another quick meal I'm getting paid for my traid but its still real And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme As strong as a fuckin' nine Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot Useta come but he's done, now we run the block To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up They know we fed up But we they just don't give a fuck They just don't give a fuck I gotta give my fuck offs Fuck you to the San Fransisco police department Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department Fuck you to the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B-u-s-h Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa Fuck you to all you redneck prejudiced motherfuckers And fuck yah Fuck Y'all Punk, gay, sensitive, little-dicked bastards 2paclypse mutha fuckin' know Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick And my uncle Tommy's balls Fuck Y'all Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks |
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Subject : 발매 20주년을 맞은 투팍(2Pac)의 [All Eyez on Me]
