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from 2Pac 1집 - 2pacalypse Now (1991)
Brenda's got a Baby
Brenda's got a Baby I hear Brenda's got a baby Well, Brenda's barely got a brain A damn shame Tha girl can hardly spell her name (That's not her problem, that's up ta Brenda's family) Well let me show ya how it affects tha whole community Now Brenda never really knew her moms and her dad was a junky Went in debt to his arms, it's sad Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know Just cause your in tha ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation Do whatever it takes ta resist tha temptation Brenda got herself a boyfriend Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch tha joy end She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she Went out and had a church of kids As long as when tha check came they got first dibs Now Brendas belly is gettin bigger But no one seems ta notice any change in her figure She's 12 years old and she's having a baby In love with tha molester, whose sexed and crazy And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together, whatever He left her and she had tha baby solo, she had it on tha bathroom floor And didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away and what ta keep She wrapped tha baby up and threw him in tha trash heep I guess she thought she'd get away Wouldn't hear tha cries She didn't realize How much tha little baby had her eyes Now tha babys in tha trash heep balling Momma can't help her, but it hurts ta hear her calling Brenda wants ta run away Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, tha social workers here everyday Now Brenda's gotta make her own way Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed So now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sell So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell It's payin tha rent, so she really can't complain Prostitute, fair slang, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby Baaaaaaaaby (don't you know she's got a baby) Repeat 5x |
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from 2Pac 1집 - 2pacalypse Now (1991)
(Ice Cube) Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like
*machine gun fires* (Dr. Dre) Got him! (2Pac) A smokin ass nigga robbed me blind I got a TEC-9 now his smokin ass is mine I guess I felt sorry for the bastard, he was broke I didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close He caught me on the sneak tip, now the punk's in deep shit Catch him on the streets, I'ma bring him to his feet, quick Pass the clip, I think I see him comin now Fuck the bullshit, posse deep and let's run him down Gots to be the first one to hit ya when we meet Comin quickly up the streets, is the punk ass police The first one jumped out and said, Freeze! I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please.. Cause cops should mind they business, when we rush Now you're pleadin like a bitch, cause you don't know how to.. hush.. Now back to the smoker that robbed me I tell you like Latifah, motherfucker give me.. body.. One to the chest, another to his fuckin dome Now the shit can rest, yo tell him to leave me the fuck alone Two very bloody bodies on the streets A nosey ass cop and a nigga that robbed from me Run from your backup punk, how you figure? My finger's on the trigger for you crooked ass niggaz (2Pac) Crooked ass niggaz (Eazy) Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour (Cube) Suddenly I see.. (Eazy) Cri-cri-criminal (Stretch) Now listen to the mack of the crooked nigga trade With the fine criminal mind, cold rips like a blade It's already quick steppin to the niggaz with the props And any motherfucker with the flim-flam drops to the knot Ten o'clock, is a motherfuckin gank move Stretch is Uptown, clockin weight the shit is real smooth A nigga's tryin to play me like he know me but he don't Sittin on ten keys, I'ma get him, think I won't? My nigga 2Pac, got the fuckin Glock cocked, and he's ready When the kid, didn't even bring the weight bag, instead he Welcomed us, into his apartment Oh this even better, two to the head, he's dead a clean get-a-WAY! Niggaz got PAID! And yet another sleepin ass nigga got slayed, word up By a crooked motherfucker named Stretch And the T-U-P-A-C, the police can't catch.. (2Pac) The crooked ass niggaz (Eazy) Criminal behaviour.. (2Pac) Yeah.. ya don't stop! Crooked ass niggaz (Eazy) Criminal.. criminal behaviour (Cube) Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like (2Pac) Now I could be a crooked nigga too When I'm rollin with my crew, watch what crooked niggaz, do! I got a nine millimeter Glock pistol I'm ready to get witcha at the drop, of a whistle So make your move, and act like you wanna flip I fire thirteen shots, and pop another clip I bring luck, my Glock's like a fuckin mop The more I shot, the more motherfuckers dropped And even cops got shot when they rolled up Best to bring a knot, or get popped, I'm a soldier I ain't the type to fetch ya, ask Stretch, he's my witness Smoke til I'm blitzed, fuck a motherfuckin piss test I'm trigger happy, try to 'tack me and I'll drop you quick Long as I got a clip I got some shit to hit em with The nigga killer I get iller when the shit gets thick My brain flips, I start thinkin like a lunatic I rip shit, came equipped with a bigger crew I thought these niggaz knew, I'm a crooked nigga too (Eazy) Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour (2Pac) Crooked (2Pac) Crooked ass niggaz come in all shapes and sizes They wear disguises, backstabbin's what they specialize in They'll try to getcha, they'll sweatcha to get in the picture And then they hitcha, son of a bitch! Now he's richer Crooked ass nigga.. (Eazy) Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour (Cube) Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like (Eazy) Criminal behaviour Criminal, criminal, crim Crim-criminal behaviour Criminal behaviour, criminal behaviour.. *machine gun fires* (Ice Cube) Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like *machine gun fires* (Ice Cube) Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like *machine gun fires* (Ice Cube) Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like (Eazy) Criminal behaviour Criminal, criminal, crim Crim-criminal behaviour Criminal beha.. crima-crima-crima Crim-crim, criminal behaviour Criminal behaviour.. (Ice Cube) Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like *machine gun fires* (Dr. Dre) Got him! (Ice Cube) Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like *machine gun fires* (Dr. Dre) Got him! (Ice Cube) Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like *machine gun fires* (Dr. Dre) Got him! |
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from 2Pac 1집 - 2pacalypse Now (1991)
Verse One:
Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G Back in the days we played practical jokes on everybody smoked with they locs and the yolks on All through high school, girls by the dozens Sayin we cousins, knowin that we wasn't But like the old saying goes Times goes on, and everybody grows Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways You chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays In many ways we were paid in the old days So far away from the crazies with AK's And though I been around clowning with the Underground I'm still down with my homies from the hometown And if you need, need anything at all I drop it all for y'all, if my homies call Verse Two: It's a shame, you chose the dope game Now you slang cane on the streets with no name It was plain that your aim was mo' cane You got game now you run with no shame I chose rappin tracks to make stacks In fact I travel the map with raps that spray cats But now I don't wanna down my homie No matter how low you go you're not lowly And I, hear that you made a few enemies But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call If you need my assistance there'll be no resistance I'll be there in an instant Who am I to judge another brother, only on his cover I'd be no different than the other H-to-the-O-to-the-M-to-the-I-to-the-E I'm down to the E-N-D Cause it's a fall in no time at all I'm down for y'all, when my homies call Word, if my homies call Verse Three: Well it's ninety-one and I'm livin kinda swell now But I hear that you're going through some hell pal But life makin records ain't easy It ain't what I expected it's hectic it's sleazy But I guess that the streets is harder Trying to survive in the life of a young godfather My homies is making it elsewhere Striving, working nine to five with no health care We both had dreams of being great But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shaped It's fate, it wasn't my choice to make To be great, I'm giving it all it takes Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes I gotta take, my place or fall from grace The foolish way, the pace is quick and great Smiling face, to hide the trace of hate But my homie would never do me wrong That's why I wrote this song, if you ever need me it's on No matter who the foe they must fall Us against them all I'm down to brawl if my homies call |
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from 2Pac 1집 - 2pacalypse Now (1991)
[cutting and scratching]
She's a part time a part time part time She's a (part time mutha) A part time A part time part time She's a (part time mutha) Meet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac Now what's that say about, this big epidemic This hypocritical world, and the people in it Now speaking of in it Cindi loved to get buckwild Fuck with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles That would be cool, if she was your lover But fuck that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother Welfare checks never stepped through the front door Cuz moms would run to the dopeman once more All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal Now I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel So don't even trip, when I flip, with my thirty-eight Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate Word to the mutha, I'm touched When moms come by, niggaz hush or get rushed Maybe one day she'll recover But what will it take, to shake, or break My part time mutha I gotta live with a part time A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) I grew up in a home where no-one liked me Moms would hit the pipe, everynight, she would fight me Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest He's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dress Just another pest, and yes I was nervous Blood sensor tests, I just don't deserve this I wanna tell mom, but would she listen She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix in So... now I lay me down to sleep Lord don't let him rape me If he does my soul to keep Don't let the devil take me Can't concentrate I contemplate in my classroom Thinkin how my step dad, raped me in the bathroom Every day I make class, and yet I'm missing periods The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearing it I gotta tell mom, before she sees me I told her how he G'd me, and she didn't believe me Callin me a slut cuz my butt's kinda big so Still that ain't no way to be talkin to your kids though I can't believe the way you call it Gotta believe in him, and dissin her own daughter Time for me to break and find another That's when I discovered The ways of the days of a part time mutha I got a part time A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) Part time A part time A part time mutha She's a (part time mutha) I rush to tend her, talked as I touch her She blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust her I'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cot She's gone, and I'm thinkin that my game's so strong Pat myself on the back and move on Is this just how it is hell no Cuz she came back with the kid and yo I been payin ever since The clothes the food the cars and oh the rent All of my time gets spent at the workplace No time to kiss her got me list in the first place So I do the dishes and clean the floor When I sleep I can't dream anymore Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha And I, change the diapers and clean the shit The tables are turned I can't take this Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha A part time A part time mutha Now I'm a part time mutha I'm a (part time mutha) A part time A part time Part time Now I'ma (part time mutha) She's a part time A part time mutha He's a part time mutha She's a (part time mutha) A part time A part time A part time Part time mutha A part time A part time mutha Pa-pa-pa-part time Pa-pa-pa-part time... |
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from 2Pac 1집 - 2pacalypse Now (1991)
Rebel, rebel, rebel
(2Pac) They just can't stand the reign Or the occasional pain Of a man like me who goes against the grain. Sometimes I do it in vain So wit the little bass and treble ain't missed a So it's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel. Cold as the devil. Straight from the underground, the rebel alone laughs. They came to see the maniac sychopath. The critics heard of me and the aftermath. I don't give a damn and it shows. A when I do a stage show I wear street clothes. So they all know me: the lyrical lunatic, the maniac MC. I give a shout out to your homies. Maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G. On the streets or on TV, it just don't pay the be a truth tellin MC. They won't be happy till I'm banned. The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man. For point blank in your face, pump up the bass, and join the human race. I throw peace to the Bay. Cuz from the jungle to Oaktown, they backin me up all the way. You know ya gotta love the sound. It's from the rebel: the rebel of the underground. He's the rebel: rebel of the underground (4X) (2Pac) Now I'm face to face with the devil. Cuz they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto. And police brutality, Put you in a nip and call it technicality. So you reap what you soe. So read the wrath of the rebel jackin em up once more. Now the fox is in the henhouse. Creepin up on your daughter, while you asleep I got her sneakin out. Tupac ain't nuttin nice. I'll be nothin how I wanna and do it when I'm gonna. Now I'm up to no good. The mastermind of mischief movin more than most could. So sit and slip into the sound. Peep the rebel: the rebel of the underground. He's the rebel: rebel of the underground (4X) (2Pac) They say they hate me, they wanna hold me down. I guess they scared of the rebel: the rebel of the underground. But I never let it get me. I just make another record 'bout the punks tryin to sweat me. In fact, they tryin to keep me out. Try to censor what I say cuz they don't like what I'm talkin 'bout. So what's wrong with the media today. Got brothers sellin out cuz they greedy to get paid. But me, I'm comin from the soul. And if it don't go gold, my story still get told. And that way they can't stop me. And if it sells a couple of copies, the punks'll try to copy. It's sloppy, don't even try to. I'm a slave to the rythm and I'm about to fly through. Sold yo(ya-yo) to the people in the ghetto. When ya hear the bass roll, go ahead and let go. Now everybody wanna gangbang. They talkin street slang, but the punk still can't hang. By makin records bout violence But when it comes to the real, some brothers go silent. It kinda make you wanna think about That ya gotta do some sellin out, just to get your record out. But 2pacalpyse is straight down. So feel the wrath of the rebel: the rebel of the underground. 2pac is the rebel: rebel of the underground (8X) |
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from 2Pac 1집 - 2pacalypse Now (1991)
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come More than an adversary I'm very quick I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift I'm equipped to kick Grab you coat and you hat, cause I'm prepared to clamp Scared the [???], and caught them mutha-fuckas damp Oh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped Attacking the pacs, I'm kicking the facts for stacks to rap And those that max, relax and let the blacks get jacks I'm getting taxed, my pacs is packed with angry blacks I'm ready to go I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough Getting the hoes [???] Pumping the flow, gangster ho cause the nose knows Check the pose, froze, when you see me close Punks you gonna roast, host, in a cloud of smoke Broke, choked on a rope, and then smoked wrote, crimes that'll bring me bank notes nope, I ain't the type of fella that you use though Kkkkkkicking the funky flava Pumping [???] producers Run for cover when you hear the bass drop One verse is all it takes Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come wicked wicked this way comes wicked wicked this way comes wicked wicked this way comes Something wicked this way come |
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from 2Pac 1집 - 2pacalypse Now (1991)
Ohh shit! Jumped on my man's dick
Heard he had a twelve inch, now the bitch is lovesick Who's to blame, the guy or the groupie? Heard I was down with D.U., now she wants to do me Oooh-wee! This is the life New bitch every night, never tripped off a wife It ain't right, but it's cool how they come quick Don't try to flip with the lip cause I run shit Hip hip, hooray for the AK Spray when I lay competition, what a great day Make pay, next is the wet sex Hexed with the vex now they wreck with the complex I'm set, wonder what I tote, check Bloody as a coat-check, snappin motherfuckers necks Revenge so sweet when it comes from niggaz get done with the drum, watch my foes run Nigga keeps comin when they can't slip Full of that shit, another hit from Tha' Lunatic [Stretch] Yeah, fuck that God! Word up Blowin niggaz out the motherfuckin frame yaknahmsayin? Constantly.. fuck that trick, we ain't havin it [Tupac] Leave me the fuck alone, you gets none of this It's suicidal, you lose your title like Doug-las Cause I'm nothin nice and, I'm icin like Tyson I'm grippin the mic and, my DJ is slicin I'm tired of motherfuckers steppin to me with the SAME OLD Tryin to do me like Nintendo How the fuck you think I ever got this far? By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star Cause I'm out to show, that I'm a dope MC Think crack had you fiendin, wait'll they get a load of me Bitches on my dick, like a motherfuckin 'conda Niggaz wanna flip, let em step, and I'll bomb em See somethin you want, why don't you come and get it And then get waxed and taxed, like the government Then I leave you sittin there, wonder where your money went While your bitch is callin me, tellin me to come again Nigga I'm loc'ed, when I smoke, from the indo But we can be friends though, after you get broke like a window That's what you provoked, and now you're smoked out Lookin like a bitch, cause your whole fuckin posse, broke out Punk motherfucker couldn't roll on He couldn't hold on, game is too strong, nigga Leave me the fuck alone, you gets none of this Feel the wrath.. and revenge of Tha' Lunatic [Stretch] Yeah Tu', tell them motherfuckers, word up We ain't havin it, NONE of that shit!! Bitch ass niggaz, niggaz can't fuck with us Tu', word up Ninety-one, we takin this WHOLE motherfucker over Niggaz got PROBLEMS in ninety-one Ninety-two, and ninety-three and all that other shit, word up! [Tupac] Recognize game when it smacks your bitch I'm back to rip Puttin this on the map with this mackin shit Time will tell if it's made well Well I raise hell and excel cause it pays well Jordan couldn't dunk it any harder, pump it any farther I'm funky, that's word to the father Act like you know 'fore I thump, the bolo Thought you was a pimp, now you're simpin for my solo Oh no, not another new jack, swearin that he's ruthless Ducked, and now he's fucked and left toothless I can hear the fear in your flow, you ain't prepared You're scared and you're bound to go It's somethin, I guess I let the beat keep bumpin Stop trippin off these niggaz cause they ain't about nuttin Or should I say NAYthin Punk put my tape in, fuck all the fake-in I'm sick of the bullshit Come equipped and get ready to rip or get the dick of Tha' Lunatic [Stretch] Ahhhh yeah! FUCK THAT! (the motherfuckin lunatic) YouknowhatI'msayin? Yes Tu'! Tell them niggaz what time it is knahmsayin? (punk motherfuckers, get the dick of the lunatic) Niggaz can't fuck with us, word up Bitch ass niggaz, FUCK EM! [Tupac] Fuck all them niggaz I'm tellin these niggaz that they ain't got.. NAYthin on a nigga like me We squashin these punk motherfuckers in ninety-one ninety-two ninety-three.. and SO on So let the beat FLOAT on While I spray these PUNK BITCHES with these dope ass lyrics Thanks to Poppa for supplyin the DANK Now it's money in the BANK And all y'all niggaz shit STANK compared to this shit.. Fuck y'all punk bitches! Tha' Lunatic [ echoes to fade ] |
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from 2Pac 1집 - 2pacalypse Now (1991)
You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion
Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought Nine millimeter kickin' thinking about what tha streets do to me Cause they never talk peace in tha black community All we know is violence, do tha job in silence Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants Too many brothers daily heading for tha big penn Niggas commin' out worse off than when they went in Over tha years I done alot of growin' up Getten drunk thrown' up Cuffed up Then I said I had enough There must be another route, way out To money and fame, I changed my name And played a different game Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle If one more cop harrasses me I just might go psycho And when I gettem I'll hittem with tha bum rush Only a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed Yo, if your smart you'll really let me go 'G' But keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch tha uzi They got me trapped.... Chorus (Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) They got me trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) Trapped (Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) Trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) They got me trapped Can barely walk tha city streets Without a cop harrassing me, searching me Then asking my identity Hands up, throw me up against tha wall Didn't do a thing at all I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete Coppers try to kill me But they didn't know this was tha wrong street Bang bang, down another casualty But it's a cop who's shot there's brutality Who do you blame? It's a shame because tha mans slain He got caught in tha chains of his own game How can I feel guilty after all tha things they did to me Sweated me, hunted me Trapped in my own community One day i'm gonna bust Blow up on this society Why did ya lie to me ? I couldn't find a trace of equality Work me like a slave while they laid back Homie don't play that It's time I lett'em suffer tha payback I'm tryin to avoid physical contact I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack They got me trapped Chorus (Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) You know they got me trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) Trapped (uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) You know they got me trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) Now i'm trapped and want to find a getaway All I need is a 'G' and somewhere safe to stay Can't use tha phone Cause i'm sure someone is tappin in Did it before Ain't scared to use my gat again I look back at hindsite the fight was irrelevant But now he's tha devils friend Too late to be tellin' him He shot first and i'll be damned if I run away Homie is done away I should of put my gun away I wasn't thinkin' all I heard was tha ridicule Girlies was laughin', Tup sayin Damn homies is dissin you I fired my weapon Started steppin' in tha hurricane I got shot so I dropped Feelin' a burst of pain Got to my feet Couldn't see nothin' but bloody blood Now i'm a fugitive to be hunted like a murderer Ran through an alley Still lookin' for my getaway Coppers said Freeze, or you'll be dead today Trapped in a corner Dark and I couldn't see tha light Thoughts in my mind was tha nine and a better life What do I do ? Live my life in a prison cell I'd rather die than be trapped in a living hell They got me trapped Chorus (Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) They got me trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) Trapped (uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) You know they got me trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) Trapped |
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from 2Pac 1집 - 2pacalypse Now (1991)
They claim that I'm violent, just cause I refuse to be silent
These hypocrites are havin fits, cause I'm not buyin it Defyin it, envious because I will rebel against any oppressor, and this is known as self defense I show no mercy, they claim that I'm the lunatic But when the shit gets thick, I'm the one you go and get Don't look confused, the truth is so plain to see Cause I'm the nigga that you sell-outs are ashamed to be In every Jeep and every car, brothers stomp this I'm Never Ignorant, Getting Goals Accomplished The underground railroad on an uprise This time the truth's gettin told, heard enough lies I told em fight back, attack on society If this is violence, then violent's what I gotta be If you investigate you'll find out where it's comin from Look through our history, America's the violent one Unlock my brain, break the chains of your misery This time the payback for evil shit you did to me They call me militant, racist cause I will resist You wanna censor somethin, motherfucker censor this! My words are weapons, and I'm steppin to the silent Wakin up the masses, but you, claim that I'm violent [Chorus:] [1st occurance:] as written [2nd occurance:] add last three lines again [3rd occurance:] repeat first five lines twice [4th occurance:] repeat first five lines twice [5th occurance:] second to fifth line, first to fifth line [6th occurance:] emphasis on second line, whole chorus [7th occurance:] first three lines only 'They claimin that I'm violent' -> Chuck D [cut and scratched] 'Fuck the damn cop!' [cut and scratched] 'Just because we play what the people want..' 'They claimin that I'm violent' -> Chuck D [cut and scratched] 'Fuck the damn cop!' [cut and scratched] 'Just because we play what the people want..' 'They claimin that I'm violent' -> Chuck D [cut and scratched] 'Fuck the damn cop!' [cut and scratched] [2Pac] The cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me Call me a dope man, cause I rock dope beats Jacked by the police, didn't have my ID I said, 'Excuse me, why you tryin to rob me?' He had tha nerve to, say that I had a curfew (Do you know what time it is? Get out the fucking car, or I'll hurt you!) 'Get out the car... or I'lI hurt you' So here I go, I better make my mind up Pick my nine up, or hit the line-up I chose B, stepped into the streets The first cop grabbed me, the other ripped my seat They grabbed my homie and they threw him to the concrete (Ay man.. aiyyo.. ay man just c'mon ?) ('What you doin man?') They tried to frame me They tried to say I had some dope in the back seat But I'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend My homie panicked ('I'm out') he tried to run (Freeze nigga!) I heard a bullet fire from the cop's gun My homie dropped so, I hit the cop I kept swingin, yo, I couldn't stop Before I knew it, I was beatin the cop senseless The other cop dropped his gun, he was defenseless (? Arrrrggggh, fuck you! Ungggh!) Now I'm against this cop who was racist Given him a taste, of tradin places And all this, cause the peckerwood was tryin this frame up, but I came up Now they claimin that I'm violent [Chorus] [2Pac] As I was beatin on a cop, I heard a gun click (uh-ohh) Then the gun shot, but I wasn't hit I turned around it was my homie with the gun in hand He shot the cop (damn!) now he's a dead man I said, come on, it's time for us to get away (Let's go, we gotta get the fuck outta here) They called for backup, and they'll be on their way Jumped in the car, and tried to get away quick The car wouldn't start (damn!) we in deep shit So we jumped out (C'mon let's take the cop's car) We drove a little ways thinkin that we got far But I looked up, and all I saw was blue lights If I die tonight, I'm dying in a gunfight I grabed the AK, my homie took the 12 gauge Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons And when we through sprayin (audi) then we steppin This is a lesson, to the rednecks and crooked cops You fuck with real niggaz, get ya fuckin ass dropped So here we go, the police against us Dark as dusk, waitin for the guns to bust (What's next man?) What's next, I don't know and I don't care One things fo' sho', tommorrow I won't be here But if I go, I'm takin all these punks with me Pass me a clip G, now come and get me You wanna sweat me, never get me to be silent Givin them a reason, (a reason) to claim that I'm violent... [Chorus (3)] [Chorus (4)] [Chorus (5)] [Chorus (6)] [Chorus (7)] |
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from 2Pac 1집 - 2pacalypse Now (1991)
<< Young Black Male >>
--- 2 Pac ['Hard like an erection...' -- Ed O.G.] Young black male! ['Hard like an erection...'] ['...ain't shit to fool with' -- Ice Cube] ['Hard like an erection...'] Young black male! ['...ain't shit to fool with'] *runs backwards* Young black male! (2Pac) Yes niggaz... yes niggaz... yes niggaz Young black male! ['Hard like an erection...'] Young black male! ['Hard like an erection...'] ['...ain't shit to fool with'] ['Hard like an erection...'] Young black male! ['Hard like an erection...'] ['...ain't shit to fool with'] (2Pac) Go nigga, go!! Verse One: Young black male I try to effect by kicking the facts and stacking much mail I'm packing a gat cuz guys wanna jack and fuck goin to jail Cuz I ain't equipped to stop how I look I don't sell ya-yo They teachin a brother like I was in books Follow me into a flow I'm sure you know, which way to go I'm hittin em out of the dopes So slip on the slope, let's skip on the flow I'm fuckin the sluts and hoes The bigger the butts the tighter the clothes The gimminy jimminy grows Then whaddya know, it's off with some clothes Rowd when the crowd says hoe That let's me know, they know I can flow Love when they come to my shows I get up and go, with skins before When I'm collecting my dough I never respect, the one that I back The quicker the nigga can rap The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat What kind of style is that? The style of a mack, and ready to jack I rendered up piles of black The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack I hate it when real nigga bust They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust I had enough of the fuss I bust what I bust, and cuss when I must They gave me a charge for sales For selling the tales... of young black males Yes nigga, N-I-G-G-A niggaz Ay nigga you can't handle that shit! Pass that man! Hit that shit, that's the shit! It smell like skunk, skunk smell like that nigga momma We ain't nuttin but some low down dirty niggaz Keep it real nigga, fuck you nigga! You ain't givin me near a dime on this real motherfucker Fuck St. Ide's it's an Old E thing baby Strictly some of that Hennesee Can I drink with you fellas? Can I get it on it? Fuck you Capo. You ain't in baby. I tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking all that shit, when I come back, OK? We gonna say who the big mouth, when I come back YOUNG BLACK MALE! |
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from 2Pac 2집 - Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993)
Yeah hehehahaha, we goin platinum nigga! Plaahahatinum.
(Stretch) Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this motherfucker My nigga Apache up in this motherfucker (Verse One: 2Pac) My Mossberg goes boom, gimme room, can I catch it Talkin quick and then I vic just tryin to keep from gettin blasted I had enough I put a hit upon them bastards Boo-yaa! Turned a snitch into a casket Now they after me, prowling for a niggaz bucks Time to see, who's the G, with the bigger nuts Buck buck, big up and livin reckless Niggaz with a death wish step in with a Tec and I'll wet this Yeah this shit is hyper Two to one I'm writing representing and I'm striking like a viper Huh, I got my mind made up, I got my nine Ring the alarm, and strong arm must run Some niggaz need to feel me with a passion I'm old fashioned, run up on me nigga and get blasted With five deadly venomz (Stretch) Yeah 'Pac, fuck that, still hittin em up with that old deadly shit. Aiyyo Treach where you at? Step up and hit they ass up with the wickedness. (Verse Two: Treach) We come to hit you with a sock full of Brooklyn to the Onyx of your nose, punk is funky like skunk blunts Stunk like funk cunt I come to take you on a war rough and rugged route And if another doubts I blow your fuckin mother out And that's the street scarred style I shout I'm-de-MC-wit-de-nasty-mouf, and kick the bitch out Sue me? I pay the lawyer for ya oh boy yeah Plus my style's ten to twenty fuckin pounds more I take you quicker than a picture of a punk ya pickin shit pickin pockets with a razor stoppin Russian rockets Not shoplift, I'm liftin shop Once you sound hot, cause if you ain't a perfect ten my sign is stop! It's twenty mother-crooked-fuckin styles in em Like women I did em I'm in for deadly ready venom (Verse Three: Majesty of Live Squad) Yeah, as I take a puff I get rough, Big Maj To put it on, can't none come tougher see I'm down with the sound of the Squad hard, boom! Breakin em down, I make em see their doom Coming straight from the dome where I roam it's a job to rob and steal and runnin from the coppers Who hold a, boulder, turn the gun controller Started from a punk now to be a high roller Youngest, reckless, crazy, disaster Mac-11 blaster, and I run faster Than a lot of cops I can't be stopped till my head gets popped A lot of fuckin bodies will drop It's a disaster, I'm coming for the blood splatter I make you scatter, leavin trails of brains and bladders Blowin em out the frame with no shame Game tight, drop a body then get out of sight Count my loot after I shoot, leave my kicks up and it's something I don't wanna do, somethin that I never did I try to get him, I think I hit em, I lit him He's out! A poison, a deadly venom (Stretch) Yeah Maj, fuck that! You know how we do. KnowhatI'msayin? Squad in effect, YG'z in effect. Now you know a nigga like me gotta represent (Verse Four: Stretch of Live Squad) Once again, back to rip shit, quick on the flip tip The psycho, represent the real to take the mic flow Deadly, rock a head G, check the melody Niggaz can't touch me when I wreckin G you better flee Cause I'm gifted with a jab and a forty-four Mag So nigga flip or take a trip in a body bag Uhh, boom you slipped up, now you're zipped up Yeah one more statistic, fronted and got ripped up No joke, you be yolk, no matter how it sound We're taking over eight niggaz back to the stomping grounds Line em up single file, dome runnin in em A nigga hit em with the venom, the fourth deadly venom (Stretch) Nigga, yaknowhatI'msayin? Fuck that! I told you, we takin over, yo 'Pac. (Verse Five: 2Pac) Five deadly venomz verse five be the livest Strugglin and strive, keep a nine in my waistline Take mine, you better bury me, G Punk ass niggaz don't even worry me, see I got a glock that say 'Pac run the block Fuck the cops cause my gauge gets me... PAID As I sit and reminesce about the old days Hugging on my AK, fuck getting played, hey I say niggaz need to get they mind right Until they do I pop a clip and grip my nine tight Now it's on everday could be my last day That's why I blast on they ass as I past let the glass spray First you had a mouth full of fronts Now you're mouth's full of chunks, Pac's out puffin blunts Deadly venomz (Stretch) Hahaha, yeah pass that shit over here. Apache bout to clean shit up. (Verse Six: Apache) Throw up your middle finger! Start the track for the maniac Only thing I'm givin out is black donuts and dirty backs Let me tell how you rough I get I pop shit behind your back get in your face and pop the same shit You can't get in because my gate's bigger I'ma snake nigga My act guards me so hard I pull the fuckin trigger I'm a section to clinch your porch is like a pinch Test a rhyme I'll knock your hairline back an inch Fuckin up pooh-butts, cut em like cold cuts Choke em with my boot lace, then leave em hangin like old nuts Clip up and move out, time to get em That's the results of fuckin with the fifth venom in denim (Stretch) Yeah, yaknowhatI'msayin? Five motherfuckin deadly venomz, in effect for ninety-three ninety-four ninety-five all that other shit. We takin this motherfucker over this larger hit. YaknowhatI'msayin? Follow us, come along. YaknowhatI'msayin? We takin this motherfucker over. TRUST. We out. |
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from 2Pac 2집 - Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993)
Guess who's back?
(2Pac) Drop the drums, here it comes, only got two minutes to bounce, and every second counts Better press, wreck on your tech, here we go, set pass the Moet My trickery's more slippery when wet Wicked as I flip, don't trip, get a grip It'll kick, if the bass line's thick, it's a hit Everybody's got a mic now, its like a hobby But more like a job, cause bootleggers tryin to rob me And little man wants to be a rap, star Make papes, hit skins, drive a fat car It ain't easy, sleazy even Decievin those we, believe in No benefits, just tricks and chicks Knock a pig to pick, so here's a stick to lick I shoot a gift, til there ain't none left And if I find that the track sound deaf I catch wreck till I lose my breath That's how it goes in the land of broke I dispose of those, rock shows, and collect my dough Now I suppose I'm the bad guy, why? I say, Hi, and try to stay high Life's a mess don't stress, test.. of givin but be thankful that you're livin.. blessed Guess who's back, comin back with the track supplied by Special Ed and Ak, comin right and exact I'm fightin it back, now snap, where they at? When it's time to go to combat, guess who's back Chorus: repeat 4X Yes I'm back -> Special Ed Tupac is .. back!! (2Pac) Drop the drums, here it comes, only got one minute to bounce, and every second counts I went from hustlin dicks, to makin hits, bustin flicks Now I'm sure to be rich for ninety-six I pull my 'capes on tapes, and make, papes Trace the bass, to the tape with the baddest bass to date I try to shake it but the pace is hard to break Good thoughts I wait, cause they hate my black take Yeah, it's on, and it's packed in the rap race But if ya got a black face, its a rat race I struggle to be rugged and raw, Dukes Tryin to survive in the trials and lawsuits Everybody wants to test me, why me? No lie, nuckas cried when they try me Givin up the roughness, justice I'ma bust as I'm rippin up 'nuff hits And guess who's back? No longer trapped Cause I snapped on the ones that held me back, feel the contact Ride the track, get I grip as I flip Ghetto wickedness I kick, guess who's back? Chorus 1.5X Yes I'm back, cause I never did front -> cut 'n' scratched |
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from 2Pac 2집 - Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993)
Aww yeah, uhh, uhh
Holla if ya hear me, yeah! (Verse One) Here we go, turn it up, let's start From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe We can have peace someday G But right now I got my mind set up Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up Cause it's time to make the payback fat To my brothers on the block better stay strapped, black And accept no substitutes I bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole school Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week Now we got him in a smash, blast How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash Until then, raise up! Tell my young black males, blaze up! Life's a mess don't stress, test I'm givin but be thankful that you're livin, blessed Much love to my brothers in the pen See ya when I free ya if not when they shove me in Once again it's an all out scrap Keep your hands on ya gat, and now ya boys watch ya back Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'ma tell ya Mess with the best and the vest couldn't help ya Scream, if ya feel me; see it clearly? You're too near me - (Chorus) (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (Verse Two) Pump ya fists like this Holla if ya hear me - PUMP PUMP if you're pissed To the sell-outs, livin it up One way or another you'll be givin it up, huh I guess cause I'm black born I'm supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on But it's time for a new plan, BAM! I'll be swingin like a one man, clan Here we go, turn it up, don't stop To my homies on the block gettin dropped by cops I'm still around for ya Keepin my sound underground for ya And I'ma throw a change up Quayle, like you never brought my name up Now my homies in the backstreets, the blackstreets They feel me when they rollin in they fat jeeps This ain't just a rap song, a black song Tellin all my brothers, get they strap on And look for me in the struggle Hustlin 'til other brothers bubble - (Chorus) (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! (Verse Three) Will I quit, will I quit? They claim that I'm violent, but still I keep representin, never give up, on a good thing Wouldn't stop it if we could it's a hood thing And now I'm like a major threat Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget Bring the noise, to all my boyz Know the real from the bustas and the decoys And if ya hustle like a real G Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya hear me Learn to survive in the nine-tre' I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay Whatever it takes to live and stand Cause nobody else'll give a damn So we live like caged beasts Waitin for the day to let the rage free Still me, till they kill me I love it when they fear me - (Chorus) (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (2Pac) You're too near me, to see it clearly (repeat 4x) (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (repeat 2X) "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." "Hard!" .. "The rebel" "Hard!" .. "The rebel" (repeat 12X to fade) (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "The rebel" |
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from 2Pac 2집 - Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993)
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 2집 - Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993)
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 2집 - Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993)
(Man)Got any last wordz?
(Ice T)Yeah, yeah I got some last wordz Once again it's on Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house the nigga you love to hate (ICE CUBE) Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror the para-noid, gots to get the boy Get your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits, styles guns my uzi wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton bucking down one, bucking down two, bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you Pigs wear blue I wear black, nothing but black Cause god damn its a brand new payback Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga on tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag the nigga the sag the forty four mag. got you runnin' like a fag So, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokes Cuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs No yokes but smokes Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for the cars Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house (Ice T) O to the mutha fuckin G I break crazy a lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me mutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can't stop me Uhh, am I a G, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up Hit the mob dope So whats up Punk You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shot Your moms crying fuck her bust her Bitch start screaming to me and I'll dust her Pops got the LP phat, track on hit Laid by the mutha fuckin' Bobcat Ninety three suckas want me to go out Throw the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm rich Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Got any last wordz (Tupac) Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas black Sit back Ain't afraid to pull a triggar back Let 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker (Boom, Boom) Mama ain't raised no suckers Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets? Mutha-fucker rednecks all the same Feel a real nigga if he ain't balled and chained That's why we burn shit and wreck Cause the punk police ain't learned shit yet You mutha-fuckas gonna pay the price Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life It's on, the next real nigga fall dead Dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head Be prepared for the smoke to bust What niggas need to do is start loc'in up United we stand divided we fall They can shoot one nigga But they can't take us alll Let's get along with the Mexicans And we can all have peace on the sets again Imagine that if it took place (ha ha ha) Keeping the smile off their white fakes I ain't racist but lets trade places Trace the hate 'n face it One nigga teach two niggas three teach four niggas And them niggas teach more niggas And when we blast That'll be the biggest blast you've heard And them is my last wordz |
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from 2Pac 2집 - Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993)
Daddy's home...
(2Pac) Heh, so?? You say that like that means somethin to me You've been gone a mighty long motherfuckin time for you to be comin home talkin that "daddy's home" shit (nigga) We been gettin along fine just without you Me, my brother, and my mother So if you don't mind, you can step the FUCK off, POPS.. fuck you! (2Pac) Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night Please send me a pops before puberty the things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity Moms always work, I barely see her I'm startin to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her It's a wonder they don't understand kids today so when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way And I hope that he answers me I heard God don't like ugly well take a look at my family A different father every weekend Before we get to meet him they break up before the week ends I'm gettin sick of all the friendships As soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick How can I be a man if there's no role model? Strivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle I'm so sorry... (Chorus) I'm so sorry for all this time (I'm so sorry) for all this time for all this time (don't lie) I'm so sorry for all this time (so, sorry) for all this time for all this time, so sorry baby! (Wycked) Moms had to entertain many men Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again I'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother Moms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father Should I stay or run away, tell me the answer Moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff Moms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities Instead of takin care of me, he'd rather live lavishly That's why I'll never be a father; unless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother (That's when I started hatin the phony smiles Said I was an only child) Look at mama's lonely smile It's hard for a son to see his mother cry She only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys I'm so sorry... (Chorus) I'm so sorry for all this time for all this time for all this time I'm so sorry for all this time for all this time (so sorry) for all this time, so sorry baby! (2Pac) Man child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes Moms was the only one there my pops was a no-show And ohh -I guess ya didn't know that I would grow to be so strong Lookin kinda pale, was it the ale oh pops was wrong Where was the money that you said, you would send me talked on the phone and you sounded so friendly Ask about school and my welfare but it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares You think I'm blind but this time I see you comin, Jack You grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin back Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart So don't even start with that "wanna be your father" shit Don't even bother with your dollars I don't need it I'll bury moms like you left me all alone G Now that that I finally found you, stay the Fuck away from me You're so sorry.. (Chorus) I'm so sorry (so sorry) for all this time (so, so sorry) for all this time (I'm so so sorry) for all this time (fuck that!) I'm so sorry for all this time (no) for all this time (so sorry) for all this time, so sorry baby! (Tupac - impersonating his father) I never meant to leave but I was wanted Crossed too many people every house I'd touch was haunted Had to watch the strangers every brother was in danger If I was to keep you breathin, had to be out of range-a Had to move, one to lost my name and pick the number Made me watch my back I had no happy home to run to Maybe it's my fault for being a father livin fast But livin slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass Hindsight shows me it was wrong all along I wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong It took a little longer than I thought I slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts Now I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand all I ever wanted was for you to be a man and grow to be the type you was meant to be Keep the war fightin by the writings that you sent to me I'm so sorry... (Chorus w/ variations til end |
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from 2Pac 2집 - Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993)
So what the fuck you talkin about?! Aw, shit.
Goody, goody, gumdrops. Nigga, get your hoodie and your gun cocked. Rock it till the drum stops. Hip hop. Even if my shit flip flop And it probably wouldn't stop. Talk shit and get socked. How ya hang em? Know a realer nigga? You could bring him. If I don't represent the shit, I'll kick it. We could sway him. As if I know ya. Huh. Then I could show ya. But if I don't know, I gotta fo' fo' fo' ya. So, so peep game At point blank range. The fame can't change what the game maintains. Strange. Wind against the grain. Aw shit. Flick or no flick I trips for no bitch. Catch up on your pimpin. I ain't simpin. I'm a dis her. Couldn't be my sister if she actin like I missed her. Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me. Don't these niggas know that neither one of y'all can fade me. I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't diesel. But fuck wit Tupac and pop goes the weesel. Me and Threat made a bet on how many fellas Would jack a motha fuckin real nigga cuz they jealous. They do it for the fame. Explain. Insane. What's in a name? What's in a name? Peep game. Chorus: Punk bitch, how ya like me now? Can't fuck around wit the funky style. Put it together like a puzzle builder. If Trenton don't get cha, pops gon' kill ya. Killa Cali. The state where they kill. Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill? The bitches lookin funny. Feel em at me. Feel em at me wit they minds on they heaven Wit they .357. -Where you at? *On the freeway, deep in LA. -OK, see you when get here loc. *OK. -Here I am. Here I am. *Goddamn that was quick. -Told ya I was comin. Who is that? Is that your woman? *Na, that's just a hooch looking for some juice. -What's up my nigga? What ya know? A nigga got a little bigger. That's all folks know. No Fat gold ropes. Gotta keep a low key for my attack. When I approach, I want the diamonds, the pearls. The round the way girls. Cuz baby got, baby got back out this world. Would you give a fee? Never. Fly like a feather. Make more money than your daddie and your mother put together. The game is to be sold, not to be told. So buy it. Can't afford it? Low budget hoes gotta brother. Peep game. Chorus Don't sell out. Get the hell out. Cuz here I come. Hit em with my bop gun. They came and they blast. We got wit they ass. And oh, pop this vest and all the rest of that mess. Comin through like Terminater 2. Boost your crew cuz we ain't afraid of you. You know what time it is wit me once the clock stike 3. We goin coo-coo like Cocoa Puffs. ooohwee Chorus Time to get paid, time to get paid. Check. Time to represent the west. On me: nuttin but a vest. Got my hands on my glock, eyes on the prize. First sucka jump, first nigga die. Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya. Hard as a boulder. Motha fuckin souja. Boom bam boom!! It's a stick up. Vice president Dan Quayle eat a dick up. Peep game. Chorus 2x (Spoken by Tupac) Punk bitch Fuck all those motha fuckas, they all can eat a motha fuckin dick up. Word up. Fuck the police. I don't give a fuck. Bobcat in this motha fucka boy. Big up! Big up! To the criminals. Fuck em. this is serious business. Yeah, microphone mafia. Tupac, Threat, Bobcat. 93 shot. Yeah nigga, bitch |
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from 2Pac 2집 - Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993)
"You could get the finger.. the middle!" (1}
"Come and get some!" (2} (2Pac) Ahh yeah, they love to point the finger (1} (2} Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch (1} (2} Niggaz love to point the finga Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch (1} (2} (2Pac) I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point the finga I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops I brought proof that the niggaz need guns too It's not to be a racist, but let's face this: wouldn't you if we could trade places? I got lynched by some crooked cops, and to this day them same motherfuckers on the beat gettin major paid But when I get my check they takin tax out So, we payin for these pigs to knock the blacks out Ain't that a bitch, some officers are gettin rich Whoopin on thugs and robbin drug dealers for they shit As far as jealousy, bein a celebrity No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me And the media is greedier than most You could sell em your soul or they'll be on ya til a niggaz ghost And everyday I read the paper there's another lie They show my picture for the crimes of another guy Now how's that for the life of a big shot A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot I play them nuttin ass marks in the park for tryin to earn they stripes in the dark Just cause I come there, don't mean I from there, peep: only jealous motherfuckers beef, and point the finga Chorus: repeat 4X Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch (1} (2} (2Pac) As I run up on em madman, a nutcase with a screw loose A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies Niggaz run to me don't come to me with beef Take your jewels and your jeep, boom boom! Let that ass sleep It's gettin hectic, niggaz run, quick Buckshots are the payback for dumb shit All you niggaz on the block tryin to test me Best wear a vest or get open like, sesame I'll run up on you mad deep; while you're tryin to sleep I'm steady pumpin bullets in your sheets Wake up, motherfucker, don't stutter Point blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah! Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme, mine Ban my rhymes, now I'm back to bustin, nines And bustaz can't get none, hell no A quick flurry and he's buried with a swelled jaw I came up from the amateurs to pro hits at 5-0, so you know I take no shit And everybody wants to kill a bringer of bad news, so they choose, to point the finga Chorus (2Pac) One two three, peace to the real G's Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me I bring skills and I build, kill at will Smoke sess til I'm ill, still feel me? I say one two three, peace to the real G's Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me Pick it up, pick it up, give it up Best to duck or get fucked for your bucks Scream one two three, peace to the real G's Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me I can't give up, it's a black thang And I ain't goin back to the crack game (You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run) Bitches, let em point the finga (You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run) Snitches, let em point the finga Yo, one two three, peace to the real G's Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me I guess nobody loves a rap singer That's why these motherfuckers.. (hahaha!) point the finga Chorus Chorus Chorus 3/4 |
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from 2Pac 2집 - Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it.
Roll up and get swoll up. Hold up. How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut? I ain't came a long way to get checked So give me respect when I get wreck or get your motha fuckin chimp check. Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland. Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open. Say your looking for some real shit. Then catch a funkdified batch. Like that!! Oakland's on the map. Tupac is on the big screen strivin. Gotta love a nigga for survivin. I wear alot of old schools jewels. Look how the fools ??. Ooohh. Stop lookin at me hard cuz your buffer. But I'll just buck then bigger motha fuckas. Turnin men to suckas. Niggas wanna start a little ruckus. Better duck cuz I'll be poundin them motha fuckas. They wanna throw their hands up. Thats tight. Hit em wit my eight. Never had shit left, right. Then hit em wit the uppercut. Duck quick. Shit outta luck. Fucked and stuck with that rough shit. Fuck a pop song, fuck a video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio. Do you hear me though? Give a holla to my niggas in the pen. And my murderous partners with their Mac 10's. I represent the real cuz I'm ill, G. Glock cocked and then they kill me. I'm representin'. I got a head, but ain't no screws in it. Strictly Representin I got a head, but ain't no screws in it. Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one Mary J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son. Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah. Too Short, Tony Toni Tone, And the Special motha fucka, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest, and Jungle Brothas. Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube. House of Pain: funky blunted ass white dudes. Cypress Hill, yeah, they ill niggas. Digital Underground: my real niggas. Raw Fusion, all in house confusion. Wickeder than most men: Spice 1 and Pooh Man. TLC, Eric B rockin, then Scarface. Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin the scars bass. Thoro Headz, Poonannynans, the Click. Mmmm. E-40, The Governen and Richie Rich. Young Guns in the house pumpin the flava. DJ Ditch for their behavior. Off the head, my freestyle flow. Just a couple of motha fuckas that I know. I'm strictly representin I got a head, but ain't no screws in it. Yeah Stricly Representin 1 motha fucka, 2 motha fucka, 3 motha fuckas, Damn, who did I forget? But aint no screws in it I'm a soulja. Daddy was a soulja. Strong in the struggle. Must contend so it's on. Raised in a house full of bad motha fuckas. Mad motha fuckas. Never had so we grab from the stacked motha fuckas. Now they know me, the homies. Raised by some crazed ass well payed OG's. Ah shit! Pulled up in a benzy, snatch. The wheel as I peel out. Catch a cop's tail. Rock shells hit. Raise a fist so they know to make a hit. Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it. Huh. To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it. It's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you wit it. Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip shit. Now they wanna maime me. (Told ya) All I wanted to be was a soulja. Bang bang boogy it's stick up. Quit now nigga, eat a dick up. I'm representin |
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from 2Pac 2집 - Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993)
(*laughter echoes*)
I've changed... You motherfuckers kill me I've changed... It ain't that i've changed But it's strange how you motherfuckers rearrange When I found fame Point ya finger at tha bad guy You know what my momma used to tell me If ya can't find something to live for.. .. then you BEST, find something ta die for (Richard Pryor: "If there's hell below, we're all gonna go!") (*Repite the above throughout*) Deep deep La'tasha Hardings, remember that name... Cause a bottle of juice... ain't something to die for Young Quaid, remember that name... Cause all you motherfuckers That go to your grave with that name on your brain Cause jealousy and recklessness is NOT, something to die for All you niggas out there (*echoed laughter*) Got a crack that crumbles When I say all you niggas (all you niggas) Unite One nigga, teach two niggas Four niggas teach more niggas All the poor niggas The pen niggas The rich niggas The strong niggas UNITE There's more of us than there is of them Look around... Check your strip Deep deep That's something to die for Black That's something to live for What do I know? |
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from 2Pac 2집 - Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993)
(dorky sounding white guy)
Mr. Shakur, can you please explain the meaning behind your violent lyrics? (2Pac) Explain the meaning? The fuck these niggaz talkin bout? * sounds of running and sirens in background * (Kid) Damn... (Cop) Police, FREEZE! (Kid) Can't get shit off! (Cop) I said FREEZE you miserable black son of a bitch! (Kid) What, come on, come on! * gun shot * --(Pac): Tupac Shakur as himself --(Soul): Tupac Shakur as 'Souljah' (Soul) My attitude is shitty My message to the censorship committee Who's the biggest gang of niggaz in the city? (Pac) The critics or the cops? (Soul) The courts or the crooks, don't look so confused Take a closer look (Pac) Niggaz get they neck broke daily Tryin to stay jail free (Soul) What the fuck does Quayle know of young black males? (both) Please tell me (Soul) Message to the censorship committee Who's the biggest gang of niggaz in the city? (Pac) Huh, I pack a nine millimeter cause I got em livin hotter than the 4th of July, if I gotta die, I gotta (Soul) Momma told me, Don't let em fade me.. (both) .. nigga don't let em make you crazy! Game is what she gave me (Pac) Gotta watch your back, strapped (Soul) Real niggaz rat-pack (Pac) If you get your ass taxed, bring a gat back That's not the way we made it (Soul) That's just the way it is (both) Slangin rocks, in front of niggaz kids (Pac) I came up My message to the censorship committee Who's the biggest gang of niggaz in the city? Cops pull me over, check my plates, but I'm legal (Soul) You couldn't get me, figure, Fuck with a niggaz people (Pac) They got me trapped, gat with the motherfuckin hammer back (Soul) Cops on my back, just cause I'm black, SNAP (Pac) Now I'm guilty? Message to the censorship committee Who's the biggest gang of niggaz in the city? (both) All you punk police will never find peace on the streets til the niggaz get a piece, fuck em! (Soul) They kill you to control ya (PAY) top dollar for your soul (both) Real niggaz don't fold, straight souljah! (Pac) Can't find peace on the streets til the niggaz get a piece, fuck police, hear them screamin Fuck em! Can't find peace on the streets til the niggaz get a piece, fuck police, hear them screamin (I hear ya!) Fuck em! Can't find peace on the streets til the niggaz get a piece, fuck police, screamin (I hear ya!) Fuck em! Can't find peace on the streets til the niggaz get a piece, fuck police, screamin (I hear ya!) Fuck em! Can't find peace on the streets til the niggaz get a piece, fuck police (I hear ya!) Fuck em! Can't find peace on the streets til the niggaz get a piece, fuck police (I hear ya!) Fuck em! Can't find peace on the streets til the niggaz get a piece, fuck police (I hear ya!) The niggaz scream fuck em! (Soul) Motherfuckin punk police (I hear ya!) Thinkin they run the motherfuckin streets It's mo' niggaz than it's police Think (I hear ya!) One nigga, teach two niggaz teach three niggaz, teach fo' niggaz (I hear ya!) teach mo' niggaz, and we could run this shit! (both) I hear ya! They finally pulled me over and I laughed Remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass (I hear ya!) (repeat 10X with snips and scratches) (Soul) Souljah |
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from 2Pac 2집 - Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993)
['Pac speaking]
Yo 'Law! Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one? Yeah! Mr. Fuck-a-Cop is BACK.. and I still don't give a fuck, yaknahmsayin? Puffin on this indo.. in the studio with my partners out here Pacific Heights in the house, know what I mean [2Pac] I was framed, so don't make the same mistake, nigga You gotta learn how to shake the snakes, nigga Cause the police love to break a nigga Send em upstate cause they straight-up hate the niggaz So what I do is get a crew of zoo niggaz Straight fools into rules and do niggaz And one-time had enough of me I'm still raw so the law can't fuck with me They wanna send me to the pen, punk picture that I stay strapped motherfuckers better get your gat It ain't easy bein me I can't take it Life as a celebrity ain't everything they make it And ever since the movies, these hoes try to do me If they can't screw me, they find a way to sue me Now can you picture me coolin, at a night club? Nothin but love, but motherfuckers wanna mean mug Since I wear a lot of gold, they plot Don't know what I got, and get shot with the hot ones And aww yeah, I wanna feel guilty but you punk motherfuckers tried to milk me You'll get smacked behind the hill with my phone on my pager It's beepin while I cut you with my razor I'm not violent, I'm petrified and nervous I got no mercy for these niggaz tryin to serve us But if you catch me outta pocket, then I'm got You love to shoot a nigga but you scared to pop a cop Now drop it Chorus: 2Pac Strictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my niggaz Strictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my niggaz Strictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my niggaz Strictly for my niggaz makin G's [2Pac] Reflected and disrespected, plus I'm rejected You're just another rapper, who swears he's makin records That's what they said - whenever I would walk by I never tripped though - always kept my head up high Eventually, I knew that I would find my way After the darkest night, always comes a brighter day And some would say, that turned away is all you'll get I just said, 'bet,' and never let 'em see me sweat Cause in the end, I knew that I would have it all while non-believers, were prayin for my downfall And some would call, and tell me that they wish me well but in my heart, I'm knowin that they wish me hell Yo get a real job, rappin doesn't pay the rent I hate the studio cause that's where all my money went Never surrender, it's all about the faith you've got Don't ever stop, just push it til you hit the top And if you drop, at least you know you gave your all Be true to you, and that way you can never fall But beware, these backstabbers ain't no joke Just like a rope, they hang on you until you're broke And when you're broke, they move onto the next dope And there you are, can't even pay your car, nope And when you reminisce, thinkin how you got dissed remember how it felt, and then remember this Be true to you, believe that there's no one bigger Cause they can all suck dick - it's strictly for my niggaz Chorus [2Pac] (This is) This is for the critics if you live up Pick up my shit or I'll be back doin stickups I better see five stars next to my picture If not, Tupac will cop the glock and come knockin to getcha I told you once motherfucker I'm a nut Play me like a butt and you'll be bleedin when you're fucked Niggaz know what's up but they be tryin to hold me down I'm comin outta Oaktown, bitch fuck around And it ain't where you from that makes you hardcore Nigga it's the way you throw them thangs in the war And to the marks that be talkin all that shit Screamin out the next nigga's name like a bitch And the niggaz that I ran into recently The motherfuckers at the club that pulled the piece on me You little bitches shoulda pulled the fuckin trigga Now you live in fear of a heartless-ass nigga Mr. Troublesome; niggaz tried to play me with the gat but like Terminator nigga, I'll be back Yeah! And I'll be back with a fuckin army You tried to harm me -- ruh-ring the alarm G! Cause most motherfuckers love to act up without they backup, when they get jacked up they crack up It's strictly for my niggaz at the show so they know, not to play me like a ho (ho!!!) Strictly for my... Chorus 3X (continues afterwards, breaking into ad libs) |
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from 2Pac 2집 - Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993)
Eat a dick up
Chorus (Rakim): Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... still don't nothin move but the money (2x) Verse One: Live Squad Strugglin, jugglin, got it to the black man Eatin the scams like I was motherfuckin Pac Man Cops step off, you know the flavor They fear the ruffneck niggaz with the lunatic behavior And now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet Stabbin for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin streets It's like a madness, fuck making gravy I rhyme and do crimes, cuz either way pays me A little rough with a hardcore... theme Couldn't rough something rougher in your... dreams Mad rugged so you know we're gonna... rip With that roughneck nigga named 2Pacalypse Representing YG'z yo Flip Stretch Homicide and my nigga Gambino Seek and Po can't forget Money Bags Stickin up spots and jumpin in Jags Gotta get ahead and always stay bumblin And always keep a hand on the gat Cuz a niggaz straight strugglin Chorus (Rakim): Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... still don't nothin move but the money (2x) Verse Two: Live Squad I used to be on tour, but now I'm sick of strugglin I thought about bumpin, but mother-fuck jugglin I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker But I'd rather use my gun cause I get the money quicker, so bust it Look as I cut the records hard to eject A quick clip threw my body down uhh! it's another hit I got energy to blast now you want the task here Cuz of the light a motherfucker shot that ass up But rugged and rough is how I'm steppin Mac is the weapon, and it's always kept in Eye on the Mac cause the dog got it goin on If you come up steppin you'll be lit like a hick So you better chill, cause I got too much money to get A street thug in the motherfuckin house, I'm strugglin Get drunk but I don't think I'm just in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch When I yank up my gun, don't run don't bitch Cause ya know if you do, you'll be layin in a ditch You'll get your stupid ass blown out the frame Cause I'm playing to win, and survive in the game I'm strugglin Chorus (Rakim): Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... still don't nothin move but the money (2x) Verse Three: 2Pac Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang Ain't nothin changed set it off I let the brains hang Guess who's back, to put niggaz on they back Till I call back, niggaz runnin free better fall back I'm fifty niggaz deep beat sleep with a Mossberg wrapped in my seats three deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young Gunz Strugglin and strivin, that's how the dough come Now get gunned by the one with the gun for the low goal Throw a bolo so low when I flow yo Much too high to read the signs, I'm blind Clickin on the nine, out to get mine I go big up, big up, gotta make the room, boom Blowin motherfuckers to the moon Niggaz need to feel me a real G, home from the bumblin See me on the block, strugglin And rollin with the roughnecks nuff checks cashed I get in niggaz ass, blast Straight strugglin Chorus (Rakim): Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... still don't nothin move but the money (Repeats) |
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from 2Pac 2집 - Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993)
Growing up as an inner city brotha
where every other had a pops and a motha I was tha product of a heated lover Nobody knew how deep it screwed me and since my pops never knew me my family didn't know what ta do with me was I somebody they despise curious look in they eyes as if they wonder if i'm dead or alive poor momma can't control me quit tryin' ta save my soul, I wanna roll with my homies a ticken timebomb can't nobody fade me packin' a 380 and fiendin' for my mercedes suckers scatter but it don't matter i'm a cool shot punks drop from all tha buckshots tha fools got i'm tired of being a nice guy i've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why so they label me a lunatic could care less death or success is what I quest cause i'm fearless now tha streetz R Deathrow Chorus (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow I just murdered a man, i'm even more stressed wearin' a vest hopein' that their aimin' at my chest much too young to bite tha bullet hand on tha trigga I see my life before my eyes each time I pull it I hope I live to be a man must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state penn counting pennys over tha years I'd done stacked many proven wrong those who swore i'd wouldn't live till twenty now they gotta cope since it's tha only thing I know it's difficult to let it go i'm startin' to loose my hair cause I worry hustlin' to keep from gettin' buried but now I gotta move away now cause these suckers wanna spray where I lay down my homie lost his family and snapped shot up half tha block to bring them back tha streetz R Deathrow Chorus (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') (like it ain't nothin') i'm dangerous when drunk I only drink beer gin makes me sin unable to think clear heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close BOOM BOOM BOOM got me shooting at a ghost some call me crazy but this is what you gave me amongst tha babies, who raised up from tha slavery I sport a vest and hit tha sess to kill tha stress moved out west and I invest in all tha best those who test will find a bullet in they chest put ta rest by a brotha who was hopeless grow up broke on tha rope of insanity how many pistols smoking coming from a broken family i'm sick of being tired sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed tired of hearin' these voices in my head tha streetz R Deathrow Chorus (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') this goes out to my partners in tha Live Squad (like it ain't nothin') and all my homies out there involved in that 187 watch your back... (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') There got to be a better way... (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') There's too many of us in tha cemetary (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') I love it when they fear me come on, what we gonna do now (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') I love it when they fear me tha streetz R Deathrow |
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from Thug Life - Thug Life: Volume 1 (1994)
(2Pac)
Yeah Pour out a little liquor for your homies nigga This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie (Light up a fat one for this one) How you come up man? I started young kickin dust and, livin rough You watch you mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss man I had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five We drinkin forties, lil' shorties livin naughty lives You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, F**K the coppers Hangin on the block, slangin rocks and makin profits I couldn't f**k with the schhhoooollll life, I was a fool I'll play that motherf**ker for a toooollll man Tonight'll be the night that's what we figurin Hustlin in the rain felt no pain cause we drinkin Playin them hoes like manure First let my nigga f**k and then I f**k that's how we do it (ha ha!) It's two niggaz comin up out the hood livin life just as good as we could But since a bitch can't be trusted Hoes snitched to the po-lice, now my nigga's busted The cops whoopin on my nigga in jail tryin to get a motherf**ker to tell And couldn't nobody diss my nigga Damn, I miss my nigga Pour out a little liquor! "My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" (4X) This goes out to all you so called G's Pour out a little liquor for your real motherf**kin partners Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh Pour out a little liquor Pour out a little liquor What's that you drinkin on? Drinkin on gin, smokin on blunts and it's on Reminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and gone And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry Cause I'm losin all my homies and I worry I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle Boxin with them suckers til my knuckles turn purple Mama told me, "Son there'll be days like this" Don't wanna think so -- I hit the drink and stay blitzed We had plans of bein big time G's Rolling in marked cars, movin them keys And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo Get to' down for my niggaz in the pen, yo Your son's gettin big and strong and I'd love'm like one of my own, til you come home and the years sure fly with the quickness You do the time, and I'll keep handlin yo' business That's the way it's supposed to be Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for me Homie, I can remember scrapin back to back Throwin dogs on them suckers runnin up on this young hog I hope my words can paint a perfect picture And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya Pour out some liquor! "My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" Look at you Drinkin got you where you don't even give respect to your partners Pour out some liquor nigga! It ain't like that Tip that shit over Pour out a little liquor! "My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" (4X) This for my nigga Madman Dagz, Hood, Silk yeah A little liquor for my homies y'all We in this motherf**kin piece YEAH Pour out a little liquor Young Queen, YEAH This one goes out to all my mack partners Back in the motherf**kin Bay Oaktown still in the motherf**kin house (Pour out a little liquor) My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na (I don't care, Nighttrain, Henessey) All my real motherf**kin partners (Pour out a little liquor) And all my real partnas in Marin, f**k you busta ass niggaz Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor!! |
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from Bad Boys (나쁜 녀석들) by Mark Mancina [ost] (1995)
(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 3집 - Me Against The World (1995)
(2Pac)
Whassup? It's 2Pac. Can you get away? Let me come swoop you up. (girl) You know I got a man. (2Pac) I know you got a man but he ain't gon' mind if I take you out. (girl) Of course he gon' mind. (2Pac) Let me take you to lunch. I'll have you back before he even get home; before anybody see. (girl) I can't. (Aww c'mon!) He ain't gon' let me. (2Pac) Pleeeeeease... (girl) Nah. (2Pac) Oh aight. What's wrong with your eye? Why you got on glasses? (Verse One: 2Pac) Ever since I met ya I could beat depression It's like your man don't understand, all he does is stress ya I can see your state of misery from the introduction Ain't bout no suckin and touchin, just harmless discussion Maybe we can see a better way, find a brighter day Late night phone conversations -- would that be OK? I don't wanna take up all your time, be the next in line Tell me your size, let me find you things with you in mind I can see you're cautious and I'm careful not to scare you But anticipation of love makin got you shakin when I'm standin near you News of precision will prepare ya In case you get scared, just ask the man in the mirror Now the picture's getten clearer all he does is hit you hard I tell you to leave, and you tell me keep my faith in God I don't understand, I just wanna bring ya home I wonder should I leave you alone and find a woman of my own All the homies tell me that you don't deserve it I contemplate -- but in my heart I know you worth it Tell me can you get away? Ebony, can you get away? C'mon.. let's go.. can you get away? Can you get away? (girl) So much pressure in the air (2Pac) I know, I know (girl) And I can't get away (2Pac) Just for a little while love (girl) I'm not happy here (2Pac) I know it's hard but, can you get away? (girl) So much pressure in the air (2Pac) Let's go man, get up outta there .. can you get away? (girl) And I can't get away (2Pac) Do you love him? (girl) I'm not happy here (2Pac) Do you love that man? (Verse Two: 2Pac) Could it be my destiny to be lonely? And checkin for these hoochies that be on me cause they phony But you was different -- I got no need to be suspicious Cause I can tell -- my life with you would be delicious The way you lick your lips and shake your hips got me addicted I'm sittin here hoping that we can find some way to kick it Even though I got your digits gotta struggle to resist it Slowly advance and miss my chance not to miss it You blow me kisses when he ain't lookin, now your heart's tooken My only wish is that you change your mind and he get shook Wanna take you there but you scared to follow, come see tomorrow Hoping I can take you through the pain and sorrow Let you know I care -- that someone's there for your struggle Depend on me, when you have needs or there's trouble I wanna give you happiness and maybe even more I told you before, no time to waste we can hook up at the store Can you get away? (girl) So much pressure in the air (2Pac) I know it is (girl) And I can't get away (2Pac) Yeah you can (girl) I'm not happy here (2Pac) You ain't happy huh ..can you get away? (girl) So much pressure in the air (2Pac) I know.. is he beatin on you? (girl) And I can't get away (2Pac) Did he punch you? (girl) I'm not happy here (2Pac) Throwin you around the house? (Verse Three: 2Pac) I see you remiscin and I hope you listenin In the position to pressure and offer competition Me and you -- was meant to be my destiny, no longer lonely Cause now it's on for you and me, all I can see A happy home, that's my fantasy But my reality is problems with your man and me What can I do? Don't wanna lose you to the sucker Cause if he touch ya, I got some drama for that busta Don't wanna rush ya -- but make your mind up fast Nobody knows -- on who controls will it last, before I ask I hope you see that I'm sincere, and even if you stay with him today I'm still here I refuse to give up -- cause I believe in what we share You're livin in prison and what he's givin can't compare Cause everything I feel for you I wanna let you know Passion it be yours and I'll never let you go Tell me can you get away? (girl) So much pressure in the air (2Pac) Can't get away.. why? (girl) And I can't get away (girl) I'm not happy here (2Pac) Let me take you away All I really know, can you get away? (girl) So much pressure in the air (2Pac) Man.. (girl) And I can't get away (2Pac) Course you can get away (girl) I'm not happy here (2Pac) If you really wanted to get away you could get away (Outro: 2Pac) You ain't got to go through all this drama and this stress with this old half a man, yaknowhatI'msayin? I ain't tryin to put you in a position where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything you need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you He beatin on you and shit; look how you look She motherfuckin wanna be with that nigga, yaknowhatI'msayin? Shake that sucker to the left Let me show you what this life is really about YaknowhatI'msayin? You need to be on first class Need to be goin to Hawaii, seein the world Seein what this world got to offer you Not goin to, yaknowhatI'msayin? The emergency room, gettin stitches cause this nigga done got jealous Don't cry, it's all good (girl) Can you take me from here? (2Pac) Shake that man, get away (girl) Can you take me from here? I'ahhhhhm unhappy here And I need you to show me love Because it's so much pressure now And I neeeeed to get awayyyheyyyeahhh |
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from 2Pac 3집 - Me Against The World (1995)
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 3집 - Me Against The World (1995)
Child: Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?
Mother: I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window with that fuckin' AK all day You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't, you don't do a goddamn thing I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive In the city where the skinny niggas die If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry I expect retaliation in a hurry I see death around the corner, any day Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway Strugglin' and strivin', my destiny's to die Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help me Got me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain't healthy Am I paranoid? Tell me the truth I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot Ran out of endo and my mind can't take the stress, I'm out of breath Make me wanna kill my damn self, but I see death around the corner Chorus (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner, the pressure's getting to me I no longer trust my homies, them phonies tried to do me Smoking too much weed, got me paranoid, stressed Pack a gat and my vest, under my clothes when I dress Here's hopin' I die the way I lived, straight thuggin' Huggin' my trigger for all them niggas that was buggin' My homie told me once, don't you trust them other suckers They fought like they your homies but they phony motherfuckers And even if I did die young, who cares All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares I got homies in my head who done passed away screamin', please Young nigga, make Gs I can't give up, although I'm hopeless, I think my mind's gone All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner Chorus I was raised in the city, shitty Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty Drinkin' liquor out my momma's titty And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household, And drinking liquor til' you out cold And tho' I'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow Bustin' on them niggas till they gone How many more jealous ass bitches, comin' for my riches Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless, them bitches will start shit Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch No more game for free, please explain to me Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see? Murderin' now but see me later man, as for my pops I got homies that will hunt you til you drop I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G And gettin' high was a way of gettin' free I see death around the corner Chorus This is for all the real mothafuckin' niggas out there I know you ain't scared to die We all gotta go, ya know ? A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes And make sure he handles his motherfuckin' business Y'all niggas stop acting like pussies out there, all right (Movie bites) I'm tired off getting ripped off by guys like that I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want that son of a bitch dead, I want him dead I want him dead, I don't care |
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from 2Pac 3집 - Me Against The World (1995)
(2Pac)
Haha, what you say? Who you callin rapist? Ain't that a bitch You devils, are so two faceted Wanna see me locked in chains, dropped in shame and gettin stalked by these crooked cops a-gain Fuckin with the young black male, tryin to stack bail and umm, stay away from the packed jails I told the judge I'm in danger and that's why I had that fo'-five with one in the chamber Fuck the world! Chorus: 2Pac (They tryin to say that I don't care) I woke up screamin, Fuck the world! (They tryin to say that I don't care) Just woke up and screamed, Fuck the world! (They tryin to say that I don't care) Uhh, I woke up and screamed, Fuck the world! (They're tryin to say that I don't care) Just got up and screamed, Fuck the world! (2Pac) When I was comin up rough that wasn't even what you called it That's why I smoke blunts now and run with alcoholics I'm gettin, threats to me, comin from my enemies And, in they dreams it's, Hell where they sendin me Have I, lost control or just another soul A car full of motherfuckers when we roll Sippin on yak as I sit back (YES!) life as a big mack Brothers come up and say, You did that? (uhh, uhh, uhh) Never take yo' eyes off the prize, and even if you gettin high don't ever hesitate to try Cause you can fall off or stay ballin, niggaz we all in And them my motherfuckers callin (ohh, ohh, ohh) Fuck the world! Chorus: 2Pac (They tryin to say that I don't care) I woke up and screamed, Fuck the world! (They tryin to say that I don't care) Just woke up and screamed, Fuck the world! (They tryin to say that I don't care) I got up and screamed, Fuck the world! (They tryin to say that I don't care) I woke up and screamed, Fuck the world! (They tryin to say that I don't care) (2Pac) Man, fuck the world.. Damn, they wanna label me a menace cause I'm sittin here sippin on Guinness Weighin 165, and these tricks should die for bein jealous of a brother when he rides I can see it in yo' eyes, you wanna see a young playa fallin They hate to see a nigga ballin Some of you suckers is rottin, plottin on what I got And then you wonder why I shot him (boo-ya!) Stop givin game for free, you wanna hang with me like being a thug is the thang to be? But I got love for my homies, the G's and macks And if you're black, you better stay strapped Nigga, fuck the world! Chorus: 2Pac (They tryin to say that I don't care) I woke up and screamed, Fuck the world! (They try to say that I don't care) I woke up and screamed, Fuck the world! (They tryin to say that I don't care) Got up and screamed, Fuck the world! Haha, fuck the world! Fuck it I hear my niggaz screamin fuck the world! (2Pac) They wanna know if I claim the click, that I'm hangin with and if I'm down with this bangin shit Well homie I don't give a fuck if you Blood or Cuz Long as ya got love for thugs But don't try to test me out, stall that Homie this is Thug Life nigga and we all strapped I been through, Hell and back, and if I, fell black then it's, back to the corner where we sell crack Some of you niggaz is bustas; you runnin 'round with these tramp=ass bitches, don't trust her But don't cry, this world ain't prepared for us A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust Fuck the world! Chorus: 2Pac (They tryin to say that I don't care) I woke up and screamed, Fuck the world! (They're tryin to say that I don't care) I woke up screamin, Fuck the world! (Uhh!) (They tryin to say that I don't care) I woke up screamin, Fuck the world! (Yeah what's goin on y'all?) (Uhh, uhh, uhh..) Fuck the world! (I don't care.. I don't care, I don't care!) |
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from 2Pac 3집 - Me Against The World (1995)
(Lady Levi)
Oh, you tink life is yours? Life ain't na somethin you can rap with Ooh come na ordinary game Da game na somethin you can rap with Me's a player you know? I do not, play in no game Me just, make money, dollars, everytime seen? Verse One: 2Pac Now how can I explain how this game laced, plus with this fame I got enemies do anything to break me, my attitude changed Got to the point where I was driven, twenty-four/seven Money's my mission, just tryin to make a livin These busta tricks don't want no mail They spendin they riches on skanless bail who'll stay petrified in jail It's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket Jealous-ass, playa-hatin but we still kick it Always keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police Seen so much murder, neighborhoods gettin no sleep But still, I get my money on major, continuously Communicatin through my pager, know me Don't have no homies cause they jealous, I hustle solo Cause when I'm broke I got no time for the fellas, listen Ain't nothin poppin 'bout no work, I ain't no joke Fuck what they say and get your dough (Game's been good to me) Heavy in the game (Lady Levi) Who da bumba claat him a come try take mine? Oooh, me see you rushin up (Game's been good to me) I throw 'im blood claat P.M. to A.M. All, all da bumba come ya take dis ting for ya take dis ting for joke? (I don't care what it did to them The game's been good to me) Oh! Dat's right Verse Two: Richie Rich Well lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of stuff.. Certain wanna stick to the game, yousea trick to the game Waitin upon your turn, so when will you learn? Ain't no turns given, be twistin and takin it Puttin they sack down, then puttin they mack down Me myself I hustle with finesse yes I'm an Oakland baller Rule number one: check game, and fo' sho' you gon' respect game Be yo' own, meanin buy yo' own dope Cause that front is punk, somethin I never funked with Be true to this game and this game will be true to you That's real; disrespect, see what this here do to you That jackin and robbin, despisin your homie ain't healthy, endin up dead 'fore they get wealthy But not me though, I'm sewin somethin major so what I reap is boss -- that's why my public status is floss Went from a, young gangsta livin residential to a, young gangsta workin presidential (Game's been good to me) (Lady Levi) Me boy Tu-pac ALWAYS look good You know that's true 'im look good every time Ooh, war? Step up (Game's been good to me) Can yi know I'm servin up blood claat playin yi games Ooh, we take game, we WON (I don't care what it did to them The game's been good to me) Any by now, all, yi haffa forget fi we WON Everytime Verse Three: 2Pac I'm just a young black male, cursed since my birth Had to turn to crack sales, if worse come to worse Headed for them packed, jails, or maybe it's a hearse My only way to stack mail, is out here doin dirt Made my decisions do or die, been hustlin since junior high No time for askin why, gettin high, gettin mine Put away my nine, cause these times call for four-five sales cause life is hell and everybody dies What about these people I despise -- them loud talkin cowards shootin guns into crowds, jeapordizin lives Shoot em right between them thugz eyes, it's time to realize follow the rules or follow them fools that die Everybody's tryin to make the news, people confused Quit tryin to be an O.G. and pay your dues If you choose to apply yourself, go with the grain and come the riches and the girls and the fame Heavy in the game (Game's been good to me) (Lady Levi) Boy, ya nah bitch! Major that's true we look good everytime when we at Beers Diamond and Tupac drives vintage car (Game's been good to me) And fi dem frame dem look good, oh no? This whole world ya call on gonna mass on a face (I don't care what it did to them The game's been good to me) For any, section of bumba ras claat, oh! Flush it! .. Oh! Nobody wan come test me y'know true dem we a drive pretty car Wanna no part of any ting and now you wan come drown a gun But ya see we know, you haffa show 'im MAXIMUM respect for when a blood claat run or when a pussy walk up we look good everytime Nuff dollars, DOLLARS Y'know about dollars dem right? But we nah talk no shit We haffa walk de walk for we a talk, see it? Cause action, action speak louder dan words You know da record! Don't blood claat ting at ALL |
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from 2Pac 3집 - Me Against The World (1995)
A coward dies a thousand deaths
A soldier dies but once [Verse One] They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherfuckers ’fore they get you Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G’s My enemies scatter in suicidal situations Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfuckers is bold But y’all some hoes, the game should be sewed I’m sick of psychotic society somebody save me Addicted to drama so even mama couldn’t raise me Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn’t reach me I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps I’m duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I’m clutchin my glock Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight [Chorus] If I die tonight (repeat 3X) |
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from 2Pac 3집 - Me Against The World (1995)
(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 3집 - Me Against The World (1995)
Keepin it real
Verse One: 2Pac I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other side Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry A damn shame, when will we ever change And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain Arguements with my Boo is true I spend mo' time with my niggaz than I do with you But everywhere it's the same thang, that's the game I'll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uhh It ain't easy, that's my motto Drinkin Tanqueray straight out the bottle Everybody wanna know if I'm insane My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games And all the drama got me stressin like I'm hopeless, I can't cope Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high Watchin the cops roll by It ain't easy... that's right Chorus: 2Pac It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free (repeat 3X) Verse Two: 2Pac I can't sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while I'm dreamin Wake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers schemin Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizin A brother bite the bullet, open fire and I died I wonder why this the way it is, even now Lookin out for these killer kids, cause they wild Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin Doin twenty to life in San Quentin Gettin calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain't nuttin nice Yo 'Pac, do something righteous witcha life And even thou you innocent you still a nigga, so they figure Rather have you behind bars than triggers But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin shots Til I see my niggaz free on the block But no it ain't easy, hahahah Til I see my niggaz free, on the block, oh It ain't easy Chorus 2.75 Verse Three: 2Pac Lately been reminiscin bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks It's the project kid without a conscience, I'm havin dreams of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers through the years tryin to stack a little green I was only seventeen, when I started servin fiends And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar So my apoli', casue these hard times make me wanna holler Will I live to see tommorrow, am I fallin off? I hit the weed and then proceed to say fuck all of y'all Ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin, I can't go home Cause muh-fuckers think I'm buggin, so now I'm in this high powered cell at the county jail Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what do I do in these county blues Gettin battered and bruised by the you know who And these fakes get to shakin when they face me Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me Sittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggaz yell Tryin to torture em to tell, I'm gettin mail But ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts is makin bucks while these sluts is gettin fucked They violated my probation, and it seems I'll be goin on a long vacation, meanwhile It ain't easy No it ain't easy Chorus Chorus |
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from 2Pac 3집 - Me Against The World (1995)
(2Pac)
Damn, another funeral, another motherfucker Lord knows * 'Pac is choking on blunt smoke * Lord knows * coughing harder * Lord knows * one final cough * I smoke a blunt to take the pain out And if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out I'm hopeless, they shoulda killed me as a baby And now they got me trapped in the storm, I'm goin crazy Forgive me; they wanna see me in my casket and if I don't blast I'll be the victim of them bastards I'm loosin hope, they got me stressin, can the Lord forgive me Got the spirit of a thug in me Another sip of that drink, this Hennesey got me queasy Don't wanna earl, young nigga take it easy Picture your dreams on a triple beam, and it seems don't underestimate the power of a fiend To my homies on the block slangin rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box When you're runnin from the cops -- and never look back If they could be black, then they would switch Open fire on them busta-ass bitches, and Lord knows... (Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) Lord knows * coughing again * (He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) The Lord knows * still coughing * (He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) The Lord knows (He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) I wonder if the Lord will forgive me or bury me a G I couldn't let my adversaries worry me and every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest and still a nigga stressin over death If I could choose when a nigga die, figure I'd take a puff on the blunt, and let my trigga fly When everyday it's another death, with every breath, it's a constant threat, so watch yo' step! You could be next if you want to, who do you run to? Murderin niggaz, look what it's come to My memories bring me misery, and life is hard in the ghetto, it's insanity, I can't breath Got me thinkin, what do Hell got? Cause I done suffered so much, I'm feelin shell-shocked And driveby's an everyday thang I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin game and Lord knows... (Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) Lord knows (He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) Lord knows! (He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) The Lord knows (He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) One-time! One-time! Fuck the five-oh cause they after me Kill me if they could, I'll never let em capture me Done lost too many niggaz to this gangbangin Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin, fucked up! I had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie and he knew it when he shook and died, my God Even though I know I'm wrong man Hennesey make a nigga think he strong, man (heh heh) I can't sleep, so I stay up, don't wanna fuck them bitches Try to calm me down, I ain't givin up I'm gettin lost in the weed, man, gettin high Livin everday, like I'm gon' die (gon' die, gon' die) I smoke a blunt to take the pain out, and if I wasn't high probably try to blow my brains out Lord knows... (Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) Lord knows! (He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) Lord knows.. Jesus.. (He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) (He is listening! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) (Lord knows.. Lord knows.. he he.. he.. he.. heeee...) (Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) (Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) (Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) (Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!) |
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from 2Pac 3집 - Me Against The World (1995)
(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 3집 - Me Against The World (1995)
Here we go; we gonna send this one out to the old school
All these motherfuckers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island Queens, and all the motherfuckers that laid it down, the foundation ya kno what I'msayin? Nuttin but love for the old school That's who we gon' do this one for, ya feel me? What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way (repeat 3X) Nothin like the old school/ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz LL raisin' hell but, that didn't last Eric B. & Rakim was, the shit to me I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D And Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane when De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game I can't explain how it was, Whodini Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was Them block parties in the projects, and on my block You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic Remember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember Way back, the weak weed they had Too many seeds in the trey bag I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin' With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin' 'Cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, Why them niggas swearin'? I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber breakdancin to Melle Mel Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti Be careful don't let the transit cops see me It ain't nuttin like the old school! (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end) It ain't nuttin like the old school Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school ... Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party? Member how fuckers used to go, Is Brooklyn in the house? and motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm) I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes? Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that? Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window? (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...) The ice cream truck, member all the mother... Member the italian icey's yo? Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down with the coconut icey's and shit? I came through the door, said it before That was the SHIT! |
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from 2Pac 3집 - Me Against The World (1995)
(Tupac)
That's right nigga you gotta get your papers in this motherfucker I ain't mad at ya at all (damn) Aiyyo, what the fuck you wanna be when you grow up RahRah? (RahRah) Nigga, is you stupid, I wanna be a motherfuckin Outlaw (Tupac) That's right nigga, hahaha.. housin these hoes, you feel me? (RahRah) Aight, knowhatI'msayin? (Tupac) You got to do that shit, keepin it real nigga or what? (RahRah) Keepin it real! (Tupac) How old are you nigga? (RahRah) I'm eleven (Tupac) Cause all I see is, murder murder, my mind state preoccupied with homicide, tryin to survive through this crime rate Dead bodies at block parties, those unlucky bastards Gunfire now they require many closed caskets Who can you blame? It's insane what we dare do Witnessin evil that these men do, bitches sin too In fact they be the reasons niggaz get to bleedin For the fuckin fire when I leave em, you shoulda seen em Hostile hoes catch elbows (beotch!) and foes disposed of and snitches get dealt with, with no love Body bags of adversaries that I had to bury I broke the law and they jaw, all in the same flurry But never worry, they'll remember me through history Causin motherfuckers to bleed, they'll label me a * Chorus * Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (They came in to sin) Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (Dear God, I wonder could you save me?) (Tupac) Before I close my eyes I fantasize I'm livin well when I awake and realize I'm just a prisoner in hell Just as well, cause in my cell I'm keepin pictures of these bastards Excersisin, visualizin, everyone inside a casket Picture me blasted, surrounded by niggaz in masks Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass Will I last? Heaven or Hell? Freedom or jail? Shit's hard, who can you tell? and if we fail? High speeds, and thai weed on the freeway When will they learn to take it easy? Uh Drivebys and niggaz die, murder without a motive by making motherfuckers fry Got me runnin from these coward-ass crooked-ass cops Helicopters tryin to hover over niggaz till we drop Got no time for the courts, my only thought is open fire Hit the district attorney, but fuck that bitch, cause she's a liar Now it's time to expire, I see the judge, spray the bitch "Motherfuckers is crooked," is what I scream, and hit the fence I commence to get wicked, spittin rounds as the plot thickens Never missin an early grave is my only mission If I die, never worry, bury me beside my four-five May God forgive me, I was high, label me a * Chorus * (Dramacydal) Society lied to me, I ain't never gonna try to be My mob'll be doin robberies, and stickups on these wannabe's I witnessed niggaz lose they chest For ordinary reasons niggaz bodies put to rest So I just.. swallow my Beck's and holla, "Fuck em!" And if I'm next.. just let a nigga step with somethin I ain't fearin nuttin Young and thuggin, prepared for bustin if that's my destiny Ready for whatever, see you niggaz can't get the best of me (hold me down) Definitely no need for askin (now we mashin) Top speed (smokin weed) blastin (biotch!) Cause when I bust em they gonna shiver, the killer squad soldiers Got bodies floatin' in the river, what is they sayin? Talkin bout prayin -- they need to stop, that ain't gon' help These niggaz sprayin up my block, tryin to take my wealth * Chorus 2X * (Tupac) Fuck the judge, I gotta grudge Punk police, niggaz run the streets Hahah, it ain't nuttin but muuuuzik Shit's changed 1995 the game has changed, motherfuckers is actin REAL strange The rules is all rearranged You got babies lyin dead in the streets These punk police is crooked as me but all I see is motherfuckers actin less than G's Stop bein a playa-hater, be a innovator nigga Fuck that shit, don't be no entertainer and a stranger Be a real motherfucker keep it real pack that steel Cause you know these streets is real deal Muh'fuckers wanna see me in my casket Jealous, motherfuckin bastards I never die, thug niggaz multiply Cause after me is Thug Life baby Then the young thugs Then the youngest thug of all my nigga RahRah |
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from 2Pac 3집 - Me Against The World (1995)
'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 3집 - Me Against The World (1995)
Yo Mo Bee main, drop that shit!
Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy You know what time, boo-yaow I know it's time for you So grab one by the hand youknowhatI'msayin And uhh, throw up that finger Ay yo yo yo throw y'all fingers up! Thug style baby, Thug style y'know? Verse One: Tell me baby are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya I can help ya if ya only, let me touch ya If I'm wrong love tell me, cause I get caught up and the life I live is Hell see, I never thought I'd see the day when I would calm down, you ain't heard I've been known to clown and Get Around, that's my word See you walkin and you lookin good, yes indeed Got a body like a sex fiend, you're killin me witcha attitude to match right, don't be phony cause I hate when you act like, you don't know me I've be stressin in the spotlight, I want the fame but the industry's a lot like, a crack game Ain't no time for commitment, I gotta go Can't be wit you every minute miss, another show And even though I'm known for my one night stand Look here, I wanna be an honest man, but temptations go... Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy Throw up the finger! And all my homies go.. Give them the finger! Ya know what baby it's like *singing* I know you've been searchin for someone To make you happy, and get the job done You say you need it, a man with money But I can't be there, and will you still care Verse Two: Will I cheat or will I be committed, heaven knows Gettin weak and I wanna hit it, so here I go in my ride and I'm all in, gettin high I can hear the people callin, I'm passin by Everybody knows I'm ball-in, and to God Gotta keep myself from fall-in, but it's hard All the cuties know I'm under pressure, what do I do Gettin shaky when she pull the dress up, and say it's cool Should I stroke or should I wait a while, you decide If you tell me that you don't want it, that's a lie Move close and let me whisper, some dirty words in your ears as I kiss ya, on every curve Slow down baby don't rush, I like it slow Can't hold it any longer, so let it go Open the gates, do you wanna fall up in heaven Don't worry, I let myself in, all I heard was... Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy Give em the finger! All my homies go.. Throw your fingers up! That's just the Thug in me girl, you know Peep out all my homies, y'know, it's like *singing* I know you've been searchin for someone To make you happy, and get the job done You say you need it, a man with money But I can't be there, and will you still care Verse Three: A lot of people think it's easy, to settle down Got a woman that'll please me, in every town I don't wanna but I gotta do it, the temptation got me ready to release the fluid, sensation sit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand Cause even Thugs get lonely, understand Even the hardest of my homies need attention Catch you blowin up the telephone, reminiscin I wanna take you to the movies, and the park Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the dark Now that it's passion, hold me tight Don't need lights, I can see you by the moonlight I know your man ain't lovin you right You're lonely and depressed you need a Thug in your life Enough talkin, you want me to leave, I'll get to walkin See you later, cause baby I'm a player, and all I heard was Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy Give em the finger And all my homies go.. yo this how we gonna do this in the nine-trey y'know? Throw your fingers up Y'know? They gonna peep this, this how we run game on you *singing* Everybody, heyy, alright Heyy, heyyyeah, heyyyayyy, ohh (2Pac) All my niggaz go Uptown in the Give em the finger! Throw your hands up Give em the finger! |
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from 2Pac 3집 - Me Against The World (1995)
I wanna dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford
and all other lil' young niggaz that's in a rush to be gangstas As a young nigga, I'm almost swellin in the wind Give anythang, to be that innocent again, when I was ten I didn't bang but I was hangin with the homies tell them niggaz started slangin that they don't know me I got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn't pay me Lately I've been tryin to make a bill-ion, can you play me with that jealousy they need to miss me, don't sweat me If them cowards really want me, come get me, and even I someday will die but I'm cautious, I'm fin' to ride Put down the top, now we flossin Hit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window Workin with a twenty sack of indo, feelin good Stop through the hood, grab the young thugs And I can't help but reminisce back when we slung drugs, know it's bad but all we had was our hopes and dreams Couldn't see unless we learned to slang dope to fiends as young niggaz He's the kind of G like everybody knows As a young nigga He's always G'd up, from head to toe My memories as a young nigga Always got it blown like Al Capone Young nigga He's the downest G I've ever known Back in Junior High, when we was barely gettin by, when daddy died That's when my momma started gettin high My neighborhood was full of drivebys, couldn't survive All our homies livin short lives, I couldn't cry Told my momma if I did die, just put a blunt in my casket let me get my dead homies high Come follow me throughout my history, it's just Me Against the World stuck in misery; as a young nigga My only thing was to be paid Life full of riches avoid snitched cause they shady, back in the days We always found the time to play, but that's before they taught them gangbangers how to spray Not just L.A., but in the Bay and in Chicago and even St. Louis Every stadium that I go, when will they change? Stuck in the game like a dumb nigga Remember how it was, to be a young nigga He's the kind of G like everybody knows As a young nigga He's always G'd up, from head to toe My memories as a young nigga Always got it blown like Al Capone Young nigga He's the downest G I've ever known I'm tellin you.. .. to be young, have your brains and have every ? and all that Yo, y'all niggaz don't know how good you really do got it Muh'fuckers need to just calm down and peep what the fuck they wanna do for the rest of the life 'Fore you end your life before you BEGIN your life You dumb nigga Now that I'm grown, I got my mind on bein somethin Don't wanna be another statistic, out here doin nuttin Tryin to maintain in this dirty game, keep it real and I will even if it kills me, my young niggaz break away from these dumb niggaz Put down the guns and have some fun nigga, the rest'll come nigga Fame is a fast thang, that gangbangin puttin niggaz in a casket, murdered for hangin at the wrong place at the wrong time, no longer livin Cause he threw up the wrong sign, and every day I watch the murder rate increases, and even worse the epidemic and diseases, what is the future? The projects lookin hopeless, where more and more brothers givin up and don't care Sometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed and I proceed to blow the track up, for young niggaz He's the kind of G like everybody knows For these young niggaz He's always G'd up, from head to toe My memories as a young nigga He always got it blown like Al Capone Take it slow nigga, it's for the young niggaz He's the downest G I've ever known As a young nigga He's the kind of G like everybody knows He's always G'd up, from head to toe Memories as a young nigga He always got it blown like Al Capone He's the downest G I've ever known (Pac talking overlaps singing last four lines) This go out to the young thugs, the have-nots (you know) Little bad motherfuckers from the block (that's right) Them niggaz that's thirteen and fourteen Drivin Cadillacs, Benzes and shit (I see you boy) Young motherfuckin hustlers (make that money boy) Stay strong nigga You could be a fuckin accountant, not a dope dealer youknowhatI'msayin? (Go to school nigga, go to school) Fuck around and, you pimpin out here You could be a lawyer (really doe) Niggaz gotta get they priorities straight (Don't see Johnny Cochran out in this motherfucker) Really doe.. young niggaz.. little RahRah (sup nigga) Especially my little cousins don't be no dumb guy (Don't be a dumb nigga, listen, young niggaz) *singers freestyle and skat to the end of the song* |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
(Tupac) They say
Intro/Chorus: (B-Legit) Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin (C-Bo) Where I can pile up my chips (Richie Rich) And niggaz call me a timer (Tupac) I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin (E-40) Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin (Tupac) That's right, that's right boy start that shit off Verse One: 2Pac I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized Picutes of me in my final stage you know Mama cried But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find Why I spend most of my time on California crime Watching for thievin I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead Why the fuck you cowards be runnin, too scared to fight a G For the life of me, I cannot see How motherfuckers picture livin life after a night of fuckin around with me And if you don't like this rhyme then bring your big bad ass to California, cause we ain't hard to find (B-Legit) Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin (C-Bo) Where I can pile up my chips (Richie Rich) And niggaz call me a timer (Tupac) I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin (E-40) Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin Verse Two: C-Bo, B-Legit I got my locs on hard hat goin to war Breakin them off on sight, stoppin lives like red lights Watch em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers And get to dumpin on they ass, like the last outlaws Rich, Tupac and the Click, smokin blunts, loadin clips With enough shit to raise your block in one dip We bring on horror like Tales From the Crypt And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick I'm fully automatic full of static and shit Movin Dodge van fifty rounds in the clip I'm ridin shot gun with the tint in the back I'm plan to have a motherfuckerin mint in this rap I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O Where sellin narcotics is all I know I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kind And if you need a motherfucker I ain't hard to find Some may call me Bootsy, but I call it timin That's while I keeps on grindin (that's right) to the point where a nigga can't stop Too much feelin this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch Whether it's a nigga or a hoe, a hoe get in my way, then that ass gots to go Cause a nigga steady plottin I serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep droppin (B-Legit) Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin (C-Bo) Where I can pile up my chips (Richie Rich) And niggaz call me a timer (Tupac) I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin (E-40) Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin (Tupac) C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich (E-40) Da Bay, beitch! Verse Three: E-40, Richie Rich Down the steps Abandonded broken down apartment complex Heavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scary Playboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama play Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitate Best shake and bake although mine was first to ask niggaz Motherfuckers didn't think I wasn't going do somethin, ask niggaz Threaten your life, ain't like you love him Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him Check this out I grew up with that nigga, threw up with that nigga I hear he tryin to ride, double-edgin for the other side But now, my glock be so judgemental Back seat of a rental keep my name out your dental Nigga, if your gum bleedin, and you needin mo' than twenty sticthes, you behaved like dem bitches Sideways to the race Heavy in the game, check the resident it's all the same Nigga, and we ain't hard to find (Tupac) Hell nah we ain't hard to find (C-Bo) The whole clickilation fool (E-40) Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch (Tupac) Why them niggaz actin like they can't find us like like they can't see us and like we don't be at the same spots they be at It's the same congregation, Young Pac is back YouknowhatImean? (C-Bo) Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit It's a celebration, Young Pac is back (E-40) Motherfuckers better understand this shit (Tupac) Ay D-Shot nigga can we get paid man? Can we just go there and sock this shit up? Hey, we smokin, and we ain't hard to fine Drinkin and shit, fuckin with some hurricane (E-40) A motherfucker's gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa (Tupac) You suPPOSED to Sideways to the next light... |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
Ahh yeah
Yeauhh! It's all about you, one time! I'ma say it's all about you baby, yeah Haha, for the bitches that think it's all about you It's all about you This Dru Down in the house, with my boy 'Pizznac YouknowhatI'msayin? It's all about you Yeah I'm gon' say it's all about you but you know I'm lyin though, hah! Yeauhh 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 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 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! Every other city we go, every other |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
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 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
(I won't deny it
i'm a straight ridah you don't wanna fuck with me got tha police bustin' at me but they can't do nothin' to a 'G') (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle) My Ambitionz az a Ridah My Ambitionz az a Ridah So many battlefield scars while drivin' in plush cars cause life as a rap star is nothin' without God was born ruff and rugged addresen' tha mad public My attitude was 'fuck it' cause muthafuckers love it to be a soulja must maintain compose at ease tho' life is complicated only what you make it to be and my ambitionz az a Ridah catch her while she's hot and horny go up inside her then I spit some game in her ear go to the tele ho you put what money in a benz ? cause bitch i'm barely broke i'm smoking bomb ass weed feeling crucial from playa to playa the game's tight tha feelings mutual from hustlen' them friends to breakin' mothafuckers to payin' I got no time for these bitches cause these hoes tried to play us I'm on a meal ticket mission wantin' me so i'm wishin' comepetition got me rich on that bullshit they stressin' (Booyah!) I'ma ride tho' clown ho's like it's manditory no guts no glory my nigga bitch got tha game started now it's on and it's on because I said so couldn't trust a bitch in the business so I got with Death Row Now these money hungry bitches gettin' suspicious started ploten and planin' on schemes to come and twist us but thug niggas be on point and game tight (yeah) Me, Syke and bulldogs rapped up tha same night got problems ? then handle it Muthafuckers see me these niggas is jelous cause deep in they hearts they wanna be me yeah, now ya got me right beside ya hopein' ya listenin' I catch ya payin' attention to my Ambitionz az a Ridah (I'm a straight ridah, you don't wanna fuck with me) My Ambitionz az a Ridah (Got tha police bustin' on me, but they can't do nuthin' to a 'G') |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
<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 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
California...knows how to party
California...knows how to party In the city of L.A. In the city of good ol' Watts In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rockin We keep it rockin Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb a*s hemp beat The state where ya never find a dance floor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearin sa*soon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way Dre puttin it down for California Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it mama Shake it Cali Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it shake it shake it... Out on bail fresh outta jail California dreamin Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearin hoochies screamin Fiendin for money and alcohol The life of a west side playa where cowards die Only in Cali where we riot now rallies are live and die In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right) Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews Famous cause we program worldwide Let'em recognize from Longbeach to Rosecrans Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's west side So you know the row 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 L.A. From Oakland to Sacktown The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love Now make it shake... Uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha Frisko, Frisko Hey, you know LA is up in this Pasadina, where you at Yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good Even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side Cause you and I know it's tha best side Yeah, That's riight West coast, west coast Uh, California Love California Love |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
The blind stares
of a million pairs of eyes lookin' hard but won't realize that they will never see the P (You must be goin' blind) give me my money in stacks and lace my bitches with 9 figures real niggas fingers on nickel plated 9 triggas Must see my enemies defeated i'm cashin' while they coked up and weeded open fire now them niggas bleedin' see me in flesh and test and get your chest blown straight out tha west, don't get blown my adversaries cry like ho's open and shut like doors is you a friend or foe ? nigga you ain't know ? they got me stressed out on Death Row i've seen money but baby I got to gets mo' you scream and go '2Pac' and I ain't stoppin' till i'm well paid bails paid now nigga, look what hell made visions of cops and sirens niggas open fire buncha Thug Life niggas on tha rise until I die ask me why i'm a Boss Playa gettin' high and when i'm rollin' by Niggas Can't C Me The stares of a million pairs of eyes and you'll never realize You can't C Me.. Been getten worried that these square muthafuckers with nerves sayin they can get with us but picture me gettin' served My own mama say i'm thuged out my shit be bumpin out tha record store as if it was a drug house my lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood nigga what ? It ain't nothin but a party when we thug and there I was a young nigga with heart ain't had shit to loose pullin' my pistol on them fools you know the rules D-R-E you got me heated my words like a penatentary dick hittin' bitches where it's most needed money and weed Alazay and Hennesse To my Thug niggas in lock down witness me bail on these ho's in floss mode tha life of a Boss Playa fuck what ya thought tho' my enemies deceased die like a bitch when my album hit tha streetz Niggas Can't C Me Niggas Can't C Me (Which way did he go George) (Which way did he go) (Which way did he go) (Which way did he go) You niggas made a mistake you shoulda never put my rhymes with Dre them Thug niggas have arrived and it's Judgement Day Hey Homie if ya feel me Tell them tricks that shot me that they missed they ain't killed me I can make a muthafucker shake rattle and roll i'm full of liquor thug nigga quick to jab at them ho's and I can make ya jelous niggas famous fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim is i'm just a rich muthafucker from tha way If this rappin' bring me money then i'm rappin' till i'm paid i'm getten green like i'm supposed to Nigga, I holla at these ho's and see how many I can go through Look to the star and visualize my debut niggas know me, playa I gotta stay true don't be a dumb muthafucker because it's crazy after dark where the true Thug niggas see ya heart Niggas Can't C Me.... (Yo, check this out, stay off his dick) Niggas Can't C Me (Right before your eyes, i'll disappear from here) You niggas Can't C Me, hahah (You Can't C Me) I know it's hard nigga, i'm all up in your face But you still Can't C Me (You Can't C Me) All up in your range, but niggas Can't C Me (20/20 vision won't visualize) I'm in tha flesh baby, but you Can't C Me (All tho' glasses won't help you realize) You blinded You blinded You Can't C Me (You Can't C Me) Thug Life baby Don't believe everything you read Alazay and weed (You Can't C Me) (Right before your very eyes, You won't even visualize) (You Can't C Me) Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac Niggas can't C Me, hahaha I dedicate this, to you PUNK Muthafuckers hahaha this ones for you big baby hahah cause you bitch ass niggas Can't C Me Niggas Can't C Me (ooooww) (ooooww) (You Can't C Me) (See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil) (You won't C Me) (First C Me, Now ya don't) (Wanna C Me, but ya won't) (Come to C Me, but ya Can't) (ooohhh, You Can't C Me) (You Can't C Me) (Right between your eyes, you'll never realize) (Right before your eyes, you won't even realize) (Visualize what you Can't C) |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
Hey, what time is it nigga ?
(I don't know) Oh shit, 12 o' clock Oh shit, we got ta get tha fuck outta here (hell yeah) Nigga, it's check out time nigga Hey call Kurupt, call Daz, call [???] call all those niggas up from downstairs tell tha valay, bring tha benz around Hey Kurupt, y'all niggas drivin' or are y'all flyin' back wussup ? (Man, i'm rollin' man, fuck that shit) Hey Syke man, come on nigga, get up out tha bathroom fool let's go! (I lost some money nigga) aw nigga damn Now I'm up early in the mornin' breathe stinkin' as I'm yawning Just another sunny day in California I got my mind focused on some papers While I'm into sexy capers Give a hollar to them hoochies last night who 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 Alazhay and Heneesee 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 hot and horny what a freaky bitch First you argued, then I fight it, till 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 We got to go (2X) Its check out time We got to go (4X) They label me an outlaw So its time for the panty raid My fantansies came true with Janet on, I'm in an Escapade Did it all, in 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 its only right for me to disappear into the night My games trump tight So I find time to recline Sneak into your room instant Messiah shit, wines of all kinds I ain't got much time so hurry up and pop the dime And let me hit it from behind Since I'm only here for one night I gots 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 cuz there's someone else who deserves my atttention So all the homies round up in the lobby Cuz busting bitches is a hobby, nigga It's check out time We got to go (8X) Now I'm living the life of a Boss Playa The front desk callin' but I'm checking out later My behaviour is crazy, from what you did to me baby If walls could |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
[Dat Nigga Daz]
You find an MC like me who's strong we leavin' muthafucka's aborted with no verbal support when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Congo with a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on thou who can we stand, the more power of game and make it possible for me to drop a few to wrecks ya brain imagine to keep on wishin' upon a star finally realizing who the fuck you 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 the [?clubs?] be tired my attempts to ride every time all night I faced with the scars beyond this beam or bar for me to put down my guard I'm faced with it, I'm a ride breakin' in gas with the six eight all day in an out, with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies... [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 muthafucka's panic don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt you swear the bitch was planted my lyrics motivate the planet It's similar to Rhythm Nation but thugged out, forgive me Janet who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls you know, the way the games get told yo two years ago, a friend of mine told me alazhay and Chrystal blows your mind bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat [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 |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
Ahh, Suge what did 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 Them binoculars Ha ha ha ha, yah nigga time to ride Grab your bullet proof vest nigga cause its gonna be a long one Now me and Quik gonna tell you niggas how its like on this side The real side Now on this ride its gonna be some real mutha-fuckas and there is gonna be some pussys Now the real niggas are gonna be the ones with money and bitches The pussys are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleeding Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride gets tricky See you got some niggas on your side That say they 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 say the truth 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 the 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 and 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. Makaveli Niggas is waiting for some thug shit thats what they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinite Immortal Outlaw Switching up on you ordinary bitches like the south bore you bit less 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 The Heartz of Men My lyrical verge 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 and fly mode I'm an homicidal outlaw and five-o get your lights on Fight long, tonights gonna be a fucking fight so we might roll My own homies saying I'm heart less But I'm a G to this 'til the day I'm gone thats regardless Drive-by and niggas bow down I thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now Throw up your hands if your thugged out First nigga act up first nigga getting drugged out I can be a villian if yah let me I'll Mutha fuck yah if yah too upset me tell the cops to come and get me rip the crowd like a phone number Start again, don't have no mutha fuckin' friends nigga Look inside the heartz of men In The Heartz of Men In The Heartz of Men To all me 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 fire and bomb them I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics as if its a game of crack Thugishness 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 mutha fucka 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 beat and let me start again Represent cause I've been sent The heartz of men |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
(Tupac Talking)
Heaven ain't hard to find (All you gotta do is look) Simply because you nervous, let me start off with my conversation Hoping my information, eleviates the hesitiation I can see it clearly now catch you smiling through your frown I'm askin' Baby Boo are you down ? Although I know you've heard about my reputation across the nation "Mr. I get around" My temptaion got me dripping wet perspiration I'm activated by the moves your making Baby why you faking? strip naked get the love making See its all in your mind, so every time I sip a glass of wine I fantasize till that ass is mine Never gettin' but wanting, never touching but wishing A straight thug on a mission until I get what I'm missing Stop with the beeper, baby Listen, I know you're grown, but pay attention Let me hypnotize with my tounge kissen' This is a message to bomb bodies and all dimes Turn around one more time Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaveeen) Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaven ain't hard to find) Heaven ain't hard to find Infact you can have it just have faith Just like a little kid, still believing in magic It takes a lot of scarifice with all the lonely nights on tour I need somebody I can trust in my life Let me apply the brakes baby you're moving to fast My conversations are getting deeper, but first let me ask Are you afraid of a thug ? and have you ever made love with candles and bubbles sipping in your tub Touch me and let me activate your bloodpressure This Thug Passion help the average man love better Picture me naked and glistening beneath the moonlight mist Take a shot of that alazhay come give me a kiss And maybe we can be better friends perhaps we'll be closer I'll be the thug in your life baby and you'll be my soulja And I know it takes some time And you got a lot of questions on your mind But relax, in due time Heaven Ain't Hard to Find (Heaveeen) Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaven ain't hard to find) You think we all dogs, thats why you cautious when I approached you Been talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken Through my eye contact, I wink and you respond back Look at me whats all that ? Huh its like the closer you get, Baby the quicker I'm speaking I got a flight out Chicago, lets kick it this weekend I'm sipping Heneesee and coke tho' addicted to weed smoke I'm fiendin' for your body even mo' Oh god help me identify me truest thoughts your hidden motives full of passion who would of thought Come hollar at me baby, love me for my thug nature Far from a playa hater, label me a money maker Straight heart breaker Baby we can be friends I can soup you in my Benz we'll ride I'll let you floss it for your friends Once we begin until the end, it gets better with time I'm makin' love to your mind baby Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaveeen) Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaven ain't hard to find) |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
(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 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
How do you want it
How do you feel Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real How do you want it How do you feel Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real Love tha way you activate your hips and push your ass out gotta nigga wantin' it's so bad i'm about to pass out wanna dig you and I can't even lie about it baby just eleviate your cloths time to fly up out it catch you at a club oh shit, you got me fiendin' body talken shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning now if ya wanna roll with me then here's ya chance doin 80 on tha freeway wait police, catch me if they can forgive me i'm a ridah still i'm just a simple man all I want is money fuck tha fame i'm a simple man Mr. International Playa with tha passport just like a ladder bitch get you anything you ask for it's either him or me champagne, Hennessy a favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies witness as we creep to a low speed peep what a ho need puff some more weed funk, ya don't need approachin' hochies with a passion been a long day but i've been drivin' by attraction in a strong way your body is bangin' baby I love it when ya flaunt it time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it... How do you want it How does it feel Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real How do you want it How do you feel Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real Tell me is it cool to fuck ? you think I come to talk am I a fool or what ? positions on tha floor it's like erotic ironic cause i'm somewhat psychotic i'm hitten' switches on bitches like i been fixed with hydraulics up and down like a roller coaster come up beside ya I ain't quitin' till tha show is over cause i'm a ridah in and out just like a robbery i'll probably be a freak and let you get ontop of me get her rockin' these nights full of Alazhay a livin' legend you ain't heard about these niggas played in cali days Deloris Tucker you's a muthafucker instead of tryin' to help a nigga you destroy a brotha worst than tha others Bill Clinton Mr. Bob Dole You too old to understand tha way tha game is told your lame so I gotta hit you with tha high facts won't someone listen ? makin' millions niggas top that they wanna censor me they ratha see me in a cell livin' in hell with only a few of us to live to tell now everybody talken about us I could give a fuck I'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss Nigga tell me how you want it... |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
Change... Shit,
I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it takes 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 talked 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 were once 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 the [?Wide Eight?] and hit the hood stroll remember when ya had a Jerry 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 |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
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..... 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 Yeah nigga I got tha word as hell ya 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 gettin on her... life in tha hood... is all good for nobody remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties 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 bluried sayin' goodbye at the cemetary tho' memories fade I got your name tated on my arm so we both ball till' my dying days before I say goodbye Kato, we're meant to rest in peace Thug till I die 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 incase 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... 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 basicaly 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 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
Hey Devante...
don'tcha' know we're gonna sow up every bitch in tha country Me and you...up in tha same muthafucken room on tha same level...with this shit here....please ...No more Pain... that's right nigga and guard that shit boy 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 phony niggas on the run Say my name, watch bitches cum Now fire when ready Stay watchin' now figure Increase speed Make you mutha-fuckas bleed from your mouth quicker Plus all these niggas that you run with Be on some dumb shit Trick on the hoes I ain't the one bitch Hollar my name and witness game official It's so sick Have every single bitch that came with yah, on my dick Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased I'm movin' you stupid bitches This is telekeniousis Am I reachin your brain ? Nigga How can I explain How vicious this thug mutha-fucka came When I die I wanna be a livin' legend Say my name Affiliated with this mind fuckin' game with no more pain I came to bring the pain Hardcore to the brain Let's go inside, my astroplane(4X) Line up my adversaries, blast on sight And fuck your boyfriend Bitch, I want some ass tonight You know my stilo Alazhay and chrystal weed sure you've heard of all the freaky shit they say about me Plus all you Bustas is jealous Pull your gun out and blast I dare you niggas to open fire I'll murder that ass And disappear before the cops come runnin' My glocks spittin' rounds niggas fallin' down clutchin' their stomach It's west side, death row, Thug niggas on the rise Plus they shot my five times Real niggas don't die Can ya hear me? Laced with this game I know you fear me Speak and seek what you want 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 I came to bring the pain Hardcore to the brain Let's go inside, my astroplane(4X) 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 eyez 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 niggas from other areas Brothas from here so obsessed with this money makin' there's nothin' we fear Now they label me a trouble-maker Cuz, I'm a ridah Death to you playa-haters Don't let my find yah 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 to sure what yah facin' So watch the guns bust You niggas will bleed fuckin' with me You'll be deceased Never restin' in peace nigga with no more pain I came to bring the pain Hardcore to the brain Let's go inside, my astroplane(4X) |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
Only God Can Judge Me(repeated several times)
I hear the doctor standing over me screaming I can make it Got a body full of bullet holes Laying here naked Still I can't breathe something evil's in my I-V Cuz everytime I breathe I think they're killing me I'm having nightmares Homicidal fantansies I wake up stranglin' Danglin' from my bed sheets I call the nurse cuz it hurts To reminisce How could it come to this ? I wish they dind't miss somebody help me Tell me where to go from here ? Cuz even thugs cry but do the Lord care ? Tryin' to remember But it hurts I'm walking 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 its 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 cuz the streets got our babies We got to eat No more hesitation each and every black males trapped And they wonder why we suicidal walkin' around strapped It's the police please try to see to this there's a million mutha-fuckas Stressing just like me Only God can Judge Me..... Only God Can Judge Me(repeated several times) Powers that judge can not kill me but only make me stronger I don't see why everybody gotta feel as thou that they gotta tell me how to live my life, Let me live baby Let me live Pac I feel yah Keep servin' it on the real ya For instance, sayin' Playa hatin' marks wanna kill yah Would you be wrong For bucking a nigga into the pavement He gonna get me first If I don't get him If you better start praying Ain't no such thing As, self defence In the court of law So Judges when we get to where were gonna we're in the cross that's real Gotti, lurk thee Creep tha fuck up on him Sold a half a million tapes No everybody want him Now talkin' behind my back Like, a bitch would Tellin' them niggas, "you can fade us" Punk, I wish you would It be the same mutha-fuckas in your face gotta rush up in your place to get your safe Knowing you on that paper chase grass, glass Big screen and leather couch My new shit is so fine I already sold a key of ounce Bitch Remember Tupac and 4-Tay The same two brothas dodgin' bullets And represtin' the Bay Pac when you was locked down That's when I'll be around Start climbing up the charts so sick but they try to clown that's why they ride the band-wagon Still we draggin' sellin' live Don't think I don't see you playa haters I know you all wear disguises Guess you figure you know me cuz I'm a thug that love to hit the late night club drinkin' buzz living lavish like a playa all day I'm 'bout to floss 'em off Playa stick with 4-Tay |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
(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 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
Say he wanna be
Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he wanna be One day he's gonna be Said he's wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he's gonna be One day he gonna be Say he wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he gonna be One day he's gonna be Said he wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug He was a nice middle class nigga But nobody knew the evil he'd do When he got a little bigger Get off the final blaze While puffing on a Newport plottin' on a another way to catch a case Was only sixteen, yet convicted as a felon With a bunch of old niggas But you the only one who ain't telling I tell you it's a cold world, stay in school You tell me its a man's world, play the rules And fade fools, 'n break rules until we major Blaze up, getting with hoes through my pager Was raised up, commencing to money makin' tactics It's getting drastic, niggas got automatics My fingers on the trigga, Tell the lord To make way for another straight Thug Nigga I'm sitting getting buzzed, looking for some luv from the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug Said he gonna be Say he gonna be One day he's gonna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he gonna be One day he gonna be Say he wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he wanna be One day he gonna be Say he wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Straight from the Hall to the Penn Adolescent nigga scaling weight and standing Six feet Ten He carried weight like a Mack truck Gonna bust on some playa haters if the mutha fuckas act tuff Then thats when the lethal weapon with the razor This little nigga smoking weed and getting blazed up No one could figure, when the guns blast pull the trigga Could take the life of a young nigga guns bigger No mother and father, you see, the niggas all alone Old timers my role model, the war zone Released with this game 'til its a part of me My heart don't beat no fear and it ain't hard to see The future is looking dim I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sin I'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug Said he gonna be Say he gonna be One day he gonna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he gonna be One day he gonna be Say he wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he wanna be One day he gonna be Say he wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Shorty gonna be a thug You little bad ass nigga, to the young niggas gotta stay sharp nigga, play your part you got plenty of time (you bad mutha fuckas) You only get three mistakes, then thats life, big baby (niggas craaazy) watch the signs Damn, you ain't but sixteen nigga? Sixteen?!?! That's a bad muthafucker |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
Hey Nate you know you got to focus on this motherfucker
We's gonna talk about these scandalous hoes I can talk about scandalous bitches 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 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 *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 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 precious 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 *Repeat 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 *Repeat *Repeat to end (2Pac speaks over it) 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 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
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 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
A military mind nigga.
A military mind mean money. A criminal grind nigga. A criminal grind mean hustle. You know, We tradin war stories. We outlaws on the rise. Jealous niggas I despise. Look in my eyes. 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 trigga Semi-Automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggas. Pardon my thug poetry, But suckers is born everyday In fear of man grown [??]. Criminal ties for centuries. A legend in my own rhymes, So niggas whisper when they mention Makaveli was my ? My father figure. Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers. Hence forth. We thug niggas and we came in packs. Every one of niggas strapped sippin on 'nac(Cognac) In the back, my AR 15. Thuggin till I die. These streets got me cravin for a Throzine My lyrics are blueprints to money makin. Fat as that ass that honey shakin. I mind is straight trippin', thuggin and shit. They call it overthuggin and shit. But I was just a youngen 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 war, To watch all these playa hatin niggas position, For I could see em all. Made it up out of there. Lucky to be here. Tell you, but it'll never be a repeat. People I'm tryin to tell you. Now picture the scenery. I'm thugged out smokin greenery. Considered a BG(baby gangsta) But I'm off in this game something deeply. My eyes only see these That's why I'm young and burned out Learned to know how. Well to do now. By 18, turned out. And wide open To rob and smokin, collide with foes in the worst place. Y'all shouldn't of fucked with us in the first place. Y'all real OG's(original gangsta) droppin game to the youngsters. Y'all don't want no fuck Cuz y'all be the next in the long line of War Stories |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
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. (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 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
Outlaw Immortalz
Bow down to somethin greater than yourself trick Individuals capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swolls They know You watchin but you ain't seein what lies before you, beatch Picture if you will seven deadly human beings blessed with the gift to speak, the power to reach each nigga on every street May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud of what transpired since the day the seed was planted The G grew but we knew he'd rise up quick Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into shit Just me and my dogs livin like hogs Outlaw Immortalz What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue What lies between is the fiction Don't fuck around and make it true (Tupac) Hahahahahaha My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe I pull revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me Plus my alias is Makaveli A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a nigga bellt Bust him to see if he bleed, he shoulda never fucked around with a sick-ass nigga like me They call my name out and niggaz run, best be prepared for the Outlawz, here we come (Hussein Fatal) They call me Hussein fatal, it's a two game table I'm robbin ya niggaz cradle wit a knife in your navel Rap-related criminally activated and evil I wouldn't wanna be you behind my fuckin Desert Eagle Till the end, I'm tellin all friends and enemies You see what I got to make you freeze, to touch me you need ten of these Complete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast Young Gunz fire and niggaz bleed, I see Mo (Kastro) I be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials Sew up all the potential, million, billion dollar baller potential Sort it, oughta call on a nigga I'll be sure to get you Take cash bro, fast yo, for my Kastro Blast and I'ma last yo past all these Glass Joes and assholes who claim, like they be runnin thangs I be gunnin those same niggaz runnin late, to their fate (Napoleon) My alias is motherfuckin Na-poleon, and I'd rather be robbin again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin But the shit ain't nothin, and I got no time for no bluffin befo' a nigga finish with puttin in work I betta end up with somethin I think these niggaz got the game fucked up If they don't believe, that a young nigga like me, would bust (Boo-Yaa!) Perhaps it's a must, I'm facin cases, fuck probation is what I'm screamin when these money hungry cops be chasin Chorus: Tupac Thug nigga till we die, no mercy on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride! Thug nigga till we die, no mercy on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride! (Mussolini) It's the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini Mentally unstable, G status, so you can't see me Drug warlord, riding Concorde jets Rag Vette's, shakin bitches and snitches and trippin on sets Ingle-Watts banger, keepin one in the chamber For the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride Suicidal thoughts lurkin for kin, no end to revenge Fuck any, my alias Mussolini (Idi Amin) They call me Idi, from the side of seedy Young nigga greedy, so I'm runnin up on these niggaz easy It ain't nuttin, cause if they wantin somethin, so I'ma commence to dumpin stomp down and struck up while my beat is bumpin, Thuggin to my fuckin last nut, with lil Pole and Kastro Who you thought was on that asshole, don't ask though Outlaw Immortalz doin this dit-nirt on the sli-zow Ain't no chance to hide when we ride (Khadafi) My alias Khadafi, Trump tight so feds can't copy Six-three and cocky quick to hit your bitch if she drop me Severely addicted to livin like a fuckin felon while beefin with rookie cops the cookie rocks a nigga sellin Since a short I been livin life defiant, nickel plated chrome Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant, and I ain't lyin It's like it's me against myself with all these backstabbin snakes grabbin at my fuckin wealth (Mo Khomani) Mo Khomani goes terrorist, mad man killer The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers I'm that nigga with the fifty cal. caps, with the murderous stacks that increase, while these motherfuckers eat beef It's been a long road, a lot of episodes And as the glock loads, I gotta teach hoes Reach hoes, make em feel a nigga when I'm mashin Now I'm surpassin any assassin Chorus 2X (Tupac) Hahahaha, Outlaw Immortalz baby Y'all niggaz can't fade this ol crazy shit Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Khadafi, Mussolini Amin, Naploleon, Khomani What y'all really wanna do? Haha like them niggaz said "What would you do? If you could fuck with me and my crew" Hehahahahaha, Thug Life, yeah nigga Flashin on niggaz Thug Life right? This year we Thug Life But we Outlaw Immortalz We die nigga, but we multiply, we like legends nigga Like I'll make you famous motherfucker I'm talkin about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good shit My niggas make the papers baby My niggas make the front page Multiple gunshots (fades) |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
You wonda why they call U bitch
Look here Miss Thang hate to salt your game but yous a money hungry woman and you need to change. In tha locker room all the homies do is laugh. High five's cuz anotha nigga played your ass. It was said you were sleazy even easy sleepin around for what you need See it's your thang and you can shake it how you wanna. Give it up free or make your money on the corner. But don't be bad and play the game get mad and change. Then you wonda why these muthafuckas call you names. Still lookin' for a way out and that's OK I can see you wanna stray there's a way out. Keep your mind on your money, enroll in school. And as the years pass by you can show them fools. But you ain't tryin' to hear me cuz your stuck, you're headin' for the bathroom 'bout to get tossed up. Still lookin' for a rich man you dug a ditch, got your legs up tryin' to get rich. |
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from 2Pac 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
(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 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
(<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 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
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 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
[prison in the background while 'Pac speaks]
Yo Jackson! (8231549) Yes (?), come on down Hold the doors - let's go! 8599 (?) close it tight Lock it down [2Pac] My homeboys in Clinton and Rikers Island All the penitentiaries Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo, Sekon All the political prisoners San Quentin (who can save you).. all the jailhouses I'm with you [2Pac] Yeah One thug, one thug (How do we keep the music playing) You're listenin to the sounds of one, thuuug One thug, one thug (How do we get ahead) You're listenin to the sounds of.. [2Pac] I wake up early in the mornin, mindstate so military Suckers fantasizin pictures of a young brother buried Was it me, the weed, or this life I lead If daytime is for suckers then tonight we bleed Out for all that, knowin that this world bring drawbacks Look how this shit bump once I deliver these raw 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 livin in this game for years Why worry, hope to God, get me high when I'm buried Knowin deep inside only a few love me Come rush me to the gates of heaven, let me picture for a while How I lived for my days as a child; I wonder now How do we outlast, always get cash Stay strong if we all mash, hold ya head [Chorus: sung + 2Pac] How do we keep the music playing (yes, you got to hold ya head) How do we get ahead.. (hold your head!) Too many young black brothers are dying (yes, you got to hold ya head) Livin fast, too fast.. [2Pac] Hahaha, yo These felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop Cause these lawyers gettin money everytime they knock us Snatchin pockets lyrically, suckers flea when they notice Switched my name to Makaveli, half the rap game closed Exposed foes with my hocus pocus flows they froze Now suckers idolize my, chosen blows And mo' money mean litigatin, mo' playa hatin Got a cell at the pen for me waitin - is this my fate? Miss me with that misdemeanor thinkin, me fall back? Never that, too much tequila drinkin, we all that Make them understand me, if not I slang my posse Everyone with me is family, cause everybody's got me Watch me paint a perfect vision, this life we livin got us all meetin up in prison.. Last week I got a letter from my road dog, written in blood Saying, "Please show a playa love" - hold ya head! Hold it [Chorus] [2Pac] The weed got me tweakin in my mind, I'm thinkin.. God bless the child that can hold his 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 nothin 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 'til they capture me And my, aim is to spread mo' smiles than tears Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years Maybe Mama had it all right, rest yo' head Tradin converstion 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, watchin time pass Through the glass of my drop-top Rolls, hold ya head! [Chorus] [2Pac over Chorus] No matter how hard it get, feel me Get the weed, drink a drink, read a book Watch the stars, get some pussy, whatever.. [Chorus repeats to fade] |
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from 2Pac 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
*church bells ring in background*
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has just released another album under the alias Makaveli. Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement. Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album; resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well. Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever and several other corny sounding motherfuckers are understandably shaken up by this release. The question everbody wants to know is -- why'd they get this nigga started? Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment but released this statement: It's not about East or West It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money, riders and punks. Which side are you on? *gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground* These niggaz is still fuckin talkin? You niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches (All day, everyday) It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers (The pump in yo' ass) This is it nigga! Killuminati style (Outlaw lifestyle) Makaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it! Allow me to introduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran Niggaz get shook like 5-0 My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride? Located world wide like the art of graffiti I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty Born on a dopefiend's titty.. huh In every city you'll find me Look for trouble right behind me My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean? I hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall This for my dogs down to die for yours Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em Cut 'em down.. to Hell is where we send 'em My whole team, trained to explode ride or die Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters And not a whimper 'til I'm gone Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong (Ha ha ha) Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy! West coast ridah, comin right behind ya Should've never fucked wit meeee I want money hoes sex and weeeed I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first! We, bomb first when we ride Please, reconsider 'fo you die We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first We, bomb first when we ride Please, reconsider 'fo you die We ain't even come to fight tonight But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first |
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from 2Pac 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
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 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
Roll me a cigarette dog
They got me feeling crazier than a mother fucker I got Bad Azz in this motha fucka Puffin on Lye Hoping that it gets me high (Makaveli the Don, representing the Outlawz) They got a nigga goin crazy (Bad ass representing the LBC) (What cha wanna do. You know how we do it.) Time goes by Puffin on lye Hopin that it gets me high They got a nigga goin crazy I feel crazy (Tell em bout it) (Verse 1 - Tupac) Last year was a hard one But life goes on I hold my head against the wall Learning right from wrong They say my ghetto instrumental Detrimental to kids As if they can't see the misery In which they live Lately, for the outcome, damn I'm reckless Check it You don't have to bump this but please respect it I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us Turned into a plus, now they stuck living blinded Hennessy got me feelin bad Time to stop drinkin Rollin, in my drop top Jag What's that cops thinkin? Sittin in my car, watch the stars and smoke I came along way but still I got so far to go Dear mama, don't worry I'm a watch for snakes Tell Seikywa that I love her, but it's hard today I got the letter that she sent me and I cried for weeks This is what came out, when I tried to speak All I heard was (Chorus) 2x Time goes by Puffing on Lye Hoping that it get me high Got a nigga going krazy I feel krazy (Verse 2 - Tupac) 1, 2, 3, 4 I see bloods and crips runnin up in hell Lookin for a better way My brothas and sistas it's time to bail Cause even thug niggas pray Hoping God forgive me I entered the game, look how much I changed I'm no longer innocent Casualties of fame Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face When I gave her the keys to her own house This your land Your only son done became a man I'm watchin time fly I love my people do or die But I wonder why We scared to let each other fly June 1-6 7-1 The day Mama pushed me out her womb, told me nigga get paid No one can understand me The black sheep, out-casted from my family Now packin heat I run the streets A young runaway live for the day When we die I could hear ya say (Chorus) 2x Time goes by Puffing on Lye Hoping that it get me high Got a nigga going krazy I feel krazy Krazy, Krazy, Krazy (Verse 3 - Bad Azz) God help me out here Cause I'm possessed I need the root of all evil for my stress This money's like a stong prescription drug It's got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it's inflicted Something about the paper with the pictures of the presidents' head Damn it's like a motherfucking plague that spreads It's epidemic, Forgotten, forgot, and it got worse I keep my head on straight, makin money cause it's cursed Makin money makes a difference day by day So you gotta stay paid, no doubt Day in and day out This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin to live No matter how hard you try, you see death, You gotta die alotta my Peers didn't make it to these years to come Dear life doing right Or dear life leaving dumb Who has the answers? I wonder. I turn to my elders They aged and experienced, but they can't even tell ya Or tell me That there'll be light at the end of the road Why? Cause they don't even know A million thangs run through my mind You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin time You ain't gotta be in jail Remember this tune (Chorus) Feelin fucked up in this bitch Smoke half a ounce to the head. Drop the top. Indo. Hawaiian. Lansbread. Buddha. All that shit. I'm fucked up in this motha fucka. And Hennessy don't help. And Hennessy don't help. Thug passion in this motha fucka. Makaveli the Don putting it down to the fullest. Maximum overload. 3 day theory. Killuminati to your body, with the impact of a 12 gauge shoty. Doublized slugs. No love. Straight thugs. One time for my niggas in the jail cell. (One time for my niggas locked up.) One time for my niggas doin life in hell. One time for my niggas in the jail cell. (One time for my niggas locked up.) One time for my niggas doin life in hell. One time for my niggas on Death Row. (For my niggas on Death Row. West side. California syle. L.A.) One time for my niggas livin ... broke. (You know what time it is. No doubt. Get high. Puffin on lye. Wonder if it get me high. Yeah. Yeah. Crazy.) |
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from 2Pac 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
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 ?????? 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 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
Shit, you mothafuckin right. I'm the bitch that's keepin it
live and keepin it hot when you punk ass niggas is on. Nigga, west side. What!! Bring it on. Look for me. Lost in the world in 96. Bonnie and Clyde. Me and my girlfriend doin 85 when we ride, drive in this world of sin. Born as a ghetto child. Raised in this whirlwind. Our childhood years recall the tears. Heart laced with venom. Smokin Chern, drinkin malt liquor. Father forgivin. Me and my girlfriend must of fell in love with the struggle. Hands on the steering wheel. Bust! Watch me bail out and bust em. Fuck em all. Watch em fall. Screamin. Automatic gunfire exorcisin all demons. My posse off on the side. My congragation high, ready to die. We bail out to take the jail back. Niggas united. Our first date. Can'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. Make the frontpage, primetime live on TV. Nigga, my girlfriend may be .45 but she still live. One shot makin niggas heart beats stop. What!! I'm bustin on you punk ass niggas. Run, nigga, run. I'm on your ass nigga. Run, nigga, duck and hide. I'm bustin on all you bitches. Run, nigga, yeah. West side, uh,uh,uh. Die, nigga, die. My girlfriend blacker than the darkest night. When niggas act bitch made, she got the heart to fight. Nigga, my girlfriend. Though we seperated at times, I know deep inside baby girl'll always be mine. Picked you up when you was 9. Started out my life of crime wit 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. I was too immature to understand your ways. Inexperienced back in the days. Caught so many arguments and strays. Now I realize how to treat cha. The secret to keep ya. Bein faitful cuz now cheating's leathal. We closer than the hands of time. Deeper than the drive of mankind. I trust you dearly, I shoot blindly. I time I clock figures. Droppin niggas as we rise. We all souljas and God ties. Now it's time for war. Never leave me waitin. I'm paranoid. Sleepin with you loaded by my bedside, crazy. Jealous when you hang wit the fellas. I wait patiently and long anticipated for the moment you come home. I'm watin by the phone. This is true love, I could feel it. Alot of women in my bed but you the realest. If you need me, call. I'll be there. Do it all. You're the reason I could stand tall. Me and my girlfriend. *repeat I love finger fuckin you. All of a sudden I hearin thunder when you bust a nut. Niggas be duckin. I'm takin numbers. Love to watch you at a block party beggin for drama. While unleashin on the old times. That's on my mama. I would trade my life for yours. Behind closed door, the only girl that I adore. Everything I'm askin for. Talkin to me, beggin me to just take you around. 17, like Brandy, you just wanna be down. Talkin loud. When I tell you be quiet, you move a crowd. Bustin rounds, activatin arye. That's why I love you. So no control, down to roll. Unleash. After I 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. *repeat **Lost in the world in 96. Bonnie and Clyde. Me and my girlfriend doin 85 when we ride, drive in this world of sin. Born as a ghetto child. Raised in this whirlwind. Look for me. **repeat |
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from 2Pac 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
[Dominique] Street Science, you're on the air *static*
What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? *static* [Man responds] I love Tupac's new record *static* [Dominique] Right, but don't you feel like that creates *static* a tension between East and West? *static* He's talking about killing people *static* I had sex with your wife and not in those words *static* but he's talking about I wannasee you deceased *static* Intro: Makaveli No doubt... to live and die in LA California -- what you say about Los Angeles Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun and everybody got love Verse One: Makaveli To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets Usniggaz hustle for the cash so it's hard to knok it Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces Shed tears as we bury niggaz close to heart What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on him Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson Court cases keep me guessin, plea bargain ain't an option now, so I'm stressin, cost me more to be free than a life in the pen Makin money off of cuss words, writin again Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen Late night down Sunset likin the scene What's the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell To live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing Chorus: Val Young To live and die in LA, it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Makaveli It's the, City of Angels and constant danger SouthCentral LA, can't get no stranger Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb Watchin the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe So many niggaz gettin three strikes, tossed in jail I swear the pen the right across from hell, I can't cry Cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now Livin life Thug style, so I can't smile Writin to my peoples when they ask for pictures Thinkin Cali just fun and bitches, hahaha Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's All them other niggaz copycats, these is G's I love Cali like I love woman Cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in him We might fight with each other, but I promise you this We'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed To live and die in LA (Let my angel sing) Chorus Verse Three: Makaveli Cause would it be LA without Mexicans? Black love brown pride and the sets again Pete Wilson tryin to see us all broke, I'm on some bullshit Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK Automatics rang free, niggaz lost they way Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood But reconize and it's all good, where the weed at? Niggaz gettin shermed out Snoop Dogg in this muhfucka perved out, M.O.B. Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn Dogg Pound in the Lex, wit a ounce to burn Got them Watts niggaz with me, OFTB They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me Neckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin it pay Gettin high watchin time fly, to live and die in LA (Let my angel sing) Chorus Outro: Makaveli This go out for 92.3, and 106 All the radio stations that be bumpin my shit Makin my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe This go out to all the magazines that supported me All the real motherfuckers All the stores, the mom and pop spots A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers LA, California Love part motherfuckin Two Without gay ass Dre -2002.4.21 재헌이가 투팍을 추모하며- |
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from 2Pac 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
Lord have mercy, father help us all
since you supplied your phone number, i can't help but call time for action, conversatin, we relaxin, kickin back got ya curious about 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 be the ? when i tongue kiss your neck, i go a long way to get you, what do you expect late night, hit the highway, drop the top i pull over, gettin busy in the parking lot picture-look 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 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 pay days no longer dre day, arive derche long and forgotten, plottin 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 gonna run to like those other suckers cuz you similiar pretendin to be hard-oh my god-check your temperature screamin compton, but you can't return, you ain't heard brothas pissed cuz you switched and escaped to the burbs mob on to this new era, cuz we untouchable still can't believe you got pac rushin, uppin you bless the real, all the rest get killed, who can you trust only time reveals...toss it up! 2pac commentary... |
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from Gang Related (갱 릴레이션) [ost] (1997)
Ma-ah-an, it ain't easy
They got me goin cold-hearted Probation, violation, incarceration Frustration, you know Fuck that, nigga damn near bouts to start basin It's hard! Hard on a nigga (coughing) Hard on a nigga (yeah it is, yeah it is) (whispered) Kill kill kill, murder murder murder Watch out nigga! Chorus: Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G (repeat 2X) (Tupac - chorus 2X throughout) Daz in this motherfucker Alright bwoy, drop that shit Whassup man? Always listen to that shit? That thug criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me (Verse One) Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame Young niggaz gettin murdered straight took out the game As I sit here puffin on a cigarette Gotta be ready, never know who's plottin on a niggaz death These are the rough times, best to hurry up and duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine It's gettin crazy and everybody's strapped Surrounded by niggaz but nary a motherfucker down to watch my back These are the bitch made niggaz, you been played nigga While you starvin and broke they pullin six figures Oooh, what can you do when you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin on this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me? Heyyy, I have no remorse as I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh (Chorus) Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G (Verse Two) Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it I'm the first muh'fucker that can outrun a bullet It's them Thug Life niggaz and we don't like tricks Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like bitches Now my riches is gettin hoes on it's own Fuck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin that spinach and stayin strong to the finish and then I ride out See you on the freeway, sorry baby but I gotta call my homey see what he say I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime And ain't no way I'ma let bitch made nigga worry me Catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me Hell nah nigga have to plug me twice Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, motherfucker can you see? (Chorus 2X) Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G (Verse Three) Never bow down let these other bitches crawl I'm a Thug motherfucker and these Thugs only ball Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave I'm a muhfuckin fool, but I choose to get paid Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright Me and my bitch named Nina are fiendin tonight Ain't nobody livin safe, got a plot, and I'm stressin All I want, is my muh'fuckin money, ain't no question Don't try to stall little trick, cause we hit So bring in the scissors and get to clippin at his dick I'd rather die young than die old and broke That's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke My memories as a youngsta, hangin with the homies But now I'm doin bad and them bitches don't know me (Who? Who?) But playa haters can't fade me (Why?) Cause this is Thug Life nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you see? (Chorus 2X) Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G (Verse Four) Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop cars Gettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don't drop my guards My life is hectic my homies send mail from jail Niggaz in Hell got some horrible stories to tell I'm catchin cases and still tryin to stack a grip The IRS is tryin to stress off a niggaz shit A young nigga never had a prayer to prevail And all my peers doin years locked up in jail What can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew And creep around with them Dogg Pound niggaz too And now we rich ain't no bitch than can touch us And it's a trip, how we clown, when we fuck sluts Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang And motherfuckers got on do-rags (Chorus 2X) Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherfuckin get paid Nigga can work for his money all motherfuckin day and still never see a piece of it, you understand me? It's not about the nice guy It's bout the hardworkin motherfuckin Thug nigga If you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't really doin nothin (Chorus repeats in background) Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G You ain't really makin nothin These motherfuckin po-po's and these pink folks got it all locked up for us to fail See how they did O.J., and they doin niggaz like that all day So if you don't watch your motherfuckin stack believe me, this could be your last breath... (Chorus 2X) to fade Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G |
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from Gang Related (갱 릴레이션) [ost] (1997)
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 Gang Related (갱 릴레이션) [ost] (1997)
(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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Subject : 발매 20주년을 맞은 투팍(2Pac)의 [All Eyez on Me]
