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Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower Black rose Speaking words I’ve been longing to hear, for you Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower Black rose Speaking words I’ve been longing to hear, for you Black rose She could have been anything she wanted to be Black rose, black rose, got addicted to these streets Dedicated to the girls that grew up too early 13 going on 30, no direction, promiscuous, no protection Babies raising babies, generation x Blame it on the fathers who weren’t there for their daughters … she was a queen cause nobody never told her Look just like her daddy, hate up her mother She reminded of the pain that he caused before he left her This very pain handed down to the next one Now she got a granddaughter soaking up the lessons Single black mothers is the real soldiers That’s why I ain’t giving up on my black roses Breaking the chains I’m trying to be the best father Little Cecilia, she know her daddy loves her dearly, my black rose Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower Black rose Speaking words I’ve been longing to hear, for you Black rose http://www.hotnewsonglyrics.com/the-outlawz-black-rose-lyrics.html Started out telling me baby don’t take no wood nickels And always keep your chin up, no matter what up Just me and her, plus big bro, My earliest memories was Brooklyn 12 flow Slum of the slums, I was young I cherished this So when she moved to Sacramento… I hated it Not even knowing it was cause of me Shit …13, I was in the streets And she has seen that movie already …that nigger that made me already So with nothing but a job and the babies She left the only home she know lately to save me Ain’t no telling where I’d be now Probably a felon or an addict, … look at you see now You made me what I am today, I finally got a chance to say, you’re my black rose Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower Black rose Speaking words I’ve been longing to hear, for you Black rose Hey look, I don’t need but I gotta have And it’s up to me, not Obama’s ass My … is 13, it seems like yesterday me and her mama started flirting Look at how fast time passes may 8 ‘98 that’s my favorite day … I ain’t around, I miss her When I see is … I don’t … that’s just how we rock …just like me, but only less friendly, that’s my baby Sick of baby, get them baby, you the shit, daddy little baby I ain’t gotta say much she already know She got … already I just let her go …even though she knows I’m gonna tell her right now You’re my black rose Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower Black rose Speaking words I’ve been longing to hear, for you Black rose. |
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Verse One: Daz
You find an MC like me who's strong Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star Finally realizing who the fuck we are When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded would it be the greatest MC of all time When I created rhyme for the simple fact When I attack I crush your pride My intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar for me to put down my guard, I'm faced witha mirage breakin in gas with the six-eight all day In and out with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies... Verse Two: Tupac So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin We must be based on nothin better than communication Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations Sorry I left that ass waitin No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shakin I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt You swear the bitches planned it My lyrics motivate the planet It's similar to Rhythm Nation but thugged out, forgive me Janet Who's in control I'm acvtivatin your soul You know, the way the games gettin sold Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote Takin off my coat, clearing my throat Chorus: Method Man I got my mind made up, come on... (come on) get in get in too (get on it) let it ride (get wit it) tonight's tha night I got my mind made up, come on... get in get in too let it ride... tonight's tha night Verse Three: Kurupt Well I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophalaks for protection So my fuckin sac won't collapse Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's shows my heart's as cold as the tundra Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like Sam Time There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villain Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes My verbal snipe, your vocab on site I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator I rock from here to there, to Philly and back To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat Verse Four: Method Man Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers like Hitler, stickin up Jews wit german lugers The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!! Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen Half of my Clan's three deep felons Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel Man I stay on point like icicles Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical All up in your motherfuckin mouth Head banger boogie Catch me on tour with Al Doogie Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me Better take one and pass or that's that ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast Verse Five: Redman Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards Let's face it, there's no replacement Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted I got connects like Federal Express to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch Got the clear spot from tha rear block to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot With, this underground cannabis I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst Then proceeds like keys My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake So I erase the whole front row at the wake I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place Confidence for you shaky ass folks Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked choke, off this anecdote got you ope Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly And I'm out for nine nickel (INS tha rebel) (West, list this, this, this...) |
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Makaveli in this Killuminati, all through your body. The blows like a 12 guage shotty. Feel me. God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild in to the ways of the man. Follow me. Be my flesh, flesh and my flesh Chorus Come with me, Hail Mary, ni**a run quick, see, what do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? Ride die da die die, die die die I ain't a killa but don't push me revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words quoted Peep the weakness in the rap game is shorted. Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin Seein ni**as comin for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin Now pay attention, Rest in peace father, I'm a ghost in these killin fields, Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a mad man screams in the dark, evil lurks, enemies, see me flee Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame, now Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim, some say the game is all corupted, f**k this s**t, stuck, ni**as lucky if we bust out this s**t, plus momma told me never stop until I bust a nut, f**k the world if they can't adjust. It's just as well Hail Mary. Chorus 2 times Penitintuaries is packed with promise makers, Never realize the precious time the bi**h ni**as wastin Instuitionalized I live my life a product made to crumble, but to hardened to smile, were to crazy to be humble We ballin catch be father please cause I'm fallin, in the liquor store Pa*s the Hennessy I hear ya callin Can I get some more? Hail till I reach Hell, I ain't scared. Momma checkin in my bedroom I ain't there. I got a head wit no screws in it but what can I do one life to live but I got nothin to lose Just me and you on a one way trip to prison Sellin drugs we all wrapped up in this livin, life as thugs To my homeboys in Clinton Max, doin there deal, Raise hell to this real s**t and feel this When they turn out the lights I'll be down in the dark thuggin eternal through my heart Now Hail Mary ni**a Chorus 2x Kastro They got an APB out on my thug family Since the Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down K blasted off Hennessy and Ty chronic mixed Now I'm twisted, blisted and high visions of me thug livin gettin me by, forever high, and I multiply survived by thugs When I die they won't cry unless they comin with slugs. Young Noble Peep the whole seen, and whatever goin on around me Brain cloudy smoked out feelin rowdy Ready wet the party up and whoever in that motherf**ka Nasty new slugger my heat seeks suckas on a regula Mashin in a stolin Black ack Integera Cock back sixty seconds till the draw that's when I deadin ya Feet first ya gotta a nice gat but my heat's worse From a thug to preachin preachin church I gave you love now you eatin dirt needin work and I ain't the ni**a to put you up on, cause word is born When I was broke I had to hustle till dawn That's when sun came up There's only one way up, hold ya head stay up To all my ni**a's get ya pay and wait up Kastro If it's on then it's on, we rate B-breaks Outlaws on a paper chase, can you relate to this s**t I don't got, be the s**t I gotta take Dealin wit fate Hoping God don't close the gate. Repeat Chorus and Verse We've been traveling on this wavy road, long time ?????? but we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't worry everything with corine We free like the bird in the tree We won't worry everything with corine Yes we free like the bird in the tree We runnin from the penitintuary This is the time for reliberty Hail Mary, Hail Mary Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli tha Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Dayz
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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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(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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[ Young Noble ]
Thug children, it's just a little somethin for y'all We won't front for y'all, I'ma be blunt with y'all What you wanna be when you grow up? I wanna be a Outlaw just so I can blow up Damn skippy, one love to young thugs that ran with me as a young'n Playin kick ball, hide and go seek or somethin Right on the corner of New, yeah, I remember So much fun as a kid, I ain't wanna go in to eat dinner We need winners, little homie, stay in school That machine in between your two ears is a tool A precious jewel, like my two nieces Shawniece and Kayla smile, make it all around Christmas [Name] gettin bigger, [Name] gettin smarter Think I'm gettin older, watch em like vultures [Name] got my nephew on the way soon Want to raise Khalil to be a man like you Oh damn, and little Janet gettin big fast But I'ma help [Name] point her down the right path Times have changed, it all started with the kids Ghetto children, let's live [ Kastro ] Please know this is true, nothing come before you I couldn't afford jewels before I had you Now I got one, and I named you Jewel Daddy don't love much but I sho' love you You my all, my heartbeat and my feet And I don't sleep for weeks just so you can eat And [Names] And the precious Black Diamonds all alone on the streets I live for y'all, y'all need me more more than I do Don't let em lead you wrong, this is y'all song, y'all special And y'all got my heart right where it need to be I smile for you cause y'all the destiny Outlawz love the kids [ EDI ] Listen, Malik and Milan From deep within me, you shine I know you deserve more of my time But I'm out here on this grind Tryin to make a life better for you Cause money makes the world go round and that's gon' forever stay true Still when I'm with you it seems like time movin slower Cause God gave me a chance to give you game 'fore you grow up Daddy's little soldier, I been born again twice The strength that I need to go on with this life Now as I sing this song for you, I'm here to let you know The world belongs to you, go 'head and get that dough And let no man stop ya, protect your sister and your mama And when times get hard, remember, you got your father My Black Diamond Black Diamonds Yes This goes out to all the black children of the world All the precious black children From the Outlawz We love you I wanna send a special shout-out to [Name] kids, all 7 of em Yeah The Black Diamonds Black Diamonds |
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from Outlawz - Neva Surrender - The Rap-A-Lot Sessions (2005)
Everything
is gon' be alright you know? This is for my young thug Kamillion Cause we told him, man Yeah We told him he's comin back [ EDI ] The dawn comes after the night And there's a silver lining surrounding every cloudy day Seems like hard times been a friend of mine I can't shake Still I rise with a clique of thugs they can't break Pain mixed with rain and no sunshine And all we wanted was to be happy just one time We had no choice, no voice, only our faith in God And the hunger to hustle and get this paper, Lord Out in the cold, lost souls, nowhere to go Hooked up with Jay [Name] then we found a home See, with y'all on the side the world can be against ya And they still gon' lose, that's the realer Feel us, we ain't killers, we just riders for the have-nots Cause some of us ain't got it all, tucked in a stash spot Oh yes, we're back, baby, run and tell a friend Let em witness how we get us through this hell again Come on [ CHORUS ] Everything is gonna be alright We coming back Like we said we would Everything is gonna be alright He's coming back For the true and good [ Kastro ] Our life is like a gunfight, hard to love life No hope and no light, dark in the sunlight Dodge and duck ( ? ) I hate to question you God, but I ask you Lord Is you comin back just like they said you would? I need you here now, I'm yo child, it ain't good But I'ma keep my faith in you and that's the truth We live ( ? ) thugged out without a clue Waitin for revolution, with a love for shootin At each other, even brothers kill each other stupid And that's the way it been since I could remember Born into a storm 3rd day of December 1976 I shot in the mix Popped out mommy twat, how did it come to this? I know my God love me and that's a real fact He ain't gone for long, my dog comin back [ CHORUS ] Everything is gonna be alright He's coming back Like he said he would Everything is gonna be alright He's coming back For the true and good [ Young Noble ] Pac, why you leave us? This world don't need us But when we tell em you here they don't believe us My Black Jesus, the only one that tried to free us Nobody cared but you took time to teach us Bear with me even though it seems my heart empty Somethin's always missin without y'all with me Tupac and Yafeu, I pray to you And still we live every day for you I'ma stay loyal till I'm dead and gone Outlaw till I die so forever it's on Use my body as a vehicle It lead a soldier through the storm, I believe in you Stayin true to everything you worked for Hurt for, had fingers in the dirt for I know it's worth it, Lord Cause Yak watch every step I make You gon' live on, soldier, every breath I take You still here You still here You gon' live on, soldier, every breath I take You still here [ CHORUS ] Everything is gonna be alright They coming back Like we said they would Everything is gonna be alright They coming back For the true and good Everything is gonna be alright We coming back Like we said we would Everything is gonna be alright He's coming back For the true and good Everything's gonna be alright We're comin back |
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from Outlawz - Neva Surrender - The Rap-A-Lot Sessions (2005)
War
Gats up War Gats up 1, 2, 3, march War Gats up War Gats up 1, 2, 3, march (Now march) 1, 2, 3, 4 (Now march) Outlaw, Outlaw We ready for (Now march) 1, 2, 3, 4 (Now march, march, march, march) Outlaw, Outlaw Ready for war [ EDI ] Now what the fuck is a soldier? Some of y'all don't know Yellin it in your raps but you ain't ready for war Me and my team trained to bring pain when they come for us The scene change, you bleed, mang, when you try to cross us Huh, let it be known that when we come we let it be shown Real soldiers ride till they gone, come on Now Makaveli be the general (all hail) And for them niggas who wanna test (you gon' fail) Yeah, give em hell, nothin but hell when we first come Claim to survive many battles but this is the worst one First one bust, the rest bust next And when we 'bout to drop it's more pleasure than rough sex Huh, must collect from all these fakin muthafuckas It's Nineteen-ninety-grind and we gon' break you muthafuckas Huh, all gats up, small ones to the big ones When aimin at these haters make sure you fuckin hit one Huh, keep bangin until the mission gets done Makaveli lives on, don't believe, listen (Now march) War Gats up War Gats up 1, 2, 3, march War Gats up War Gats up 1, 2, 3, march (Now march) 1, 2, 3, 4 (Now march) Outlaw, Outlaw We ready for (Now march) 1, 2, 3, 4 (Now march, march, march, march) Outlaw, Outlaw Ready for war [ Young Noble ] O-u-t-law, who the fuck want work? Us against y'all, who the fuck gettin hurt? Know we the holiest, sick of the phoniness, you bony bitch Soldier shit till it's over with, you can count on this March to this, start shit to this Show your heart to this, spark, blizz to this Muthafuckas ain't fit to go miles with us Young niggas love the Outlawz, yo child with us Ain't fuckin up, even though we hate this world Young niggas rise up, we can take this world Back, cause it belong to us, stay black And all the other minorities that's under attack Fuck the government, cause they don't give a fuck about rap They sellin the most crack in my hood, in fact They want us coked up, doped up, drunk as fuck So we won't have no clue what's goin on around us Get down with us, if you remember all the lynchin Muthafuck the cops, includin Sean Nixon We schoolin y'all, listen, my word is bond One love to Geronimo, the war's still on (Now march) War Gats up War Gats up 1, 2, 3, march War Gats up War Gats up 1, 2, 3, march (Now march) 1, 2, 3, 4 (Now march) Outlaw, Outlaw We ready for (Now march) 1, 2, 3, 4 (Now march, march, march, march) Outlaw, Outlaw We ready for war [ Napoleon ] Nigga, it's doomsay, me and my AK Got a chest full of hate, we finna bomb on the fake Sip through the cracks of your hallway, march to your house You or your wife about to witness what the church talk about Put up your squad like in Vietnam, all demons come out You need to stay yo ass in the fuckin house when the freaks come out The game ain't changed, you did, nigga, you ain't real with this Pac told us some shit that'll make these young niggas kill to this You can pop them pills to this if that's gon' release yo stress The last nigga that fucked with us, he seen Pac in his rest You tryin to argue with death, nigga, you know you in the wrong Fuckin with me, I know your mama live, nigga, get gone You face the strength of the strong, my nigga EDI said clear You either ride or collide with these niggas over here So drop dead, you been dead when you was runnin yo mouth Rap-A-Lot done brung them Outlawz to ride down south So come on [ repeated 3X: ] War Gats up War Gats up 1, 2, 3, march War Gats up War Gats up 1, 2, 3, march (Now march) 1, 2, 3, 4 (Now march) Outlaw, Outlaw We ready for (Now march) 1, 2, 3, 4 (Now march, march, march, march) Outlaw, Outlaw We ready for war |
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from Outlawz - Neva Surrender - The Rap-A-Lot Sessions (2005)
[ Napoleon ]
I know this young nigga who love to keep his gun in his pants 14, little Ant will snatch your shit to enhance He lost his moms at a early age, pops was cracked out His brother ran a drug house where they slept with they Mac's out And where we from, fuck them basketball teams And your neighborhood PAL cause it's all about makin cream He stayed dirty, copped a clip for thirty He'd rather be sellin drugs early instead of young, black and nerdy He had his hard hat, born ready for war This young nigga heart's gone and I saw this before He lived day by day, prey by prey, stray by stray Blunted on Chancellor Ave. 380 hallway He bought a AK and I know he gon' sway, it ain't no damn way That this young nigga can turn his life around, mang Now where is God when you need him, he's internally bleedin Little Ant's barely breathin but he gotta stay eatin So he robs again but this time he all smoked out He put his finger on the trigger and let the death fly out Some man got hit, he's layin on the pavement stiff Blood drippin from his face and he drownin in it Now what a surprise that little Ant can't come around That it's his own man dead on the ground Dead on the ground Damn He can't come around That it's his own man dead on the ground Dead on the ground Lost, turned out Not a doubt What's it all about Lost, turned out Not a doubt What's it all about [ EDI ] Baby girl, I can see you in that crazy world Spinnin out of control, nowhere to go At one point in time, huh, you could've been mine But you was movin too fast, couldn't take the chance in losin yo ass In high school, we was homies, but that was before we Started keepin each other from bein lonely With my mama workin all the time and your daddy drinkin Sneakin, tryin to bump and grind, what is he thinkin? We escaped in each other, became friends before lovers More like sister and brother, at least we can trust us But I had dreams, yeah, my plane leavin soon Had to hook up with Pac, huh, continue to bloom I called twice just to see if you alright Both times you wasn't home, I knew somethin was wrong And then I knew I was right, when they said they found you one night Barely holdin on, tell me where did you go wrong? Was it when you started strippin for tips? Then sellin it for mo' chips? And sniffin powder just to deal with it Can you tell me, I guess that you can't Cause I'm hearin you about to take your last dance Let the game get the best of you, baby Shoulda called on a Law, he was testin you, baby But now you gone before you can be found Gone without a doubt, lost and turned out Lost and turned out Lost, turned out Not a doubt What's it all about Lost, turned out Not a doubt What's it all about [ Young Noble ] My brother Sean, he home now, he cool for a minute I love him to death but bullshit he stays in it I'm gettin older [Name] middle school around the corner The drug dealers need and teach what they wanna "Moms, can I go to the park and play?" Didn't play, I was countin every single cent them niggas made Then his moms lost her job, no more money-stackin On her way home she slipped on some ice and caught a back spasm And that's what happened to Aline She said she had lotta pains, just an excuse to be a fiend Low on food, though it was good what my mama made But you know a hungry nigga at school can't concentrate B to an F student Think about the bitches and the sneakers, my whole childhood ruined I made my first sale ( ? ) in a alley way in 164 I was scared as shit I wasn't scared of the cops though, this is true I was more scared of what mom duke'd do So I chilled for a few instead of ( ? ) Spent weekends with my peeps just escapin the block Little [Names], I knew em since seven We had a room, they had a house, just no way to compare it But they parents taught me shit and gave me shit Fed me, treated a nigga just like family You gave me love and you neglected me too Lost and turned out but still comin home to you I love you [Name] I love you [Name] Lost and turned out but still comin home to you I love you [Name] Lost, turned out Not a doubt What's it all about Lost, turned out Not a doubt What's it all about |
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from Outlawz - Neva Surrender - The Rap-A-Lot Sessions (2005)
[ Young Noble ]
It's only us, me, Kastro, EDI and Napoleon It's on again, young niggas born again I wish somebody coulda told me then That we was gon' grow up to be some lonely men Now I found out I really don't got friends Cause nobody come around when I not spend I walk around this fuckin planet feelin boxed in Smokin stoge after stoge like it's oxygen When there was 10 of us we all ate from one dub Let's turn the dirt to glory for Pac up above Yak one love, I know you gotta be free Havin conversations with you when there's nobody but me I guess whatever don't kill me make me stronger But I don't know if I can take it any longer But I got to, cause family live they dreams through us It's like 5 million lost souls that cling to us But I know one thing, it ain't shit without y'all Thug Life for life, Young Noble Outlaw It ain't shit without y'all Thug Life for life, Young Noble Outlaw [ CHORUS: Noble ] The only thing that we got left is us If you don't have nothin else, son, you got my trust Loyalty come first, I put my life in your hands I'ma die as a man and die together is the plan Keep the team stong, make this cream real long Cash last long enough for our grandkids to eat on We Outlawz, and if it's on then it's on Watch my back, I watch yours and we make it through the strorm Thug on [ EDI ] Early on I knew life wasn't shit Just made 2, drugs and love made my daddy split Mama's now forced to turn a boy into a man Impossible task, still she doin all she can And I'm growin quickly, slowly started seein things All the wrong in this world, taught me not to believe in things Not even man, cause we all change daily Best friends be tryin to bring each other death quickly Only the strong survive As long as I'm alive I ride Hooked up with some niggas that I knew had my side O-u-t-l-a-w-z Me for you, you for me eternally Makaveli-trained riders Cause the Don may be gone but he remains deep inside us It comes out every time niggas try us Y'all my family until the Lord'll have me I make this promise [ CHORUS: Young Noble ] [ Napoleon ] I been wakin up, stressin lately Sheets wet from the sweat and my hands shaky I got a kid on the way, I'm kinda nervous I did some dirt in my life, hope it don't curse it And all I got left is my Outlaw niggas My cousins and my brothers and some Jersey drug dealers I keep my faith in the Lord and stay strugglin He keep on pushin me forward to stay hustlin And when Pac died nobody never knew Or gave a fuck on what the Outlawz was goin through We kept your heads to the sky and our guns too We had to ask straight for a dollar to split a cold brew And through the process our family was still dyin I got a grip of this shit, there's no complyin And I'ma be the solid rock that I am, nigga And I'ma give it all I got to raise my kid, nigga I got the blood of Malcolm X in me I got the dirt from the cemetary runnin in me One way up and that's how we goin, nigga Now put guns up, the world ain't friendly, nigga And just wait till you get to hold reality And just wait, I bet you try to up your salary And these crackers be doin too much Let's start the revolution so we can rise up Come on [ CHORUS ] Thug on Thug on Thug on Outlawz till I die, gee Pour some liquor on the curb |
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from 2Pac - Resurrection (2003)
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz War Time War Time, it's either yourz or mine Outlawz be on a grind, and a mission to shine And ride on em', leave em' stuck and fucked from the gate Set it straight, regulate wit' a bomb I'm about to detonate (Boom!) Hesitate, aww, now you know what ya'll niggaz were here to go If you know it was good for ya Buncha toy souljahs all dressed in fatigue But I'm Edi Amin on a mission to make em bleed Nigga what?, Nigga who? It was cool? and at you?, what the fuck is gone do? Barbecue and boo-hoo Ride or die, get money all at the same time Split the pie with the homie, ball at the same time Any nigga splippin', fall at the same time We all links in the chain, tryin to gain, do time We all see the sunshine But when you could do yourz, we'll bring these muthafuckas war You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz As I approach the scene, from smokin' green Got my eyes closed, niggaz so cold on my foes I make em' die froze Watch me make em' bleed, make em' G's Lord help me wit'it Got me paintin' pictures of a mil-ticket Help me get'it See me and pray for options but the pressures nonstop Niggaz get the pistol poppin' And watch they body drop I'm a lethal threat, watch me hit your set Flash on, blast on them bitch-made niggaz wit' my mask on Do it for profit, plus I'm, lookin for punks to bust on If you ain't screamin' WestSide, you can get the fuck on I'm seein' demons hittin' weed Got me hearin' screamin' Scared to go to sleep, watch the scene like a dope-fiend Probably be punished for it, though you can't ignore it I live the life of a thug nigga, and die for it Niggaz pass the clip and watch me bring em to the floor I got some shit that they ain't ready for (What you got?) I got the Secretz of War You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz We do this thug life shit, like 4, 5, 6, dick em' Down wit' no rounds left up in the pound when the sounds (Here we go) Squeeze the lead off, I blow his mutha fuckin' head off Signal all the other outlawz to get this shit set off Yaki Kadafi, it ain't a cop here to stop me These streetz is black hockey and raw we get sloppy Put a pamper on your silly ass prestyle grammar Locked in the slammer, while I'm layed cocked back like a hammer Ya'll newly weds that in honey moons, times bout up Ya'll, that means I leave no trace found with you face, bounce, stuck Your pig scanners can't come close touch or even hit me Doin' my dirt, puttin' in work, you see shit, what you gonna do? You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz Yo, we go to war We check the murder rate percentage Niggaz is finished Get blood checks from clinics This thug shit is in us Flowin' through my system, you a victim Blunts, I twist em', fuck the whole world It's us against them you got some heat? Pull it out Cock the hammer if you wit' it, don't make No difference here, with the 25 to life sentence We already doin' life on the streetz Like algae, niggaz be heated, when they walkin' the beat This shit is flaky, makin' backs shaky, niggaz hate me Scared to face me, knowin' that the Outlawz blaze me Pull me up on game, put me up on a hustle Once I suck my money muscle, all the G's got devils Movin' shit like a dollar, beatin' niggaz like Rodney Turn a killa like Kadafi, and a nuke stream to stop me You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz We go to war Bring it on And all you lil' young ass souljahs You play this shit back about fifteen times You'll have enough game to roll up in a club or somethin Teach these bitches a lil' somethin', you know what I mean? |
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from 2Pac - Nu-Mixx Klassics [remix] (2003)
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 - Nu-Mixx Klassics [remix] (2003)
So I f**ked your bi**h
You fat mutha-f**ka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is ni**as we bring it to {Take Money} [ha ha, that's alright] First off, f**k your bi**h And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I f**ked your wife We bust on Bad Boys ni**as f**k for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark a*s bi**hes We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How i'll leave yah Cut your young a*s up See yah in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Don't f**k with real a*s G's Quick to snatch your ugly a*s, off the streets So f**k peace I'll let them ni**as know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night [ha ha] Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill f**k with me And get your caps peeled You know, See Chorus Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace ni**a, I hit 'em up Check this out You mutha-f**kas know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all ni**as ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah bi**h made a*s Bad Boys bi**hes {ahh yo, yo, hold the f**k up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pa*s the mac And let me hit 'em in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right For setting up traps Little accident murderers And I ain't never heard of yah Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Guard your rank Cause I'm a slam your a*s in a pang Puffy weaker than a f**kin' block I'm running through ni**a And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In front of yah ni**a With the ready power Tucked in my Guess Under my Eddie Bower Your clout petty sour I push packages ever hour I hit 'em up Chorus Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace ni**a, We hit 'em up Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you ni**as getting killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a Shermine ni**as think they learned to fly But they burn mutha-f**ka you deserve to die Talking about you Getting Money But its funny to me All you ni**as living bummy While you f**king with me? I'm a self made Millionaire Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air {Air} [Ha Ha] Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the bi**h to let you sleep in the house Now its all about versace You copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my A-K I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mutha-f**ka I'll Hit 'Em Up I'm from N W New Jers. Where plenty of murder occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenerio Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees Copin' pleas with these Little Kim is yah Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the f**k? Is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped And all your fake a*s east coast props Brainstormed and locked You'se a B-writer Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing s**t but a faker So fill the Alazhay with a chaser 'bout to get murdered for the paper E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke [uhh] Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-f**kin' joke Thug Life, ni**as better be known Be approaching In the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping It's a battle lost I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off ni**a, I hit 'em up Now you tell me who won I see them, they run [ha ha] They don't wanna see us Whole Junior Mafia click Dressing up to be us How the f**k they gonna be the Mob? When we always on out job We millionaire's Killing ain't fair But somebody got to do it Oh yah Mobb Deep [uhh] You wanna f**k with us You Little young a*s mutha-f**kas Don't one of you ni**as got sickle-cell or something You f**king with me, ni**a ? You f**k around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the f**k up Before you get smacked the f**k up This is how we do it on our side Any of you ni**as from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain't singing, We bringing drama f**k you and your mother f**king mama. We gonna kill all you mother f**kers. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother f**kin opinion Well this is how we gon' do this: f**k Mobb Deep, f**k Biggie, f**k Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother f**kin crew. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, Then f**k you too. Chino XL, f**k you too. All you mother f**kers, f**k you too. (take money, take money) All of y'all mother f**kers, f**k you, die slow mother f**ker. My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow. You mother f**kers can't be us or see us. We mother f**kin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, ni**a We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother f**kers. We do our job. You think you the mob, ni**a, we the mother f**kin' mob Ain't nuttin' but killers And the real ni**as, all you mother f**kers feel us. Our s**t goes triple and four quadruple You ni**as laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother f**kin' belts You know how it is and we drop records they felt You ni**as can't feel it We the realist f**k 'em. We Bad Boy killas. |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
(DJ Quik)
Hey Pac, it's yo boy Hey man so far I've been listening to your album and I ain't heard nothing you could kick back and smoke a beady to You know? Yeah like that Some of that mellow shit Some of that shit that make bitches drink Make niggaz think And help you check a fat-ass bank, hahahah So why don't you kick some of that shit nigga only you know how Hahahah, feel me? (Tupac) I'm barely standing and plus my secondhand say it's midnight Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right Like misdemeanours is a small thing With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang Running through the street lights cause we like Young nigga get your mob on show em what a G like Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno Niggaz popping, welcome to our casino Cause you and me know hundred percent like a c-note Looking for a bitch that's half-black and Filipino And when I meet her I'ma offer her some Indo Tounge-kissing on the window of a pearl white limo Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga touch me here, I'll get bigger While I'm digging I'll get deep into your liver I'm game tight love fucking bitches in the same night My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right The club be popping so I'm stopping at the Fat Burger Look through the paper it's another black crack murder The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die You can fuck on the first night, or try, in the 'Late Night' (Chorus) * DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X* Last night.. last night changed it all 'Pac) In the late night Last night.. (I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be .. do it myself) (Pac) In the late night (Hussein Fatal) Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped I clock rocks in the rain til my socks is damp Ain't nothing like being a thug when I can just Sit on the Row of Death straight knowing that I'm blessed Hussein Fatal, flawless fatality Overdosing on crime, three steps from reality Get up to get down, represent the town Last night was popping like like cocked glocks with hollow-tip rounds (Kadafi) From booty calls to bail sheets It ain't no telling if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets My intuitions and the bitches up in the late night Probably involves me coming up with just to see another day might, If me who ride the bullet in these streets where a man journey With crooked cops and a society who trying to burn me I'm like a pit in a cage spitting my shells in a gauge Deadly as aids niggaz getting crossed like a maze Now picture me living my life like a king maybe one day chilling I'm living Monday through Sunday Bringing the gun play for all these beefs and battles When we collide I'm a ride on that hide like cattle Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night (Chorus) (2Pac) Money and multiple gunshots are shown large amps are blown Niggaz in low-lows, pursuing more hoes, then go home The life of a California star And when you see me in the drop-top Jag how many niggaz wanna be me? Game is automatic mandatory I sell To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell Cause when you gettin some riches watch for dumb bitches They have you labeled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin It's a mean world nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day? Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static? Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic I disappear whenever heated ride whenever needed For my niggaz up in Clinton getting weeded Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die Supply long as you motherfuckers buy My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and ducking Slapping niggaz known for telling bitches fuck-it in the late night (Chorus) |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
This motherfucking life I lead, shit
A hell of motherfucking road blocks and crooked cops We still ride though What side? Westside (Verse 1: Tupac) I want money in large amounts my garage full of cars that bounce Moving my tapes in major ways cause every dollar counts Busters is jealous and half these nigas is punks They running off at the mouth 'til I fill up with my pump They jump my automatic keep them weary While you fronting like you Billy bad ass nigga you scary I been knowing you for years we was high school peers iIn Junior High I was itchin' to kill and you was ready to die While you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases Busting my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places Leaving no trace they see my face and then they buried Them bitches die in a hurry still I ride I'm never worried Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'ma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd and motherfuckers die It's not the way I wanna live my nigga it's how it is Homie got into a fight last night they killed his kids (Chorus x2) In this life I lead fiend for currency Get high off weed collect g's make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead (Verse 2: Young Noble) I ain't a killer but don't push me dog For that family I'll send that ass straight to God (what you doing nigga?) And in this life I lead I've seen the most of my 23 years My vision is blurry the money is clear Some of my peers eternally will sleep in a coffin (yeah nigga) And noble on the road I'm extremely cautious It happened that fast split second your gone At the top of my tombstone put noble is raw Outlaw 'Till I'm under the floor for Kadafi the prince I stack dough like a clock on the bricks With a watch on my wrist dog I know the time these days We outlaws we gonna die this way we already in the history books Pac made sure of that Whateva you took we taking it back You know it's all for the foundation Outlaws We still building the thug nation holler at your homie (Chorus 2x) In this life I lead Fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect g's Make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead (Verse 3: Napolean) It ain't but nothing air between us oxygen is gettin hot Got a problem mo' fag ass nigga kick rocks Now *censored* on the phone and the nigga talking crazy I don't know who to blame him or *censored* for killing babies I'm a New Jers' Devil the street created rebel Only got one shot to produce on every level This is Maximus go to the max I must Nigga I came from not much so money I clutch Uhuh Napolean the strength of strong arm With a dick they whistle and ride I put a move up on I'm a hardcore product of the ghetto Been blessed for sure to eat from out the ghetto I maneuver in the right lane quick to push back lanes Switch it to the left lane I play with my hands And I'm plotting on the fortune it's getting hot and scorching I'm thinking like a scorpion that torturing an enemy (Chorus 2x) In this life I lead Fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect g's Make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead (Verse 4) Now with this outlaw lifestyle that I've been introduced to Money and hoes keep us closer to Lucifer (what's up Kurupt) Steady seducing us and I'm all for it It's the life for me and the law cant spoil it So you can call it what the fuck you want (right) But I'm a baller alcoholic with a sawn-off pump (nigga) My mamma ain't raise no punk and even dead Pac So when I jump off I breathe for Yak Been puttin in work so I walk with a bop And it safe at home so I sleep with a glock (no mistakes) Thug living Ugh what the fuck would be better I do my dirt with the family so we dying together (Verse 5: Edi) We on a mission for mo' gangster shit on you hoes We ain't fucking with you lawyers crossing niggas up out there dough Trying to live Godzilla Edi went from a bad boy To a anybody killer Look out Wanted man guns in hand stand firm Nuts are my pride now lets burn Bound and profound going down swinging Holding my ground we the last ones breathing No stopping till we eating deep in the trenches So many killings it's senseless So in this life I lead I stay protected My god my squad and this thing in my palm Now all my hustling motherfuckers get your money Sing along (Chorus x2) In this life I lead Fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect g's Make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead This motherfucking life I lead nigga You know what time it is Westside Deathrow Dogg Pound Everybody killer Bad boy killer ?? killer Anybody killer Fuck all y'all niggas If it ain't Westside nigga it ain't Pac That's on my momma |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
(2Pac (Hook))
Nigga westside Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker (2pac) Can't nobody stop us when we blunted up and swervin Packed in a suburban, screamin outlaw runin on the curb They never try me cause right behind me your killer team I get a word cut the head off a nigga like a guillotine This Hennessey'll keep me calm though Sittin in the back of the club, tradin convo Livin like a Don in my own mind Signal Kadafi, nigga watch me with the chrome nine All the time drinkin champagne Walk through the crowd let the tramps hang Niggas playa hate but do a damn thing Picture me doin eighty down a one way Stuck in the trunk, caught with gun play So I gotta keep my eyes open Gettin high, wonder why we gotta die smokin My alibi, I'm victory Like them other vile men I'm marked for death Spendin my nights like its the last one left I'm an outlaw Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone I'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Puffin on a sweet submission I'm the last one left Tell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave until I see everybodys gone I'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Puffin on a sweet swisher, guess I'm the last one left (Kastro) I got my back against the wall Gat chillin by my balls Prior to war is rider nigga only five six tall Napoleon only knows on we outlaws fuck fear Better strap down to the feelins cause we out yeah Thug passion all up in me Feelin like I took some Henne It aint easy I'm tryin to make a dollar out of two pennies What we got with these rap niggas Wanna pull they're gat niggas Only got my side cause they think pac die nigga Last niggas with our tape Take a shot within our vest Pac come and catch weight Nigga we the last ones left (2Pac) If we woulda known the zone inside my own dome Fresh outs jail it was hell but I'm probably home Lookin for niggas that was roofin that shit when I was locked back Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked back Fuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak Bitch niggas be afraid to speak We the last ones left (2Pac) (Chorus (slight change)) Tell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Puffin on a sweet swisher Like I'm the last one left Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave till I see everybodys gone At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Puffin on a sweet swisher, last one left Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave till I see everybodys gone At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor (Yeah) Puffin on a sweet swisher, I'm the last one left (Napoleon) I eat and sleep the worst shit, turfs and birth Me and my team super supreme putin in work I'm passed out, drunk as a fuck, till it hurt And I call earl screamin fuck the world I got a bitch on the side wanna be my wife And wify beefin wanna know if she gonna see me tonight And i know it aint right, but its the life I got And thats until I see Yak And thats until I see Pac Young know I lost a troll somebody owed me down And if the world was a girl I'd stick my dick in the ground Fuck the world (2Pac (Varied Hook)) Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Yeah Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker UH Outlaw in this motherfucker right here Outlaws in this motherfucker UH In this motherfucker right here In this motherfucker UH Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker UH Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker UH Outlaw in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker UH In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside (fades out) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
(2Pac)
If you a bad boy (Chorus: repeat 2X) If you a bad boy then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up when the rob me Put another contract on Mobb Deep (Hussein Fatal) I focus my locus thought on my enemies Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy And as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar Strap in back to the corners droppin on to spin the tires My man define ya 357 anaconda This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted (Tupac) Ever since mama got fucked and papa ducked out Look at us murderous thugs showin less love in the drug house Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage Bring chaos causin damage on our quest for cabbage They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it Most wanted by the population murdered you for it Exploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release Criminal orders across the waters bringin the war to the streets Why fear me, fear the shit I speak Once this shit drop it's heard on every fuckin street Like the sound of police who run the street really And every hood let you grow From the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O' And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step My homie buried at an early age hustled to death His last breath, a lesson I posses like jewels Stay thugged out keep it movin' (Yaki Khadafi) Halfway thugs are buged when we stalk the streets Sort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets You speak the big pussy throw down and drop it Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket Getting mine with nine coked extorting Block shots with 22's with my socks with the butt hangin out the chalk You never seen time I travel across the mean crime My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin Catch my body like haitian 5 minutes from the station (Young Noble) Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence The bigger prick don't mean no evidence or proof the I was present At the scene of the crime around 10 niggas bleed After they made this punk fag motherfucker bleed All the money was bloody as shit, y'all niggas shoulda seen it Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees shit The glock to your head nigga, don't let inside action Hit innocent by - standers when he blasted, shot fucken backwards Little homies puttin work for stripes But is it worth your life a g - rides runnin red lights I wish somebody would have t old me then Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell they can hold me in Caucassian crazy like Arabians Hold this spot like some niggas fade me in having the scene chase me When they want the product nigga I got the smoke Got the weed and the coke what you need what you want What you working with I'm some immortal shit Outlawz we straight hurtin shit use artillery to murder with Put then on the box gangsta party like Pac Lifes hard from the ox me and my niggas on top (2Pac: repeat 5X) I know the law hate me dearly, comin for me We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin on E (Nuttso) With the leaded Pac, fuck the law Carry steal cause I live in the nigga side of the law Ridin' foes cause I can't let hoes catch me slippin Quick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin Ridin high, blazing, kryptonite got a nigga dazing Burpin and smurkin got on his knees before I grave em Ride em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped At a stop light in a growin night, this motherfucken trick Slide over so I can dip and put it in him Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I sent it Hit the pedal now we high speeding With the metal trying to make these motherfuckers die freezing Up the way I seen him slow down Shit!! I think I'm gonna bust these hoes down Caught them runnin on e it kind of funny to me They know they was fuckin with me but they dumb to see (2Pac) Open up fire watchin me spy when my shells split em Plus all them tricks and the bitches go to hell with em Fuck em they phony claimin they homies but the foes Speakin on thug niggas daily while we nailing they hoes Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation Words known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation Crooked thoughts cops get bought no longer caught Did you cry when my girl died Put out the hit politc niggas worldwide grabbin my dick I'll never learn take away the pain with sherm Throwin gas on my enemies watchin them burn Call my posse, I'm shootin up the casket take the body Whip the corpse like a piaata and party His last breath a straight lesson I posses like jewels Stay thugged out keep it movin (Chorus till fade) |
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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
(feat. Young Noble)
[Edi] (chorus) Mic check... uhu Bitch ya heard me Let's get down right dirty Bounce that ass and let me see if you worthy Work them hips until I loose my cool Then Imma introduce ya ass to my crew [Young Noble] You can shake that ass if you want to girl I can break that ass if I want to girl You can ride the dick if you need to girl Pay you 68 bitch when I need to girl I only spend cash when I need too ma' You need to give the money some Plus me too ma' You hit the blunt once Time to pass it bitch I hit ya cunt once Now she love my dick These honey's got a problem Coming out they clothes I was spittin' at the hoes Now they gettin' at Nobe They swallow all the nut Straight loving the taste Mouth better then the pussy So Im fuckin' her face She aint bring a toothbrush So it's cum on her teeth She know the routine Yo I nut and I leave (I'm gone) In between these songs gettin' head in the booth Tell the truth You muthafuckas better then who? [Edi] (chorus 1) Baby ya heard me Let's get down right dirty Bounce that ass and let me see if you worthy (bounce bounce bounce) Work them hips until I loose my cool Then Imma introduce that ass to my crew [Young Noble] (chorus 2) Let's do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long As naked with my Tims on Come along Do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long As naked with my Tims on Bring it on [Young Noble] She ain't know I had plans So I'm beatin' it up Anything you got for me girl I'm eatin' it up Talkin' bout how she gon' work that shit I need ya legs behind ya head to insert this dick My nigga Reef next so what's fuckin with that She like to lay on her stomach so I bust on her back As naked with my Tims on layin the wood I got hoes in the hills plus some in the hood Some bitches talk slick but cant take the dick Noble bone so ya know you cant break the dick We was all alone so you know she aint the dick She like pussy but she know aint no mistaken dick I talk to 'em smooth then Im fuckin 'em rough Let's do the Boxspring Boogie baby Thuggin' it up I talk to 'em smooth then Im fuckin 'em rough Let's do the Boxspring Boogie Is you with it or what? [Edi] (chorus 1) Baby ya heard me Let's get down right dirty Bounce that ass and let me see if you worthy (bang bang bang) Work them hips until I loose my cool Then Imma introduce that ass to my crew [Young Noble] (chorus 2) Let's do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long As naked with my Tims on Come along Do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long As naked with my Tims on Bring it on [Young Noble] (verse 3) My nigga Quimmy Quim said he like to piss on hoe's My nigga Milion said he make 'em touch they toes Bitches get slick on some K-Y shit Then I turn to Aaron Hall on some Bye-Bye shit (Bye Bye) Ya wonder why a muthafucka call ya bitch Ya wonder why a muthafucka called cha friend I aint got time for you playin' them games Let me work it past ya time so you could play with ya brain Nobe aint shit they be tellin they friends These hoe's aint shit and I'll tell 'em again On some real life trick shit Hookers and dimes You be diggin' in ya pockets While she look in ya eye My big homie told me dont trust that bitch I told 'em: "hell nah I dont love that bitch" I got a wife and a kid so Im cuttin' you off You could brag to ya friends you was fuckin a Law [Edi] (chorus 1) Baby ya heard me Let's get down right dirty Bounce that ass and let me see if you worthy (bounce bounce bounce) Work them hips until I loose my cool Then Imma introduce that ass to my crew [Young Noble] (chorus 2) Let's do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long As naked with my Tims on Bring it on Do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long As naked with my Tims on Bring it on |
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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
(feat. Napoleon)
[Napoleon talking] All you fag niggaz gotta move on (get the fuck out the way) I kick up dust for real, nigga fuck this rap shit nigga you wanna see me, see me nigga Nigga I'm the nigga to see Punk ass mutha-fucka Don't get your pockets pulled nigga (check it out uh-uh) Hold the fuck up nigga why you lookin so tough You don't know that I'm an outlaw and I'll fuck you up Punk nigga, the street change everyday, But I'ma change a long will cuz the streets where I lay Nowadays it ain't about runnin your mouth It's bout (gun cocked) and (gunshots); assed out Turnin me out nigga, I turn the streets out With this underground thug shit that killers come out Where the gunz be at, where the money be at I stand full, nothin but the uncut shit I'm hardcore And ain't nothing changed since back in the day Just new money frays and new hand grenades When the war pops off I'ma knock the street lights off Y'all some paper back soldierz nigga you too soft And killin in my raps I'm too real for that But if I say I'ma do it, if you say you have too, prove it to me [chorus] It ain't nothin but a freshin to me And if ya fuckin with me, Then you can die if you wanna nigga And all my life I had issues with me you try trippin with me Then you can die if you wanna nigga The street made a slight killah for me And if you soft too me Then you can die if you wanna nigga You act tough And you can die if you wanna nigga You in a rush And you can die if you wanna nigga I'm a street nigga, check my background I did a couple of driveby's with the fo-pound And I was never ever scared to bust a couple of rounds It's all in me, my whole family was raised wrong Nigga, my whole team strong, buck buck, double glock dead wrong And imitatin Pac nigga, you know you wrong And runnin your mouth will get a gun in your house There is money down south so I gotta take some There is money on the west coast I gotta chase some There is money on the east coast I gotta take some So I bought me a gun, I'm bout to rob everyone It's like a 2000 jack the rapper, fall down Empty down your pockets nigga and pass it around And what was you thinkin when Pac was around He wasn't trainin Outlawz to burn shit down I strategize for the dough dough, cock block with the fo-fo send four more at the po-po, his whole ass like Zorro it's real nigga so I'ma bleed for mine with money on my mind I'ma get it, it's mines nigga [chorus] It ain't nothin but a freshin to me And if ya fuckin with me, Then you can die if you wanna nigga And all my life I had issues with me you try trippin with me Then you can die if you wanna nigga The street made a slight killah for me And if you soft too me Then you can die if you wanna nigga You act tough And you can die if you wanna nigga You in a rush And you can die if you wanna nigga |
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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
(feat. Edi/Kastro)
Edi (talking) C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon... Smoke It Outlawz c'mon... Yea... Blood Brothers c'mon Intoduction to the Outlaw Lifestyle Blood Brothers ya know Hit the weed, get the drank Edi... Kastro... Load up, put one in Outlaw Recordz... please respect it Here we go [Edi] Introduction to the Outlawz lifestyle Get the weed, get the drank Turn the lights down Bang ya hood Show ya tatts Let them niggaz know They crossed the muthafuckin' line And now they gotta go Im with my family and I'm finna' light it Fuck yall niggaz I cant see a damn thang but us dog Makaveli lives and shit I'm the fuckin proof 2nd generation Thug Life Who is you? Hood to hood... Outlaw please respect it We them niggaz gettin' helix When it get hectic Well trained, smell game from a mile away Get the bitch to the hide away right away Edi - i - like a thief in the night I rock her to sleep I put my piece thru the light We breathe thru the light And we the strength for the strong Keepin' it going Yall muthafuckas hate cause you know Here we go Kastro (chorus) I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life So... ghetto shit is all I like Like loud mouth ho's Foul mouth folks Up 3 days straight Thuggin' in the same clothes We scrap for a living Trapped in this prison We take money-money Without asking permission Our hearts pump thug shit Our blood drip fire The life of an Outlaw For swears to admire [Kastro] The butchery, gun talk and money moves The prophecy for young thugs is born to loose Walk in my shoes If you can you's a man Two hands on ya balls These squares can't understand Daddy... raised me crazy And now I'm worst Down thursty for thug money I guess I'm cursed Who woulda' knew... that... When the kid got big I'd be thugged out without giving a shit I spit dues Appears to me no school Follow the leader I'll lead ya We will not loose Im from a rotten deck From my cards I gotta stoppin' tek No sweat.......... I demand respect And respect you take You walk lightly, politely I do what's not right Like ???? Spike Lee Ain't nobody like me No need to look Im down hard I die hard I think I'm hooked Kastro (chorus) I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life So... gutta shit is all I like Like loud mouth ho's Foul mouth folks Up 3 days straight Thuggin' in the same clothes We scrap for a living Trapped in this prison We take money-money Without asking permission Our hearts pump thug shit Our blood drip fire The life of an Outlaw For swears to admire [Edi ] We.... settin' up shop ?? Pac til the death of me I hear ya back up in my head Dont have to pressure me Elevation, preparation 'Bout to take this over 'Bout to get a face in this game Im mase over Tired of niggaz giving me the same run around You sellin' coke, shootin' the block You's a rapper POW Nigga please spare me all the details Me and mine gon' ball or see hell Will we fail? Nigga neva' I got a one shot deal And dog it's so real Im out here like whatever I could pay these bills or shoot to kill Cause gutta shit is all I like Bump a bitch in the day And we fuckin' at night (yeah) Ghetto shit is all I love Over packed clubs And oversized dub's (shit) 22's, money rules in the life we lead Lifestyle of an Outlaw.. O.G Kastro (chorus) I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life So... ghetto shit is all I like Like loud mouth ho's Foul mouth folks Up 3 days straight Thuggin' in the same clothes We scrap for a living Trapped in this prison We take money-money Without asking permission Our hearts pump thug shit Our blood drip fire The life of an Outlaw For swears to admire Ghetto shit, Gutta shit nigga |
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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
[Napoleon] (talking)
Outlawz... could never touch the kids in the ghetto man That's where I'm from..... man [Chorus] This is our life Even tho' the sun dont always shine It's still our life If you keep yo head up everything will be alright In living your life [Napoleon] I'm damn near 'bout to go in tears Writin' this verse here I feel like I'm cursed here I'm choked up since I lost my peers But I know one day we be back again One love to my Mexicans Tryin' to run across the border To see freedom all over again Man... One love to my Africans They try to kill us with AIDS But they smart again It's like I die once that I be born again With the grace of Allah Kept away my sins From the ghetto where they play with heavy metal to win Lost my parents so I moved with my next-of-kin Life.... just so mych pain to me To tell the truth I dont wanna die angrily Makaveli and Kadafi, them trained me I feel yall in the dark steady hatin' me [Chorus] This is our life Even tho' the sun dont always shine It's still our life If you keep yo head up everything will be alright In living your life [Edi] In '96 we was on top of the world Videos, movies, money, jewels and girls Rolls Royces, Hummers, Jagz and all that Hard to believe one night in Vegas changed all that Fast forward... 6 years Man, we still here Despite be hated on (huh) We still clear Until the end of time you cant stop destiny Back for everything they owe Now let's go [Young Noble] I got the spirit of a angel The heart of a soldier The mind of a militant Was blessed by my mother The inspiration of my life She 4 years clean With 15 years on the pipe And she just got married I felt pain... ya sayin' Pac smilin' at the wedding Never forget her mah' Yall baby fool, I promise to ya Imma stay a trooper Outlawz done die We forever move [Chorus] This is our life Even tho' the sun dont always shine It's still our life If you keep yo head up everything will be alright In living your life [Kastro] Oh... I'm on, pens and needles Needles and pens These 2 Tims was my Beemer Before I heard of a Benz I got lost tryin' to find my ends And got crossed tryin' to find me a friend That's life.... We sacrifice for better days We pray for a better way that never came Hey! (hey.. hey) What's more precious then a innocent child, smilin' ??? was foul, look at his smile School's not cool Them big body rules The workin' mans a fool If he cant afford the jewels Look at how life use ya Abuse and confuse ya Remember we was suppose to be the future? Now we grown The future is here and we gone Oh where did we go wrong Let's live... And do right by these kids my friend They the only shot we got at living life again C'mon [Chorus - repeat 2X] This is our life Even tho' the sun dont always shine It's still our life If you keep yo head up everything will be alright In living your life |
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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
(feat. Big Syke)
(Verse 1-E.D.I. Mean) But we the last motha fuckaz breathin You don't beleive us then watch us ya tuned in To them Outlaw ridaz, block survivors Killa Kadafi beside us Reppin that thug shit until they bury or hide us Tellin all of my street souljah's to rise up From East to West Coast yo, don't let 'em stop ya It's a cold, hard way we livin Can't out just me, and live to smoke a little Watch my children grow a little Get this money, escape the prison My jail niggaz doin time I feel ya pain, get out rise It ain't nothin but a come up Outlaw Recordz it's official street niggaz gettin this money legal We all in together now, ballin together now Secrets of war young busta you better learn about Bust, if you must, plus Get in the business when the jealous niggaz fuck with us (Chorus-Kastro) We was taught, at all costs hold down fort And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court Where money, power, guns is boss And countin big funs is the favorite sport We must rise, maximize our size Look alive, be advised it's a war outside It's like dodge city, not pretty But don't nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise (Verse 2-Napoleon) Pause nigga 'fore these shells fall with ya 'Bout to four fifth ya, still don't get the picture Thuggin on 'em actin sleep when I'm plottin on 'em This little bitty bullet will make his body turn rotten on 'em Sick them rottweiler's on him, did snatch some dollars from him Bling bling that punk nigga, take the diamonds from him Never had no love for him, nigga we solo Passin out bullets like they promo Oh no, Outlawz comin through Nothin but trouble too, we still do the shit that Pac used to do Who would of knew, that I'd be pointin guns at you Takin funs from you, makin fun at you Busta, ain't nothin but a Jersey ride nigga Have my fanny so white, enough to sniff lines nigga Napoleon, a.k.a Maximus My plans for this, is rise up, stack chips, nigga rise (Chorus-Kastro) We was taught, at all costs hold down fort And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court Where money, power, guns is boss And countin big funs is the favorite sport We must rise, maximize our size Look alive, be advised it's a war outside It's like dodge city, not pretty But don't nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise (Verse 3) (Young Noble) Addicted to adrenaline rush That the streets give off from 5-0 when the heat bust off And I paint it the same cuz I mastermind And every game ain't the same gotta change with the times And get left behind, blessed by God The judge tryin to stretch the charge Young niggaz gotta rise up fuck the narcs Motha fuckaz can't take orders You ain't a souljah nigga don't blame Noble It's the life of ya kid 25 to life bid Four five to wig, dyin tryin to live The streets is a restin place and yesterday And nigga ain't no such thing as extra pay So give me mine today, and get yours tomorrow Nigga Pac left the Thug Life love to follow And I'm O-U-T loyal 'till my casket drop Hustle hard 'till it's hard for the cash to stop, we must rise (Big Syke) Makaveli Kadafi, meant to Big Kato Only ridaz in this day that's killin willin and able Gang related incorporated, you can't fade it Haters gotta hate and ridaz glad that we made it Make it take it to the next level Now change the game, fuck the fame Bang 'em scrape on the hang It ain't no thang to rise above the rest Pass any test, you mention Thug Life you mention the best So invest in a vest, come bang with the best The sunrise in the East but my set in the West Still risin for my nigga Stretch, keep a tech My paper stay risin whether cash or check (Chorus-Kastro) At all costs hold down fort And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court Where money, power, guns is boss And countin big funs is the favorite sport We must rise, maximize our size Look alive, be advised it's a war outside It's like dodge city, not pretty But don't nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise |
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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
(feat. Kaillion)
(Chorus-Shaffar) So many stories in the city I live in I soak up the game, that everyone plays I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way (Verse 1-Napoleon) It's been hard on us, day by day Watchin my step gotta play where I lay Now why this mother fucker wanna test me out It's this thang I'ma protect myself and blow his brains out Cold on the streets never talk on the phone And the main thing is never bring a snake in your home But that's hard black, why? Cuz half the time them niggaz be in your face smilin and shit but you don't know that And I don't know why that nigga jealous of me When he could do the same shit that pay me In the streets breed a lot of killaz That's why corners full of hate and the young ones is cap peelers But they don't feel us when we're drownin in our own blood And they don't know when we go home it's no love So what's the use of us carin and shit And that's the reason we buy guns, load 'em up and spit 'em at shit (Chorus-Shaffar) So many stories in the city I live in I soak up the game, that everyone plays I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way (Verse 2) (Young Noble) I know niggaz that was kings that turned into fiends The nigga lost everything jewels and dreams He losin teams, the murder rate higher than ever Niggaz need more than weed gettin higher than ever Nuts in the streets my roots ain't nothin but deep Niggaz roam with the heat just for somethin to eat Niggaz sell to under covers then snitch on they brothers Everybody sayin fuck us, I know God love us (Mil a.k.a Hellraza) I was raised when I cried in the household Turned me into a nut But these niggaz didn't know Just from bein home I seen enough before I learned the streets I knew all about a gun 'cause my background was deep A little dirty nigga holdin my pants when I run It's a chance you gotta take everyday in the slums This for the hoods where, certain people scared to come I had a heart as a young nigga, now I don't fear none (Chorus-Shaffar) So many stories in the city I live in I soak up the game, that everyone plays I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way (Verse 3-Kastro) I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind What more can I say it been that way a long time And anybody, who think that rude Can suck my dick until they spit my baby girl need food I was young, when Pac put my hands on a gun And told me life is what you make it And stripes you gotta take them It took a while for me to over stand I was only 12 but I felt like a grown man And livin on, and that which does not kill me can only make me strong But ya'll niggaz don't hear me though My souljah story, for glorious pain While I'm game you niggaz playin, played out and lame This shit hurt, my mind blind my dick in the dirt And I'm so sick of bein tired, and tired of bein hurt I search out the truth, and that shit worse I swear it's a curse that the church can't nurse, come on (Chorus-Shaffar) So many stories in the city I live in I soak up the game, that everyone plays I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way |
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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
(feat. 2Pac, T-Low)
[Edi (Bosko)] (gangstaz clap yo hands) World Wide..... Outlawz (all the ladies clap yo hands) Makaveli The Don.... With the homie T-Low (gangstaz clap yo hands) Felly Fel on the track.... Bosko (all the ladies clap yo hands) It's going down real big.... let's go (clap yo hands baby) [Chorus: T-Low] This is for thugz in every state We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite And World Wide Aint no place that we rather be Livin' it up with the family tonite And World Wide [Edi] We holla World Wide Better understand us Since we coming with thugs from L.A to Atlanta Put ya hands up Nothin' but love from all sides of my thug cliq Outlaw ridahs them hataz aint touchin' us Hittin' em up in two-double-O-two I got dank, drank, bank, what you wanna do? Move out the way, you see us coming thru It aint a game, it's true (uhu) We 'bout to act a fool You know the history All out... ball out.... picture me Rollin' and holdin' all brands For the victory Edi Amin... ya know the name Dont remember me? Since it's nine-six World Wide... legendary [Chorus: T-Low] This is for thugz in every state We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite And World Wide Aint no place that we rather be Livin' it up with the family tonite And World Wide [2Pac] Known for doing skandalouz deeds No handlin' me And naw it aint the drugs Just the straight thug nigga in me I swoop down and cause havoc My rapid delivery is automatic Lettin' niggaz have it I been labeled as a thug nigga Since they dont sell my shit to white folks Ship it to the drug dealers And catch'a-catch'a nigga world-wide A fuckin Mobb Figga... West Coast hoo-ride When we robb niggaz Money made my squad bigger But we aint sell our souls Bustin' on our emenies, muder my foes At my shows Imma nut Lights, camera, time for action Now get to clappin' to my cuts A World Wide Mobb Figga [Chorus: T-Low] This is for thugz in every state We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite And World Wide Aint no place that we rather be Livin' it up with the family tonite And World Wide [Bosko] Gangstaz clap yo hands (8 claps) All the ladies clap yo hands (8 claps) Gangstaz clap yo hands (8 claps) All the ladies clap yo hands (8 claps) Clap yo hands baby [Napoleon] It's so hard on me Girl pardon me I got the same spirit Pac had Hit 'em to me When I arrive on the dance floor I'm humpin' the floor It's a world wide mobb thang That's for sure Got money in my pocket now Drivin' in a rocket now Never hear me rap around ice I keep it underground O-U-T-L-A-W-Z fa sheezy (yall tryin to start the East-West beef again) Girl please Get ya money young souljah Time steady wastin' I been around the world before I'm in Jamaica P-R... B-R.... Bahamas, plus Cuba L-A to V-A and even Vancouver [Young Noble] Hey yo.... I be the Young N-O... to the B-L-E Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z And I'm still Dirty Jerz reppin' Outlawz reckage Get ya dough up yall Get ya flow up Pac and Yak live on Dont be surprised if they show up At ya front door with a loaded (ohh noooooo) Young Nobe it the block What's poppin' homie Ya can hate but ya know Pac watchin homie (uhuh) So give some love up We stay thuggin' it up Lil' homie is you thuggin' or what? Throw ya dubz up Put em real high East, West, Dirty South, North side Outlaw pride [Chorus x2: T-Low] This is for thugz in every state We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite And World Wide Aint no place that we rather be Livin' it up with the family tonite And World Wide |
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from Black And White [Explicit Version] (Black And White) [ost] (2000)
(feat. One Eye, Tha Outlawz)
[Intro:] Yeah, Outlawin it Fuckas aint ready for this Thug Life, like that Where you at? Fuck y'all [Young Noble] It ain't nuthin but a thug thing Let my nuts hang to the floor, oh no Please Young No', let 'em go I wan't mo' Go to the game in befo' Lettin 'em know, exactly the way the game go But it ain't No', shame in my game bitch, they know I'm flat broke, ran up in the session of an echo Now I'm trouble with the metal, had a score to settle Now it's me against the world, Young Outlaw rebel Mouthin off, what I tell you don't do that shit Give a fuck about ya fifth, I chew through that shit Do that shit, Outlawz comin equipped Spit ya rhyme now nigga, with a gun on ya lip Watch this Rhyme now nigga, spit ya rhyme now with a gun on ya lip Watch this, eat a dick, bitch [Napolean] I'm a heartless, dark nigga from out the darkness Thugged out better hand, ready to spark this Off the meter, going to my nine millimeter This Napolean, Outlaw, should be strong, willin to fly see Nothin me to fuck ya hood, gum bleed ain't nuthin to me Pussy eater, or am I a thug eater Punk beater, I show you that these slugs will they deal ya Hard be out crowd will make em the squad Probaly burn the shit apart, Napolean, Mr. Bonaparte The part of war you can call art And Jersey is a bitch reign, a cat to use a fuckin bark You faggot ass low heart ass nigga [Chorus: Tha Outlawz] Stand for something, don't fall for nothin Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin So yo button your lip just for frontin y'all get, Hit with every last bullet up in the clip Stand for something, don't fall for nothin Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin Jumpin for the hell of it, bluffin will never get a nigga rich So yo come with some better shit [One Eye] Life, bright lights and guns Gritty nights in the slum, pretty right for bum Some pain become sunshine, but when it rain I'm on the frontline Slangin dimes, bangin that one time I've done mine, one frime after the other one Massacre, clap wit ya, scatter and smother 'em You run for cover, my caliber is like the size of crumb Another dumb nigga thinkin they come? That's foul, they got you thinkin you too wild to be hung Seekin, to be broke and when the heat soakin Moapin, open ya throat nigga keep chokin [Chip Banks] Ay yo One Eye, Ya got Banky out here on the west Cream Teamin it with no vest but two techs Can't trust 'em fuck 'em, might as well buck 'em Leave 'em layin there leakin, the coroner 'a touch 'em Y'all niggas better watch what you say in your raps Better yet, who you aimin it at Cuz I'mma wanna know, where ya knuckle games at Cream Team a number one, holdin down my spot Ya corn balls got me feelin just like pop Bout to run all ya coward niggas outta hip hop When it come to Chip Banks, niggas don't know Whether to call me Banky Baby or Nino It's the Cream Team Senator/Governor Thug out a pretty sluggin ya, too much for ya While ya hidin for me, I'm fuckin ya baby mother [Chorus x2] [Outro:] Ya niggas better keep ya fuckin shit tight Come with some better shit, word up Chip Banks, done birth Fuckin world up Strife doin nigga, Cream Team Where my Harlem niggas at? East side, East West Coast, word up word up Out there, for all ya Word up Fuckin word nigga Told ya niggas it's comin |
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from Black and White [Clean Version] (Black and White) [ost] (2000)
(feat. One Eye, Tha Outlawz)
[Intro:] Yeah, Outlawin it Fuckas aint ready for this Thug Life, like that Where you at? Fuck y'all [Young Noble] It ain't nuthin but a thug thing Let my nuts hang to the floor, oh no Please Young No', let 'em go I wan't mo' Go to the game in befo' Lettin 'em know, exactly the way the game go But it ain't No', shame in my game bitch, they know I'm flat broke, ran up in the session of an echo Now I'm trouble with the metal, had a score to settle Now it's me against the world, Young Outlaw rebel Mouthin off, what I tell you don't do that shit Give a fuck about ya fifth, I chew through that shit Do that shit, Outlawz comin equipped Spit ya rhyme now nigga, with a gun on ya lip Watch this Rhyme now nigga, spit ya rhyme now with a gun on ya lip Watch this, eat a dick, bitch [Napolean] I'm a heartless, dark nigga from out the darkness Thugged out better hand, ready to spark this Off the meter, going to my nine millimeter This Napolean, Outlaw, should be strong, willin to fly see Nothin me to fuck ya hood, gum bleed ain't nuthin to me Pussy eater, or am I a thug eater Punk beater, I show you that these slugs will they deal ya Hard be out crowd will make em the squad Probaly burn the shit apart, Napolean, Mr. Bonaparte The part of war you can call art And Jersey is a bitch reign, a cat to use a fuckin bark You faggot ass low heart ass nigga [Chorus: Tha Outlawz] Stand for something, don't fall for nothin Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin So yo button your lip just for frontin y'all get, Hit with every last bullet up in the clip Stand for something, don't fall for nothin Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin Jumpin for the hell of it, bluffin will never get a nigga rich So yo come with some better shit [One Eye] Life, bright lights and guns Gritty nights in the slum, pretty right for bum Some pain become sunshine, but when it rain I'm on the frontline Slangin dimes, bangin that one time I've done mine, one frime after the other one Massacre, clap wit ya, scatter and smother 'em You run for cover, my caliber is like the size of crumb Another dumb nigga thinkin they come? That's foul, they got you thinkin you too wild to be hung Seekin, to be broke and when the heat soakin Moapin, open ya throat nigga keep chokin [Chip Banks] Ay yo One Eye, Ya got Banky out here on the west Cream Teamin it with no vest but two techs Can't trust 'em fuck 'em, might as well buck 'em Leave 'em layin there leakin, the coroner 'a touch 'em Y'all niggas better watch what you say in your raps Better yet, who you aimin it at Cuz I'mma wanna know, where ya knuckle games at Cream Team a number one, holdin down my spot Ya corn balls got me feelin just like pop Bout to run all ya coward niggas outta hip hop When it come to Chip Banks, niggas don't know Whether to call me Banky Baby or Nino It's the Cream Team Senator/Governor Thug out a pretty sluggin ya, too much for ya While ya hidin for me, I'm fuckin ya baby mother [Chorus x2] [Outro:] Ya niggas better keep ya fuckin shit tight Come with some better shit, word up Chip Banks, done birth Fuckin world up Strife doin nigga, Cream Team Where my Harlem niggas at? East side, East West Coast, word up word up Out there, for all ya Word up Fuckin word nigga Told ya niggas it's comin |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [Explicit Version] (2000)
I feel you {uhh} .. (baby don't) but you can't, you can't give up {Hey.. 2Pac what?} [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {Outlawz} Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {Keep ya head up} [2Pac] Now here's a story bout a woman with dreams So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while I could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek Sheddin quiet tears in the back seat; so when she asked me, "What would you do if it was you?" Couldn't answer such a horrible pain to live through I tried to trade places in the tragedy I couldn't picture three crazed niggaz grabbin me For just a moment I was trapped in the pain, Lord come and take me Four niggaz violated, they chased and they raped me Even though it wasn't me, I could feel the grief Thinkin with your brains blown that would make the pain go No! You got to find a way to survive cause they win when your soul dies [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby please don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {never give up} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up} Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry [Edi Amin] Uhh Forget him girl (forget him girl) he ain't gon' never change I ain't no hater but that nigga lost in the game After the bright lights and big thangs he probably could loev you, but he in love with the struggle Everyday, his mind on gettin mo' (gettin mo') and never your feelings, he's chasin millions fo' sho' Uh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn) Another wild-ass nigga that's gon' drive you crazy You got too much, mo', livin to do - I'm spittin this to you, cause you deserve more than what he givin to you (that's right) Beautiful, black, precious, and complicated A new millennium dime piece, so fine she got em all stuck standin still when she come through Baby take a little mo' time, love'll find you And show us the sky's blue somebody other than me gon' give you everything you need, feel me? {Don't cry-ahhhhh..} [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright} Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {keep your head up} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up} Even when the road is hard, never give up {no no.. ohhhh} Baby don't cry [Young Noble] I'm tryin to do all that I can, from jump Now you losin, you was choosin the wrong man Dealt the wrong hand, you was young and beautiful Lost and turned out, what you let that nigga do to you? (Damn) I knew her since elementary, she blew a kiss to me Wrote me a note in crayon, wantin to get with me We was kids, now she got three kids They see their father e'ryday, and they don't know who he is Seen him last night, homey roll a E-class Mad cheese in the stash, still a deadbeat dad I bring her, Pampers and food, just to stop through But those, ain't my seeds, nuttin really I could do (nah) I feel pity for you, you ain't even his wife Seventeen with three kids, locked down for life Shoulda chose me, she bout to O.D. from the pressure Hell nah I won't let her {BABY DON'T CRY} [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright} Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby don't cry} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby baby baby} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {no..} Even when the road is hard, never give up {no-ohhhh} Baby don't cry, I gotta keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {ooooh baby} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {keep your head up} {keep your head up, never give up} Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry [Young Noble] Uhh, uhh, yeah, don't give up {you'll be alright} Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry [Edi Amin] For all the ladies {Soulshock, Karlin} Baby don't cry Got to keep your head up {keep your head up} Makaveli lives on {head up} aight?
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [Explicit Version] (2000)
[E.D.I Amin] I speak For all my niggaz livin' in the rush Slow it down just a notch baby It's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright [2Pac + E.D.I Amin] Life in High Speed Fuck the punishment, tie weed I gonna buy me a gun Fuck doin' time [2Pac] I live life High Speed Slightly disillusioned by weed I breed thug muthafuckas even worse than me When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me My army, niggaz decieve swiftly Look at you now, why you wanna hang out? I pull the hammer back Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthafuckin' back out They blast but I'm still standin' Slightly scarred deep Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul Though my life was hard with no remorse I absorb bomb less it's without protection for the boss Rollin' in my double, raw, rugged, and ruthless Keep a vest through these hard times, knowin' it's useless And my crew, who could should be mistaken for Jews We all about our past, blast if he break the rules Fools done snitched for the D.A., be heavensent Switched like a stone-bitch, turned str8 severed then, why? Then they wonder why niggaz die Put your family in danger just to get high Now, what the hell can we get from jail? More tricks for the crime rate, this is hell Bail out, a thug nigga fresh out the jailhouse Open your safe count and take all your mail out Whatever happens happens Whoever falls dies We fresh out of time, livin blind, so we all ride In times like these, chronic and tie weed Puffin' through these High Speedz And people say Chorus (2Pac): Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night [Yaki Kadafi] Verbal assassin, I hit the corner fast, blastin' I plan to stretch your chest plate back like elastic No need to push me to slippin' I love beef, like pussy and pistols For all you pussies that's soft as tissue I ride plottin' like the fall guy out the roof Bustin' at you wise guy, gettin' high, sippin' hundred proof Gettin' your neck joints low to verdict wit' mine Get that ass attacked, murdered, and robbed, blind from behind Grab your shots', callin' Catchin niggaz while they stormin' Kickin' his door in And get your whole fuckin' family a' mournin' Plus all you itchy-bitchy types can't touch me Frontin' like your hard I'll play your fuckin' yard like a trussel Chorus (2Pac): Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night [E.D.I Amin] At times, I look through times wit' so much anger Wonderin' why it keeps on passin' bringin' me the danger No singal hard time is a good one At times I'm amazed Now what the mutha fuck a hood done What we do to get paid All day, for the almighty, dollar Don't even bother to holla We all destined to be swallowed By the same thing we lust for Threw away our morals in bags of dust, more Niggaz is dying tommorrow We, bet on all time Nigga the clocks tickin' Approachin' is the day you only know your glocks spittin Cops sittin', politicians passin' laws you ain't knowin' Soon that money goin' be illegal when you got it Keep your dough up But I ain't goin' tell you, what?, to stop chasin' paper Man, I'm just like ya'll, I worry 'bout that shit later Put the metal to the pedal, slash up nigga, blaze Lets get blowed out High Speed til the end of my dayz Now my people say Chorus (2Pac): repeat 5X Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night [2Pac] High Speedz (we goin' all night) Life of an Outlaw, ghetto starz (we goin' all night) (Yes) I'm gonna buy me a gun Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? (I'm gonna buy me a gun) For my niggaz on the WestSide and the EastSide And the NorthSide and the SouthSide (I'm gonna buy me a gun) (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) From Compton to Jersey (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Gettin' it real hard Niggaz in Michigan, (M.O.B nigga, M.O.B) From Atlanta, Georgia to Utah (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) From St. Louis to Alabama (I'm gonna buy me a gun) From Mississippi to Oakland, from San Francisco to San Diego Seattle to Florida (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) Maine to Mass, haha (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Food and Sex (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop, and it won't quit And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night High Speedz And it don't stop, and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop, and it won't quit And it don't stop, and it won't quit Outlawz with that rough shit, baby! [E.D.I Amin] Learn about it Pac you goin' rap?
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