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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
Ahhh shit hahaha When I enter the first zone Worst known mic holder My Hummer roll up Evacuating strapped soldiers Inside strategy Manifestin' military styles Casually try da g When niggas battle me My prophesied prediction Switch and move positions Separated from his gun and bitch And watch 'em start snitchin' I keep spittin' still stupid niggas fail to listen I personify this thug livin' Hell or prison My ammunition varies My voice carries Watch me invite the whole world Me and the mob gettin' married It seems all the fine screams pierce the dark This is expected A trick bitch where is your heart You mark Watch niggas fall when I call they name We out laws hold your head niggas all the same Except some who want more out of life than stress We still thuggin' 'til its none left Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Dumpin' on motherfuckers at random Rapidly Wit' accuracy They shouldn't talk bad to me It had to be A motherfuckin' murder I'm glad to be A nigga that did the murder So sad to see Another motherfucker floatin' In plastic reef Sleep wit' his head wide open Rapid release Keep the police coastin' Casualties Warrant in deep east Oakland Yolk the nigga off the asphalt Drove off to the hills Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off Death with the lex ruger Death to ya Niggas cry when the bullets fly Kill and execute 'em I blast first 'til they body me Like my guns in variety Runnin' wit' the real big willies you silly punks try to be But front Doin' my walk by's rollin' a blunt Hand on my nuts in a get away car full of stunts Addicted to my nine Movin' like crime through time Poppin' niggas like pimples Nigga nothin' simple 'bout mine Etchasketchin' Dumpin' on all you punks at intersections Day in and day out Ain't no easy way outs or easy exits Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time When I hit the street All I can see is the grind Blood sweat and tears when I bust my rhyme Yeah I un for my folk like I load my nine And when I let loose Then no crew standin' but mine I gives a damn 'bout lame nigga actin' schiesty Same one knew I was in jail and didn't write me Wanna fight me then come find me What eva you do shawty you betta think wisely You might see me wit' a stack in the trap I use my thoughts and pen Similar to a saran wrap A lil' lame nigga I'll neva be Yeah I'ma keep it g I'm from the Three and Scrap will neva sleep Aye We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep Don't Sleep Don't Sleep |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
(Daz)
Yeah.. 'Pac, Dat Nigga Daz (yeah) Kurupt All up in this bitch (Intro) Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*) Don't stop.. Don't stop.. (Spoken over Intro) Keep it goin, got my nigga Slip Capone Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there Niggaz get around these backwoods Get around they mommas, pull up they pants hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha! (Daz) Who mashes with the crazy, illest niggaz in town? (I do) Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound? My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives It's about time the mashin is arrived I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin steel Steadily givin these niggaz no passes on livin (no passes) I spend major loot on khaki suits Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots I box niggaz twice my size, I bust wit a fo'-five Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live I live the unusual, crucial life So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew as just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless to step to this, we in effect, we dangerous Contendin mental murderers and ain't afraid to diss Biatch! (yeah) (2Pac) Now I been called crazy, to fade me it's not possible (haha) I give a fuck, what you thought, or who you brought witchu? (Bad Boy killer) A Bad Boy killer, Biggie annihilator They wonderin why he breathin, but bitches is dyin later (ahh) Better laugh now, then cry when I come to get you I hit you with two glocks, and leave you with scar tissue On some loco shit (loco), my pistol smoke yo' shit (smoke) Let's go for dolo BIATCH, and watch me flow yo' shit Mr., Makaveli movin pieces like telekenesis It's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces (hell yeah) Shots rang and niggaz brains were spilt Another Bad Boy affiliated (Bad Boy killer) nigga was kilt I hit the funeral and busted his folks and leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke Don't stop, keep goin (Chorus) Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*) (Kurupt) Well it's that seventeen shot glock cocker, the block rocker (fool) Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper Finally televised - Kurupt, Daz reside (resides) Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knifes Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone (That's that nigga) I packs heat when it's cold Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold Why you waitin for the poetical Satan? Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter Payton I snatch ya breath (aah!) and bust 'til there's no one left Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth (I'm the man nigga) I don't trust ya (I don't) The second I get a chance I'ma bust ya No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya (Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags (Chorus) Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 7X*) Don't stop, don't stop .. Let the speakers bump - BIATCH! (let the speakers bump) For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep Big Suburbans, they Lexuses, they Beemers We gon' break it down a lil' somethin like this for you to get yo' sub on throughout yo' neighborhood Turn it up, check it out (Daz) They claim to be down, they say they down (man fuck you man) Number one.. |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
As soon as I get home Soon as as I get home Dear baby it's me again Stuck inside this max pen Tryin' to pay me debt for all my sins See these penatentary times be so heavy on my mind At times it's like I'm livin' just to die I'm livin' in hell stuck in my jail cell Stranded in the county jail Waitin' for my chance to post bail I wanna be paid in large stacks and mash in FAST JAGS I blast and wonder how long will I last My memories fade when I'm intoxicated busters are shady So I'm dumpin' on cowards crazy when ever faded I know I said it all before but now I mean it Visions of me and you ballin' so crystal clear I seen it Even tho you mad at me You'll be glad to see the strategy of makin' these chicks cum so easily I max out in the morning baby life is good Me and you against the whole hood Soon as I come home Grab my straps locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin I'm comin back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home Sittin' here lookin' at pictures of me and you livin But now you out in the world while I'm twistin in prison Love letters come daily words of affection you send me money And nude beggin' for some sexin Stay wide open keep yo eyes peeled And my advice is keep it real or you can die squelin' Plus I never had to worry 'bout a visit cause your there daily Guard tryin' to get ya number you don't dare tell me Tongue kissin' steady humpin' Tryin to touch up something Before the C O in the corner jump in frontin' Late night reminiscencin' everybodys quiet I think somethings in the air prepare for the riot It's padlocks in my socks steel from the bed springs I touch 'em with Thug Love And then let they heads ring Started a war but now I'm gone Release me to the streets in the morning it'son Soon as I get home Grab my straps locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin I'm comin back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home So keep it goin' My whole lifes been like a game of Cee low Thinkin' big like they keep to me no feelings my dreams like Nino Brown the whole town be shook up And me and momma survived the pick up How many rocks I made to cook up Narcotics got traffic seen those niggaz you blasted Wantin' me in a casket on a ground kind of plastic Yeah nigga I heard you Lil' Moe gave the words You get paroled on the 3rd you sold love we out here frontin' Still here but all about nothing but double O's is What I'm wantin' and I'm tryin' to say something that we ain't never had Luxuery life results livin' bad tricks of the trade Shit that should've been taught by dad But learn do the crew lessons between me and you And once we lock this shit down it ain't a thing they can do Mean while I stay waitin' by the phone Hopin' I'll get a call tellin' a nigga that you home Grab my straps locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin I'm comin back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home Grab my straps locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin I'm comin back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home Grab my straps locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin I'm comin back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home Grab my straps locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin I'm comin back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home Grab my straps locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin I'm comin back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home Grab my straps locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin I'm comin back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home Grab my straps locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin I'm comin back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all, Y'all remember me Y'all, Y'all remember me (Chorus: Krayzie Bone) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Pac's home) Ha ha (Verse One: Tupac) After the fire comes the rain After the pleasure there's pain Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again Time to make ya'll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to Bitches to scary, get to near me we rush 'em Visions of over packed prisons Million's of niggas thug living Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us So pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh) Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place I'm sensing niggas is defenceless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost Who can prevent me shooting senseless? At these niggas throats Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you going through Outlaws busting while we rushing We untouchable Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through We Outlaws rushing you busting you We untouchable (Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Get it on till I die) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Get it on till I die) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Y'all, Y'all remember me) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Y'all, Y'all remember me) (Verse Two: Krayzie Bone) You niggas better not try to run up And don't try to say we ain't told you You're dealing with killers and soldiers Nigga these explosives, trying to blow shit, running you over Nigga controller Whenever y'all niggas try to roll up Thinking I'm a ho, well, come and let me show ya I'm a light up the rhythm like dosia Dumping so potent, nigga don't choke up Flow up Makaveli The Don, got niggas strapped and ready to bomb As soon as I send the alarm, and when we're done We've committed a red rum, leaving the enemies dead and gone Leaving 'em niggas head's blown, cause they know they dead wrong When the shots ring out you know we're coming through (Know we're coming through) Talk a lot with your mouth, well what you gon' do? (So what you gon' do?) Shut 'em down, busters be knowing to keep they distance Thugs don't fuck around We get back at 'em so swiftly, niggas is with me underground Slug in a niggas mug, reppin' Midwest Side Niggas if you a thug get your weapon, let's ride Ride for Pac, Pac, get live for Pac, Pac, Pop off the Glock, Glock The thugging it don't stop (Chorus x2: Krayzie Bone & Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Get it on till I die) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Get it on till I die) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Y'all, Y'all remember me) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Y'all, Y'all remember me) (Verse Three: Tupac) Only wish to breed I explode into a million seeds Ya'll remember me Legendary live eternally Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation Niggas screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em Take them to places, stake they face then erase 'em and brake 'em Murder motherfucker's at a rate and then quicken the pace Blast me but never ask me to live a lie Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? (Westcoast) Now I'm worldwide Niggas gossip like girls then hide No offence to Nas but this whole fucking world is mine Even if you blind you can still see my prophecy My destiny to overthrow those on top of me Fiending for currency the money be calling Can you feel me, dreaming? Seeing scenes of me balling? Fuck you bitch made niggas and that bullshit you going through Outlaws busting while we rushing We untouchable Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through We Outlaws rushing you busting you We untouchable |
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