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(Reporter)
Good Evening (sirens in the background) I'm reporting live from Sunset Boulevard Where many excited fans have gathered with candles (crowd starts chanting "Tupac") Awaiting the much anticipated release, of Tupac Shakur's latest album, Better Dayz This is yet another post-humorous release by Tupac Which, raises the question Where are these songs coming from? It's interesting how, the message in these songs Is still relevant today Even in his death, he's touching people with his lyrics I can feel the energy in the air, as they count down to midnight When the album will officially be released Oh, hold on, I, think they're starting to countdown now (Crowd) 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 ... |
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The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli That's it! All these motherfuckers stole from me I'm takin' back what's mine (Slowed Vocals) (Laughing) You motherfuckers can't stop me Even if I die, I'm gonna be a fuckin' problem Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker? Real live black... ghosts Feel me? Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade me Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies Papa was a motherfuckin', joke Used to find dope in his coat And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke Damn, don't get me started My mama smoked so God damn much When she was pregnant I'm surprised I ain't retarded At night I can't sleep, can't peep As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep Starin' at the wall, heard a scream Wake up in the mornin' See the blood in the hall from the murder scene Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby On the corner, where the niggaz slang they crack And the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back (Five-OH!) I daydream about the dope world Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl My Mossberg goes BOOM, what's another plug Snatchin' drugs, pumpin' slugs in these other thugs (GIVE IT UP NIGGA) Don't run out of breath Every step could be death 'til you blast And be the last nigga left, then I'll be ghost Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by Thought I was trippin' the second time they rolled, by Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar But everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna, kill ya Don't murder me murder me, kill a nigga in his sleep Let me die as I rest in peace, deep Back to these niggaz in the seven-deuce A mac-10 out the window bout to let it loose, what could I do? Run for cover and return fire DIE MOTHERFUCKIN' DIE, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why But I let off everything I have An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dash On my ass was the motherfuckin' cops now Barely breathin' tryin' to keep from gettin' shot down BOO-YOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by Still runnin' like a nigga got nine lives Don't know why but I'm runnin' to my fuckin' block Took a shot, tired of runnin' from the niggaz and the cops Time to be a ghost (HEY MAN, COME THE FUCK ON!) And then we'll be ghost Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby (Tupac - speaking) FUCK THE POLICE NIGGA! (laughing) |
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| 3. |
| 3:44 |
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(2pac)
Sometimes its hard to wake up in the morning Mind full of demons, I don't wanna hear them anymore Got me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming Cause they seeing destruction before they a see human being So they start smoking weed, we'll never get our day Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die Before we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught in guns Smoking weed, can all make a change So I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold, I keep hoping please, if you prefer to breathe, Communities in need of people that will lead Keep your eyes open now, can only say I'll try Until the day I die, I promise to be wise With my heart open free, brings only misery A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only a few chosen, rise (rise) My ghetto queen, rise (rise) Don't be afraid to try (try) Too many of us died to the door to open wide My brother be wise, stay focused on the prize Though everybody dies We can... (Eminem) Only learn to take, our anger and our hate Control our mental state, settle down, and just set it straight Maybe we can learn to take a second to pump the brakes For we said it, regret it later, and let it escalate Cause by then its too just late, theres so much we can take Theres only so much someone can swallow and tolerate To the point that he just breaks, snaps and thats all it takes You'd think that we was learning from other rappers mistakes But we aint Its plain to go against, with every artists, comes the image he portrays And a picture that he paints But in the midst of all this anger and this angst Never once did you hear me say I'm a gangster and I aint hear no complaints But I know, that I will always continue to grow, As long as I lead and never follow no one else's shadow There will never be another me And that I can guarantee Thats why the fuck I remain sucker free to this day The game will never be the same No matter how much fame or success they attain There will never be another me And no matter what they do There will never be another you You can search but you'll never find You can try to rewind time But in your hearts and your minds We will never die We are forever alive And we continue growing.... (Outlawz) One day at a time Don't be caught in the publicity and caught in the hype Rappers are regular people minus money and light Searching for fortune and fame, and super stardom All the jewelry, all the cars, whose crew is the hardest. Now the hip-hop police, the villains is watching And kids think beef is the only option Outlaws born filthy, guilty as charged My memories of him die, but makaveli lives on You think the industry is fun And no pity with guns And when your money is up Thats when your enemies come So if he died and came back Would he try to save rap? We needing a change, the drama remains I spent my whole life, fighting myself That I cant win so I'm inviting some help and every now and then I take rights from left Im still just like a kid, looking for stripes on my belt And that there is a fight in itself So I just pray and hope god Take a like to myself No matter how much I try (stay alive) I'm gunna die mad, still standing there in love with my pride Heard frivolous beats, we past that I'm trying to keep some income coming in And collect on my ass cap The rappers in the game aint changed And I finally realized that we not in the same game The hating will never end, so I guess I'll deal wit it Them 4-5 with cop killers, just some steel wit it The streets is military, you gotta be a soldier Gotta stay leery and keep your eyes on the rollers As they do what they gotta do to shackle and hold us So we gotta do what we gotta do to keep rolling One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind and we continue growin... (2Pac) ...One day at a time. Damn! |
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| 4. |
| 4:07 |
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Child: Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?
Mother: I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window with that fuckin' AK all day You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't, you don't do a goddamn thing I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive In the city where the skinny niggas die If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry I expect retaliation in a hurry I see death around the corner, any day Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway Strugglin' and strivin', my destiny's to die Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help me Got me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain't healthy Am I paranoid? Tell me the truth I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot Ran out of endo and my mind can't take the stress, I'm out of breath Make me wanna kill my damn self, but I see death around the corner Chorus (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner, the pressure's getting to me I no longer trust my homies, them phonies tried to do me Smoking too much weed, got me paranoid, stressed Pack a gat and my vest, under my clothes when I dress Here's hopin' I die the way I lived, straight thuggin' Huggin' my trigger for all them niggas that was buggin' My homie told me once, don't you trust them other suckers They fought like they your homies but they phony motherfuckers And even if I did die young, who cares All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares I got homies in my head who done passed away screamin', please Young nigga, make Gs I can't give up, although I'm hopeless, I think my mind's gone All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner Chorus I was raised in the city, shitty Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty Drinkin' liquor out my momma's titty And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household, And drinking liquor til' you out cold And tho' I'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow Bustin' on them niggas till they gone How many more jealous ass bitches, comin' for my riches Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless, them bitches will start shit Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch No more game for free, please explain to me Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see? Murderin' now but see me later man, as for my pops I got homies that will hunt you til you drop I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G And gettin' high was a way of gettin' free I see death around the corner Chorus This is for all the real mothafuckin' niggas out there I know you ain't scared to die We all gotta go, ya know ? A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes And make sure he handles his motherfuckin' business Y'all niggas stop acting like pussies out there, all right (Movie bites) I'm tired off getting ripped off by guys like that I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want that son of a bitch dead, I want him dead I want him dead, I don't care |
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| 5. |
| 4:14 |
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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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| 6. |
| 3:51 |
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[Sway (MTV interviewer) speaking]
Between you and Biggie it was like, Who's gon', who's gonna... Who rules the... the... the "nigga kingdom" and shit, basically You know what I'm sayin'... I was like, this is like a fuckin' election, it's an election and shit, You know what I'm saying? [2Pac speaking] It is that... it is that! Me and Biggie situation is smaller than that Me and Biggie situation is like... [Ambulance radio] Central, we got a black male shot - in critical condition... [Reporter] Tupac Shakur was shot seven times in the chest, [2Pac speaking] While I'm in jail, strangers is tellin' me: "You don't know? Biggie home boy shot you! And they bragging!" And that's why what I'm doing... I know what I'm doin', I'm destroying them. I'm DESTROYING them... You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead... Why am I fighting to live If I'm just living to fight? Why am I trying to see When there ain't nothing in sight? Why am I trying to give When no one gives me a try? Why am I diying to live If I'm just living to die? [Notorious B.I.G.] Check it; I grew up a fucking screw-up Got introduced to the game Got an ounce and fuckin' blew up Toppin' rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls Tryin to turn into the black Frank White We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops is on the milk box missin' Show they toes and know they got stepped on A fist full of bullets, a chest full of teflon Run from the police - picture that Nigga I'm too fat, I fuck around and catch an asthma attack That's why I bust back, it don't phase me When he drop take his Glock and I'm Swayze Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight Laid back - I got some money to make Motherfucker! You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead... Why am I fighting to live If I'm just living to fight? Why am I trying to see When there ain't nothing in sight? Why am I trying to give When no one gives me a try? Why am I diying to live If I'm just living to die? [Notorious B.I.G. speaking] Tupac's still dead, you know what I'm saying? Just... don't feed into it! If you feed into it, it's only going to escalate You know what I'm sayin'? I know about the truth I know what people would believe for was the truth... [2Pac] It's on me! But still I'm havin' memories of high speed When the cops crashed as I laughed Pushin' the gas when ma Glocks blast We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart In the dark, where we survived through the bad parts Many dreams is what I had and plenty wishes, No hesitation in extermination of these snitches Envious Bitches, they still continue to pursue me A couple o' movies, now the whole world's tryin' to screw me Even the cops try to sue me So what can I do but stay true? Sippin' 22s of brew? And now the media's tryin' to test me Got the press asking questions, trying to stress me Misery is all I see, that's my mind state My history with the police is... check the crime rate! My main man had two strikes slipped Got arrested and flipped He screamed "Thug Life!" and emptied a clip Got tired of runnin' from the police You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead... Why am I fighting to live If I'm just living to fight? Why am I trying to see When there ain't nothing in sight? Why am I trying to give When no one gives me a try? Why am I diying to live If I'm just living to die? [Notorious B.I.G.] I was more shocked than anything, you know what I'm sayin'? But I wasn't more shocked of him dyin'... I was more shocked of him... 'Pac is a strong dude, yo... I know dudes You know what I'm sayin'? He is real strong So when they was like, "He got shot!" I was more like, "Again?" You know what I'm sayin'; He always gettin' shot or shot at, He gon' pull through this one again, Make a few records about it And it's gonna be over, you know what I'm sayin'? But when he... when he died I was like, "Whoa!" You know what I'm sayin', it kinda took me by... You know, even though we was goin' through our drama I would never wish death upon nobody You know what I'm sayin'? There simply ain't no comin' back from that... |
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| 7. |
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Aww yeah, uhh, uhh
Holla if ya hear me, yeah! (Verse One) Here we go, turn it up, let's start From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe We can have peace someday G But right now I got my mind set up Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up Cause it's time to make the payback fat To my brothers on the block better stay strapped, black And accept no substitutes I bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole school Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week Now we got him in a smash, blast How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash Until then, raise up! Tell my young black males, blaze up! Life's a mess don't stress, test I'm givin but be thankful that you're livin, blessed Much love to my brothers in the pen See ya when I free ya if not when they shove me in Once again it's an all out scrap Keep your hands on ya gat, and now ya boys watch ya back Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'ma tell ya Mess with the best and the vest couldn't help ya Scream, if ya feel me; see it clearly? You're too near me - (Chorus) (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (Verse Two) Pump ya fists like this Holla if ya hear me - PUMP PUMP if you're pissed To the sell-outs, livin it up One way or another you'll be givin it up, huh I guess cause I'm black born I'm supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on But it's time for a new plan, BAM! I'll be swingin like a one man, clan Here we go, turn it up, don't stop To my homies on the block gettin dropped by cops I'm still around for ya Keepin my sound underground for ya And I'ma throw a change up Quayle, like you never brought my name up Now my homies in the backstreets, the blackstreets They feel me when they rollin in they fat jeeps This ain't just a rap song, a black song Tellin all my brothers, get they strap on And look for me in the struggle Hustlin 'til other brothers bubble - (Chorus) (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! (Verse Three) Will I quit, will I quit? They claim that I'm violent, but still I keep representin, never give up, on a good thing Wouldn't stop it if we could it's a hood thing And now I'm like a major threat Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget Bring the noise, to all my boyz Know the real from the bustas and the decoys And if ya hustle like a real G Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya hear me Learn to survive in the nine-tre' I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay Whatever it takes to live and stand Cause nobody else'll give a damn So we live like caged beasts Waitin for the day to let the rage free Still me, till they kill me I love it when they fear me - (Chorus) (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (2Pac) You're too near me, to see it clearly (repeat 4x) (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." (repeat 2X) "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." "Hard!" .. "The rebel" "Hard!" .. "The rebel" (repeat 12X to fade) (2Pac) Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "The rebel" |
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Starin through my rearview
just lookin back at the world from another level starin.. Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop I wonder when the world stopped caring last night Two kids shot while the whole block staring I will never understand this society, first they try to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies flee when they see me, believe me Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true While I'm starin at the world through my rearview, see I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true While I'm starin at the world through my rearview see They got me starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers They got me starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we) Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers (E.D.I.) Now you see em, now you don't, some niggaz be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em? Well let's see, it seems to be a mystery But all I know I never let the money get to me Stay down like the, truest Thug life until I check out of this bitch, I thought you'd know this Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview Half you, is down with them Outlawz Outcast, left far, I feel like southpaws But still we keep mashin til our dreams come through Starin at the world through my rearview (Tupac) Now I was raised as a young black male In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya Talk to my guns like they fly bitches All you bustas best to run look at my bitches Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true Still starin at the world through my rearview I say Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true Still starin at the world through my rearview They got me starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly and all my motherfuckers Starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly nigga can die (Kadaffi) Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned in school, on some Million Man March shit for the peace True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed Criminally addicted, infested since the seed We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go Burn my body with my shotty, or choosin' my dough So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew Smoke a blunt for me too while starin through your rearview (Tupac) Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin The world, the world is behind us Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game and what the levels and the rules of the game is Then the world ain't no trick no more The world is a game to be played So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it It's all about the papers, money rule the world Bitches make the world go round Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't Starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly, ya know Starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time flyand we'll be Starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you heart beatin fast... time to die High, watchin time fly, ya know Starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you heart beatin fast.. time to die high, watchin time fly |
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(Tupac)
As real as it seems the American Dream Ain't nothing but another calculated scheme To get us locked up shot up or back in chains To deny us of the future rob our names Kept my history a mystery but now I see The American Dream wasn't meant for me Cause lady liberty's a hypocrite she lied to me Promised me freedom, education, equality Never gave me nothing but slavery And now look at how dangerous you made me Calling me a mad man cause I'm strong and bold With this gun full of knowledge of the lies you told Promise me emancipation in this new nation All you gave my people was our patience Fathers of our country never cared for me They kept my answer shackled up in slavery And Uncle Sam never did a damn thing for me Except lie about the facts in my history So now I'm sitting here mad cause I'm unemployed But the government's glad cause they enjoy it When my people are down so they can screw us around Time to change the government now panther power (Chorus) Panther power Panther power Panther power (Tyson) Panther power from the strength that resides within Go toe to toe with a panther and you just can't win Suffered fame bats suppressed the rest The rich get richer and the poor take less The American Dream was an American nightmare You kept my people down and refuse to fight fair The Klu Klux Klan tried to keep us out With signs drew they know no blacks allowed With intimidation and segregation was a way for our freedom But now we're impatient Blacks the other skin: dead or sell outs Freedom, equality, then I'll yell out "Don't you ever be ashamed of what you are It's ya panther power that makes you a star" Panther power (Chorus) Panther power Panther power Panther power (Tupac) My Mother never let me forget my history Hoping I was set free chains never put on me Wanted to be more than just free Had to know the true facts about my history I couldn't settle for being a statistic Couldn't survive in this capitalistic Government cause it was meant to hold us back Using ignorant, drugs, to sneak attack In my community they killed the unity But when I charged them, tried to claim immunity I strike America like a case of hard disease Panther power is running through my arteries Try to stop oh boy you'll be clawed to death Cause I'll be fighting for my freedom with my dying breath Do you remember that is what I'm asking you? You think you living free don't let me laugh at you Open your eyes realize that you have been locked in chains Said you wasn't civilized and stole your name Cause some time has passed seem you all forget There ain't no liberty to you and me we all ain't free yet Panther power (Chorus) Panther power Panther power Panther power (Tupac) As real as it seems the American Dream Ain't nothing but another calculate schemes To get us locked up shot up or back in chains To deny us of the future rob our names Kept my history a mystery but now I see The American Dream wasn't meant for me Cause lady liberty's a hypocrite she lied to me Promised me freedom, education, equality Never gave me nothing but slavery And now look at how dangerous you made me Calling me a mad man cause I'm strong and bold With this gun full of knowledge of the lies you told Promise me emancipation in this new nation All you ever gave my people was our patience Fathers of our country never cared for me They kept my answer shackled up in slavery And Uncle Sam never did a damn thing for me Except lie about the facts in my history So now I'm sitting hear mad cause I'm unemployed But the government's glad cause they enjoy it When my people are down so they can screw us around Time to change the government now panther power (Chorus) |
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| 12. |
| 5:04 |
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I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks...
but no. (Tupac) I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block. Little bad mothaf**ka with a pocket full of rocks. And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked. And niggas laugh, til' tha first mothaf**ka got blasted. I put the nigga in his casket, Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic. I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts. I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce. And gettin' lost on the five-o, f**k them hos. Got a 45 screamin' about survival. Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo. Hollar "one-time" when I say so. Don't want to go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences. Narcs on a nigga's back, missin' me by inches. And they say how do you survive weighin' 165 In a city where the skinny niggas die? Tell Mama don't cry. Even when they kill me, They can never take the game from a young G. I'm st8 ballin'! St8 ballin'! Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin' pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it. But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin'. It's kinda boomin' and today I'll make a killin'. Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block. It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops. Ha, I'm gettin' high. I think I'll die if I don't get no ends. I'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it like it's a Benz. I hate to stip let my music bump, Drinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for some hoes to f**k. Rather die makin' money than live poor and legal As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo. A need money in a major way. Time to f**k my BEEEYATCH!! Hey!, and getten' paid You other mothaf**kas callin', But me and my mothaf**kin' thug niggas, We st8 ballin'!! St8 ballin'! Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do. So watch a young mothaf**ka pull a trigga just to RAISE UP! But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes Young nigga time to do or die. I keep a pistol in my pocket, Ready on my block. Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit. And now they see that mothaf**ka beat pain, At point blank range cause he slept on the game. Ain't a damned thing changed Shakin' the dice, now roll 'em, If you can't stand pain better hold 'em. Cause ain't no tellin' what you might roll. You might go catch AIDS from a slight cold. Nigga. Better live your life to the fullest, You 'bout to kill a fool, got a pistol mothaf**ka better pull it. Cause even when they kill me, they can never take the game from a young G. We st8 ballin'! We st8 ballin'! To my niggas in the penitentiary, Loked up like a mothaf**ka when they mention me. Cause you f**kin' with the realest motha f**ka ever born, And once again it's on, I'm bustin' on these bitches till they gone. Who the hell can you get to stop me? I'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse. I keep my glock cocked I need it cause they're all shady. I finally made it now these jealous bitches tryin' to FADE me! I ain't goin' out I'd rather blast back. I'm on the corner with my niggas watchin' cash stack. And I came up a long way from food stamps. And takin' shit from the low-life ghetto tramps. Could you blame me if they sweat me I'm gonna open fire. What could I do? Pull my trigga or watch my nigga die. I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil slugs. I'm on the block slangin' drugs with the young thugs. And mothaf**ka, we be ballin'! All mothaf**kin' day long, stay strong! We st8 ballin'. |
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| 13. |
| 3:17 |
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Rebel, rebel, rebel
(2Pac) They just can't stand the reign Or the occasional pain Of a man like me who goes against the grain. Sometimes I do it in vain So wit the little bass and treble ain't missed a So it's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel. Cold as the devil. Straight from the underground, the rebel alone laughs. They came to see the maniac sychopath. The critics heard of me and the aftermath. I don't give a damn and it shows. A when I do a stage show I wear street clothes. So they all know me: the lyrical lunatic, the maniac MC. I give a shout out to your homies. Maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G. On the streets or on TV, it just don't pay the be a truth tellin MC. They won't be happy till I'm banned. The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man. For point blank in your face, pump up the bass, and join the human race. I throw peace to the Bay. Cuz from the jungle to Oaktown, they backin me up all the way. You know ya gotta love the sound. It's from the rebel: the rebel of the underground. He's the rebel: rebel of the underground (4X) (2Pac) Now I'm face to face with the devil. Cuz they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto. And police brutality, Put you in a nip and call it technicality. So you reap what you soe. So read the wrath of the rebel jackin em up once more. Now the fox is in the henhouse. Creepin up on your daughter, while you asleep I got her sneakin out. Tupac ain't nuttin nice. I'll be nothin how I wanna and do it when I'm gonna. Now I'm up to no good. The mastermind of mischief movin more than most could. So sit and slip into the sound. Peep the rebel: the rebel of the underground. He's the rebel: rebel of the underground (4X) (2Pac) They say they hate me, they wanna hold me down. I guess they scared of the rebel: the rebel of the underground. But I never let it get me. I just make another record 'bout the punks tryin to sweat me. In fact, they tryin to keep me out. Try to censor what I say cuz they don't like what I'm talkin 'bout. So what's wrong with the media today. Got brothers sellin out cuz they greedy to get paid. But me, I'm comin from the soul. And if it don't go gold, my story still get told. And that way they can't stop me. And if it sells a couple of copies, the punks'll try to copy. It's sloppy, don't even try to. I'm a slave to the rythm and I'm about to fly through. Sold yo(ya-yo) to the people in the ghetto. When ya hear the bass roll, go ahead and let go. Now everybody wanna gangbang. They talkin street slang, but the punk still can't hang. By makin records bout violence But when it comes to the real, some brothers go silent. It kinda make you wanna think about That ya gotta do some sellin out, just to get your record out. But 2pacalpyse is straight down. So feel the wrath of the rebel: the rebel of the underground. 2pac is the rebel: rebel of the underground (8X) |
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| 2:59 |
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(Talkin)
Yo,Red Spider... Is that 50 Cent and Pac ready? Lemme know,holla (Tupac) It's go'n be some stuff you go'n see That's go'n make it hard to smile in the future (50 Cent) Yea nigga...ha ha Lets go nigga,dis is what it is Tupac cut his head bald,then you want to cut yo head bald Tupac wear a bandana,you wanna wear a banadana (what do we have here now) Tupac put a cross on his back,You wanna put crosses on yo back Nigga,you aint Tupac (Tupac) Is it Money and women,funny beginning's tragic ending's I can make a million and still not get enough of spendin' And since my life is based on sinnin',I'm hell bound Rather be buried that be worried,livin' held down (Snoop) Yo,that shit is crazy Whoo Kid Bring that muthafuckin beat back man (Tupac) It's go'n be some stuff you go'n see That's go'n make it hard to smile in the future (50 Cent) Yea nigga...ha ha Lets go nigga,dis is what it is Tupac cut his head bald,then you want to cut yo head bald Tupac wear a bandana,you wanna wear a banadana (what do we have here now) Tupac put a cross on his back,You wanna put crosses on yo back Nigga,you aint Tupac (Tupac) Is it Money and women,funny beginning's tragic ending's I can make a million and still not get enough of spendin' And since my life is based on sinnin',I'm hell bound Rather be buried that be worried,livin' held down My game plan to be trained in Military mind of a thug lord sittin' in a cemetery cryin I've been lost since my adolescence calling for Jesus Ballin' as a youngster wondering if he see's us Young black males Crack sales got me three strikes Livin' in jail this is hell enemies die Wonder when we all pass,is anybody listnin' Got my hands on my semi shotty,everybody's snitchin' Please god can you understand me,bless my family Guide us all before we fall into insanity I'm makin' a point to make my beatin' bumpin' raw life Drop some shit to make these stupid bitches jaw tight (50 Cent (Tupac)) Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now) And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's go'n be- go'n be Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now) Now can you take the pressure,that's what we go'n see- go'n see (50 Cent) This is a cry for mercy,I promise My success would be the death of you Low and behold,you sold ya soul,theres nothing left of you Look in the mirror,ask yourself,who are you If you dont know who you are,how could ya dreams come true Muthafucka,I sat backed and watched ya,you pretended to be Pac You pretended to be hot,but you not,now (nowww) I see it so clear,you cant take the pressure,you pussy I warned you not to push me You see me,and chills,run up ya spine God made menace in war,but ya heart aint like mine And plus,they look at me like I'ma menace I was playing wit guns,while ya momma had you and yo friends playing tennis I'ma nightmare,you see me in ya dream Wake up,and turn on ya t.v. and see my ass again You cowardly hearted,you couldn't make it on ya own Fuck the source,I'm on the cover of rolling stone (50 Cent (Tupac)) Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now) And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's go'n be- go'n be Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now) Now can you take the pressure,that's what we go'n see- go'n see Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now) And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's gonna be- gonna be Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now) Now can you take the pressure,that's what we gonna see- gonna see |
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