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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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What'z ya phone number
Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes. It's instrumental. Waitin for the nyphos. That's the intro. Shook when ya rush me. Walked up and touched me. Why? Do you want to fuck me? Just cuz I'm paid in the worst way? True. Lookin kind a good in your birthday suit. I wonder if your wild and ya act shy. Do you like to be on top or the back side? Watch me while you lick your lips, shake your hips. Goddamn, I love that shit. Yo, let's stop fakin and be real now. I got a room and a hard on. Still down? Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes. Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes. When we head for my hideout, act right. Boss playa when I ride out, that's right. What'z ya phone number? If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready. Baby, let me give you a call. How long will it take to break you off? (Repeat once more) Oh shit, baby is a dime piece. Wanted this fine seat. Personally rushed (???) If I see ya right. Now she can get me hard Didn't wanna talk to me, till she see my car. Never had sex with a rich rap star Till I got her in the back of my homeboy's car. Tell me, why do we live this way? Money over bitches. Let me hear you say: What'z your phone number? Are you alone? Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone. Time for your girlfriend to take you home. I had fun, But baby, gotta leave me alone. Picture in my rhyme. Take time to rewind these (???) words I say. If you open your mind, Bet in a minute you'll find it's time. Let the Outlaws play. What'z ya phone number. Chorus repeats 2X (Girl and Tupac converse) G:Hello? 2:Hello? who is this? G:Is this Tupac? 2:This is who? G:Is this Tupac? 2:Yeah, it's Tupac. Who this? G:Hi baby. How are you? 2:I'm aiight. What'z up baby? G:You don't recognize the voice? 2:You recognize my voice, huh? G:Do you recognize MY voice? 2:Nah, I know you? G:Yeah, you know me. I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talkin. 2:Where I know you from? Where I know you from? G:You just know me, baby. 2:Where? Talk up I can't barely hear you. G:You know me from when we were, you know, intimate. 2:Ooh, we fucked? G:Oh baby, did we ever. 2:Oh, tell me about it baby. G:I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and stroked it up and down. 2:OOOOH! G:Then I put it in my mouth. I fucked it. 2:Ooh, you did. G:Ooh, I did. 2:Shit! G:Fucked it and fucked it. Put me in. You came. 2:Did I come? G:Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. You don't remember me yet? 2:I'm starting to get a picture. Why don't you help me out. What did I do to the pussy? What a nigga do to the pussy? G:You rocked it. 2:Did I? G:Yeah, you did. 2:Did I do some of that Thug Passion? G:Mmmmmm 2:Heh, heh. Eh, so what cha doin right now, though? G:Me and my finger are gettin aquainted. 2:How many you got? G:I got ten. But only one is workin. 2:Oh, well can I come over there? G:If you want to. 2:Do I want to? Do a bear shit in the woods and wipe his ass with a rabbit. G:Mmm. You gon rock it baby? 2:Hell yeah, I'm gon rock it baby. G:Like you did before? 2:No dizoubt. You gon feel that Thug Passion for real. G:Mmmm, baby. 2:I'm on my way though. I'm about to fly over there in a 500. It ain't gon take but a minute. Eh, light the candles. Get the baby oil out. Turn all the lights out. Drink a little bit of that shit. I'm on my way babe. I'm gon knock that pussy to the next week. G:Knock it out, baby, knock it out. 2:I'm gon knock the taste out yo mouth, girl. I'm gon put your legs on your head. I'm a tie you up, blindfold you. And we gon play which hole feel the best. G:You know which hole feel the best. 2:We fin to see tonight, though. G:I'm gon make you remember me. 2:Oh, yeah. G:Yeah. 2:Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can't find the steering shift you got me so fucked up. I'm playin with myself and shit. G:Can I shift your gear? |
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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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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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[Tupac:]
They'll never take me alive I'm gettin' high with my four-five, Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus, I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust, But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame? Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain, So I'm hopeless, Rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry, I'm about to crash up on the curb, 'cause my visions blurry Maybe if they tried to understand me, What should I do? I had to feed my fuckin' family, What else could I do? But be a thug, Out slangin' with the homies, Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the clubs, Got my mind on danger, Never been a stranger to homicide, My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys, Why do we die at an early age? He was so young, But still a victim of the 12 gauge, My memories of a corpse, Mind full of sick thoughts, IIIIIIIIIII And I ain't goin' back to court, So fuck what you thought, I'm drinkin' hennessey, runnin from my enemies, Will I live to be 23? There's so much pain. (Chorus) Ohhhh.... Tired of the Strain and the Pain Ohhhh.... Tired of the Strain and the Pain [Big Stretch:] Years and years of that rough life, Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid and growin' tough with a knife, Livin' trife on the regular, Buckin' out competitors, See them take a move and check em down like a fuckin' predator, Get in trouble everyday in school, Act a fool, And you know I had to break every rule, Showin' off for the bitches, 'cause I had the mad rep', So I had to watch my back when it was time to step, But my grimiest grimeys with love for me, Pop, pop, pop And send a chuckle up above for me, Aiiyo currency kept passin' me by, But I didn't cry, Broke and head off with the pack and started sellin' coke, And now the money's lookin' lovely, Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rob me, Kick 'em the game, It's all the same, I kick it back yo, Give 'em slack yo, And now they label me the mack yo, People check it, Get disrespected if you front on the Birdman, You heard man, Catch a couple shots from the glock in my hand, Damn! At least I'm realistic, with my biscuit, You know you get your ass twisted, So run for cover, Me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust, So if your on nigga look for the gauge to bust, A lot of pressure with the street fame, It's a deep game, And my mama always cryin', Yo there's so much pain, (Chorus) Ohhhh... Ohhhh... [Tupac:] They got me mobbin' like I'm, Loc'ed and ready to get my slug on, I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on, I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me, Trust, I got my glock cocked playa if they press me, Bust on motherfuckers with a - paaassion, Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin', I'm a nuttin, drinkin' Hennessey and gettin' high, On the lookout for my enemies, Don't wanna die, Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major, A buck-fifty across the face with my razor, What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone, Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong, These sorry bastards, Want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see, And everyday it's just a struggle, Steady thuggin' on the streets, And I'll be ballin' loc, Don't let 'em make you worry, Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried, I was born to raise hell, A nigga from the gutta, Word to mutha I'm tough, I'm kickin dust up, Ready to bust, I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean, Until they kill me, I'll be livin this life, I know you feel me, There's so much pain (Chorus) Ohhh... Tired of the Strain and the Pain Ohhh... Tired of the Strain and the Pain Ohhh... Tired of the Strain and the Pain Ohhh... Tired of the Strain and the Pain |
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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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2PAC
Got me up against the fence Back against the wall Get to actin' like a fool If ain't no justice for the Dogg Have to take it out on all y'all Better read the papers All my homies goin' crazy Baby only God can save us Got my... mind on currency Hurried See I ain't worried It's a gangsta party So Bad Boy gettin' buried Snoop Dogg why they fantasize?... Snoop Doggy Dogg Fantasize... 2PAC Continuing When we ride it's a must... adverseries die Every time... Snoop Doggy Dogg Yes, yes y'all... Not Short but Snoop Dogg... And you know it's like that y'all... I'm so smoothe about my paper Check it this how it's done! I'm servin' many on the platter Snoop Dogg Colione (Colione echoes 2x) Now do you know what that mean? The templon don to this hip-hop game super supreme It's like what happened can happen But will it? Stop that won't happen! I'm feelin' good about the mission for jackin' Now yo PAC!... Can you feel me? Why these fools tryin' to kill me? It's so hard to stay focused on me Isley prize But if I don't Then Dogg won't survive (survive echoes 1x)... 2PAC Overlapping Snoop Doggy Dogg We ballin' in my opinion Eternal it's wild-wheel spinnin' Once implemented it's represented for 5 minutes Two of the livest Wanted dead or alive We riders Ban us because we inquired and watch the g's rise Two of America's most Straight out the West Coast... Snoop Doggy Dogg West Coast... 2PAC Continuing Bow down fool! This is Death Row... Snoop Doggy Dogg For life... 2PAC Continuing Been waitin' way too long Fresh out the pen Now it's on C'mon Snoop Dogg! Time to bone... Snoop Doggy Dogg Ain't nothin' changed to down a hanger Slang or bang words to rhyme Me and the homey PAC trippin' Death Row all nights Strong survivor, Eastsider, DPG Still creep and crawl through the hood Always involved in the streets It's Doggy Dogg homey Did you forget who I was? The bigger homey to you There it is and there it was Take a look through the eyes of a G! And just rock to the rhytm of a gangsta jam... 2PAC Overlapping Snoop Doggy Dogg All my homies tellin'... me Ain't no love for a real G Straight cowards All you playahatas kill me Throw up your hands if you feel me! We gettin' dollars Homey holla if you hear me! This one time for my comrades doin' bad locked down Fresh out busta Time to bounce... drop down! Can you visualize perfection? 'Cause every rider in my set Labeled a vet Best in his profession Don't hold your breath! Sleep with Smith n' Westons! Steady study your lessons and keep the crowd guessin'!... |
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(Pac)
Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique. We gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt you first to blast nigga and you know how we do it on the Westside nigga We ballers for real... (Kurupt) For real I got it bought you the blue steel cowards hit the panic button thinkin' that it was what it wadn't shit's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don with the semi-auto fracture your torso to ya spine the back cracker smack you with my verbals & graphic grammar My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama get touched by my Arm & Hammer all across the planet niggas crumble like granite from Tahiti to the Mid-Atlantic probable cause to get hit shit niggas best get physically & mentally fit Show ya hoe I ignore for real & I can tell on the DL I got an Indecent Proposal for her (biotch) mashin' in a Ford Explorer hell hound host the horror escape from the Box Pandora somethin' for ya get rocked by my midnight Glock sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch the ?Nicki Scarful? comin' through the bus death spreads through camps like ?Parvul? Young Gotti Kurupt & C with the dope & the green weed Indeed I'm out to get high & supply what you need Mr. Postman comin' through with all the mail What you need? I got for sale on the stairwell to Hell (Fatal Hussein) I wake up sparkin' to get wild on the streets barkin' & playas drinkin' kegs til y'all niggas beg Martin you labelled Paw nervous no I do this job dirty Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey niggas ain't seen time I travel courts & dream crime my room like the million dollar bill folded with green blinds chairs is a hundreds for shams I run that hole in quickies Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows is folded fifties Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless I don't like movies so I hit up the Box Office you the softest I'm takin' ya honies they Telly pieces wearin' my fuckin' dick around they neck like Kelly leashes My boys & me is poison we don't get along equal Fight each other like brothers it's all good we strong people more strain on the brain & the pain I deal with ill with nasty niggas my whole crew on some real shit for real bitch the steel clique I bill with menaces ya number one nemesis paragraphical like Genesis (Pac) Stupid muthafuckas Outlaw Immortal Bitch Dogg Pound Thug Life you know how we Fuckin' do this shit! You stupid muthafuckas don't get me... Now take a look inside my mind that Pen' time made me rise but still I rise Cause my Ambitionz Az A Ridah like land mines Lyrics turn niggas into smithereens music so lethal turn coliseums to murder scenes I'm Makaveli the Don is what they tell me I'm armed I'm droppin' niggas like bombs get in that ass like a thong Picture a felon in ya presence takin' bustas back to the Essence tellin' my people peep my lethal message visions of me gettin' money got me in mash mode murderous motives for niggas stoppin' my cash flow you can't fight it nigga let go Witness the sound made ya bitch ass bow down to Death Row Mama these niggas got me fightin' these 3 Strikes showin' up in court fuck what you thought it's three nights I put the game down first put my niggas up on it now we Amerikaz Most Wanted feel that (Kastro) Since my Only Fear of Death is Mama cryin' for help & OG Daddy wanna ride when I know he ain't got shit else since I'm his only soldier Nobody else gonna roll for me & I know without the Row & Immortal Outlaw (Ay K) I'll be forgotten for sho plus this Thug Life it got me livin' Initiated playa hated without givin' a single fuck why they dangling baby all on my nuts I be singling fingering bitches to fuck (Pac) Bitches is wild niggas is lame I hung around with real niggas got exposed to the game muthafuckas actin' crazy bustin' me in the jaw Initiated as an Outlaw hahahaha (yeah muthafucka) (Daz) Now a mission ain't a mission if nobody rides and a mission ain't a mission if nobody dies and a mission ain't complete if the enemy don't sleep enemies rest in peace deceased fuckin' with me I got to 'complish a goal I'm out seekin' gold expose the strap gotta let off the cousin rough & raw Never fell to my knees for shit cause I demand shit with this Daz Dillinger drillin' ya for ya shit on the streets for the sixth time in & out for the crime I rates crimes add up in food stamp dollars & dimes I'm slippin' slidin' fucked up nigga whuttup In the cut flossin' like a muthafucka whuttup beside all being now tell me where ya comin' from that ain't where I see thangs & nigga what's the outcome (Idi Amin) For so many days & so many ways we been duckin' strays they delivers but still we some Bad Boy killers Hold the scrillas I dump in you niggas' livers then watch ya body shiver & ya mama quiver from the way you just got lit up Hit up the Westside on my way out y'all whole crew should've knew it was on from Makaveli's first day out now y'all gettin' played out & laid out for public display on this day y'all niggas is historay cause the whole crew is bitch to me listen to me Idi How many of y'all can see me? Cause I'll tack that ass like A's attack DC Believe me 'cause although now I'm just a young stolder I'm soon to be a gun holder Initiate to the clique with a left to my lip now the fight's over (gunshots 'till end) |
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Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo
How do you want it? How does it feel? Comin up as a nigga in the cash game livin in the fast lane; I'm for real How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin up as a nigga in the cash game livin in the fast lane; I'm for real Verse One: 2Pac Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out Got a nigga wantin it so bad I'm bout to pass out Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it Catch you at a club, oh shit you got me fiendin Body talkin shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance Doin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can Forgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man All I want is money, fuck the fame I'm a simple man Mr. International, playa with the passport Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for It's either him or me -- champagne, Hennessey A favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need Approachin hoochies with a passion, been a long day But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way Your body is bangin baby I love it when you flaunt it Time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah) Chorus Verse Two: 2Pac Tell me is it cool to fuck? Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what? Positions on the floor it's like erotic, ironic cause I'm somewhat psychotic I'm hittin switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics Up and down like a roller coaster, I'm up inside ya I ain't quittin til the show is over, cause I'ma rider In and out just like a robbery, I'll probably be a freak and let you get on top of me, get her rockin these Nights full of Alize, a livin legend You ain't heard about these niggaz play these Cali days Delores Tucker, youse a motherfucker Instead of tryin to help a nigga you destroy a brother Worse than the others -- Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole You're too old to understand the way the game is told You're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts Want some on lease? I'm makin millions, niggaz top that They wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a cell livin in hell -- only a few of us'll live to tell Now everybody talkin bout us I could give a fuck I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss Nigga tell me how you want it Chorus Verse Three: 2Pac Raised as a youth, tell the truth I got the scoop on how to get a bulletproof, because I jumped from the roof before I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager Game rules, I'm livin major -- my adversaries is lookin worried, they paranoid of gettin buried One of us gon' see the cemetary My only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive Gettin high, see the demons in my eyes, before I die I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million And then I'm chillin fade em all, these taxes got me crossed up and people tryin to sue me Media is in my business and they actin like they know me Hahaha, but I'ma mash out, peel out I'm with it quick I'se quick to whip that fuckin steel out Yeah nigga it's some new shit so better get up on it When ya see me tell a nigga how ya want it How do you want it? Chorus 2X (2Pac) How you want it? Yeah my nigga Johnny J Yeah, we out Chorus (2Pac) Tell me Chorus (2Pac) Cash game, livin in the fast lane, I'm for real |
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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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