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2Pac]Ahh yeah
[Down] Yeauhh! [2Pac] It’s all about you, one time! [Down] I’ma say it’s all about you baby, yeah [2Pac] Haha, for the bitches that think it’s all about you It’s all about you [Down] This Dru Down in the house, with my boy ’Pizznac YouknowhatI’msayin? [2Pac] It’s all about you [Down] Yeah I’m gon’ say it’s all about you but you know I’m lyin though, hah! Yeauhh [2Pac] You probably crooked as the last trick; want it light but how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch Thinkin I had her but she had me in the long run It’s just my luck I’m stuck with fuckin with the wrong one, uh! Wise decisions, based on lies we livin Scandalous times, this game’s like my religion You could be rollin with a thug Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin for some love In every club, I see you starin like you want it Well baby if you got it better flaunt it Let the liquor help you get up on it I’m still tipsy from last night Bumpin these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life I try to holla but you tell me you taken Sayin you ain’t impressed, with the money I’m makin Guess it’s true what they tellin me Fresh out of jail, life’s Hell for a black, celebrity So that’s the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit Fantansies of us sweatin, can I hit it? (Hahaha) Addicted to the things you do, but still true What I’m sayin Boo, is this is all about you [Nate Dogg] Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe (Yeah nigga, ha ha ha ha!) Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe [2Pac] I make a promise if you go with me, just let me know I’ll have you hollerin my name out before I leave Nobody loves me I’m a thug nigga; I only hung out with the criminals and the drug dealers, I love niggaz cause we comin from the same place Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takes How can I tell her I’m a playa, and I don’t even care Creep though, weed smoke’s into the air Everywhere I go, it’s all about the groupie hoes waitin for niggaz at the end, of every show I just seen you in my friend’s, video Could never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go Follow the leader and peep the drama that I’m goin through.. It’s all about you.. hahaha, yeah nigga! It’s all about you! [Nate Dogg] Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe [Outlawz] Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu? It ain’t about you or your bitch ass crew Every other city we go and every video Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe You think it’s all about you? Well Boo I gets Down like Dru and my nasty new niggaz, too You couldn’t hold me back, it’d take a fatter track A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff When I started to snaps all your rode ’em swoll Straight in control, flows’ll fold, while hoes cold stroll Hold the set, I told Dramacy’ go in next Golddiggin, cold diggin a gold Rolex I slide in easily, try a grizzly Sluts know the cuts, I came to fuck, try skeezin me Runnin up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya At the most, I fucked a bitch from the West Coast to West Virginia [Nate Dogg] Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o No matter where I go, I see the same hoe [Snoop Doggy Dogg *speaking over last two lines*] I’m tellin ya, it’s the same ol’ shit I mean.. god damn, youknowhatI’msayin? I’m sittin back, watchin Montell Jordan video I see the same bitch, who was in, my homeboy Nate Dogg video Then I flip the channel I’m checkin out my homeboy Tupac video I see the same bitch that was in my video, yaknahmsayin? And then yaknahmsayin what make that even mo’ fucked up I’m watchin a Million Man March And I see the same bitch, on the Million Man March that was in, the homeboy Warren G video! I mean, damn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go I see the same hoe Don’t get mad, I’m only bein real Yeah |
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Intro: 2Pac
Aight, new drink one part Alize one part Cristal Thugs Passion baby y'all know what time it is This drink is Guaranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard now if ya with me Pour a glass and drink with a nigga know what I mean ? I ain't trying to turn you all niggas into alcohols Alcoholics (ha ha) I'm just trying to turn you into muthafuckin thugs So come and get some of this thug passion Baby Verse One: Dramacydal I could pull out the drink and be good 'till it's relavent but I'm a straight solider, I'll roll up a nigga like its Heaven sent Tripping over dead presidents they got these derelicts I throw was down with this business Tryin' clown and get a cent and so rather than stand forever, been thinking drinking over a felony and hell of me and how it will be some other shit People telling me to cool out But they ain't feeling me a mutha fuckin fool 'bout my fuckin cheddar cheese and it pleases, passion of mine Thuggin huggin plenty of G's and laughing while I pass through times And all thes back stabbers be watchin Just keep it plain I'm a keep it the same partner Just take it the simple game I can pinkle with the rain twinkling diamonds and thangs go plinklin enough to hold me, til' I'm, old and wrinklin and These adversaries they gonna have to be worrying cuz I'm a be illing Fufillin my Passion Till I'm burryin' My Thug Passion Chorus: Jewell I heard it's the bomb and you got it going on give me some of your Thug Passion Babby You got me dripping wet from the way you make me sweat give me some of your Thug Passion Babby owwowwwowwww Verse Two: Dramacydal Now what if me turn this Henessee into a robbery the Prophecy probably suddenly switch and How it supposed to be? And Dirty money Can't be evil cuz it's filling up my tummy see Born in a position Death collision was futuristic twisting riches But there is only one way to make mo' so I'm standing on the corner trying to hustle in the snow and My bigga bro couldn't know but buy a four four blasting at playa hating wantin' mo' with a Thug Passion Verse Three: 2Pac Putting down mashin' control by this Thug's Passion unlike them other bustas pistol blastin' I'm asking, What Happened? To the niggas who kept it real like they claim to that's when I bang do see thang true Traveling this road my poor soul has been consolidated with all this bullshit I done tolerated How I made it can easily stated it's like my heart be gripped with the Passion to be the fucking greatest Load up and take shit (Dramacydal) Make this to some high dollar gangster shit jack a stack till we got enought bank to split Verse Four: Storm Creep with me through that Imortal flow Thug Passion got you tremblin' like Death on the Row make your move so I can throw your mind a curve while i'll be blowin up tha scene like my nigga Mr. Herb take a toke as your heart goes full arrest I got tha bomb so nigga, fuck tha rest ya need a 3rd to get ya flowin' and let that loc see smoke feelin' tha strokes of tha nine squeeze tight and slow Chorus Verse Five: 2Pac They say money don't make tha man but damn i'm makin' money observin' you muthafuckers cause some of you bitches funny say you want it but you bullshitin' lickin' them lips you got me about to act a fool quick sippin' on some Alize and Cristal, meanwhile buy me a drink and get to winking at me she smiles a niggas full of passion Satisfaction is everlastin' How does it feel ? what i'm askin' while i'm rubbin' on that ass why you laughin' ? see, i'm diggin' as if i'm curious full blown and furious baby get a grip when I be doin' this It's so physical my attraction driven by alcohol beware of my reaction baby i'm born to ball thugged out on Death Row You better recognize and picture what I said so Now you can feel it it's a potion for my niggas in motion forever blastin' bitches ain't ready for this Thug Passion Chorus 4X |
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(2Pac) Hey Nate you know you got to focus on this motherfucker
We's gonna talk about these scandalous hoes (Nate) I can talk about scandalous bitches (2Pac) Oh I know you can! I know you that's why we gonna do it Daz on the beat Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin around with the piano nigga Just drop that shit like uhh, this here (2Pac) I met you through my homie now you act like you don't know me So disappointed cause baby that shit was so phony It's not for me, you see no lovin from my closest homies Woulda paid you no mind, but baby you was all up on me While you proceed with precision, you had the table hosed No, I ain't mad at you baby, go 'head and play them fools They chose not to listen, so now he stuck inside his house and can't leave without his bitch permission The mission's to be a playa, my alias is Boss Drop a top on these jealous niggaz, playa let me floss Y'all don't wanna see me in pain I'll leave that ass like Toni Braxton, Never breathing again It's scandalous, I never liked your back stabbin ass, triiick Used to watch you money grabbin, who you baggin beeyitch? Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust But bitches lookin scandalous Chorus: Nate Dogg Scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous She's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous Scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous She's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous (2Pac) How's it hangin? Cause baby from the back the shit is bangin I've been stressin in this ghetto game, tryin to do my thang Won't be no bullshit, no ass-kissin This bitch'll have ya wakin up with all your cash missin I'm askin, as if I'm qualified to analyze You're lookin at a bitch who specialize in tellin lies She got a body make a motherfucker fantasize Her face ain't never shed a tear through them scandalous eyes My sister ? in poverty Plus I knew she was a freak bitch so why should it bother me? I'd probably be sprung, addicted to the heat of her tongue and though I don't where we're goin, she's makin me come I've been trained as a boss playa, so what you sayin? Let me show you, got some hookers we can toss later Before I let her get me off guard Went in the purse took a hundred dollars Nigga I'm so scandalous Chorus (2Pac) Dangerous and ambitious, while schemin on gettin riches I'm spittin at tricks cause I'm addicted to pretty bitches Currency motivated, not easily terminated Now that we made it, my niggaz can never be faded This is my prophecy -- I gotta be paid All you cowards that try to stop me is beggin for early graves I thought we was cool, I was a fool, thinkin you could be true when I don't fuck with your punk crew These are the tales for my niggaz doin time in the cell I went from hell, to livin well Bustin at niggaz who said my name in vain I got no time for them tricks, I'm heavy in the game I wanna be a baller, please But the bitches and the liquor keep on callin me I'm floatin free on the highway, formulatin plans Can't wait til I see L.A., cause it's so scandalous Chorus Chorus *repeat to end* (2Pac speaks over it) (2Pac) Aiyyo.. how the prettiest bitch be the more scandalous the hoe be You ever peep that shit? (Nah) A bitch can be like fifteen, fuckin with a nigga 35 Gettin him for ends Hoes these days is way too motherfuckin intelligent When these niggaz get to trickin, hahaha, it's over then That's aight though Keep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long Watch them hoes All you niggaz out there Beware these lyin ass scandalous bitches |
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Go head In This No doubt Death Row Makaveli You can call me daddy I'll be ya daddy Just like Daddy For the ladies (Chorus) Come to me anytime you want Dedicate slow jams on the radio Oh I Know your happy I can feel ya passion Looking out for ya just like daddy Come on Sunshine turns to rain Baby I can take away ya pain If ya trust me Close your eyes, and feel the magic Never leave when ya need me I'll do ya just like daddy (E.D.I) I met her when she was younger Her daddy died when she was younger Her moms let her do what she please it seemed no one loved her Her eyes shined love a diamond in the rough The kind that you can love Not yet touched With so much, potential Youngster, let me got your mental Into a place, with the sourness of pain you'll never taste By God's grace you were born with that face Nothing but pure beauty So for an eternity I feel it's my duty To be a souljah, oh yeah baby I got plans to mold ya And in the coldest nights is when I hold ya Like I'm supposed to As we roll closer I'll take your hand gladly Anything ya need ask me Spoil my baby girl just like daddy (Verse 2 - Tupac) You alleviate the stress spending time with you, I feel blessed When you gone feel the pain so strong Deep in my chest When I got arrested Came so close to going to jail Throwin blows at the po-pos breakin they nails Screamin loud goin all out Damn I did You stayed locked down at moms house Watchin the kids, through the whole bid In tha V-I I seen ya daily When my fake homies try ta fuck you You run and tell me That's why I stay committed I thank God every time I hit it Hoping you'll forgive me, for the times I bullshitted Me and you against the world We untouchable Screamin like ya dying every time I'm fuckin' you Ya never had a father or a family, but I'll be there No need to fear so much insanity And through the years I know ya gave me your heart Plus When I'm dirt broke and fucked up You still love me (Chorus) Come to me anytime you want Dedicate slow james on the radio Oh I Know your happy I can feel ya passion Looking out for ya just like daddy Come on Sunshine turns to rain Baby I can take away ya pain If ya trust me Close your eyes, and feel the magic Never leave when ya need me I'll do ya just like daddy (Kadafi) Boo would ya, die for me? Down holdin my pistol, gettin high With mean sounds tougher than bristles Fool when you cry I'll be ya tissue Back in the county writing letters how I miss you Giving you credit, apologetic how I dis you Get you for thinkin like a minor and on a level of one And sometime daddy ready to wine ya and dine ya Lace ya for total vigina and still We right behind ya tru Life just me and you no tellin' what we could do Getting high between the sheets Make the shit right here discrete Putting hickies on ya belly while we fucking on the beach I love it when ya nut up and grab me I feel for ya badly, baby girl just like daddy (Young Noble) Shorty I lend my hand out to help ya Lost soul looking for shelter On the late night accept it Treat ya good won't disrespect ya My age is young Out of place binge days is done From a trixy to a missy, you know I raised ya hon Placed her under my wing Showed her how we swing Now she rollin' blunts for a king One day labeled thug Mrs The essence of my ghetto sistas Hugs and kisses That's just for me to be a father figure Chorus over top of talking |
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Aw yeah, I get around
Still clown with the Underground, when we come around Stronger than ever (Tupac) Back to get wreck All respect to those who break their neck to keep their hoes in check Cause oh they sweat a brother majorly And I don't know why, your girl keeps paging me She tell me that she needs me, cries when she leaves me And every time she sees me, she squeeze me, lady take it easy! Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don't want it if it's that easy Ayo bust it, baby got a problem saying bye bye Just another hazard of a fly guy You ask why, don't matter, my pockets got fatter Now everybody's looking for the latter And ain't no need in being greedy If you wanna see me dial the beeper number baby when you need me And I'll be there in a jiffy Don't be picky, just be happy with this quickie But when you learn, you can't tie me down Baby doll, check it out, I get around What you mean you don't know? I get around The Underground just don't stop for hoes, I get around Still down with the Underground, I get around Yeah, ayo Shock, let them hoes know (Shock G) Now you can tell from my everday fits, I ain't rich So cease and desist with them tricks (tricks) I'm just another black man caught up in the mix (mix) Trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents (A dime and a nickel) Just cause I'm a freak don't mean that we could hit the sheets Baby I can see, that you don't recognize me I'm Shock G, the one who put the satin on your panties Never knew a hooker that could share me, I get around (Money B) What's up love, how you doing? (All right) Well I've been hanging sanging, trying to do my thang Oh, you heard that I was banging Your home girl you went to school with, that's cool But did she tell you about her sister and your cousin? Thought I wasn't See, weekends were made for Michelob But it's a Monday, my day, so just let me hit it, yo And don't mistake my statement for a clown We can keep in the down low long as you know, that I get around (Tupac) 2Pacalypse now don't stop for hoes, I get around Why I ain't call you? Ha ha, please Finger tips on the hips as I dip, gotta get a tight grip, don't slip Loose lips sink ships, it's a trip I love the way she licks her lips, see me jocking Put a little twist in her hips cause I'm watching Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn Now we all alone, why the lights on? Turn 'em off, time to set it off, get you wet and soft Something's on your mind, let it off You don't know me, you just met me, you won't let me Well if I couldn't have it (silly rabbit) why you sweating me? It's a lot of real G's doing time Cause a groupy bit the truth and told a lie You picked the wrong guy baby if you're too fly You need to hit the door, search for a new guy Cause I only got one night in town Break out or be clown, baby doll are you down? I get around (Shock G) Round and round, round we go (Repeat 8x) |
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(DJ Quik)
Hey Pac, it's yo boy Hey man so far I've been listening to your album and I ain't heard nothing you could kick back and smoke a beady to You know? Yeah like that Some of that mellow shit Some of that shit that make bitches drink Make niggaz think And help you check a fat-ass bank, hahahah So why don't you kick some of that shit nigga only you know how Hahahah, feel me? (Tupac) I'm barely standing and plus my secondhand say it's midnight Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right Like misdemeanours is a small thing With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang Running through the street lights cause we like Young nigga get your mob on show em what a G like Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno Niggaz popping, welcome to our casino Cause you and me know hundred percent like a c-note Looking for a bitch that's half-black and Filipino And when I meet her I'ma offer her some Indo Tounge-kissing on the window of a pearl white limo Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga touch me here, I'll get bigger While I'm digging I'll get deep into your liver I'm game tight love fucking bitches in the same night My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right The club be popping so I'm stopping at the Fat Burger Look through the paper it's another black crack murder The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die You can fuck on the first night, or try, in the 'Late Night' (Chorus) * DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X* Last night.. last night changed it all 'Pac) In the late night Last night.. (I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be .. do it myself) (Pac) In the late night (Hussein Fatal) Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped I clock rocks in the rain til my socks is damp Ain't nothing like being a thug when I can just Sit on the Row of Death straight knowing that I'm blessed Hussein Fatal, flawless fatality Overdosing on crime, three steps from reality Get up to get down, represent the town Last night was popping like like cocked glocks with hollow-tip rounds (Kadafi) From booty calls to bail sheets It ain't no telling if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets My intuitions and the bitches up in the late night Probably involves me coming up with just to see another day might, If me who ride the bullet in these streets where a man journey With crooked cops and a society who trying to burn me I'm like a pit in a cage spitting my shells in a gauge Deadly as aids niggaz getting crossed like a maze Now picture me living my life like a king maybe one day chilling I'm living Monday through Sunday Bringing the gun play for all these beefs and battles When we collide I'm a ride on that hide like cattle Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night (Chorus) (2Pac) Money and multiple gunshots are shown large amps are blown Niggaz in low-lows, pursuing more hoes, then go home The life of a California star And when you see me in the drop-top Jag how many niggaz wanna be me? Game is automatic mandatory I sell To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell Cause when you gettin some riches watch for dumb bitches They have you labeled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin It's a mean world nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day? Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static? Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic I disappear whenever heated ride whenever needed For my niggaz up in Clinton getting weeded Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die Supply long as you motherfuckers buy My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and ducking Slapping niggaz known for telling bitches fuck-it in the late night (Chorus) |
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Intro: 2Pac
Ay what time is it nigga? (I don't know) Oh shit, 12 o'clock Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here (hell yeah) Nigga, it's check out time nigga Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room (hey there bitch, where Suge at nigga?) Call Suge, call all the niggaz tell em to meet me downstairs (Where K and them niggaz at man?) Tell the valet, bring the Benz around (Ay y'all seen my shoes?) Hey Kurupt, y'all niggaz drivin or y'all flyin back, whassup? (Kurupt: Man, I'm rollin man, fuck that shit) Hey Syke nigga, come on man, get up out the bathroom fool (Fuck that, I lost some money nigga) Aw nigga, damn Verse One: 2Pac Now I'm up early in the mornin breath stinkin as I'm yawnin Just another sunny day in California I got my mind focused on some papers while I'm into sexy capers Give a holla to them hoochies last night that tried to rape us Will these rap lyrics take us, plus room all up in Vegas I'm a boss playa, death before I let these bitches break us Last night was like a fantansy, Alize and Hennessee A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin with my man and me Told her I was interested, picture all the shit we did I got her hot and horny, all up on me, what a freaky bitch First you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I like it Got a nigga all excited, it don't matter just don't bite it I never got to check out the scence Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeans Now it seems, it's check out time Chorus: 2Pac We gotta go (2X) Gotta go, gotta go Yeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time We gotta go (4X) Gotta go nigga, gotta go (y'all know what time it is) Ay, c'mon man get y'all bags man call that valet motherfucker Tell him to get a nigga shoe, cause we out this motherfucker Verse Two: Kurupt They label me an outlaw, so it's time for the panty raid My fantansies came true, with Janet on, I'm in a Escapade But did it all end too soon All the homies runnin through the halls room to room, so I assume Since I'm a playa like my nigga Syke Then it's only right for me to disappear into the night My game's Trump tight, so I find time to recline Sneak into your room, instant Messiah, shit wines of all kinds I ain't got that much time So hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behind Since I'm only here for one night, I got to get you hot and heated Play like Micheal Jackson, and Beat It One more thing I like to mention, I'm done and I'm out cause there's someone else who deserves my atttention So all the homies round up in the lobby Cause busting bitches is a hobby, nigga It's check out time Chorus: Kurupt We gotta go (8X) Aiyyo man 'Pac ay where the where the fuck is Daz at man? This nigga locked up or somethin The only one not to leave Yo man it's check out time, it's time to get out this mother You seem them bitches? We out man, fuck that shit Yo Rece! Yo nigga whassup? Verse Three: Syke Hey I'm livin the life of a boss playa The front desk callin but I'm checkin out later My behaviour is crazy, from what you did to me baby If walls could talk, they'd say, you tried to fade me I'm puttin in work, but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed Carressin your thoughts, cause I'm livin Fed Heard what I said? Passion is crashin the room From the liquor we consumed I heard a boom I'm blackin out, you're yellin out 'Big Syke Daddy' We did it in the caddy on the highway, my way I'm lost in a dream, and so it seemed, to be the night Five bottles of Cristal and I'm still tight Out of sight, for 'Pac and Kurupt As I get it up, once the doors close you stuck In a heaty, sticky situation Get up baby, you ain't on vacation It's check out time Chorus: Syke We gotta go (8X) Ay, it's check out time Ay 'Pac, nigga where my motherfuckin, where my shoes go nigga? Where my motherfuckin drawers and shit at man? Man y'all niggaz was in here partyin too fuckin much What the fuck y'all doin nigga? Kurupt, go tell Daz man and Bogart and the rest of them niggaz c'mon man, niggaz is trippin man Front desk all callin me tellin me to get the hell outta here man We gotta go (8X) I ain't got no more money, somebody loan me a hundred |
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Intro: Richie Rich, 2Pac
(RR) Pac (PAC) Hey (RR) What's happenin (PAC) Not motherfuckin double R, Richie Rich (RR) What's happenin baby, you know how we do it (PAC) Yeah nigga, you know I'm up out this bitch It's time for me to uhhh regulate (RR) Fo' sho', hey (PAC) Observe (RR) and you ain't goin back (PAC) Nah nah nah, we got to show these motherfuckers whassup though (RR) This is for the honeys, the super size (PAC) I don't want to be her man, I want to be her nigga You feel me? (RR) Well let em know Verse One: (Pac) You fuckin wit niggaz that's insecure, watered down, my shit is pure Write down my number but don't call me til you sure I ain't beggin just tryin to relocate between ya legs Drippin wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex When you met me you wouldn't let me, and now You straight beggin to sex me got you undressin to test me and uhh.. (RR) Shut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye You want a nigga, but think that you can't have a nigga Don't cheat yourself, instead treat yourself If you scared go to church, I know it hurts To find out me and your man be sharin skirts (Pac) I hopin you don't take this the wrong way But your body is bangin got me attracted in a strong way After a long day of tryin to make my songs pay Makin love all day against the wall in the hallway Ya fantasies come alive, ya heart rate Shall increase when we meet up in this dark place You might think you're happy with him But that's a lie, so give this Thug a try I'd rather be ya nigga Chorus: 2Pac I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a Thug in your life Cause busters ain't lovin you right (repeat 2X) Verse Two: (Pac) Look, now you was sprung from the introduction My conversation's full of game yet laced with seductions I see ya blushin like ya want somethin, come get a taste Of Amerikaz Most Wanted and let's get into some touchin, erotic fuckin My up and down with no interruptions Have no intentions of bustin until you learn ya lesson Now many questions are often asked, a drop top, 500 Benz And plenty cash, to help a nigga get the ass (RR) You can ride out the spoke coke, to get your lobster and crab Cause all I got is conversation and a gang of stab And I'ma listen when it hurts, I'ma hang out but never stay Smoke blunts but leave them stunts up to Super Dave I'll be your nigga, as long as we can understand That I's the nigga whose spoke coke can be the man He wine and dine, but me and you we wind and grind And when I'm on the field keep him on the sidelines Chorus Verse Three: (Pac) Now it's time for the moment of truth, I got ya naked Totally sweatin, let's see how hot I can make it Tongue kissin til yo' head swang, I'm so into you Witness a nigga make the bed bang If it's all mine, then let me know, now scream my name out Do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow? Not to mention, the multiple positions I inflict A boss playa, freaky motherfucker, can I dig (RR) Uhh, it's on and poppin, now you see what I was seein Why yo' eyes rollin, Luke seen ya girl I ain't goin Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there While he's stresed out and knock I stretch out the cock Hold da boots, and let a nigga execute And though you got it right, I'm goin home tonight You say you don't need a man, but I don't care You in the presence of a playa, I'd rather be ya nigga Chorus 2.25X |
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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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(Tupac)
The money behind the dreams My right hand, my other Capo in this big motherfuckin war we got My other Capo in this big ass, conglomerate called Death Row Snoop motherfuckin Dogg, Tha Doggfather And who he comin through right now, Makaveli the Don Feel this, Killuminati (Toss it up!) Lord have mercy, father help us all Since you supllied yo' phone number, I can't help but call Time for action, conversatin, we relaxin, kickin back Got you curious for Thug Passion, now picture that Tongue kissin, hand full of hair, look in my eyes Time to make the bed rock, baby look how it rise Me and you movin in the nude, do it in the living room Sweatin up the sheets, it's the Thug in me I mean no disrespectin when I tongue kiss your neck I go a long way to get you wet, what you expect Late night, hit the highway, drop the top I pull over, gettin busy in the parking lot And don't you love it how I lick your, hips and glide Kiss you soft on your stomach, push my love inside Got ya lost in a love zone, stuck in the lust I got the bedroom shakin back-breakin when we're tossin it up (K-Ci, JoJo) In this baby, I like the way it's goin down When all that is around, slip slide ride Givin me love nice like Female I like, what I wanna give all night You and me alone everybody's gone toss it up Baby let's, get it on! I like the way you please me, babe The sexy way you tease me, sugar The way you move your body It really drives me crazy Your body hypnotizing, your smell is so exciting So baby come on home with me, I like the way you give it to me! Chorus: K-Ci, JoJo I like the way you give it to me -- let me see you toss it up (repeat 4X w/ variations) Play on, play on, play on, play onnnn! (repeat 4X w/ variations) (K-Ci, JoJo) Ohhh, it's K-Ci baby, mmm that want you lady Ohhh, don't act so shady, baby your taste as fine as gravy The way you move that thang, you make me wanna sang Girl you make my bells rang, make them go ting-a-ling! Now the man, I'm here again Don't want it to ever end It's feeling too good Gimme some more, oh lady lady Your body the kind I like-ah Big booty so I got to keep it locked up Bag it up yo, let me in there Toss it up for me!! Chorus 1/2 (Tupac) Do you want me what's your phone number, I get around Cali Love to my true Thugs, picture me now Still down for that Death Row sound, searchin for paydays No longer Dre Day, arrivederci Blown and forgotten, rotten for plottin Child's Play Check your sexuality, as fruity as this Alize Quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move Cross Death Row, now who you gon' run to? Lookin for suckers cause you similar Pretendin to be hard, oh my God, check your temperature Screamin Compton, but you can't return, you ain't heard Brothers pissed cause you switched and escaped to the burbs Mob on to this new era, cause we Untouchable Still can't believe that you got 'Pac rushin you Up in you, bless the real, all the rest get killed Who can you trust, only time reveals -- toss it up! Chorus w/ variations (Tupac) Play on playa, play on How can some non-players do a song about Compton and then wanna do a player song? How can non-players do it? (We not little kids, we not playin) Tellin lies, who? Puffy, I read your little interview buddy, c'mon You still ain't touchin us, all that peace talk I don't care if you kiss my ass from here to across the street boy It's on Toss it up, we took you on, and we took y'all beat You know we beat you down, and we took y'all beat Cause you wasn't rockin it right Tired of suckers rockin it, toss it up, is how we did it Yeah, toss it up now! |
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Big Syke, Newt, Payne, Bogard, Big Serv
Y'all know how this shit go (you know) All Eyez On Me Muthafucka, Legit Roll up in the club and shit All Eyez On Me All Eyez On Me But you know what I bet you got it twisted You don't know who to trust So many playa hating niggas trying to sound like us Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they know it Straight to the depths of hell is were those cowards goin' Well are you still down nigga, Holla when you see me And let these devils be sorry, but they finally freed me I got a caravan of niggas, every time we ride (every time we ride) Hitting muthafuckas up when we pass by (when we pass by) Until I die Live the life of a Boss playa, cuz even when I'm high fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my eyez Cuz all I want is cash and thangs, A five double 0 Benz and flaunting flashy rings Uhh bitches pursue me like a dream, Been know to disappear before your eyez, just like a dope fiend, it seems My main thang was to be major paid The game sharper than a mutha-fuckin razor blade Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies One niggas getting jealous, and muthafuckas died Depend on me like the first and fifteenth They my homies for a second, but these punks won't get me We got four niggas, and low riders, and ski masks Screaming Thug Life every time they pass All Eyez on Me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high All Eyez on me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high Hey, to my nigga Pac So much trouble in the world, nigga Can't nobody feel your pain The world changing everyday Times moving faaast My girl said I need to raise up, how long will she last? I'm caught between my women, and my pistol, and my chips Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as we dip I'm lost in the land, with no plan, living life flawless Crime Boss, contraband, let me toss this Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve I'm taking off on the curb The nervousness neglect make me pack a tek Devoted to serving this, Moet and paaayyy checks Like a kite sailin' nigga I'm forever Ballin' It ain't right, pair this ice triggas and fleas crawlin' Sucka duck and get busted, no emotion My devotion is handling my business nigga keep on coastin' Where yah goin' I been there came back as lonely homie Steady flaunting against the grain nigga still don't know me It's about the money, and the rap shit, this crap shit It ain't funny niggas don't even know how to act shit What can I do, what can I say, is there another way ? Blunts and Gin twenty-four parlay My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free niggas can't stand me All Eyez on Me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high All Eyez on me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me Will I survive, will I die, come on lets picture the possibilities Giving me charges, lawyers making a grip I told the judge I was raised wrong and thats why I blaze shit Was hyper as a kid, alone, as a teenager, on the mobile Calling big shots on the scene major Packing hundreds in my drawers, fuck the law bitches I fuck with a passion, livin' rough and raw Catchin' cases at a fast rate, balllin' in the fast lane Hustle 'til the morning, never stopped until the cash came I live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa Cuz we be getting high These niggas got me tossin' shit I put the top down now its time to floss my shit Keep your head up nigga, make these muthafuckas suffer Up in the Benz burning rubber The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped Cuz the criminal lifestyle equipped with the bulletproof vest Make sure your eyes is on the Meal ticket Get your money muthafucka Lets get rich and we'll kick it All eyez on Me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high All Eyez on me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high All eyez on me Pay attention my niggas See how that shit go Gonna walk up in this muthafucka And its gonna be like bing Cowards Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (bitches) Cuz we be getting high Every mutha fuckin' way I got a bustas, hoes, and police watching a nigga You know Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) All Eyez on me Its like, what they think I'm walking around With some keys in my pocket or something All Eyez on me They think I'm going back to jail They really on that dope Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all watching) (I know y'all got me in the scopes) Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all know this is Thug Life Baabbby) We be getting high (Y'all got me under surveillance) All eyez on me But I'm known |
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(Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row
They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood Yeah with that funky sound *so funky* we be throwin' down) This goes out to you playa you know...you know who you are Chorus: repeat 3X Gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me So when ya see me nigga Ya better Holla at me Verse One: 2Pac Are you confused ? You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes of a nigga who don't have a thing to loose When me and you was homies no one informed me it was all a scheme You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams how could you do me like that ? I took ya family in I put some cash in ya pocket made you a man again and now you let tha fear put your ass in a place complicated to escape It's a fools fate without your word your a shell of a man I lost respect for you nigga we can never be friends I know i'm runnin' through your head now what could you do ? If it was up to you i'd be dead now I let tha world know nigga you a coward You could never be live until you die see tha mothafucken bitch in your eye Type of Nigga, that let tha evil of tha money trap me when ya see me nigga ya better holla at me (holla at me) can't let tha evil of tha money trap me So when ya see me nigga Ya better Holla at me Chorus: 2Pac (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) So I gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me so when ya see me nigga ya better holla at me (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) Verse Two: 2Pac courious spittin' lyrics on tha verge of furious i'm addicted to currency nigga that's why we're doin this I got shot up, I surprised tha niggas tha way I got up and then I hit the studio It's time to blow tha block up No hesitation this information got you contemplatin' heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation break him and let him see tha face of a mental patient it's a celebration of my criminal elevation with the participation I want members across tha fifty states to keep tha nation anticipatin' until we break will I be great, is it my fate ? to live tha life of luxury some niggas bought my tapes so much jelousy it scares me so be prepared cause only tha strong survive life isn't fair (fair) probably never knew tha way it feels to die so you figure fuck with me I give that ass a try Nigga, Holla at me Chorus (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) (Ohhhhhh....) Verse Three: 2Pac I shoulda saw tha signs I was blinded criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time so many brothas framed in this dirty game it's a shame so much pressure on my brain while she blame me Secrets in tha dark only her and I know now i'm sitten' in tha state pen doin time for slow guess she made a bad decision that got me livin' just like an animal i'm caged up in state prison my niggas dissin' cause hell have no fury like a woman scorn A cemetary full of mothafuckers got not knowin' picture my prophecy tha cops are attacking me, on top of me i'm runnin' from tha coppers but never let'em stop me cause i'm a soulja hell, ever since I was a little nigga havin' fantasies of one day getting older Niggas is paranoid trust a no no love is a mystery Fuck tha po po, Holla at me..... So when you see me nigga you better holla at me.... Chorus (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) (Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood Yeah with that funky sound (so funky) we be throwin' down) Chorus (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) (Ohhhhhhhh, heeeeyyy, ohhhhh nooo noooo noooooo) |
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Ahh, Suge what I tell you nigga,
when I come out of jail what was I gonna do I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, nigga The binoculars Ha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride Grab your bulletproof vest nigga cause its gonna be a long one Now me and Quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side The real side Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real mutha-fuckas and there's gonna be some pussys Now the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches The pussys are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin' Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride get tricky See you got some niggas on your side That say they're your friends But in real life they your enemies And then you got some mutha-fuckas that say they your enemies But in real life they eyes is on your money See the enemies will say they true But in real life those niggas will be the snitches Its a dirty game y'all Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with Cause the shit get wild y'all Keep your mind on your riches, Baby Keep your mind on your riches 9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder me From hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me Shit I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed Nothing more I despise than a liar cowards die My mama told me When I was to see Just a vicious mutha fucker while these devils left me free I proceed to make them shiver when I deliver Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Mackaveli Niggas is waiting for some thug shit, thats what they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw Switching up on you ordinary bitches like a south paw you get let And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G' I rip the crowd, then I start again Internally I live in sin untill the moment that they let me breathe again The heartz of men (Chorus) The Heartz of Men My lyrical verse with so much pain that to some niggas it hurts My guns bust And if you ain't one of us it gets worse Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll in fly mode I'm a homicidal outlaw and five-o, get your lights on, fight long tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight so we might roll My own homies say I'm heartless But I'm a 'G' to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardless Drive-by, niggas bow down thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now Throw up your hands if you thugged out First nigga act up first nigga gettin' drugged out I can be a villian if ya let me I'll Muthafuck ya if ya do upset me tell the cops to come and get me rip the crowd like a phone number Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends nigga Look inside the heartz of men (Chorus) In The Heartz of Men In The Heartz of Men To all my niggas engaged in making money in the fifty states Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch No longer living in fear my pistol close in hand Convinced this is my year like I'm the chosen man Give me my money and label me as a Don If niggas is having problems smoke'em, fire and bomb I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack Thugin' is in my spirit I'm lost and not knowing scar'd up but still flowing energized and still going Uhh, can it be fate that makes a sick muthafucka break On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake What will it take ? Give me that bass line I'm feeling bombed Deathrow baby, don't be alarmed The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again Represent cause I've been sent The heartz of men |
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<i><b>Roger Troutman</b></i>
<a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California">California</a> love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Los_Angeles" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Los Angeles">LA</a> In the city of good old Watts In the city, the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Compton" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Compton">Compton</a> We keep it rocking We keep it rocking <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb-ass hemp beat The state where you never find a dancefloor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean, mean, money-making machines serving fiends I been in the game for ten years making rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shining; looking like I robbed Liberace It's all good from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Diego" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Diego">Diego</a> to the Bay Your city is the bomb if your city making pay Throw up a finger if you feel the same way Dre putting it down for California California (California) knows how to party (knows how to party) California (West Coast) knows how to party (yes they do) In the city of LA (city of LA) In the city of good old Watts (good old Watts) In the city, the city of Compton (city of Compton, yeah) We keep it rocking (keep it rocking) We keep it rocking Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it Shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (that's right...) Shake it, shake it, baby, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreaming Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearing hoochies screamin' Fiending for money and alcohol The life of a Westside player, where cowards die And it's all war Only in Cali where we riot, not rally to live and die In LA we wearing Chucks, not Ballys (that's right...) Dressed in locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossing but have caution; we collide with other crews Famous 'cause we programme worldwide Let them recognize from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Long_Beach" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Long Beach">Long Beach</a> to Rosecrans Bumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's Westside So you know <a href="/Category:Label/Death_Row_Records" title="Category:Label/Death Row Records">The Row</a> won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of LA From <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Oakland" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Oakland">Oakland</a> to <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Sacramento" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Sacramento">Sac-Town</a> The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of LA (South Central) In the city of good old Watts (that's right) In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rocking We keep it rocking (Yeah, yeah, now make it shake) Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, mama (West Coast) Shake it Cali... <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> ...Yeah... Long Beach in the house... yeah. Oaktown; Oakland definitely in the house... <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Francisco" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Francisco">'Frisco</a>, 'Frisco <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Hey, you know LA up in this <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Pasadena" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Pasadena">Pasadena</a>, where you at? Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Even <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Hollywood" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Hollywood">Hollywood</a> trying to get a piece, baby <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Sacramento, Sacramento, where you at? Yeah <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Throw it up, y'all, throw it up, throw it up, I can't see you |
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Change, Shit, I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of ya'll niggas to get up out tha hood Shit, I'm with ya I ain't mad at cha got nothin' but love for ya do your thing boy Yeah, All the homies that I ain't talk to in awhile I'm a send this out to y'all know what I mean ? Cuz, I ain't mad at cha heard all of y'all tearing up shit out there Kickin' up dust givin' a mutha-fuck Yeah, niggas Cuz, I ain't mad at cha Now, we where cnce two niggas of the same kind quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You were just a little smaller But you still rolled Got stressed to Y.A. And hit tha hood swole remember when ya had a jheri curl Didn't quite learn On the block With ya glock trippin' of Sherm Collect calls to the tip Sayin' how ya changed Oh you a Muslim now No more dope game Heard you might be coming home Just got bail wanna go to the Mosque Don't wanna chase tail I seems I lost my little homie He's a changed man Hit the penn Now, no sinnin' is the game plan When I talk about money All you see is the struggle When I tell ya, I'm livin' large you tell me, its trouble Congratulation on the wedding I hope your wife know She got a playa for life And that's no bullshitin' I know we grew apart You probably don't remember I usta fiend for your sister But never went up in her And I can see us after school We'd bomb on the first mutha-fucka with tha wrong shit on And now, the whole shits changed and we don't even kick it got a big money scheme And you ain't even with it Knew in my heart You were the same mutha-fucka bad Go toe to toe when it's time to roll You got a brothas back And I can't even trip cause i'm just laughin' at ya You tryin' hard to maintain And go ahead Cuz, I ain't mad at cha (Chorus -- Danny boy) oooowwwwww I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha We used to be like distant couzins fightin', playin' dozins whole nieghborhood buzzin' Knowin' that we was wasn't Usta catch us on the roof or behind the stairs I'm gettin' blitz remincin' On all the time we shared Beside Bumpin' n' Grindin' Was nothin' on our mind In time we learned to live a life of crime Rewind us back To a time Was much to young, to know I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow And even thou we seperated You said that you wait Don't give nobody no coochie While I'll be locked up state I Kiss my mama good bye Wipe, the tears from her lonely eyes Said, that I'll return But I gotta fight The bitch that ride Don't shed a tear cuz, mama I ain't happy here I'm through trails and no more smiles for a couple a years They got me goin' mad I'm knocking brothas on their backs in my cell Thinkin' hell I know one day I'll be back As soon as I touch down I told my girl i'll be there so prepare to get fucked down The homies wanna kick it But I'm just laughin' at ya Cuz, you is a down ass bitch and I ain't mad at cha (Chorus -- Danny boy) I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha (but your a down ass bitch, and I ain't Mad at Cha) Well guess who's moving up ? this niggas ballin' now Bitches be callin' to get it Hookers keep fallin' down He went from nothin' to alot Ten Karets the spot He went from a nobody nigga to the big man on the block He's Mister local celebrity Addicted to move a key most hated by enemy Escaping the luxury See, first you was our nigga But you made it So the choice is made Now we gotta slay you while you faded In the younger days So full of pain while the weapons blaze Gettin' so high off the bomb Hopin' we can make it To the better dayz Cuz, crime pays And in time You'll find a rhyme That'll blaze you'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger dayz So many changed on me So many tried to plot that I keep a glock beside my Haaand When will it stop ? 'Till god return me to my essence Cuz, even as a adolecents I refuse to be a convelecent So many questions, And they ask me if i'm still down I moved up out of the ghetto So I ain't real now ? They got so much to say But I'm just laughin' at ya You niggas just don't know But I ain't mad at cha (Chorus -- Danny boy) oooowwwwww I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha (Hell naw, I ain't mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha (and I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha nooooo I ain't Mad at Chaaaaahhhhh |
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Makaveli in this, Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty (Uhh, feel me!) And God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild into the ways of the man Follow me, eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la I ain't a killer but don't push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listening Seeing niggaz coming for me, and my diamonds, when they glistening Now pay attention, rest in peace father I'm a ghost in these killing fields Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go Deep inside the solitary mind of a madman who screams In the dark evil lurks, enemies, see me flee Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit Stuck, niggaz is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus Mama told me never stop until I bust a nut Fuck the world if they can't adjust It's just as well Hail Mary Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers, never realize The precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin', institutionalized I lived my life a product, made to crumble But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we ballin' Catch me Father please, cause I'm fallin', in the liquor store That's the Hennessey I hear ya callin', can I get some more Hail 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do One life to live but I got nothing to lose, just me and you On a one way trip to prison, selling drugs We all wrapped up in this living, life as thugs To my homeboys in Clinton Max, doing they bid Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this When they turn out the lights, I'll be there in the dark Thuggin' eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la <b>Kastro</b> They got a APB, out on my Thug family Since Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down, K blasted off of Hennessey and Thai Chronic, mixed it, now I'm twisted, blisted, and high Visions of me thug livin' getting me by Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs When I die they won't cry unless they coming with slugs <b>Young Noble</b> Peep the whole scene and whatever's going on around me Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feeling rowdy Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that motherfucker Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers On the regular mashing in a stolen black Ac' Integra Cocked back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse From a Thug to preaching church, I gave you love now you eating dirt Needing work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle till dawn That's when sun came up, it's only one way up Hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up If it's on then it's on, we rate beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate To this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealing with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate If it's on then it's on, we rate beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate To this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealing with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la (Repeats in background) <b>Prince Ital</b> We've been traveling on this weary road Long time til I be take off this load But we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't worry everything will come real Free like the bird in the tree We won't worry everything will come real Yes we free like the bird in the tree We running from the penitentiary This is the time for we liberty Hail Mary, Hail Mary Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days |
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(2Pac *singing in background* 2X)
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle!!) (2Pac *speaking over background*) Now you know how we do it like a G What really go on in the mind of a nigga that get down for theirs Constantly, money over bitches (2Pac *singing in background starts to overlap/repeat*) I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah Police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah.. (2Pac *speaking over background*) Not bitches over money Stay on your grind nigga My ambitions as a ridah! My ambitions as a ridah! (2Pac) So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars This life as a rap star is nothin without heart Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public My attitude was, Fuck it, cause motherfuckers love it To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her while she hot, and horny, go up inside her Then I spit some game in her ear, Go to the tele hoe You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke I'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual From hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishin Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!) I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted Now it's on and it's on because I said so Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah) Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night Got problems then handle it, motherfuckers see me These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya Hopin you listen I catch you payin attention to my amibitions as a ridah Chorus: 2Pac (singing) I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me (singing) My ambitions as a ridah (singing) Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G (Tupac) (I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah) Peep it.. it was my only wish to rise above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life (yeah nigga!) That's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill So open fire, I see you kill me (that's all you niggaz got?) witness my steel Spittin at adversaries envious and after me I'd rather die before they catchin me, watch me bleed Mama come rescue me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts I'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught (Shoot!) Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah Chorus (Tupac) My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleeds niggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed Blast me but they didn't finish, (buck buck buck buck buck) didn't diminish my powers so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards That's why they tried to set me up Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary For money, I'll have these motherfuckers buried (I been) gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it Knowin when I get out, they gon' feel it Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside the cry from all your people when they find her Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it Revenge on them niggaz that played me, and all the cowards that was down widdit Now it's yo' nigga right beside ya Hopin you listenin, catch you payin attention to my ambitions as a ridah Chorus 2.5X |
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(Snoop) Up out of there
(Tupac) *chuckles* Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party (Snoop) Pump that up G (Tupac) Ahh shit, you done fucked up now -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)You done put two of America's most wanted in the same motherfuckin place at the same -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)motherfuckin time, hahahahah Y'all niggaz about to feel this -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin condoms Have one on us aight? -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (2Pac) Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs (Snoop) Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome Free Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit (2Pac) So now they got us laced Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin cases (mmm) Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown I'm Losin My Religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish (Snoop) I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamer but my dream is to own a fly casino like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherfucker (2Pac) Now follow as we riiiiide Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the West side And I can make you famous Niggaz been dyin for years, so how could they blame us I live in fear of a felony I never stop bailin these, motherfuckin G's If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted Chorus: -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party... Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party -Nuthin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (2Pac) Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief Better be prepared when you cowards fuck wit me I bust and flea, these niggaz must be crazy what?? There ain't no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the Thugs (hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear Bow down in the presence of a boss player (Snoop) It's like cuz, blood, gangbangin Everybody in the party doin dope slangin You got to have papers in this world You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl Ya doing ya job, every day And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids (2Pac) They tell me not to roll with my glock So now I gotta throw away Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day They wonder how I live, with five shots Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block Schemes for currency and doe related Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it No answers to questions, I'm tryin to get up on it My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted Chorus (w/ variations to end) |
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(2Pac) It's just me against the world
(girl) Oooohhh, oooohhh (2Pac) Nuttin to lose.. It's just me against the world baby (girl) Oahhhh, oahhhahh (2Pac) I got nuttin to lose It's just me against the world (girl) Oh-hahhh (2Pac) Stuck in the game Me against the world baby Verse One: 2Pac Can you picture my prophecy? Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin There ain't no stoppin me Constantly movin while makin millions Witnessin killings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings Carries to children cause they're illin Addicted to killin and the appeal from the cap peelin Without feelin, but will they last or be blasted? Hard headed bastard Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermath More bodies being buried -- I'm losing my homies in a hurry They're relocating to the cemetary Got me worried, stressin, my vision's blurried The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this anger Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is What's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youth It's just me against the world baby (girl) Me against the world (2Pac) It's just me against the world (girl) Ooooh yeah, ooo-hooo (2Pac) It's just me against the world (girl) Me against the world (2Pac) Cause it's just me against the world baby (girl) Hey!! (2Pac) Me against the world (girl) Ooooh yeah (2Pac) I got nuttin to lose It's just me against the world baby (girl) I got nothing to lose Verse Two: Dramacydal Could somebody help me? I'm out here all by myself See ladies in stones, Baby Capone's, livin wealthy Pictures of my birth on this Earth is what I'm dreamin Seein Daddy's semen, full of crooked demons, already crazy and screamin I guess them nightmares as a child had me scared, but left me prepared for a while Is there another route? For a crooked Outlaw Veteran, a villain, a young thug, who one day shall fall Everday there's mo'death, and plus I'm dough-less I'm seein mo' reasons for me to proceed with thievin Scheme on the scheming and leave they peeps grieving Cause ain't no bucks to stack up, my nuts is backed up I'm bout to act up, go load the Mac up, now watch me klacka Tried makin fat cuts, but yo it ain't workin And Evil's lurking, I can see him smirking when I gets to pervin, so what? Go put some work in, and make my mail, makin sales Risking 25 with a 'L', but oh well (girl) Me against the world (2Pac) With nuttin to lose It's just me against the world (girl) Ooh yeah.. oooh-ooooh (2Pac) It's just me against the world baby (girl) Me against the world (2Pac) I got nuttin to lose It's just me against the world (girl) Oahhhohh (2Pac) Ha ha It's just me against the world baby (girl) Ha-ahh, HA-AHH! (2Pac) With nuttin to lose It's just me against the world baby (girl) Me against the world, hoahhh (2Pac) Me against the world I got nuttin to lose It's just me against the world baby (girl) Ha-hahh (hehe) heyy! Verse Three: 2Pac With all this extra stressin The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath When will I finally get to rest? Through this supression they punish the people that's askin questions And those that possess, steal from the ones without possesions The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons Don't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questions Be grateful for blessings Don't ever change, keep your essence The power is in the people and politics we address Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic And when you get stranded And things don't go the way you planned it Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change It wasn't nuttin like the game It's just me against the world (girl) Me against the world (2Pac) Nuttin to lose It's just me against the world baby (girl) Me against the world (2Pac) Got me stuck in the game It's just me against the world (girl) Oahahhhh (2Pac) I'd be ashamed to lose It's just me against the world baby (girl) Me against the world Outro: 2Pac Heh, hahahahahahah That's right I know it seem hard sometimes but uhh Remember one thing Through every dark night, there's a bright day after that So no matter how hard it get, stick your chest out Keep your head up, and handle it (girl) Me against the world Me against the world Me against the world |
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Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corrine
Verse One: Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots I give a holler to my sisters on welfare Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot When you come around the block brothers clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him Cause sista you don't need him And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em You know it makes me unhappy (what's that) When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real to our women And if we don't we'll have a race of babies That will hate the ladies, that make the babies And since a man can't make one He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one So will the real men get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up Chorus Ooooh child things are gonna get easier Ooooh child things are gonna get brighter Ooooh child things are gonna get easier Ooooh child things are gonna get brighter Verse Two: Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough And though we had it rough, we always had enough I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two And I realize momma really paid the price She nearly gave her life, to raise me right And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind Last night my buddy lost his whole family It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity It seems tha rain'll never let up I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up You know it's funny when it rains and pours They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor They say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is there ain't no hope for tha future And then they wonder why we crazy I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup And even though you're fed up Huh, ya got to keep your head up Chorus Verse Three: And uhh To all the ladies havin babies on they own I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo' You can't complain you was dealt this hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless Because there's too many things for you to deal with Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless While tears, is rollin down your cheeks Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me I was given this world I didn't make it And now my son's getten older and older and cold From havin the world on his shoulders While the rich kids is drivin Benz I'm still tryin to hold on to survivin friends And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but please... you got to keep your head up |
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No need to cry now, go wipe your tears
Be a woman, why you actin' surprised? You showed the bullshit; commin' fake hair fake nails, fake eyes too So why you bound to fuck wit fake guys too Aint nothin' hard about it Why you lookin' sad, should'a though about it Say you learn, i truly doubt it I guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love Gettin' freaky with the thug niggaz up in the club Ask to buy you a drink, you holla Don Perione (spellin?) Knowin' I'm a cash dealer, still I, remain calm Let you chill with me Plus you was smilin' 'til the bill miss me That's what you get for trynna dick me Missed me with that "buy me this, buy me that"- syndrome shit Bitch get a job if you wanna be rich Gettin' mad 'cuz i cursed and i screamed i hate'cha Introduced you to a nigga nature, feel me (Chorus) (Verse 2) Probably too nice at first I lettin' you kiss where it hurts Me and you gettin' busy, slangin' dick in the dirt Met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it See us, toungkissin', you was trouly with it Little Exstacy, Hennesey, mix with me Picture me pray for pussy when the dick's for free Hey now, where my niggaz at? Tell these hoes Before I pay; I jerk off, word to Moses Visions of you sittin' there sweaty and wet Pointin' at the places that you want me to hit Give me room all up in the room, call the cops Nigga, hit them walls til the bastard drop Label me: Makaveli - Thug Nigga with pipe Livin' life as a Rock Star friday nights Make money, get pussy Always keep a pager, cell-phone in the ride To complete my Nature now! (Chorus) (That's a nigga nature!) (Verse 3) Started as a seed from the semen Straight outta Papa's nuts, lustin' for creamin' Bitches wit big butts, curves make a nigga cry, tits and shit When I'm locked down beggin' you for porno fleeks Sneak weed in, helped a nigga passed the time With my name tattoo'd so that ass is mine Tell everybody; 'Pac put it down for good A local legend through the whole hood Follow me, I got a gun on me Goin' for nun on the run baby You know a nigga need some, is my son crazy? Why I cry, when i be thuggin' til i die Picture of nigga in heaven high, of weed I fly Got me missin' dead homies with the phonies that died Hit the weed and hope it get me high Dear God, understand my ways, livin' major Blessed with a thug's heart In a realla nigga nature! (Chorus x2) (That's a nigga nature!) (Just be a nigga nation) (It ain't my fault, that's a nigga nature) (A nigga nature) |
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You are appreciated.
When I was young me and my mama had beef 17 years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Suspended from school, scared to go home I was a fool with the big boys, breakin' all the rules Shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddies The same drama, when things went wrong we blamed mama I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary, hey I'd see the penitentiary One day, runnin' from the police that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside And even as a crack fiend mama You always was a black queen mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy tryin' to raise a man You always was committed, a poor single mother on welfare Tell me how you did it, there's no way I can pay you back But the plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love for my daddy 'cause the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry 'Cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless But all along I was lookin' for a father, he was gone I hung around with the thugs and even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin' I needed money of my own so I started slangin' I ain't guilty 'cause even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin' money in your mailbox I love payin' rent when the rent's due I hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to you 'Cause when I was low you was there for me You never left me alone because you cared for me And I can see you comin' home after work, late Your in the kitchen tryin' to fix us a hot plate Just workin' with the scraps you was given And mama made miracles every Thanksgiving But now the road got rough, your alone Tryin' to raise 2 bad kids on your own And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (And dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. Pour out some liquor and I reminisce 'Cause through the drama, I can always depend on my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy, there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act crazy I got to thank the Lord that you made me There are no words that can express how I feel You never kept a secret, always stayed real And I appreciate how you raised me And all the extra love that you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if you hold on It's a struggle, everyday gotta roll on And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady. Lady. Lady. Lady. |
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(<i>This Week in Bible Prophecy</i>)
<i>God has a plan, and the bible unfolds that wonderful plan through the message of prophecy. God sent Jesus into this world to be our savior. And that Christ is returning, someday soon, to unfold the wonderful plan of eternity, for my life and your life. As long as we're cooperating with God, by accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior. Unless the Lord does return in the coming seven days. We'll see you next time here on This Week in Bible Prophecy.</i> <b>Tupac</b>: (<i>Tupac don't start that blasphemy in here!</i>) (<i>Makaveli, the new breed</i>) And I remember what my pops told me (<i>The new word, follow me</i>) Remember what my pops told me My family tree, consists of drug dealers thugs and killers Strugglin', known to hustle screamin' fuck they feelin's I got advice from my father, all he told me was this Nigga, get off your ass if you plan to be rich There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do Now rule one, get your cash on, M.O.B. That's Money Over Bitches, cause they breed envy Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies Keep yo', enemies close nigga, watch yo' homies It seemed a little unimportant, when he told me I smiled Picture jewels bein' handed, to an innocent child I never knew in my lifetime I'd live by these rules Initiated as an outlaw, studying rules Now papa ain't around, so I gotta recall Or come to grips with bein' written on my enemy's walls (rest in peace) Promise if I have a seed, I'ma guide him right Dear Lord don't let me die tonight I got words for my comrades, listen and learn Ain't nothin' free, give back what you earn, no doubt Gettin' higher than a motherfucker, bless me please This thug life'll be the death of me, c'mon, yeah And I remember what my papa told me Remember what my pops told me, blasphemy <b>Prince Ital</b>: Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin' my bird in a cloud Usin' de name of de Lord in vein While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain <b>Tupac</b>: We probably in Hell already, our dumb asses not knowin' Everybody kissin' ass to go to heaven ain't goin' Put my soul on it, I'm fightin' devil niggaz daily Plus the media be crucifyin' brothers severely Tell me I ain't God's son, nigga mom a virgin We got addicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto Doin' wild shit, lookin' at the sun don't pay Criminal mind all the time, waitin' for Judgment Day They say Moses split the Red Sea I split the blunt and rolled a fat one, I'm deadly Babylon beware, comin' for the Pharoahe's kids, retaliation Makin' legends off the shit we did, still bullshittin' Niggaz in Jerusalem, waitin' for signs God's comin', she's just takin' her time, haha Livin' by the Nile while the water flows I'm contemplatin' plots wonderin' where the door to go Brothas getting shot, comin' back resurrected It's just that raw shit, nigga check it (that raw shit) And I remember what my papa told me Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy <b>Prince Ital</b>: Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin' my bird in a cloud Usin' de name of de Lord in vein While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain <b>Tupac</b>: The preacher want me buried why, 'cause I know he a liar Have you ever seen a crackhead, that's eternal fire Why you got these kids minds, thinkin' that they evil While the preacher bein' freaky you say honor God's people Should we cry, when the Pope died, my request We should cry if they cried when we buried Malcolm X Mama tell me am I wrong, is God just another cop Waitin' to beat my ass if I don't go pop Memories of a past time, givin' up cash to the leaders Knowin' damn well, it ain't gonna feed us In my brain how can you explain, times in B.C. It's hard enough to live now, in these times of greed They say Jesus is a kind man, well he should understand Times in this crime land, my Thug Nation Do what you gotta do but know you gotta change Try to find a way to make it out the game I leave this and hope God can see my heart is pure Is heaven just another door? I leave this here I leave this and hope God see my heart is pure Is heaven just another door? And my people say <b>Prince Ital</b>: Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin' my bird in a cloud Usin' de name of de Lord in vein While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin' my bird in a cloud Usin' de name of de Lord in vein While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin' my bird in a cloud Usin' de name of de Lord in vein While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin' my bird in a cloud Usin' de name of de Lord in vein While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain <b>Spoken</b> by <b>Jamala Lesane</b>: Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread, and forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us, from evil. For God, is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory forever, and ever, and ever. |
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[2Pac]
Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?) (Hahahahaha) Yeah (Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?) Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free! Y'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah! Hoe bustaz Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz I got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin! Don't want to be another number I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead Now I'm released, 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 niggaz 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, just scheamin 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 censored, my hopes are gone I'm like a fiend that finally sees 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? Heheheh Move to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture Can you see it? Hahah Pictue me rollin Yeah nigga! Ay but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you Guess who's back? [Syke] I got ki's, comin from overseas Cost a nigga two hundred G's I'm a street comando, Nino for example This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss playa Thug, branded to be a women layer So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin Make me wanna start back bangin So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed Packin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies While I'm sippin on Re-mi in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, stone-facin 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] Mmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see? So I needs to hit a lick, drastically I see some baldin-ass niggaz and they slippin in my spot And, uh, diggin the plots (so what?) Checkin in the park, 'Pac [2Pac] We caught em sleepin, he didn't peep you niggaz creepin? This how we do it every weekend 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 that we inflictin gettin street sales [CPO] Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine I'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin [Danny Boy] Rollin Picture me roll-hoee-ollin Picture me, picture me rollin [2Pac] {speaks while Danny Boy keeps singing} Heheheheheheh Is y'all ready for me? Picture me rollin roll call You know there's some muh'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 ass C.O.'s Can you niggaz see me from there? Ballin on y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah! Picture me rollin, baby Yeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks I told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on Hmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin Oh, I forgot! The D.A. Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court Can the hoe see me from here? Can you see me, hoe? Picture me rollin And all you punk police -- can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin nigga, legit Free like O.J. all day You can't stop me You know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker Manute, Pain, Syke, ?, Mopreme, ?? Can you picture us rollin? Can you see me hoe? Hehehe 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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(The Lady of Rage)
Shit, you motherfuckin' right. I'm the bitch that's keepin' it live and keepin' it hot, When you punk-ass niggas don't. Nigga, Westside. What! Bring it on. (2Pac) Look for me Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child Raised in this whirlwind (C'mon) Our childhood years, recall the tears, heart laced with venom Smokin' sherm, drinkin' malt liquor, father forgive 'em Me and my girlfriend, hustlin', fell in love with the struggle Hands on the steerin' wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin' Fuck 'em all, watch 'em fall screamin' Automatic gunfire, exorcisin' all demons Mafioso messiah, my congregation high, ready to die We bail out to take the jail back, niggas unite Our first date, couldn't wait to see you naked Touch you in every secret place, I can hardly wait... To bust freely. Got you red-hot, you so happy to see me Made the front-page, prime-time, live on TV Nigga, my girlfriend may be .45 but she still live One shot makin' niggas heart beats stop (The Lady of Rage) What! I'm bustin' on you punk-ass niggas — run, nigga, run! I'm on your ass nigga! Run nigga — duck and hide! Nigga I'm bustin' on all you bitches! Run, nigga, yeah! Westside! Uh! Uh! Uh! Die, nigga, die! (2Pac) My girlfriend — blacker than the darkest night When niggas act bitch-made, she got the heart to fight Nigga, my girlfriend, though we separated at times I knew deep inside baby-girl 'll always be mine Picked you up when you was nine Started out my life of crime with you Bought you some shells when you turned .22, it's true Nothing compares to the satisfaction That I feel when we out mashin' Me and my girlfriend All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. I was too immature to understand your ways Inexperienced back in the days Caused so many arguments and strays Now I realise how to treat ya — The secret to keep ya — Bein' faithful (now) 'cause now cheatin's lethal We closer than the hands of time Deeper than the drive of mankind I trust you dearly; I shoot blind In time I clock figures Dropping niggas as we rise We all souljah's in God eyes. Now it's time for war Never leave me, baby I'm paranoid Sleeping with you loaded by my bedside, crazy Jealous when you hang wit' the fellas I wait patiently alone Anticipated for the moment you come home I'm waiting by the phone This is true love, I can feel it I've had a lot of women in my bed but you the realest If you need me, call I'll be there through it all You're the reason I can stand tall Me and my girlfriend All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. I love finger fuckin' you All of a sudden I'm hearin' thunder When you bust a nut Niggas be duckin' or takin' numbers Love to watch you at a block party beggin' for drama While unleashin' on the old timers, that's on my mama I would trade my life for yours Behind closed doors The only girl that I adore Everything I'm asking for Talkin' to me, beggin' me to just take you around Seventeen, like Brandy, you just Wanna Be Down Talkin' loud when I tell you, "Be quiet" You move the crowd, bustin' rounds, activatin' a riot That's why I love you So no control, down to roll, unleash After a hit you break apart, then back to one piece Much love to my one and only girlfriend, the world is ours Just hold me down, baby, witness the power Never leave a nigga alone I love you black or chrome Turn this house into a happy home Me and my girlfriend All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this whirlwind Born as a ghetto child Raised in the whirlwind Look for me Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child Raised in this whirlwind Look for me Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child Raised in this whirlwind Look for me Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend... Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend... Meet my girlfriend! |
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(2Pac)
No man seperate what we create Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures Death Row at it's finest! M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggaz We comin after these niggaz, worldwide Feel me! Makaveli the Don My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me? World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star Fuck the love, niggaz fear me Got these niggaz runnin all wild from my double-I When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die Boom once I enter the room, in the air all you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz scared They don't wanna see me head on.. Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B. Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.. Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga (Can you feel me?) A motherfuckin made nigga.. I got a plot to get richer, take my picture A made nigga (Napolean) Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat My role model was killin niggaz so I know, I would never be weak They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins These niggaz crossed my father then my father crossed them Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz Niggaz don't like us because they bitches straight love us The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin and seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin A made nigga (Fatal Hussein) How many niggaz fall in your vision? Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison We mash together, plus we get cash together Blast whenever, knowin it don't last forever It's only one way out and one way in Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot Blow the roof off then poof like Rahman Raouf I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch And the niggaz that I'm under, is just too much We made niggaz (E.D.I.) Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen I began the paper, stackin at those who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's Baby, maybe, that's if I slip But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin Born July, 7th a few shed eyes Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game Made for war, my aim is simple and plain Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin (Kastro) I ain't count the line, my strap, my head, there will be none of that The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga Til he still and chill, recognize the real deal Feel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb with a gun but it paid so I busted for fun And the outcome will be the same every time We all gon' die, get yours cause I'm gonna get mine (Khadafi) Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juans of this rough shit Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public With my mentality of war, dead bodies in silence, give it to you raw Thug nigga to the core The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil Mashin from here to there, day by day, year to year Made niggaz on your motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga (2Pac) Ha ha ha.. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli Gettin lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries Game, when applied help me survive several centuries Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced On my knees to God, beggin for repentance I'm convinced, that I'm a thug They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs Diss the (?) and I'll kidnap your daughter Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain my army of lunatics that stay armed Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga (2Pac) Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched My adversaries, get fucked, feel me? Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M. I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream Come and see, to see a made nigga The Outlawz.. Makaveli The Don Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.. Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggaz on the streets The motherfuckin made Niggaz All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound Tha Doggfather, and all his niggaz You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger Kurupt, Young Gotti..(Hahaha, Westside made niggaz BITCH!!) (Cop speaks over Tupac's part above) Uhh.. sarge.. uhh.. We've got uhh Tupac Shakur.. Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.. Uhh Kastro, Khadafi We got a bunch of niggaz here They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge? Uhh I repeat let 'em go I repeat, let 'em go They're made niggaz.. let 'em go But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed I said let 'em go Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can go |
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In the life we live as thugs,
Everbody fuckin wit us so can't you see It's hard to be a man. Ridin wit my gun in hand. Why explain the game? Niggas ain't listenin. Stuck in positions. If victims can't stand the heat, Then stay the fuck out the kitchen. Have these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean. Itchin, givin suckas plenty space. Have these bitch niggas snitchin. Where are we now? Guns found daily. The feds surely hope that they could finally nail me for sellin dope. They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap. Attack. Words bein known to explode on contact. Extreme at times. Blinded by my passion and fury. Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry. You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective. The shit you heard ain't do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch. Run up, face me and trace wit an infared beam. It seems niggas ain't recognize my team. Ain't nobody holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti. Unload it. Cuz niggas ain't ready. The life of an outlaw. Chorus repeats Code 3. Attack formation. Pull out your pistols. Keep an eye out for the devils cuz they itchin to get you. Mercy to this madman screamin kamikaze in tongue. Automatic gunfire makin all my enemies run. Who should I call when I'm shot and bleedin. Indeed the possibility has part a chase in cream. Dope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, just a chosen few. My foes victim of explosives. Come closer. Exhale the fumes. We got memories fadin fast. A slave for cash. Accelerate, mash, blast, then dash. Don't look now. How you like it, raw. Niggas ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender. Death is for a son to stay free. I'm thugged out. Fuck the world cuz this is how they made me. Scarred but still breathin. Believe in me and you could see the victory. A warrior with jewels. Can you picture me? Life of and outlaw. Chorus repeats City under siege. It's like I can't even breathe. I'm from the state of car theives. G, deep from the street. Plenty beef. I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene. Mobb Deep. This nigga from behind tryin to creep. No halfs wit no straps, jack. It's on to bounce back. And an ounce so fat, they snatch my style ??? Get this grip wit hollows to get cha. Snip wit clippers. Get the picture? I wrote my life down like a scripture. And I'm still on lost in the land of the lonely. Where ain't nobody holy. A matter of a fact, we unholy. Everybody livin soley for themselves. Too ?? on a land hell. Somebody need me. You know we lost hope and we needin it. Wit the evil it's forever. But it might be low down, scandalouz Like a tramp is. All for the street fame on how to be managed. To plan shit. 6 months in advaced to what we plotted. Approved to go on swole and now I got it. Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they'd love to catch Kastro sleepin. Attach a strap under my pillow and a hand like we freakin. Creepin deep into morning. Peepin out the weak. While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for it's self. No doubt. Outlaw. Outta my mind, outta time. You're all blind. Some kind of life of mine Kato don't mind. Findin it funny, matter of fact, cuz it is. Perhaps finally I look at that true over the years as an outlaw. Eh, Noble. What's up nigga. Would you die for me, nigga? Hell yeah. Would you kill for me? On my grandmother, nigga. Ah yo. What's up. Let's ride on them stupid bitches right now. Watch out. Well now they all say they roaches and parasites. Snakes and all they might Thug Life break night. Drink till we fist fight. Life or death. But you can't win with a vest. But there won't be no breathing for the reason Punk bitch on your breath. I see day is dark and I admit it's dark. So chase ??? Hide your stash Beware foolin marks. And yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left for PO's belly. And let me bust back to them niggas till they all sweaty |
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My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island
All the penitentiaries Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo Pratt All the political Prisoners San Quinton All the jailhouses I'm with you Yeah One Thug, One Thug How do we keep the music playing One Thug, One Thug (Verse 1) I wake up early in the morning mind state so military Suckas fantasizing Pictures of a young brother buried Was it me The Weed Or this life I lead If daytime is for suckas then tonight we breathe Out for all that Knowing that this world brings drawbacks Look how they shiver Once I deliver these war raps Meet me at the cemetery dressed in black Tonight we Honor the dead, those who won't be back So if I die do the same for me Shed no tears An Outlaw, thug living in this game for years Why worry? Hope to God Get me high when I'm buried Knowing deep inside only a few love me Don't rush me through the gates of heaven Let me picture for a while How I lived from my days as a child I wonder now How do we outlast, always get cash Stay strong if we all mash Hold Your head (Chorus) How do we keep the music playing (You got to hold your head) How do we get ahead (Hold your head) Too many young black brothers are dying (You got to hold your head) Living fast, too fast (hahaha) (Verse 2) These felonies be like prophecies Begging me to stop Cause these lawyers getting money every time they knock us Snatch they pockets lyrically Suckas flee when they notice Switched my name to Makaveli Had the rap game closed Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows, they froze Now suckas idolize my chosen blows And more money, mean litigating More playa hating Got a cell at the Penn for me waiting Is this my fate? Miss me with that misdemeanor thinking We fall back Never had too much Tequilla drinking We all that Make them understand me You lie to say my posse Everyone roll with me is family Cause every bodies got me Watch me paint a perfect vision This life we living Got us all meeting up in prison Last week I got a letter from my road dog Written in blood Saying Please show a young playa love Hold your head Hold it (Chorus) How do we keep the music playing (You got to hold your head) How do we get ahead (C'Mon, Hold your head) Too many young black brothers are dying (Yes, hold hold your head) Living fast, too fast (Weed got me thinking in my mind) (Verse 3) God bless the child that can hold is own Indeed Enemies bleed when I hold my chrome Let these words be the last To my unborn seeds Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed Currency means nothing if you still ain't free Money breeds jealousy, take the game from me I hope for better days Trouble comes naturally Running from authorities Till they capture me And my aim, is to spread more smiles than tears Utilize lessons learned from my childhood years Maybe mama had it all right Rest your head Straight conversation all night Bless the dead To the homies that I used to have That no longer roll Catch a brother at the crossroads Plus, nobody knows my soul Watching time pass Through the glass of my drop top Rolls Hold your head (Chorus) How do we keep the music playing (You got to hold your head) How do we get ahead (No matter how hard it gets, feel me, c'mon) (Hold your head) Too many young black brothers are dying (Smoke some weed, drink a drink, read a book, watch the stars, get some pussy, whatever) Living fast, too fast How do we keep the music playing (Yes, you got to hold your head) How do we get ahead |
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21 Gun Salute One love, One love One Nation 21 Gun Salute All the time I'm ... Hoping my true motherfuckas know, This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds Up in the studio, gettin blow To the truest shit I ever spoke (Verse 1) 21 Gun Salute dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots Disappeared in the crowd all you seen was troops This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me He's talking about he left the hospital took five like me You living fantasies nigga, I reject your deposit We shook Dre punk ass, now he out of the closet Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out Next time grown folks talking, nigga close your mouths Peep me, I take this war shit deeply I seen too many real players fall to let these bitch niggas beat me Puffy, lets be honest you a punk, You gonna see me with gloves Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me being a Thug Well you can tell the people you roll with whatever you want But you and I know what's going on (Don't you) Pay back, I knew you bitch niggas from way back Witness me strapped with macs, knew I wouldn't play that All you old rappers trying to advance It's all over now, take it like a man (Trick ass square) Niggas looking like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick (look at De La Soul) Trying to player hate on my shit, can eat a fat dick Let it be known this is how you made me Love it how I got you niggas crazy, Against All Odds (Chorus) Hoping my thug motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds Up in the studio, gettin blow To the truest shit I ever spoke Against All Odds Hoping my true motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote (Verse 2) I heard he was light skinned, stocky with a Haitian accent Jewellery, fast cars and known for flashing Listen while I take you back and lace this rap A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack Knew he was working for the feds, same crime different trials Niggas picture what he said, and did I mention? Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchmen, in due time I knew you bitch niggas was listening, the world is mine (hey Nas) Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up Touch one of mine, on everything I owe I'll destroy everything you touch, play the game nigga All out warfare, eye for eye Last words to a bitch nigga, why you lie? Now you gotta watch your back, now, watch your front Here we come gun shots to Tut, now you stuck Fuck the rap game nigga, this M.O.B So believe me, we enemies, I go Against All Odds (Chorus) Hoping my true motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds Up in the studio, gettin blow (blow) To the truest shit I ever spoke Against All Odds Hoping my true motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote (you all know) (Verse 3) Puffy getting robbed like a bitch to hide that fact He did some shit he shouldn't have did so we ride them for that And that nigga that was down for me, rest his head Switched sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead Probably be murdered for the shit that I said I bring the real, be a legend, breathing or dead Lord listen to me, God don't like ugly It Was Written Hey Nas, your whole damn style is bitten (nigga sounds like Rakim, man!) You heard 'My Melody', read about my life in the papers All my run-ins with authorities, felonious capers (punk) Now you want to live my life, so what's the hassle Nas? Niggas that don't rhyme right, you've seen too many movies Load him up against the wall, close his eyes Since you lie, you die, goodbye Let the real life niggas hear the truth from me What would you do if you was me, Against All Odds (Chorus) Hoping my true motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds Up in the studio, gettin blow To the truest shit I ever spoke Against All Odds Hoping my true motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds Up in the studio, gettin blow To the truest shit I ever spoke Against All Odds (Tupac Talking) One love to my true thug niggas (Outlaw, Outlaw) 21 Gun Salute to my niggas that died in the lines of duty Represent to the fullest and be a souljah The military minds that play the rules of the game 21 Gun Salute I salute you my niggas Stay strong I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you It's on for you Cause all you bitch made niggas Are coming for me Against all odds I don't care who you fuck with You touch me I'm at you I know you motherfuckers don't think I forgot Hell na I ain't forgot nigga I just remember what you told me You said don't go to war till I got my money right Now I got my money right Now I want war |
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Chorus: repeat 2X
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death my niggas, we tha last ones left but life goes on..... Verse One: As I bail through tha empty halls breath stinkin' in my draws ring, ring, ring quiet y'all incoming call plus this my homie from high school he's getting bye It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry life as a baller alchol and booty calls we usta do them as adolecents do you recall? raised as G's loc'ed out and blazed the weed get on tha roof let's get smoked out and blaze with me 2 in tha morning and we still high assed out screamin' 'thug till I die' before I passed out but now that your gone i'm in tha zone thinkin' 'I don't wanna die all alone' but now ya gone and all I got left are stinkin' memories I love them niggas to death i'm drinkin' Hennessy while tryin' ta make it last I drank a 5th for that ass when you passed.... cause life goes on Chorus Verse Two: Yeah nigga I got tha word as hell blew trial and tha judge gave you 25 with an L time to prepare to do fed time won't see parole imagine life as a convict that's getten' old plus with tha drama we're lookin out for your babies mama taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from beatin on her... life in tha hood... is all good for nobody remember gamin' on dumb hotties at your party Me and you No true a two while scheming on hits and gettin tricks that maybe we can slide into but now you burried rest nigga cause I ain't worried eyes blurry sayin' goodbye at the cemetary tho' memories fade I got your name tated on my arm so we both ball 'til my dying days before I say goodbye Kato and Mental rest in peace Thug till I die Chorus Verse Three: Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket have a party at my funeral let every rapper rock it let tha hoes that I usta know from way before kiss me from my head to my toe give me a paper and a pen so I can write about my life of sin a couple bottles of Gin in case I don't get in tell all my people i'm a Ridah nobody cries when we die we outlaws let me ride until I get free I live my life in tha fast lane got police chasen' me to my niggas from old blocks from old crews niggas that guided me through back in tha old school pour out some liquor have a toast for tha homies see we both gotta die but ya chose to go before me and brothas miss ya while your gone you left your nigga on his own how long we mourn life goes on... (Chorus repeats to end) (Spoken over repeating chorus:) Life goes on homie gone on, cause they passed away Niggas doin' life Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit I feel ya nigga, trust me I feel ya You know what I mean last year we poured out liquor for ya this year nigga, life goes on we're gonna clock now get money evade bitches evade tricks give players plenty space and basically just represent for you baby next time you see your niggas your gonna be on top nigga their gonna be like, 'Goddamn, them niggas came up' that's right baby life goes on.... and we up out this bitch hey Kato, Mental y'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up there don't front. |
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Intro: 2Pac
Hey DeVante Nigga, don'tcha know we're gonna sow up every bitch in the country Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin room On the same level This shit here, hahahaha Please, no more pain That's right nigga Hey drop that shit boy Verse One: 2Pac My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes My lyrics explode on contact, gamin you hoes Who else but Mama's only son, fuck the phony niggaz I'm the one Say my name, watch bitches come, now fire when ready, stay watchin now figure, increase speed Make you motherfuckers bleed from your mouth quicker Plus all these niggaz that you run with, be on some dumb shit Trick on the hoes, I ain't the one bitch Holla my name and witness game official, it's so sick Have every single bitch that came witchu, on my dick Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased I'm movin you stupid bitches, vicious telekenesis Am I reachin your brain? Nigga how can I explain? How vicious this Thug motherfucker came When I die, I wanna be a livin legend, say my name Affiliated with this motherfuckin game, with no more pain Chorus: I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane (repeat 4X) Verse Two: 2Pac Line up my adversaries, blast on sight, and fuck your boyfriend Bitch, I want some ass tonight, you know my steelo Alize and Cristal, weed sure you heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast I dare you niggaz to open fire, I'll murder that ass And disappear before the cops come runnin, my glock's spittin rounds niggaz fallin down clutchin they stomach It's Westside, Death Row, Thug niggaz on the rise Busters shot me five times, real niggaz don't die Can ya hear me? Laced with this game, I know you fear me Spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me My only fear of death is reincarnation Heart of a solider with a brain to teach your whole nation And feelin no more pain Chorus 4X Verse Three: 2Pac Bury me that's what they all say, it's time to make a killin Sure to make a million with DeVante Bitch I know you want me, what your mouth say? Now, watch your eyes You don't wanna get with me, that's a lie I got my hands on your hips, no time to bullshit Freaky bitch, come give me kiss Tell them niggaz from other areas, brothers from here So obsessed with this money makin it ain't nothin we fear Now they label me a troublemaker, cause I'm a ridah Death to you playa haters, don't let me find ya Mama made me rugged, baptised the public Now you hard thugs, nigga don't you love it It's similar to multiple gunshots, retaliation is a must Wasn't too sure what you facin so watch the guns bust You niggaz'll bleed, fuckin with me you'll be deceased Never restin in peace nigga, with no more pain Chorus 8X (Tupac talking over the chorus) Hahahahaha, yeah nigga, yeah! Hahahaha No more pain It's just like that nigga, like that yeah No more pain Motherfuckers can't handle that shit Much too much for these bitches No more pain Feel me nigga? Feel me? How you figure you can fuck with me? Fully automatic type shit No more pain Coward ass niggaz, cowards Come put your mouth on this pistol nigga Come put your mouth on the pistol, no more pain Close your eyes nigga, do it Die in the dark, no more pain Say thuuuuug life babe Death Row, so what you motherfuckers do? Hey that's DeVante droppin that beat like that BEYATCH In case you wonderin And jealous niggaz, hahaha, see y'all niggaz Motherfuckin niggaz are shit Hey (chorus being whispered in the background) Westsiiiiiide! Death to everybody that ain't down with me That's on, feel me? Hahaha Oh yeah, to the cowards, you know what I mean Just feel that, Thug Life, shit don't stop Motherfuckers got Downs Syndrome, motherfuckers Weak ass niggaz, skanless cunts, fuckin C.E..O.'s Put your mouth on this pistol nigga Put your mouth on the pistol! Hahahaha, yeah nigga no more pain Prison ain't changed me nigga, it made me worse Feel me nigga, haha No more pain Hey DeVante I'm givin these motherfuckers choices Niggaz can roll with us, or they can be rolled under us That's on you nigga, what you wanna do? Last year we was lettin these niggaz kick up dust This year you motherfuckers gonna be dust Thug Life nigga Westsiiiiide! |
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[2Pac]
A military mind nigga A military mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know [Chorus: 2Pac - repeat 2X] We tradin war stories, we Outlawz on the rise Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes [2Pac] Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin hard liquor This ghetto life has got me catchin up to God quicker Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger semi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggaz Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday and fear of man - grow on trees Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes So niggaz whisper when they mention Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure Moms sent me to go play with the drug dealers Hits fall, we thug niggaz and we came in packs. Every one of niggaz strapped sippin on 'nac (Cognac) In the back, my AR-15 Thuggin till I die, these streets got me cravin thorazine My lyrics are blueprints to money makin Fat as that ass that honey shakin [Chorus] w/ Outlawz [Kastro] I bust a trey-trey, buggin an' shit They call it overthuggin and shit But I was just a younger nigga; gettin older and lovin this shit But what was I doin in this place? To the fakes without a pistol in the first, facin termination in the worst But I figured to play the wall; to watch all these playa hatin niggaz position for I could see 'em all Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin to tell you [Edi Amin] Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out smokin greenery Considered a B.G., but I'm off in this game somethin D-P My eyes only see deez, that's why I'm young and burnt out Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out And why I do it - the ridin and smokin Collidin with foes - in the worst place; y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us, in the first place Y'all real O.G.'s, droppin game to the youngsters Y'all don't want no funk cause Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories [Chorus] [C-Bo] I breaks 'em off with this gangsta war story tale Stackin loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12 Slap my clip in the chamber; fool, your life's in danger No one will remain when I come through dumpin insane Call me Bo-wl of Major Pain, gun-slang and movin 'caine I be the nigga that's pullin the trigga and dumpin the hollow points in your brain Mo' bigger balls that RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball W |
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(Intro: 2Pac)
Only God can judge me, is that right? (synth voice) Only God can judge me now Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else All you other motherfuckers get out my business (Verse One: 2Pac) Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see And in my mind I'm a blind man doin time Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine? Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin I've been trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed And fantasies of my family, in a hearse And they say it's the white man I should fear But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side Jealousy inside, make em wish I died Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees Recollect your thoughts, don't get caught up in the mix Cause the media is full of dirty tricks Only God can judge me (Chorus: 2Pac) (synth voice) Only God can judge me That's right baby, yeah baby (synth voice) Only God Hahahahahahahaha (synth + Pac) Only God can judge me, only God can judge (synth cont.) me, only God Only God can judge me (synth + Pac) Only God can judge me And only God can (synth voice) Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me (synth + Pac) Only God can judge me Only God can judge me (synth voice) Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me (synth voice) Only God can judge me now (heart monitor: long beep) Flatline! (Verse Two: 2Pac) I hear the doctor standing over me (heart monitor: beeping slowly) screamin I can make it Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me (beeping sound stops) I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies I wake up strangled in, dangled in my bed sheets I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care? Try to remember, but it hurts I'm walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, "Black Power" is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state And our fate, is a lifetime of hate Dear Mama, can you save me? And fuck peace Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that there's a million motherfuckers stressin just like me Only God can judge me (Chorus w/ variations) (Interlude: 2Pac) That which does not kill me can only make me stronger (That's for real) and I don't see why everybody feel as though that they gotta tell me how to live my life (You know?) Let me live baby, let me live (Verse Three: Rappin 4-Tay, Tupac) Pac I feel ya, keep servin it on the rilla For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement? He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin a cross, that's real Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him Sold a half a million tapes now everybody want em After talkin behind my back like a bitch would Tellin them niggaz, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place to get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch My new shit is so fetti already sold a key of ounce Bitch, remember Tupac and 4-Tay Them same two brothers dodgin bullets representin the Bay Pac when you was locked down, that's when I be around Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin sellin lies Don't think I don't see you haters, I know ya'll in disguise Guess you figure you know me cause I'm a Thug That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz Been livin lavish like a player all day Now I'm bout to floss em off, player shit with 4-Tay Only God can judge me (Chorus w/ variations) (4Tay) Only God main (2Pac) That right? (4Tay) That's real (2Pac) Hahahahahaha (4Tay) Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin? (2Pac) Man, look here man My only fear of death is comin back to this bitch reincarnated That's for the homey mental We up out (Chorus w/out 2Pac continues to fade) |
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You fat mutha-f**ka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is ni**as we bring it to {Take Money} [ha ha, that's alright] First off, f**k your bi**h And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I f**ked your wife We bust on Bad Boys ni**as f**k for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark a*s bi**hes We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How i'll leave yah Cut your young a*s up See yah in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Don't f**k with real a*s G's Quick to snatch your ugly a*s, off the streets So f**k peace I'll let them ni**as know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night [ha ha] Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill f**k with me And get your caps peeled You know, See Chorus Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace ni**a, I hit 'em up Check this out You mutha-f**kas know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all ni**as ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah bi**h made a*s Bad Boys bi**hes {ahh yo, yo, hold the f**k up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pa*s the mac And let me hit 'em in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right For setting up traps Little accident murderers And I ain't never heard of yah Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Guard your rank Cause I'm a slam your a*s in a pang Puffy weaker than a f**kin' block I'm running through ni**a And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In front of yah ni**a With the ready power Tucked in my Guess Under my Eddie Bower Your clout petty sour I push packages ever hour I hit 'em up Chorus Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace ni**a, We hit 'em up Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you ni**as getting killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a Shermine ni**as think they learned to fly But they burn mutha-f**ka you deserve to die Talking about you Getting Money But its funny to me All you ni**as living bummy While you f**king with me? I'm a self made Millionaire Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air {Air} [Ha Ha] Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the bi**h to let you sleep in the house Now its all about versace You copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my A-K I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mutha-f**ka I'll Hit 'Em Up I'm from N W New Jers. Where plenty of murder occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenerio Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees Copin' pleas with these Little Kim is yah Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the f**k? Is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped And all your fake a*s east coast props Brainstormed and locked You'se a B-writer Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing s**t but a faker So fill the Alazhay with a chaser 'bout to get murdered for the paper E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke [uhh] Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-f**kin' joke Thug Life, ni**as better be known Be approaching In the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping It's a battle lost I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off ni**a, I hit 'em up Now you tell me who won I see them, they run [ha ha] They don't wanna see us Whole Junior Mafia click Dressing up to be us How the f**k they gonna be the Mob? When we always on out job We millionaire's Killing ain't fair But somebody got to do it Oh yah Mobb Deep [uhh] You wanna f**k with us You Little young a*s mutha-f**kas Don't one of you ni**as got sickle-cell or something You f**king with me, ni**a ? You f**k around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the f**k up Before you get smacked the f**k up This is how we do it on our side Any of you ni**as from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain't singing, We bringing drama f**k you and your mother f**king mama. We gonna kill all you mother f**kers. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother f**kin opinion Well this is how we gon' do this: f**k Mobb Deep, f**k Biggie, f**k Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother f**kin crew. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, Then f**k you too. Chino XL, f**k you too. All you mother f**kers, f**k you too. (take money, take money) All of y'all mother f**kers, f**k you, die slow mother f**ker. My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow. You mother f**kers can't be us or see us. We mother f**kin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, ni**a We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother f**kers. We do our job. You think you the mob, ni**a, we the mother f**kin' mob Ain't nuttin' but killers And the real ni**as, all you mother f**kers feel us. Our s**t goes triple and four quadruple You ni**as laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother f**kin' belts You know how it is and we drop records they felt You ni**as can't feel it We the realist f**k 'em. We Bad Boy killas. |
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(Tupac) Staring at the world through my rearview Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? 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) (Repite 2X) (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 (Repite 2X) (E.D.I.) Now you see him, 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 this bitch, I thought you knew 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'm through 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) (Repite 2X) (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/nigga can die (Repite 2X) (Khadafi) 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 piece/peace True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed Criminally addicted, infested since a seed We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep Turn eighteen, ?roll my well and lockup? Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm 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/and we'll be (Repite 4X with vocal fade)
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