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[Intro: 2Pac]
So what I'm gonna do, hopefully is... I wanna be, uhm not a wannabe I am 2Pac Shakur! 2Pac! 2005! Guess who's back? G-G-Guess who's back? G-G-Guess who's back? G-G-Guess who's back? Everywhere I see, a Soldier a Soldier. Everywhere I see, a Soldier Like Me. Everywhere I see, a Soldier a Soldier. Everywhere I see, a Soldier Like Me. Everywhere I see, a Soldier a Soldier. Everywhere I see, a Soldier Like Me. Everywhere I see, a Soldier a Soldier. Everywhere I see, a Soldier Like Me. [Verse 1: 2Pac] Posse deep as I role through the streets Muthafuck the police as we creep in our Jeeps Layin' so long you think I'm asleep But at the slightest beat, I'm robbin' niggas through the teeth And OPD can get the dick if they play tuffy Last time them niggas rushed me, I ain't bust but now I'm touchy Trust me, ain't nothin' jumpin' but these buck shots Them niggas got enough knots, I'm poppin' corrupt cops You muthafuckers catch a hot one You wanted to start a problem, now you coward cops have got one And there's no prison that can hold a Muthafuckin' Soldier, ready to role & take control So now I jack 'em while they sleepin' Role to the door, through a grenade in the precinct Some people panic, brothers bugged out I had to keep poppin' 'cause wouldn't stop until they rugged out And they vest don't protect from the head wounds Reload ammunition's & them bitches will be dead soon Smoke risin' from the barrel of my shotty I finally got revenge, now count the bodies 20 cops, one for every year in jail Tryin' to keep a nigga down, but you failed Before I let you take me, I told ya Fuck bein' trapped, I'm a Soldier. [Chorus:] I betcha that I got something you ain't got, that's called courage It don't come from no liquor bottle, it ain't scotch, it's not bourbon I don't walk around like no G 'cause that ain't me, I'm not that person I don't try to act like you do 'cause that ain't you, you just frontin'. You ain't? [Verse 2: 2Pac] It's 2Pac in the mad bitch In them .64 rag on them things, that's a bad bitch Gettin' ghosts on them bitches in the town Bustin' out the backseat, nigga when we clown. Homey is you down? B got the strap & she anxious Hurry up 'fo she spank shit Comin' round the corners, spittin' rounds They payin' homey down Caught them sucker ass bitches outta bounce. Now tell me how that sound? A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day. Now tell me how that sound? A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day. Stinkin' biatch! [Chorus:] I betcha that I got something you ain't got, that's called courage It don't come from no liquor bottle, it ain't scotch, it's not bourbon I don't walk around like no G 'cause that ain't me, I'm not that person I don't try to act like you do 'cause that ain't you, you just frontin'. You ain't? (2Pac) [Outro: 2Pac] Everywhere I see, a Soldier a Soldier. Everywhere I see, a Soldier Like Me. Everywhere I see, a Soldier a Soldier. Everywhere I see, a Soldier Like Me. Everywhere I see, a Soldier a Soldier. Everywhere I see, a Soldier Like Me. Everywhere I see, a Soldier a Soldier. Everywhere I see, a Soldier Like Me. |
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I wanted to bring back that reality,
nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson and I'm the heavyweight champion, I'm a little nigga, thats why its so raw to just watch me battle lions, cause I'm a little skinny nigga battlin' niggas three times my size Watch this uppercut, here it comes... watch the jab nigga... ugh...here it come, look out, watch my arms... Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a peice Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just cant believe I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee I'm all over that nigga, come identify the body My middle finger to you hoe niggas Run up on me, and i'll be forced to let it go nigga I aint the one you wanna try, why, stayin' high I hit this blunt and watch these motherfuckers die Whose runnin these streets I said that cocaine Cause in the the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne Another hustler makin' major cash 'til the punk police come an raid ya ass Now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a bitch Cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6 And we know that you can't hang, you a trick Rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh [Chorus (x1): 2Pac] Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga! Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga! They got a nigga in the dice game, I'm feelin' lucky But the nigga just a little bigger, he tryin fuck me Out my cash, imma blast nigga, he don't know I gotta tell ya like the last nigga, gotta go Don't need to roll for the truck, I get em' up Left to right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha) I'm known to walk the streets on any block I love my niggas, but I aint puttin down my glock The gun shots rang when I lose nigga, and ooh nigga Imma show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha) Lay it down just to prove it And fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga! Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga! They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants This revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent (shh) Roll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game Molotov cocktails, release an up in flames Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back Lookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back Wanna see my kids grow don't know if imma make it though One more nigga came up short in the ghetto Society lied to me so i'm strapped with the metal Push ya middle finger up nigga if you a rebel Have ya face down goin' in ya pockets if ya let em' I done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em' I done made so many mistakes but still I dont regret em' I'm a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend I'm a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons We all lost souls tryina find our way to heaven Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga! Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga! To all the conrads no longer with us, see you when we get there 'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut 'Til we get up there with ya'll, YOU KNOW!.. Thug Life we still livin it Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let's go! |
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(Intro: Tupac Talking)
Oh, I posted bail? I'm out this motherfucker? I can go? Oh, fuck y'all eh, fuck the judge Fuck the motherfuckin' district attourney and the prosecutor (fuck you!) And fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box (fuck you!) Fuck all y'all Cause I'm out on motherfuckin' bail y'all ain't never gonna see me in this motherfucker again Drop that shit em! Let these old punk ass bitches know how we runnin' this shit Niggaz ain't going back to court you stank ass bitches (Verse 1: 2Pac) Im stuck in jail the DA's tryin' to burn me I'd be out on bail if I had a good attorney Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up I ain't trippin' in the county and I'm mad as fuck Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch Everybody wanna talk cause I'm rappin' They askin' me what happened Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson I can't sleep they takin' polaroids And I'm tryna to use the phone but they makin' noise Man I wish I had my glock cause its major I'm makin' shanks out the plastics in razors These motherfuckers won't leave me alone thats my word Bout to turn a violation to a motherfuckin' murder I'm makin' collect calls to my old bitches Send mo' pictures and make me some more riches To all the suckers on the block talkin' shit while I was locked up Be prepared to get socked up Cause the game is deep and the fame is brief And you bullshittin' bitches ain't changin' me I came straight up out the gutta I was saved from hell I'm a thug I was raised in jail Now I'm out on bail (Chorus x1) Out on Bail (You know what fuckin' time it is) ThugLife will never fail (I'm out on bail) Thuglife niggaz (I'm going straight to 50,000 BIATCH!!!) Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail) Out on Bail (Hey, hand me some motherfuckin' Colt 40's from the fridge nigga) ThugLife will never fail (Cause I'm out on bail) Thuglife niggaz (Hey, pass me my motherfuckin' Rolex) Thuglife niggaz (Yes bitch that's a President) (Verse 2: 2Pac) Stuck in jail and mad as a bitch I'd be out on bail if it wasn't for the snitch Runnin' wild thru the streets like I'm loco And fuck the punk police and they chokeholds I got no love in my heart cause I'm heartless Mobbin' in the park after dark wanna start shit Rippin' up the scene as a teen I was at it (but hey) And sellin' products to the addicts cause they gotta have it I was a well-known thug and I gotta lotta love Hangin out with the OG's shootin' up the clubs And mama told me don't hang with the homies But they got me if they need me then it's on G Got me sittin' in the cell a five by seven Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven Got my bitches on the outside writin' me letters And they tell me they love me and the shit ull get better I don't believe her cause I just got the news on the wire Take it how you want it but your bitch is on fire I gotta be a player so I stay strong cause I know that I won't be away long and when I finally do hit the fuckin' streets I'ma handle this A thug nigga gettin' scandalous I'm on bail (Chorus x1) Out on Bail ThugLife (see) will never fail (Out on bail - biatch!) Thuglife niggaz (You know what time it is) Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail) Out on Bail (Y'all don't need to know about...) ThugLife will never fail (You know, Out on bail) Thuglife niggaz (Y'all Blow that shit - Get me up out this) Thuglife niggaz (Yo, EM!!! Get me up out of this motherfucker man!) Out on Bail (These motherfuckers are harrasing me and that ain't cool) (Outro: Tupac Talking) Out on bail I'll see ya motherfuckers at the next show, 2pac, the media is my bitch It's that famous shit, you know? Real thug shit Real live thug shit, genuine, you know what I'm sayin' I wouldn't waste your motherfuckin' time with no bullshit baby Trust me, It's that real shit I'm talkin' about that shit you never tell your grandkids about, you know? I ran with a thug nigga, believe that This my motherfuckin' nigga Em on dem motherfuckin' boards in case your wonderin' We doin' this shit hell motherfuckin' yeah An ounze of that shit sittin' in your motherfuckin' lac Now press rewind nigga! |
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Uhh,
Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel (Chorus - Elton John:) Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns (2Pac) If I could recollect before my hood days I'd sit and reminisce, Thinkin' of bliss and the good days I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em They tested, it was stressed that they under In our days, things changed Everyone's ashamed to the youth cuz the truth looks strange And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts cause any day they'll push the button and all good men like Malcolm X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly there's no need for you to fear me if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me it aint about black or white, cuz we're human I hope we see the light before its ruined my ghetto gospel (Chorus - Elton John:) Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns (2Pac) Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy Guess she's given birth to a baby I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan We jump into another form of slavery Even now I get discouraged Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage I refuse to be a role model I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle I make mistakes, but learn from every one And when its said and done I bet this Brotha be a better one If I'm upset, you don't stress Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet I feel his hand on my brain When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the Lord do his thang But am I less holy Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies Before we find world peace We gotta find peace in that war on the streets My ghetto gospel (Chorus - Elton John:) Those who wish to follow me (Yeah My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns (2Pac) Lord can you hear me speak!! To pay the price of being hell bound... |
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(Intro: 2Pac)
Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Robbin' Black Cotton in God's eyes Speak (Verse 1) Black Cotton Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's Class is in session the worst question is the first question Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave Never got paid but still we slave (In the nine tre') Answer that then answer this too- Loves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a bitch true You best to backtrack and try to act black and live Not to be phony and positive but why be negative? What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?) Dum dum diddy is it me? Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets If not peace then at least let's get a piece I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased Lookin' through my highschool yearbook Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took One homie, two homie, three homies - POOF We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot God come save the misbegotten Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes) (Chorus: Eminem) Nobody don't care (No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/and I ask God why) Nobody don't care (Seems like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions) Nobody don't care (Feels like I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm being tested) Nobody don't care (Seems like my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please answer my questions) Nobody don't care (Verse 3) In the belly of the beast I'm bubbling up Running out of luck, about to self destruct Old heads say live your life like such Your sure to catch her witcha one day boy I wouldn't listen to 'em Your power movement was cool But it ain't fix nothin' So I just go with what i know I dont trust none Look what the 80's did To what's Bebe's kids And now we grown up Nobody ain't own us yet (Verse 4) Black cotton, I'm plottin' on what they owe me I'm workin' without a profit They shacklin' all my homies I'm hurtin' but keep the mind And we ain't stop, its cutains, you try to rise and Certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridas What's the reward for a strugala If the lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' up Runnin up, Gun cocked like nasty gloves If you aint got a penny, mind the glove No love Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds Black Cotton - I'm hoppin' over enemy lines Black Cotton - I ain't stoppin' till they givin me mine Black Cotton (Chorus) |
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(2Pac)
Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me? I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these narcs be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart Now picture me scared of the penitentiary I've been movin these things since the days of elementary Now tell me what you need when you see me I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me I got some killas on my payroll, and they know When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low Although I'm young, I'm still comin up I'm gettin paid, pullin raises on niggas when they runnin up The first to pull a strap when there's drama Busta, you ain't heard? I've been slicin motherfuckerss since I lost my momma There ain't a cop that can stop me My posse is cocked, G, and they don't quit until they drop me I'm loyal to the game (Chorus) (Treach) Without no doubt I ain't no slouch and it ain't time to back down So I jumps in and try to stop-a and watch-a Slap you cock-eyed like Popeye fucks spinach Forgotten more shit than most crews ever know, or ever knew Was born with 7 flows and only heaven knew For beat the boot sex, the news breaks, the you shakes Worse, they heard we got more nerve than a 2-fake Yoo-hoo to you crew and you too so you knew I'm from Jersey and I'm a teen so your block more than you do Whose the new crew? Show me your neck brotha, and here's another Smack your mother's mamma's mother In the first mob of all those other crack lovers Back was bitch-ass, trick ass, cluk-clow-cluk-clow How ya like me then, how ya like me, hey-ho, how ya like me now? Ow, pow, hurt, don't it? Bow, bow, don't run up on it The same thing minus P hangin possies like an exponent Oh yes, rock in slums, ya gots to run it It makes no sense to smell like shit If old ass George could be Washing-tons (Chorus) (Riddler) Now I be loyal to my niggas on the blocks, just buckin the shots And packin the glocks and dodgin the cops, and takin over niggas spots Poppin after poppin the fools be droppin, the hoes be hoppin On my thing cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim You lookin grim, is it me or him or him Or be with me, we be together So what's up? We can do whatever Cause real niggas stick together Till they make it up to heaven Through the stress, through the hell, through the 1-8-7 The shorter the nigga, the bigga the trigga The deeper they dig the ditch-a The Naughty the Treach then through to the Pac I brings the glock I wets up You fuckin body, I'm like, Oh my Gody Did I really shoot him? Yo I shot him So got him, now I puts the crime behind me And finds me, a place to lays my head low I lives doin my rap, but I dies for my hood row So all you fuckin fools better recognize, and know my fuckin name I be Riddler to my niggas and I'm loyal to the game (Chorus) |
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(Verse 1: 2Pac)
See, it ain't easy bein' me Life as a celebrity is less than heavenly I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around And it's always drama Whevever I wanna get around Mama told me Long before I ever came up Gotta be true, to watchya' do And keep ya' game up 'Cause things change And jealousy becomes a factor Best friends at your wifes house tryin' to mack her! I'm on tour But still they keep on knockin' at my door And I got no time to worry I'm steady wantin' more Every day is a test, yes I try hard But I'm strugg-a-lin' with every breath I pray to God that the woman that I left at home All alone Ain't nothin' like tryin' to bone Over the phone In my mind I can see her naked I can't take it Got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it I thought you knew. (Chorus: Nate Dogg) I'm rollin' out on tour today you gettin' sad cause I'm goin' away, Naa Chickenheads wanna play with me you gettin' mad cause you think I'm a sway, Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream soon as I hit the stage, Naa Still I be gettin' lonely for you I'm comin' home as soon as I make this pay. (echoes) (Verse 2: 2Pac) I call you up long distance On the telephone I wanna tuck you in Even though I know I can't make it home I whisper things in your' ear Like your near me Wonder if you feel me From far away Or can you hear me It seems to me That your' jealous 'Cause I'm hustlin' and makin' money With the fellas' In the back streets Tryin' to trap me Baby hold up Thugs get lonely too! But I'm a soulja And theres no way I'm a' stop makin' money 'Cause your' attitudes changed And your' actin' a little funny Always complainin' Sayin' we don't spend time Can't you see I got enough stress on my mind And hangin' up like you all that And get mad when I'm tell you that "I'm busy baby call back" Please, ain't nothin' left to say to you Thugs get lonely too You know. (Chorus: Nate Dogg) I'm rollin' out on tour today you gettin' sad cause I'm goin' away, Naa Chickenheads wanna play with me you gettin' mad cause you think I'm a sway, Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream soon as I hit the stage, Naa Still I be gettin' lonely for you I'm comin' home as soon as I make this pay. (echoes) (Verse 3: 2Pac) I sit alone in my room, drinkin' Without a care Talkin out loud to you' Like your' there Take your' picture out my back pocket Man it's on You the first face I wanna see When I get home I wanna love you 'till the sun rise Buckwild Touchin' every wall in the house Thug style Put your' hands on the headboard Think of me Drippin' sweat on top of you Sick of scenes in yo' head That I'm makin' love So turn the lights down Reminice 'n relax 'Cause baby right now I feel in the middle of my stomach You whisper in my ear Baby tell me how you really want it Hold on tightly Watch the ceiling Scratch my back How you react Lets me know you feel me 'Cause everything I'm givin' to you Is so true Thugs get lonely too You know. (Chorus: Nate Dogg) I'm rollin' out on tour today you gettin' sad cause I'm goin' away, Naa Chickenheads wanna play with me you gettin' mad cause you think I'm a sway, Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream soon as I hit the stage, Naa Still I be gettin' lonely for you I'm comin' home as soon as I make this pay. (echoes) (Outro: Tupac Talking) Yeah! <i>Thug Life Baby</i> |
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I'm really not all that sure
bout when things is finna mature So let me find me a nigga with a grip and hit his ass quick with one of them whoops (What's the definition of a lick?) Taking a niggaz shit (Hey put that on sumthin) I put that on The Click, The Click Back to fuckin work one of the homies jus got dusted Time to do some dirt, uhh, I never trusted them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival Now the town is funky, it's called survival What y'all wanna do? They got us scuffled (Well if uhh, we can just uhh) if 'if' was a fifth we'll all be drunk I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, played me false We had a meetin, shit 'posed to been squashed I noticed one killa on the double dribble and set him up y'all She likes the Monie in the Middle, play tetherball Thick ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker Scarecrow creepin Southern bitches, aka Posie Pussyfictious guts, but shit on hisself and a funky bill Pullin out bills, frontin on material shit that's when I get to killin shit (killin shit) And settin 'im up and havin 'im catchin a couple of slugs Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck with savage thug Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin this twisted It's that bitch that killed ya Took all your money peeled ya Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's while a nigga be puttin on his jimmy All of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton before you can hit the broccoli See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn't make that money Left them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the streets That's why that nigga naked layin dead in between some bloody sheets It's just a part of the game he didn't feel Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill You don't know that hoe main that bitch can't be trusted Dusted and di-motherfuckin-sgustedSome cold hearted shit Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do Cold hearted bitches Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas Some cold hearted shit Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted I never trusted them bustas And it's them cold hearted nigga Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted Dusted and disgusted [E-40] Let's let of some two or threes on the other side of t-uh-town Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (other side of town) And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin range Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I will prevail by sellin the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine try not to steal narcotics When these punk MC's and bitches be the reason why the smoke be comin up out the chop, with my nigga 'Pac [2Pac] Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin sick I'm in my rag hittin switches I'm suspicious of these bitches I keep on, calllin, but ain't nobody pickin up I think she's stallin, this evil bitch is tryin ta set me up Came all alone if it's on then it's on Where's my motherfuckin chrome, only jealous niggaz roam It's a war zone (war zone) but I'm a man so with gun in hand I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin plan Can't understand, but the things ain't the same You could die over these bitches if you slippin in the game Niggaz gang bang, but bitches gang bang too Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to your brain If you a smart figure, don't have no love in your heart nigga Any complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted Bitches can't be trusted, you know the rules They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin fool (These hoes out here tryin to hold a nigga's heart So a nigga get his money fucked with Almost in-laws) Hey be proud of it when you turn these bitches upside down What's gonna happen (Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if a bitch ridin) (Yeah main, them hoes talented They be fuckin with mo' MC's at Jack the Rapper) (Aight fuck it, what you say Mall? Ay, fuck them sheisty ass bootches, nigga) The California lifestyle that I live Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus don't give a flyin fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin on the tay-low Bay Area playa, tryin ta have shit major And a bitch won't save ya so I ain't playin Captain Save-a-Hoe I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm gone I'm like Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack that ass Them hoes jacked that ass Nigga woulda got smokin on that hash Can't have my cash, better go and take your nigga stash Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with clusters Slippin in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink (the lo pink) You love them Bootsy bitches, |
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Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males Let's take a peak... Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders Them brothers gettin further Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin Spot some thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin Dirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now listen Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back around in '96 All the gals my six (what else?) my track crew and my mother Make these police wonder: how is he so undercover? Never been a lover, but America had broke my heart I was told to tear up out this before this tear me apart Eat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese While the Japs stack scratch with the Vietnamese But I'm finna squeeze, stack cheese they left on a trap A young playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rap It's just that feelin, that feelin that I have for children Are able to love us, but these crazy devils try to kill us 'I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho' 'Smokin that dank to deal with the pain' (My nigga Ray Luv, when'd you get up out the pen, man?) June 2nd '93 I returned to the streets Did 2 months in the county and I opt to the beat Now the cops keep watch, cause they know that I rap Tell the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap But I ain't yo gangsta, just a young nigga caught up in the struggle Born hustler, goin for the jugular Out to take the beast down, piece down might be too late The funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid Would love to catch a playa slippin, take me down and book me Guilty as charged, hit the switch and try to cook me Silence a nigga for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin ya A poison you created in the veins of America Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin from Remember me, that real-ass nigga you been runnin from Got us sprung off the cocaine and the welfare While the black babies die without health care [ Mac Mall ] Now how could I pledge allegiance to a racist-ass flag When the rollers at my do' with a .44 mag? Got my mother spittin drag 'bout I ain't home Got a double homicide warrant on my dome I hear em pushin in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips Cut through the back window and like a g hit a fence I'm thinkin 'bout my folks gettin sent for violation Foes and punk police, them devils still at my do' I peep a group of ten tryina get information I threw the clips in the Mac, start lettin off frustration It's better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway So if I go out blastin, call it my fate I got niggas in the pen like my cousin Bud Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man [ 2Pac ] Now I been called a crook, a killer, a thug A no-good dealer of drugs And Blood or Cuz, doesn't matter what set you was Cause where I'm at, if you black, we strapped As long as ki's make g's these thieves attack And ain't no rules on the streets these days Muthafuckas better watch they back and take it eazay I'm livin in the dangerzone And learnin lesson from the game, it's on Niggas was gone when the frame was on I'm gettin breaken them balls daily Is there a ghetto in heaven or do I go to hell? See, seems I was senteced to death, takin my steps with my head down Why pour I liquor for my niggas, cause they dead now My memory since I was a little seed Was a penitentiary full of niggas like me These cops can't terrorize us, they despise us Niggas, cause we on the rise Plus everybody's searchin for a piece of the truth And the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut And the truth is 'I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho' 'Smokin that dank to deal with the pain' |
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| 10. |
| 2:55 |
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Intro)
Yeah nigga Yo Pac (That's right) Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah) Niggaz just wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit (2pac Verse 1) Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true Ain't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed A loaded AK47 layin on my hips so don't trip One motherfucker from the underground And Big Stretch buckin' niggaz if they fuck around Yo, why ya'll got beef with police? Ain't that a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep I guess it's hard for you to see But now I'm pointin the finger at police instead of motherfuckers blamin' me I got the right to bear a pistol And when them punk motherfuckers get to trippin' I got shit too And maybe then you'll see the truth But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 2) You know you really can't say that you blame niggaz Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz 2pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the constitution I want my bucks for restitution This time you got a bigger problem Time to face the niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem And we ain't shootin' at eachother (fuck no), that's a motherfuckin' brother So save two, run for cover And other bitches from the clan Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!) Genuine draft ganja ganja and my fuckin' Tec-9 They know their scared to see us sober (awwwww) Cobra - And niggaz will take the world over It's all up to you (up to you) Blame the Korean (fuck that) I'll be a crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 3) Pardon me, ?? has been God and try me I'll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G They got my homies in a jail cell Now it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell I got the whole place covered with loc'ed out brothers And nothing but love for eachother So motherfucker make a motion I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean Temperatures drop See it's cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops That's when they gettin' petrol You better watch your step or you'll be left on deathrow But I learned to look ahead of me Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy We blowin' up precincts and oooohhhh you can't fuck with the crew A crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too |
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| 12. |
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featuring Obie Trice
(Obie Trice) Ha ha, yeah (Tupac) Nigga fuck that Gin and Juice (Hennessy) Just Pour a nigga a glass Hennessy, that dark shit (That's right) (Obie Trice) Hey pour me some of that too baby (Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice) They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?) Hennessy They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto) Hennessy (Tupac) Ha ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy) (Obie Trice) That's what your sippin on Now what's you name nigga? (Tupac) Big ballin ass nigga named Pac (Verse 1: Tupac) Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath These motherfuckaz wanna see me die So who am I to try to warn ‘em, I'll buck and bomb ‘em, them niggas fry Hey remember me? Down that Hennessy The nigga you don't wanna see, let me proceed My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me? Now that it's poppin aint no love bitch I maintain in the game, in the gutter is where I still kick it I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid So nigga blaze, cuz we some motherfuckin fools Walkin through the streets wearing jewels Breakin niggaz, fakin moves Even the cops can't stop us My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy (Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice) They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?) Hennessy They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto) Hennessy (Tupac) Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy) (Obie Trice) That's what I'm sippin on Now let me tell ‘em who I be (Tupac) Big ballin ass nigga named Trice (Verse 2: Obie Trice) Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's west Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess Tried to apply myself, but niggas was ballin My momma couldn't tell me shit, the streets was callin I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw P Funk, got it pumpin, he had the connects Through the sack to us little niggaz workin the set And if you got it you getting wet, nigga bet on that Don't come around hurr on that floss shit Detroit niggaz off shit (Robbin niggaz in the door ways) That's right (With my 4-4, that's the sure way) And this your old days, all eyez on me We was loony I suppose you could (die homie) O Trice always repped his block |
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| 13. |
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(2pac)
HAHA Thug for life nigga Can't you read the signs? ay fuck it man (Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin' fucked off - liquor Get loaded can't control it Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it You get the bones act to the whole stack Thats fo sho black To be a mack and keep your dough fat And tell me what does it take to be a G? I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt And now im in the rap game like the crack game I got enemies Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum What does it take to be a G? Silence is a must, violence is a plus Plus, shots at my adversaries Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried Cause ill be buckin' in a fuckin hurry Chorus X3 Tell em' Thug for life High till' I die When em' stupid ass bitches ask why? 2pac Game? Thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on makin' money, But you stuck on these fake bitches And jealous muthafuckas can't see That it's the fame that caught these stupid bitches, pass the pussy free So tell me why u sweatin' a muthafucka like me? A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas Jumpin' around at the shows And your the first muthafucka to jump To the trunk when it's time for fun Little trick ass punk Thug muthafuckas don't die we get high and we multiply Muthafuckaa!! Give a holla to my niggas in the Bay I'm livin' in LA still clutchin' on my AK Chorus X6 Tell em' Thug for life High till' I die When em' stupid ass bitches ask why? THUG FOR LIFE BIATCH!! Yeah nigga, thug life, from now till' the muthafuckin' ever Havenotz in this muthafucka |
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| 14. |
| 3:39 |
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Scott Storch
Why'd you sland crack? I had to Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to A nigga gotta pay the fuckin bills Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me, claimin I'ma criminal when you the one that made me They got me trapped in this slavery now I'm lost in the holocaust headin for my grave G I told Sam he could fuck the war, and got a busted jaw for sayin 'fuck the law' And if you wonder why I'm mad, check the record Whats a nigga gotta do to get respected Sometimes I think I'm getting tested, and if I don't say 'yes' a nigga quick to get arrested That's the reason I stay zestin(??), I keep a vest on my chest incase the cops is getting restless Walkin round ready to light shit up, because my life is fucked, some say I'm slightly nuts Buck buck is the sound as I move up, other niggas pay attention when a fool bust They make a nigga be a killer, I used to be a dealer but they wanted to see whos realer Now them same mother fuckas wanna murder me, and I wonder if the lord ever heard of me I need loot, so I'm doin what I do, and don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes, Theres no other destiny to choose, I had nothing left to lose, so I'm singin the po nigga blues Why'd you sland crack? I had to Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to A nigga gotta pay the fuckin bills Coppin these brand new shoes, but what the fuck can a nigga do, my little boy gotta eat too So why must I sock a fella? Just live large like rocafella And did you ever stop to think? I'm old enough to go to war but I aint old enough to drink Cops wanna hit me with the book, and you hooked on my 'I don't give a fuck' look Makin rules, I'ma break em, no matter how much you make em, show me bakin, I'ma take em So don't you ever temp me, I'm a fool for mine nigga, and my pockets stay empty To my brother in the barrio, you livin worse then the niggas in ghetto so I give a fuck about your language or complexion, you got love for the niggas in my section You got problems with the punk police, don't run from the chumps, get the pump from me We aint free, I'll be damned if I played a chip for a blonde haired blue eyed Caucasian bitch Down with my home boy rich, fuck a snitch and groupie ass bitch And a nigga with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone(huh) And you wonder why we blazin niggas, cuz you punks haven babies cant raise the niggas And they damned to be fuck ups too, drink 40s of brew, singin the nigga blues Why'd you sland crack? I had to Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to A nigga gotta pay the fuckin bills Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had too Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had too Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had too And now I'm headin for the mother fuck in PEN |
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featuring Obie Trice
(Obie Trice) Ha ha, yeah (Tupac) Nigga fuck that Gin and Juice (Hennessy) Just Pour a nigga a glass Hennessy, that dark shit (That's right) (Obie Trice) Hey pour me some of that too baby (Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice) They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?) Hennessy They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto) Hennessy (Tupac) Ha ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy) (Obie Trice) That's what your sippin on Now what's you name nigga? (Tupac) Big ballin ass nigga named Pac (Verse 1: Tupac) Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath These motherfuckaz wanna see me die So who am I to try to warn ‘em, I'll buck and bomb ‘em, them niggas fry Hey remember me? Down that Hennessy The nigga you don't wanna see, let me proceed My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me? Now that it's poppin aint no love bitch I maintain in the game, in the gutter is where I still kick it I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid So nigga blaze, cuz we some motherfuckin fools Walkin through the streets wearing jewels Breakin niggaz, fakin moves Even the cops can't stop us My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy (Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice) They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?) Hennessy They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto) Hennessy (Tupac) Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy) (Obie Trice) That's what I'm sippin on Now let me tell ‘em who I be (Tupac) Big ballin ass nigga named Trice (Verse 2: Obie Trice) Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's west Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess Tried to apply myself, but niggas was ballin My momma couldn't tell me shit, the streets was callin I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw P Funk, got it pumpin, he had the connects Through the sack to us little niggaz workin the set And if you got it you getting wet, nigga bet on that Don't come around hurr on that floss shit Detroit niggaz off shit (Robbin niggaz in the door ways) That's right (With my 4-4, that's the sure way) And this your old days, all eyez on me We was loony I suppose you could (die homie) O Trice always repped his block |
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| 16. |
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Intro)
Yeah nigga Yo Pac (That's right) Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah) Niggaz just wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit (2pac Verse 1) Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true Ain't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed A loaded AK47 layin on my hips so don't trip One motherfucker from the underground And Big Stretch buckin' niggaz if they fuck around Yo, why ya'll got beef with police? Ain't that a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep I guess it's hard for you to see But now I'm pointin the finger at police instead of motherfuckers blamin' me I got the right to bear a pistol And when them punk motherfuckers get to trippin' I got shit too And maybe then you'll see the truth But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 2) You know you really can't say that you blame niggaz Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz 2pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the constitution I want my bucks for restitution This time you got a bigger problem Time to face the niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem And we ain't shootin' at eachother (fuck no), that's a motherfuckin' brother So save two, run for cover And other bitches from the clan Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!) Genuine draft ganja ganja and my fuckin' Tec-9 They know their scared to see us sober (awwwww) Cobra - And niggaz will take the world over It's all up to you (up to you) Blame the Korean (fuck that) I'll be a crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 3) Pardon me, ?? has been God and try me I'll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G They got my homies in a jail cell Now it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell I got the whole place covered with loc'ed out brothers And nothing but love for eachother So motherfucker make a motion I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean Temperatures drop See it's cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops That's when they gettin' petrol You better watch your step or you'll be left on deathrow But I learned to look ahead of me Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy We blowin' up precincts and oooohhhh you can't fuck with the crew A crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too |
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| 17. |
| 4:21 |
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(2Pac)
Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me? I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these narcs be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart Now picture me scared of the penitentiary I've been movin these things since the days of elementary Now tell me what you need when you see me I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me I got some killas on my payroll, and they know When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low Although I'm young, I'm still comin up I'm gettin paid, pullin raises on niggas when they runnin up The first to pull a strap when there's drama Busta, you ain't heard? I've been slicin motherfuckerss since I lost my momma There ain't a cop that can stop me My posse is cocked, G, and they don't quit until they drop me I'm loyal to the game (Chorus) (Treach) Without no doubt I ain't no slouch and it ain't time to back down So I jumps in and try to stop-a and watch-a Slap you cock-eyed like Popeye fucks spinach Forgotten more shit than most crews ever know, or ever knew Was born with 7 flows and only heaven knew For beat the boot sex, the news breaks, the you shakes Worse, they heard we got more nerve than a 2-fake Yoo-hoo to you crew and you too so you knew I'm from Jersey and I'm a teen so your block more than you do Whose the new crew? Show me your neck brotha, and here's another Smack your mother's mamma's mother In the first mob of all those other crack lovers Back was bitch-ass, trick ass, cluk-clow-cluk-clow How ya like me then, how ya like me, hey-ho, how ya like me now? Ow, pow, hurt, don't it? Bow, bow, don't run up on it The same thing minus P hangin possies like an exponent Oh yes, rock in slums, ya gots to run it It makes no sense to smell like shit If old ass George could be Washing-tons (Chorus) (Riddler) Now I be loyal to my niggas on the blocks, just buckin the shots And packin the glocks and dodgin the cops, and takin over niggas spots Poppin after poppin the fools be droppin, the hoes be hoppin On my thing cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim You lookin grim, is it me or him or him Or be with me, we be together So what's up? We can do whatever Cause real niggas stick together Till they make it up to heaven Through the stress, through the hell, through the 1-8-7 The shorter the nigga, the bigga the trigga The deeper they dig the ditch-a The Naughty the Treach then through to the Pac I brings the glock I wets up You fuckin body, I'm like, Oh my Gody Did I really shoot him? Yo I shot him So got him, now I puts the crime behind me And finds me, a place to lays my head low I lives doin my rap, but I dies for my hood row So all you fuckin fools better recognize, and know my fuckin name I be Riddler to my niggas and I'm loyal to the game (Chorus) |
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