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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Yeah, ballad of a dead soulja
Its just the balled of a dead soulja This is the ballad of a dead soulja Ballad of a dead soulja The plan to take command of the whole family Though underhanded to be the man it was planned all my road doggs official mob figures love to act up the first to bomb when we rob niggaz I could be lost in my own mind to be the boss only thoughts grippin chrome nines niggaz get tossed up war scars battle field memories swore saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennessey talking to a nigga on the tight leash screaming fuck the police as I ride through the night streets little child running wild taught us danger watch the corner don't be alone death to all the strangers maybe I'm a mad man a pistol grabbing nigga i meet the sand man promise of merciless retaliation nothing is colder close your eyes hear the ballad of a dead soulja *(Thug for Life I will lead) Its just the balled of a dead soulja (A Life of Crime I will lead) Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soulja (You play the game you play to win) This just the balled of a dead soulja (it's a crazy world full of sin) Close your eyes Completely lost revenge at all costs pay backs a bitch switch now the tricks crossed tossed up and never to be heard of a single witness screaming bloody murder, murder blast tell me homey what ya see now a blind man and a dead body I'm meant to leave town And get my cash though Hook up wit Kastro Homey had to blast on the task force Stupid coppers tried to play us out 'member that they took my money and my stash time to get it them back haha I pull my secret arrival two glock four-fives time for survival death to my rivals tell me what you want lord? Nobody left after the death of a drug lord haha the situations critical Nothing is colder then hear the ballad of a dead souja *repeat Big coward put your hands to the moon when my glocks rang out the niggas came out BOOM who wanna see me in a challenge so merciless I'm terrifying niggas in my ballad do u feel me? Capo a couple time one day ill be the Don until then I remain strong my only fear of death is reincarnation busting at my adversaries like a mental patient To all my niggaz facing sixty years Sheding tattoo tears another suicidal on the peer take a private plane trying to survive the game for all my homies that'll never be alive again All they promised us is death nigga take a breath could be the last one left nigga its real now, uh feel it and fantasies ain't nothing colder listen you can hear it, the ballad of a dead soulja *repeat This go out to Kato, Mentor (This is the ballad of the dead soulja) All the niggaz that have passed away (Close your eyes, Ballad of a Dead Souljah) Mutulu, Geronimo, Seyku All the down ass ridahz All the niggaz that put it down All the souljaz All the niggaz that go through that day to day struggle (This is the ballad of the dead soulja) All the niggaz that passed on All the niggaz with ambition and money in their heart All the niggaz want some and that dont take none, hahaha (This is the ballad of the dead soulja) The police is so scared of us All the feds, they don't hear us They wanna see us dead, They got pictures of a nigga hit (Ballad of the dead soulja) Try and see me in chains Shit, them niggaz will never breath again Before they put me in a cell they'll see me in hell (Cos this Ballad of the dead soulja) Got my pistols cocked Run the whole mutha fucken block Fuck the cops The police, we run these streets nigga (And this Ballad of the dead soulja) Heh, these niggaz cant see me Half the world wanna be me Multi-millionare Shit, it ain't fair But nigga you know It's the ballad of a dead soulja |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
[2Pac - over background voices]
My ghetto love song, hahaha, let's be friends.. (Where my niggaz at? Where my niggaz where my bitches? Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? Throw your hands in the air Everybody just throw your hands in the air) Let's be friends.. (Wessyde in this motherfucker right here, Wessyde..) [2Pac] Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly scented What's the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps lady you can help me multiply my stacks baby Currency seems small I need companionship (hey) Through with that - scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit So why you hesitatin actin like yo' shit don't stink Check out my - diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling) This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches Cream dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for bitches Check my resume, sippin on Cristal and Alize Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way Don't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth I can't stand no sneaker-wearin nappy head bitch Let my pedigree, re-breed me, they're so cheap Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief Mash on my so-called comp, who the man? While I'm tuggin on yo' main bitch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!) Understand this, ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z He broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby let's be friends [Chorus: singer + 2Pac] Let's be friends (where my niggaz at? come on) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (all my niggaz, where my hoes at?) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends (where the bitches at, where the niggaz with money?) (where you at baby?) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (cash makin hoes) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends [2pac] I met you and I stuttered in passion Though slightly blinded by that ass It was hard to keep my dick in my pants Every time you pass got me checkin for you hardcore; starin and watchin Me and you one on one (see that bitch) picture countless options Was it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of me Erotic, psychotic, we posess bubonics Far from a crush I wanna bust your guts and touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts You got me sweatin like a fat girl goin for mine Just a skinny nigga fuckin like she stole my mind Back in time I recall how she used to be I guess money and fame made you used to me What's up in 9-6? Fine tricks in drag Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen Got my hands on your thighs now Let me in between as friends [Chorus: singer + 2Pac] Let's be friends (wessyde, motherfucker right here) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (wessyde in this motherfucker) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends (wessyde in this motherfucker right here) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (in this motherfucker right here) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends [2Pac] Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks I got em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch (Ha hah!) Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game? Bet I scream WESSYDE when I came (wessyde, ha ha ha) Scream my name, cause baby it's delicious got a weak spot for pretty bitches up and down, similar to switches My movement, baby let your back get into it Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it You got me high! Let me come inside! I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride! (let me ride!) Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch? Fuck player hatin niggaz cause they cock block (cock block) You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game? Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change? Made a livin out of cuss words, liquor, and weed A bad seed turned good - in this world of G's Baby got me fantasizin, seein you naked It's the fuck song, so check my record And let's be friends (Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at) Thug style! [Chorus: singer + 2Pac] Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?) (Throw yo' guns in the air!) Friends.. (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on) Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?) (Where my niggaz at?) Friends.. (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?) (Where my people at? Let's be..) [2Pac] Where my people at? Show me where my people at Where my people at? Show me where my people at All my niggaz now, just my niggaz come Where my niggaz at? Just my niggaz now Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at Be friends, tell me where my bitches at Be friends, tell me where my people at Be friends, tell me where my bitches at Make money, take money, be friends [Chorus: singer + 2Pac] Let's be friends (get your cash on, let's, get dough) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (c'mon, get your cash on) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends (c'mon, get your cash on, let's, get paid) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (c'mon, getcha cash on) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends Make money, take money! (*repeat 5X*) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Fuckin lil' homies..
Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies My lil' homies.. Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies [2Pac] Just pay attention Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin Lil' bad young motherfucker, gotta love him You catch him in his G ride, clutchin his glock Screamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherfucker) bustin on my enemy's block Educated on these cold streets Gettin money makin dummies out the police, ain't no peace for an adolescent nigga to rap, so be a thinker Bud smokin twenty-four seven, everyday drinker Got my diploma but I never learned shit in school Mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder fool Always the young niggaz gettin in shit She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch (BIATCH) Bustin on paper thin motherfuckers Drinkin gin 'fore you get to sinnin on them busters Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies [Chorus: repeat 2X] Lil' homies on the ride Niggaz gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight (my lil' homies) Lil' homies on the mash Runnin from these punk police, cause lil' niggaz run the streets (my fuckin lil' homies) [2Pac] I remember.. when you was just a lil' G Flirting with death, playin Russian Roulette, screamin KILL ME! Hey there young nigga, what you smokin on? Mad at the world cause you came from a broken home Love to squad plus your mob is sick A bunch of adolescent niggaz spittin major shit Tell me, young nigga if ya die let me know Would your heart feel pain, watchin as your mother cries? Will all your homies ride? Or will they all get high, and talk about how you died? Young niggaz on a mission to compete Gettin G's, packin heat, bringin havoc to the fuckin streets Nobody knows why he took a fo'-fo' and loaded up on the whole front row (BUCK BUCK, BUCK BUCK!!) Try to tell him but he act like he don't know me Pull out his pistol and show me, my lil' homie [Chorus] [2Pac - over Chorus] Hahaha, whassup nigga? YEAH! You lil' bad motherfuckers You motherfuckers know what time it is Yeah nigga! Juvenile delinquent-ass motherfuckers Under eighteen.. better protect that shit! [2Pac] First to bomb, sixteen on death row Bustin on them phony motherfuckers cause the big homey said so Niggaz knew I was a nut case, quick to blast Livin underage, but he'll blaze on yo' bitch ass Is there a heaven for a G? And if it is, will I finally get to be at peace? On these streets ain't no peace, shell-shocked souls makin money off of crack sales, young black males Unable to change cause it's a cycle Plus nobody knows.. the evil that they might do Lil' Moo, Big Yak, K. Kastro Big mouth Hussein, call them Outlawz Tellin the world to be equipped When these young motherfuckers rip shit, they don't quit Drew down on me, pull a pound on me Bust like he didn't know me, my lil' homies [Chorus] [2Pac - over Chorus] Whassup nigga let's do this shit! My lil' homies! Lil' bad-ass motherfuckin adolescent niggaz! My lil' homies! What the fuck you niggaz wanna do? WHAT NIGGA? My fuckin lil' homies Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my fuckin lil' homies [Chorus] [2Pac - over Chorus] Juvenile delinquents ready to BUST on you motherfuckers What the fuck you niggaz wanna do nigga?! Nigga take yo' shit on, lil' homies! We robbin motherfuckers nigga, Thug Life, Outlawwwwz! Wessyde! You know what time it is, my lil' homies! [2Pac as Chorus fades out] You know what the fuck you gotta do nigga, Outlawz nigga My lil' homies.. |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Yo Quiero
Yo Quiero Cojer Yo Quiero Cojer (Spanish: I wanna fuck you) I'll let your ass have it Take care of business Oh for real Ghetto chorette (Verse 1 - Tupac) Now you been acting like you want it for a long time All up in a nigga face, giving me them strong vibes Look in my eyes and you'll find peace A Gemini so you really blow my mind freak C'mon I got my clothes off, hard as a nigga in jail Skinny niggaz throw the dick well Everybody get they condoms, rubber cause it's time to fuck Hurry up and put it on nigga time is up What's next? Got my mind on some group sex Where you going baby I ain't even through yet Do it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya In and out make it good to ya Remember me? I love fucking slow with the lights low Black, Puerto Rican, even white hoes Felice Amor, Que Linda, Dame Veso (Spanish: Sweet love, your a cutie, give me a kiss) Come to poppy Fuckin' till the shit is sloppy (sloppy) If you really want it (Chorus) (If you really want it) Tupac you know If you really want it (x6) (If you really want it) I really want it Yeah Alright, all my real niggaz and my real bitches, let me see you do it like this C'Mon Rock ya, body body x7 We came to Rock ya, body body x7 We came to (Verse 2 - SKG) Daddy rock a playa body till I tell you to stop Hit the right spot, if not, leave some money and kick rocks I'm a thug hoe, I need a thug nigga up inside me A playa that can ride me, a cat that can buy me Make a jazzy hoe like me, bust a sweat Hit it from the back, grab me by my neck Demand your respect I'm not an on my back hoe I rock a dick and hit it to the core Bustin', twisting nuts (censored), hit em up I'm a Sagittarius freak My real hoes feel me Legs open wide, nigga dick inside I barely ride tonight's the night for you to hit it doggy style Lay me on my stomach while I'm counting out hundreds Fake bitches front like they don't wanna keep it real But you know you want a thug nigga just to see how it feel Hoes wanna rock Gabbana, Dolce and Versace Let me rock your body mouth on my (censored) call you papi (Chorus) Rock ya, body body Rock ya, body (yeah) Rock ya, body body Rock ya, body (yeah) Ya like that? Yeah. Yeah. Rock ya, body body Rock ya, body (Y'all want that) Rock ya, body body Rock ya, body Yeah. Yeah. Y'all feel me Damn Rock ya, body Do it. Do it. Rock ya, body Do it. Do it. Yeah, uh, c'mon, uh. Rock ya, body body x6 Yeah, I'm a hit it too Rock ya, body body x3 Rock (Verse 3 - Tupac) See, it all started simple Turning me licking your nipples Fucking you doggy style to this instrumental Hands up All up inside your head I could stand you Eyes open I don't plan to bust, just hold on Baby let me zone in What do you mean, can you scream, let it go, biatch How does it feel? Gotta nigga like steel in ya To keep going on, fucking like I'm killing ya Lets go another round Baby is you down really Two shots of esctasy Lick a nigga down silly Your body next to me I can touch you inside, and you'll cry So good when a nigga leave, you'll die My mama told baby be a man put it on a hit On bitches like switches coming around the corner I wanna let me get my ride on It's your dick baby but it's my song If you really want it (Chorus) Rock ya, body body Rock ya, body Rock ya, body body If you really want it If you really want it (Tupac talking) Gotta send this out to all the freaky bitches Definitely all the Scorpio's and the Gemini's, and the Virgo's You know I know the truth about you Scorpio's and you Virgo's No doubt gotta give it to the Capricorns They some freaks too on the down down The Libra's, they like it even but they still like fucking. No doubt. Aquarius's, Libra's, that said though Leos, they some freaks Leos is freaks, they always wanna run shit in bed Sagittarius, Taurus, Cancers All you freaky fucks I'm a Zodiac fucker I do you all one at a time and all down the line Lets get busy |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug
Fiendin for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was Picture a nigga on the verge of livin insane I sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang Now tell if I'm wrong but sayin "Fuck the world" got you deeper in my songs Drinkin 'til I earl, spendin money 'til it's gone It's the good life - maybe niggaz got it goin on Now maybe if I died, and came back, wouldn't have to slang crack Addicted to the game, so obviously we came strapped Please forgive me for my wicked ways, fuck a bitch Bad Boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin this Lord have mercy it's a slaughter So wicked that my tracks is wettin niggaz like it's water I learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights But I'm a baller now, nigga, I live the good life *This is the good life, fuck my foes God bless the dumb niggaz that, trust them hoes Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise and live the good life, cause thug niggaz don't die We live the good life, fuck my foes God bless the dumb niggaz that, trust these hoes Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise and live the good life, cause thug niggaz don't die No one knows what the, future holds, but you Haha.. listen close They say reach in yo' heart and you'll find your mind Every day in the streets, got my foresight blind My after time is narrow, peepin down the barrel of a foe Just a nigga or a killer I don't know so who makes the call will I fall a victim like the rest? Slug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I'm gone Send me home all alone in these cold streets In desperation constantly drinkin and I can't sleep Neck deep strugglin tryin to survive SOme wanna die I wanna stay alive, eyes on the prize Let me modify this whole region I declare this sucker duckin season, give me the reason why I should change, into a softie .. after living so loftily It cost me my soul out of control in a devil's world Me, my niggaz, and my girl - livin the good life! *Repeat I spend my days and nights not knowin if, strays in flight gon' finally catch me, it's the good life, can you hear me? Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake up Last night we off the hook, doin way too much But it's the fast lane only, big dealin big ceiling All for the money, some kill some squeal All for the money, most ain't even real but we still call 'em homies, now what the fuck is that? Fake love, fake thugs are, all in the game I watch 'em all plot and fall while we come up and gain Outlaw never surrender is the call when you hear us comin Better start to get to runnin 'fore my click get to gunnin Still in the midst of all the stress and pain I'm still tryin to get a hold of the game, livin that good life *Repeat (x2) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
To my unborn child
To my unborn, child In case I don't make it Just remember daddy loves you I did everything I could to make things good for you So don't worry about it To my unborn You know daddy loves you Now ever since my birth, I've been cursed since I was born to wile In case I never get to holler at my unborn child Many things learned in prison Blessed to be still livin' Tryin' to earn every penny that I'm gettin' Reminiscin' to the beginnin' of my mission When I was conceived and became to be in this position My mama was a panther, loud Single parent but she growled When she witnessed baby boy rippin' wild I went to school but I dropped out And left the house cuz my mama says I'm good for nothin' So I'm out, since I only got one life to live God forgive me for my sins Let me make it and I'll never steal again Or deal again My only friend is my misery Wantin' revenge for the agony they did to me See my life ain't promised but it sure get better Hope you understand my love letter To my unborn child * I'm writing you a letter (To my unborn) This is for my unborn child (To my unborn child) Wanna let you know I love you Love you Wanna let you know I feel this way (To my un born) Cuz I think about you every day (To my unborn child) I have so much to say So complicated to escape fate And you can never understand till we trade places Tell the world I've been guilty to bein' anxious Ain't no way in hell, that I could ever be a rapist It's time to face this, cold world on a good day When will they let the little kids in the hood play? I got shot 5 times but I'm still breathin' Livin' proof there's a God if you need a reason God believe in my own fate Will I raise my kids in the right or the wrong way Dear mama I'ma man now I wanna make it on my own not a hand out Make way for a whirlwind prophesized I wanna go in peace When I gotta die On these cold streets Ain't no love, no mercy and no friends In case you never see my face again To my unborn child * Repeat Dear Lord can you hear me? Tell me what to say to my unborn seed In case I pass away will my child get to feel loved Or are we all just cursed to be street thugs Cuz bein' black hurts And even worse if you speak first Live my life as an outlaw What could be worse Cuz maybe if I tried to change Who am I kiddin'? I'm a thug till I die I'm a ride maintain, touch base, eat lunch In plush places, regular criminal oasis awaits us If there's a heaven for true thugs I'll see you there And I'm sorry for not bein' there Just know, your daddy was a soldier Me against the world Bless the boys and all my little girls To the Lord I'm eternal Restin' in peace Please take care of all my seeds And my unborn child * Repeat Please take care of all my kids And my unborn child To my unborn child This letter goes out to my seeds that I might not get to see Cuz for this lifestyle Just know your daddy loved you Got nothin' but love for you And all I wanted was for you to have a better life than I Cuz I was out there on a 24 hour 365 grind When you get to my age you'll understand Just know I got love for you And I'll see you if there's a ghetto in heaven If there's a ghetto heaven I'll be there waitin' for you Heh heh Take care Run wild, but be smart Follow the rules fo the game I know sometimes there's confusion Rules of the game is gonna get you through it, all day every day Watch out for these snakes and fakes Snakes come a dime a dozen Work hard Study Get your mind right |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin?
Tell me nigga.. tell me Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin? *Stress, but busta free Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin Bustin, my automatic rounds Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherfucker breathin *Repeat Woke up with fifty enemies plottin my death All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chest Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin in my vest Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops A thug nigga screamin Westside, bustin double glocks Hittin corners in my Chevy Surburban Liquor got me drivin up on the curb, hand on the steerin wheel swervin Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm livin in hell Just let me live on the streets, cause ain't no peace for me in jail Gettin world-wide exposure with a bunch of niggaz that don't give a FUCK, ridin as my soldiers I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy killer, huh Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin I murdered all them bustas now I'm the last motherfucker breathin *Repeat Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt For all my soldiers gone, we burnin the earth Outlawz WORLDWIDE, we pack the block Shootin rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for 'Pac Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here Stale down here, too many jails down here Why you act like you don't hear me? Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these motherfuckers kill me I'm still breathin Now we was raised, "Fuck this life," I rose my right Holdin on a tight grip with death in my sight And the dark is my light, I'm cynical, sleepwalkin as a true Walk around town with a pound full of, bitter food Came a long way from my born day, dead away where there's war play Fuck friends I'll say, rather die for my A-K with these fag-ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz Only ride my dick and the skin of my mash-ass niggaz Breathin! *Repeat Uhh, I walk around with a knife in my back Talkin bout a bad day, I live a life like that It's unfair, and I'm losin my hair, blastin hooligans Catch me, I'm fallin out flat, yo I'm ruined and breathin in sewer stench, no one give a fuck about me I leaned to like it like that, when I was still in mommy The side of seedy that the devil run from In the belly of the beast, that's where the fuck we come from And still I'm breathin! And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this Just lost two of my closest na'r one of y'all can take this But I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain We number one motherfucker bout to do it again Shit, 'Pac still doin it, you hoes can't ruin it Two million everytime he drop I know you fuckers losin it We movin in - for the kill, for a meal, holdin steel Hold the wheel I'm bout to give these niggaz somethin they can feel Fakin real, but we the raw and uncut Style-bitin thug lyin niggaz, give it up! We hit 'em up! (and we still breathin.. and we still breathin..) Tell 'em nigga.. tell 'em (and we still breathin..) Who'll be the last motherfuckers breathin? *Repeat (x2) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Oh man
(Hey) Yeah (Hey) (Ha ha) Let's turn this house Into a happy home (This for all the homeboys) (That couldn't) Let's turn this house Into a happy home (As long as one of us got it) (Some of us got it) Let's turn this house Into a happy home (You know what that is) (Stay down for me) (Ha ha) Now we been kicking it, For quite some time Remain beside me, Through my trials In this life of crime, We done fought So many times, I forgot to count I never hit you, Now the coward Rather leave your house, Remember Back in December When we was tight, Sippin' Alize And Crystal While in every night In my bedroom Promise that I commit to you soon Tongue kiss me Everytime you see We step inside a room, Straight out the hood We promise to be good To each other Plus I love you So I know You goin' make A good mother Just try to understand If I change a time It's only cause I never owned Anything that's mine So I'm trying, You can stay With my momma But keep the drama To a low, Never call the police I never call you Bitch or hoe We were all Born hungry In this world Alone Finally moved out My mom's house And got a happy home Hap-py home (lets turn the house into a happy home) Hap-py home (Finally made it out of my momz house) (Got a happy home) Hap-py home (lets turn the house into a happy home) Happy home (huh) Born through hard times ghetto child of mine I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes To be honest It's a hard road Just keep your faith in God Knowin' you can be scarred though Look at him walkin' and talkin' A little child with my eyes and mouth Father, Watch over little seeds Help me guide them out Had to change my whole lifestyle Married my baby's momma Made her my wife now I'm tryin' hard y'all Maybe in time I'll be a better man Watching the older couples handle it like veterans Show me the meaning of forever And together we rise if it would Help our child grow live together We die Why question my love It's so easy to see without my family All I'm left with is a shadow of me After all the arguements and the nights alone Now it's time to live the good life Inside a happy home Hap-py home (turn the house into a happy home) Hap-py home (Finally got to live a good live inside a happy home) Hap-py home (turn the house into a happy home) Hap-py home (A happy home) All these problems got me gone,we got a family of our own I just want a happy home (turn this house into a happy home) Long as we just stand up alone, I'll promise I won't do you wrong I just want a happy home (Finally made it out of my momz house) (Got a happy home) Hap-py home (turn the house into a happy home) Hap-py home (Finally got to live a good live inside a happy home) Hap-py home (Finally made it out of my momz house) (Got a happy home) (hey) (Haha) (Turn This house into a happy home) As long one of us got, Some of us got it (Turn this house into a happy home) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
We going all out, aight, we going all out, aight, we going all out
Watch your mother fucking mouths niggas That's right Fuck these fed Niggas Pac Do it, Do it, Do it. (Tupac) Come hell or high water Down to slaughter opposes Just another lost soul stuck callin Jehova Outlaw til' it's over Brandish my strap, back like a cobra I stay drunk cause I'ma mad man We're never sober On a one man mission My ambitions to hold up the rap game While I plug holes in niggas like doughnuts And still Down to die for all my souljahs, like hillbillies They don't feel me So we fued Bringin' war to the city With each breath Death before dishonor Never let you swallow me No apologies, your honor A general in war I'm the first to bomb With a squad of trusted killers quick to move shit, heavily armed I'm similar to Saddam Sometimes I question Hussein Like fiends fighting for that last vein, stuck in the game I hit the scene like sand storms Then transform Watch me, I take a figga of thirty niggaz, who all got me While bitches wondering, who shot me, no love Keep a grudge, shooting slugs like Muammar Qadaafi Murdered my friend built a new posse We takin shots at paparazzi Gon fly now Nigga like Rocky You got a lot of nerve to play me Another gay rapper Bustin' caps at Jay-Z (buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck) And still avoid capture While you all caught up in the rapture Still after me I'm in Jamaica sippin' daiquiris No doubt We used to havin' nothing Then grabbin something and bustin Wanted to be the thug nigga That my old man wasn't I came to a fear catchin' cases, litigation Niggaz playa hatin' Got me crooked in all 50 states I'm screaming Death Row Throwing Westside Ain't no thang We was raised off drive-by's Brought up to bang We claim mob M-O-B., if you be specific We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific And get this I'm hard to kill When I bill with this live spot Father How the hell did I survive, these 5 shots? Live it up or give it up and like demons Late night, hear em screaming We going All Out (Chorus) We going All Out Bomb first till they fall out Take them the war route With out a doubt War, which means, we all ride if it's on Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong If you got bills to pay Nigga go all out Busta's playing with your papes Better go all out Trying to see the next day Nigga go all out Obstacles in your way Better go all out (Napoleon) I'm on my land sled Walking through the belly of the beast Feeling like I'm all out, drunk as can be It's plain to see, who are mob niggas hiding in bushes Claiming that they ride but they softer than cushion They softer than bitches in worst way drowning in blood Outlawz my blood brothers I'd die for these thugs Say hi to these slugs It's a shame how some niggas on the west coast Who was riding with Pac But when he died they went pop I mob the Jers' to the fullest lots of west coast love But after Pac stopped rapping ain't no west coast thugs Just west coast what? To my real niggaz stuck in these street game These rappers like Jay-Z Who be pumping Kool-Aid through their veins It's true what I'm saying Slap your soft ass to the floor And watch my 4-4 put three holes in your dome I Ride or Die While these other fag niggas be biting this It's all from my heart when I was writing this Now it's All Out (Chorus) (Kastro) We all ride And down to die Who with us? Speak up Or get treated like you coming to kill us They nothing but squealers In this rap game swearing they rough Tattoo'd up And now them nigga swearing they Pac Stop that and watch your back We ain't forgot about cha These glocks hot And when shot would bring the bitch up out cha It's me, Kastro With the goatee Walking like an OG Cause all these fag mother fuckas owe me I pray to thug lords, like the mother fuckers holy Frontline soldier, till the heavens, hold me I go all out And if you real you real Feel what I'm talking 'bout cause this game is real I live it Forbidden fruit and shoot till they feel it Living proof Pac breed niggaz they can't deal with Holler back, right back, and watch your mouth Or get blood in it What, we going all out nigga (Chorus) 2X Fool, you better go all out Keep going all out All my niggaz going all out Without a mother fucking doubt Ey, you niggaz just gone think you gon be a, talking slick on all these mother fucking records And we ain't gonna say shit, now it's 99, this is a different grind, (Don't disrespect the Don) It's still war mother fuckers So lets see you act like you know |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
My seductive introduction, be specific
still a loser, but exclusives what I give you when I kick it And I'm still lifted, niggaz can't get with Mr.Wicked Picture me flipping, my adversaries getting a dick swiftly Niggaz is swinging wild but they sounds miss me You can bring that bitch with your whole click And still get treated shitty, business never personal I'm up before the sun come up, I'm tired Just a ghetto star, a droptop double R is what I'm riding Nigga if you was half the man your bitch was Bring your artillery, when you come for me cause we sick thugs No hesitation when I pull and blast Cause Syke was busting Plus Bo had em ducking screaming get they cash so So now I got the law on me, my phones tapped So I had to send word through my lil' homies Tell them niggaz just begin when they pull the trigger Shit this is what you get for fucking with the wrong nigga This is what you get when your fucking with the wrong nigga Haha yeah nigga, peep Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray And thank the lord for giving me another fruitful day I wanna be a peaceful man, but still when niggaz come for me All I can see is getting em killed, for real its how I feel Perfect my thoughts flowing on these reals Make my enemies deal with my steel They caps peel, we still cool , but you played yourself Give em the mac and make em spray yourselves Heeey, Falling legends, clutching chrome 3 5 7 Putting two bullets to they dome, wanted to die in heaven While calling shots nobody real, its clear its me Ain't trying to help the fedz get a case for conspiracy Murder my foes, get disposed of, we all homies till the death So my true niggaz show me love God forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure But why they fucking with the wrong nigga? You know its like Why you fucking with the wrong nigga? I was raised by thugs schooled by killers Learned my mathematic skills from real drug dealers Tried to rise but they tried me I guess they all had to die cause we tried peace I die on these streets, blast till they recognize Still do or die all my niggaz getting high Watching time fly, best strategize on a way to profit Best organize how they ride so they can't stop it Then keep it popping, Alot of buster wanna see me fall I fucked your bitch and now this new shit gonna fade em all My niggaz ball, made a call for some backup The little homiez and my dawgs in a black truck Buck Buck was the sound, as thier gats burst No need for ambulance. baby bring the black hurse Shoulda never fucked around buster How you figure making moves on the wrong nigga This what it sounds like, bing bing bing When you fucking with the wrong nigga Niggas getting hit when they fucking with the wrong nigga Fucking with the wrong nigga |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Ay come on JoJo ('Pac.. hahaha)
Yeah that type of shit (maybe it's the thug in me) You know what time it is (maybe it's the thug in me) By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game Made it through a tough childhood never be the same Walked in my daddy's shoes No time to be a peaceful man had to shatter fools That's 'til I put my eyes on you God damn, sweetheart you got some thighs on you Now I can't wait to get you home, get you all alone In my bedroom, baby can we bone, and get it on Tell me lady how you like me and if you want it harder baby, come and bite me but do it lightly; cause that excites me to let it pop And if you lick me right, I'll do it all night Only got fucked by a drug dealer Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga (haha) Though I like the way you scream when you lovin me I'm goin deep, it's the thug in me; so whatchu sayin girl? *A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you I got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you I got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you girl (*'Pac repeats "Maybe it's the thug in me" at various points) Moan baby when we bone it's on It's so strong niggaz in the next room'll cum I got ya head swingin, tongue kissin as I hit it from the back with the bed ringin (haha) Give me space as I lick ya face, stick the place Synchronize so I drive when they kick the bass Love fuckin in tha mo'nin I get ya wet and bust a sweat, then I'm gone Left you on yo' own girl Tell me what you feel like, blindfolded I'm cold do it real nice - that's if it feel right Maybe it's the thug in me I pull ya hair while we fuckin in the chair, when ya lovin me Up against the wall, you can have it all; just try Bet my kiss, can get you high, don't pass by Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin you Now open up and let me put the thug in you *Repeat Say baby what's your phone number? Be warned, I'm like a storm with my own thunder, I make the room rumble In and out long stroke, hold ya breath now Close your eyes deep throat - did you like it? Oooh I'm excited! Cause it's a party in my bedroom, you're invited - c'mon now Let me see ya shake your rump, tell me how long will it take to cum, havin fun Do it one on one and we can all get involved First y'all do me, then I'll fuck y'all When you call me the next day to get sexed by a nigga in the best way Yeah baby it's a price to pay, only play in the fast lane When you a hustler, motherfuck a cash came I gotcha goin wild, cause I'm lovin you Drugged out with this motherfuckin thug in you *Repeat (x2) I don't wanna talk, I don't want no explanations I don't got no motherfuckin explanations, y'knahmsayin? It's the thug in me Don't be askin why I'm pullin your hair and why I fuck so motherfuckin thuggish That thug passion, y'knahmean? Bitch, no mercy What you scared of? Didn't you come over here to get fucked? You ain't come over here for me to be strokin, and all that bullshit You came over here to get fucked Shit, if I ain't fuck you thug style Bitch you'd leave my house talkin bout, "Tupac can't serve me" Won't have me crossed up in that bullshit, hahaha Turn over! Maybe it's the thug in me! .. |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Imagine if you could go back, actually talk to the
muthafuckas that put us here (ha ha ha)you know, the first muthafuckaz that came into the slave shit (excuse me, excuse me, look) We back for everything you owe, no longer opressed Cause now we over-throne those that placed us in this rotten mess Unless we agree on strategy and pick our enemies RIDE Who stands accused of the abuse my own kind to RIDE Pardon, not dis-reguaridin' what you thinkin' But you must abandon ship, cause once I rip, your whole shit is sinkin' Supreme autiology, you claim the whole Claimin' that we all drug-dealers with empy souls That you should tempt me to roll, commit to violence In the mists of an act of war, witnesses left silent Shatter, black tylin-style, thoughts I throw It remains in your brain, then ofcouse it grows Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise Picture a life where black babies can survive pass-fire But we must have hope, quotin' the reverend from the pope But refuse to turn the other cheek, we must defeat the evil coprait Lace me with words of destruction, and I'll explode But supply me with the will to survive, and watch the world grow This ain't my talkin' 'bout problems, I bring solution Wisdom, restitution, stipulated through the constitution You violated, now I'm back to haunt your nights Listen to the screams of the lives you sacrificed And incase you don't know, ghetto-born, black seeds still grow We comin' back for everything you owe I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me Muthafuckas are runnin' and duckin' (how do you pleed Mr. Shakur ? how do you pleed? how do I pleed? yes sir, how do you pleed? you know how I pleed, come on !!!) I'm a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality All my missles, guns, gernades, pull out the penn, free I'm comin', comin' Not guilty on the grounds of insanity, it was him or me Bustin' at my innocent family, say they lookin' for keys I was home alone, blind to the Prelude Bustin', talkin' bout "where is the quelos", "what you say fool !?!?" "Where in the hell is the search warrant !?!?" "no feed- back" is what he uttered Before he screamed "Nigga-muthafucka" Dropped me to my knees, I proceed to bleed Sufferin' them "Way-No" blows to my hands and knees Will I survive? as God whatchin' I grab his gat and bust in self defense, my only option God-damn... Now they got me goin' to the county jail And my family can't pay this outrageous bail Try to offer me a deal, they told me if I squeal Move me and my people to a mansion in Brazil Not me ! so this is how it ends, no friends I'll be stressed, and they just re-posess my Benz Told the judge it was self-defense, but he won't listen 'Till I'm bumpin' in some federal prision Givin' everything I owe I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me Muthafuckas are runnin' and duckin' I'm a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality All my missles, guns, gernades, pull out the penn, free I'm comin' I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me Muthafuckas are runnin' and duckin' I'm a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality All my missles, guns, gernades, pull out the penn, free I'm comin', comin', comin' |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Some where inside my childhood I missed my heart die And even though we both came from the same places The money and the fame made us all change places How could it be through the misery That came to pass The hard times Can make a true friend afraid to ask For currency But you could run to me when you need me I'll never leave honestly, someone to believe in the shit we see It's a small thing through and true What could I do? Real homies help you get through And comin' new he'd do the same thang if he could Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good And happy times we be actin' up call the cops Bringin' the cease to the peace that was on my block It never stops, when my mama ask me will I change I tell her yeah but it's clear I'll always be the same Until the end of time *Change, these broken wings I need your hands to come and heal me once again So I can fly Until the End of Time Until the End of Time Till the End of Time Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids So you know, I don't hang around the house much This all night money makin' got me outta touch, shit Ain't flashed a smile in a long while An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto child's My attitude got me walkin' solo Ride out alone in my low-low Watchin' the whole world move in slow mo For quite times disappear listen to the ocean Smokin' ports think my thoughts Then it's back to coastin' Who can I trust in this cold world My phony homey had a baby by my own girl But I ain't trippin' I'm a playa I ain't sweatin' him I sex his sister had her mumbling like a Mexican His next of kin No remorse it was meant to happen Besides rapin' the only thing I did good was scrappin' Until the end of time *repeat *repeat Ha ha Now who's to say if I was right or wrong? To life my life as an Outlaw all alone Remain strong in this planet full of playa hatas They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators And in the end drinkin' Hennessey made all my enemies envy me So go when I flow illuminatin' easily Falls to they knees They plead for they right to breath While beggin' me to keep the peace Ha ha Well I can see close into achieve In times of danger don't freeze time to be a chief Follow my lead I supply everything you need An ounce of game and the trainin' to make a G Remember me as an outcast outlaw Another album out that's what I'm about, more Gettin' raw 'till the day I see my casket Buried as a G while the whole world remembers me Until the end of time *repeat *repeat And the angel comes down and takes me away Memories of me And my son's alone to stay Inside Until the End of Time Till the end of time Maybe it's the thug in me |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Chorus 2X: 2Pac)
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches (2Pac) Thugs known to bust on sight God bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin that thug life Been raised in violence homicide's my lullaby Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die Boss players you wonder why I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride Bitches and niggaz in penitentiary suits I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime My time as a shorty was full of car chases While runnin with John Gotti's and Scarface's Niggas knew, I'd be the Don of my own crew A million niggaz with automatics who swarm through You wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alert Cause we comin' for you, and keep it money over bitches (Chorus 2X: 2Pac) Nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches (Keep it money over bitches) Nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks M.O.B. and you know we keep it money over bitches (Fatal) I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot 'til you drop All you wannabe cops, you don't wanna see shots I beef deep with the police, peep what these streets do to me Actin all new to me I creep on you like puberty You don't wanna see the bad image of this scrimmage From here to East Greenwich through every state with a sentence Frozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya 1 2's we oughta cruise right by the state troopers When I'm drinkin Crystal, start thinkin 'bout Al Bacardi coverin my body at the wink and a smile Bag a hottie or two, cause butter shotties for you I got more bodies than Drew, I drink (Minoti Anu?), fuck your crew This type of shit I do for a petty hobby Fuck the whole world it's Fatal dog against everybody (Chorus 2X: 2Pac) M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches (Mopreme) My shit's phenomenal, droppin like domino Comin with the real yo and fuck what you feel yo This is not for all the freaks in short skirts This is for my niggaz nationwide doin work, get your feelings hurt Lose mo' faith than a composure, money and the doja Bitches is a cobra with deadly venom Move as smooth as I get 'em, stackin G's My niggas crosstown got keys Hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over bitches (Nigga!) (Chorus 2X: 2Pac) M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches (Big Syke) I'm hittin sixteen switches, my money over bitches The struggle continues I'll miss you on my road to riches I'm contrived to strive never laggin Disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flaggin As I get 'em up and leave 'em stuck Pager blowin up but I don't give a fuck I'm fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin Loc'ers and smokers engaged twenty-fo'/seven So what can you do for me and what can I do for you But stay true, and do the things that we do Blinded evil-minded no option for my offspring Reminded can't find it complications what the future brings Losin my mind why you sweatin me all the time I'm caught in a bind, quality time on my grind Rather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitches I'm 'bout my riches, money over bitches (Chorus 2X: 2Pac) M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches (Kadafi) That's from the time a nigga close his eyes I'm hopin, I hope he awoken Payin my own that's tokin chokin off-a glocks smokin Money and power watch these bitches cause they skanless Gettin niggaz fucked 'n stuck from Timbuk' to Los Angeles Ain't a nigga ruggeder than this grimy Heine' guzzler Cowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin ya Me and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin in flocks Deuce-deuce in my socks keepin a watch out for cops Gettin kicked, I keep my mind on my riches While uncontrolled schemes keep me choosin my money over all my bitches (Chorus 4X: 2Pac) M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches (2Pac) That's right nigga Money over motherfuckin bitches MOB. on 'em nigga Keep your motherfuckin mind on your money, fuck these hoes (Thug life baby) You don't need no motherfuckin bitches You need some motherfuckin money Get your mind right nigga, keep your game tight Play right play by the rules and you'll get paid fuck the fools We up out of this bitch here We gone (E.D.I.) BIATCH! |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Uhh ... World wide mob figgaz
World wide mob figga (O-U-T-L-A-W-Z) World wide mob figgaz (For real, for real) World wide mob figgaz Check game little young punks World wide mob figgaz (EDI) What? Uh, uh Put your hands up, rich niggaz throw the grands up And what? I got a plot to get what's mine in the nine-nine It's my time mother fucker try to stop me busting nine-nines Wild ridahs all I see when I open up Baby girl fucking you now, before I blow up You know what? I seen your kind before, high saditty but really like it raw In the closet like a ridah type of whore by the shore Not sure, of who to trick on but I'm collectin these vicks when I put the dick on her O-U-T-L-A-W-Z Fucking with a nigga living destructively, pump and pee Tuckin T's up in ? When I jump on I'm trying to handle my business full grown Just soft niggaz, it's getting crazy after dark, where the real thug niggaz see ya are? We world wide mob figgaz (Young Noble) We got niggaz on the front line living it up We got ladies in the back street giving it up Ain't nothing but a thug thang (thug thang) World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang) We got homies on the front line living it up We got ladies in the back street giving it up Ain't nothing but a thug thang (thug thang) World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang, nutz hang,) World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang, nutz hang,) World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (Napoleon) Nigga duck down buck first, make 'em feel somethin Shouldn't (?) if you ain't kill nuttin You didn't kill me now you gotta face a young man got chrome heavily armed Outlawz did that, heavily gone So we ride with what's left us, the best of us Plus we wake up with our tech on us We test yo' nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the street Obey the rules of the ones who want beef we'll eat Y'all niggaz weak in a motherfuckin way it's so pitiful I'll leave you mother fuckers critical We heard the slick shit you said on fucking Too $hort tape But you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave That's what you brave niggaz get for fucking with this You had your chance to mob first you didn't you missed Just switched to fake Napoleon be the mother fucker last nigga with the gat to break The last of fate, earthquake aftershock, is what you got Fuckin with niggaz that give a damn about hip-hop This how it go in our family Busting outlawz shit is what we stand for gradually We world wide mob figgaz (Tupac Talking) World wide mother fucking mob figgaz Weed smoking, Gun toting, drinking Riding on our mother fucking enemies Y'all know how we do it A world wide mob figure (Young Noble) I be the Young N-O to the B-L-E Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z M-A-R was for starters, flee the whole cartridge Your lady blew out the squad and the whold sausage (?), hitting donuts in a six Sip Coronas when we bendin the corner, brothers hit Urban legend, dirty third still reppin Still double-S to bum rush your session I get as dirty as birt, you just a nigga in a skirt Drinkin Squirt, punk duck, hit the dirt Sprint to the church that you got comin Outlawz on the ride picture God runnin Ain't nuttin but a thug thang, bust your brains Pac passed the rock so we tucked the game Under our belt, we huntin the wealth, you fuckin yourself off Don't you know not to go against the Outlawz (Chorus) World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang.. World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang.. (Verse Four: 2Pac) Hey watch out man, look out Known for doin scandalous deeds, no handlin me And nah it aint the drugs it's the straight thug nigga in me I swoop down and cause havoc My rapid delivery, is automatic lettin niggaz have it I've been labelled as a thug nigga Since they don't sell my shit to white folks ship it to the drug dealers And catch a catch a nigga world wide A fuckin mob figga West coast, who-ride When we rob niggaz money make my squad bigger But we ain't sell our souls Bustin on my enemies, murder my foes At my shows I'm a nut, lights camera time for action Now get to clappin to my cuts, a world wide mob figga (Chorus) (2Pac ad libbing) Hey yo, get that mother fucker right there Hey yo, K, pull out man, that mother fucker and blast Yo Mo, get over there, get over there Hey yo Malc, get Bustin them mother fuckers Hey bust on them, bust on that nigga Hey yo Yak, c'mon, Fatal, lets get the fuck outta here Fuck them niggaz West Coast nigga, West Coast World wide mother fucking mob figgaz nigga We thug life Nigga know what time it is Get the fuck out of here Any day, any day nigga, come on Hey come the fuck on We out nigga, westside!!! Outlaw ridahs biatch!!! |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Gunshot)
Thug Life (thug life) Microphone Check (microphone check) Outlaw (outlaw) Microphone Check (microphone check) Where You Bitch Niggas Coming From? (where you bitch niggas coming from) You Don't Know (you don't know) Look Like you a seed (look like you a seed) From Makaveli The Don (from makaveli the don) I Can Hear your style (I can hear your style) Sounds Like Makaveli The Don (makaveli the don) 2 Pac (2pac) My Nigga (my nigga) So Much trouble in the World Nigga (trouble in the world nigga) These Niggas Can't feel your pain (feel your pain) Thug Life (thug life) Outlaw (outlaw) Forever (forever) Oh You Bitch Niggas (bitch niggas) The Hardest Nigga (the hardest nigga) Ever to touch this microphone (to touch this microphone) Got you Bitch Niggas Trailin' his tail (trailin his tail) I don't know if you catch up (catch up) But Yet and Still (yet and still) keep trying nigga (keep tryin nigga) Keep Trying (keep trying) Thug Life (thug life) Outlaw (outlaw) Forever Nigga (forever nigga) For Eternity (eternity) For Infinity (infinity) So Remember (so remember) Makaveli The Don (makaveli the don) His Thug Life (thug life) Lives On (lives on) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Me and my closest road dogz
To my dog named Musolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby The return of the mashers, you know how we do it Hahaha! Shit half the times we flaunt cause trouble My closest road dog it was cool cause I love you Fuck what they talkin bout Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin wild No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin cases Indeed, it was misery Driven by my own demons, cause they was killin me How can I be sure I'll be saved soon? Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon It's gettin deeper now, let me get yo' mind right Fuck yo' enemies, nigga grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night Murder murder Mr. Lucifer Pictures of the devil DUCK when he shoot at cha, it's all political Runnin from the future, escapin in the fog Live yo' life like a hog nigga, me and my closest road dogz *Every ghetto street got a crosswalk Let me get to the other side with my road dogz All roam in the scary place called home Take a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz Every ghetto street got a stop sign Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine? Even when I'm goin through hard times I still got my closest road dogz lookin out for all mine Haha.. bring artillery and ROLL with a nigga They could never take the soul of a M.O.B. soldier nigga Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em Makaveli Boy youse a boss player, that's what all the bitches tell me Even if I died now I live my life eternally and never lie down, why cry now? Fooled a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin to hear it Evil spirits hide at total strangers, yo' life's in danger Prepare nigga be aware, cause we ain't scared M.O.B., 'til I die, when we ride niggaz disappear Fill 'em up with pistol smoke Never forget to blow a hole in his head for leakin information to the feds The burnin bed was the tellin sign Two hired guns bustin everyone, yellin everybody die Why the fuck they fuck around, we left 'em in the fog bleedin like a stuck hog, me and my closest road dogz *Repeat Fuck they feelings, that's what they get for squealin That's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dealin See me in physical form, my niggaz swarm Take the figure of a circle beatin jealous niggaz 'til they purple Simon Says take they heads homies and send them phony motherfuckers to dwell with all they dead homies Fishin for fake niggaz, observe and shake niggaz The only way to see six figures, is break niggaz Me and Musolini set to ride we high Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way Labelled a Capo in the mob as big as the globe To live and die as a millionaire, on .. Set to explode, my M.O., is kill them hoes My pistol's like a disease, my enemies and foes Get murdered and disposed of, we in the fog Makaveli the Don, and my closest road dogz *Repeat (x2) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
[Lil' Mo]
Tupac and Lil' Mo, hmm, how gangsta is that? Hehe.. ooooh-oooh, ooooh-oooh, ooooh-oooh {*Mo keeps harmonizing in the background*} [2Pac] One two.. to a nigga nature, haha.. No need to cry now, go wipe your tears, be a woman Why you actin surprised? You saw the bullshit Comin 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? Shoulda though about it Say you learned, 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 Dom Perignon Knowin I'm a cash getter still I, remain calm Let you chill with me; plus you was smilin 'til the bill miss me That's what you get for tryin to 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 cause I cursed and I scream I hate'cha Introduced you to a nigga nature, feel me? [Chorus: Lil' Mo] Kissed the girls, made them cry Thuggin life, and gettin high Why you gangsta, all the time? That's a thug's nature Though sometimes, I can deal with it I realize, that I'm feelin it It's a love and hate relationship but that's a thug's nature {*add to line four of Chorus first time: "That's a nigga nature"*} [2Pac] I'm probably too nice at first, I let you kiss me where it hurts Me and you gettin busy, slingin dick in the dirt Met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it See us, tounge-kissin, you was truly with it Little ecstacy, Hennesey, mix with me Picture me pay 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 to the places that you want me to hit Give me room all up in the womb, call the cops Nigga, hittin walls 'til them bastard drop Label me Makaveli - thug nigga with bite Livin life like a rock star's Friday night Make money, get pussy, always keep a pager Cell phone in the ride to complete my nature now! [Chorus] [2Pac] Haha.. started as a seed from the semen; straight outta papa's nuts Lustin for creamin - bitches with big butts Curves make a nigga cry, tits and shit When I'm locked down beggin you for porno flicks Sneak weed in, help a nigga pass the time Put 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 none 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 a nigga in heaven, high off weed I fly Got me missin dead homies wishin phonies would die Hit the weed and hope it get me high; dear God Understand my ways, livin major Blessed with a thug's heart.. and a real live nigga nature [Chorus] {*add to line four of Chorus: "That's a nigga nature"*} {*add to line eight of Chorus: "Cause that's a nigga nature"*} [Chorus] {*add to line four of Chorus: "Hey, just be a nigga nature"*} {*add to line eight of Chorus: "Cause that's a nigga nature"*} [2Pac] It ain't my fault [Lil' Mo] Hehe, Q.D., where you be? Ahh [2Pac] Don't blame me blame my momma, a nigga nature [Lil' Mo] QDIII, and Lil' Mo Tupac, puttin it down fo' sho' ("Cause that's a nigga nature") I realize, that I'm feelin it Cause that's a thug nature Though sometimes I can deal with it I realize, I'm feelin it Love and hate, relationship Cause that's a thug's nature ("Cause that's a nigga nature") Yeah yeah yeah.. yeah yeah yeah.. Yeahhh yeah.. and that's a thug's nature Where you at? Holla |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
When thugs cry..
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my guns to keep If I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take Got us dying; when thugs cry, times is hard [2Pac] Born thuggin and lovin the way I came up Big money clutchin, bustin while evadin cocaine busts My pulse rushin, semi clutchin into insanity They shot at my cousin, now we bustin at they whole family The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried I got a line on the D.A. cause I'm fuckin his secretary I black out and start cussin, bust 'em and touch 'em all They panic and bitches duckin, I rush 'em and fuck 'em all I'll probably be an old man before I understand why I had to live my life with pistols close at hand Kidnapped my homey's sister, cut her face up bad They even raped her so we blazed they pad Automatic shots rang out, on every block They puttin hits out on politicians, even cops, I ain't lyin They got me sleepin with my infrared beams And in my dreams I hear motherfuckers screamin What is the meaning, when thugs cry? [Chorus: singers] Oh why, should you send your child off to die In the streets of chalk where they lie Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry Dear God.. Oh why, does it have to be this way, our children of today won't stay wise Let the children hear when thugs cry Dear God.. oh why.. * ("When thugs cry") on line 4, first time only * ("thugs cry") on line 6, first time only [2Pac] Heh.. maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin Where is the love? Never quit my ambition to thug Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary Niggaz I used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries But still homey keep it real, how does it feel to lose your life, over somethin that you did as a kid? You all alone, no communication, block on the phone Don't get along with yo' pop, and plus your moms is gone Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the song to help us grow in time, but now our minds are gone We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches But somethin changed in this dirty game, everything's strange Lost all my homies over cocaine.. mayne See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry [Chorus] [2Pac] And all I see is these paranoid bitches, illegal adventures Bustin motherfuckers with uppercuts, I leave 'em with dentures Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone Why perpetrate like you can handle my team? So merciless in my attack I take command of your dreams Leavin motherfuckers drownin in they own blood Clownin takin pictures later Laugh bout the punk bitches, that turned snitches Regulate my area, the terror I represent Makin yo' people disappear, you wonderin where they went? Am I cold or is it just I sold my soul? Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm told Come take my body God, don't let me suffer any longer Smoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't long Where is the end to all my misery, is there a close? I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry [Chorus] [2Pac over Chorus] I shed tattooed tears for years for my dead homeboys and my prison peers Y'all ain't never heard my cries Now you wonder why would you die? [Chorus] |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't wanna ride with me nigga
C'mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin car man Yo why you trippin man? Get in the fuckin car man Get in the fuckin car... get in the car (Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car Cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin at it It ain't even that deep baby) You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one click, we Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes (2Pac) Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown My unknown tendencies to mash my car Getting wicked with my ski - mask, find the stash and dump While niggaz run I'm the last one standin, the rest die Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit Niggaz die by my orders when I wrote this shit Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters Niggaz tried to kill me, and I fed they wife and they daughters Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past Why you change, it's a cold world taught me life Retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick Bullshit nigga cause I'm still fuckin yo' bitch Niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change? Fuck with me, all this shit pay, nigga fuck the fame (Young Noble) Don't remember Hit 'Em Up, don't make us do it once... more Yo' niggaz know, you ain't fucking with them Out... lawz We keep souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin Don't nobody give a fuck cause you done crossed the game Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame You made yo' bed nigga lay in it Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it It's not a game only got one click we Outlawz from the do' Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin the flo' We dirty as the motherfuckin streetz of Jerz We sweep niggaz with the words though the heat's preferred Holla You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know (Napoleon) 'Pac I wish I was in the motherfuckin car wit'cha I'd have took every bullet that they threw, hand of God nigga I only got one click, Outlawz 'til I'm gone Heavy in the game and we coming for they fuckin throne The love is gone well it is what it is And plottin on us, they best be prayin for they kids, mayne You don't have to worry cause I ride for ya Like K said over loyal even tell bout a lie for ya You put me in the game and dog I owe it all to ya And when it get to poppin I'ma fuckin ball for ya And everything I do gon' have your names on it I'll never let them forget I put my seeds on it (Kastro) You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth In the middle of the desert nigga lace your boots As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest You studio niggaz still remind your vest Why the fuck you ain't done yet swallow yo' teeth In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat Fuck a glock nine that shit is weak on the streets And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat If your life in another nigga hand, you deaded And if it's beef and your man disappear then don't sweat it Another fake nigga usin my strengths to get credit I mean (?) face sound scared but your heartbeat said it (Young Noble) I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty But now I'm a rider, connivin gutsy And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me And that's how I'ma go about it 'til somebody bust me I play for keeps like the OG's raised me If I sleep I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby? And I think I'm goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner I've been drinkin on the daily, I can hardly remember I got - bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me I love the Lord but the church can't cure me I sleep light, I wake peekin out my window With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow And that's the way it's gonna be 'til they bury me But don't twist it cause none of y'all niggaz worry me (Outlawz) What the fuck you didn't know? Kizza - Kastro, Young Noble with the criminal flow You nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt Y'all niggaz can't fade me with the clippers We put it down, look around, 'til we find you we hound Penitentiary bound, to remind you (Kadafi) Kadafi I bring the lingo to the click Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin through your chimney like Kris Kringle On some shit, get me free to let my ice click Ka - pling, ka - plow, I been a thug shootin slugs since a child Let the punks know (repeat 3X) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
This ain't livin..
[2Pac] Nigga - I hear even the smaller G's be dippin Chevy Impalas while flossin they gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow We (?)swallow tomorrow(?) see, what we leave is hollow We feed violence and greed, let 'em bleed tomorrow In time, they grip a nine, sippin wine - hit grass 'til I be starin watch the parents sacrifice they child The love's gone, a thug's home, with no love Feelin so strong, make young boys into drug lords Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes Now three for Johnny Law tryin to make my chips I never pulled the trigger, didn't touch that bitch Throw yo' hands in the air, it's a robbery .. thinkin 'Pac, would you ride with me Let's go see what our enemies talkin bout When G's enter the house nobody's walkin out This ain't livin, it's similar to prison, we trapped My homies jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped I watch my back twenty-fo' seven and never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you know! This is how it goes when we floss with foes Before I toss yo' hoe, it'll cost you mo' I do shows make a lot of dough, murder my foes But I'd give it all up, if it would help you grow This ain't livin [Chorus 2X: sung] Takes a life to make a life (takes a life) Livin in the world of crime tonight (takes a life) Can't find a better way to break you This ain't livin I gotta do what I gotta do [2Pac] Peep it - gunfire is produced at alarmin rates Today's youth, quick to shoot, get in the car and break "It Takes a Nation of Millions" if we intend to stop the killin Just search your feelings, participate in some rehabil'n They our seeds and when they bleed, we bleed That's what becomes of lonely children, they turn to G's Heavenly father can you rescue, my young nation rest the Lord will protect you, respect due Not a threat as I step in blue, and check those that oppose when I froze them fools, and who are you to watch me fall farther I disappeared, reappeared as the .. follow me now Skippin class, and livin fast, will get yo' ass stuck in the pen, doin life plus ten Young brother pump yo' brakes for me, before you choke won't ya soak up some game from yo' big homies This ain't livin, we givin you jewelsl, use 'em as tools Explode on they industry and fade them fools You know the rules, gotta be a rider You can run the red lights but read the street signs, heyy This for all of y'all that keep on raisin hell Put a pistol in your hand and let you fade yourself It ain't right, what you put your momma through, young G Gotta change your life, take the game from me This ain't livin [Chorus] - 2X |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
This ain't livin..
[2Pac] Nigga - I hear even the smaller G's be dippin Chevy Impalas while flossin they gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow We (?)swallow tomorrow(?) see, what we leave is hollow We feed violence and greed, let 'em bleed tomorrow In time, they grip a nine, sippin wine - hit grass 'til I be starin watch the parents sacrifice they child The love's gone, a thug's home, with no love Feelin so strong, make young boys into drug lords Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes Now three for Johnny Law tryin to make my chips I never pulled the trigger, didn't touch that bitch Throw yo' hands in the air, it's a robbery .. thinkin 'Pac, would you ride with me Let's go see what our enemies talkin bout When G's enter the house nobody's walkin out This ain't livin, it's similar to prison, we trapped My homies jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped I watch my back twenty-fo' seven and never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you know! This is how it goes when we floss with foes Before I toss yo' hoe, it'll cost you mo' I do shows make a lot of dough, murder my foes But I'd give it all up, if it would help you grow This ain't livin [Chorus 2X: sung] Takes a life to make a life (takes a life) Livin in the world of crime tonight (takes a life) Can't find a better way to break you This ain't livin I gotta do what I gotta do [2Pac] Peep it - gunfire is produced at alarmin rates Today's youth, quick to shoot, get in the car and break "It Takes a Nation of Millions" if we intend to stop the killin Just search your feelings, participate in some rehabil'n They our seeds and when they bleed, we bleed That's what becomes of lonely children, they turn to G's Heavenly father can you rescue, my young nation rest the Lord will protect you, respect due Not a threat as I step in blue, and check those that oppose when I froze them fools, and who are you to watch me fall farther I disappeared, reappeared as the .. follow me now Skippin class, and livin fast, will get yo' ass stuck in the pen, doin life plus ten Young brother pump yo' brakes for me, before you choke won't ya soak up some game from yo' big homies This ain't livin, we givin you jewelsl, use 'em as tools Explode on they industry and fade them fools You know the rules, gotta be a rider You can run the red lights but read the street signs, heyy This for all of y'all that keep on raisin hell Put a pistol in your hand and let you fade yourself It ain't right, what you put your momma through, young G Gotta change your life, take the game from me This ain't livin [Chorus] - 2X |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
(2Pac (Hook))
Nigga westside Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker (2pac) Can't nobody stop us when we blunted up and swervin Packed in a suburban, screamin outlaw runin on the curb They never try me cause right behind me your killer team I get a word cut the head off a nigga like a guillotine This Hennessey'll keep me calm though Sittin in the back of the club, tradin convo Livin like a Don in my own mind Signal Kadafi, nigga watch me with the chrome nine All the time drinkin champagne Walk through the crowd let the tramps hang Niggas playa hate but do a damn thing Picture me doin eighty down a one way Stuck in the trunk, caught with gun play So I gotta keep my eyes open Gettin high, wonder why we gotta die smokin My alibi, I'm victory Like them other vile men I'm marked for death Spendin my nights like its the last one left I'm an outlaw Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone I'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Puffin on a sweet submission I'm the last one left Tell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave until I see everybodys gone I'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Puffin on a sweet swisher, guess I'm the last one left (Kastro) I got my back against the wall Gat chillin by my balls Prior to war is rider nigga only five six tall Napoleon only knows on we outlaws fuck fear Better strap down to the feelins cause we out yeah Thug passion all up in me Feelin like I took some Henne It aint easy I'm tryin to make a dollar out of two pennies What we got with these rap niggas Wanna pull they're gat niggas Only got my side cause they think pac die nigga Last niggas with our tape Take a shot within our vest Pac come and catch weight Nigga we the last ones left (2Pac) If we woulda known the zone inside my own dome Fresh outs jail it was hell but I'm probably home Lookin for niggas that was roofin that shit when I was locked back Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked back Fuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak Bitch niggas be afraid to speak We the last ones left (2Pac) (Chorus (slight change)) Tell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Puffin on a sweet swisher Like I'm the last one left Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave till I see everybodys gone At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Puffin on a sweet swisher, last one left Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave till I see everybodys gone At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor (Yeah) Puffin on a sweet swisher, I'm the last one left (Napoleon) I eat and sleep the worst shit, turfs and birth Me and my team super supreme putin in work I'm passed out, drunk as a fuck, till it hurt And I call earl screamin fuck the world I got a bitch on the side wanna be my wife And wify beefin wanna know if she gonna see me tonight And i know it aint right, but its the life I got And thats until I see Yak And thats until I see Pac Young know I lost a troll somebody owed me down And if the world was a girl I'd stick my dick in the ground Fuck the world (2Pac (Varied Hook)) Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Yeah Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker UH Outlaw in this motherfucker right here Outlaws in this motherfucker UH In this motherfucker right here In this motherfucker UH Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker UH Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker UH Outlaw in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker UH In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside (fades out) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Put me in that; ay come on JoJo ('Pac.. hahaha)
Yeah that type of shit (maybe it's the thug in me) You know what time it is (maybe it's the thug in me) By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game Made it through a tough childhood never be the same Walked in my daddy's shoes No time to be a peaceful man had to shatter fools That's 'til I put my eyes on you God damn, sweetheart you got some thighs on you Now I can't wait to get you home, get you all alone In my bedroom, baby can we bone, and get it on Tell me lady how you like me and if you want it harder baby, come and bite me but do it lightly; cause that excites me to let it pop And if you lick me right, I'll do it all night Only got fucked by a drug dealer Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga (haha) Though I like the way you scream when you lovin me I'm goin deep, it's the thug in me; so whatchu sayin girl? *A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you (*'Pac repeats "Maybe it's the thug in me" at various points) Moan baby when we bone it's on It's so strong niggaz in the next room'll cum I got ya head swingin, tongue kissin as I hit it from the back with the bed ringin (haha) Give me space as I lick ya face, stick the place Synchronize so I drive when they kick the bass Love fuckin in tha mo'nin I get ya wet and bust a sweat, then I'm gone Left you on yo' own girl Tell me what you feel like, blindfolded I'm cold do it real nice - that's if it feel right Maybe it's the thug in me I pull ya hair while we fuckin in the chair, when ya lovin me Up against the wall, you can have it all; just try Bet my kiss, can get you high, don't pass by Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin you Now open up and let me put the thug in you *Repeat Say baby what's your phone number? Be warned, I'm like a storm with my own thunder, I make the room rumble In and out long stroke, hold ya breath now Close your eyes deep throat - did you like it? Oooh I'm excited! Cause it's a party in my bedroom, you're invited - c'mon now Let me see ya shake your rump, tell me how long will it take to cum, havin fun Do it one on one and we can all get involved First y'all do me, then I'll fuck y'all When you call me the next day to get sexed by a nigga in the best way Yeah baby it's a price to pay, only play in the fast lane When you a hustler, motherfuck a cash came I gotcha goin wild, cause I'm lovin you Drugged out with this motherfuckin thug in you *Repeat (x2) I don't wanna talk, I don't want no explanations I don't got no motherfuckin explanations, y'knahmsayin? It's the thug in me Don't be askin why I'm pullin your hair and why I fuck so motherfuckin thuggish That thug passion, y'knahmean? Bitch, no mercy What you scared of? Didn't you come over here to get fucked? You ain't come over here for me to be strokin, and all that bullshit You came over here to get fucked Shit, if I ain't fuck you thug style Bitch you'd leave my house talkin bout, "Tupac can't serve me" Won't have me crossed up in that bullshit, hahaha Turn over! Maybe it's the thug in me! (That too baby..) (Ohh yeah, ohh that's right.. mhmm.. okay.. okay baby.. yeah..) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Hehehe, these are my words to my first born...
(2Pac) Can you picture, young niggaz in a rush to grow Til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat Probably never even saw it comin - too busy bullshittin Caught him with his mouth runnin; ain't this a bitch They got me twisted in this game The feds and the punk, po - lice pointin pistols at my brain I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out My homies murdered execution style runnin in the drug house What was supposed to be a easy hit - now shit is flipped Cause niggaz died over bullshit - it's not my dream I'm seein pictures of a broken man, no witnesses Only the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents In our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical We hobble through these tryin times, livin blind Lord help me with my troubled soul Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow? And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love To the thugs in heaven I'll see you there It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned Help you make it through the storm My words to my first born, feel me ... My words to my first born ... My words to my first born (2Pac) Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse And though it hurt me there was no distortion Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions Quiet your soul, cause you know what you had to do And so did victims of a world they never came to I understand it's a better day comin Sometimes cats be sleepin on the dead end Drivin with the car runnin blinded Ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn Love letters to the innocent and unborn All the babies that died up on the table Wasn't able to breathe, cause the family wasn't able Can't - blame her I would do the same All I could give it was my debt and my last name Cause in the game things change livin up and down This hard life got me walkin with my head down Flashin frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong? But I'll never get to know, so I carry on It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born My words to my first born, feel me ... My words to my first born ... Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born ... Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed nigga (Above the Law) Two thousand somethin somethin it's a new era A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear See there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt (What else is it dawg?) The velvet and the silk, and makin sure my kittens got they milk (Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll Ain't no question is it? Above the Law hustlers If it's related to chips, homey we'll handle ya Yo... Although we never take advantage though we always into ery'thang By all means, stack green, gangsta lean They say money make the world go 'round So only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers And niggaz that's truly down - and keep God first And give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts It's player haters every corner you hit Touchin their tits, hella thick, tryin to get you for yo' grip I know you stressed out and fed up But come out, gun - blazin, and keep yo' head up You can call it what you want to but it ain't gon' change Above the Law, 2Pac, O. G. 's in this rap game And we done lived a long hard life And we done shed so many tears under these bright lights Y'all, although we grew up, corrupted and scorned We still got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first born (2Pac) What you gon' tell your kids nigga? Who was you? What was you doin? How did you put it down? These my words to my motherfuckin first born So they can know, y'knahmean? Hehehe Ain't nuttin but a motherfuckin rider, Wessyde 'til I die That's all it was, it's a crooked - ass hand they deal a motherfucker I just played to win, just played to win Motherfucker gotta bet agains the odds... |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Now you've been actin like you want it for a long time
All up in a nigga face, givin me them strong vibes Look in my eyes and you'll find peace A gemini, so you really blow my mind freak, c'mon I got my clothes off, hard as a nigga in jail Skinny niggaz throw the dick well Everybody get they condoms, brother cause it's time to fuck Hurry up and put it on nigga, time is up What's next got my mind on some group sex Where you goin baby, I ain't even through yet Do it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya Even now make it good to ya, remember me? I love fuckin slow with the lights low Black puerto rican even white hoes, bellisimo Que linda, dame beso, come to papi Fuck until the shit is sloppy, if you really want it If you really want it Get'cha ass up; you know it, if you really want it If you really want it If, you really want it, if you really want it If you really want it Uhh, uhh If you really want it Alright all my real niggaz and my real bitches Let me see you do it like this, c'mon Rock, your body body, rock your body body Rock, your body body, rock your body Rock, your body body, rock your body body Rock, your body body, we came to Rock, your body body, rock your body body Rock, your body body, rock your body Rock, your body body, rock your body body Rock, your body body.. Do you, you remember the time when you absolutely, said never let it inside Feel it's my duty, from gemini, to gemini Can you imagine the trouble come bustin double, I'm much obliged See I would love to go and take a ride Have total leeway up and down your freeway, nothin to hide If I was committed to suicide I'd fuck around meet you now put it down, I'd testify Ain't nobody here to understand the reason why It's you and I, so everything is rectified I know you tried, you even made a nigga cry But love is blind, now can you stand the test of time? Redefine, what it means to be an open mind Feel the climax.. I bust a round for you, painted the perfect picture I'm down for you, can't wait to get witcha Rock, your body body, rock your body Rock, your body body, rock your body |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
(2Pac)
If you a bad boy (Chorus: repeat 2X) If you a bad boy then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up when the rob me Put another contract on Mobb Deep (Hussein Fatal) I focus my locus thought on my enemies Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy And as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar Strap in back to the corners droppin on to spin the tires My man define ya 357 anaconda This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted (Tupac) Ever since mama got fucked and papa ducked out Look at us murderous thugs showin less love in the drug house Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage Bring chaos causin damage on our quest for cabbage They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it Most wanted by the population murdered you for it Exploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release Criminal orders across the waters bringin the war to the streets Why fear me, fear the shit I speak Once this shit drop it's heard on every fuckin street Like the sound of police who run the street really And every hood let you grow From the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O' And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step My homie buried at an early age hustled to death His last breath, a lesson I posses like jewels Stay thugged out keep it movin' (Yaki Khadafi) Halfway thugs are buged when we stalk the streets Sort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets You speak the big pussy throw down and drop it Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket Getting mine with nine coked extorting Block shots with 22's with my socks with the butt hangin out the chalk You never seen time I travel across the mean crime My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin Catch my body like haitian 5 minutes from the station (Young Noble) Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence The bigger prick don't mean no evidence or proof the I was present At the scene of the crime around 10 niggas bleed After they made this punk fag motherfucker bleed All the money was bloody as shit, y'all niggas shoulda seen it Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees shit The glock to your head nigga, don't let inside action Hit innocent by - standers when he blasted, shot fucken backwards Little homies puttin work for stripes But is it worth your life a g - rides runnin red lights I wish somebody would have t old me then Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell they can hold me in Caucassian crazy like Arabians Hold this spot like some niggas fade me in having the scene chase me When they want the product nigga I got the smoke Got the weed and the coke what you need what you want What you working with I'm some immortal shit Outlawz we straight hurtin shit use artillery to murder with Put then on the box gangsta party like Pac Lifes hard from the ox me and my niggas on top (2Pac: repeat 5X) I know the law hate me dearly, comin for me We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin on E (Nuttso) With the leaded Pac, fuck the law Carry steal cause I live in the nigga side of the law Ridin' foes cause I can't let hoes catch me slippin Quick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin Ridin high, blazing, kryptonite got a nigga dazing Burpin and smurkin got on his knees before I grave em Ride em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped At a stop light in a growin night, this motherfucken trick Slide over so I can dip and put it in him Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I sent it Hit the pedal now we high speeding With the metal trying to make these motherfuckers die freezing Up the way I seen him slow down Shit!! I think I'm gonna bust these hoes down Caught them runnin on e it kind of funny to me They know they was fuckin with me but they dumb to see (2Pac) Open up fire watchin me spy when my shells split em Plus all them tricks and the bitches go to hell with em Fuck em they phony claimin they homies but the foes Speakin on thug niggas daily while we nailing they hoes Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation Words known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation Crooked thoughts cops get bought no longer caught Did you cry when my girl died Put out the hit politc niggas worldwide grabbin my dick I'll never learn take away the pain with sherm Throwin gas on my enemies watchin them burn Call my posse, I'm shootin up the casket take the body Whip the corpse like a piaata and party His last breath a straight lesson I posses like jewels Stay thugged out keep it movin (Chorus till fade) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
[Pac] Damn.. what I'ma do now? When I get free.. oh shit!
[Jay] Get free.. yeah yeah [Chorus: repeat 2X] When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street There'll be trouble when they see me [2Pac] Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news You'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck These motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but I'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them Fuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in Fuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick? And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch Main thang was to make a nigga meal ticket Only if you with the real, the nigga will kick it I'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell Network with connects that I got in the pen In no time I'll be clockin again [Chorus] + J. Valentine's harmonizing [2Pac] Still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past Tryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash Quick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side My cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died And my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe me and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze Cause she keep on callin me baby To a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy Now how long will it take, to get her hooked Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks I devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van Ain't no disguise I'ma die as a man If we make it then I'm takin it to Hell All them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell Locked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery The nigga you don't wanna see [Chorus] + J. Valentine's harmonizing [2Pac] Stuck in my cell The pen ain't nuttin like the county jail When will they let me bail? Walkin through the yard, I play the God First nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred I'm, back on the scene I'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed as we game on the drunk hoes Hit the skunk I reminisce just on the way we used to play, you punk hoes What I posess is to be rich, in currency Paranoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me Laid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin As for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even But I wait, until it's time and try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime This life of mine.. until I get free My prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony As soon as they popped my gate I knew these motherfuckers made a mistake [Chorus] + J. Valentine's harmonizing [Chorus] - 1/2 [2Pac] When I get free Hahaha.. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free Pop the gate, I'm back baby! When I get free.. we up out this bitch |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart die And even though we both came from the same places The money and the fame made us all change places How could it be - through the misery that came to pass The hard times made a true friend afraid to ask - for currency But you could run to me when you need me and I'll never leave I just need, someone to believe in, as you can see It's a small thang to a true, what could I do? Real homies help you get through And come to knew he'd do the same thang if he could Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good And half the times we be actin up call the cops Bringin a cease to the peace that was on my block It never stop, when my mama ask me will I change I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be the same Until the end of time *So take, these broken wings I need your hands to come and heal me once again (Until the end of time) So I can fly away, until the end of time Until the end of time Until the end of time Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids So you know, I don't hang around the house much This all night, money making got me outta touch, shit Ain't flashed a smile in a long while An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs My attitude got me walkin solo, ride out alone in my lo-lo Watchin the whole world move in slow-mo For quiet times disappear, listen to the ocean Smokin 'Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin Who can I trust in this cold world? My phony homey had a baby by my old girl But I ain't trippin I'm a player I ain't sweatin him I sex his sister, had her mumble like a Mexican His next of kin, no remorse it was meant to happen Besides rappin the only thing I did good was scrappin Until the end of time *Repeat (x2) Now who's to say if I was right or wrong? To live my life as an Outlaw all along Remain strong in this planet full of player haters They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators And in the end drinkin Heneessy made all my enemies envy me So cold when I flow eliminatin easily Falls to they knees, they plead for they right to breath While beggin me to keep the peace (haha) What I can see closer to achieve In times of danger don't freeze, time to be a G Follow my lead I'll supply everything you need An ounce of game and the trainin to make a G Remember me, as an outcast Outlaw Another album out, that's what I'm about, more Gettin raw 'til the day I see my casket Buried as a G while the whole world remembers me Until the end of time *Repeat (x2) If the angel comes down and takes me away and all the memories of me And my songs will always stay So I can fly away, until the end of time Until the end of time |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
(I won't deny it
i'm a straight ridah you don't wanna fuck with me got tha police bustin' at me but they can't do nothin' to a 'G') (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle) My Ambitionz az a Ridah My Ambitionz az a Ridah So many battlefield scars while drivin' in plush cars cause life as a rap star is nothin' without God was born ruff and rugged addresen' tha mad public My attitude was 'fuck it' cause muthafuckers love it to be a soulja must maintain compose at ease tho' life is complicated only what you make it to be and my ambitionz az a Ridah catch her while she's hot and horny go up inside her then I spit some game in her ear go to the tele ho you put what money in a benz ? cause bitch i'm barely broke i'm smoking bomb ass weed feeling crucial from playa to playa the game's tight tha feelings mutual from hustlen' them friends to breakin' mothafuckers to payin' I got no time for these bitches cause these hoes tried to play us I'm on a meal ticket mission wantin' me so i'm wishin' comepetition got me rich on that bullshit they stressin' (Booyah!) I'ma ride tho' clown ho's like it's manditory no guts no glory my nigga bitch got tha game started now it's on and it's on because I said so couldn't trust a bitch in the business so I got with Death Row Now these money hungry bitches gettin' suspicious started ploten and planin' on schemes to come and twist us but thug niggas be on point and game tight (yeah) Me, Syke and bulldogs rapped up tha same night got problems ? then handle it Muthafuckers see me these niggas is jelous cause deep in they hearts they wanna be me yeah, now ya got me right beside ya hopein' ya listenin' I catch ya payin' attention to my Ambitionz az a Ridah (I'm a straight ridah, you don't wanna fuck with me) My Ambitionz az a Ridah (Got tha police bustin' on me, but they can't do nuthin' to a 'G') |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
Ahh yeah
Yeauhh! It's all about you, one time! I'ma say it's all about you baby, yeah Haha, for the bitches that think it's all about you It's all about you This Dru Down in the house, with my boy 'Pizznac YouknowhatI'msayin? It's all about you Yeah I'm gon' say it's all about you but you know I'm lyin though, hah! Yeauhh 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 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 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! Every other city we go, every other |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
Hey Nate you know you got to focus on this motherfucker
We's gonna talk about these scandalous hoes I can talk about scandalous bitches 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 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 *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 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 precious 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 *Repeat 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 *Repeat *Repeat to end (2Pac speaks over it) 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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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
[Dat Nigga Daz]
You find an MC like me who's strong we leavin' muthafucka's aborted with no verbal support when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Congo with a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on thou who can we stand, the more power of game and make it possible for me to drop a few to wrecks ya brain imagine to keep on wishin' upon a star finally realizing who the fuck you are when I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded, would it be the greatest MC of all time when I created rhyme for the simple fact when I attack the [?clubs?] be tired my attempts to ride every time all night I faced with the scars beyond this beam or bar for me to put down my guard I'm faced with it, I'm a ride breakin' in gas with the six eight all day in an out, with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies... [Tupac] So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation so you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin' we must be based on nothin' better than communication known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations sorry I left that ass waitin' no more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shakin' I'm bustin' and makin muthafucka's panic don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt you swear the bitch was planted my lyrics motivate the planet It's similar to Rhythm Nation but thugged out, forgive me Janet who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls you know, the way the games get told yo two years ago, a friend of mine told me alazhay and Chrystal blows your mind bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat [Method Man] I got my mind made up, come on... [come on] get in get in too [get on it] let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha night I got my mind made up, come on... get in get in too let it ride tonight's tha night |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
How do you want it
How do you feel Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real How do you want it How do you feel Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real Love tha way you activate your hips and push your ass out gotta nigga wantin' it's so bad i'm about to pass out wanna dig you and I can't even lie about it baby just eleviate your cloths time to fly up out it catch you at a club oh shit, you got me fiendin' body talken shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning now if ya wanna roll with me then here's ya chance doin 80 on tha freeway wait police, catch me if they can forgive me i'm a ridah still i'm just a simple man all I want is money fuck tha fame i'm a simple man Mr. International Playa with tha passport just like a ladder bitch get you anything you ask for it's either him or me champagne, Hennessy a favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies witness as we creep to a low speed peep what a ho need puff some more weed funk, ya don't need approachin' hochies with a passion been a long day but i've been drivin' by attraction in a strong way your body is bangin' baby I love it when ya flaunt it time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it... How do you want it How does it feel Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real How do you want it How do you feel Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real Tell me is it cool to fuck ? you think I come to talk am I a fool or what ? positions on tha floor it's like erotic ironic cause i'm somewhat psychotic i'm hitten' switches on bitches like i been fixed with hydraulics up and down like a roller coaster come up beside ya I ain't quitin' till tha show is over cause i'm a ridah in and out just like a robbery i'll probably be a freak and let you get ontop of me get her rockin' these nights full of Alazhay a livin' legend you ain't heard about these niggas played in cali days Deloris Tucker you's a muthafucker instead of tryin' to help a nigga you destroy a brotha worst than tha others Bill Clinton Mr. Bob Dole You too old to understand tha way tha game is told your lame so I gotta hit you with tha high facts won't someone listen ? makin' millions niggas top that they wanna censor me they ratha see me in a cell livin' in hell with only a few of us to live to tell now everybody talken about us I could give a fuck I'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss Nigga tell me how you want it... |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
Hey Devante...
don'tcha' know we're gonna sow up every bitch in tha country Me and you...up in tha same muthafucken room on tha same level...with this shit here....please ...No more Pain... that's right nigga and guard that shit boy 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 phony niggas on the run Say my name, watch bitches cum Now fire when ready Stay watchin' now figure Increase speed Make you mutha-fuckas bleed from your mouth quicker Plus all these niggas that you run with Be on some dumb shit Trick on the hoes I ain't the one bitch Hollar my name and witness game official It's so sick Have every single bitch that came with yah, on my dick Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased I'm movin' you stupid bitches This is telekeniousis Am I reachin your brain ? Nigga How can I explain How vicious this thug mutha-fucka came When I die I wanna be a livin' legend Say my name Affiliated with this mind fuckin' game with no more pain I came to bring the pain Hardcore to the brain Let's go inside, my astroplane(4X) Line up my adversaries, blast on sight And fuck your boyfriend Bitch, I want some ass tonight You know my stilo Alazhay and chrystal weed sure you've heard of all the freaky shit they say about me Plus all you Bustas is jealous Pull your gun out and blast I dare you niggas to open fire I'll murder that ass And disappear before the cops come runnin' My glocks spittin' rounds niggas fallin' down clutchin' their stomach It's west side, death row, Thug niggas on the rise Plus they shot my five times Real niggas don't die Can ya hear me? Laced with this game I know you fear me Speak and seek what you want 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 I came to bring the pain Hardcore to the brain Let's go inside, my astroplane(4X) 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 eyez 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 niggas from other areas Brothas from here so obsessed with this money makin' there's nothin' we fear Now they label me a trouble-maker Cuz, I'm a ridah Death to you playa-haters Don't let my find yah 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 to sure what yah facin' So watch the guns bust You niggas will bleed fuckin' with me You'll be deceased Never restin' in peace nigga with no more pain I came to bring the pain Hardcore to the brain Let's go inside, my astroplane(4X) |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
Ahh, Suge what did 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 Them binoculars Ha ha ha ha, yah nigga time to ride Grab your bullet proof vest nigga cause its gonna be a long one Now me and Quik gonna tell you niggas how its like on this side The real side Now on this ride its gonna be some real mutha-fuckas and there is gonna be some pussys Now the real niggas are gonna be the ones with money and bitches The pussys are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleeding Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride gets tricky See you got some niggas on your side That say they 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 say the truth 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 the 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 and 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. Makaveli Niggas is waiting for some thug shit thats what they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinite Immortal Outlaw Switching up on you ordinary bitches like the south bore you bit less 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 The Heartz of Men My lyrical verge 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 and fly mode I'm an homicidal outlaw and five-o get your lights on Fight long, tonights gonna be a fucking fight so we might roll My own homies saying I'm heart less But I'm a G to this 'til the day I'm gone thats regardless Drive-by and niggas bow down I thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now Throw up your hands if your thugged out First nigga act up first nigga getting drugged out I can be a villian if yah let me I'll Mutha fuck yah if yah too upset me tell the cops to come and get me rip the crowd like a phone number Start again, don't have no mutha fuckin' friends nigga Look inside the heartz of men In The Heartz of Men In The Heartz of Men To all me 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 fire and bomb them I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics as if its a game of crack Thugishness 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 mutha fucka 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 beat and let me start again Represent cause I've been sent The heartz of men |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
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..... 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 Yeah nigga I got tha word as hell ya 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 gettin on her... life in tha hood... is all good for nobody remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties 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 bluried sayin' goodbye at the cemetary tho' memories fade I got your name tated on my arm so we both ball till' my dying days before I say goodbye Kato, we're meant to rest in peace Thug till I die 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 incase 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... 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 basicaly 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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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
Only God Can Judge Me(repeated several times)
I hear the doctor standing over me screaming I can make it Got a body full of bullet holes Laying here naked Still I can't breathe something evil's in my I-V Cuz everytime I breathe I think they're killing me I'm having nightmares Homicidal fantansies I wake up stranglin' Danglin' from my bed sheets I call the nurse cuz it hurts To reminisce How could it come to this ? I wish they dind't miss somebody help me Tell me where to go from here ? Cuz even thugs cry but do the Lord care ? Tryin' to remember But it hurts I'm walking 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 its 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 cuz the streets got our babies We got to eat No more hesitation each and every black males trapped And they wonder why we suicidal walkin' around strapped It's the police please try to see to this there's a million mutha-fuckas Stressing just like me Only God can Judge Me..... Only God Can Judge Me(repeated several times) Powers that judge can not kill me but only make me stronger I don't see why everybody gotta feel as thou that they gotta tell me how to live my life, Let me live baby Let me live Pac I feel yah Keep servin' it on the real ya For instance, sayin' Playa hatin' marks wanna kill yah Would you be wrong For bucking a nigga into the pavement He gonna get me first If I don't get him If you better start praying Ain't no such thing As, self defence In the court of law So Judges when we get to where were gonna we're in the cross that's real Gotti, lurk thee Creep tha fuck up on him Sold a half a million tapes No everybody want him Now talkin' behind my back Like, a bitch would Tellin' them niggas, "you can fade us" Punk, I wish you would It be the same mutha-fuckas in your face gotta rush up in your place to get your safe Knowing you on that paper chase grass, glass Big screen and leather couch My new shit is so fine I already sold a key of ounce Bitch Remember Tupac and 4-Tay The same two brothas dodgin' bullets And represtin' the Bay Pac when you was locked down That's when I'll be around Start climbing up the charts so sick but they try to clown that's why they ride the band-wagon Still we draggin' sellin' live Don't think I don't see you playa haters I know you all wear disguises Guess you figure you know me cuz I'm a thug that love to hit the late night club drinkin' buzz living lavish like a playa all day I'm 'bout to floss 'em off Playa stick with 4-Tay |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
A military mind nigga.
A military mind mean money. A criminal grind nigga. A criminal grind mean hustle. You know, We tradin war stories. We outlaws on the rise. Jealous niggas I despise. Look in my eyes. 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 trigga Semi-Automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggas. Pardon my thug poetry, But suckers is born everyday In fear of man grown [??]. Criminal ties for centuries. A legend in my own rhymes, So niggas whisper when they mention Makaveli was my ? My father figure. Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers. Hence forth. We thug niggas and we came in packs. Every one of niggas strapped sippin on 'nac(Cognac) In the back, my AR 15. Thuggin till I die. These streets got me cravin for a Throzine My lyrics are blueprints to money makin. Fat as that ass that honey shakin. I mind is straight trippin', thuggin and shit. They call it overthuggin and shit. But I was just a youngen 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 war, To watch all these playa hatin niggas position, For I could see em all. Made it up out of there. Lucky to be here. Tell you, but it'll never be a repeat. People I'm tryin to tell you. Now picture the scenery. I'm thugged out smokin greenery. Considered a BG(baby gangsta) But I'm off in this game something deeply. My eyes only see these That's why I'm young and burned out Learned to know how. Well to do now. By 18, turned out. And wide open To rob and smokin, collide with foes in the worst place. Y'all shouldn't of fucked with us in the first place. Y'all real OG's(original gangsta) droppin game to the youngsters. Y'all don't want no fuck Cuz y'all be the next in the long line of War Stories |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
California...knows how to party
California...knows how to party In the city of L.A. In the city of good ol' Watts In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rockin We keep it rockin Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb a*s hemp beat The state where ya never find a dance floor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearin sa*soon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way Dre puttin it down for California Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it mama Shake it Cali Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it shake it shake it... Out on bail fresh outta jail California dreamin Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearin hoochies screamin Fiendin for money and alcohol The life of a west side playa where cowards die Only in Cali where we riot now rallies are live and die In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right) Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews Famous cause we program worldwide Let'em recognize from Longbeach to Rosecrans Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's west side So you know the row 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 L.A. From Oakland to Sacktown The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love Now make it shake... Uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha Frisko, Frisko Hey, you know LA is up in this Pasadina, where you at Yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good Even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side Cause you and I know it's tha best side Yeah, That's riight West coast, west coast Uh, California Love California Love |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
Change... Shit,
I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it takes 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 talked 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 were once 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 the [?Wide Eight?] and hit the hood stroll remember when ya had a Jerry 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 |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
What'z ya phone number
Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes. It's instrumental. Waitin for the nyphos. That's the intro. Shook when ya rush me. Walked up and touched me. Why? Do you want to fuck me? Just cuz I'm paid in the worst way? True. Lookin kind a good in your birthday suit. I wonder if your wild and ya act shy. Do you like to be on top or the back side? Watch me while you lick your lips, shake your hips. Goddamn, I love that shit. Yo, let's stop fakin and be real now. I got a room and a hard on. Still down? Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes. Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes. When we head for my hideout, act right. Boss playa when I ride out, that's right. What'z ya phone number? If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready. Baby, let me give you a call. How long will it take to break you off? (Repeat once more) Oh shit, baby is a dime piece. Wanted this fine seat. Personally rushed [???] If I see ya right. Now she can get me hard Didn't wanna talk to me, till she see my car. Never had sex with a rich rap star Till I got her in the back of my homeboy's car. Tell me, why do we live this way? Money over bitches. Let me hear you say: What'z your phone number? Are you alone? Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone. Time for your girlfriend to take you home. I had fun, But baby, gotta leave me alone. Picture in my rhyme. Take time to rewind these words I say. If you open your mind, Bet in a minute you'll find it's time. Let the Outlaws play. What'z ya phone number. (Girl and Tupac converse) G:Hello? 2:Hello? who is this? G:Is this Tupac? 2:This is who? G:Is this Tupac? 2:Yeah, it's Tupac. Who this? G:Hi baby. How are you? 2:I'm aiight. What'z up baby? G:You don't recognize the voice? 2:You recognize my voice, huh? G:Do you recognize MY voice? 2:Nah, I know you? G:Yeah, you know me. I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talkin. 2:Where I know you from? Where I know you from? G:You just know me, baby. 2:Where? Talk up I can't barely hear you. G:You know me from when we were, you know, intimate. 2:Ooh, we fucked? G:Oh baby, did we ever. 2:Oh, tell me about it baby. G:I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and stroked it up and down. 2:OOOOH! G:Then I put it in my mouth. I fucked it. 2:Ooh, you did. G:Ooh, I did. 2:Shit! G:Fucked it and fucked it. Put me in. You came. 2:Did I come? G:Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. You don't remember me yet? 2:I'm starting to get a picture. Why don't you help me out. What did I do to the pussy? What a nigga do to the pussy? G:You rocked it. 2:Did I? G:Yeah, you did. 2:Did I do some of that Thug Passion? G:Mmmmmm 2:Heh, heh. Eh, so what cha doin right now, though? G:Me and my finger are gettin aquainted. 2:How many you got? G:I got ten. But only one is workin. 2:Oh, well can I come over there? G:If you want to. 2:Do I want to? Do a bear shit in the woods and wipe his ass with a rabbit. G:Mmm. You gon rock it baby? 2:Hell yeah, I'm gon rock it baby. G:Like you did before? 2:No dizoubt. You gon feel that Thug Passion for real. G:Mmmm, baby. 2:I'm on my way though. I'm about to fly over there in a 500. It ain't gon take but a minute. Eh, light the candles. Get the baby oil out. Turn all the lights out. Drink a little bit of that shit. I'm on my way babe. I'm gon knock that pussy to the next week. G:Knock it out, baby, knock it out. 2:I'm gon knock the taste out yo mouth, girl. I'm gon put your legs on your head. I'm a tie you up, blindfold you. And we gon play which hole feel the best. G:You know which hole feel the best. 2:We fin to see tonight, though. G:I'm gon make you remember me. 2:Oh, yeah. G:Yeah. 2:Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can't find the steering shift you got me so fucked up. I'm playin with myself and shit. G:Can I shift your gear? |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
The blind stares
of a million pairs of eyes lookin' hard but won't realize that they will never see the P (You must be goin' blind) give me my money in stacks and lace my bitches with 9 figures real niggas fingers on nickel plated 9 triggas Must see my enemies defeated i'm cashin' while they coked up and weeded open fire now them niggas bleedin' see me in flesh and test and get your chest blown straight out tha west, don't get blown my adversaries cry like ho's open and shut like doors is you a friend or foe ? nigga you ain't know ? they got me stressed out on Death Row i've seen money but baby I got to gets mo' you scream and go '2Pac' and I ain't stoppin' till i'm well paid bails paid now nigga, look what hell made visions of cops and sirens niggas open fire buncha Thug Life niggas on tha rise until I die ask me why i'm a Boss Playa gettin' high and when i'm rollin' by Niggas Can't C Me The stares of a million pairs of eyes and you'll never realize You can't C Me.. Been getten worried that these square muthafuckers with nerves sayin they can get with us but picture me gettin' served My own mama say i'm thuged out my shit be bumpin out tha record store as if it was a drug house my lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood nigga what ? It ain't nothin but a party when we thug and there I was a young nigga with heart ain't had shit to loose pullin' my pistol on them fools you know the rules D-R-E you got me heated my words like a penatentary dick hittin' bitches where it's most needed money and weed Alazay and Hennesse To my Thug niggas in lock down witness me bail on these ho's in floss mode tha life of a Boss Playa fuck what ya thought tho' my enemies deceased die like a bitch when my album hit tha streetz Niggas Can't C Me Niggas Can't C Me (Which way did he go George) (Which way did he go) (Which way did he go) (Which way did he go) You niggas made a mistake you shoulda never put my rhymes with Dre them Thug niggas have arrived and it's Judgement Day Hey Homie if ya feel me Tell them tricks that shot me that they missed they ain't killed me I can make a muthafucker shake rattle and roll i'm full of liquor thug nigga quick to jab at them ho's and I can make ya jelous niggas famous fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim is i'm just a rich muthafucker from tha way If this rappin' bring me money then i'm rappin' till i'm paid i'm getten green like i'm supposed to Nigga, I holla at these ho's and see how many I can go through Look to the star and visualize my debut niggas know me, playa I gotta stay true don't be a dumb muthafucker because it's crazy after dark where the true Thug niggas see ya heart Niggas Can't C Me.... (Yo, check this out, stay off his dick) Niggas Can't C Me (Right before your eyes, i'll disappear from here) You niggas Can't C Me, hahah (You Can't C Me) I know it's hard nigga, i'm all up in your face But you still Can't C Me (You Can't C Me) All up in your range, but niggas Can't C Me (20/20 vision won't visualize) I'm in tha flesh baby, but you Can't C Me (All tho' glasses won't help you realize) You blinded You blinded You Can't C Me (You Can't C Me) Thug Life baby Don't believe everything you read Alazay and weed (You Can't C Me) (Right before your very eyes, You won't even visualize) (You Can't C Me) Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac Niggas can't C Me, hahaha I dedicate this, to you PUNK Muthafuckers hahaha this ones for you big baby hahah cause you bitch ass niggas Can't C Me Niggas Can't C Me (ooooww) (ooooww) (You Can't C Me) (See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil) (You won't C Me) (First C Me, Now ya don't) (Wanna C Me, but ya won't) (Come to C Me, but ya Can't) (ooohhh, You Can't C Me) (You Can't C Me) (Right between your eyes, you'll never realize) (Right before your eyes, you won't even realize) (Visualize what you Can't C) |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
Say he wanna be
Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he wanna be One day he's gonna be Said he's wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he's gonna be One day he gonna be Say he wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he gonna be One day he's gonna be Said he wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug He was a nice middle class nigga But nobody knew the evil he'd do When he got a little bigger Get off the final blaze While puffing on a Newport plottin' on a another way to catch a case Was only sixteen, yet convicted as a felon With a bunch of old niggas But you the only one who ain't telling I tell you it's a cold world, stay in school You tell me its a man's world, play the rules And fade fools, 'n break rules until we major Blaze up, getting with hoes through my pager Was raised up, commencing to money makin' tactics It's getting drastic, niggas got automatics My fingers on the trigga, Tell the lord To make way for another straight Thug Nigga I'm sitting getting buzzed, looking for some luv from the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug Said he gonna be Say he gonna be One day he's gonna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he gonna be One day he gonna be Say he wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he wanna be One day he gonna be Say he wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Straight from the Hall to the Penn Adolescent nigga scaling weight and standing Six feet Ten He carried weight like a Mack truck Gonna bust on some playa haters if the mutha fuckas act tuff Then thats when the lethal weapon with the razor This little nigga smoking weed and getting blazed up No one could figure, when the guns blast pull the trigga Could take the life of a young nigga guns bigger No mother and father, you see, the niggas all alone Old timers my role model, the war zone Released with this game 'til its a part of me My heart don't beat no fear and it ain't hard to see The future is looking dim I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sin I'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug Said he gonna be Say he gonna be One day he gonna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he gonna be One day he gonna be Say he wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he wanna be One day he gonna be Say he wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Shorty gonna be a thug You little bad ass nigga, to the young niggas gotta stay sharp nigga, play your part you got plenty of time (you bad mutha fuckas) You only get three mistakes, then thats life, big baby (niggas craaazy) watch the signs Damn, you ain't but sixteen nigga? Sixteen?!?! That's a bad muthafucker |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
(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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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
You wonda why they call U bitch
Look here Miss Thang hate to salt your game but yous a money hungry woman and you need to change. In tha locker room all the homies do is laugh. High five's cuz anotha nigga played your ass. It was said you were sleazy even easy sleepin around for what you need See it's your thang and you can shake it how you wanna. Give it up free or make your money on the corner. But don't be bad and play the game get mad and change. Then you wonda why these muthafuckas call you names. Still lookin' for a way out and that's OK I can see you wanna stray there's a way out. Keep your mind on your money, enroll in school. And as the years pass by you can show them fools. But you ain't tryin' to hear me cuz your stuck, you're headin' for the bathroom 'bout to get tossed up. Still lookin' for a rich man you dug a ditch, got your legs up tryin' to get rich. |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
Outlaw Immortalz
Bow down to somethin greater than yourself trick Individuals capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swolls They know You watchin but you ain't seein what lies before you, beatch Picture if you will seven deadly human beings blessed with the gift to speak, the power to reach each nigga on every street May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud of what transpired since the day the seed was planted The G grew but we knew he'd rise up quick Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into shit Just me and my dogs livin like hogs Outlaw Immortalz What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue What lies between is the fiction Don't fuck around and make it true (Tupac) Hahahahahaha My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe I pull revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me Plus my alias is Makaveli A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a nigga bellt Bust him to see if he bleed, he shoulda never fucked around with a sick-ass nigga like me They call my name out and niggaz run, best be prepared for the Outlawz, here we come (Hussein Fatal) They call me Hussein fatal, it's a two game table I'm robbin ya niggaz cradle wit a knife in your navel Rap-related criminally activated and evil I wouldn't wanna be you behind my fuckin Desert Eagle Till the end, I'm tellin all friends and enemies You see what I got to make you freeze, to touch me you need ten of these Complete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast Young Gunz fire and niggaz bleed, I see Mo (Kastro) I be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials Sew up all the potential, million, billion dollar baller potential Sort it, oughta call on a nigga I'll be sure to get you Take cash bro, fast yo, for my Kastro Blast and I'ma last yo past all these Glass Joes and assholes who claim, like they be runnin thangs I be gunnin those same niggaz runnin late, to their fate (Napoleon) My alias is motherfuckin Na-poleon, and I'd rather be robbin again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin But the shit ain't nothin, and I got no time for no bluffin befo' a nigga finish with puttin in work I betta end up with somethin I think these niggaz got the game fucked up If they don't believe, that a young nigga like me, would bust (Boo-Yaa!) Perhaps it's a must, I'm facin cases, fuck probation is what I'm screamin when these money hungry cops be chasin Chorus: Tupac Thug nigga till we die, no mercy on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride! Thug nigga till we die, no mercy on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride! (Mussolini) It's the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini Mentally unstable, G status, so you can't see me Drug warlord, riding Concorde jets Rag Vette's, shakin bitches and snitches and trippin on sets Ingle-Watts banger, keepin one in the chamber For the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride Suicidal thoughts lurkin for kin, no end to revenge Fuck any, my alias Mussolini (Idi Amin) They call me Idi, from the side of seedy Young nigga greedy, so I'm runnin up on these niggaz easy It ain't nuttin, cause if they wantin somethin, so I'ma commence to dumpin stomp down and struck up while my beat is bumpin, Thuggin to my fuckin last nut, with lil Pole and Kastro Who you thought was on that asshole, don't ask though Outlaw Immortalz doin this dit-nirt on the sli-zow Ain't no chance to hide when we ride (Khadafi) My alias Khadafi, Trump tight so feds can't copy Six-three and cocky quick to hit your bitch if she drop me Severely addicted to livin like a fuckin felon while beefin with rookie cops the cookie rocks a nigga sellin Since a short I been livin life defiant, nickel plated chrome Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant, and I ain't lyin It's like it's me against myself with all these backstabbin snakes grabbin at my fuckin wealth (Mo Khomani) Mo Khomani goes terrorist, mad man killer The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers I'm that nigga with the fifty cal. caps, with the murderous stacks that increase, while these motherfuckers eat beef It's been a long road, a lot of episodes And as the glock loads, I gotta teach hoes Reach hoes, make em feel a nigga when I'm mashin Now I'm surpassin any assassin Chorus 2X (Tupac) Hahahaha, Outlaw Immortalz baby Y'all niggaz can't fade this ol crazy shit Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Khadafi, Mussolini Amin, Naploleon, Khomani What y'all really wanna do? Haha like them niggaz said "What would you do? If you could fuck with me and my crew" Hehahahahaha, Thug Life, yeah nigga Flashin on niggaz Thug Life right? This year we Thug Life But we Outlaw Immortalz We die nigga, but we multiply, we like legends nigga Like I'll make you famous motherfucker I'm talkin about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good shit My niggas make the papers baby My niggas make the front page Multiple gunshots (fades) |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
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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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
(Pac)
Yeah, clear enough for ya. Why niggas look mad. y'all supposed to be happy I'm free. Y'all niggaz look like you wanted me to stay in jail Cold bustas. Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz. I got no love for these niggas, There's no need to be friends. They got me under survailance. That's what somebody be tellin' me. Know theres dope being sold, but I ain't the one sell'in Don't want to be another number. I got a proper gang of weed to keep from goin under. The federales wanna see me dead. Niggas put prices on my head. Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed. I feed em lead. Now on release. How will I live? Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did? To feed kids. One life to live. It's so hard to be positive When niggas shootin at your crib. Mama, I'm still thuggin' The world is a war zone. My homies is inmates And most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man Still scheming on ways to put some green inside the palms Of my empty hands. Just picture me rollin'. Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen. My dreams is scensored. My hopes are gone. I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone. My nerves is wrecked. Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen. Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin. Picture me rollin. Can you see me now Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture Can you see it? Picture me rollin. Yeah nigga Eh, but peep how my nigga Syke duke do it. Guess who's back? (Syke) I got keys comin from overseas. Cost a nigga 200 G's. I'm a street comando. Nino for example. This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle. So I got to floss cuz I'm more like a boss playa. Thug granted to be a women layer So many playa haters, imitaters steady swangin. Make me wanna start bank bangin. So I'm caught up in the game. Let's go change. Packin 40 glocks. Contain or rearrange. All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies While I'm sippin on remy. In front of black lacs, chevies on the roam. 96 big bodies sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, Stone facing is on. You can admire but don't look too long. I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin. It's hard to imagine. Picture me rollin. (Danny Boy) Picture, picture me, picture me rollin Rollin, picture me rollin Wheelin, picture me rollin in Picture me yea yeah (CPO) I gots to get the fuck up in. Formulate a caper. Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper. My bitch fin to have a bastard, see? So I need to hit a lick, drastically. I see some ballin ass niggas and they slippin in my spot And, uh, diggin their plots. Check in the park, Pac. (Pac) We caught em sleepin. He didnt peep two niggas creepin. This how we do it every weekend And I dump for madness(?) It's time to count the profit. CPO, we got the bomb spot. Nigga, time to clock it. I get the liquor and you could get the females. This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales. (CPO) Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9. I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine. Now we satisfied. Got the pockets on swollen. Boss hog and this Pac nigga. Picture us rollin. (Pac) Heh, heh, heh. Y'all ready for me? Picture me rollin roll call. You know there's some mother fuckers out there I just could not forget about. I wanna make sure they can see me. Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities, All you bitch asses. Can you niggas see me from there? Ballin on yo mark ass. Heh, ha ha! Picture me rollin, baby. Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks, I told yall niggas when I come home it's on. That's right nigga, picture me rollin Oh, I forgot....the DA(district attorney) Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court. Can the ho see me from here? Can you see me, ho? Picture me rollin'. And all you punk police, can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin' nigga, legit. Free like OJ all day You can't stop me. You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker. Noope, Pain, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme Can you picture us rollin? Can you see me ho? Is y'all ready for me . We up out this bitch. Any time y'all wanna see me again, Rewind this track right here, close your eyes And picture me rollin. |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
Hey, what time is it nigga ?
(I don't know) Oh shit, 12 o' clock Oh shit, we got ta get tha fuck outta here (hell yeah) Nigga, it's check out time nigga Hey call Kurupt, call Daz, call [???] call all those niggas up from downstairs tell tha valay, bring tha benz around Hey Kurupt, y'all niggas drivin' or are y'all flyin' back wussup ? (Man, i'm rollin' man, fuck that shit) Hey Syke man, come on nigga, get up out tha bathroom fool let's go! (I lost some money nigga) aw nigga damn Now I'm up early in the mornin' breathe stinkin' as I'm yawning Just another sunny day in California I got my mind focused on some papers While I'm into sexy capers Give a hollar to them hoochies last night who 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 Alazhay and Heneesee 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 hot and horny what a freaky bitch First you argued, then I fight it, till 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 We got to go (2X) Its check out time We got to go (4X) They label me an outlaw So its time for the panty raid My fantansies came true with Janet on, I'm in an Escapade Did it all, in 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 its only right for me to disappear into the night My games trump tight So I find time to recline Sneak into your room instant Messiah shit, wines of all kinds I ain't got much time so hurry up and pop the dime And let me hit it from behind Since I'm only here for one night I gots 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 cuz there's someone else who deserves my atttention So all the homies round up in the lobby Cuz busting bitches is a hobby, nigga It's check out time We got to go (8X) Now I'm living the life of a Boss Playa The front desk callin' but I'm checking out later My behaviour is crazy, from what you did to me baby If walls could |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
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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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
(Tupac) They say
Intro/Chorus: (B-Legit) Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin (C-Bo) Where I can pile up my chips (Richie Rich) And niggaz call me a timer (Tupac) I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin (E-40) Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin (Tupac) That's right, that's right boy start that shit off Verse One: 2Pac I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized Picutes of me in my final stage you know Mama cried But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find Why I spend most of my time on California crime Watching for thievin I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead Why the fuck you cowards be runnin, too scared to fight a G For the life of me, I cannot see How motherfuckers picture livin life after a night of fuckin around with me And if you don't like this rhyme then bring your big bad ass to California, cause we ain't hard to find (B-Legit) Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin (C-Bo) Where I can pile up my chips (Richie Rich) And niggaz call me a timer (Tupac) I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin (E-40) Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin Verse Two: C-Bo, B-Legit I got my locs on hard hat goin to war Breakin them off on sight, stoppin lives like red lights Watch em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers And get to dumpin on they ass, like the last outlaws Rich, Tupac and the Click, smokin blunts, loadin clips With enough shit to raise your block in one dip We bring on horror like Tales From the Crypt And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick I'm fully automatic full of static and shit Movin Dodge van fifty rounds in the clip I'm ridin shot gun with the tint in the back I'm plan to have a motherfuckerin mint in this rap I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O Where sellin narcotics is all I know I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kind And if you need a motherfucker I ain't hard to find Some may call me Bootsy, but I call it timin That's while I keeps on grindin (that's right) to the point where a nigga can't stop Too much feelin this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch Whether it's a nigga or a hoe, a hoe get in my way, then that ass gots to go Cause a nigga steady plottin I serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep droppin (B-Legit) Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin (C-Bo) Where I can pile up my chips (Richie Rich) And niggaz call me a timer (Tupac) I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin (E-40) Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin (Tupac) C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich (E-40) Da Bay, beitch! Verse Three: E-40, Richie Rich Down the steps Abandonded broken down apartment complex Heavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scary Playboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama play Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitate Best shake and bake although mine was first to ask niggaz Motherfuckers didn't think I wasn't going do somethin, ask niggaz Threaten your life, ain't like you love him Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him Check this out I grew up with that nigga, threw up with that nigga I hear he tryin to ride, double-edgin for the other side But now, my glock be so judgemental Back seat of a rental keep my name out your dental Nigga, if your gum bleedin, and you needin mo' than twenty sticthes, you behaved like dem bitches Sideways to the race Heavy in the game, check the resident it's all the same Nigga, and we ain't hard to find (Tupac) Hell nah we ain't hard to find (C-Bo) The whole clickilation fool (E-40) Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch (Tupac) Why them niggaz actin like they can't find us like like they can't see us and like we don't be at the same spots they be at It's the same congregation, Young Pac is back YouknowhatImean? (C-Bo) Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit It's a celebration, Young Pac is back (E-40) Motherfuckers better understand this shit (Tupac) Ay D-Shot nigga can we get paid man? Can we just go there and sock this shit up? Hey, we smokin, and we ain't hard to fine Drinkin and shit, fuckin with some hurricane (E-40) A motherfucker's gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa (Tupac) You suPPOSED to Sideways to the next light... |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
(Tupac Talking)
Heaven ain't hard to find (All you gotta do is look) Simply because you nervous, let me start off with my conversation Hoping my information, eleviates the hesitiation I can see it clearly now catch you smiling through your frown I'm askin' Baby Boo are you down ? Although I know you've heard about my reputation across the nation "Mr. I get around" My temptaion got me dripping wet perspiration I'm activated by the moves your making Baby why you faking? strip naked get the love making See its all in your mind, so every time I sip a glass of wine I fantasize till that ass is mine Never gettin' but wanting, never touching but wishing A straight thug on a mission until I get what I'm missing Stop with the beeper, baby Listen, I know you're grown, but pay attention Let me hypnotize with my tounge kissen' This is a message to bomb bodies and all dimes Turn around one more time Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaveeen) Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaven ain't hard to find) Heaven ain't hard to find Infact you can have it just have faith Just like a little kid, still believing in magic It takes a lot of scarifice with all the lonely nights on tour I need somebody I can trust in my life Let me apply the brakes baby you're moving to fast My conversations are getting deeper, but first let me ask Are you afraid of a thug ? and have you ever made love with candles and bubbles sipping in your tub Touch me and let me activate your bloodpressure This Thug Passion help the average man love better Picture me naked and glistening beneath the moonlight mist Take a shot of that alazhay come give me a kiss And maybe we can be better friends perhaps we'll be closer I'll be the thug in your life baby and you'll be my soulja And I know it takes some time And you got a lot of questions on your mind But relax, in due time Heaven Ain't Hard to Find (Heaveeen) Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaven ain't hard to find) You think we all dogs, thats why you cautious when I approached you Been talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken Through my eye contact, I wink and you respond back Look at me whats all that ? Huh its like the closer you get, Baby the quicker I'm speaking I got a flight out Chicago, lets kick it this weekend I'm sipping Heneesee and coke tho' addicted to weed smoke I'm fiendin' for your body even mo' Oh god help me identify me truest thoughts your hidden motives full of passion who would of thought Come hollar at me baby, love me for my thug nature Far from a playa hater, label me a money maker Straight heart breaker Baby we can be friends I can soup you in my Benz we'll ride I'll let you floss it for your friends Once we begin until the end, it gets better with time I'm makin' love to your mind baby Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaveeen) Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaven ain't hard to find) |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
(Reporter)
Good Evening (sirens in the background) I'm reporting live from Sunset Boulevard Where many excited fans have gathered with candles (crowd starts chanting "Tupac") Awaiting the much anticipated release, of Tupac Shakur's latest album, Better Dayz This is yet another post-humorous release by Tupac Which, raises the question Where are these songs coming from? It's interesting how, the message in these songs Is still relevant today Even in his death, he's touching people with his lyrics I can feel the energy in the air, as they count down to midnight When the album will officially be released Oh, hold on, I, think they're starting to countdown now (Crowd) 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 ... |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
Artist: 2pac ft. Trick Daddy
Song: Still Ballin' (Tupac) Straight muthafuckin' ballin' Part two Still ballin' Westside... (Verso 1: Tupac) Now ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary Still Ballin' Ridin' on these niggaz cause the lame In a 6-1 Chevy still heavy in this game Can you feel me? Blame it on my mama I'm a thug nigga Up before the sunrise quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on Nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch made niggaz hit em' up WESTSIDE.... Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz I love my female strapped Love fuckin' from the back I get my currency in stacks California's where I'm at RIDEN... Pass by While niggaz wonder why I got shot but didn't die Let em' see who's next to try Did I cry, hell nah... Nigga not a tear shed For all my homies in the pen many peers dead Nigga Still Ballin' (Chorus: Tupac & Trick Daddy) (Still ballin') Until the day I die (Until I die) You can bring your crew (You can bring your crew) But we remain true (Yeah) Muthafuckers still ballin' (I be ballin') Niggaz wonder why (They wonder why) You can bring your crew But we remain true Muthafuckers still ballin' (Verso 2: Trick Daddy) Now if you kneel and pray And hope the lord understand When he's gone the father become a dangerous man Ain't crazy or deranged I'm sad (I'm sad) But when these kids go to spray him Boy I don't be playin' With clienteles And rhyme sell's Question is will you fuckin' niggaz ride for real Huh? Bitch nigga this is g rated Plus your homeboy won't make your street game foogazy I'm elevated to the top of this shit Done fucked around and put me and Tupac on this bitch And you can tell em thug life was the reason for this And I'll ride for any nigga who believe in this shit Still ballin' (Chorus: Tupac) Still Ballin' Until the day I die You can bring your crew But we remain true Muthafuckers still ballin' Niggaz wonder why You can bring your crew But we remain true Muthafuckers still ballin' (Verso 3: Tupac) Now everybody wanna see us dead Two murdered on the front page shot to death bullet's to the head Niggaz holla out my name And it's similar to rain Muthafuckers know I'm comin' so they runnin to they graves WATCH Swoop down with my nigga from the pound Cause trick don't give a fuck when you coward niggaz now Blast Keep pumpin' ain't worried bout nuttin' Bustas thought we was frontin' So we load and keep dumpin' Still Ballin' (Chorus Repiteed till the end) (Trick Daddy) Thug Life (Tupac) Still ballin' Muthafuckers still ballin' Straight muthafuckin' ballin' |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
Fugees! Fugees and Mobb Deep tryin to diss now too huh?
Hahaha! Well I ain't prejudiced, I don't give a fuck This is what it sounds like - when we ride on our enemies Biatch! When we ride on our enemies (Verse One) Hey! Got some static for some niggaz on the other side of town Let my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now What they want from us motherfuckin thug niggaz? Used to love niggaz now I plug niggaz, and slug niggaz Am I wrong? Niggaz makin songs, tryin to get with us Must be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust To the chest I bust! Then we ride 'til the sun come shinin back to brighten up the sky, many die Heard the Fugees was tryin to do me - look bitch! I cut yo' face, this ain't no motherfuckin movie Then! We watch the other two die slow Castrated entertainin at my motherfuckin sideshow Bam! Set my plan in mo', time to exterminate my foes I can't stand you hoes, uhh Now label this my fuckin trick shot My lyrics runnin all you cowards out of hip-hop When we ride - on our enemies When we ride on our enemies I bet you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies When we ride on our enemies Bet all you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies (Verse Two) Come take a journey through my mind's eye You crossed the game, don't explain, nigga time to die, say goodbye Watch my eyes when I pull the trigger So right before you die you bow before a bigga nigga, now dry yo' eyes You was heartless on yo' hits Niggaz love to scream peace after they start some shit - pay attention Here's a word to those that robbed me I murder you then I, run a train on Mobb Deep! Don't fuck with me Nigga you're barely livin, don't you got sickle cell? See me have a seizure on stage, you ain't feelin well, hell How many niggaz wanna be involved? See I was only talkin to Biggie, but I'll kill allay'all, then ball Then tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed Fuck around and get tossed up, by the fuckin Outlawz Before I leave, make sure everybody heard Know I meant, every motherfuckin word When we ride on our enemies When we ride on our enemies Make sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies When we ride on our enemies, hehe I make sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
(2Pac Talking)
Shit, I'm a changed man Hey turn the lights up Still ballin', 2Pac up in this bitch You know how we swing this shit Look: (Verse 1: 2pac) By age 16 I sold to dope fiends Not a drug dealer but I watched them closely Until they noticed me I got the feds wondering who broke the law Fuck too inhibited for gun smoke I broke his jaw Words harder than a fucking diamond Mobile phone call to Simon, niggas trippin' homie, when we riding? Fuck 'em slowly like Jodeci I'd stick a needle in my eye If I don't live and die for M.O.B And fuck your homeboys nigga we can drop the guns I hit your block and we can box for fun Nigga one on one Last to fall is a baller cat It's Death Row why the fuck u think we call it that? So if u knew me in my past life Don't act like we homeboys Ain't no love in the fast life I switch gears on them jealous bitches Who do you fear? The game plan of a changed man So what I'm saying is .. (Chorus) I changed gears but I'm still the same old ridah (Fucking with a changed man) I slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it up (Nigga you fucking with a changed man) All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up (Fucking with a changed man) Changed man, you dealing with a changed man (Hey, eh, eh, hey, eh) (Verse 2) In drop top Glock cocked Got rocks in ma socks Cops spot Watt niggas But hard to stop niggas Not if the gat niggas Doughboys and hot niggas Who might have shot niggas But only by strolling Out for respect Now days they expect me to be in a Ferrari or the old Lexus But anything you see flashin past and can't tell That's me Gauge on the Escalade back seat Don't creep But what u think T.I. be in them suites? But don't sleep Get u hit from your head to feet Hey u don't know me I'm fittin' to introduce you to the old me You walk in, explode it and leave reload You don't like a record nigga - buck you, blow But you will respect me Or get it in your neck piece chief No grief nigga still gonna let me be Or get your insides exposed to the streets, nigga (Chorus) I changed plans but I'm still the same old ridah (Your fucking with a changed man) Slanging new dope to the world but the people still buy it up (Nigga you fucking with a changed man) All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up (Fucking with a changed man) Changed man, you dealing with a changed man (Verse 3: 2Pac) A niggas so cold when I flow Bow down to death row Three wheel motion Coming through coasting Who's that nigga in the g-ride Screaming out m.o.b Nigga we ride I hit the charts like a stick up kid Number one in the nation I fucked the world The judge gave me probation Faced with incarceration Move tapes like it's big weights Slanging to the whole nation Give me mine or I'm blastin'; On every song Murder my enemies I'm mashing until I'm gone One love to my thug niggas And fuck a bitch cause a truce is to love niggas Throw your hands in the air close your eyes and hope You ever come against a mass of smoke On Death Row My adversaries bleed But fuck em all 'till the talk cease Fucking with a changed man (Chorus) I changed plans but I'm still the same old ridah (You fucking with a changed man) Slanging new dope to the world but the people still buy it up (Nigga you fucking with a changed man) All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up (Fucking with a changed man) Changed man, you dealing with a changed man (2Pac Talking) (over chorus) haha, everybody think they understand a nigga shit u niggas don't know me ya'll know that nigga on the rap songs ya'll know that nigga in the movies you don't know this nigga in 3d the real live right up against u in front of your face....(shit) westside outlaw immortals (hahaha) nigga you fucking with a changed man (hahaha) you fucking with a changed man (hahaha) I ain't the same, you fucking with a changed man we ain't the same, you fucking with a changed man we ain't the same, fucking with a changed man changed man ... |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
(Featuring Marvelouz, Storm)
(Tupac) Now of course I want peace on the streets but realisticly painting perfect pictures ain't never work my misery was so deep couldn't sleep through all my preasures my quest for cash I learned fast using violent measures memorys of adolescent years their was unity but after puperty we brought war to our community so many bodies dropping its got to stop I want to help but still I'm stepping keeping my weapon must protect myself promise of a better tomorrow ain't never reach me plus my teachers were to petrfied in class to teach me sipping thunderbird and grape kool-aid calling Earl since my stomach was empty it seduced me to fuck the world watch my lil homiez lose there childhood to guns nobody cries no more cause we all die for fun so why you ask me if I want peace if you can't grant it niggas fighting across the whole planet so we can never be peace (Chorus) Will never be peace or all we all just headed for doom still consumed by the beefs and i'll know there never be peace thats why I keep my pistol when i walk the streets cause there never be peace (Marvelouz) No time to rest they stressed out I can't remember the days my homie was here now a days we live in fear the stuggle is still here so now who's grabbing there strap who's getting bucked wild representing the generation of killers when I was a child had many dreams reality kept me and my homiez stressing tyring to raise my baby girl to be the strongest know when I'm doing wrongest I never had a bright day just drunkless smoking blunts getting faded wishing my partna made it if it was peace or ???????? I know there will never be all my tears were shed when I lost my homie number three it's getting harder to see impossibilty should we just face it can't get through the pain but still I can't erase it so many trials and tribulations things we facing wicked days can't see no brighter days it's time to chase it cross dreams cause the scene is when you never get by thats why I got to stay high you'll never know when you'll die my heart will never leave the ghetto I know to rise only in peace thats why I say there ain't never going to be no peace (Chorus) Will never be peace or all we all just headed for doom still consumed by the beefs and i'll know there never be peace thats why I keep my pistol when i walk the streets cause there never be peace (Storm) Living life lonely but I can't even cry cause visions of diseption all around me got my eyes full of despise who can I trust why even try they say the world is mine but I know that's a lie living to die set up from birth steady dreaming wishing for better days but all I see is demons close my eyes reminisence of my childhood all I felt was pain from my arrival no memories of nothing nice nothing but blinded reminders of my future life I'm freaking out I'm getting closer to that other level will I be strong with game or just the heartless devil I hope I'm able to find peace in me cause theres a storm sixty four inches deep in me and I try to do the right thing but it's the wrong thing that seems to bring me right back to this dirty game there never be peace fuck peace (Chorus)x3 Will never be peace or all we all just headed for doom still consumed by the beefs and i'll know there never be peace thats why I keep my pistol when i walk the streets cause there never be peace (Tupac) shit fuck peace, on the strength to my niggas get a peace, we can't have peace, how the fuck we gonna live happy when we ain't got none, tear drops and closed caskets, these mothafuckas are smiling but don't mean much, why cause I got to be a thug, see drugs gonna turn this mothafuckn head out, all us niggas acting up, wild ass mothafuckn adolescent, these niggas ain't got a childhood no more, how the fuck can you have a childhood when your at the funeral every fuckn weekend, you mothafuckas are talking about peace, niggas it ain't no mothafuckn peace, you ain't seen the news mothafucka, you ain't heard, little babies getting smoked, mothafuckas killing their whole family, little kids getting thrown off buildings, mothafuckas getting a |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
Young mothers
That's right I feel ya (hey) I know how it is (MAMA's JUST A LIL' GIRL) Don't nobody understand I feel ya (Verse 1: Tupac) She was born a heavy set girl with pig tails and curls A heart full of gold , still it won't change the world Though she could never understand why Some underhanded plans, witnessed a man die Was only 15, should have been a beauty queen Still see here crying by the caskets when here parents got killed Little girl don't cry , coz even though they died You can best believe they watching over thee from the sky Never asked for this misery but look at what you getting It's a blessing in disguise, when you find out your pregnant No money, no home, and even though you all alone You got to do this on your own , so baby go on I wish you luck and if you need me, call Just come to me and let me feed you all I can understand the way it feels when you fighting the world Facing all this drama when mama's just A little girl (Chorus) Mama don't know why Mama's just a little girl Given that she is or not Time ain't on her side Mama's just a little girl (Mama's just a little girl) She gotta hold her head up high (Verse 2: Tupac) At 16 what a beautiful thing The very essence of a jet black ebony queen And who could tell she would get pregnant at an early age She didn't listen, had sex watch her belly raise (hey) Got violated by someone she dated If this is fate I hate to see the seed she created So we wait, though it takes time to build the body and the mind She reclines 9 months then finally its time What do we find? A little groaning boy of mine with a tortured soul Addicted to a life of crime had no time for the growing stage He learned his values on the streets at an early age Watch for police don't come home (why) Coz mammas acting crazy at the hospital about to have another baby Like the rose from concrete groaning within Blessed with twins how the hell can mamma raise 3 men So we began close as family such insanity A happy home for one act inhumanity Plus mamas said the seed was corrupted Used the rub her belly begging us to breathe if she love us Now mama sits quiet sipping peppermint schnapps Turned the house into a spot and made her watch for cops (hey) How could mama bring a thug like me into this world? She ain't the cause of all the drama cause mommas just a little girl (Chorus) Mama Don't know why Mama's just a little girl Liven if she is or not Time ain't on her side Cause ama's just a little girl (Mama's just a little girl) She gotta hold her head up high (How could she raise us) (Verse 3: Tupac) Now would she remain in the same spot? The gunshots rang, they came from the cane spot Now look here I see her clutching her son in her arms she hurt Her heart bleeding as she watched her seed die in the dirt Fulfil prophecy but who could stop the grief? I walk around trying to hold the world up on top of me Probably be an innocent man but still I'm the victim of a curse What could be worse? nothing but pain Since my birth, taught me functions at the pen Cause everybody's in paying back society I'm guilty of a life of sin I watched the drama occur my eyes blurred 'fore I jet it I wonder why we all have to die before we get it Though we shed tears so many peers I done buried Worried and scared knowing I'ma see the cemetery Must be prepared in this cold world no-one cares No it ain't fair but we all there and do our share In this land of underhanded schemes and plans Vivid dreams of a nigga having g's in hand Mamma told me not to be a punk They ain't a thing I wouldn't do for my mamma in this world Cause you know I ain't mad at cha you' just a little girl See mammas just a little girl (hey hey) (Chorus) *Repeat until fade* Mama don't know why And I ain't facing all this drama...(Cause mamma's just a little girl) They asked us why we mutilate eachother like we do And wonder why we hold such little worth on human life (facin all this drama) To ask us why we turn from bad to worse, is to ignore from which we came You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals On the contrary - we would all celebrate its tenacity, we would all love its will to reach the sun Well...we are the roses, this is the concrete, and these are my damaged petals Don't ask me why...Thank God nigga, ask me how (hahahaha) Heeeyyy |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
(Mopreme)
It was a dope spot front yard, one on one strapping That's the way it was way before all the scrapping Earned my fucking props from the G's in the hood Put in work, did some dirt, never snitched, never would Rollin the fat Jaguars with my nigga P blowing up Time coming back sipping Hennessey Seventeen years old and I felt like God mad rich And I had my pick of any fine bitch And my family was known to be great, seen slightly more Representing no matter who sets it on Street power, why you niggaz flip and you thug shit I be bout my motherfucking grip, nothing else gets between me and mine, just remember that Damn it's a shame, but still I'm in the game I'm trying to get street fame (Chorus) I'm a superstar.., I'm a superstar.. I'm a superstar, made it by street fame I'm a superstar.., I'm a superstar.. I'm a superstar, made it by street fame (Big Syke) Don't blame my mama, don't blame my daddy I know they wish they never had me In and out of jail by twelve, failing out of school Cause I was living by the street rules Hanging with hogs, dropping dogs as a little loc I was getting my respect but I was still broke Into the game and expanded to the cocaine Went from double-ups, to slanging them whole things Focused on my mail name ringing like a bell And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail Everybody says he's sold and I'm outta control Motherfuckers gossip but I still roll (nigga) Bitches want my cash on my dash of my cockpit They wouldn't know a motherfucker if he didn't have shit So while I'm balling and kicking up dust, get yo' skull crushed Bitch-made niggaz know not to fuck with us Cause I'm living on the edge, I'm blasting lead Wanted by the Feds, they got to take me dead So fuck it drive a bucket in the inner city In the land of no pity, I made it by the street fame (Chorus) - 2X I'm a superstar.., I'm a superstar.. I'm a superstar, made it by street fame I'm a superstar.., I'm a superstar.. I'm a superstar, made it by street fame (The Rated R) I'm a super star, made it by street fame I had to make some people feel the pain, in this dirty game I know I'm on my way to hell Ain't no yellow bricked road for all the niggas that I done smoked The hood done took me under, a nigga gots no heart Don't get it twisted cause I'm there with my homey's car I kill for my niggaz, my niggaz kill for me That's the love you get, from the drunk one, you put in work see I'm a G with a gang of niggaz after me Trying to peal me, cause I smoked they homey What comes around goes around is what makes it worse I smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off a hearse They don't stop stop till my casket drop drop Let me ride, but all I want, thou shalt not beef or die And it don't matter if I rap or plays Cause I blow out back of some minds, fuck the fame (Chorus) I'm a superstar.., I'm a superstar.. I'm a superstar, made it by street fame I'm a superstar.., I'm a superstar.. I'm a superstar, made it by street fame .. made it by street fame (repeat to the end) |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
(You want me to do what ?) What is it ?
Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery, (I do you, you do me...haha) Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery. (Everything's legal baby, everything's legal) (Verse One: 2Pac) Picture of perfection, the object of a nigga affection Partners in passionate sex, a place to put my erection Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions Pushing permanent twisting I'm on a mission got me on the mash Tried to dig, you was screaming when I did Steady yelling out spots for me to hit, and aww shit Soon as I seen her saw us playing hide the Weiner Wanna Freak Like Me, fuck Adina Up and down is the object, side to side Make you holler out my name when a thug nigga ride, can I come inside Say you don't feel it that's a lie, you just scared to get this Penitentiary dick, the trot caught your eye when I walked by, I said, Hi But you was so shy, I can't lie, damn near stuttered when you walked by You want me to lick it and even worse Got your heart set on me going first, and that ain't no 'Fair Xchange' (Chorus) Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery, (motherfucker, mutherfucker) (hahaha yeah nigga) Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery, (mothafucker, motherfucker) (Verse Two: 2Pac) Open your legs got me watching like it's a million You tremble from the feelin look up, cause I got mirrors on the ceiling And if you willing, then we can ride until the sun shine And just for fun, I bet you I can make you cum sixty-one times Close your eyes, let me heat it up Cause when we fuck I refuse to bust a nut until I beat it up Drop the top, time to fuck while the wind blow Baby throw yo' legs out the window Remember on the balcony, bend over baby bounce on me And let me hit it where it counts and flee Remember me? 'I Get Around', and I'm haunted by my temptations Sexual participation, my motivation Even though I like the way you work it You don't deserve it cause you walk around acting like you perfect Took a while but I finally got it, and like a boss player Bitch you ain't doing me no favours, 'Fair Xchange' (Chorus) Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery (Verse Three: 2Pac) Now yo' attitude ain't realistic Yeah it's true I'm getting pussy, but baby you getting dick! And since you being laced with the penetration It's only right to show a form of appreciation Instead of faking like you can't hear the bed shaking In bed naked you so twisted think yoour legs breaking You said take it so I'm blind in my passion, how long will I last? Doggy style steady pumping on that ass, until I blast And then I laugh as we lay back See I wait 'til you asleep and that's the payback Cause you acting like you did something, giving me a piece I had you muffling your screams in the sheets, fucking with me A true digger that love triggers, a thug nigga Hustling bitches like drug dealers Before I say goodbye, put an end to all the games Here's my number for another 'Fair Xchange' Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
(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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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
(2pac)
Haha, for all my niggaz in the hood (yeah) That live the life of a ghetto star (You KNOW!) Heh, you know how we do it (Hahaha, Makaveli!) Just holla my name and witness game official Niggaz is so ashamed they stand stiff like scared bitches While I remain inside a paradox called my block Though gunshots is promised to me, when will I stop? I hit the weed and hope to God I can fly high Witness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn'ta tried I send they bodies to they parents up North With they faces, they wrists and they nuts cut off Fuck 'em all what I scream as I dream in tongues Fuck a trick, get me rich and the bitches'll come Bust my gun, make 'em all scatter Bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatter, eat a dick BEYOTCH! Mercy, never that, you say you comin back? Bring it on, fo' whoever strapped Introduce you to the pleasure and the pain, you can go so far Just sell me your soul, and live the life.. (of a ghetto star) (Nutso) I live the life of a thug nigga, drug dealer livin game tight Mug niggaz, slug niggaz for the famed life Laced with game, practiced on taking pain, Quick to slang, and let it rain through your brain, Street smart, proficient, intelligent, And keep suckers hittin till snitches start smellin, Movin niggaz with telekinesis, Keeping Channel Seven at work filming different features, Leadin niggaz to an early death with they head blown, And to those who didn't make it to the morgue, was just dead and gone, And hope niggaz got punished, Kidnapped jacked in the back with macs to they neck, Rats waitin to get done in, Tossed his ass out, mob related, One more nigga found shot up with his dick in his mouth, Printed my name in these streets as a motherfucking G Now the next generation's looking up to me. (2Pac) Walkin through the cemetery Talkin to my homies that was buried See my enemies wanna see me dead, I ain't worried, forgive me Please give me shelter, calm my fears Lifted my head, from my hands, had a palm of tears I see bodies gettin splashed, with acid Two shots rang from the plastic glock, wrapped in plastic Buried the bastard, time to notify, his family Shiiit, ain't nuttin left to be identified Evacuate the crime scene fast Why I heard the Feds had a warrant for my ass Fly, I won't touch down 'til I see Tiajuana Set up shop sellin them crooked cops marijuana Label me a success, I made the switch Retired from the life that never gave me shit With cash that I couldn't spend, countless cars An addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star (Nutso) Got the word that some nerds wanna plot on this Hit the curve, let it swerve, had to stop they grip No remorse, no repentance as I buck one down Straight to the morgue cause I plan on, shut ya down Born soldiers! -- Fucked him up with a mac folder Torn ligaments, all up in that nigga's shoulder And a vest couldn't protect that flesh Cause I got, slugs, to knock the air out your chest Death, apparently they wasn't sucker free Cause I had all them wannabe thug niggaz in protective custody I guess they heard that I got them birds Thought I was a nerd 'til I fucked one of them to the curb Luxury livin lavish, with dreams of dyin rich With a team and clientele on my motherfuckin dick And gettin down on these snitch bitches, protectin riches By givin stitches, my life as a ghetto star When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) (Outro: 2Pac w/ Nutso talking in background) This goes out to all you motherfuckers that STILL, have to kill to make that money All you niggaz on the block, sellin rocks Hand to hand, runnin from the police I see you - live your life as a ghetto star! Talk to the hood, claimin you gettin riches Runnin from the flags.. live my life as a ghetto star Niggaz with two strikes that don't wanna see the third, I feel you |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
Tupac:
Shit, tired of getting shot at Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested Niggas need a spot where we can kick it A spot where we belong, that's just for us Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood You na'mean? Where do niggas go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga, that's why we go to Thug Mansion That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G At Thug Mansion Tupac: A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times I once contemplated suicide and would of tried But when I held that 9, all I could see was my moma's eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Praying hard for 'Better Dayz', promise to hold on Me and my dogs ain't have a choice but to roll on We finally found a spot to kick it Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at 'Thugz Mansion' (Chorus: Anthony Hamilton) Ain't no place I'd rather be Children, dead homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. Ain't no place I'd rather be Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. 2Pac: Will I survive all the fights and the darkness? Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change? Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain? I need a place to rest my head with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go How can I be peaceful? I'm comin from the bottom Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion Chorus 2Pac: Dear Mama don't cry, your baby boy's doing good Tell the homies I'm in Heaven and they ain't got hoods Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook Drinking peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke Then some lady named Billie Holiday Sang sitting there kicking it with Malcolm, 'til the day came Little LaTasha sure grown Tell the lady in the liquor that she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cutting loose with the band Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last Picture a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than this, in Heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm asking Remember this face, save me a place, in 'Thugz Mansion' Chorus |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscing on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic for me last year It appears that I've been marked for death My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary But at times unnecessary, I'm getting worried Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic And certain death for us ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare And who cares if we survive The only time they notice a nigga is when he clutching on a four-five My neighbourhood ain't the same Cause all these little babies going crazy and they suffering in the game And I swear it's like a trap But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block (Chorus) Living life is but a dream Hard times is all we see (on my block) Every block is kinda mean But on our block we still pray But on our block we still pray Now shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops Black male slipping in hail when will we prevail Fearing jail but crack sales got me living well And the system's suicidal with this Thug's Life Staying strapped forever strapped in this drug life God help me, cause I'm starving, can't get a job So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers Mislead from childhood where I went astray Till this day I still pray for a better way Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own I close my eyes and picture home... on my block (Chorus) And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die Caught strays from AK's and the driveby Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside Cause our block is filled with danger Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers Time changes us to stone them crack pipes All up and down the block exterminating black life But I can't blame the dealers My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels Shit's real, I know you feel, my tragedy A single mother with a problem child, daddy free Hanging out picking up game, sipping cheap liquor Gamin the hoochies hoping I can get to sleep with her It's a man's world, staying strapped Fantasies of a nigga living fat, but held back Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless Wide eyed and losing focus... on my block (Chorus) And block parties in the projects lasting way past daylight A young nigga learned to break nine Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind I see the same motherfuckers balling Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call I know the young niggaz understand this Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous I reminisce on the fast times, past crimes Trying to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime Can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame And what's strange is that everybody knows my name, swear they all know me And lots of cash make a nigga change I hit the green just to maintain, feeling pain For all the niggaz that I lost to the game... from my block |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
Tupac:
Shit, tired of getting shot at Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested Niggas need a spot where we can kick it A spot where we belong, that's just for us Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood You na'mean? Where do niggas go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga, that's why we go to Thug Mansion That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G At Thug Mansion Tupac: A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times I once contemplated suicide and would of tried But when I held that 9, all I could see was my moma's eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Praying hard for 'Better Dayz', promise to hold on Me and my dogs ain't have a choice but to roll on We finally found a spot to kick it Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at 'Thugz Mansion' (Chorus: Anthony Hamilton) Ain't no place I'd rather be Children, dead homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. Ain't no place I'd rather be Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. 2Pac: Will I survive all the fights and the darkness? Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change? Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain? I need a place to rest my head with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go How can I be peaceful? I'm comin from the bottom Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion Chorus 2Pac: Dear Mama don't cry, your baby boy's doing good Tell the homies I'm in Heaven and they ain't got hoods Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook Drinking peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke Then some lady named Billie Holiday Sang sitting there kicking it with Malcolm, 'til the day came Little LaTasha sure grown Tell the lady in the liquor that she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cutting loose with the band Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last Picture a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than this, in Heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm asking Remember this face, save me a place, in 'Thugz Mansion' Chorus |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
Looking for these better dayz
'Better Dayz' Heeyyy 'Better Dayz' Got me thinking bout better dayz 'Better Dayz' , 'Better Dayz' , 'Better Dayz' Heeyy 'Better Dayz' Got me thinking bout 'Better Dayz' (Verse 1) Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live Smoking weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids wanna try now Then lie down and get ran through Nobody watches them clocking, the evil men do Faced with the demons, addicted to hearing victims screaming Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semen's Cause even our birthdays, are cursed days A born thug in the first place, the worst ways I'd love to see the block in peace With no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beasts And only we can change, it's up to us to clean up the streets It ain't the same, too many murders Too many funerals and too many tears Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years Pass by his family but what could I say? Keep your head up and try to keep the faith and pray for 'Better Dayz' (Chorus) Better dayz, Better dayz Heeyyy Better dayz Thinking bout better dayz Better dayz, Better dayz, Better dayz Heeyy Better dayz Got me thinking bout better dayz (Verse 2) Thinking back as an adolescent Who would have guessed, that in my future years I'd be stressing Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up with Trying to keep my head up and stay strong All my homies slanging yayo all day long But they wrong, so I'm solo (so low) and so broke Saving up for some Jordan's, cause they dope I got a girl and I love her but she broke too And so am I, I can't take her to the place she wanna go to So we argue and playfight, all day and night Making passionate love 'til the day light Plus we bout to get evicted, can't pay the rent Guess it's time to see who really is your friend You tell me you pregnant and I'm amazed So many blessings while we stressing looking for them 'Better Dayz' Better dayz (Chorus) Better dayz, Better dayz Heeyyy Better dayz (Oh, better dayz) Thinking bout better dayz (I'm looking for better) Better dayz, Better dayz, Better dayz Heeyy Better dayz (Oh, better dayz) Got me thinking bout better dayz (Verse 3) Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools Since back in high school we was true, me and you Only part of us separated we stay faded Affiliated with gang bangers and still made it Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him Still dressing like grown men, when rolling Out in the dark, smoking Newports, gaming marks Gotta place in my heart, homie stay smart Locked you up in the pen and gave you 3 to 10 I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends Hoping you well, I know it's Hell Doing time in the cell you need mail, when you in jail And me I'm doing cool I've settled down had a family, working and night school Every once in awhile, I reminisce And wonder how we ever came to this I miss the 'Better Dayz' Better dayz, Better dayz Heeyyy Better dayz Thinking bout better dayz Better dayz, Better dayz, Better dayz Heeyy Better dayz Got me thinking bout better dayz (Chorus to Fade) I send this one out, to all the homeboys down in uh Clinton, locked down Rikers Island, all them dudes I was uh locked up with E block, F block L I H N I C in Rikers Island Downstate All the peoples I met along the way Better Dayz is coming homeboy, keep your head up |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Dear baby you the picture of perfection Straight from your million dollar smile to my attraction to your complexion No hesitation needed; you got me inhalin the aroma of your perfume, and feelin heated I move closer to drop the lines of my introduction Hold out my hand, and grab yo' hand, now we touchin My lyrics are poetry So baby get a ticket to go with me Thugged out so you notice me It's a positive attraction; see pictures of us layin butt-naked on the beach kickin back relaxin And only you can calm, the savage beast Look in my eyes are you surprised, that it's me? I wanna make you mine I'm kissin on you tryin to make it different every time (that's right) I'm so lonely in my bedroom, lookin at the walls Withcha number in my hand, wonderin should I even call her tonight [Chorus: Jazze Pha] Anytime you like, baby you can call me Need a thug up in yo' life, never find nobody like me Cause I know what you want, and girl you know I got you You got what I need, and shorty it's all on you Baby call on me [Verse Two: 2Pac] Been gettin nuttin but bad news, ever since the day you left me I sit and wonder is there a way, you could forget me Remember my phone calls, my late visits Us havin breakfast in bed, then we straight kick it Me and you in satin sheets, 'til after two Come take a walk on the wild side, enjoy the view Whenever we collide; it's bound to be a pleasurable time Makin love 'til the early light Sweetheart don't fight the feelin Come get a shot of this plain dealin and concentrate on the ceiling It's my intention to brush up Beware of the fireworks, cause everytime we touch.. .. it's bound to be, so relax, clown with me As if you're down with me, get around and see The brother with tattoos and no fears Runnin my fingers through your hair if you call me [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2Pac] Pardon me, but let's be specific Baby cause if you down with me, nigga we can kick it And let's take trips and ride airplanes A hundred thousand dollar car on dem gold thangs, so can you hang? Cause we can be real tight (right) I got a big suite at the Hyatt, if it feel right My only wish is to be witcha You got me steady strivin to getcha Fantasizin of friendly pictures The pressure's gettin major I wonder will you answer my call, if I page ya Got me goin wild with anticipation Face to face with us locked up in strange places, what will it take Cause the heartache be heatbreak, is my prediction when you falsify and start fake, in my position I'm a careful man, but a player when I ball Got my eyes on you baby, can I call? [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
And my niggas say
We want the FAAAAME C'mon c'mon (Chorus) One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for It's been nothing but pain stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame (Verse 1: 2Pac) Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g's Stresses after battle with success comes greed They got me hot When they shot me plotted my revenge To increase my ends enemies getting dropped Win or lose red or blue we must all stay true Play the game nigga never let the game play you And for the fame niggas change fast that's a shame What's the game lost souls who controls our brain? Who can I blame? the world seems strange at times Somewhat insane I'm hoping we can change with time I'm living blinded searching for refinement Curse, I know death follows me but I murder him first And worse yet with each breathe steps I take Breathless ss there a cure for a hustler with a death wish? Cigar ashes coaster crystal glasses We mash on them jealous bastards with a ski mask I'm the first one to warn them blast it Wrapped in plastic bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws) Ain't nothing left now treated like a stepchild Was not for me nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all) Be rocking beats fake in fame (Verse 2: Kadafi) Block run and shoot slugs We throw them back like hardballs Without the gloves No love for these fake desperados And thugs I bleed to envy Smoke and blow out they blunts Sipping Henney Drunk nights and hot days Cocking my heat shooting it sideways A wife on the run full of common blunts Unconditionally married to my gun Fulfillin' my destiny on knees And ones desires be pulling all my cabbage like priors Stuck in the trance searching for something higher Fortune and fame (Chorus) (Verse 3: Kastro) Searching for fortune and fame lost in the rain A lose of the game with life the cost of the game We forcing the change mother fuck flossing the chain All the blame belongs to the part of the brain That we never use nigga plus my heart is in pain And if I ever lose homey bet I'm at it again Outlaws don't die so united we stand And if family come before all the fortune and fame (Verse 4: Napoleon) As I walk up in the crib laid to rest me head Say some rhymes to angels hope they bless my bed Hope they bless me the righteous way Got a homie locked down outta town I sent him a kite today Man that hate in your heart you gotta cleanse it dog Praying for my downfall and I can sense it dog I was passed down the street fame like glocks clocked and keep aim Was raised up with a clock box and I ran with the local street gang They say the light is faded but still shine in the dark You can easy been a man but you is a boy in your heart And that's some game that I got from generation of game In the road of life dog we need to switch up lanes Think about it (Chorus) (Verse 5: Young Noble) I can't complain I've seen my fair share of the fame It wont change me now I've got this piece of change I feel strange I got so used to the hood That when I finally got out at first it ain't feel good I was just a baby still retarded from slavery When we struggle to shovel shit ain't nobody saved me Ghetto ain't made me I made myself Poverty raised me thinking ain't no help I pray for my health my mind and my family too State of myself my grind and my family crew Where one hand watches the other no we ain't blood But we still real brothers the struggle is real nothing can steal what we build and that remains the same 'Till that day we killed and that's real Life that I was aimed to be love by my family tree That's fame to me, how about it (Chorus) |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
(You want me to do what ?) What is it ?
Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery, (I do you, you do me...haha) Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery. (Everything's legal baby, everything's legal) (Verse One: 2Pac) Picture of perfection, the object of a nigga affection Partners in passionate sex, a place to put my erection Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions Pushing permanent twisting I'm on a mission got me on the mash Tried to dig, you was screaming when I did Steady yelling out spots for me to hit, and aww shit Soon as I seen her saw us playing hide the Weiner Wanna Freak Like Me, fuck Adina Up and down is the object, side to side Make you holler out my name when a thug nigga ride, can I come inside Say you don't feel it that's a lie, you just scared to get this Penitentiary dick, the trot caught your eye when I walked by, I said, Hi But you was so shy, I can't lie, damn near stuttered when you walked by You want me to lick it and even worse Got your heart set on me going first, and that ain't no 'Fair Xchange' (Chorus) Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery, (motherfucker, mutherfucker) (hahaha yeah nigga) Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery, (mothafucker, motherfucker) (Verse Two: 2Pac) Open your legs got me watching like it's a million You tremble from the feelin look up, cause I got mirrors on the ceiling And if you willing, then we can ride until the sun shine And just for fun, I bet you I can make you cum sixty-one times Close your eyes, let me heat it up Cause when we fuck I refuse to bust a nut until I beat it up Drop the top, time to fuck while the wind blow Baby throw yo' legs out the window Remember on the balcony, bend over baby bounce on me And let me hit it where it counts and flee Remember me? 'I Get Around', and I'm haunted by my temptations Sexual participation, my motivation Even though I like the way you work it You don't deserve it cause you walk around acting like you perfect Took a while but I finally got it, and like a boss player Bitch you ain't doing me no favours, 'Fair Xchange' (Chorus) Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery (Verse Three: 2Pac) Now yo' attitude ain't realistic Yeah it's true I'm getting pussy, but baby you getting dick! And since you being laced with the penetration It's only right to show a form of appreciation Instead of faking like you can't hear the bed shaking In bed naked you so twisted think yoour legs breaking You said take it so I'm blind in my passion, how long will I last? Doggy style steady pumping on that ass, until I blast And then I laugh as we lay back See I wait 'til you asleep and that's the payback Cause you acting like you did something, giving me a piece I had you muffling your screams in the sheets, fucking with me A true digger that love triggers, a thug nigga Hustling bitches like drug dealers Before I say goodbye, put an end to all the games Here's my number for another 'Fair Xchange' Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery Fair exchange, Fair exchange ain't no robbery |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
(Chorus)
there u go.....acting like a hoe.... (I dont know why I'll be fucking wit ch'u (Pac) Was it the liqour that makes me act blind? the times I'm with her anonomous pictures of other niggas tryin to kiss her will i love her,or shall I dis her I'm sick of this scandalous shit I deal wit tryin to paint a perfect picture! My memoriez of jealousy no longer care free.... Cause so much bullshit your girlfriendz keep tellin me I'm on tour but now my bedroomz an open door so it got me thinking what am i tryin for? When I was young I was so very dumb Eager to please, a lil'Trick on a mission tryin 2 get'em a piece Me and my niggaz is Thug niggaz!, former known Drug Dealerz! We don't love bitchez!,and believe they don't love niggaz! I got'em playing my attraction But you became a distraction a threat to my paper stacking I thought you'd change, but now i know Can't turn a hoe into a house wife baby And there u go....... (Chorus) There u there u go, acting like a hoe There u there u go, acting like a hoe! there u there u go, acting like a hoe Acting like a hoe, acting like a hoe! See tha word on tha streetz you're a....hoe just a groupie on a world tour...hoe Now I find out for myself you're a...hoe Girl you need to check yourself..... (Kastro) These silly bitches got this game twisted so I don't claim'em, just bang'em... Papa raised a playa, so playa I'll play'em I got hoez, that got more hoez than me So how I look getting hooked like I ain't got G Truly, cutie, booty big! But that ain't enough And tha head make me beg, still that just ain't enough When I don't trust her, bitch be lying too much She be dying to fuck me, you be buying tha stuff.... (Young Noble) See old friend I know.. your whole M.O.'s preoccupied with mostly gettin' clown after clown town coast to coast see i been trying to stay away from sluts like you got me turned off completely by that shiesty shit that you do knew from jump you aim straight thru them spandex dont front just name spots on your body for me 2 touch while ya clutch this game i keep flowin' like h2o it aint nothin for me to say why you keep actin' like a hoe but there you go (chorus) when i first met her i told her i was busy all the time now she call me flippin' like she miss me all the time how she gonna even trip she got a man at home you need to stop chasing dick, bitch and raise your son i'm like damn we can creep sometime and you know i'm on the road for like weeks at a time girl ya thirsty and stop callin' while i'm workin' ya hurting me all this bullshit is hurtin' me girl there you go (big syke) i blame it on ya momma she need to holla at you or should i blame it on your daddy for all the thinds that you do cuz there you go just like a hoe caught in the streets like giving your number out to every nigga you meet i'm tired of games you playin', so stop playin' you hear what i'm sayin' you only good for parlayin' i'm laying down the rules, its a game that you lose so the streets can have you baby cuz i stay on the move (chorus) |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
This motherfucking life I lead, shit
A hell of motherfucking road blocks and crooked cops We still ride though What side? Westside (Verse 1: Tupac) I want money in large amounts my garage full of cars that bounce Moving my tapes in major ways cause every dollar counts Busters is jealous and half these nigas is punks They running off at the mouth 'til I fill up with my pump They jump my automatic keep them weary While you fronting like you Billy bad ass nigga you scary I been knowing you for years we was high school peers iIn Junior High I was itchin' to kill and you was ready to die While you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases Busting my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places Leaving no trace they see my face and then they buried Them bitches die in a hurry still I ride I'm never worried Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'ma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd and motherfuckers die It's not the way I wanna live my nigga it's how it is Homie got into a fight last night they killed his kids (Chorus x2) In this life I lead fiend for currency Get high off weed collect g's make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead (Verse 2: Young Noble) I ain't a killer but don't push me dog For that family I'll send that ass straight to God (what you doing nigga?) And in this life I lead I've seen the most of my 23 years My vision is blurry the money is clear Some of my peers eternally will sleep in a coffin (yeah nigga) And noble on the road I'm extremely cautious It happened that fast split second your gone At the top of my tombstone put noble is raw Outlaw 'Till I'm under the floor for Kadafi the prince I stack dough like a clock on the bricks With a watch on my wrist dog I know the time these days We outlaws we gonna die this way we already in the history books Pac made sure of that Whateva you took we taking it back You know it's all for the foundation Outlaws We still building the thug nation holler at your homie (Chorus 2x) In this life I lead Fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect g's Make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead (Verse 3: Napolean) It ain't but nothing air between us oxygen is gettin hot Got a problem mo' fag ass nigga kick rocks Now *censored* on the phone and the nigga talking crazy I don't know who to blame him or *censored* for killing babies I'm a New Jers' Devil the street created rebel Only got one shot to produce on every level This is Maximus go to the max I must Nigga I came from not much so money I clutch Uhuh Napolean the strength of strong arm With a dick they whistle and ride I put a move up on I'm a hardcore product of the ghetto Been blessed for sure to eat from out the ghetto I maneuver in the right lane quick to push back lanes Switch it to the left lane I play with my hands And I'm plotting on the fortune it's getting hot and scorching I'm thinking like a scorpion that torturing an enemy (Chorus 2x) In this life I lead Fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect g's Make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead (Verse 4) Now with this outlaw lifestyle that I've been introduced to Money and hoes keep us closer to Lucifer (what's up Kurupt) Steady seducing us and I'm all for it It's the life for me and the law cant spoil it So you can call it what the fuck you want (right) But I'm a baller alcoholic with a sawn-off pump (nigga) My mamma ain't raise no punk and even dead Pac So when I jump off I breathe for Yak Been puttin in work so I walk with a bop And it safe at home so I sleep with a glock (no mistakes) Thug living Ugh what the fuck would be better I do my dirt with the family so we dying together (Verse 5: Edi) We on a mission for mo' gangster shit on you hoes We ain't fucking with you lawyers crossing niggas up out there dough Trying to live Godzilla Edi went from a bad boy To a anybody killer Look out Wanted man guns in hand stand firm Nuts are my pride now lets burn Bound and profound going down swinging Holding my ground we the last ones breathing No stopping till we eating deep in the trenches So many killings it's senseless So in this life I lead I stay protected My god my squad and this thing in my palm Now all my hustling motherfuckers get your money Sing along (Chorus x2) In this life I lead Fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect g's Make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead This motherfucking life I lead nigga You know what time it is Westside Deathrow Dogg Pound Everybody killer Bad boy killer ?? killer Anybody killer Fuck all y'all niggas If it ain't Westside nigga it ain't Pac That's on my momma |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
[Tupac Talking]
Heavenly Father Hear a nigga down here Before I go to sleep Who do you believe in? Who do you believe in? [Tupac] I see mothers in black crying Brothers in packs dying Plus everybody's high Too doped up to ask why Watching our on downfall, witness the end It's like we don't believe in God cause we living in sin I asked my homie on the block why he strapped He laughed Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast It's just another murder Nobody mourns no more My teardrops getting bigger But can't figure what I'm crying for Is it the miniature caskets? Little babies Victims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy Maybe its just the drugs Visions of how the block was Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us Perhaps the underlying facts they hide Explain genocide It's when we ride on our own kind What is it we all fear? Reflections in the mirror We can't escape fate The end is getting nearer [Chorus] 2x Who do you believe in? I put my faith in God Blessed and still breathing And even though it's hard That's who I believe in Before I'm leaving I'm asking the grieving Who do you believe in? [Tupac] Can't close my eyes cause all I see is terror I hate the man in the mirror Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer Times of Armageddon Murder in mass amounts In this society where only getting the cash counts I started out as a beginner Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner I make my money and vacate, evade prison Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven And all the Hennessey and weed can't hide The pain I feel inside You know It's like I'm living just to die I fall on my knees and beg for mercy Not knowing if I'm worthy Living life thinking no man can hurt me So I'm asking Before I lay me down to sleep Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me My misery I rose up from the slums Made it out the flames In my search for fame Will I change? And I'm asking [Chorus] x2 [Kadafi] Faith in Allah, believe in me, and it's plastic Cause so far I done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets With they chest plates stretched like elastic And what's worse I'm on front line Holding down camp still mashing Heard my cousin One of the old heads from the block Just came home October of 95 Back in Yardville stuck with a three to five If he don't act up Now he realize If you don't stay wise Then in this game you fucked Talk to my baby girl Give me the word on what she heard One of the grimmies is snitching Diming, a stool pigeon I talked to him He said he didn't My man said he did, in fact he sure Cause he just came home off a bid [Chorus] x2 Who do you believe in? Is it Buddah, Jehova Or Jah? Or Allah? Is it Jesus? Is it God? Or is just yourself? Definitely, not to be imposed Even a demon Cause this is the joy of the movement Men, to believe in yourselves But for sure, the higher power Resides only to ride through the heart of the true From the soul, of the man For truth never has an alibi In the poetry or in this round That's what pulls our words together Just to understand That every man is his own man And only man can satisfy the man Only the soul of the man The feelings of the man The for realness of the man You can't shake the man when you feel the man You know the man And you gotta call yourself because you are that man Tupac over Female Singing Who do you believe in? (I put my faith in God) Put my faith in God, and Blessed and still breathing Even though it's hard (who do you believe in?) That's who I believe in (even though it's hard) Before I'm leaving I'm asking the grieving (who do you believe in?) Who do you believe in? Who do you? (blessed and still breathing) Oh, blessed (before I'm leaving, I'm asking the grieving) Oh, blessed (who do you be |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
Expect me nigga, like you expect Jesus to come back
Expect me nigga I'm coming ... Expect me nigga, like you expect Jesus to come back Expect me nigga I'm coming ... |
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from 2Pac 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
*church bells ring in background*
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has just released another album under the alias Makaveli. Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement. Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album; resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well. Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever and several other corny sounding motherfuckers are understandably shaken up by this release. The question everbody wants to know is -- why'd they get this nigga started? Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment but released this statement: It's not about East or West It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money, riders and punks. Which side are you on? *gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground* These niggaz is still fuckin talkin? You niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches (All day, everyday) It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers (The pump in yo' ass) This is it nigga! Killuminati style (Outlaw lifestyle) Makaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it! Allow me to introduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran Niggaz get shook like 5-0 My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride? Located world wide like the art of graffiti I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty Born on a dopefiend's titty.. huh In every city you'll find me Look for trouble right behind me My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean? I hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall This for my dogs down to die for yours Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em Cut 'em down.. to Hell is where we send 'em My whole team, trained to explode ride or die Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters And not a whimper 'til I'm gone Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong (Ha ha ha) Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy! West coast ridah, comin right behind ya Should've never fucked wit meeee I want money hoes sex and weeeed I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first! We, bomb first when we ride Please, reconsider 'fo you die We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first We, bomb first when we ride Please, reconsider 'fo you die We ain't even come to fight tonight But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first |
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from 2Pac 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
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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from 2Pac 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
Lord have mercy, father help us all
since you supplied your phone number, i can't help but call time for action, conversatin, we relaxin, kickin back got ya curious about 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 be the ? when i tongue kiss your neck, i go a long way to get you, what do you expect late night, hit the highway, drop the top i pull over, gettin busy in the parking lot picture-look 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 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 pay days no longer dre day, arive derche long and forgotten, plottin 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 gonna run to like those other suckers cuz you similiar pretendin to be hard-oh my god-check your temperature screamin compton, but you can't return, you ain't heard brothas pissed cuz you switched and escaped to the burbs mob on to this new era, cuz we untouchable still can't believe you got pac rushin, uppin you bless the real, all the rest get killed, who can you trust only time reveals...toss it up! 2pac commentary... |
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from 2Pac 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
[Dominique] Street Science, you're on the air *static*
What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? *static* [Man responds] I love Tupac's new record *static* [Dominique] Right, but don't you feel like that creates *static* a tension between East and West? *static* He's talking about killing people *static* I had sex with your wife and not in those words *static* but he's talking about I wannasee you deceased *static* Intro: Makaveli No doubt... to live and die in LA California -- what you say about Los Angeles Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun and everybody got love Verse One: Makaveli To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets Usniggaz hustle for the cash so it's hard to knok it Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces Shed tears as we bury niggaz close to heart What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on him Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson Court cases keep me guessin, plea bargain ain't an option now, so I'm stressin, cost me more to be free than a life in the pen Makin money off of cuss words, writin again Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen Late night down Sunset likin the scene What's the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell To live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing Chorus: Val Young To live and die in LA, it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Makaveli It's the, City of Angels and constant danger SouthCentral LA, can't get no stranger Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb Watchin the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe So many niggaz gettin three strikes, tossed in jail I swear the pen the right across from hell, I can't cry Cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now Livin life Thug style, so I can't smile Writin to my peoples when they ask for pictures Thinkin Cali just fun and bitches, hahaha Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's All them other niggaz copycats, these is G's I love Cali like I love woman Cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in him We might fight with each other, but I promise you this We'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed To live and die in LA (Let my angel sing) Chorus Verse Three: Makaveli Cause would it be LA without Mexicans? Black love brown pride and the sets again Pete Wilson tryin to see us all broke, I'm on some bullshit Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK Automatics rang free, niggaz lost they way Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood But reconize and it's all good, where the weed at? Niggaz gettin shermed out Snoop Dogg in this muhfucka perved out, M.O.B. Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn Dogg Pound in the Lex, wit a ounce to burn Got them Watts niggaz with me, OFTB They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me Neckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin it pay Gettin high watchin time fly, to live and die in LA (Let my angel sing) Chorus Outro: Makaveli This go out for 92.3, and 106 All the radio stations that be bumpin my shit Makin my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe This go out to all the magazines that supported me All the real motherfuckers All the stores, the mom and pop spots A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers LA, California Love part motherfuckin Two Without gay ass Dre -2002.4.21 재헌이가 투팍을 추모하며- |
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from 2Pac 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
(<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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from 2Pac 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
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 ?????? 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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from 2Pac 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
Outlaw
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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from 2Pac 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
Roll me a cigarette dog
They got me feeling crazier than a mother fucker I got Bad Azz in this motha fucka Puffin on Lye Hoping that it gets me high (Makaveli the Don, representing the Outlawz) They got a nigga goin crazy (Bad ass representing the LBC) (What cha wanna do. You know how we do it.) Time goes by Puffin on lye Hopin that it gets me high They got a nigga goin crazy I feel crazy (Tell em bout it) (Verse 1 - Tupac) Last year was a hard one But life goes on I hold my head against the wall Learning right from wrong They say my ghetto instrumental Detrimental to kids As if they can't see the misery In which they live Lately, for the outcome, damn I'm reckless Check it You don't have to bump this but please respect it I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us Turned into a plus, now they stuck living blinded Hennessy got me feelin bad Time to stop drinkin Rollin, in my drop top Jag What's that cops thinkin? Sittin in my car, watch the stars and smoke I came along way but still I got so far to go Dear mama, don't worry I'm a watch for snakes Tell Seikywa that I love her, but it's hard today I got the letter that she sent me and I cried for weeks This is what came out, when I tried to speak All I heard was (Chorus) 2x Time goes by Puffing on Lye Hoping that it get me high Got a nigga going krazy I feel krazy (Verse 2 - Tupac) 1, 2, 3, 4 I see bloods and crips runnin up in hell Lookin for a better way My brothas and sistas it's time to bail Cause even thug niggas pray Hoping God forgive me I entered the game, look how much I changed I'm no longer innocent Casualties of fame Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face When I gave her the keys to her own house This your land Your only son done became a man I'm watchin time fly I love my people do or die But I wonder why We scared to let each other fly June 1-6 7-1 The day Mama pushed me out her womb, told me nigga get paid No one can understand me The black sheep, out-casted from my family Now packin heat I run the streets A young runaway live for the day When we die I could hear ya say (Chorus) 2x Time goes by Puffing on Lye Hoping that it get me high Got a nigga going krazy I feel krazy Krazy, Krazy, Krazy (Verse 3 - Bad Azz) God help me out here Cause I'm possessed I need the root of all evil for my stress This money's like a stong prescription drug It's got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it's inflicted Something about the paper with the pictures of the presidents' head Damn it's like a motherfucking plague that spreads It's epidemic, Forgotten, forgot, and it got worse I keep my head on straight, makin money cause it's cursed Makin money makes a difference day by day So you gotta stay paid, no doubt Day in and day out This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin to live No matter how hard you try, you see death, You gotta die alotta my Peers didn't make it to these years to come Dear life doing right Or dear life leaving dumb Who has the answers? I wonder. I turn to my elders They aged and experienced, but they can't even tell ya Or tell me That there'll be light at the end of the road Why? Cause they don't even know A million thangs run through my mind You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin time You ain't gotta be in jail Remember this tune (Chorus) Feelin fucked up in this bitch Smoke half a ounce to the head. Drop the top. Indo. Hawaiian. Lansbread. Buddha. All that shit. I'm fucked up in this motha fucka. And Hennessy don't help. And Hennessy don't help. Thug passion in this motha fucka. Makaveli the Don putting it down to the fullest. Maximum overload. 3 day theory. Killuminati to your body, with the impact of a 12 gauge shoty. Doublized slugs. No love. Straight thugs. One time for my niggas in the jail cell. (One time for my niggas locked up.) One time for my niggas doin life in hell. One time for my niggas in the jail cell. (One time for my niggas locked up.) One time for my niggas doin life in hell. One time for my niggas on Death Row. (For my niggas on Death Row. West side. California syle. L.A.) One time for my niggas livin ... broke. (You know what time it is. No doubt. Get high. Puffin on lye. Wonder if it get me high. Yeah. Yeah. Crazy.) |
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from 2Pac 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
Shit, you mothafuckin right. I'm the bitch that's keepin it
live and keepin it hot when you punk ass niggas is on. Nigga, west side. What!! Bring it on. Look for me. Lost in the world in 96. Bonnie and Clyde. Me and my girlfriend doin 85 when we ride, drive in this world of sin. Born as a ghetto child. Raised in this whirlwind. Our childhood years recall the tears. Heart laced with venom. Smokin Chern, drinkin malt liquor. Father forgivin. Me and my girlfriend must of fell in love with the struggle. Hands on the steering wheel. Bust! Watch me bail out and bust em. Fuck em all. Watch em fall. Screamin. Automatic gunfire exorcisin all demons. My posse off on the side. My congragation high, ready to die. We bail out to take the jail back. Niggas united. Our first date. Can'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. Make the frontpage, primetime live on TV. Nigga, my girlfriend may be .45 but she still live. One shot makin niggas heart beats stop. What!! I'm bustin on you punk ass niggas. Run, nigga, run. I'm on your ass nigga. Run, nigga, duck and hide. I'm bustin on all you bitches. Run, nigga, yeah. West side, uh,uh,uh. Die, nigga, die. My girlfriend blacker than the darkest night. When niggas act bitch made, she got the heart to fight. Nigga, my girlfriend. Though we seperated at times, I know deep inside baby girl'll always be mine. Picked you up when you was 9. Started out my life of crime wit 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. I was too immature to understand your ways. Inexperienced back in the days. Caught so many arguments and strays. Now I realize how to treat cha. The secret to keep ya. Bein faitful cuz now cheating's leathal. We closer than the hands of time. Deeper than the drive of mankind. I trust you dearly, I shoot blindly. I time I clock figures. Droppin niggas as we rise. We all souljas and God ties. Now it's time for war. Never leave me waitin. I'm paranoid. Sleepin with you loaded by my bedside, crazy. Jealous when you hang wit the fellas. I wait patiently and long anticipated for the moment you come home. I'm watin by the phone. This is true love, I could feel it. Alot of women in my bed but you the realest. If you need me, call. I'll be there. Do it all. You're the reason I could stand tall. Me and my girlfriend. *repeat I love finger fuckin you. All of a sudden I hearin thunder when you bust a nut. Niggas be duckin. I'm takin numbers. Love to watch you at a block party beggin for drama. While unleashin on the old times. That's on my mama. I would trade my life for yours. Behind closed door, the only girl that I adore. Everything I'm askin for. Talkin to me, beggin me to just take you around. 17, like Brandy, you just wanna be down. Talkin loud. When I tell you be quiet, you move a crowd. Bustin rounds, activatin arye. That's why I love you. So no control, down to roll. Unleash. After I 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. *repeat **Lost in the world in 96. Bonnie and Clyde. Me and my girlfriend doin 85 when we ride, drive in this world of sin. Born as a ghetto child. Raised in this whirlwind. Look for me. **repeat |
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from 2Pac 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
[prison in the background while 'Pac speaks]
Yo Jackson! (8231549) Yes (?), come on down Hold the doors - let's go! 8599 (?) close it tight Lock it down [2Pac] My homeboys in Clinton and Rikers Island All the penitentiaries Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo, Sekon All the political prisoners San Quentin (who can save you).. all the jailhouses I'm with you [2Pac] Yeah One thug, one thug (How do we keep the music playing) You're listenin to the sounds of one, thuuug One thug, one thug (How do we get ahead) You're listenin to the sounds of.. [2Pac] I wake up early in the mornin, mindstate so military Suckers fantasizin pictures of a young brother buried Was it me, the weed, or this life I lead If daytime is for suckers then tonight we bleed Out for all that, knowin that this world bring drawbacks Look how this shit bump once I deliver these raw 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 livin in this game for years Why worry, hope to God, get me high when I'm buried Knowin deep inside only a few love me Come rush me to the gates of heaven, let me picture for a while How I lived for my days as a child; I wonder now How do we outlast, always get cash Stay strong if we all mash, hold ya head [Chorus: sung + 2Pac] How do we keep the music playing (yes, you got to hold ya head) How do we get ahead.. (hold your head!) Too many young black brothers are dying (yes, you got to hold ya head) Livin fast, too fast.. [2Pac] Hahaha, yo These felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop Cause these lawyers gettin money everytime they knock us Snatchin pockets lyrically, suckers flea when they notice Switched my name to Makaveli, half the rap game closed Exposed foes with my hocus pocus flows they froze Now suckers idolize my, chosen blows And mo' money mean litigatin, mo' playa hatin Got a cell at the pen for me waitin - is this my fate? Miss me with that misdemeanor thinkin, me fall back? Never that, too much tequila drinkin, we all that Make them understand me, if not I slang my posse Everyone with me is family, cause everybody's got me Watch me paint a perfect vision, this life we livin got us all meetin up in prison.. Last week I got a letter from my road dog, written in blood Saying, "Please show a playa love" - hold ya head! Hold it [Chorus] [2Pac] The weed got me tweakin in my mind, I'm thinkin.. God bless the child that can hold his 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 nothin 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 'til they capture me And my, aim is to spread mo' smiles than tears Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years Maybe Mama had it all right, rest yo' head Tradin converstion 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, watchin time pass Through the glass of my drop-top Rolls, hold ya head! [Chorus] [2Pac over Chorus] No matter how hard it get, feel me Get the weed, drink a drink, read a book Watch the stars, get some pussy, whatever.. [Chorus repeats to fade] |
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from 2Pac 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
(Gun shots)
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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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
Uhh.. dear Mr. President
Whas happenin? I'm writin you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected Ain't nothin changed All the promises you made, before you got elected.. .. they ain't came true Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President (Me and my homies is wonderin what's goin on.. holla!) Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood Send mo' troops.. Why should I lie, when I can dramatize? Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick My heaviest verse'll move a mountain Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin Fuck the friendships, I ride alone Destination Death Row, finally found a home Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin on? Figure if we high they can train us but then America fucked up and blamed up I guess it's cause we black that we targets My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit In case you don't know, I let my pump go Get ?ride for M'Thulu? like I ride for Geronimo Down to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter to the President Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops (What should I do?) Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless and young soul bros, ready to rode a starship Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt It's the only thing makin pay besides smoke and work On a mission listen more chips my goal and position First on my decision I realized the same nigga Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better But you keep, tellin us, that it is while your motherfuckin troops keep killin our kids, dig Don't be surprised if you see us Dumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke Fightin first my trained brain until it's not so It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care for a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here Me and these 223'sll freeze the biggest with ease I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees and I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
Dear Lord
As we down here, struggle for as long as we know In search of a paradise to touch (my nigga Johnny J) Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go The only place for us I know, try to make the best of bad situations Seems to be my life's story Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain And can't nobody live this life for me It's a ride y'all, a long hard ride Somebody break me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed the semen Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop From a single drop, this is what they got Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser Only plan he had for momma was to fuck her and abuse her Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me Stranded on welfare, another broken family Now what was I to be, a product of this heated passion Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of ass Look how it began, nobody gave a fuck about me Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me How can I survive? Got me askin white Jesus will a nigga live or die, cause the Lord can't see us in the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine No sunny days and we only play sometimes When everybody's sleepin I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own on the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn You can buy rocks glocks or a herringbone You can ask my man Ishmael Reed Keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pass the weed nigga That Hennessey'll keep me keyed nigga Everywhere I go niggaz holla at me, "Keep it real G" And my reply til they kill me Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise Still I (still I) I rise (I rise) Please give me to the sky (the sky) And if (and if) I die (I die) I don't want you to cry I stay sharp as always Runnin ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways Dumpin crews like two's, nigga all day Secrets of war prepare me for the worst A life that's lavish full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse But now my dreams it seeems though, be placin triple beams and things bro Diamond pinkie ring got the loot poppin out my jeans |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
Baby Don't Cry (Keep Ya Head Up II)
[2Pac] I feel you {uhh} .. (baby don't) but you can't, you can't give up {Hey.. 2Pac what?} [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {Outlawz} Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {Keep ya head up} [2Pac] Now here's a story bout a woman with dreams So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while I could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek Sheddin quiet tears in the back seat; so when she asked me, "What would you do if it was you?" Couldn't answer such a horrible pain to live through I tried to trade places in the tragedy I couldn't picture three crazed niggaz grabbin me For just a moment I was trapped in the pain, Lord come and take me Four niggaz violated, they chased and they raped me Even though it wasn't me, I could feel the grief Thinkin with your brains blown that would make the pain go No! You got to find a way to survive cause they win when your soul dies [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby please don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {never give up} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up} Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry [Edi Amin] Uhh Forget him girl (forget him girl) he ain't gon' never change I ain't no hater but that nigga lost in the game After the bright lights and big thangs he probably could loev you, but he in love with the struggle Everyday, his mind on gettin mo' (gettin mo') and never your feelings, he's chasin millions fo' sho' Uh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn) Another wild-ass nigga that's gon' drive you crazy You got too much, mo', livin to do - I'm spittin this to you, cause you deserve more than what he givin to you (that's right) Beautiful, black, precious, and complicated A new millennium dime piece, so fine she got em all stuck standin still when she come through Baby take a little mo' time, love'll find you And show us the sky's blue somebody other than me gon' give you everything you need, feel me? {Don't cry-ahhhhh..} [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright} Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {keep your head up} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up} Even when the road is hard, never give up {no no.. ohhhh} Baby don't cry [Young Noble] I'm tryin to do all that I can, from jump Now you losin, you was choosin the wrong man Dealt the wrong hand, you was young and beautiful Lost and turned out, what you let that nigga do to you? (Damn) I knew her since elementary, she blew a kiss to me Wrote me a note in crayon, wantin to get with me We was kids, now she got three kids They see their father e'ryday, and they don't know who he is Seen him last night, homey roll a E-class Mad cheese in the stash, still a deadbeat dad I bring her, Pampers and food, just to stop through But those, ain't my seeds, nuttin really I could do (nah) I feel pity for you, you ain't even his wife Seventeen with three kids, locked down for life Shoulda chose me, she bout to O.D. from the pressure Hell nah I won't let her {BABY DON'T CRY} [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright} Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby don't cry} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby baby baby} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {no..} Even when the road is hard, never give up {no-ohhhh} Baby don't cry, I gotta keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {ooooh baby} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {keep your head up} {keep your head up, never give up} Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry [Young Noble] Uhh, uhh, yeah, don't give up {you'll be alright} Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry [Edi Amin] For all the ladies {Soulshock, Karlin} Baby don't cry Got to keep your head up {keep your head up} Makaveli the Don {head up} aight? |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
[2Pac]
As the world turns.. As the world turns my niggaz grow and grow and grow and get dough and roll and ride Niggaz die and mommas cry Niggaz got alibis and suicides and homicides and three strikes and yo' life and my life and times change And niggaz fame, as the world turns.. Though I walk thru the valley of hell the shadow follows me Wisdom hard to swallow tomorrow expect apologies You probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me I pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me And still, the best of us build, and reach monetary gains Some of us kill, but still, most of us can change if we search deeper, god bless the hustler, curse the first sleeper Enemies get beside me, flows go deeper inside We we ride plots keep all my enemies blinded Time will soon show, a thought can last for years Outshinin them fakes smile plastic tears like last year, niggaz stuck in the past, and it's clear Just some busta ass bastards allergic to cash this year Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-B Killin bustaz is my motherfuckin job, him or me Lyrically fatally driven, niggaz reported missin My competition dead or in prison, as the world turns... Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background) (Turns.. turns, turns, turns, and turns My niggaz grow and grow and grow and gettin dough and dough and dough from this state to that state from this cell to that cell, as the world turns) As the world keeps turnin round and round It's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin [Young Noble] As the world turn burnin paths, starin through my rearview It's a war goin on, and the President is in too I hear Tu-Pac sayin, "Watch em they'll kill you" Sippin Thug Passion, scrub actin like he feel you Steady plottin, ready or not; Outlawz lost but not forgotten, from Gittere to Compton A spitter of the hotness, long timeness So like six I ain't never been rich I need cream, to buy Ellene a dream house She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlawww [Napoleon] Another lonely nigga with a 12-gage pump with a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, fuck these punks Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf I ride or die for Makaveli the legendary war thug nigga Kadafi betta unslug this nigga, Seike betta undrug this nigga Out of the buildin we street children with no souls Our hearts gon' stay cold, the war gon' stay on We serve em, like Pac told us to, catch em wet with the tec Hit em in the neck and watch him die like he supposed to Napoleon the front line soldier, front times over Rider for the mightly dollar rather drunk or sober Nigga talkin thug walkin all through yo' squad Y'all niggaz scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie Better be prepared than try to dunk away from these strays homie Worlds turn, thangs burn, all in one shot Rest in peace to the fallen soldiers, all that we got As the world turns.. Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background) (And my niggaz roll and ride, hahaha Niggaz gettin swoll out And it don't stop and it don't quit That real shit! As the world turns.. Niggaz die for How many you niggaz try for this? As the world turns Murderin methods.. haha OUTLAW!) As the world keeps turnin round and round It's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin As the world keeps turnin round and round It's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. [E.D.I. Amin] Only haters caught feelings, when my homie caught millions And acquired the desired status of boss livin We cross driven, cornered into a life that's hellish Payin our dues with bloodshed, ain't shit y'all could tell us Fellas - mount up, it's time for battle, it's on now Two worlds collidin armies ridin soldiers, gone wild Sometimes I think my glory days was back in my youth I sought too for family, but I got it lost in these ounces Now as the world turns court adjourns, I'm sentenced to burn The cost of my sins too much, nuttin left to earn [Kadafi] October 9th 1977 first day out my baby carriage Married my Mack-11 hit the block playin Only five years up in this bitch, poppa runnin from the Feds Puttin peanut butter on the walls to hide his prints Me on my own, not yet grown but only man of the home to protect my zone in these streets I roam Dough on d-low, downin straight shots of Cristal Brothers Hundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, fuck eighth I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state Got the drop on the spot, movin pounds of weight Fuck my fate and lots of loot to burn, a hustler's yearn for this dirty money earned as this crooked world turns Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper (repeats as Tupac speaks) [2Pac] Hahaha.. as the world turns.. and turns and turns and turns.. haha This for the soldiers out there involved in the everyday struggle Hopin to bubble, keep on hustlin, as the world turns Money come and go, hoes come and go, foes come and go Friends come and go.. my soldiers, stay eternal Outlaw Immortalz, dedicated I send this to black Jesus, only he can feed us When you need us, as the world turns Throw this shit in the deck, hahah Niggaz gettin chin checked From the East to the West best to wear a vest Nigga we ain't the ones to test, fuck you As the world turns Outlaw ridahs, Mutah right beside us Camillion, wanna make a million Haha legit, as the world turns.. haha.. Burn baby burn [Napoleon] A lot of niggaz get burned as the world turns A lot of niggaz gettin burned as the world turns.. Gettin burned as the world turns |
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Subject : 발매 20주년을 맞은 투팍(2Pac)의 [All Eyez on Me]
