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from 2Pac - Nu-Mixx Klassics [remix] (2003)
(Snoop) Up out of there
(Tupac) *chuckles* Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party (Snoop) Pump that up G (Tupac) Ahh shit, you done fucked up now -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)You done put two of America's most wanted in the same motherfuckin place at the same -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)motherfuckin time, hahahahah Y'all niggaz about to feel this -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin condoms Have one on us aight? -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (2Pac) Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs (Snoop) Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome Free Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit (2Pac) So now they got us laced Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin cases (mmm) Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown I'm Losin My Religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish (Snoop) I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamer but my dream is to own a fly casino like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherfucker (2Pac) Now follow as we riiiiide Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the West side And I can make you famous Niggaz been dyin for years, so how could they blame us I live in fear of a felony I never stop bailin these, motherfuckin G's If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted Chorus: -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party... Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party -Nuthin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (2Pac) Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief Better be prepared when you cowards fuck wit me I bust and flea, these niggaz must be crazy what?? There ain't no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the Thugs (hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear Bow down in the presence of a boss player (Snoop) It's like cuz, blood, gangbangin Everybody in the party doin dope slangin You got to have papers in this world You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl Ya doing ya job, every day And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids (2Pac) They tell me not to roll with my glock So now I gotta throw away Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day They wonder how I live, with five shots Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block Schemes for currency and doe related Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it No answers to questions, I'm tryin to get up on it My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted Chorus (w/ variations to end) |
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from 2Pac - Live [live] (2005)
(Snoop) Up out of there
(Tupac) *chuckles* Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party (Snoop) Pump that up G (Tupac) Ahh shit, you done fucked up now -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)You done put two of America's most wanted in the same motherfuckin place at the same -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)motherfuckin time, hahahahah Y'all niggaz about to feel this -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin condoms Have one on us aight? -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (2Pac) Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs (Snoop) Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome Free Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit (2Pac) So now they got us laced Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin cases (mmm) Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown I'm Losin My Religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish (Snoop) I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamer but my dream is to own a fly casino like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherfucker (2Pac) Now follow as we riiiiide Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the West side And I can make you famous Niggaz been dyin for years, so how could they blame us I live in fear of a felony I never stop bailin these, motherfuckin G's If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted Chorus: -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party... Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party -Nuthin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (2Pac) Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief Better be prepared when you cowards fuck wit me I bust and flea, these niggaz must be crazy what?? There ain't no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the Thugs (hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear Bow down in the presence of a boss player (Snoop) It's like cuz, blood, gangbangin Everybody in the party doin dope slangin You got to have papers in this world You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl Ya doing ya job, every day And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids (2Pac) They tell me not to roll with my glock So now I gotta throw away Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day They wonder how I live, with five shots Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block Schemes for currency and doe related Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it No answers to questions, I'm tryin to get up on it My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted Chorus (w/ variations to end) |
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from 2Pac - The Prophet: The Best Of The Works... (2005)
(Snoop) Up out of there
(Tupac) *chuckles* Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party (Snoop) Pump that up G (Tupac) Ahh shit, you done fucked up now -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)You done put two of America's most wanted in the same motherfuckin place at the same -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)motherfuckin time, hahahahah Y'all niggaz about to feel this -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin condoms Have one on us aight? -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (2Pac) Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs (Snoop) Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome Free Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit (2Pac) So now they got us laced Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin cases (mmm) Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown I'm Losin My Religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish (Snoop) I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamer but my dream is to own a fly casino like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherfucker (2Pac) Now follow as we riiiiide Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the West side And I can make you famous Niggaz been dyin for years, so how could they blame us I live in fear of a felony I never stop bailin these, motherfuckin G's If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted Chorus: -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party... Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party -Nuthin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (2Pac) Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief Better be prepared when you cowards fuck wit me I bust and flea, these niggaz must be crazy what?? There ain't no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the Thugs (hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear Bow down in the presence of a boss player (Snoop) It's like cuz, blood, gangbangin Everybody in the party doin dope slangin You got to have papers in this world You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl Ya doing ya job, every day And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids (2Pac) They tell me not to roll with my glock So now I gotta throw away Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day They wonder how I live, with five shots Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block Schemes for currency and doe related Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it No answers to questions, I'm tryin to get up on it My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted Chorus (w/ variations to end) |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
(Snoop) Up out of there
(Tupac) *chuckles* Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party (Snoop) Pump that up G (Tupac) Ahh shit, you done fucked up now -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)You done put two of America's most wanted in the same motherfuckin place at the same -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)motherfuckin time, hahahahah Y'all niggaz about to feel this -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin condoms Have one on us aight? -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (2Pac) Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs (Snoop) Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome Free Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit (2Pac) So now they got us laced Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin cases (mmm) Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown I'm Losin My Religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish (Snoop) I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamer but my dream is to own a fly casino like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherfucker (2Pac) Now follow as we riiiiide Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the West side And I can make you famous Niggaz been dyin for years, so how could they blame us I live in fear of a felony I never stop bailin these, motherfuckin G's If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted Chorus: -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party... Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party -Nuthin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (2Pac) Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief Better be prepared when you cowards fuck wit me I bust and flea, these niggaz must be crazy what?? There ain't no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the Thugs (hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear Bow down in the presence of a boss player (Snoop) It's like cuz, blood, gangbangin Everybody in the party doin dope slangin You got to have papers in this world You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl Ya doing ya job, every day And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids (2Pac) They tell me not to roll with my glock So now I gotta throw away Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day They wonder how I live, with five shots Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block Schemes for currency and doe related Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it No answers to questions, I'm tryin to get up on it My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted Chorus (w/ variations to end) |
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from 2Pac 2집 - Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993)
Yeah hehehahaha, we goin platinum nigga! Plaahahatinum.
(Stretch) Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this motherfucker My nigga Apache up in this motherfucker (Verse One: 2Pac) My Mossberg goes boom, gimme room, can I catch it Talkin quick and then I vic just tryin to keep from gettin blasted I had enough I put a hit upon them bastards Boo-yaa! Turned a snitch into a casket Now they after me, prowling for a niggaz bucks Time to see, who's the G, with the bigger nuts Buck buck, big up and livin reckless Niggaz with a death wish step in with a Tec and I'll wet this Yeah this shit is hyper Two to one I'm writing representing and I'm striking like a viper Huh, I got my mind made up, I got my nine Ring the alarm, and strong arm must run Some niggaz need to feel me with a passion I'm old fashioned, run up on me nigga and get blasted With five deadly venomz (Stretch) Yeah 'Pac, fuck that, still hittin em up with that old deadly shit. Aiyyo Treach where you at? Step up and hit they ass up with the wickedness. (Verse Two: Treach) We come to hit you with a sock full of Brooklyn to the Onyx of your nose, punk is funky like skunk blunts Stunk like funk cunt I come to take you on a war rough and rugged route And if another doubts I blow your fuckin mother out And that's the street scarred style I shout I'm-de-MC-wit-de-nasty-mouf, and kick the bitch out Sue me? I pay the lawyer for ya oh boy yeah Plus my style's ten to twenty fuckin pounds more I take you quicker than a picture of a punk ya pickin shit pickin pockets with a razor stoppin Russian rockets Not shoplift, I'm liftin shop Once you sound hot, cause if you ain't a perfect ten my sign is stop! It's twenty mother-crooked-fuckin styles in em Like women I did em I'm in for deadly ready venom (Verse Three: Majesty of Live Squad) Yeah, as I take a puff I get rough, Big Maj To put it on, can't none come tougher see I'm down with the sound of the Squad hard, boom! Breakin em down, I make em see their doom Coming straight from the dome where I roam it's a job to rob and steal and runnin from the coppers Who hold a, boulder, turn the gun controller Started from a punk now to be a high roller Youngest, reckless, crazy, disaster Mac-11 blaster, and I run faster Than a lot of cops I can't be stopped till my head gets popped A lot of fuckin bodies will drop It's a disaster, I'm coming for the blood splatter I make you scatter, leavin trails of brains and bladders Blowin em out the frame with no shame Game tight, drop a body then get out of sight Count my loot after I shoot, leave my kicks up and it's something I don't wanna do, somethin that I never did I try to get him, I think I hit em, I lit him He's out! A poison, a deadly venom (Stretch) Yeah Maj, fuck that! You know how we do. KnowhatI'msayin? Squad in effect, YG'z in effect. Now you know a nigga like me gotta represent (Verse Four: Stretch of Live Squad) Once again, back to rip shit, quick on the flip tip The psycho, represent the real to take the mic flow Deadly, rock a head G, check the melody Niggaz can't touch me when I wreckin G you better flee Cause I'm gifted with a jab and a forty-four Mag So nigga flip or take a trip in a body bag Uhh, boom you slipped up, now you're zipped up Yeah one more statistic, fronted and got ripped up No joke, you be yolk, no matter how it sound We're taking over eight niggaz back to the stomping grounds Line em up single file, dome runnin in em A nigga hit em with the venom, the fourth deadly venom (Stretch) Nigga, yaknowhatI'msayin? Fuck that! I told you, we takin over, yo 'Pac. (Verse Five: 2Pac) Five deadly venomz verse five be the livest Strugglin and strive, keep a nine in my waistline Take mine, you better bury me, G Punk ass niggaz don't even worry me, see I got a glock that say 'Pac run the block Fuck the cops cause my gauge gets me... PAID As I sit and reminesce about the old days Hugging on my AK, fuck getting played, hey I say niggaz need to get they mind right Until they do I pop a clip and grip my nine tight Now it's on everday could be my last day That's why I blast on they ass as I past let the glass spray First you had a mouth full of fronts Now you're mouth's full of chunks, Pac's out puffin blunts Deadly venomz (Stretch) Hahaha, yeah pass that shit over here. Apache bout to clean shit up. (Verse Six: Apache) Throw up your middle finger! Start the track for the maniac Only thing I'm givin out is black donuts and dirty backs Let me tell how you rough I get I pop shit behind your back get in your face and pop the same shit You can't get in because my gate's bigger I'ma snake nigga My act guards me so hard I pull the fuckin trigger I'm a section to clinch your porch is like a pinch Test a rhyme I'll knock your hairline back an inch Fuckin up pooh-butts, cut em like cold cuts Choke em with my boot lace, then leave em hangin like old nuts Clip up and move out, time to get em That's the results of fuckin with the fifth venom in denim (Stretch) Yeah, yaknowhatI'msayin? Five motherfuckin deadly venomz, in effect for ninety-three ninety-four ninety-five all that other shit. We takin this motherfucker over this larger hit. YaknowhatI'msayin? Follow us, come along. YaknowhatI'msayin? We takin this motherfucker over. TRUST. We out. |
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from 2Pac - The Lost Tapes (2000)
(Ray Tyson)
Postal border was makin' me mad So I get up in my cruiser, broke out of the pad Rolled to the West Side to check out my boys Twenty brothers in the park, all bringin' the noise Stepped out the car, Levi's saggin' Gold around my neck with my limb-walk laggin' Walked up on my boys with the old E chillin' The box with the big beats and my boys started illin' A hoop game started so I jump in Had the hoods' toughest team so I just had to win Diz to the outside, 2Pac up the center A ten minute game and we were the winners The boys started smackin', talkin' that slack and till he see my posse and the suckers started backin' Tried to say we cheat, because he got beat Another lightweight sucker that can handle defeat People wonder why I choose to live the hype It's not to understand, it's just a day in the life Kick it - it's just a day in the life (2Pac) Finally I'm on vacation and school is through So here I am, on Monday mornin' with nothin' to do Tried to get outta my bed, but I can't move Ya see I'm stuck to my matress like crazy glue So there I lay, for half the day just thinkin' Got up to brush my teeth cause my breath started stinkin' But I was all alone so it wasn't no thing Got up to take a shower and heard the phone ring Picked it up, the salutations, little bit frustrations Who could be disturbin' me on my vacation? Speakin' on the phone in an aggravatin' tone Now I know what Michael meant by leave me alone So I'm askin' who is it? and the answer shocks me It was the voice of my homeboy Roc-T Him and Dizzy had been waitin' for me Had a show at three and now I'm late as can be Said I have to take a shower, I'll go ahead and take it If I leave within the hour, I still might make it I'm rollin' in a sweatsuit, wasn't tryin' to get cute Hopped on to the stage and said: "Sorry that I kept you" I started rappin', girls started clappin' Couldn't wait to finish so I could start mackin' Jumped off stage, picked up the girl for the night Huh, that's how I'm livin', a day in the life, come on A day in the life (Ray Tyson) Stretch white limo hits the colessium A crowd full of people sayin: "I can't wait to see him" Who is in the limo, who are they talkin' about? Strictly Dope in the house, hear to turn the party out We get out the car and can barely stand Cause everywhere I look are screamin' fans Girls on my tip but I really don't sweat 'em They'll tear my new clothes if your bodygurad'll let 'em Hit backstage with two minutes to spare Just enough time to grip a breath of fresh air We hear the introduction, the audience is loud I stepped out on the stage and then I moved the crowd Winners all over, we tried to leave the scene but there's a whole crowd of people at the limousine Pen and paper in my face, I couldn't be mean So I was signin' autographs at the age of seventeen People wonder why I choose to live the hype It's not hard to understand, it's just a day in the life Kick it - it's a day in the life Kick it, kick it, kick it (2Pac) Coolin' with my posse at the neighborhood disco Talkin' to a cutie as I'm sippin' on my cisco Askin' me to dance but I keep on sayin' "No" Hate to dance fast, I only like to do it slow Dizzy's on the dance floor, funky, funky motion Girl keeps on sweatin' me with sexual kind of totions Roc is signin' autographs makin' girlies dizzy Crowd sweatin' Strictly Dope cause we're gettin' busy Suckers wanna battle us, we move in silence Strictly Dope is positive, we're tryin' to stop the violence Started feel tipsy, I'm lookin' for the door The Cisco had me dizzy, I stumbled to the floor And more I try to sit up, the less I seem to get up My stomach starts to turn and my head feels wit' up The room begins to spin, I pass out for the night Just another way of livin' a day in the life, kick it (Ray Tyson & 2Pac) Knew I was a genius, soon as you seen this Avoid hoe's value, don't have to redeem this Teenage terror, no room for error A girl start dissin', and I SCARE HER!! Risin' like inflation on your favorite station Rap is my forte and my recreation Girls wanna kiss me, suckers wanna diss me My mother didn't want me to be, but I'ma emcee The ladies desire, emcees admire That's why many hate me and call me liar Hoods of the hype-tip, girls on the ill-trip I'm through rockin' this whack, so that's it I am the high type, my style is so right It's not hard to understand, it's just a day in the life |
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from 2Pac - The Lost Tapes (2000)
(Ray Tyson)
Postal border was makin' me mad So I get up in my cruiser, broke out of the pad Rolled to the West Side to check out my boys Twenty brothers in the park, all bringin' the noise Stepped out the car, Levi's saggin' Gold around my neck with my limb-walk laggin' Walked up on my boys with the old E chillin' The box with the big beats and my boys started illin' A hoop game started so I jump in Had the hoods' toughest team so I just had to win Diz to the outside, 2Pac up the center A ten minute game and we were the winners The boys started smackin', talkin' that slack and till he see my posse and the suckers started backin' Tried to say we cheat, because he got beat Another lightweight sucker that can handle defeat People wonder why I choose to live the hype It's not to understand, it's just a day in the life Kick it - it's just a day in the life (2Pac) Finally I'm on vacation and school is through So here I am, on Monday mornin' with nothin' to do Tried to get outta my bed, but I can't move Ya see I'm stuck to my matress like crazy glue So there I lay, for half the day just thinkin' Got up to brush my teeth cause my breath started stinkin' But I was all alone so it wasn't no thing Got up to take a shower and heard the phone ring Picked it up, the salutations, little bit frustrations Who could be disturbin' me on my vacation? Speakin' on the phone in an aggravatin' tone Now I know what Michael meant by leave me alone So I'm askin' who is it? and the answer shocks me It was the voice of my homeboy Roc-T Him and Dizzy had been waitin' for me Had a show at three and now I'm late as can be Said I have to take a shower, I'll go ahead and take it If I leave within the hour, I still might make it I'm rollin' in a sweatsuit, wasn't tryin' to get cute Hopped on to the stage and said: "Sorry that I kept you" I started rappin', girls started clappin' Couldn't wait to finish so I could start mackin' Jumped off stage, picked up the girl for the night Huh, that's how I'm livin', a day in the life, come on A day in the life (Ray Tyson) Stretch white limo hits the colessium A crowd full of people sayin: "I can't wait to see him" Who is in the limo, who are they talkin' about? Strictly Dope in the house, hear to turn the party out We get out the car and can barely stand Cause everywhere I look are screamin' fans Girls on my tip but I really don't sweat 'em They'll tear my new clothes if your bodygurad'll let 'em Hit backstage with two minutes to spare Just enough time to grip a breath of fresh air We hear the introduction, the audience is loud I stepped out on the stage and then I moved the crowd Winners all over, we tried to leave the scene but there's a whole crowd of people at the limousine Pen and paper in my face, I couldn't be mean So I was signin' autographs at the age of seventeen People wonder why I choose to live the hype It's not hard to understand, it's just a day in the life Kick it - it's a day in the life Kick it, kick it, kick it (2Pac) Coolin' with my posse at the neighborhood disco Talkin' to a cutie as I'm sippin' on my cisco Askin' me to dance but I keep on sayin' "No" Hate to dance fast, I only like to do it slow Dizzy's on the dance floor, funky, funky motion Girl keeps on sweatin' me with sexual kind of totions Roc is signin' autographs makin' girlies dizzy Crowd sweatin' Strictly Dope cause we're gettin' busy Suckers wanna battle us, we move in silence Strictly Dope is positive, we're tryin' to stop the violence Started feel tipsy, I'm lookin' for the door The Cisco had me dizzy, I stumbled to the floor And more I try to sit up, the less I seem to get up My stomach starts to turn and my head feels wit' up The room begins to spin, I pass out for the night Just another way of livin' a day in the life, kick it (Ray Tyson & 2Pac) Knew I was a genius, soon as you seen this Avoid hoe's value, don't have to redeem this Teenage terror, no room for error A girl start dissin', and I SCARE HER!! Risin' like inflation on your favorite station Rap is my forte and my recreation Girls wanna kiss me, suckers wanna diss me My mother didn't want me to be, but I'ma emcee The ladies desire, emcees admire That's why many hate me and call me liar Hoods of the hype-tip, girls on the ill-trip I'm through rockin' this whack, so that's it I am the high type, my style is so right It's not hard to understand, it's just a day in the life |
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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 - The Prophet: The Best Of The Works... (2005)
(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 - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
(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 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 - Live [live] (2005)
You probably crooked as the last trick
want to laugh about how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch? Thinking I had her but she had me in the long run Its just my luck I'm stuck fuckin with wrong one, uh Wise decisions based on lies we living Skandalous times is games like my religion You could be rolling with a thug Instead you with this sweet scrub Looking for some love In every club, I see you standing like you want it Well baby if ya got it better flaunt it Let the liquor help you get up on it I'm still tipsy from last night Bumpin in walls as I pause Addicted to the fast life I try to holler but you tell me you're taken Sayin you ain't impressed with the money I'm make Guess its true what they telling me Fresh out of jail lights hell for a black celebrity So that's the reason why I call And maybe you with it Fantasies of the sweatin Can I hit it? (hahaha) Addicted to the things you do Its still true what I'm saying Boo Cause this is All About you Every other city we go Every other video (its all about you) No matter where I go I see the same hoe [repeat] I'll make a promise if ya go with me Just let me know, I'll have you hollering My name out before I leave Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga I only hang out with the criminals and the drug dealers I love niggas Cause we coming from the same place Witness me holler 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 smokes in the air Everywhere I go, its all about the groupie hoes waiting for niggas at the end of every show I just seen ya in my friends video Never put you on my friends so here we go Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm going through It's All About you (Yeah nigga, its All About U) [Chorus 2X] Is you sick from the dick or is it the flu? It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew Every other city we go and every video Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe You think it's all about you? Well, boo, I gets down like Dru and my nasty new niggas, too You couldn't hold me back It'll take a fatter track, a lyrical attack Or perhaps it was a visual bluff When I started to snaps all your ?? Straight in control ?Flows are full? Why hold a cold stroll? Coldest set I told you I'm as gold And that's gold diggin Cold diggin a ?? I slide in easily Dried up easily Sluts know the cuts I came to fuck Try squeazin me Runnin up in this It's like ?? when I bring ya the most I fuck a bitch from the West coast [Chorus 4X] (You know what I'm saying?) Every other city we go I see the same hoes In the studio, that kickin it in the video It's gotta be the same ass and thighs But you's a groupie baby, and don't look surprised I can see it in your eyes, that you ain't nothing but a trick Hanging with us, for some superstar dick Want an autograph placed on her napkin After she asks "Ain't you the Top Dogg and don't you be rappin?" She know what's crackin Peep shows like Luke From the limos, down to the Lexus coupes We be flossin, and all females love that Especially when you're dope, platinum, and your own ? So when I met you I really didn't have to say much Cause me alone Just made you want to taste and touch Don't be trippin if I run up in you and your whole crew I'ma still let you know girl, that it's all about you |
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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)
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 - Nu-Mixx Klassics [remix] (2003)
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 - The Prophet: The Best Of The Works... (2005)
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 - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
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 - 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 - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
2Pac]Ahh yeah
[Down] Yeauhh! [2Pac] It’s all about you, one time! [Down] I’ma say it’s all about you baby, yeah [2Pac] Haha, for the bitches that think it’s all about you It’s all about you [Down] This Dru Down in the house, with my boy ’Pizznac YouknowhatI’msayin? [2Pac] It’s all about you [Down] Yeah I’m gon’ say it’s all about you but you know I’m lyin though, hah! Yeauhh [2Pac] You probably crooked as the last trick; want it light but how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch Thinkin I had her but she had me in the long run It’s just my luck I’m stuck with fuckin with the wrong one, uh! Wise decisions, based on lies we livin Scandalous times, this game’s like my religion You could be rollin with a thug Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin for some love In every club, I see you starin like you want it Well baby if you got it better flaunt it Let the liquor help you get up on it I’m still tipsy from last night Bumpin these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life I try to holla but you tell me you taken Sayin you ain’t impressed, with the money I’m makin Guess it’s true what they tellin me Fresh out of jail, life’s Hell for a black, celebrity So that’s the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit Fantansies of us sweatin, can I hit it? (Hahaha) Addicted to the things you do, but still true What I’m sayin Boo, is this is all about you [Nate Dogg] Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe (Yeah nigga, ha ha ha ha!) Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe [2Pac] I make a promise if you go with me, just let me know I’ll have you hollerin my name out before I leave Nobody loves me I’m a thug nigga; I only hung out with the criminals and the drug dealers, I love niggaz cause we comin from the same place Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takes How can I tell her I’m a playa, and I don’t even care Creep though, weed smoke’s into the air Everywhere I go, it’s all about the groupie hoes waitin for niggaz at the end, of every show I just seen you in my friend’s, video Could never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go Follow the leader and peep the drama that I’m goin through.. It’s all about you.. hahaha, yeah nigga! It’s all about you! [Nate Dogg] Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe [Outlawz] Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu? It ain’t about you or your bitch ass crew Every other city we go and every video Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe You think it’s all about you? Well Boo I gets Down like Dru and my nasty new niggaz, too You couldn’t hold me back, it’d take a fatter track A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff When I started to snaps all your rode ’em swoll Straight in control, flows’ll fold, while hoes cold stroll Hold the set, I told Dramacy’ go in next Golddiggin, cold diggin a gold Rolex I slide in easily, try a grizzly Sluts know the cuts, I came to fuck, try skeezin me Runnin up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya At the most, I fucked a bitch from the West Coast to West Virginia [Nate Dogg] Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It’s all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o No matter where I go, I see the same hoe [Snoop Doggy Dogg *speaking over last two lines*] I’m tellin ya, it’s the same ol’ shit I mean.. god damn, youknowhatI’msayin? I’m sittin back, watchin Montell Jordan video I see the same bitch, who was in, my homeboy Nate Dogg video Then I flip the channel I’m checkin out my homeboy Tupac video I see the same bitch that was in my video, yaknahmsayin? And then yaknahmsayin what make that even mo’ fucked up I’m watchin a Million Man March And I see the same bitch, on the Million Man March that was in, the homeboy Warren G video! I mean, damn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go I see the same hoe Don’t get mad, I’m only bein real Yeah |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
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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 - Nu-Mixx Klassics [remix] (2003)
(2Pac *singing in background* 2X)
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle!!) (2Pac *speaking over background*) Now you know how we do it like a G What really go on in the mind of a nigga that get down for theirs Constantly, money over bitches (2Pac *singing in background starts to overlap/repeat*) I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah Police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah.. (2Pac *speaking over background*) Not bitches over money Stay on your grind nigga My ambitions as a ridah! My ambitions as a ridah! (2Pac) So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars This life as a rap star is nothin without heart Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public My attitude was, Fuck it, cause motherfuckers love it To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her while she hot, and horny, go up inside her Then I spit some game in her ear, Go to the tele hoe You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke I'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual From hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishin Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!) I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted Now it's on and it's on because I said so Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah) Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night Got problems then handle it, motherfuckers see me These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya Hopin you listen I catch you payin attention to my amibitions as a ridah Chorus: 2Pac (singing) I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me (singing) My ambitions as a ridah (singing) Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G (Tupac) (I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah) Peep it.. it was my only wish to rise above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life (yeah nigga!) That's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill So open fire, I see you kill me (that's all you niggaz got?) witness my steel Spittin at adversaries envious and after me I'd rather die before they catchin me, watch me bleed Mama come rescue me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts I'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught (Shoot!) Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah Chorus (Tupac) My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleeds niggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed Blast me but they didn't finish, (buck buck buck buck buck) didn't diminish my powers so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards That's why they tried to set me up Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary For money, I'll have these motherfuckers buried (I been) gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it Knowin when I get out, they gon' feel it Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside the cry from all your people when they find her Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it Revenge on them niggaz that played me, and all the cowards that was down widdit Now it's yo' nigga right beside ya Hopin you listenin, catch you payin attention to my ambitions as a ridah Chorus 2.5X |
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from 2Pac - Live [live] (2005)
(2Pac *singing in background* 2X)
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle!!) (2Pac *speaking over background*) Now you know how we do it like a G What really go on in the mind of a nigga that get down for theirs Constantly, money over bitches (2Pac *singing in background starts to overlap/repeat*) I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah Police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah.. (2Pac *speaking over background*) Not bitches over money Stay on your grind nigga My ambitions as a ridah! My ambitions as a ridah! (2Pac) So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars This life as a rap star is nothin without heart Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public My attitude was, Fuck it, cause motherfuckers love it To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her while she hot, and horny, go up inside her Then I spit some game in her ear, Go to the tele hoe You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke I'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual From hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishin Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!) I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted Now it's on and it's on because I said so Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah) Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night Got problems then handle it, motherfuckers see me These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya Hopin you listen I catch you payin attention to my amibitions as a ridah Chorus: 2Pac (singing) I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me (singing) My ambitions as a ridah (singing) Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G (Tupac) (I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah) Peep it.. it was my only wish to rise above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life (yeah nigga!) That's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill So open fire, I see you kill me (that's all you niggaz got?) witness my steel Spittin at adversaries envious and after me I'd rather die before they catchin me, watch me bleed Mama come rescue me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts I'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught (Shoot!) Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah Chorus (Tupac) My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleeds niggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed Blast me but they didn't finish, (buck buck buck buck buck) didn't diminish my powers so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards That's why they tried to set me up Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary For money, I'll have these motherfuckers buried (I been) gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it Knowin when I get out, they gon' feel it Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside the cry from all your people when they find her Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it Revenge on them niggaz that played me, and all the cowards that was down widdit Now it's yo' nigga right beside ya Hopin you listenin, catch you payin attention to my ambitions as a ridah Chorus 2.5X |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
(2Pac *singing in background* 2X)
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle!!) (2Pac *speaking over background*) Now you know how we do it like a G What really go on in the mind of a nigga that get down for theirs Constantly, money over bitches (2Pac *singing in background starts to overlap/repeat*) I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah Police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah.. (2Pac *speaking over background*) Not bitches over money Stay on your grind nigga My ambitions as a ridah! My ambitions as a ridah! (2Pac) So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars This life as a rap star is nothin without heart Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public My attitude was, Fuck it, cause motherfuckers love it To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her while she hot, and horny, go up inside her Then I spit some game in her ear, Go to the tele hoe You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke I'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual From hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishin Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!) I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted Now it's on and it's on because I said so Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah) Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night Got problems then handle it, motherfuckers see me These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya Hopin you listen I catch you payin attention to my amibitions as a ridah Chorus: 2Pac (singing) I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me (singing) My ambitions as a ridah (singing) Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G (Tupac) (I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah) Peep it.. it was my only wish to rise above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life (yeah nigga!) That's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill So open fire, I see you kill me (that's all you niggaz got?) witness my steel Spittin at adversaries envious and after me I'd rather die before they catchin me, watch me bleed Mama come rescue me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts I'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught (Shoot!) Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah Chorus (Tupac) My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleeds niggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed Blast me but they didn't finish, (buck buck buck buck buck) didn't diminish my powers so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards That's why they tried to set me up Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary For money, I'll have these motherfuckers buried (I been) gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it Knowin when I get out, they gon' feel it Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside the cry from all your people when they find her Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it Revenge on them niggaz that played me, and all the cowards that was down widdit Now it's yo' nigga right beside ya Hopin you listenin, catch you payin attention to my ambitions as a ridah Chorus 2.5X |
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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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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 - Baby Don'T Cry [single] (2000)
(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 - Baby Don'T Cry [single] (2000)
(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 - Baby Don'T Cry [single] (2000)
(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 - Baby Don'T Cry [single] (2000)
(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 [Explicit Version] (2000)
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 lives on {head up} aight?
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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 - 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 - 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 - Loyal To The Game (2004)
(Intro: 2Pac)
Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Robbin' Black Cotton in God's eyes Speak (Verse 1) Black Cotton Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's Class is in session the worst question is the first question Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave Never got paid but still we slave (In the nine tre') Answer that then answer this too- Loves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a bitch true You best to backtrack and try to act black and live Not to be phony and positive but why be negative? What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?) Dum dum diddy is it me? Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets If not peace then at least let's get a piece I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased Lookin' through my highschool yearbook Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took One homie, two homie, three homies - POOF We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot God come save the misbegotten Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes) (Chorus: Eminem) Nobody don't care (No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/and I ask God why) Nobody don't care (Seems like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions) Nobody don't care (Feels like I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm being tested) Nobody don't care (Seems like my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please answer my questions) Nobody don't care (Verse 3) In the belly of the beast I'm bubbling up Running out of luck, about to self destruct Old heads say live your life like such Your sure to catch her witcha one day boy I wouldn't listen to 'em Your power movement was cool But it ain't fix nothin' So I just go with what i know I dont trust none Look what the 80's did To what's Bebe's kids And now we grown up Nobody ain't own us yet (Verse 4) Black cotton, I'm plottin' on what they owe me I'm workin' without a profit They shacklin' all my homies I'm hurtin' but keep the mind And we ain't stop, its cutains, you try to rise and Certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridas What's the reward for a strugala If the lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' up Runnin up, Gun cocked like nasty gloves If you aint got a penny, mind the glove No love Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds Black Cotton - I'm hoppin' over enemy lines Black Cotton - I ain't stoppin' till they givin me mine Black Cotton (Chorus) |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
(Intro: 2Pac)
Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Robbin' Black Cotton in God's eyes Speak (Verse 1) Black Cotton Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's Class is in session the worst question is the first question Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave Never got paid but still we slave (In the nine tre') Answer that then answer this too- Loves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a bitch true You best to backtrack and try to act black and live Not to be phony and positive but why be negative? What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?) Dum dum diddy is it me? Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets If not peace then at least let's get a piece I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased Lookin' through my highschool yearbook Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took One homie, two homie, three homies - POOF We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot God come save the misbegotten Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes) (Chorus: Eminem) Nobody don't care (No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/and I ask God why) Nobody don't care (Seems like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions) Nobody don't care (Feels like I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm being tested) Nobody don't care (Seems like my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please answer my questions) Nobody don't care (Verse 3) In the belly of the beast I'm bubbling up Running out of luck, about to self destruct Old heads say live your life like such Your sure to catch her witcha one day boy I wouldn't listen to 'em Your power movement was cool But it ain't fix nothin' So I just go with what i know I dont trust none Look what the 80's did To what's Bebe's kids And now we grown up Nobody ain't own us yet (Verse 4) Black cotton, I'm plottin' on what they owe me I'm workin' without a profit They shacklin' all my homies I'm hurtin' but keep the mind And we ain't stop, its cutains, you try to rise and Certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridas What's the reward for a strugala If the lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' up Runnin up, Gun cocked like nasty gloves If you aint got a penny, mind the glove No love Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds Black Cotton - I'm hoppin' over enemy lines Black Cotton - I ain't stoppin' till they givin me mine Black Cotton (Chorus) |
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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 - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
(<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 - 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 1집 - 2pacalypse Now (1991)
Brenda's got a Baby
Brenda's got a Baby I hear Brenda's got a baby Well, Brenda's barely got a brain A damn shame Tha girl can hardly spell her name (That's not her problem, that's up ta Brenda's family) Well let me show ya how it affects tha whole community Now Brenda never really knew her moms and her dad was a junky Went in debt to his arms, it's sad Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know Just cause your in tha ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation Do whatever it takes ta resist tha temptation Brenda got herself a boyfriend Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch tha joy end She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she Went out and had a church of kids As long as when tha check came they got first dibs Now Brendas belly is gettin bigger But no one seems ta notice any change in her figure She's 12 years old and she's having a baby In love with tha molester, whose sexed and crazy And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together, whatever He left her and she had tha baby solo, she had it on tha bathroom floor And didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away and what ta keep She wrapped tha baby up and threw him in tha trash heep I guess she thought she'd get away Wouldn't hear tha cries She didn't realize How much tha little baby had her eyes Now tha babys in tha trash heep balling Momma can't help her, but it hurts ta hear her calling Brenda wants ta run away Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, tha social workers here everyday Now Brenda's gotta make her own way Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed So now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sell So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell It's payin tha rent, so she really can't complain Prostitute, fair slang, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby Baaaaaaaaby (don't you know she's got a baby) Repeat 5x |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
<i><b>Roger Troutman</b></i>
<a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California">California</a> love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Los_Angeles" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Los Angeles">LA</a> In the city of good old Watts In the city, the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Compton" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Compton">Compton</a> We keep it rocking We keep it rocking <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb-ass hemp beat The state where you never find a dancefloor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean, mean, money-making machines serving fiends I been in the game for ten years making rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shining; looking like I robbed Liberace It's all good from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Diego" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Diego">Diego</a> to the Bay Your city is the bomb if your city making pay Throw up a finger if you feel the same way Dre putting it down for California California (California) knows how to party (knows how to party) California (West Coast) knows how to party (yes they do) In the city of LA (city of LA) In the city of good old Watts (good old Watts) In the city, the city of Compton (city of Compton, yeah) We keep it rocking (keep it rocking) We keep it rocking Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it Shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (that's right...) Shake it, shake it, baby, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreaming Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearing hoochies screamin' Fiending for money and alcohol The life of a Westside player, where cowards die And it's all war Only in Cali where we riot, not rally to live and die In LA we wearing Chucks, not Ballys (that's right...) Dressed in locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossing but have caution; we collide with other crews Famous 'cause we programme worldwide Let them recognize from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Long_Beach" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Long Beach">Long Beach</a> to Rosecrans Bumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's Westside So you know <a href="/Category:Label/Death_Row_Records" title="Category:Label/Death Row Records">The Row</a> won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of LA From <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Oakland" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Oakland">Oakland</a> to <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Sacramento" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Sacramento">Sac-Town</a> The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of LA (South Central) In the city of good old Watts (that's right) In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rocking We keep it rocking (Yeah, yeah, now make it shake) Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, mama (West Coast) Shake it Cali... <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> ...Yeah... Long Beach in the house... yeah. Oaktown; Oakland definitely in the house... <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Francisco" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Francisco">'Frisco</a>, 'Frisco <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Hey, you know LA up in this <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Pasadena" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Pasadena">Pasadena</a>, where you at? Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Even <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Hollywood" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Hollywood">Hollywood</a> trying to get a piece, baby <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Sacramento, Sacramento, where you at? Yeah <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Throw it up, y'all, throw it up, throw it up, I can't see you |
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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 - California Love [single] (1999)
<i><b>Roger Troutman</b></i>
<a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California">California</a> love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Los_Angeles" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Los Angeles">LA</a> In the city of good old Watts In the city, the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Compton" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Compton">Compton</a> We keep it rocking We keep it rocking <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb-ass hemp beat The state where you never find a dancefloor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean, mean, money-making machines serving fiends I been in the game for ten years making rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shining; looking like I robbed Liberace It's all good from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Diego" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Diego">Diego</a> to the Bay Your city is the bomb if your city making pay Throw up a finger if you feel the same way Dre putting it down for California California (California) knows how to party (knows how to party) California (West Coast) knows how to party (yes they do) In the city of LA (city of LA) In the city of good old Watts (good old Watts) In the city, the city of Compton (city of Compton, yeah) We keep it rocking (keep it rocking) We keep it rocking Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it Shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (that's right...) Shake it, shake it, baby, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreaming Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearing hoochies screamin' Fiending for money and alcohol The life of a Westside player, where cowards die And it's all war Only in Cali where we riot, not rally to live and die In LA we wearing Chucks, not Ballys (that's right...) Dressed in locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossing but have caution; we collide with other crews Famous 'cause we programme worldwide Let them recognize from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Long_Beach" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Long Beach">Long Beach</a> to Rosecrans Bumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's Westside So you know <a href="/Category:Label/Death_Row_Records" title="Category:Label/Death Row Records">The Row</a> won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of LA From <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Oakland" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Oakland">Oakland</a> to <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Sacramento" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Sacramento">Sac-Town</a> The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of LA (South Central) In the city of good old Watts (that's right) In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rocking We keep it rocking (Yeah, yeah, now make it shake) Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, mama (West Coast) Shake it Cali... <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> ...Yeah... Long Beach in the house... yeah. Oaktown; Oakland definitely in the house... <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Francisco" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Francisco">'Frisco</a>, 'Frisco <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Hey, you know LA up in this <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Pasadena" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Pasadena">Pasadena</a>, where you at? Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Even <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Hollywood" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Hollywood">Hollywood</a> trying to get a piece, baby <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Sacramento, Sacramento, where you at? Yeah <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Throw it up, y'all, throw it up, throw it up, I can't see you |
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from The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
<i><b>Roger Troutman</b></i>
<a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California">California</a> love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Los_Angeles" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Los Angeles">LA</a> In the city of good old Watts In the city, the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Compton" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Compton">Compton</a> We keep it rocking We keep it rocking <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb-ass hemp beat The state where you never find a dancefloor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean, mean, money-making machines serving fiends I been in the game for ten years making rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shining; looking like I robbed Liberace It's all good from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Diego" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Diego">Diego</a> to the Bay Your city is the bomb if your city making pay Throw up a finger if you feel the same way Dre putting it down for California California (California) knows how to party (knows how to party) California (West Coast) knows how to party (yes they do) In the city of LA (city of LA) In the city of good old Watts (good old Watts) In the city, the city of Compton (city of Compton, yeah) We keep it rocking (keep it rocking) We keep it rocking Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it Shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (that's right...) Shake it, shake it, baby, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreaming Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearing hoochies screamin' Fiending for money and alcohol The life of a Westside player, where cowards die And it's all war Only in Cali where we riot, not rally to live and die In LA we wearing Chucks, not Ballys (that's right...) Dressed in locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossing but have caution; we collide with other crews Famous 'cause we programme worldwide Let them recognize from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Long_Beach" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Long Beach">Long Beach</a> to Rosecrans Bumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's Westside So you know <a href="/Category:Label/Death_Row_Records" title="Category:Label/Death Row Records">The Row</a> won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of LA From <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Oakland" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Oakland">Oakland</a> to <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Sacramento" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Sacramento">Sac-Town</a> The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of LA (South Central) In the city of good old Watts (that's right) In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rocking We keep it rocking (Yeah, yeah, now make it shake) Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, mama (West Coast) Shake it Cali... <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> ...Yeah... Long Beach in the house... yeah. Oaktown; Oakland definitely in the house... <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Francisco" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Francisco">'Frisco</a>, 'Frisco <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Hey, you know LA up in this <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Pasadena" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Pasadena">Pasadena</a>, where you at? Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Even <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Hollywood" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Hollywood">Hollywood</a> trying to get a piece, baby <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Sacramento, Sacramento, where you at? Yeah <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Throw it up, y'all, throw it up, throw it up, I can't see you |
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from 2Pac - Live [live] (2005)
<i><b>Roger Troutman</b></i>
<a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California">California</a> love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Los_Angeles" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Los Angeles">LA</a> In the city of good old Watts In the city, the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Compton" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Compton">Compton</a> We keep it rocking We keep it rocking <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb-ass hemp beat The state where you never find a dancefloor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean, mean, money-making machines serving fiends I been in the game for ten years making rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shining; looking like I robbed Liberace It's all good from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Diego" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Diego">Diego</a> to the Bay Your city is the bomb if your city making pay Throw up a finger if you feel the same way Dre putting it down for California California (California) knows how to party (knows how to party) California (West Coast) knows how to party (yes they do) In the city of LA (city of LA) In the city of good old Watts (good old Watts) In the city, the city of Compton (city of Compton, yeah) We keep it rocking (keep it rocking) We keep it rocking Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it Shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (that's right...) Shake it, shake it, baby, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreaming Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearing hoochies screamin' Fiending for money and alcohol The life of a Westside player, where cowards die And it's all war Only in Cali where we riot, not rally to live and die In LA we wearing Chucks, not Ballys (that's right...) Dressed in locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossing but have caution; we collide with other crews Famous 'cause we programme worldwide Let them recognize from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Long_Beach" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Long Beach">Long Beach</a> to Rosecrans Bumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's Westside So you know <a href="/Category:Label/Death_Row_Records" title="Category:Label/Death Row Records">The Row</a> won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of LA From <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Oakland" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Oakland">Oakland</a> to <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Sacramento" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Sacramento">Sac-Town</a> The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of LA (South Central) In the city of good old Watts (that's right) In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rocking We keep it rocking (Yeah, yeah, now make it shake) Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, mama (West Coast) Shake it Cali... <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> ...Yeah... Long Beach in the house... yeah. Oaktown; Oakland definitely in the house... <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Francisco" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Francisco">'Frisco</a>, 'Frisco <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Hey, you know LA up in this <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Pasadena" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Pasadena">Pasadena</a>, where you at? Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Even <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Hollywood" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Hollywood">Hollywood</a> trying to get a piece, baby <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Sacramento, Sacramento, where you at? Yeah <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Throw it up, y'all, throw it up, throw it up, I can't see you |
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from 2Pac - The Prophet: The Best Of The Works... (2005)
<i><b>Roger Troutman</b></i>
<a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California">California</a> love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Los_Angeles" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Los Angeles">LA</a> In the city of good old Watts In the city, the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Compton" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Compton">Compton</a> We keep it rocking We keep it rocking <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb-ass hemp beat The state where you never find a dancefloor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean, mean, money-making machines serving fiends I been in the game for ten years making rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shining; looking like I robbed Liberace It's all good from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Diego" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Diego">Diego</a> to the Bay Your city is the bomb if your city making pay Throw up a finger if you feel the same way Dre putting it down for California California (California) knows how to party (knows how to party) California (West Coast) knows how to party (yes they do) In the city of LA (city of LA) In the city of good old Watts (good old Watts) In the city, the city of Compton (city of Compton, yeah) We keep it rocking (keep it rocking) We keep it rocking Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it Shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (that's right...) Shake it, shake it, baby, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreaming Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearing hoochies screamin' Fiending for money and alcohol The life of a Westside player, where cowards die And it's all war Only in Cali where we riot, not rally to live and die In LA we wearing Chucks, not Ballys (that's right...) Dressed in locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossing but have caution; we collide with other crews Famous 'cause we programme worldwide Let them recognize from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Long_Beach" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Long Beach">Long Beach</a> to Rosecrans Bumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's Westside So you know <a href="/Category:Label/Death_Row_Records" title="Category:Label/Death Row Records">The Row</a> won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of LA From <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Oakland" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Oakland">Oakland</a> to <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Sacramento" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Sacramento">Sac-Town</a> The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of LA (South Central) In the city of good old Watts (that's right) In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rocking We keep it rocking (Yeah, yeah, now make it shake) Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, mama (West Coast) Shake it Cali... <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> ...Yeah... Long Beach in the house... yeah. Oaktown; Oakland definitely in the house... <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Francisco" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Francisco">'Frisco</a>, 'Frisco <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Hey, you know LA up in this <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Pasadena" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Pasadena">Pasadena</a>, where you at? Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Even <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Hollywood" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Hollywood">Hollywood</a> trying to get a piece, baby <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Sacramento, Sacramento, where you at? Yeah <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Throw it up, y'all, throw it up, throw it up, I can't see you |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
<i><b>Roger Troutman</b></i>
<a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California">California</a> love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Los_Angeles" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Los Angeles">LA</a> In the city of good old Watts In the city, the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Compton" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Compton">Compton</a> We keep it rocking We keep it rocking <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb-ass hemp beat The state where you never find a dancefloor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean, mean, money-making machines serving fiends I been in the game for ten years making rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shining; looking like I robbed Liberace It's all good from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Diego" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Diego">Diego</a> to the Bay Your city is the bomb if your city making pay Throw up a finger if you feel the same way Dre putting it down for California California (California) knows how to party (knows how to party) California (West Coast) knows how to party (yes they do) In the city of LA (city of LA) In the city of good old Watts (good old Watts) In the city, the city of Compton (city of Compton, yeah) We keep it rocking (keep it rocking) We keep it rocking Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it Shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (that's right...) Shake it, shake it, baby, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreaming Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearing hoochies screamin' Fiending for money and alcohol The life of a Westside player, where cowards die And it's all war Only in Cali where we riot, not rally to live and die In LA we wearing Chucks, not Ballys (that's right...) Dressed in locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossing but have caution; we collide with other crews Famous 'cause we programme worldwide Let them recognize from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Long_Beach" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Long Beach">Long Beach</a> to Rosecrans Bumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's Westside So you know <a href="/Category:Label/Death_Row_Records" title="Category:Label/Death Row Records">The Row</a> won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of LA From <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Oakland" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Oakland">Oakland</a> to <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Sacramento" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Sacramento">Sac-Town</a> The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of LA (South Central) In the city of good old Watts (that's right) In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rocking We keep it rocking (Yeah, yeah, now make it shake) Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, mama (West Coast) Shake it Cali... <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> ...Yeah... Long Beach in the house... yeah. Oaktown; Oakland definitely in the house... <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Francisco" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Francisco">'Frisco</a>, 'Frisco <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Hey, you know LA up in this <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Pasadena" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Pasadena">Pasadena</a>, where you at? Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Even <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Hollywood" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Hollywood">Hollywood</a> trying to get a piece, baby <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Sacramento, Sacramento, where you at? Yeah <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Throw it up, y'all, throw it up, throw it up, I can't see you |
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from Hip Hop - The Classics Cd (2007)
<i><b>Roger Troutman</b></i>
<a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California">California</a> love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Los_Angeles" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Los Angeles">LA</a> In the city of good old Watts In the city, the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Compton" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Compton">Compton</a> We keep it rocking We keep it rocking <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb-ass hemp beat The state where you never find a dancefloor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean, mean, money-making machines serving fiends I been in the game for ten years making rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shining; looking like I robbed Liberace It's all good from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Diego" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Diego">Diego</a> to the Bay Your city is the bomb if your city making pay Throw up a finger if you feel the same way Dre putting it down for California California (California) knows how to party (knows how to party) California (West Coast) knows how to party (yes they do) In the city of LA (city of LA) In the city of good old Watts (good old Watts) In the city, the city of Compton (city of Compton, yeah) We keep it rocking (keep it rocking) We keep it rocking Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it Shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (that's right...) Shake it, shake it, baby, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreaming Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearing hoochies screamin' Fiending for money and alcohol The life of a Westside player, where cowards die And it's all war Only in Cali where we riot, not rally to live and die In LA we wearing Chucks, not Ballys (that's right...) Dressed in locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossing but have caution; we collide with other crews Famous 'cause we programme worldwide Let them recognize from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Long_Beach" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Long Beach">Long Beach</a> to Rosecrans Bumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's Westside So you know <a href="/Category:Label/Death_Row_Records" title="Category:Label/Death Row Records">The Row</a> won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of LA From <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Oakland" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Oakland">Oakland</a> to <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Sacramento" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Sacramento">Sac-Town</a> The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of LA (South Central) In the city of good old Watts (that's right) In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rocking We keep it rocking (Yeah, yeah, now make it shake) Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, mama (West Coast) Shake it Cali... <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> ...Yeah... Long Beach in the house... yeah. Oaktown; Oakland definitely in the house... <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Francisco" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Francisco">'Frisco</a>, 'Frisco <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Hey, you know LA up in this <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Pasadena" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Pasadena">Pasadena</a>, where you at? Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Even <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Hollywood" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Hollywood">Hollywood</a> trying to get a piece, baby <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Sacramento, Sacramento, where you at? Yeah <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Throw it up, y'all, throw it up, throw it up, I can't see you |
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from 2Pac - California Love [single] (1999)
<i><b>Roger Troutman</b></i>
<a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California">California</a> love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Los_Angeles" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Los Angeles">LA</a> In the city of good old Watts In the city, the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Compton" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Compton">Compton</a> We keep it rocking We keep it rocking <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb-ass hemp beat The state where you never find a dancefloor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean, mean, money-making machines serving fiends I been in the game for ten years making rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shining; looking like I robbed Liberace It's all good from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Diego" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Diego">Diego</a> to the Bay Your city is the bomb if your city making pay Throw up a finger if you feel the same way Dre putting it down for California California (California) knows how to party (knows how to party) California (West Coast) knows how to party (yes they do) In the city of LA (city of LA) In the city of good old Watts (good old Watts) In the city, the city of Compton (city of Compton, yeah) We keep it rocking (keep it rocking) We keep it rocking Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it Shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (that's right...) Shake it, shake it, baby, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreaming Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearing hoochies screamin' Fiending for money and alcohol The life of a Westside player, where cowards die And it's all war Only in Cali where we riot, not rally to live and die In LA we wearing Chucks, not Ballys (that's right...) Dressed in locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossing but have caution; we collide with other crews Famous 'cause we programme worldwide Let them recognize from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Long_Beach" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Long Beach">Long Beach</a> to Rosecrans Bumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's Westside So you know <a href="/Category:Label/Death_Row_Records" title="Category:Label/Death Row Records">The Row</a> won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of LA From <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Oakland" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Oakland">Oakland</a> to <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Sacramento" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Sacramento">Sac-Town</a> The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of LA (South Central) In the city of good old Watts (that's right) In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rocking We keep it rocking (Yeah, yeah, now make it shake) Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, mama (West Coast) Shake it Cali... <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> ...Yeah... Long Beach in the house... yeah. Oaktown; Oakland definitely in the house... <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Francisco" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Francisco">'Frisco</a>, 'Frisco <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Hey, you know LA up in this <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Pasadena" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Pasadena">Pasadena</a>, where you at? Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Even <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Hollywood" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Hollywood">Hollywood</a> trying to get a piece, baby <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Sacramento, Sacramento, where you at? Yeah <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Throw it up, y'all, throw it up, throw it up, I can't see you |
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from 2Pac - The Rose That Grew From Concrete (2000)
It's said that every revolutionary act is a act of love And this is an act of love All power to the people I said the P is for power, the A for action The N-T because now is the time to get it done See the H is for heart, and the E for effect The R hold it down at the end for respect Who am I? A panther Who am I? A panther What I got I got SOUL, what I got I got LOVE What I got I got PRIDE, what I wanna be FREE Raise your hands in the air if you feel like me Who am I? A panther Who am I? A panther What I got I got SOUL, what I got I got LOVE What I got I got PRIDE, what I wanna be FREE Raise your hands in the air if you feel like me Can you see the pride of the panther as he glows in splendor and grace? Topling obstacles placed in the way of the progression of his race Can you see the pride in the panther as she nurtures her young, all alone? The seed must grow, regardless of the fact that it's planted, in stone Can't you see the pride of the panthers as they unify, as one? The flower blooms, with brilliance and outshines the rays of the sun Outshines, like the sun Shines out, like the sun Shines bright, like the sun Brings light, like the sun P is for power, the A for action The N-T because now is the time to get it done See the H is for heart, and the E for effect The R hold it down at the end for respect Who am I? A panther Who am I? A panther What I got I got SOUL, what I got I got LOVE What I got I got PRIDE, what I wanna be FREE Raise your hands in th |
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from 2Pac - The Rose That Grew From Concrete (2000)
It's said that every revolutionary act is a act of love And this is an act of love All power to the people I said the P is for power, the A for action The N-T because now is the time to get it done See the H is for heart, and the E for effect The R hold it down at the end for respect Who am I? A panther Who am I? A panther What I got I got SOUL, what I got I got LOVE What I got I got PRIDE, what I wanna be FREE Raise your hands in the air if you feel like me Who am I? A panther Who am I? A panther What I got I got SOUL, what I got I got LOVE What I got I got PRIDE, what I wanna be FREE Raise your hands in the air if you feel like me Can you see the pride of the panther as he glows in splendor and grace? Topling obstacles placed in the way of the progression of his race Can you see the pride in the panther as she nurtures her young, all alone? The seed must grow, regardless of the fact that it's planted, in stone Can't you see the pride of the panthers as they unify, as one? The flower blooms, with brilliance and outshines the rays of the sun Outshines, like the sun Shines out, like the sun Shines bright, like the sun Brings light, like the sun P is for power, the A for action The N-T because now is the time to get it done See the H is for heart, and the E for effect The R hold it down at the end for respect Who am I? A panther Who am I? A panther What I got I got SOUL, what I got I got LOVE What I got I got PRIDE, what I wanna be FREE Raise your hands in th |
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from 2Pac 3집 - Me Against The World (1995)
(2Pac)
Whassup? It's 2Pac. Can you get away? Let me come swoop you up. (girl) You know I got a man. (2Pac) I know you got a man but he ain't gon' mind if I take you out. (girl) Of course he gon' mind. (2Pac) Let me take you to lunch. I'll have you back before he even get home; before anybody see. (girl) I can't. (Aww c'mon!) He ain't gon' let me. (2Pac) Pleeeeeease... (girl) Nah. (2Pac) Oh aight. What's wrong with your eye? Why you got on glasses? (Verse One: 2Pac) Ever since I met ya I could beat depression It's like your man don't understand, all he does is stress ya I can see your state of misery from the introduction Ain't bout no suckin and touchin, just harmless discussion Maybe we can see a better way, find a brighter day Late night phone conversations -- would that be OK? I don't wanna take up all your time, be the next in line Tell me your size, let me find you things with you in mind I can see you're cautious and I'm careful not to scare you But anticipation of love makin got you shakin when I'm standin near you News of precision will prepare ya In case you get scared, just ask the man in the mirror Now the picture's getten clearer all he does is hit you hard I tell you to leave, and you tell me keep my faith in God I don't understand, I just wanna bring ya home I wonder should I leave you alone and find a woman of my own All the homies tell me that you don't deserve it I contemplate -- but in my heart I know you worth it Tell me can you get away? Ebony, can you get away? C'mon.. let's go.. can you get away? Can you get away? (girl) So much pressure in the air (2Pac) I know, I know (girl) And I can't get away (2Pac) Just for a little while love (girl) I'm not happy here (2Pac) I know it's hard but, can you get away? (girl) So much pressure in the air (2Pac) Let's go man, get up outta there .. can you get away? (girl) And I can't get away (2Pac) Do you love him? (girl) I'm not happy here (2Pac) Do you love that man? (Verse Two: 2Pac) Could it be my destiny to be lonely? And checkin for these hoochies that be on me cause they phony But you was different -- I got no need to be suspicious Cause I can tell -- my life with you would be delicious The way you lick your lips and shake your hips got me addicted I'm sittin here hoping that we can find some way to kick it Even though I got your digits gotta struggle to resist it Slowly advance and miss my chance not to miss it You blow me kisses when he ain't lookin, now your heart's tooken My only wish is that you change your mind and he get shook Wanna take you there but you scared to follow, come see tomorrow Hoping I can take you through the pain and sorrow Let you know I care -- that someone's there for your struggle Depend on me, when you have needs or there's trouble I wanna give you happiness and maybe even more I told you before, no time to waste we can hook up at the store Can you get away? (girl) So much pressure in the air (2Pac) I know it is (girl) And I can't get away (2Pac) Yeah you can (girl) I'm not happy here (2Pac) You ain't happy huh ..can you get away? (girl) So much pressure in the air (2Pac) I know.. is he beatin on you? (girl) And I can't get away (2Pac) Did he punch you? (girl) I'm not happy here (2Pac) Throwin you around the house? (Verse Three: 2Pac) I see you remiscin and I hope you listenin In the position to pressure and offer competition Me and you -- was meant to be my destiny, no longer lonely Cause now it's on for you and me, all I can see A happy home, that's my fantasy But my reality is problems with your man and me What can I do? Don't wanna lose you to the sucker Cause if he touch ya, I got some drama for that busta Don't wanna rush ya -- but make your mind up fast Nobody knows -- on who controls will it last, before I ask I hope you see that I'm sincere, and even if you stay with him today I'm still here I refuse to give up -- cause I believe in what we share You're livin in prison and what he's givin can't compare Cause everything I feel for you I wanna let you know Passion it be yours and I'll never let you go Tell me can you get away? (girl) So much pressure in the air (2Pac) Can't get away.. why? (girl) And I can't get away (girl) I'm not happy here (2Pac) Let me take you away All I really know, can you get away? (girl) So much pressure in the air (2Pac) Man.. (girl) And I can't get away (2Pac) Course you can get away (girl) I'm not happy here (2Pac) If you really wanted to get away you could get away (Outro: 2Pac) You ain't got to go through all this drama and this stress with this old half a man, yaknowhatI'msayin? I ain't tryin to put you in a position where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything you need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you He beatin on you and shit; look how you look She motherfuckin wanna be with that nigga, yaknowhatI'msayin? Shake that sucker to the left Let me show you what this life is really about YaknowhatI'msayin? You need to be on first class Need to be goin to Hawaii, seein the world Seein what this world got to offer you Not goin to, yaknowhatI'msayin? The emergency room, gettin stitches cause this nigga done got jealous Don't cry, it's all good (girl) Can you take me from here? (2Pac) Shake that man, get away (girl) Can you take me from here? I'ahhhhhm unhappy here And I need you to show me love Because it's so much pressure now And I neeeeed to get awayyyheyyyeahhh |
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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 - 1 In 21 A Tupac Shakur Story (2001)
They finally did it (whats that?)
They stole the mic i grip Now that its Gone (whats wrong?) I'm feelin' tired and sick (How did they do it?) I don't know I wasnt sleepin that long When i woke up (what happened brotha?) My Microphone was gone First I paniced (how?) I put the cops on the case But they was stumped (damn) Without a clue or a trace So as sure a smoking cigarettes is bad for your health If i want my microphone back I'll find it myself So I picked up the phone (For what?) I called Dizzy (Whats up?) My Mics gone (Wurd?) Lets get Busy Before I told Dizzy what I wanted to Do He was over at my house with the TMS crew He said (Word is out on every mouth on the street Now that its gone its not long 'til your beat) And then it hit me (DAMNNN) I got a battle at 6 With out my microphone I'm guaranteed to get whipped Ya might think its unbelievable But word to the strength When it comes to rockin rhymes Im a musical nimth They Gave me other mics But yo it wasn't no use I tried to rock it (one-two one-two) But I couldn't get loose I said forget it Ya microphone or not And I got to do this Give it all that I got (Yo what if ya loose?) It'd be the first time I lost But if I beat 'em it'd finally prove that I'm the boss I grabbed my leather jacket Walked through the streets Was hopin and payin Strictly dope won't get beat I begin to get hyped I was ready to fight Yo I was confident that I win To hell with the mic! I hop on to the stage Dizzy started the beat The sucka shivered Because he tasted defeat Then I signaled to Dizzy Bust a rhyme wit my head Perpetrator fell back (HA!) And then he was dead I was happy as hell 'Cause I was lucky that night Put my hand in my pocket And there was my mic haha |
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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 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 - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
Intro: 2Pac
Ay what time is it nigga? (I don't know) Oh shit, 12 o'clock Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here (hell yeah) Nigga, it's check out time nigga Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room (hey there bitch, where Suge at nigga?) Call Suge, call all the niggaz tell em to meet me downstairs (Where K and them niggaz at man?) Tell the valet, bring the Benz around (Ay y'all seen my shoes?) Hey Kurupt, y'all niggaz drivin or y'all flyin back, whassup? (Kurupt: Man, I'm rollin man, fuck that shit) Hey Syke nigga, come on man, get up out the bathroom fool (Fuck that, I lost some money nigga) Aw nigga, damn Verse One: 2Pac Now I'm up early in the mornin breath stinkin as I'm yawnin Just another sunny day in California I got my mind focused on some papers while I'm into sexy capers Give a holla to them hoochies last night that tried to rape us Will these rap lyrics take us, plus room all up in Vegas I'm a boss playa, death before I let these bitches break us Last night was like a fantansy, Alize and Hennessee A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin with my man and me Told her I was interested, picture all the shit we did I got her hot and horny, all up on me, what a freaky bitch First you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I like it Got a nigga all excited, it don't matter just don't bite it I never got to check out the scence Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeans Now it seems, it's check out time Chorus: 2Pac We gotta go (2X) Gotta go, gotta go Yeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time We gotta go (4X) Gotta go nigga, gotta go (y'all know what time it is) Ay, c'mon man get y'all bags man call that valet motherfucker Tell him to get a nigga shoe, cause we out this motherfucker Verse Two: Kurupt They label me an outlaw, so it's time for the panty raid My fantansies came true, with Janet on, I'm in a Escapade But did it all end too soon All the homies runnin through the halls room to room, so I assume Since I'm a playa like my nigga Syke Then it's only right for me to disappear into the night My game's Trump tight, so I find time to recline Sneak into your room, instant Messiah, shit wines of all kinds I ain't got that much time So hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behind Since I'm only here for one night, I got to get you hot and heated Play like Micheal Jackson, and Beat It One more thing I like to mention, I'm done and I'm out cause there's someone else who deserves my atttention So all the homies round up in the lobby Cause busting bitches is a hobby, nigga It's check out time Chorus: Kurupt We gotta go (8X) Aiyyo man 'Pac ay where the where the fuck is Daz at man? This nigga locked up or somethin The only one not to leave Yo man it's check out time, it's time to get out this mother You seem them bitches? We out man, fuck that shit Yo Rece! Yo nigga whassup? Verse Three: Syke Hey I'm livin the life of a boss playa The front desk callin but I'm checkin out later My behaviour is crazy, from what you did to me baby If walls could talk, they'd say, you tried to fade me I'm puttin in work, but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed Carressin your thoughts, cause I'm livin Fed Heard what I said? Passion is crashin the room From the liquor we consumed I heard a boom I'm blackin out, you're yellin out 'Big Syke Daddy' We did it in the caddy on the highway, my way I'm lost in a dream, and so it seemed, to be the night Five bottles of Cristal and I'm still tight Out of sight, for 'Pac and Kurupt As I get it up, once the doors close you stuck In a heaty, sticky situation Get up baby, you ain't on vacation It's check out time Chorus: Syke We gotta go (8X) Ay, it's check out time Ay 'Pac, nigga where my motherfuckin, where my shoes go nigga? Where my motherfuckin drawers and shit at man? Man y'all niggaz was in here partyin too fuckin much What the fuck y'all doin nigga? Kurupt, go tell Daz man and Bogart and the rest of them niggaz c'mon man, niggaz is trippin man Front desk all callin me tellin me to get the hell outta here man We gotta go (8X) I ain't got no more money, somebody loan me a hundred |
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from 2Pac 1집 - 2pacalypse Now (1991)
(Ice Cube) Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like
*machine gun fires* (Dr. Dre) Got him! (2Pac) A smokin ass nigga robbed me blind I got a TEC-9 now his smokin ass is mine I guess I felt sorry for the bastard, he was broke I didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close He caught me on the sneak tip, now the punk's in deep shit Catch him on the streets, I'ma bring him to his feet, quick Pass the clip, I think I see him comin now Fuck the bullshit, posse deep and let's run him down Gots to be the first one to hit ya when we meet Comin quickly up the streets, is the punk ass police The first one jumped out and said, Freeze! I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please.. Cause cops should mind they business, when we rush Now you're pleadin like a bitch, cause you don't know how to.. hush.. Now back to the smoker that robbed me I tell you like Latifah, motherfucker give me.. body.. One to the chest, another to his fuckin dome Now the shit can rest, yo tell him to leave me the fuck alone Two very bloody bodies on the streets A nosey ass cop and a nigga that robbed from me Run from your backup punk, how you figure? My finger's on the trigger for you crooked ass niggaz (2Pac) Crooked ass niggaz (Eazy) Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour (Cube) Suddenly I see.. (Eazy) Cri-cri-criminal (Stretch) Now listen to the mack of the crooked nigga trade With the fine criminal mind, cold rips like a blade It's already quick steppin to the niggaz with the props And any motherfucker with the flim-flam drops to the knot Ten o'clock, is a motherfuckin gank move Stretch is Uptown, clockin weight the shit is real smooth A nigga's tryin to play me like he know me but he don't Sittin on ten keys, I'ma get him, think I won't? My nigga 2Pac, got the fuckin Glock cocked, and he's ready When the kid, didn't even bring the weight bag, instead he Welcomed us, into his apartment Oh this even better, two to the head, he's dead a clean get-a-WAY! Niggaz got PAID! And yet another sleepin ass nigga got slayed, word up By a crooked motherfucker named Stretch And the T-U-P-A-C, the police can't catch.. (2Pac) The crooked ass niggaz (Eazy) Criminal behaviour.. (2Pac) Yeah.. ya don't stop! Crooked ass niggaz (Eazy) Criminal.. criminal behaviour (Cube) Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like (2Pac) Now I could be a crooked nigga too When I'm rollin with my crew, watch what crooked niggaz, do! I got a nine millimeter Glock pistol I'm ready to get witcha at the drop, of a whistle So make your move, and act like you wanna flip I fire thirteen shots, and pop another clip I bring luck, my Glock's like a fuckin mop The more I shot, the more motherfuckers dropped And even cops got shot when they rolled up Best to bring a knot, or get popped, I'm a soldier I ain't the type to fetch ya, ask Stretch, he's my witness Smoke til I'm blitzed, fuck a motherfuckin piss test I'm trigger happy, try to 'tack me and I'll drop you quick Long as I got a clip I got some shit to hit em with The nigga killer I get iller when the shit gets thick My brain flips, I start thinkin like a lunatic I rip shit, came equipped with a bigger crew I thought these niggaz knew, I'm a crooked nigga too (Eazy) Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour (2Pac) Crooked (2Pac) Crooked ass niggaz come in all shapes and sizes They wear disguises, backstabbin's what they specialize in They'll try to getcha, they'll sweatcha to get in the picture And then they hitcha, son of a bitch! Now he's richer Crooked ass nigga.. (Eazy) Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour (Cube) Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like (Eazy) Criminal behaviour Criminal, criminal, crim Crim-criminal behaviour Criminal behaviour, criminal behaviour.. *machine gun fires* (Ice Cube) Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like *machine gun fires* (Ice Cube) Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like *machine gun fires* (Ice Cube) Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like (Eazy) Criminal behaviour Criminal, criminal, crim Crim-criminal behaviour Criminal beha.. crima-crima-crima Crim-crim, criminal behaviour Criminal behaviour.. (Ice Cube) Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like *machine gun fires* (Dr. Dre) Got him! (Ice Cube) Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like *machine gun fires* (Dr. Dre) Got him! (Ice Cube) Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like *machine gun fires* (Dr. Dre) Got him! |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
Intro)
Yeah nigga Yo Pac (That's right) Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah) Niggaz just wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit (2pac Verse 1) Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true Ain't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed A loaded AK47 layin on my hips so don't trip One motherfucker from the underground And Big Stretch buckin' niggaz if they fuck around Yo, why ya'll got beef with police? Ain't that a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep I guess it's hard for you to see But now I'm pointin the finger at police instead of motherfuckers blamin' me I got the right to bear a pistol And when them punk motherfuckers get to trippin' I got shit too And maybe then you'll see the truth But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 2) You know you really can't say that you blame niggaz Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz 2pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the constitution I want my bucks for restitution This time you got a bigger problem Time to face the niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem And we ain't shootin' at eachother (fuck no), that's a motherfuckin' brother So save two, run for cover And other bitches from the clan Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!) Genuine draft ganja ganja and my fuckin' Tec-9 They know their scared to see us sober (awwwww) Cobra - And niggaz will take the world over It's all up to you (up to you) Blame the Korean (fuck that) I'll be a crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 3) Pardon me, ?? has been God and try me I'll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G They got my homies in a jail cell Now it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell I got the whole place covered with loc'ed out brothers And nothing but love for eachother So motherfucker make a motion I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean Temperatures drop See it's cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops That's when they gettin' petrol You better watch your step or you'll be left on deathrow But I learned to look ahead of me Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy We blowin' up precincts and oooohhhh you can't fuck with the crew A crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
Intro)
Yeah nigga Yo Pac (That's right) Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah) Niggaz just wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit (2pac Verse 1) Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true Ain't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed A loaded AK47 layin on my hips so don't trip One motherfucker from the underground And Big Stretch buckin' niggaz if they fuck around Yo, why ya'll got beef with police? Ain't that a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep I guess it's hard for you to see But now I'm pointin the finger at police instead of motherfuckers blamin' me I got the right to bear a pistol And when them punk motherfuckers get to trippin' I got shit too And maybe then you'll see the truth But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 2) You know you really can't say that you blame niggaz Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz 2pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the constitution I want my bucks for restitution This time you got a bigger problem Time to face the niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem And we ain't shootin' at eachother (fuck no), that's a motherfuckin' brother So save two, run for cover And other bitches from the clan Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!) Genuine draft ganja ganja and my fuckin' Tec-9 They know their scared to see us sober (awwwww) Cobra - And niggaz will take the world over It's all up to you (up to you) Blame the Korean (fuck that) I'll be a crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 3) Pardon me, ?? has been God and try me I'll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G They got my homies in a jail cell Now it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell I got the whole place covered with loc'ed out brothers And nothing but love for eachother So motherfucker make a motion I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean Temperatures drop See it's cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops That's when they gettin' petrol You better watch your step or you'll be left on deathrow But I learned to look ahead of me Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy We blowin' up precincts and oooohhhh you can't fuck with the crew A crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
Intro)
Yeah nigga Yo Pac (That's right) Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah) Niggaz just wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit (2pac Verse 1) Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true Ain't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed A loaded AK47 layin on my hips so don't trip One motherfucker from the underground And Big Stretch buckin' niggaz if they fuck around Yo, why ya'll got beef with police? Ain't that a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep I guess it's hard for you to see But now I'm pointin the finger at police instead of motherfuckers blamin' me I got the right to bear a pistol And when them punk motherfuckers get to trippin' I got shit too And maybe then you'll see the truth But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 2) You know you really can't say that you blame niggaz Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz 2pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the constitution I want my bucks for restitution This time you got a bigger problem Time to face the niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem And we ain't shootin' at eachother (fuck no), that's a motherfuckin' brother So save two, run for cover And other bitches from the clan Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!) Genuine draft ganja ganja and my fuckin' Tec-9 They know their scared to see us sober (awwwww) Cobra - And niggaz will take the world over It's all up to you (up to you) Blame the Korean (fuck that) I'll be a crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 3) Pardon me, ?? has been God and try me I'll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G They got my homies in a jail cell Now it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell I got the whole place covered with loc'ed out brothers And nothing but love for eachother So motherfucker make a motion I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean Temperatures drop See it's cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops That's when they gettin' petrol You better watch your step or you'll be left on deathrow But I learned to look ahead of me Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy We blowin' up precincts and oooohhhh you can't fuck with the crew A crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
Intro)
Yeah nigga Yo Pac (That's right) Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah) Niggaz just wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit (2pac Verse 1) Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true Ain't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed A loaded AK47 layin on my hips so don't trip One motherfucker from the underground And Big Stretch buckin' niggaz if they fuck around Yo, why ya'll got beef with police? Ain't that a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep I guess it's hard for you to see But now I'm pointin the finger at police instead of motherfuckers blamin' me I got the right to bear a pistol And when them punk motherfuckers get to trippin' I got shit too And maybe then you'll see the truth But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 2) You know you really can't say that you blame niggaz Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz 2pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the constitution I want my bucks for restitution This time you got a bigger problem Time to face the niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem And we ain't shootin' at eachother (fuck no), that's a motherfuckin' brother So save two, run for cover And other bitches from the clan Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!) Genuine draft ganja ganja and my fuckin' Tec-9 They know their scared to see us sober (awwwww) Cobra - And niggaz will take the world over It's all up to you (up to you) Blame the Korean (fuck that) I'll be a crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 3) Pardon me, ?? has been God and try me I'll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G They got my homies in a jail cell Now it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell I got the whole place covered with loc'ed out brothers And nothing but love for eachother So motherfucker make a motion I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean Temperatures drop See it's cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops That's when they gettin' petrol You better watch your step or you'll be left on deathrow But I learned to look ahead of me Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy We blowin' up precincts and oooohhhh you can't fuck with the crew A crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too |
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from 2Pac 3집 - Me Against The World (1995)
You are appreciated.
When I was young me and my mama had beef 17 years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Suspended from school, scared to go home I was a fool with the big boys, breakin' all the rules Shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddies The same drama, when things went wrong we blamed mama I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary, hey I'd see the penitentiary One day, runnin' from the police that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside And even as a crack fiend mama You always was a black queen mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy tryin' to raise a man You always was committed, a poor single mother on welfare Tell me how you did it, there's no way I can pay you back But the plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love for my daddy 'cause the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry 'Cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless But all along I was lookin' for a father, he was gone I hung around with the thugs and even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin' I needed money of my own so I started slangin' I ain't guilty 'cause even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin' money in your mailbox I love payin' rent when the rent's due I hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to you 'Cause when I was low you was there for me You never left me alone because you cared for me And I can see you comin' home after work, late Your in the kitchen tryin' to fix us a hot plate Just workin' with the scraps you was given And mama made miracles every Thanksgiving But now the road got rough, your alone Tryin' to raise 2 bad kids on your own And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (And dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. Pour out some liquor and I reminisce 'Cause through the drama, I can always depend on my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy, there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act crazy I got to thank the Lord that you made me There are no words that can express how I feel You never kept a secret, always stayed real And I appreciate how you raised me And all the extra love that you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if you hold on It's a struggle, everyday gotta roll on And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady. Lady. Lady. Lady. |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
You are appreciated.
When I was young me and my mama had beef 17 years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Suspended from school, scared to go home I was a fool with the big boys, breakin' all the rules Shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddies The same drama, when things went wrong we blamed mama I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary, hey I'd see the penitentiary One day, runnin' from the police that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside And even as a crack fiend mama You always was a black queen mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy tryin' to raise a man You always was committed, a poor single mother on welfare Tell me how you did it, there's no way I can pay you back But the plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love for my daddy 'cause the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry 'Cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless But all along I was lookin' for a father, he was gone I hung around with the thugs and even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin' I needed money of my own so I started slangin' I ain't guilty 'cause even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin' money in your mailbox I love payin' rent when the rent's due I hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to you 'Cause when I was low you was there for me You never left me alone because you cared for me And I can see you comin' home after work, late Your in the kitchen tryin' to fix us a hot plate Just workin' with the scraps you was given And mama made miracles every Thanksgiving But now the road got rough, your alone Tryin' to raise 2 bad kids on your own And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (And dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. Pour out some liquor and I reminisce 'Cause through the drama, I can always depend on my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy, there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act crazy I got to thank the Lord that you made me There are no words that can express how I feel You never kept a secret, always stayed real And I appreciate how you raised me And all the extra love that you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if you hold on It's a struggle, everyday gotta roll on And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady. Lady. Lady. Lady. |
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from 2Pac 3집 - Me Against The World (1995)
Child: Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?
Mother: I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window with that fuckin' AK all day You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't, you don't do a goddamn thing I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive In the city where the skinny niggas die If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry I expect retaliation in a hurry I see death around the corner, any day Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway Strugglin' and strivin', my destiny's to die Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help me Got me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain't healthy Am I paranoid? Tell me the truth I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot Ran out of endo and my mind can't take the stress, I'm out of breath Make me wanna kill my damn self, but I see death around the corner Chorus (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner, the pressure's getting to me I no longer trust my homies, them phonies tried to do me Smoking too much weed, got me paranoid, stressed Pack a gat and my vest, under my clothes when I dress Here's hopin' I die the way I lived, straight thuggin' Huggin' my trigger for all them niggas that was buggin' My homie told me once, don't you trust them other suckers They fought like they your homies but they phony motherfuckers And even if I did die young, who cares All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares I got homies in my head who done passed away screamin', please Young nigga, make Gs I can't give up, although I'm hopeless, I think my mind's gone All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner Chorus I was raised in the city, shitty Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty Drinkin' liquor out my momma's titty And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household, And drinking liquor til' you out cold And tho' I'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow Bustin' on them niggas till they gone How many more jealous ass bitches, comin' for my riches Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless, them bitches will start shit Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch No more game for free, please explain to me Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see? Murderin' now but see me later man, as for my pops I got homies that will hunt you til you drop I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G And gettin' high was a way of gettin' free I see death around the corner Chorus This is for all the real mothafuckin' niggas out there I know you ain't scared to die We all gotta go, ya know ? A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes And make sure he handles his motherfuckin' business Y'all niggas stop acting like pussies out there, all right (Movie bites) I'm tired off getting ripped off by guys like that I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want that son of a bitch dead, I want him dead I want him dead, I don't care |
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from 2Pac - Resurrection (2003)
Child: Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?
Mother: I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window with that fuckin' AK all day You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't, you don't do a goddamn thing I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive In the city where the skinny niggas die If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry I expect retaliation in a hurry I see death around the corner, any day Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway Strugglin' and strivin', my destiny's to die Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help me Got me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain't healthy Am I paranoid? Tell me the truth I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot Ran out of endo and my mind can't take the stress, I'm out of breath Make me wanna kill my damn self, but I see death around the corner Chorus (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner, the pressure's getting to me I no longer trust my homies, them phonies tried to do me Smoking too much weed, got me paranoid, stressed Pack a gat and my vest, under my clothes when I dress Here's hopin' I die the way I lived, straight thuggin' Huggin' my trigger for all them niggas that was buggin' My homie told me once, don't you trust them other suckers They fought like they your homies but they phony motherfuckers And even if I did die young, who cares All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares I got homies in my head who done passed away screamin', please Young nigga, make Gs I can't give up, although I'm hopeless, I think my mind's gone All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner Chorus I was raised in the city, shitty Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty Drinkin' liquor out my momma's titty And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household, And drinking liquor til' you out cold And tho' I'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow Bustin' on them niggas till they gone How many more jealous ass bitches, comin' for my riches Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless, them bitches will start shit Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch No more game for free, please explain to me Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see? Murderin' now but see me later man, as for my pops I got homies that will hunt you til you drop I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G And gettin' high was a way of gettin' free I see death around the corner Chorus This is for all the real mothafuckin' niggas out there I know you ain't scared to die We all gotta go, ya know ? A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes And make sure he handles his motherfuckin' business Y'all niggas stop acting like pussies out there, all right (Movie bites) I'm tired off getting ripped off by guys like that I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want that son of a bitch dead, I want him dead I want him dead, I don't care |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
Ahhh shit hahaha When I enter the first zone Worst known mic holder My Hummer roll up Evacuating strapped soldiers Inside strategy Manifestin' military styles Casually try da g When niggas battle me My prophesied prediction Switch and move positions Separated from his gun and bitch And watch 'em start snitchin' I keep spittin' still stupid niggas fail to listen I personify this thug livin' Hell or prison My ammunition varies My voice carries Watch me invite the whole world Me and the mob gettin' married It seems all the fine screams pierce the dark This is expected A trick bitch where is your heart You mark Watch niggas fall when I call they name We out laws hold your head niggas all the same Except some who want more out of life than stress We still thuggin' 'til its none left Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Dumpin' on motherfuckers at random Rapidly Wit' accuracy They shouldn't talk bad to me It had to be A motherfuckin' murder I'm glad to be A nigga that did the murder So sad to see Another motherfucker floatin' In plastic reef Sleep wit' his head wide open Rapid release Keep the police coastin' Casualties Warrant in deep east Oakland Yolk the nigga off the asphalt Drove off to the hills Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off Death with the lex ruger Death to ya Niggas cry when the bullets fly Kill and execute 'em I blast first 'til they body me Like my guns in variety Runnin' wit' the real big willies you silly punks try to be But front Doin' my walk by's rollin' a blunt Hand on my nuts in a get away car full of stunts Addicted to my nine Movin' like crime through time Poppin' niggas like pimples Nigga nothin' simple 'bout mine Etchasketchin' Dumpin' on all you punks at intersections Day in and day out Ain't no easy way outs or easy exits Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time When I hit the street All I can see is the grind Blood sweat and tears when I bust my rhyme Yeah I un for my folk like I load my nine And when I let loose Then no crew standin' but mine I gives a damn 'bout lame nigga actin' schiesty Same one knew I was in jail and didn't write me Wanna fight me then come find me What eva you do shawty you betta think wisely You might see me wit' a stack in the trap I use my thoughts and pen Similar to a saran wrap A lil' lame nigga I'll neva be Yeah I'ma keep it g I'm from the Three and Scrap will neva sleep Aye We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep Don't Sleep Don't Sleep |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
(Daz)
Yeah.. 'Pac, Dat Nigga Daz (yeah) Kurupt All up in this bitch (Intro) Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*) Don't stop.. Don't stop.. (Spoken over Intro) Keep it goin, got my nigga Slip Capone Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there Niggaz get around these backwoods Get around they mommas, pull up they pants hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha! (Daz) Who mashes with the crazy, illest niggaz in town? (I do) Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound? My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives It's about time the mashin is arrived I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin steel Steadily givin these niggaz no passes on livin (no passes) I spend major loot on khaki suits Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots I box niggaz twice my size, I bust wit a fo'-five Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live I live the unusual, crucial life So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew as just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless to step to this, we in effect, we dangerous Contendin mental murderers and ain't afraid to diss Biatch! (yeah) (2Pac) Now I been called crazy, to fade me it's not possible (haha) I give a fuck, what you thought, or who you brought witchu? (Bad Boy killer) A Bad Boy killer, Biggie annihilator They wonderin why he breathin, but bitches is dyin later (ahh) Better laugh now, then cry when I come to get you I hit you with two glocks, and leave you with scar tissue On some loco shit (loco), my pistol smoke yo' shit (smoke) Let's go for dolo BIATCH, and watch me flow yo' shit Mr., Makaveli movin pieces like telekenesis It's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces (hell yeah) Shots rang and niggaz brains were spilt Another Bad Boy affiliated (Bad Boy killer) nigga was kilt I hit the funeral and busted his folks and leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke Don't stop, keep goin (Chorus) Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*) (Kurupt) Well it's that seventeen shot glock cocker, the block rocker (fool) Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper Finally televised - Kurupt, Daz reside (resides) Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knifes Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone (That's that nigga) I packs heat when it's cold Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold Why you waitin for the poetical Satan? Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter Payton I snatch ya breath (aah!) and bust 'til there's no one left Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth (I'm the man nigga) I don't trust ya (I don't) The second I get a chance I'ma bust ya No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya (Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags (Chorus) Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 7X*) Don't stop, don't stop .. Let the speakers bump - BIATCH! (let the speakers bump) For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep Big Suburbans, they Lexuses, they Beemers We gon' break it down a lil' somethin like this for you to get yo' sub on throughout yo' neighborhood Turn it up, check it out (Daz) They claim to be down, they say they down (man fuck you man) Number one.. |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
Who you are One nation under a thug and bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no cause One nation young black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this Murderous mind state can't keep my nine straight Sippin' on this Hennessy waitin' for the time to break Show up and motherfuckers bow down recognize Westside Deathrow Outlaw Ridahz Untouchable mob of pistol packers Well known felons label for drug sellin' merciless jackers Forever buzzed roll with thugs and dawgs Commence to lettin' off rounds then escape in a fog Who wanna see me solo Catch Makaveli while he sleepin' My mini fourteen murderin' niggaz while they creepin' uh Duck or you ass out drink till you pass out Ain't scared to die drunk drivin' in my glasshouse Niggaz is under me they bitches come to me They heard the stories nigga now they wanna really see Bomb first my motto it's fully guaranteed Niggaz is playa haters label them my enemies I'm dumpin' Who you are One nation under a thug and bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no cause One nation young black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this When it's on I'm poppin' off every chance I get Out the window on some uptown anthem shit I'm stressin' but ain't no pressure here I been there before Fugitive task force at my girlfriend door Now they checkin' our my bedroom I ain't there 40 Cals extended clips still I ain't scared Outlaw and best believe they won't take me alive I'm different and I'ma prove it if it take me to die Knew that God had a plan for me But he won't be layin' up in my casket to doing life in the can for me Maybe I'm breezy or paranoid than a bitch Me dyin' you think I'd let them see the joy from that shit Walking dead angel spend they last days by me New Jersey giant like Dave Tyree Young George and Jonathan Jatt your guns clap Mine'll go brraaatt soldier like Geronimo Pratt And come through cockin' the black pound When they put twin towers up Pac I'm knocking them back down Poster child cheque Air Force Ones with the crooked dial checks I'm supposed to wild sex Money and murder is all I breathe in my life It's full of judges and chasin' enemies in the night Through the Henny I see the eyes of the devil G ridin' with extra boxes of bullets to the nine and the shell Who you are One nation under a thug and bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no cause One nation young black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this I always thought I'd have to die to do a record with Pac So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box You end up in a box cuz them graverobbin' bastards Dig your grave back up snatched you out the casket Worms in my eyes eating through my cabbage The flesh to the bones the bones to the ashes But I'm not dead I'm actually in a session With the 'Pac keeping the shot money progressive They don't really want no drama I know you're goons That's why I keep pressure on them like a open wound This God given he keep givin' me better music So every time you hear me my songs present improvement Y'all can't kill me y'all forever losin' Songs are evolution If I load your gun for you And we bang it out at some other niggaz you better shoot it Don't try to lie and say you was bustin' I'm clever stupid Claimin' you reppin' Ruthless you got the same bullets that you had When I loaded it for you you never used it The Nacirema dream get ready for execution Papoose Fatal and Pac the revolution Who you are One nation under a thug and bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no cause One nation young black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this Young nation just trying to get this Just trying to get this |
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Subject : 발매 20주년을 맞은 투팍(2Pac)의 [All Eyez on Me]
