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from [나는 가수다] 경연 13-1 [remake] (2011)
난 당신을 사랑했어요
한 번도 말을 못했지만 사랑해요 이젠 편히 쉬어요 내가 없는 세상에서 영원토록 어려서부터 우리집은 가난했었고 남들 다하는 외식 몇 번 한 적이 없었고 일터에 나가신 어머니 집에 없으면 언제나 혼자서 끓여먹었던 라면 그러다 라면이 너무 지겨워서 맛있는 것 좀 먹자고 대들었었어 그러자 어머님이 마지못해 꺼내신 숨겨두신 비상금으로 시켜주신 어머님은 자장면이 싫다고 하셨어 (하지만 어머님은 왠지 드시질 않았어) 어머님은 자장면이 싫다고 하셨어 (어머님은 자장면이 싫다고 하셨어) 야이야이야아아 그렇게 살아가고 그렇게 후회하고 눈물도 흘리고 야이야이야아아 그렇게 살아가고 너무나 아프고 하지만 다시 웃고 아버님 없이 마침내 우리는 해냈어 마침내 조그만 식당을 하나 갖게 됐어 크진 않았지만 행복했어 주름진 어머니 눈가엔 눈물이 고였어 어머니와 내 이름의 앞 글자를 따서 식당이름을 짓고 고사를 지내고 밤이 깊어가도 아무도 떠날 줄 모르고 사람들의 축하는 계속 되었고 어머님은 (자정이 다 돼서야 돌아갔어) 다시는 깨지 않으셨어 (피곤하셨는지 어머님은 어느새 깊이 잠이 들어버리시고는) 어머님은 (깨지 않으셨어) 다시는 깨지 않으셨어 (다시는) 깨지 않으셨어 (사랑한단 말 한마디 못했었는데) 야이야이야아아 그렇게 살아가고 그렇게 후회하고 눈물도 흘리고 야이야이야아아 그렇게 살아가고 너무나 아프고 하지만 다시 웃고 야이야이야아아 야이야이야아아 그렇게 살아가고 그렇게 후회하고 눈물도 흘리고 야이야이야아아 그렇게 살아가고 너무나 아프고 하지만 다시 웃고 난 당신을 사랑했어요 한 번도 말을 못했지만 사랑해요 이젠 편히 쉬어요 내가 없는 세상에서 영원토록 |
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from Hip Hop Jam 2001 [omnibus] (2001)
무한류 Style
(Verse 1 : 1taek) Mic Check 원택 즐겨쓰던 블랙 듀렉 벗어던지고 Born again 나의 뉴컨셉 특공 카미가제 어택 with new era 캡 더 이상의 핸디캡따윈 저리로 F*** dat 여태까지는 백보를 위한 한보 후퇴 자이젠 나 All set 백 배로 갚을 종합선물 Set를 들고 다시 랩계로 방아쇠 Click Click We back back with new infinism shit 다음 차례 9th kill got my back to my target my rhyme's are phat 이게 너와 나의 Gap protect ya neck cause I'll kick your ass watch ya'll back 내가 100% 이긴 Game (Verse 2 : 나투) Game 2 check the mic take the style who got my back 넋업샨 year2kilo 멋지게 장식할 무한류 Style속의 EI to the JI infinizm rappers n-ter make the dynasty a 모두다가 내뿜는 연기 Prana 그 끝을 알 수 없는 향기 Vedanta 나타나지 않는다면 모를 Na2da 어린 작부의 젓가락질과 Microphone checka prajna 이 지경으로 오직 두이만이 알리하리 막 지나온 Count down 1 & 2 & 3 Back up Back up Back up 언제든지 준비완료 치고 올라 Step up Step up Step up (Chorus) 1 2 3 to the 4 Infinite Flow 다시 성풍속으로 Eini mini myni mo make the goal in to the 성전속으로 (Verse 3 : 넋업샨) 뿜어 비수같이 9th skill 원하고있는 무한류 Style 다시 성풍속으로 뿜어 커다랗게 골리앗 원택이 원하는 make the goal in to the 성전속으로 그리고 나 넋업샨 흘려버린 잘못이란 너무나 슬픈 아픔으로 너희들에게 빌린 믿음으로 무로 돌아가 다시 Let's do this yo Hip-Hop 날 원하고 있는 무한의 소리에 빛이 들어와 mic 잡고 있는 앞을 향해 뿌려대-는 무대 위에 두 눈으로, 끝도 없이 반복되는 비트-를 잡고 흔드는 9th kill 원택 넋업샨 flow (It goes) (Chorus) |
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from Hip Hop Jam 2001 [omnibus] (2001)
hiphop destiny nation westside east side간에 이루어졌던 지역다툼속에서의 river south 끝없는 힙합의 압구정 한복판에는 모두가 다들 mc yo 하지만 반대로 river north yo
2pac앨범조차 찾아볼수 없지 좁디좁은 땅덩어리에서 벌어진 강남 강북에 서로서로간에 crying속에 나타나는 힙합의 동네 이름이 되어버린 그것이 사시 꽃도 안피는 땅에 거름을 뿌려버린 한 농부의 yo yo 망연자실 thug like a river sound(2pac)fuck the destinination(high stock)차가운 바닥에 떨군 영혼(2pac)그 눈물 거두고 새로 시작해 미리오(high stock)썩어버린 몸에(2pac)더이상은 웃진 않지(high stock)따가운 그들의 시선(2pac)나는 그렇게 살아가네 LS(what)hiphoper likes 생소획득 하지만 아직도 뉴욕에서의 고독 니가 자랑하는 그 dirty money 아녀자하는 의욕없이 백인 양아치의 의미없는 욕지거리에 흥분하지 백인 우월주의에 넌 빠져있지 2pac의 무거운 삶의 짐을 얹고마치 niggaed 힙합 some life 자기가 mc인양 검은색 외치는 play lie 내가 나타나면 숨은 뒤에 경찰을 불러 나의 생각을 바꿀수 있는 방법 내머릴 날려 너의 더러운 자가용 옆에 빛나는 48구경의 나의 mind탄환 다시 무차별 가격 미리오 이 내 이름으로 이바닥에 발들여 놓은지도 우리나라 힙합씬 생기고 별로 안되었겠지 요새 어느새 하늘높이 찌를 만큼의 힙합의 인기 그 유행의 물결속에 무엇이 진짜가짜인지 모르겠어 헷갈려하니 다들 하지만 내눈에는 뭐를 위한 싸움인지 모두 무의미하기만 해 그래 이좁은 나라에서 고작 강하나 사이두고서 왠 편견의 시선 그래 그리마라 이해할순없어 2pac and bigge 그런 일들은 없기를 빌지 우리나라 사람들이 잘하는 짓 연고내세우기 누구나 다 힙합좋아할 수 있는걸 어디에 살건 중요치 않아 힙합아래 뭉친 우리 yo thug like a river sound(2pac)fuck the destinination(high stock)차가운 바닥에 떨군 영혼(2pac)그 눈물 거두고 새로 시작해 미리오(high stock)썩어버린 몸에(2pac)더이상은 웃진 않지(high stock)따가운 그들의 시선(2pac)나는 그렇게 살아가네 그때나 지금이나 나의 길 너무나 긴 river westside에는 언제나 나를 향한 all eyes on me 뒷골목을 배회하며 느낀 건 세상에 대한 반감 마치 2pac의 머리를 겨누고 있던 총과 같이 언제 세상을 뜰지 모르는 시한부인생 일생을 넓은 광야 한복판에서 수많은 사람들의 이목이 집중 river westside 힙합과는 거리가 먼 이 도시 yo 내가 속해있는 이곳이 yo 좁은 땅덩어리 더욱더 좁게 느껴져 너무나 힘든 삶을 살아왔고 살고있고 살아가지 thug like a river sound(2pac)fuck the destinination(high stock)차가운 바닥에 떨군 영혼(2pac)그 눈물 거두고 새로 시작해 미리오(high stock)썩어버린 몸에(2pac)더이상은 웃진 않지(high stock)따가운 그들의 시선(2pac)나는 그렇게 살아가네 |
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from 2Pac 3집 - Me Against The World (1995)
I wanna dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford
and all other lil' young niggaz that's in a rush to be gangstas As a young nigga, I'm almost swellin in the wind Give anythang, to be that innocent again, when I was ten I didn't bang but I was hangin with the homies tell them niggaz started slangin that they don't know me I got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn't pay me Lately I've been tryin to make a bill-ion, can you play me with that jealousy they need to miss me, don't sweat me If them cowards really want me, come get me, and even I someday will die but I'm cautious, I'm fin' to ride Put down the top, now we flossin Hit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window Workin with a twenty sack of indo, feelin good Stop through the hood, grab the young thugs And I can't help but reminisce back when we slung drugs, know it's bad but all we had was our hopes and dreams Couldn't see unless we learned to slang dope to fiends as young niggaz He's the kind of G like everybody knows As a young nigga He's always G'd up, from head to toe My memories as a young nigga Always got it blown like Al Capone Young nigga He's the downest G I've ever known Back in Junior High, when we was barely gettin by, when daddy died That's when my momma started gettin high My neighborhood was full of drivebys, couldn't survive All our homies livin short lives, I couldn't cry Told my momma if I did die, just put a blunt in my casket let me get my dead homies high Come follow me throughout my history, it's just Me Against the World stuck in misery; as a young nigga My only thing was to be paid Life full of riches avoid snitched cause they shady, back in the days We always found the time to play, but that's before they taught them gangbangers how to spray Not just L.A., but in the Bay and in Chicago and even St. Louis Every stadium that I go, when will they change? Stuck in the game like a dumb nigga Remember how it was, to be a young nigga He's the kind of G like everybody knows As a young nigga He's always G'd up, from head to toe My memories as a young nigga Always got it blown like Al Capone Young nigga He's the downest G I've ever known I'm tellin you.. .. to be young, have your brains and have every ? and all that Yo, y'all niggaz don't know how good you really do got it Muh'fuckers need to just calm down and peep what the fuck they wanna do for the rest of the life 'Fore you end your life before you BEGIN your life You dumb nigga Now that I'm grown, I got my mind on bein somethin Don't wanna be another statistic, out here doin nuttin Tryin to maintain in this dirty game, keep it real and I will even if it kills me, my young niggaz break away from these dumb niggaz Put down the guns and have some fun nigga, the rest'll come nigga Fame is a fast thang, that gangbangin puttin niggaz in a casket, murdered for hangin at the wrong place at the wrong time, no longer livin Cause he threw up the wrong sign, and every day I watch the murder rate increases, and even worse the epidemic and diseases, what is the future? The projects lookin hopeless, where more and more brothers givin up and don't care Sometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed and I proceed to blow the track up, for young niggaz He's the kind of G like everybody knows For these young niggaz He's always G'd up, from head to toe My memories as a young nigga He always got it blown like Al Capone Take it slow nigga, it's for the young niggaz He's the downest G I've ever known As a young nigga He's the kind of G like everybody knows He's always G'd up, from head to toe Memories as a young nigga He always got it blown like Al Capone He's the downest G I've ever known (Pac talking overlaps singing last four lines) This go out to the young thugs, the have-nots (you know) Little bad motherfuckers from the block (that's right) Them niggaz that's thirteen and fourteen Drivin Cadillacs, Benzes and shit (I see you boy) Young motherfuckin hustlers (make that money boy) Stay strong nigga You could be a fuckin accountant, not a dope dealer youknowhatI'msayin? (Go to school nigga, go to school) Fuck around and, you pimpin out here You could be a lawyer (really doe) Niggaz gotta get they priorities straight (Don't see Johnny Cochran out in this motherfucker) Really doe.. young niggaz.. little RahRah (sup nigga) Especially my little cousins don't be no dumb guy (Don't be a dumb nigga, listen, young niggaz) *singers freestyle and skat to the end of the song* |
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from 2Pac 1집 - 2pacalypse Now (1991)
<< Young Black Male >>
--- 2 Pac ['Hard like an erection...' -- Ed O.G.] Young black male! ['Hard like an erection...'] ['...ain't shit to fool with' -- Ice Cube] ['Hard like an erection...'] Young black male! ['...ain't shit to fool with'] *runs backwards* Young black male! (2Pac) Yes niggaz... yes niggaz... yes niggaz Young black male! ['Hard like an erection...'] Young black male! ['Hard like an erection...'] ['...ain't shit to fool with'] ['Hard like an erection...'] Young black male! ['Hard like an erection...'] ['...ain't shit to fool with'] (2Pac) Go nigga, go!! Verse One: Young black male I try to effect by kicking the facts and stacking much mail I'm packing a gat cuz guys wanna jack and fuck goin to jail Cuz I ain't equipped to stop how I look I don't sell ya-yo They teachin a brother like I was in books Follow me into a flow I'm sure you know, which way to go I'm hittin em out of the dopes So slip on the slope, let's skip on the flow I'm fuckin the sluts and hoes The bigger the butts the tighter the clothes The gimminy jimminy grows Then whaddya know, it's off with some clothes Rowd when the crowd says hoe That let's me know, they know I can flow Love when they come to my shows I get up and go, with skins before When I'm collecting my dough I never respect, the one that I back The quicker the nigga can rap The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat What kind of style is that? The style of a mack, and ready to jack I rendered up piles of black The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack I hate it when real nigga bust They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust I had enough of the fuss I bust what I bust, and cuss when I must They gave me a charge for sales For selling the tales... of young black males Yes nigga, N-I-G-G-A niggaz Ay nigga you can't handle that shit! Pass that man! Hit that shit, that's the shit! It smell like skunk, skunk smell like that nigga momma We ain't nuttin but some low down dirty niggaz Keep it real nigga, fuck you nigga! You ain't givin me near a dime on this real motherfucker Fuck St. Ide's it's an Old E thing baby Strictly some of that Hennesee Can I drink with you fellas? Can I get it on it? Fuck you Capo. You ain't in baby. I tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking all that shit, when I come back, OK? We gonna say who the big mouth, when I come back YOUNG BLACK MALE! |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
[Young Noble]
Yo, I can see That you obviously don't know me or my homies We O-U-T Lawz, fuck the phonies A wise hustler once told me, it's on you Though it was dreams when he first told me Now it's true I got love for you only to a certain exstend Niggas ain't worth shit Cops and ride dick permits I heard this and heard that About them O-you-T Lawz Some of them soldiers got shot Some of them soldiers fell off Fuck y'all now everybody tied to us Hollering out a nigga name But never said what up That shit critical, despicable, unforgivable I too like Hot? Your own fan won't remember you Thuggin' but we still spiritual, clear lyrical I'm like the fuckin' Deff Squad My ears ain't hearin' y'all Pump fearin' y'all But damn I ain't even wantin' to scare y'all Listen to what I tell y'all Fuck the world, Your baby moms and your baby girl You muthafuckas so fake, Yo they made me want to earl Blake, hate snakes thug hatin the degree Outlawz on a paper chase Can you relate thug niggaz [Napoleon Chorus] We will never fall through it all, we'll always stand tall 'Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers And if you believe in that shit that you heard Y'all don't know us, y'all don't know us [Napoleon] Now I been trapped down And fucked since day one This instructional style of mine ain't no fun Where I'm from You sure to see about 10 niggaz in a bedroom Eating off the same spoon Sweeping with the same broom It's hazard, it's you don't want yo life Well give me grab it I was born inside a love zone With a glock-nine young marriage It's critical Then one of them sat down living so Mystikal and impious With a heart full of anger it's so ridiculous So give me some with 21-gun soldier salute With a 19-inch black handle snake knife in my boots I'm straight from the strong, thug to your life Right to yo wrong, I'll put the good to your evil I'm the shells to your chrome, you dig that? I'm life, I'll bring the moon to your night I'll put the dick to your wife And I'm the Jesus of your Christ You dig that? respect this I'll bring the end to your claw I'll bring the loc to your heart And I'll put the snoop on yo dogs You hear me? We follow, this little bullet so hollow I can promise that estacy ain't promised tomorrow With this two man mades Me and my soul death astrayed I watch my parents get blowed away Now look what it made I'm something to face This lunacy then with me, then with chemistry Got my eyes on you, the first time you cross me I'll be frying you, cause why'all don't know me [Young Noble Chorus] We will never fall through the war, we'll always stand tall [Why] Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers [E.D.I] When we was kids, the loving felt good But of course have the respect Though it's even better Now for this chedder Niggaz is laying deader Then Malcom and Martin put together Oh Lord only knows where we'll end up Remember what Pac said Watch the fuckin signs But we wasn't listening Too busy trippin off his shine Now one time for my muthafuckin' Outlawz Napoleon, Noble, and Kastro May we all roll And if you don't know We got the rap game petro Scared cause we bout to release Like heavy metal Nationwide, underground We running the ghettos Stealing all of ya fan base like we kleptos Bitch I can't let go I been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too long And niggaz is stealing my shit And busting it wrong Hot shots holla back when you get 'em Outlawz'll sic 'em, bustin back at the system Military wisdom Preparing myself for armegeddom Breaking my balls at this game Knowing it's a dead end And my only weapon Is my believe that I'm superior Yeah we the muthafuckas That you niggaz is liery off Controlling my steam Knowing my team to deserve more Fuck the reframe Stick to the game and earn more Holding my head, rolling the head with focus Laughing inside 'Cause deep inside why'all don't know us [Young Noble Chorus] We will never fall through it all, we'll always stand tall [Why] 'Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers And if you believe in that shit that you heard Y'all don't know us, why'all don't know us We will never fall [Never] through the war, we'll always stand tall Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers And if you believe in that shit that you heard Y'all don't know us, y'all don't know us [E.D.I Talking] Ain't never know niggaz like us boy They don't make niggaz like us no more Thug in Peace... to all my niggaz [Never] See ya soon... uhh |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Uhh ... World wide mob figgaz
World wide mob figga (O-U-T-L-A-W-Z) World wide mob figgaz (For real, for real) World wide mob figgaz Check game little young punks World wide mob figgaz (EDI) What? Uh, uh Put your hands up, rich niggaz throw the grands up And what? I got a plot to get what's mine in the nine-nine It's my time mother fucker try to stop me busting nine-nines Wild ridahs all I see when I open up Baby girl fucking you now, before I blow up You know what? I seen your kind before, high saditty but really like it raw In the closet like a ridah type of whore by the shore Not sure, of who to trick on but I'm collectin these vicks when I put the dick on her O-U-T-L-A-W-Z Fucking with a nigga living destructively, pump and pee Tuckin T's up in ? When I jump on I'm trying to handle my business full grown Just soft niggaz, it's getting crazy after dark, where the real thug niggaz see ya are? We world wide mob figgaz (Young Noble) We got niggaz on the front line living it up We got ladies in the back street giving it up Ain't nothing but a thug thang (thug thang) World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang) We got homies on the front line living it up We got ladies in the back street giving it up Ain't nothing but a thug thang (thug thang) World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang, nutz hang,) World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang, nutz hang,) World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (Napoleon) Nigga duck down buck first, make 'em feel somethin Shouldn't (?) if you ain't kill nuttin You didn't kill me now you gotta face a young man got chrome heavily armed Outlawz did that, heavily gone So we ride with what's left us, the best of us Plus we wake up with our tech on us We test yo' nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the street Obey the rules of the ones who want beef we'll eat Y'all niggaz weak in a motherfuckin way it's so pitiful I'll leave you mother fuckers critical We heard the slick shit you said on fucking Too $hort tape But you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave That's what you brave niggaz get for fucking with this You had your chance to mob first you didn't you missed Just switched to fake Napoleon be the mother fucker last nigga with the gat to break The last of fate, earthquake aftershock, is what you got Fuckin with niggaz that give a damn about hip-hop This how it go in our family Busting outlawz shit is what we stand for gradually We world wide mob figgaz (Tupac Talking) World wide mother fucking mob figgaz Weed smoking, Gun toting, drinking Riding on our mother fucking enemies Y'all know how we do it A world wide mob figure (Young Noble) I be the Young N-O to the B-L-E Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z M-A-R was for starters, flee the whole cartridge Your lady blew out the squad and the whold sausage (?), hitting donuts in a six Sip Coronas when we bendin the corner, brothers hit Urban legend, dirty third still reppin Still double-S to bum rush your session I get as dirty as birt, you just a nigga in a skirt Drinkin Squirt, punk duck, hit the dirt Sprint to the church that you got comin Outlawz on the ride picture God runnin Ain't nuttin but a thug thang, bust your brains Pac passed the rock so we tucked the game Under our belt, we huntin the wealth, you fuckin yourself off Don't you know not to go against the Outlawz (Chorus) World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang.. World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang.. (Verse Four: 2Pac) Hey watch out man, look out Known for doin scandalous deeds, no handlin me And nah it aint the drugs it's the straight thug nigga in me I swoop down and cause havoc My rapid delivery, is automatic lettin niggaz have it I've been labelled as a thug nigga Since they don't sell my shit to white folks ship it to the drug dealers And catch a catch a nigga world wide A fuckin mob figga West coast, who-ride When we rob niggaz money make my squad bigger But we ain't sell our souls Bustin on my enemies, murder my foes At my shows I'm a nut, lights camera time for action Now get to clappin to my cuts, a world wide mob figga (Chorus) (2Pac ad libbing) Hey yo, get that mother fucker right there Hey yo, K, pull out man, that mother fucker and blast Yo Mo, get over there, get over there Hey yo Malc, get Bustin them mother fuckers Hey bust on them, bust on that nigga Hey yo Yak, c'mon, Fatal, lets get the fuck outta here Fuck them niggaz West Coast nigga, West Coast World wide mother fucking mob figgaz nigga We thug life Nigga know what time it is Get the fuck out of here Any day, any day nigga, come on Hey come the fuck on We out nigga, westside!!! Outlaw ridahs biatch!!! |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Hehehe, these are my words to my first born...
(2Pac) Can you picture, young niggaz in a rush to grow Til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat Probably never even saw it comin - too busy bullshittin Caught him with his mouth runnin; ain't this a bitch They got me twisted in this game The feds and the punk, po - lice pointin pistols at my brain I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out My homies murdered execution style runnin in the drug house What was supposed to be a easy hit - now shit is flipped Cause niggaz died over bullshit - it's not my dream I'm seein pictures of a broken man, no witnesses Only the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents In our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical We hobble through these tryin times, livin blind Lord help me with my troubled soul Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow? And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love To the thugs in heaven I'll see you there It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned Help you make it through the storm My words to my first born, feel me ... My words to my first born ... My words to my first born (2Pac) Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse And though it hurt me there was no distortion Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions Quiet your soul, cause you know what you had to do And so did victims of a world they never came to I understand it's a better day comin Sometimes cats be sleepin on the dead end Drivin with the car runnin blinded Ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn Love letters to the innocent and unborn All the babies that died up on the table Wasn't able to breathe, cause the family wasn't able Can't - blame her I would do the same All I could give it was my debt and my last name Cause in the game things change livin up and down This hard life got me walkin with my head down Flashin frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong? But I'll never get to know, so I carry on It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born My words to my first born, feel me ... My words to my first born ... Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born ... Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed nigga (Above the Law) Two thousand somethin somethin it's a new era A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear See there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt (What else is it dawg?) The velvet and the silk, and makin sure my kittens got they milk (Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll Ain't no question is it? Above the Law hustlers If it's related to chips, homey we'll handle ya Yo... Although we never take advantage though we always into ery'thang By all means, stack green, gangsta lean They say money make the world go 'round So only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers And niggaz that's truly down - and keep God first And give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts It's player haters every corner you hit Touchin their tits, hella thick, tryin to get you for yo' grip I know you stressed out and fed up But come out, gun - blazin, and keep yo' head up You can call it what you want to but it ain't gon' change Above the Law, 2Pac, O. G. 's in this rap game And we done lived a long hard life And we done shed so many tears under these bright lights Y'all, although we grew up, corrupted and scorned We still got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first born (2Pac) What you gon' tell your kids nigga? Who was you? What was you doin? How did you put it down? These my words to my motherfuckin first born So they can know, y'knahmean? Hehehe Ain't nuttin but a motherfuckin rider, Wessyde 'til I die That's all it was, it's a crooked - ass hand they deal a motherfucker I just played to win, just played to win Motherfucker gotta bet agains the odds... |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
You wonda why they call U bitch
Look here Miss Thang hate to salt your game but yous a money hungry woman and you need to change. In tha locker room all the homies do is laugh. High five's cuz anotha nigga played your ass. It was said you were sleazy even easy sleepin around for what you need See it's your thang and you can shake it how you wanna. Give it up free or make your money on the corner. But don't be bad and play the game get mad and change. Then you wonda why these muthafuckas call you names. Still lookin' for a way out and that's OK I can see you wanna stray there's a way out. Keep your mind on your money, enroll in school. And as the years pass by you can show them fools. But you ain't tryin' to hear me cuz your stuck, you're headin' for the bathroom 'bout to get tossed up. Still lookin' for a rich man you dug a ditch, got your legs up tryin' to get rich. |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
This ain't livin..
[2Pac] Nigga - I hear even the smaller G's be dippin Chevy Impalas while flossin they gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow We (?)swallow tomorrow(?) see, what we leave is hollow We feed violence and greed, let 'em bleed tomorrow In time, they grip a nine, sippin wine - hit grass 'til I be starin watch the parents sacrifice they child The love's gone, a thug's home, with no love Feelin so strong, make young boys into drug lords Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes Now three for Johnny Law tryin to make my chips I never pulled the trigger, didn't touch that bitch Throw yo' hands in the air, it's a robbery .. thinkin 'Pac, would you ride with me Let's go see what our enemies talkin bout When G's enter the house nobody's walkin out This ain't livin, it's similar to prison, we trapped My homies jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped I watch my back twenty-fo' seven and never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you know! This is how it goes when we floss with foes Before I toss yo' hoe, it'll cost you mo' I do shows make a lot of dough, murder my foes But I'd give it all up, if it would help you grow This ain't livin [Chorus 2X: sung] Takes a life to make a life (takes a life) Livin in the world of crime tonight (takes a life) Can't find a better way to break you This ain't livin I gotta do what I gotta do [2Pac] Peep it - gunfire is produced at alarmin rates Today's youth, quick to shoot, get in the car and break "It Takes a Nation of Millions" if we intend to stop the killin Just search your feelings, participate in some rehabil'n They our seeds and when they bleed, we bleed That's what becomes of lonely children, they turn to G's Heavenly father can you rescue, my young nation rest the Lord will protect you, respect due Not a threat as I step in blue, and check those that oppose when I froze them fools, and who are you to watch me fall farther I disappeared, reappeared as the .. follow me now Skippin class, and livin fast, will get yo' ass stuck in the pen, doin life plus ten Young brother pump yo' brakes for me, before you choke won't ya soak up some game from yo' big homies This ain't livin, we givin you jewelsl, use 'em as tools Explode on they industry and fade them fools You know the rules, gotta be a rider You can run the red lights but read the street signs, heyy This for all of y'all that keep on raisin hell Put a pistol in your hand and let you fade yourself It ain't right, what you put your momma through, young G Gotta change your life, take the game from me This ain't livin [Chorus] - 2X |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males Let's take a peak... Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders Them brothers gettin further Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin Spot some thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin Dirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now listen Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back around in '96 All the gals my six (what else?) my track crew and my mother Make these police wonder: how is he so undercover? Never been a lover, but America had broke my heart I was told to tear up out this before this tear me apart Eat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese While the Japs stack scratch with the Vietnamese But I'm finna squeeze, stack cheese they left on a trap A young playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rap It's just that feelin, that feelin that I have for children Are able to love us, but these crazy devils try to kill us 'I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho' 'Smokin that dank to deal with the pain' (My nigga Ray Luv, when'd you get up out the pen, man?) June 2nd '93 I returned to the streets Did 2 months in the county and I opt to the beat Now the cops keep watch, cause they know that I rap Tell the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap But I ain't yo gangsta, just a young nigga caught up in the struggle Born hustler, goin for the jugular Out to take the beast down, piece down might be too late The funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid Would love to catch a playa slippin, take me down and book me Guilty as charged, hit the switch and try to cook me Silence a nigga for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin ya A poison you created in the veins of America Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin from Remember me, that real-ass nigga you been runnin from Got us sprung off the cocaine and the welfare While the black babies die without health care [ Mac Mall ] Now how could I pledge allegiance to a racist-ass flag When the rollers at my do' with a .44 mag? Got my mother spittin drag 'bout I ain't home Got a double homicide warrant on my dome I hear em pushin in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips Cut through the back window and like a g hit a fence I'm thinkin 'bout my folks gettin sent for violation Foes and punk police, them devils still at my do' I peep a group of ten tryina get information I threw the clips in the Mac, start lettin off frustration It's better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway So if I go out blastin, call it my fate I got niggas in the pen like my cousin Bud Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man [ 2Pac ] Now I been called a crook, a killer, a thug A no-good dealer of drugs And Blood or Cuz, doesn't matter what set you was Cause where I'm at, if you black, we strapped As long as ki's make g's these thieves attack And ain't no rules on the streets these days Muthafuckas better watch they back and take it eazay I'm livin in the dangerzone And learnin lesson from the game, it's on Niggas was gone when the frame was on I'm gettin breaken them balls daily Is there a ghetto in heaven or do I go to hell? See, seems I was senteced to death, takin my steps with my head down Why pour I liquor for my niggas, cause they dead now My memory since I was a little seed Was a penitentiary full of niggas like me These cops can't terrorize us, they despise us Niggas, cause we on the rise Plus everybody's searchin for a piece of the truth And the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut And the truth is 'I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho' 'Smokin that dank to deal with the pain' |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males Let's take a peak... Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders Them brothers gettin further Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin Spot some thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin Dirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now listen Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back around in '96 All the gals my six (what else?) my track crew and my mother Make these police wonder: how is he so undercover? Never been a lover, but America had broke my heart I was told to tear up out this before this tear me apart Eat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese While the Japs stack scratch with the Vietnamese But I'm finna squeeze, stack cheese they left on a trap A young playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rap It's just that feelin, that feelin that I have for children Are able to love us, but these crazy devils try to kill us 'I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho' 'Smokin that dank to deal with the pain' (My nigga Ray Luv, when'd you get up out the pen, man?) June 2nd '93 I returned to the streets Did 2 months in the county and I opt to the beat Now the cops keep watch, cause they know that I rap Tell the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap But I ain't yo gangsta, just a young nigga caught up in the struggle Born hustler, goin for the jugular Out to take the beast down, piece down might be too late The funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid Would love to catch a playa slippin, take me down and book me Guilty as charged, hit the switch and try to cook me Silence a nigga for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin ya A poison you created in the veins of America Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin from Remember me, that real-ass nigga you been runnin from Got us sprung off the cocaine and the welfare While the black babies die without health care [ Mac Mall ] Now how could I pledge allegiance to a racist-ass flag When the rollers at my do' with a .44 mag? Got my mother spittin drag 'bout I ain't home Got a double homicide warrant on my dome I hear em pushin in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips Cut through the back window and like a g hit a fence I'm thinkin 'bout my folks gettin sent for violation Foes and punk police, them devils still at my do' I peep a group of ten tryina get information I threw the clips in the Mac, start lettin off frustration It's better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway So if I go out blastin, call it my fate I got niggas in the pen like my cousin Bud Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man [ 2Pac ] Now I been called a crook, a killer, a thug A no-good dealer of drugs And Blood or Cuz, doesn't matter what set you was Cause where I'm at, if you black, we strapped As long as ki's make g's these thieves attack And ain't no rules on the streets these days Muthafuckas better watch they back and take it eazay I'm livin in the dangerzone And learnin lesson from the game, it's on Niggas was gone when the frame was on I'm gettin breaken them balls daily Is there a ghetto in heaven or do I go to hell? See, seems I was senteced to death, takin my steps with my head down Why pour I liquor for my niggas, cause they dead now My memory since I was a little seed Was a penitentiary full of niggas like me These cops can't terrorize us, they despise us Niggas, cause we on the rise Plus everybody's searchin for a piece of the truth And the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut And the truth is 'I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho' 'Smokin that dank to deal with the pain' |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
[Tupac Talking]
Heavenly Father Hear a nigga down here Before I go to sleep Who do you believe in? Who do you believe in? [Tupac] I see mothers in black crying Brothers in packs dying Plus everybody's high Too doped up to ask why Watching our on downfall, witness the end It's like we don't believe in God cause we living in sin I asked my homie on the block why he strapped He laughed Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast It's just another murder Nobody mourns no more My teardrops getting bigger But can't figure what I'm crying for Is it the miniature caskets? Little babies Victims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy Maybe its just the drugs Visions of how the block was Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us Perhaps the underlying facts they hide Explain genocide It's when we ride on our own kind What is it we all fear? Reflections in the mirror We can't escape fate The end is getting nearer [Chorus] 2x Who do you believe in? I put my faith in God Blessed and still breathing And even though it's hard That's who I believe in Before I'm leaving I'm asking the grieving Who do you believe in? [Tupac] Can't close my eyes cause all I see is terror I hate the man in the mirror Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer Times of Armageddon Murder in mass amounts In this society where only getting the cash counts I started out as a beginner Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner I make my money and vacate, evade prison Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven And all the Hennessey and weed can't hide The pain I feel inside You know It's like I'm living just to die I fall on my knees and beg for mercy Not knowing if I'm worthy Living life thinking no man can hurt me So I'm asking Before I lay me down to sleep Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me My misery I rose up from the slums Made it out the flames In my search for fame Will I change? And I'm asking [Chorus] x2 [Kadafi] Faith in Allah, believe in me, and it's plastic Cause so far I done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets With they chest plates stretched like elastic And what's worse I'm on front line Holding down camp still mashing Heard my cousin One of the old heads from the block Just came home October of 95 Back in Yardville stuck with a three to five If he don't act up Now he realize If you don't stay wise Then in this game you fucked Talk to my baby girl Give me the word on what she heard One of the grimmies is snitching Diming, a stool pigeon I talked to him He said he didn't My man said he did, in fact he sure Cause he just came home off a bid [Chorus] x2 Who do you believe in? Is it Buddah, Jehova Or Jah? Or Allah? Is it Jesus? Is it God? Or is just yourself? Definitely, not to be imposed Even a demon Cause this is the joy of the movement Men, to believe in yourselves But for sure, the higher power Resides only to ride through the heart of the true From the soul, of the man For truth never has an alibi In the poetry or in this round That's what pulls our words together Just to understand That every man is his own man And only man can satisfy the man Only the soul of the man The feelings of the man The for realness of the man You can't shake the man when you feel the man You know the man And you gotta call yourself because you are that man Tupac over Female Singing Who do you believe in? (I put my faith in God) Put my faith in God, and Blessed and still breathing Even though it's hard (who do you believe in?) That's who I believe in (even though it's hard) Before I'm leaving I'm asking the grieving (who do you believe in?) Who do you believe in? Who do you? (blessed and still breathing) Oh, blessed (before I'm leaving, I'm asking the grieving) Oh, blessed (who do you be |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
Fugees! Fugees and Mobb Deep tryin to diss now too huh?
Hahaha! Well I ain't prejudiced, I don't give a fuck This is what it sounds like - when we ride on our enemies Biatch! When we ride on our enemies (Verse One) Hey! Got some static for some niggaz on the other side of town Let my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now What they want from us motherfuckin thug niggaz? Used to love niggaz now I plug niggaz, and slug niggaz Am I wrong? Niggaz makin songs, tryin to get with us Must be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust To the chest I bust! Then we ride 'til the sun come shinin back to brighten up the sky, many die Heard the Fugees was tryin to do me - look bitch! I cut yo' face, this ain't no motherfuckin movie Then! We watch the other two die slow Castrated entertainin at my motherfuckin sideshow Bam! Set my plan in mo', time to exterminate my foes I can't stand you hoes, uhh Now label this my fuckin trick shot My lyrics runnin all you cowards out of hip-hop When we ride - on our enemies When we ride on our enemies I bet you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies When we ride on our enemies Bet all you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies (Verse Two) Come take a journey through my mind's eye You crossed the game, don't explain, nigga time to die, say goodbye Watch my eyes when I pull the trigger So right before you die you bow before a bigga nigga, now dry yo' eyes You was heartless on yo' hits Niggaz love to scream peace after they start some shit - pay attention Here's a word to those that robbed me I murder you then I, run a train on Mobb Deep! Don't fuck with me Nigga you're barely livin, don't you got sickle cell? See me have a seizure on stage, you ain't feelin well, hell How many niggaz wanna be involved? See I was only talkin to Biggie, but I'll kill allay'all, then ball Then tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed Fuck around and get tossed up, by the fuckin Outlawz Before I leave, make sure everybody heard Know I meant, every motherfuckin word When we ride on our enemies When we ride on our enemies Make sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies When we ride on our enemies, hehe I make sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
Outlaw Immortalz
Bow down to somethin greater than yourself trick Individuals capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swolls They know You watchin but you ain't seein what lies before you, beatch Picture if you will seven deadly human beings blessed with the gift to speak, the power to reach each nigga on every street May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud of what transpired since the day the seed was planted The G grew but we knew he'd rise up quick Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into shit Just me and my dogs livin like hogs Outlaw Immortalz What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue What lies between is the fiction Don't fuck around and make it true (Tupac) Hahahahahaha My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe I pull revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me Plus my alias is Makaveli A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a nigga bellt Bust him to see if he bleed, he shoulda never fucked around with a sick-ass nigga like me They call my name out and niggaz run, best be prepared for the Outlawz, here we come (Hussein Fatal) They call me Hussein fatal, it's a two game table I'm robbin ya niggaz cradle wit a knife in your navel Rap-related criminally activated and evil I wouldn't wanna be you behind my fuckin Desert Eagle Till the end, I'm tellin all friends and enemies You see what I got to make you freeze, to touch me you need ten of these Complete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast Young Gunz fire and niggaz bleed, I see Mo (Kastro) I be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials Sew up all the potential, million, billion dollar baller potential Sort it, oughta call on a nigga I'll be sure to get you Take cash bro, fast yo, for my Kastro Blast and I'ma last yo past all these Glass Joes and assholes who claim, like they be runnin thangs I be gunnin those same niggaz runnin late, to their fate (Napoleon) My alias is motherfuckin Na-poleon, and I'd rather be robbin again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin But the shit ain't nothin, and I got no time for no bluffin befo' a nigga finish with puttin in work I betta end up with somethin I think these niggaz got the game fucked up If they don't believe, that a young nigga like me, would bust (Boo-Yaa!) Perhaps it's a must, I'm facin cases, fuck probation is what I'm screamin when these money hungry cops be chasin Chorus: Tupac Thug nigga till we die, no mercy on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride! Thug nigga till we die, no mercy on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride! (Mussolini) It's the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini Mentally unstable, G status, so you can't see me Drug warlord, riding Concorde jets Rag Vette's, shakin bitches and snitches and trippin on sets Ingle-Watts banger, keepin one in the chamber For the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride Suicidal thoughts lurkin for kin, no end to revenge Fuck any, my alias Mussolini (Idi Amin) They call me Idi, from the side of seedy Young nigga greedy, so I'm runnin up on these niggaz easy It ain't nuttin, cause if they wantin somethin, so I'ma commence to dumpin stomp down and struck up while my beat is bumpin, Thuggin to my fuckin last nut, with lil Pole and Kastro Who you thought was on that asshole, don't ask though Outlaw Immortalz doin this dit-nirt on the sli-zow Ain't no chance to hide when we ride (Khadafi) My alias Khadafi, Trump tight so feds can't copy Six-three and cocky quick to hit your bitch if she drop me Severely addicted to livin like a fuckin felon while beefin with rookie cops the cookie rocks a nigga sellin Since a short I been livin life defiant, nickel plated chrome Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant, and I ain't lyin It's like it's me against myself with all these backstabbin snakes grabbin at my fuckin wealth (Mo Khomani) Mo Khomani goes terrorist, mad man killer The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers I'm that nigga with the fifty cal. caps, with the murderous stacks that increase, while these motherfuckers eat beef It's been a long road, a lot of episodes And as the glock loads, I gotta teach hoes Reach hoes, make em feel a nigga when I'm mashin Now I'm surpassin any assassin Chorus 2X (Tupac) Hahahaha, Outlaw Immortalz baby Y'all niggaz can't fade this ol crazy shit Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Khadafi, Mussolini Amin, Naploleon, Khomani What y'all really wanna do? Haha like them niggaz said "What would you do? If you could fuck with me and my crew" Hehahahahaha, Thug Life, yeah nigga Flashin on niggaz Thug Life right? This year we Thug Life But we Outlaw Immortalz We die nigga, but we multiply, we like legends nigga Like I'll make you famous motherfucker I'm talkin about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good shit My niggas make the papers baby My niggas make the front page Multiple gunshots (fades) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
When thugs cry..
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my guns to keep If I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take Got us dying; when thugs cry, times is hard [2Pac] Born thuggin and lovin the way I came up Big money clutchin, bustin while evadin cocaine busts My pulse rushin, semi clutchin into insanity They shot at my cousin, now we bustin at they whole family The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried I got a line on the D.A. cause I'm fuckin his secretary I black out and start cussin, bust 'em and touch 'em all They panic and bitches duckin, I rush 'em and fuck 'em all I'll probably be an old man before I understand why I had to live my life with pistols close at hand Kidnapped my homey's sister, cut her face up bad They even raped her so we blazed they pad Automatic shots rang out, on every block They puttin hits out on politicians, even cops, I ain't lyin They got me sleepin with my infrared beams And in my dreams I hear motherfuckers screamin What is the meaning, when thugs cry? [Chorus: singers] Oh why, should you send your child off to die In the streets of chalk where they lie Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry Dear God.. Oh why, does it have to be this way, our children of today won't stay wise Let the children hear when thugs cry Dear God.. oh why.. * ("When thugs cry") on line 4, first time only * ("thugs cry") on line 6, first time only [2Pac] Heh.. maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin Where is the love? Never quit my ambition to thug Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary Niggaz I used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries But still homey keep it real, how does it feel to lose your life, over somethin that you did as a kid? You all alone, no communication, block on the phone Don't get along with yo' pop, and plus your moms is gone Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the song to help us grow in time, but now our minds are gone We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches But somethin changed in this dirty game, everything's strange Lost all my homies over cocaine.. mayne See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry [Chorus] [2Pac] And all I see is these paranoid bitches, illegal adventures Bustin motherfuckers with uppercuts, I leave 'em with dentures Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone Why perpetrate like you can handle my team? So merciless in my attack I take command of your dreams Leavin motherfuckers drownin in they own blood Clownin takin pictures later Laugh bout the punk bitches, that turned snitches Regulate my area, the terror I represent Makin yo' people disappear, you wonderin where they went? Am I cold or is it just I sold my soul? Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm told Come take my body God, don't let me suffer any longer Smoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't long Where is the end to all my misery, is there a close? I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry [Chorus] [2Pac over Chorus] I shed tattooed tears for years for my dead homeboys and my prison peers Y'all ain't never heard my cries Now you wonder why would you die? [Chorus] |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
[Pac] Damn.. what I'ma do now? When I get free.. oh shit!
[Jay] Get free.. yeah yeah [Chorus: repeat 2X] When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street There'll be trouble when they see me [2Pac] Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news You'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck These motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but I'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them Fuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in Fuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick? And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch Main thang was to make a nigga meal ticket Only if you with the real, the nigga will kick it I'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell Network with connects that I got in the pen In no time I'll be clockin again [Chorus] + J. Valentine's harmonizing [2Pac] Still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past Tryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash Quick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side My cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died And my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe me and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze Cause she keep on callin me baby To a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy Now how long will it take, to get her hooked Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks I devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van Ain't no disguise I'ma die as a man If we make it then I'm takin it to Hell All them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell Locked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery The nigga you don't wanna see [Chorus] + J. Valentine's harmonizing [2Pac] Stuck in my cell The pen ain't nuttin like the county jail When will they let me bail? Walkin through the yard, I play the God First nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred I'm, back on the scene I'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed as we game on the drunk hoes Hit the skunk I reminisce just on the way we used to play, you punk hoes What I posess is to be rich, in currency Paranoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me Laid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin As for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even But I wait, until it's time and try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime This life of mine.. until I get free My prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony As soon as they popped my gate I knew these motherfuckers made a mistake [Chorus] + J. Valentine's harmonizing [Chorus] - 1/2 [2Pac] When I get free Hahaha.. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free Pop the gate, I'm back baby! When I get free.. we up out this bitch |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
(Intro - Tupac) Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Now Whats Next? Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Now Whats Next? (Verse 1 - Tupac) Caught up in the middle, My lifes a riddle, Dont let it get ya, I wanna be legal, but its this hustle that gets me richer, One love to my peoples makin money, i can see you bubblin, Avoid all troubles, beware of devils, continue strugglin, Nothins impossible, if theres a will theres a way, So get your mind on official business, you can get paid, And it's been this way, from the cradle to the grave, To get paid my niggas do this every fuckin day, We part way, through politics and conversation, This information to my thug niggas in the complication, Watch and bear witness to the plesures of participation, Seperation, and self destruction, whats needed is unification, Cuz the world aint hardly scared, if not prepaired, Be sure to be burried, and be no longer there, But no one cares instead of share, all we get is stares, Cuz the fear will evapurate, say your prayers (Chorus - Tupac) And whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, (Verse 2 - A3) Makaveli tried to warn us, but niggaz aint listen to Pac, Now nigga really listen to Pac, Shit, You aint go it yet, Nope, Then you wont get it, Might as well measure him up, and have his ass fitted, Why?, I be slippin dawg, crippin didnt soak game, Got his wig split, like them shutters on the airplane, Never will change, niggas with no name, No shame, (?), I stay posted like a flag, Starin though my rear view, ballin in a Jag, Bounce wit me Cali body rot down in H Town, We gon put these artificial bustas in the place now, Time for a change, real niggaz rollin wit me, Money makin, swift desicions, we controllin the streets, Side tracked by the broads, and the frauds, Aint it strange, It's the reason so many niggaz get scared in the game, (Chorus - Tupac) And whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, (Verse 3 - Jay Rock) That money gotta make it, what i gotta do to make it, Do i really gotta take it, put this mack up to your face and, Doin wat we gotta do to survive, Jus ask Kwili, doin wat we do to get by, So nigga stick to the crime, picture nickle and dimes, What the fuck we spose to do, who gon give us a job, So i tried and i tried, tried to get out the grind, But the block kept on callin me back, Fiends kept on callin for crack, So i supply them wit that, gave them a reasonable fee, Nigga dont blame it on me, shit jus look around man, Niggaz and (?), LAPD is the target, Niggaz is heartless, hustle regaurdless, Look, that dope spot i used to (?), But now its jus a place to hide the guns in the closet, Watch your step, shifty grounds under the capret, We jus tryin hard not to see that coffin, (Chorus - Tupac) And whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, |
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
What'z ya phone number
Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes. It's instrumental. Waitin for the nyphos. That's the intro. Shook when ya rush me. Walked up and touched me. Why? Do you want to fuck me? Just cuz I'm paid in the worst way? True. Lookin kind a good in your birthday suit. I wonder if your wild and ya act shy. Do you like to be on top or the back side? Watch me while you lick your lips, shake your hips. Goddamn, I love that shit. Yo, let's stop fakin and be real now. I got a room and a hard on. Still down? Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes. Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes. When we head for my hideout, act right. Boss playa when I ride out, that's right. What'z ya phone number? If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready. Baby, let me give you a call. How long will it take to break you off? (Repeat once more) Oh shit, baby is a dime piece. Wanted this fine seat. Personally rushed (???) If I see ya right. Now she can get me hard Didn't wanna talk to me, till she see my car. Never had sex with a rich rap star Till I got her in the back of my homeboy's car. Tell me, why do we live this way? Money over bitches. Let me hear you say: What'z your phone number? Are you alone? Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone. Time for your girlfriend to take you home. I had fun, But baby, gotta leave me alone. Picture in my rhyme. Take time to rewind these (???) words I say. If you open your mind, Bet in a minute you'll find it's time. Let the Outlaws play. What'z ya phone number. Chorus repeats 2X (Girl and Tupac converse) G:Hello? 2:Hello? who is this? G:Is this Tupac? 2:This is who? G:Is this Tupac? 2:Yeah, it's Tupac. Who this? G:Hi baby. How are you? 2:I'm aiight. What'z up baby? G:You don't recognize the voice? 2:You recognize my voice, huh? G:Do you recognize MY voice? 2:Nah, I know you? G:Yeah, you know me. I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talkin. 2:Where I know you from? Where I know you from? G:You just know me, baby. 2:Where? Talk up I can't barely hear you. G:You know me from when we were, you know, intimate. 2:Ooh, we fucked? G:Oh baby, did we ever. 2:Oh, tell me about it baby. G:I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and stroked it up and down. 2:OOOOH! G:Then I put it in my mouth. I fucked it. 2:Ooh, you did. G:Ooh, I did. 2:Shit! G:Fucked it and fucked it. Put me in. You came. 2:Did I come? G:Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. You don't remember me yet? 2:I'm starting to get a picture. Why don't you help me out. What did I do to the pussy? What a nigga do to the pussy? G:You rocked it. 2:Did I? G:Yeah, you did. 2:Did I do some of that Thug Passion? G:Mmmmmm 2:Heh, heh. Eh, so what cha doin right now, though? G:Me and my finger are gettin aquainted. 2:How many you got? G:I got ten. But only one is workin. 2:Oh, well can I come over there? G:If you want to. 2:Do I want to? Do a bear shit in the woods and wipe his ass with a rabbit. G:Mmm. You gon rock it baby? 2:Hell yeah, I'm gon rock it baby. G:Like you did before? 2:No dizoubt. You gon feel that Thug Passion for real. G:Mmmm, baby. 2:I'm on my way though. I'm about to fly over there in a 500. It ain't gon take but a minute. Eh, light the candles. Get the baby oil out. Turn all the lights out. Drink a little bit of that shit. I'm on my way babe. I'm gon knock that pussy to the next week. G:Knock it out, baby, knock it out. 2:I'm gon knock the taste out yo mouth, girl. I'm gon put your legs on your head. I'm a tie you up, blindfold you. And we gon play which hole feel the best. G:You know which hole feel the best. 2:We fin to see tonight, though. G:I'm gon make you remember me. 2:Oh, yeah. G:Yeah. 2:Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can't find the steering shift you got me so fucked up. I'm playin with myself and shit. G:Can I shift your gear? |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
What'z ya phone number
Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes. It's instrumental. Waitin for the nyphos. That's the intro. Shook when ya rush me. Walked up and touched me. Why? Do you want to fuck me? Just cuz I'm paid in the worst way? True. Lookin kind a good in your birthday suit. I wonder if your wild and ya act shy. Do you like to be on top or the back side? Watch me while you lick your lips, shake your hips. Goddamn, I love that shit. Yo, let's stop fakin and be real now. I got a room and a hard on. Still down? Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes. Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes. When we head for my hideout, act right. Boss playa when I ride out, that's right. What'z ya phone number? If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready. Baby, let me give you a call. How long will it take to break you off? (Repeat once more) Oh shit, baby is a dime piece. Wanted this fine seat. Personally rushed [???] If I see ya right. Now she can get me hard Didn't wanna talk to me, till she see my car. Never had sex with a rich rap star Till I got her in the back of my homeboy's car. Tell me, why do we live this way? Money over bitches. Let me hear you say: What'z your phone number? Are you alone? Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone. Time for your girlfriend to take you home. I had fun, But baby, gotta leave me alone. Picture in my rhyme. Take time to rewind these words I say. If you open your mind, Bet in a minute you'll find it's time. Let the Outlaws play. What'z ya phone number. (Girl and Tupac converse) G:Hello? 2:Hello? who is this? G:Is this Tupac? 2:This is who? G:Is this Tupac? 2:Yeah, it's Tupac. Who this? G:Hi baby. How are you? 2:I'm aiight. What'z up baby? G:You don't recognize the voice? 2:You recognize my voice, huh? G:Do you recognize MY voice? 2:Nah, I know you? G:Yeah, you know me. I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talkin. 2:Where I know you from? Where I know you from? G:You just know me, baby. 2:Where? Talk up I can't barely hear you. G:You know me from when we were, you know, intimate. 2:Ooh, we fucked? G:Oh baby, did we ever. 2:Oh, tell me about it baby. G:I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and stroked it up and down. 2:OOOOH! G:Then I put it in my mouth. I fucked it. 2:Ooh, you did. G:Ooh, I did. 2:Shit! G:Fucked it and fucked it. Put me in. You came. 2:Did I come? G:Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. You don't remember me yet? 2:I'm starting to get a picture. Why don't you help me out. What did I do to the pussy? What a nigga do to the pussy? G:You rocked it. 2:Did I? G:Yeah, you did. 2:Did I do some of that Thug Passion? G:Mmmmmm 2:Heh, heh. Eh, so what cha doin right now, though? G:Me and my finger are gettin aquainted. 2:How many you got? G:I got ten. But only one is workin. 2:Oh, well can I come over there? G:If you want to. 2:Do I want to? Do a bear shit in the woods and wipe his ass with a rabbit. G:Mmm. You gon rock it baby? 2:Hell yeah, I'm gon rock it baby. G:Like you did before? 2:No dizoubt. You gon feel that Thug Passion for real. G:Mmmm, baby. 2:I'm on my way though. I'm about to fly over there in a 500. It ain't gon take but a minute. Eh, light the candles. Get the baby oil out. Turn all the lights out. Drink a little bit of that shit. I'm on my way babe. I'm gon knock that pussy to the next week. G:Knock it out, baby, knock it out. 2:I'm gon knock the taste out yo mouth, girl. I'm gon put your legs on your head. I'm a tie you up, blindfold you. And we gon play which hole feel the best. G:You know which hole feel the best. 2:We fin to see tonight, though. G:I'm gon make you remember me. 2:Oh, yeah. G:Yeah. 2:Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can't find the steering shift you got me so fucked up. I'm playin with myself and shit. G:Can I shift your gear? |
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from 2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G. - The Here After Feat The Notorious B.I.G (2001)
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with my nigga VP get scratched nigga in the place to be check it comin straight from the town releasin so much pow up an down ur block my sound shakes the ground i got the people feel used to this album i made its 1997 trick i must get payed im takin no kind of shorts i want every last penny dont make me have to put a ----- coz then i have to open ur pours so dont fuck with ma money i wont mess with urs i got the skills to pay the bills so i can live an chill in the hills, stack mills an run my --- gold wheels back down to the spot an say wsup to ma niggas thas still servin them rocks thats my gorillas still poppin' even though i left it niggas best not try to come an grill... ul get molested test it if u want to ma nigga an ima treat ur ass as if u stole some of ma scrilla but now back to the spot to make the law abiding pray i cant forget the 1500 clique he the capital of sinners they both makin a grip ------------------- u rich ass motherfuckers better donate me some loot and eddy whats up to you too even though i took a loss young soul loves you but put me back on my feet when i said i was ready movin major bubonic in my pockets i kept fatty but who kicks the rymes an who stacks the cash whos droppin major pow west side thats how we ride niggaz gota watch they backs coz its do or die coz if thety tryna see me or ma partner VP we yellin get scratched ye thats right for the west coast west side thats how we ride niggaz gota watch they backs coz its do or die coz if they tryna see me or ma partner VP we yellin get scratched ye thats right every since i was little, i had the gift to use the microphone now that im famous all these suckers wanna tag along like hoes tryna pull ------ i peepin hella punks plottin stalkin a nigger just like an apple rottin man, now they rotten watchin ma house as if they workin for the feds they probly can tell u exactly when i go to bed i baught me some straps incase i got a cap some snaps in they back to make there spinal cords crack i acts like that just for the fact i think im at a point in my life where theres just no turning back so i wears a vest when its time to get some rest an hoe relive the stress =---- havin sex coz punks is tryin rob me plus me do like --- bruttaly mass murderd ----- puttin bullet holes up in me with some fat 9s no time to die coz i can almost hear the flat lines i cant cry i see my niggaz sayin yo soul please dont go we bein a partner got a fofo but i dont know which way to go without gettin burned but if these niggas let me get em whereever we turn i stay in this game west side thats how we ride niggaz gota watch they backs coz its do or die coz if thety tryna see me or ma partner VP we yellin get scratched ye thats right for the west coast west side thats how we ride niggaz gota watch they backs coz its do or die coz if they tryna see me or ma partner VP we yellin get scratched ye thats right for the west coast west side thats how we ride niggaz gota watch they backs coz its do or die coz if they tryna see me or ma partner VP we yellin get scratched ye thats right nigga ride or just die, fuck it thats the way i feel im startin a slow death, thats what im writin on my will my mom thinks im crazy, but she knows she aint raise no dummy i guess its like this, when i die take all my money ma automobiles plus my house upon the hill, and if you feel the same keep my 9mm near tell ma sisters i love em, ---- & jeanette my two twin sisters, you know i love they ass to death and if i die soon, i pray to god that i dont, i hope i sell enough records to get 'em anything they want as i look in the Bible 27 book of psalms, verses 1 - 10 i dedicated to my moms but ima keep flowin, keepin much pride, its the best side where you from soul dawg?? WEST SIDE NIGGA!! |
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from Hip Hop Jam 2001 [omnibus] (2001)
혹자는 말해 적자생존의 법칙에 관해 강한 자만 살아남아야만 한다 말해
허나 그에 반해 약자와 소수의 견해 또한 설자리마저 묵살시켜버린다네 이봐 자네 진짜 강한 자만 살아남는다면 또 약한 자는 계속 파면 당한다면 결국 마지막엔 누가 남게 될 것인가 홀로 남겨지는 것이 네가 원한 결말인 가 적자생존의 맹점을 벗어나지 못한 자의 쟁점에 관여할 필요는 없어 그저 냉정한 시선만을 던져 자 우선 먼저 힙합을 독점에서 건져 끝까지 견뎌 onelove하며 크게 외쳐 그러나 진심 따위는 쉽게 뒤로 제쳐두고 약한 자의 약점을 헤쳐 허나 기억 해줘 강한 것은 쉽게 부러진다는 것을 *나는 나 너는 너 너흰 너희 우린 우리 우리는 비밀스런 삶을 살아가는 무리 나는 나 너는 너 너흰 너희 우린 우리 절대로 깨어지지 않는 뇌리를 가진 무리 나는 나 너는 너 너흰 너희 우린 우리 우리는 비밀스런 삶을 살아가는 무리 나는 나 너는 너 너흰 너희 우린 우리 우리에게 도전한다는 것 자체가 무리 beat위로 쏘아대는 수많은 총알 처음부터 약한 자는 죽음이 종말 이기적인 적자생존이란 그 말 이제는 그만 남을 밟고 올라서는 음악 난 안해도 그만 살기 위해 모두 버린다면 언젠가 너는 분명 모두에게 버림받을 슬픈 운명 힙합이란 너의 가명 그 안에 숨겨놓은 큰 칼을 보인다면 진심으로 친구라 고 말을 해도 언제나 너는 홀로 외톨이로 비관에 맞댄 악으로 만든 flow 오직 파괴만이 강하다고 모두를 세뇌하고 강한 무리 그 속에 속해 라이벌 의 랩에 혹해 약한 자를 짓누르는 짓을 계속해 너의 이치에 막힌 삶의 가치는 마치 어둠 속에 갇힌 일출 없는 아침 같지 JUVIE 3rd war SYMPONY verse3 귀기울여 잘들어 봐 역류하는 juvie의 rap message enemy는 생각 보다 훨씬 가까이 도모나 치노나까니 모이로시 yo 너를 제껴 올라 갈 수만 있다면 별 상관없어 그대로 멈춰 항상 넌 뒤쳐져 그렇게 쓰러져 what you gonna do? 계속 하나둘 밟고 올라가 정상을 향한 나만의 독주를 하기를 간절히 원하고 끝없 이 바라고 바랄뿐 (yo Juvie come down man)천천히 너의 뒤로 다가가 칼로 너의 목에다가 J.U.B 단 세 글자 남겨놓고 어디론가로 사라져버려도 안도 의 한숨도 모두다 나와 같은 호흡으로 두려움의 무서움은 곱으로 더불어 오직 생태계의 법으로 자연의 윤리로 이제는 그대로 오마에오 미마무데소 YO *나는 나 너는 너 너흰 너희 우린 우리 우리는 비밀스런 삶을 살아가는 무리 나는 나 너는 너 너흰 너희 우린 우리 절대로 깨어지지 않는 뇌리를 가진 무리 나는 나 너는 너 너흰 너희 우린 우리 우리는 비밀스런 삶을 살아가는 무리 나는 나 너는 너 너흰 너희 우린 우리 우리에게 도전한다는 것 자체가 무리 MIKE TYKE 진실의 순간만을 위한 확고한 제의 아무리 강한 개미라 해도 인간의 시각에선 그저 한 마리 개미와 마찬가지 달팽이 뿔에서 무슨 일을 다투리요 어차피 하늘아래 모두 같은 인간이요 옳고 그름을 떠난 적자생존 의 법칙 허나 너도 그 미명아래 매장될 수 있다는 걸 아나 공격에 맞서서도 넋 놓고 당할 수도 없는 앞뒤가 막힐 딜레마의 구조 속에 살아가는 한낱 어리석은 존재 이제 우리 손에 쥐여진 MICROPHONE을 네게 권해 더 이상 존재하지 않는 승리 혹은 패배의 세계를 위한 PAY BACK 두 번 다시 네 입에 절대 회자되지 않게 약육강식이란 말에 더는 지배되지 않게 *나는 나 너는 너 너흰 너희 우린 우리 우리는 비밀스런 삶을 살아가는 무리 나는 나 너는 너 너흰 너희 우린 우리 절대로 깨어지지 않는 뇌리를 가진 무리 나는 나 너는 너 너흰 너희 우린 우리 우리는 비밀스런 삶을 살아가는 무리 나는 나 너는 너 너흰 너희 우린 우리 우리에게 도전한다는 것 자체가 무리 |
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
2PAC
Got me up against the fence Back against the wall Get to actin' like a fool If ain't no justice for the Dogg Have to take it out on all y'all Better read the papers All my homies goin' crazy Baby only God can save us Got my... mind on currency Hurried See I ain't worried It's a gangsta party So Bad Boy gettin' buried Snoop Dogg why they fantasize?... Snoop Doggy Dogg Fantasize... 2PAC Continuing When we ride it's a must... adverseries die Every time... Snoop Doggy Dogg Yes, yes y'all... Not Short but Snoop Dogg... And you know it's like that y'all... I'm so smoothe about my paper Check it this how it's done! I'm servin' many on the platter Snoop Dogg Colione (Colione echoes 2x) Now do you know what that mean? The templon don to this hip-hop game super supreme It's like what happened can happen But will it? Stop that won't happen! I'm feelin' good about the mission for jackin' Now yo PAC!... Can you feel me? Why these fools tryin' to kill me? It's so hard to stay focused on me Isley prize But if I don't Then Dogg won't survive (survive echoes 1x)... 2PAC Overlapping Snoop Doggy Dogg We ballin' in my opinion Eternal it's wild-wheel spinnin' Once implemented it's represented for 5 minutes Two of the livest Wanted dead or alive We riders Ban us because we inquired and watch the g's rise Two of America's most Straight out the West Coast... Snoop Doggy Dogg West Coast... 2PAC Continuing Bow down fool! This is Death Row... Snoop Doggy Dogg For life... 2PAC Continuing Been waitin' way too long Fresh out the pen Now it's on C'mon Snoop Dogg! Time to bone... Snoop Doggy Dogg Ain't nothin' changed to down a hanger Slang or bang words to rhyme Me and the homey PAC trippin' Death Row all nights Strong survivor, Eastsider, DPG Still creep and crawl through the hood Always involved in the streets It's Doggy Dogg homey Did you forget who I was? The bigger homey to you There it is and there it was Take a look through the eyes of a G! And just rock to the rhytm of a gangsta jam... 2PAC Overlapping Snoop Doggy Dogg All my homies tellin'... me Ain't no love for a real G Straight cowards All you playahatas kill me Throw up your hands if you feel me! We gettin' dollars Homey holla if you hear me! This one time for my comrades doin' bad locked down Fresh out busta Time to bounce... drop down! Can you visualize perfection? 'Cause every rider in my set Labeled a vet Best in his profession Don't hold your breath! Sleep with Smith n' Westons! Steady study your lessons and keep the crowd guessin'!... |
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from 2Pac - The Prophet: The Best Of The Works... (2005)
2PAC
Got me up against the fence Back against the wall Get to actin' like a fool If ain't no justice for the Dogg Have to take it out on all y'all Better read the papers All my homies goin' crazy Baby only God can save us Got my... mind on currency Hurried See I ain't worried It's a gangsta party So Bad Boy gettin' buried Snoop Dogg why they fantasize?... Snoop Doggy Dogg Fantasize... 2PAC Continuing When we ride it's a must... adverseries die Every time... Snoop Doggy Dogg Yes, yes y'all... Not Short but Snoop Dogg... And you know it's like that y'all... I'm so smoothe about my paper Check it this how it's done! I'm servin' many on the platter Snoop Dogg Colione (Colione echoes 2x) Now do you know what that mean? The templon don to this hip-hop game super supreme It's like what happened can happen But will it? Stop that won't happen! I'm feelin' good about the mission for jackin' Now yo PAC!... Can you feel me? Why these fools tryin' to kill me? It's so hard to stay focused on me Isley prize But if I don't Then Dogg won't survive (survive echoes 1x)... 2PAC Overlapping Snoop Doggy Dogg We ballin' in my opinion Eternal it's wild-wheel spinnin' Once implemented it's represented for 5 minutes Two of the livest Wanted dead or alive We riders Ban us because we inquired and watch the g's rise Two of America's most Straight out the West Coast... Snoop Doggy Dogg West Coast... 2PAC Continuing Bow down fool! This is Death Row... Snoop Doggy Dogg For life... 2PAC Continuing Been waitin' way too long Fresh out the pen Now it's on C'mon Snoop Dogg! Time to bone... Snoop Doggy Dogg Ain't nothin' changed to down a hanger Slang or bang words to rhyme Me and the homey PAC trippin' Death Row all nights Strong survivor, Eastsider, DPG Still creep and crawl through the hood Always involved in the streets It's Doggy Dogg homey Did you forget who I was? The bigger homey to you There it is and there it was Take a look through the eyes of a G! And just rock to the rhytm of a gangsta jam... 2PAC Overlapping Snoop Doggy Dogg All my homies tellin'... me Ain't no love for a real G Straight cowards All you playahatas kill me Throw up your hands if you feel me! We gettin' dollars Homey holla if you hear me! This one time for my comrades doin' bad locked down Fresh out busta Time to bounce... drop down! Can you visualize perfection? 'Cause every rider in my set Labeled a vet Best in his profession Don't hold your breath! Sleep with Smith n' Westons! Steady study your lessons and keep the crowd guessin'!... |
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from 2Pac 1집 - 2pacalypse Now (1991)
They claim that I'm violent, just cause I refuse to be silent
These hypocrites are havin fits, cause I'm not buyin it Defyin it, envious because I will rebel against any oppressor, and this is known as self defense I show no mercy, they claim that I'm the lunatic But when the shit gets thick, I'm the one you go and get Don't look confused, the truth is so plain to see Cause I'm the nigga that you sell-outs are ashamed to be In every Jeep and every car, brothers stomp this I'm Never Ignorant, Getting Goals Accomplished The underground railroad on an uprise This time the truth's gettin told, heard enough lies I told em fight back, attack on society If this is violence, then violent's what I gotta be If you investigate you'll find out where it's comin from Look through our history, America's the violent one Unlock my brain, break the chains of your misery This time the payback for evil shit you did to me They call me militant, racist cause I will resist You wanna censor somethin, motherfucker censor this! My words are weapons, and I'm steppin to the silent Wakin up the masses, but you, claim that I'm violent [Chorus:] [1st occurance:] as written [2nd occurance:] add last three lines again [3rd occurance:] repeat first five lines twice [4th occurance:] repeat first five lines twice [5th occurance:] second to fifth line, first to fifth line [6th occurance:] emphasis on second line, whole chorus [7th occurance:] first three lines only 'They claimin that I'm violent' -> Chuck D [cut and scratched] 'Fuck the damn cop!' [cut and scratched] 'Just because we play what the people want..' 'They claimin that I'm violent' -> Chuck D [cut and scratched] 'Fuck the damn cop!' [cut and scratched] 'Just because we play what the people want..' 'They claimin that I'm violent' -> Chuck D [cut and scratched] 'Fuck the damn cop!' [cut and scratched] [2Pac] The cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me Call me a dope man, cause I rock dope beats Jacked by the police, didn't have my ID I said, 'Excuse me, why you tryin to rob me?' He had tha nerve to, say that I had a curfew (Do you know what time it is? Get out the fucking car, or I'll hurt you!) 'Get out the car... or I'lI hurt you' So here I go, I better make my mind up Pick my nine up, or hit the line-up I chose B, stepped into the streets The first cop grabbed me, the other ripped my seat They grabbed my homie and they threw him to the concrete (Ay man.. aiyyo.. ay man just c'mon ?) ('What you doin man?') They tried to frame me They tried to say I had some dope in the back seat But I'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend My homie panicked ('I'm out') he tried to run (Freeze nigga!) I heard a bullet fire from the cop's gun My homie dropped so, I hit the cop I kept swingin, yo, I couldn't stop Before I knew it, I was beatin the cop senseless The other cop dropped his gun, he was defenseless (? Arrrrggggh, fuck you! Ungggh!) Now I'm against this cop who was racist Given him a taste, of tradin places And all this, cause the peckerwood was tryin this frame up, but I came up Now they claimin that I'm violent [Chorus] [2Pac] As I was beatin on a cop, I heard a gun click (uh-ohh) Then the gun shot, but I wasn't hit I turned around it was my homie with the gun in hand He shot the cop (damn!) now he's a dead man I said, come on, it's time for us to get away (Let's go, we gotta get the fuck outta here) They called for backup, and they'll be on their way Jumped in the car, and tried to get away quick The car wouldn't start (damn!) we in deep shit So we jumped out (C'mon let's take the cop's car) We drove a little ways thinkin that we got far But I looked up, and all I saw was blue lights If I die tonight, I'm dying in a gunfight I grabed the AK, my homie took the 12 gauge Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons And when we through sprayin (audi) then we steppin This is a lesson, to the rednecks and crooked cops You fuck with real niggaz, get ya fuckin ass dropped So here we go, the police against us Dark as dusk, waitin for the guns to bust (What's next man?) What's next, I don't know and I don't care One things fo' sho', tommorrow I won't be here But if I go, I'm takin all these punks with me Pass me a clip G, now come and get me You wanna sweat me, never get me to be silent Givin them a reason, (a reason) to claim that I'm violent... [Chorus (3)] [Chorus (4)] [Chorus (5)] [Chorus (6)] [Chorus (7)] |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all Y'all remember me Y'all Y'all remember me It's that Tupac Pac It's that Tupac Tupac It's that Tupac Pac It's that Tupac Tupac It's that Tupac Pac It's that Tupac Tupac It's that Tupac Pac It's that Tupac Tupac Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all Y'all remember me Y'all Y'all remember me After the fire comes the rain After the pleasure there's pain Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again Time to make ya'll my military be prepared for the busters similar to Bitches to scary get to near me we rush 'em Visions of over packed prisons Million's of niggaz thug living Pressure's three strikes I hope they don't test us So pull the heat out ammunition in crate's shh Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place I'm sensing niggaz is defenceless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost Who can prevent me shooting senseless At these niggaz throats Bitch made niggaz and that bullshit you going through Outlaws busting while we rushing We untouchable Fuck you niggaz and that bullshit you going through We Outlaws rushing you busting you We untouchable Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all Y'all remember me Y'all Y'all remember me Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all Y'all remember me Y'all Y'all remember me You niggaz better not try to run up And don't try to say we ain't told you You're dealing with killers and soldiers Nigga these explosives trying to blow shit running you over Nigga controller Whenever y'all niggaz try to roll up Thinking I'm a ho well come and let me show ya I'm a light up the rhythm like dosia Dumping so potent nigga don't choke up Flow up Makaveli The Don got niggaz strapped and ready to bomb As soon as I send the alarm and when we're done We've committed a red rum leaving the enemies dead and gone Leaving 'em niggaz head's blown cause they know they dead wrong When the shots ring out you know we're coming through Talk a lot with your mouth well what you gon' do Shut 'em down busters be knowing to keep they distance Thugs don't fuck around We get back at 'em so swiftly niggaz is with me underground Slug in a niggaz mug reppin' Midwest Side Niggaz if you a thug get your weapon let's ride Ride for Pac Pac get live for Pac Pac Pop off the Glock Glock The thugging it don't stop Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all Y'all remember me Y'all Y'all remember me Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all Y'all remember me Y'all Y'all remember me Only wish to breed I explode into a million seeds Ya'll remember me Legendary live eternally Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation Niggaz screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em Take them to places stake they face then erase 'em and brake 'em Murder motherfucker's at a rate and then quicken the pace Blast me but never ask me to live a lie Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Now I'm worldwide Niggaz gossip like girls then hide No offense to Nas but this whole fucking world is mine Even if you blind you can still see my prophecy My destiny to overthrow those on top of me Fiending for currency the money be calling Can you feel me dreaming Seeing scenes of me balling Fuck you bitch made niggaz and that bullshit you going through Outlaws busting while we rushing We untouchable Fuck you niggaz and that bullshit you going through We Outlaws rushing you busting you We untouchable Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all Y'all remember me Y'all Y'all remember me Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all Y'all remember me Y'all Y'all remember me It's that Tupac Pac It's that Tupac Tupac It's that Tupac Pac It's that Tupac Tupac It's that Tupac Pac It's that Tupac Tupac It's that Tupac Pac Get it on till I die |
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from 2Pac - Untouchable [Explicit Version] [single] (2006)
Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?
Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all, Y'all remember me Y'all, Y'all remember me (Chorus: Krayzie Bone) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Pac's home) Ha ha (Verse One: Tupac) After the fire comes the rain After the pleasure there's pain Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again Time to make ya'll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to Bitches to scary, get to near me we rush 'em Visions of over packed prisons Million's of niggas thug living Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us So pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh) Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place I'm sensing niggas is defenceless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost Who can prevent me shooting senseless? At these niggas throats Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you going through Outlaws busting while we rushing We untouchable Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through We Outlaws rushing you busting you We untouchable (Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Get it on till I die) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Get it on till I die) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Y'all, Y'all remember me) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Y'all, Y'all remember me) (Verse Two: Krayzie Bone) You niggas better not try to run up And don't try to say we ain't told you You're dealing with killers and soldiers Nigga these explosives, trying to blow shit, running you over Nigga controller Whenever y'all niggas try to roll up Thinking I'm a ho, well, come and let me show ya I'm a light up the rhythm like dosia Dumping so potent, nigga don't choke up Flow up Makaveli The Don, got niggas strapped and ready to bomb As soon as I send the alarm, and when we're done We've committed a red rum, leaving the enemies dead and gone Leaving 'em niggas head's blown, cause they know they dead wrong When the shots ring out you know we're coming through (Know we're coming through) Talk a lot with your mouth, well what you gon' do? (So what you gon' do?) Shut 'em down, busters be knowing to keep they distance Thugs don't fuck around We get back at 'em so swiftly, niggas is with me underground Slug in a niggas mug, reppin' Midwest Side Niggas if you a thug get your weapon, let's ride Ride for Pac, Pac, get live for Pac, Pac, Pop off the Glock, Glock The thugging it don't stop (Chorus x2: Krayzie Bone & Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Get it on till I die) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Get it on till I die) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Y'all, Y'all remember me) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Y'all, Y'all remember me) (Verse Three: Tupac) Only wish to breed I explode into a million seeds Ya'll remember me Legendary live eternally Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation Niggas screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em Take them to places, stake they face then erase 'em and brake 'em Murder motherfucker's at a rate and then quicken the pace Blast me but never ask me to live a lie Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? (Westcoast) Now I'm worldwide Niggas gossip like girls then hide No offence to Nas but this whole fucking world is mine Even if you blind you can still see my prophecy My destiny to overthrow those on top of me Fiending for currency the money be calling Can you feel me, dreaming? Seeing scenes of me balling? Fuck you bitch made niggas and that bullshit you going through Outlaws busting while we rushing We untouchable Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through We Outlaws rushing you busting you We untouchable |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all, Y'all remember me Y'all, Y'all remember me (Chorus: Krayzie Bone) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Pac's home) Ha ha (Verse One: Tupac) After the fire comes the rain After the pleasure there's pain Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again Time to make ya'll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to Bitches to scary, get to near me we rush 'em Visions of over packed prisons Million's of niggas thug living Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us So pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh) Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place I'm sensing niggas is defenceless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost Who can prevent me shooting senseless? At these niggas throats Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you going through Outlaws busting while we rushing We untouchable Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through We Outlaws rushing you busting you We untouchable (Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Get it on till I die) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Get it on till I die) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Y'all, Y'all remember me) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Y'all, Y'all remember me) (Verse Two: Krayzie Bone) You niggas better not try to run up And don't try to say we ain't told you You're dealing with killers and soldiers Nigga these explosives, trying to blow shit, running you over Nigga controller Whenever y'all niggas try to roll up Thinking I'm a ho, well, come and let me show ya I'm a light up the rhythm like dosia Dumping so potent, nigga don't choke up Flow up Makaveli The Don, got niggas strapped and ready to bomb As soon as I send the alarm, and when we're done We've committed a red rum, leaving the enemies dead and gone Leaving 'em niggas head's blown, cause they know they dead wrong When the shots ring out you know we're coming through (Know we're coming through) Talk a lot with your mouth, well what you gon' do? (So what you gon' do?) Shut 'em down, busters be knowing to keep they distance Thugs don't fuck around We get back at 'em so swiftly, niggas is with me underground Slug in a niggas mug, reppin' Midwest Side Niggas if you a thug get your weapon, let's ride Ride for Pac, Pac, get live for Pac, Pac, Pop off the Glock, Glock The thugging it don't stop (Chorus x2: Krayzie Bone & Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Get it on till I die) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Get it on till I die) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Y'all, Y'all remember me) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Y'all, Y'all remember me) (Verse Three: Tupac) Only wish to breed I explode into a million seeds Ya'll remember me Legendary live eternally Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation Niggas screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em Take them to places, stake they face then erase 'em and brake 'em Murder motherfucker's at a rate and then quicken the pace Blast me but never ask me to live a lie Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? (Westcoast) Now I'm worldwide Niggas gossip like girls then hide No offence to Nas but this whole fucking world is mine Even if you blind you can still see my prophecy My destiny to overthrow those on top of me Fiending for currency the money be calling Can you feel me, dreaming? Seeing scenes of me balling? Fuck you bitch made niggas and that bullshit you going through Outlaws busting while we rushing We untouchable Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through We Outlaws rushing you busting you We untouchable |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Perhaps I was addicted to tha dark side
Some where inside my childhood witnessed my heart die And even though we both came from tha same places Tha money and tha fame made us all change places Could it be through tha misery That came to past, the hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency, but u could run to me when u need me, I'll never leave honestly someone to believe in as u can see. It's a small thang through and true What can I do real homies help you get through And comin' new he'd do tha same thang if he could Cuz in tha hood true homies make you feel good And happy times we be actin' up call tha cops Bringin' tha cease to tha peace that was on my block It never stop, when my mama ask me will I change I tell her yeah but it's clear I'll always be tha same Until the end of time Chorus: So take, these Broken Wings I need your hands to come & heal me once again, (Until The End Of Time) So I can fly , until the end of time (Until The End Of Time, Until The End Of Time) Verse Two Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids So you know I don't hang around tha house much This all night money makin' got me outta touch, shit Ain't flashed a smile in a long while An unexpected birth worst of tha ghetto childs My attitude got me walkin' solo Ride out alone in my low-low Watchin' tha whole world move in slow mo For quiet times I disappear and listen to tha ocean Smokin' pots think my thoughts Then it's back to coastin' Who can I trust in this cold world My phoney homie had a baby by my own girl But I ain't trippin' I'm a playa I ain't sweatin' him I sex his sister had her mumble like like a Mexican His next of kin No remorse it was meant to happen Besides rappin' tha only thing I did good was scrappin' Until tha end of time Chorus: So take, these Broken Wings I need your hands to come & heal me once again, (Until The End Of Time) So we can fly , until the end of time take these Broken Wings, you've got to learn to fly, n learn to live so free (Until The End Of Time) So we can fly, until the end of time (Time, Until The End Of Time) Verse Three: Now who's to say if I was right or wrong? To live my life, As an Outlaw all alone Remain strong in this planet full of playa hataz They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators And in tha end drinkin' henessey made all my enemies envy me So cold when I flow eliminatin' easily Falls to they knees, they plead for their right to breath While beggin' me to keep tha peace haha Well I can see close into achieve In times of danger don't freeze time to be a G Follow my lead I supply everything you need An ounce of game and tha trainin' to make a G' Remember me? As an Outcast Outlaw Another album out that's what I'm about - more, gettin' raw 'till tha day I see my casket Buried as a G' while tha whole world remembers me Until the end of time Chorus: So take, these Broken Wings (So take, these Broken Wings) I need your hands to come & heal me once again, (once again, once again) (Until The End Of Time) So we can fly , until the end of time take these broken wings, you'v got to learn to learn to fly n learn to live so free so we can fly, until the end of time RL: If the angels come down and takes me away Memories of Me and my songs will always stay Until The End Of Time |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Some where inside my childhood I missed my heart die And even though we both came from the same places The money and the fame made us all change places How could it be through the misery That came to pass The hard times Can make a true friend afraid to ask For currency But you could run to me when you need me I'll never leave honestly, someone to believe in the shit we see It's a small thing through and true What could I do? Real homies help you get through And comin' new he'd do the same thang if he could Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good And happy times we be actin' up call the cops Bringin' the cease to the peace that was on my block It never stops, when my mama ask me will I change I tell her yeah but it's clear I'll always be the same Until the end of time *Change, these broken wings I need your hands to come and heal me once again So I can fly Until the End of Time Until the End of Time Till the End of Time Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids So you know, I don't hang around the house much This all night money makin' got me outta touch, shit Ain't flashed a smile in a long while An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto child's My attitude got me walkin' solo Ride out alone in my low-low Watchin' the whole world move in slow mo For quite times disappear listen to the ocean Smokin' ports think my thoughts Then it's back to coastin' Who can I trust in this cold world My phony homey had a baby by my own girl But I ain't trippin' I'm a playa I ain't sweatin' him I sex his sister had her mumbling like a Mexican His next of kin No remorse it was meant to happen Besides rapin' the only thing I did good was scrappin' Until the end of time *repeat *repeat Ha ha Now who's to say if I was right or wrong? To life my life as an Outlaw all alone Remain strong in this planet full of playa hatas They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators And in the end drinkin' Hennessey made all my enemies envy me So go when I flow illuminatin' easily Falls to they knees They plead for they right to breath While beggin' me to keep the peace Ha ha Well I can see close into achieve In times of danger don't freeze time to be a chief Follow my lead I supply everything you need An ounce of game and the trainin' to make a G Remember me as an outcast outlaw Another album out that's what I'm about, more Gettin' raw 'till the day I see my casket Buried as a G while the whole world remembers me Until the end of time *repeat *repeat And the angel comes down and takes me away Memories of me And my son's alone to stay Inside Until the End of Time Till the end of time Maybe it's the thug in me |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart die And even though we both came from the same places The money and the fame made us all change places How could it be - through the misery that came to pass The hard times made a true friend afraid to ask - for currency But you could run to me when you need me and I'll never leave I just need, someone to believe in, as you can see It's a small thang to a true, what could I do? Real homies help you get through And come to knew he'd do the same thang if he could Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good And half the times we be actin up call the cops Bringin a cease to the peace that was on my block It never stop, when my mama ask me will I change I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be the same Until the end of time *So take, these broken wings I need your hands to come and heal me once again (Until the end of time) So I can fly away, until the end of time Until the end of time Until the end of time Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids So you know, I don't hang around the house much This all night, money making got me outta touch, shit Ain't flashed a smile in a long while An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs My attitude got me walkin solo, ride out alone in my lo-lo Watchin the whole world move in slow-mo For quiet times disappear, listen to the ocean Smokin 'Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin Who can I trust in this cold world? My phony homey had a baby by my old girl But I ain't trippin I'm a player I ain't sweatin him I sex his sister, had her mumble like a Mexican His next of kin, no remorse it was meant to happen Besides rappin the only thing I did good was scrappin Until the end of time *Repeat (x2) Now who's to say if I was right or wrong? To live my life as an Outlaw all along Remain strong in this planet full of player haters They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators And in the end drinkin Heneessy made all my enemies envy me So cold when I flow eliminatin easily Falls to they knees, they plead for they right to breath While beggin me to keep the peace (haha) What I can see closer to achieve In times of danger don't freeze, time to be a G Follow my lead I'll supply everything you need An ounce of game and the trainin to make a G Remember me, as an outcast Outlaw Another album out, that's what I'm about, more Gettin raw 'til the day I see my casket Buried as a G while the whole world remembers me Until the end of time *Repeat (x2) If the angel comes down and takes me away and all the memories of me And my songs will always stay So I can fly away, until the end of time Until the end of time |
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from 2Pac - The Rose That Grew From Concrete (2000)
[Talking (sang)]
This is Dedicated...(Dedicated) to my mama Political prisoner, so called war on drugs (Dedicated) Headed by this U.S. government...(U my worst enemy)(Dedicated) [I see you]...Uh, I'd ride for you [for pac dogg] I'd roll for you, I'd die for you, it's all for you (Dedicated) [sang] The circle, can never, be broken, NoOooo [x4] (Dedicated to whaaaaat) [x4] [talking over singing] I'd ride for you, I'd roll for you, I'd die for you, it's all for you U R ripping us apart Shit's, dedicated to crack, I dedicate it to that Uh, Uh...before you came...Never...Never [{Echo} Talking] Before you came, the triangle never broke {the triangle never broke}[Word Up] We were melted, and bonded as one (one), ONE (Dedicated) But as the two pushed you away {But as the two pushed you away} The one got weak and embrassed you {One got weak and embrassed you} [I seen it] And now You R ripping us apart {And now you R ripping us apart} (Ripping us apart) [sang] (Dedicated to whaaaat) [x2] Dedicated to what [x3] (Dedicated) [{Echo} Talking] The worst feeling, {The worst feeling of helplessness} The greatest pain, has rested in my heart {has rested in my heart} The vision of heaven fades {The vision of heaven fades} (Dedicated) And the nightmare of loneliness has started {And the nightmare of loneliness has started} (You started it, I'ma finish it) My hero has been defeated by you {My hero has been defeated by you} And now what can I do {And now what can I do} (Whatchew want me to do) Watch as you destroy us? {Watch as you destroy us} (Uh-huh, Uh) And our love is finally through? {And our love is finally through} (No) [sang, repeated over next verse until 2:38] The circle, can never, be broken, NoOooo (Dedicated to what, dedicated to crack) [{Echo}] I know the worst is here {I know the worst is here} I feel it in my heart {I feel it in my heart} U got in the circle {U got in the circle} Now you're tearing Us apart!!! {Now you're tearin Us Apart!!} [talking] Dedicated to what (repeated over and over) Dedicated to who Dedicated to Pac Opposite of crack, fight back (Dedicated) (Dedicated to whaaaat)[x4] (Dedicated) (Dedicated |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't wanna ride with me nigga
C'mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin car man Yo why you trippin man? Get in the fuckin car man Get in the fuckin car... get in the car (Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car Cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin at it It ain't even that deep baby) You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one click, we Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes (2Pac) Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown My unknown tendencies to mash my car Getting wicked with my ski - mask, find the stash and dump While niggaz run I'm the last one standin, the rest die Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit Niggaz die by my orders when I wrote this shit Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters Niggaz tried to kill me, and I fed they wife and they daughters Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past Why you change, it's a cold world taught me life Retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick Bullshit nigga cause I'm still fuckin yo' bitch Niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change? Fuck with me, all this shit pay, nigga fuck the fame (Young Noble) Don't remember Hit 'Em Up, don't make us do it once... more Yo' niggaz know, you ain't fucking with them Out... lawz We keep souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin Don't nobody give a fuck cause you done crossed the game Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame You made yo' bed nigga lay in it Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it It's not a game only got one click we Outlawz from the do' Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin the flo' We dirty as the motherfuckin streetz of Jerz We sweep niggaz with the words though the heat's preferred Holla You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know (Napoleon) 'Pac I wish I was in the motherfuckin car wit'cha I'd have took every bullet that they threw, hand of God nigga I only got one click, Outlawz 'til I'm gone Heavy in the game and we coming for they fuckin throne The love is gone well it is what it is And plottin on us, they best be prayin for they kids, mayne You don't have to worry cause I ride for ya Like K said over loyal even tell bout a lie for ya You put me in the game and dog I owe it all to ya And when it get to poppin I'ma fuckin ball for ya And everything I do gon' have your names on it I'll never let them forget I put my seeds on it (Kastro) You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth In the middle of the desert nigga lace your boots As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest You studio niggaz still remind your vest Why the fuck you ain't done yet swallow yo' teeth In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat Fuck a glock nine that shit is weak on the streets And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat If your life in another nigga hand, you deaded And if it's beef and your man disappear then don't sweat it Another fake nigga usin my strengths to get credit I mean (?) face sound scared but your heartbeat said it (Young Noble) I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty But now I'm a rider, connivin gutsy And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me And that's how I'ma go about it 'til somebody bust me I play for keeps like the OG's raised me If I sleep I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby? And I think I'm goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner I've been drinkin on the daily, I can hardly remember I got - bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me I love the Lord but the church can't cure me I sleep light, I wake peekin out my window With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow And that's the way it's gonna be 'til they bury me But don't twist it cause none of y'all niggaz worry me (Outlawz) What the fuck you didn't know? Kizza - Kastro, Young Noble with the criminal flow You nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt Y'all niggaz can't fade me with the clippers We put it down, look around, 'til we find you we hound Penitentiary bound, to remind you (Kadafi) Kadafi I bring the lingo to the click Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin through your chimney like Kris Kringle On some shit, get me free to let my ice click Ka - pling, ka - plow, I been a thug shootin slugs since a child Let the punks know (repeat 3X) |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Dear baby you the picture of perfection Straight from your million dollar smile to my attraction to your complexion No hesitation needed; you got me inhalin the aroma of your perfume, and feelin heated I move closer to drop the lines of my introduction Hold out my hand, and grab yo' hand, now we touchin My lyrics are poetry So baby get a ticket to go with me Thugged out so you notice me It's a positive attraction; see pictures of us layin butt-naked on the beach kickin back relaxin And only you can calm, the savage beast Look in my eyes are you surprised, that it's me? I wanna make you mine I'm kissin on you tryin to make it different every time (that's right) I'm so lonely in my bedroom, lookin at the walls Withcha number in my hand, wonderin should I even call her tonight [Chorus: Jazze Pha] Anytime you like, baby you can call me Need a thug up in yo' life, never find nobody like me Cause I know what you want, and girl you know I got you You got what I need, and shorty it's all on you Baby call on me [Verse Two: 2Pac] Been gettin nuttin but bad news, ever since the day you left me I sit and wonder is there a way, you could forget me Remember my phone calls, my late visits Us havin breakfast in bed, then we straight kick it Me and you in satin sheets, 'til after two Come take a walk on the wild side, enjoy the view Whenever we collide; it's bound to be a pleasurable time Makin love 'til the early light Sweetheart don't fight the feelin Come get a shot of this plain dealin and concentrate on the ceiling It's my intention to brush up Beware of the fireworks, cause everytime we touch.. .. it's bound to be, so relax, clown with me As if you're down with me, get around and see The brother with tattoos and no fears Runnin my fingers through your hair if you call me [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2Pac] Pardon me, but let's be specific Baby cause if you down with me, nigga we can kick it And let's take trips and ride airplanes A hundred thousand dollar car on dem gold thangs, so can you hang? Cause we can be real tight (right) I got a big suite at the Hyatt, if it feel right My only wish is to be witcha You got me steady strivin to getcha Fantasizin of friendly pictures The pressure's gettin major I wonder will you answer my call, if I page ya Got me goin wild with anticipation Face to face with us locked up in strange places, what will it take Cause the heartache be heatbreak, is my prediction when you falsify and start fake, in my position I'm a careful man, but a player when I ball Got my eyes on you baby, can I call? [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
<i>[Napoleon Talking]</i>
Life... What the f**k is life for ni**az like us? Been waking up to another muthaf**kin' day I'm the type of soldier, A ni**a that seen Everything in my muthaf**kin eyes I seen my parents get killed To my muthaf**kin eyes I seen my brother kill his-self in my eyes I seen Pac.. Yak.. die in the struggle in my eyes So I know anybody can be touched You know what I mean? <i>[Napoleon]</i> Oh God forgive me Somebody please say a prayer for me Needed my parents But they was never there for me Believe in everything they feed me I'm seeing demons I wake up screaming Who believe me or was I dreaming? Five fingers on the .45 chrome Dead aim at my brain, infared with no lights on I ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this I'm living blind writing rhymes Til they capture this And if we die let the world understand why Soldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry They seeing us inside a casket That's how they see us Oh God forgive us ghetto bastards We human beings They leaving us inside this hell-hole Just waiting to fail so they tell us That's what jail for Adolescense young teens turned violent It's floating, in a world turned silent Cause you could be touched <i>[Chorus Makaveli]</i> Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched <i>[E.D.I]</i> I live life High Speed Moving a million miles per hour Towards my destiny Making decesions carelessly Yeah it's me, yo ni**a man child Bomb first stand proud Ain't looking for hand-outs Twenty-five years up in this bi**h And I'll be damned if I ain't leaving rich And leave my kids a grip I let my blood drip off in this thug s**t You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money mission Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock Try to get mo' so my s**t don't flock I lick off shots for everything they owe me And when it's my time to go I pray the Lord hold me (U can be touched) <i>[Kastro]</i> I was born in the city that never sleeps Schooled by the realest of the real ni**az That ever breathed And I was big when I was young And now I see that I was dumb My ni**a.. Lonnie just got hit with 10... 10 years For trusting a friend They left him stuck in the Penn I love him, we all here just to die here, plus Nobody cares what got here Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord Praise the thug ways and I'll never be bored Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord Y'all praise the thug ways So forever it's on.. baby <i>[Chorus Makaveli]</i> My Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched <i>[Young Noble]</i> Why grieve this life Planted by the fiends and pipes Green lights so I'm seeing-seeing everything twice Pretty much of nothing nice (naw) we sucking it up Even when we get a job, we f**king it up Like it can't happen to us I could never be a bum Yeah right, you wound up one God forbid I'm touched, y'all keep living it up Look and learn Next it could be your turn... word <i>[Kadafi]</i> Yes this a felonies' hobby That got me here thinking robbery Day to day all year long Teflon protects my body It's such unimportant in this criminal cartel I'm caught and supporting me So in these streets of hockey I play the goalie, Secretz to war licks, and score s**t Share between clients and homies Remember what Patcino told me Before he past Watch them clowns with them crocodile smiles Cause they phony, I get that cash, stay lonely And I'm point like a thong And it's survive for the strong Living outside the laws of this crooked world I was born touched <i>[Chorus Makaveli]</i> My Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched |
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from 2Pac - The Rose That Grew From Concrete (2000)
[Tupac Shakur]
Right now, it is it is almost.. it is almost uhh, IMPOSSIBLE for you not to see how strong rap has gotten Y'knowhatI'msayin, it's it's like umm.. our our brothers and sisters, our youths, and some of our adults their ear is PINNED to rap music right now And if you really wanna get our message out and really wanna start teachin, we need to start doin that We we really need to start usin, our methods, y'knowhatI'msayin? The Last Poets did it with poetry And uhh, and and.. even in our history from a ancient Afl- African civilization poets went from village to village And that's how, stories and messages and lessons were taught Y'knowhatI'mssayin, and so like you say, history repeats itself And so.. it it was, it was.. at it was, y'know obvious It was, pick it up, y'know? Bein the race that we are, bein the strong race that we are We picked it up, we picked up those positive, those positive vibes and we started rappin and so I think it is, it's a very good medium too |
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from 2Pac - Live [live] (2005)
Troublesome nigga
Troublesome 19-motherfucking-96 Westside Let it be known nigga the boss of all bosses Makaveli hahaha Menacing Methods, Label me a lethal weapon Making niggas die, witnessin' breathless imperfection Can you picture my specific plan? To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned Scams are plotted over grams and rocks Undercover agents die by the random shots We all die in the end, so revenge we swore I was all about my ends fuck friends and foes Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater Got me a dog and named her mob bitch nigga eater What could they do to me ya little brat Shit them niggas done shot me and still terrified i'll cut they ass How can I show you how I feel inside We outlawz, motherfuckas can't kill my pride Niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after I'm gone Cause they fear me in the physical form Let it be known I'm troublesome Troublesome nigga Outlawz We put it down to the fullest Spitting rhymes and bullets Haha... Troublesome Ya'll know what time it is Call the punk police, they can't stop us Niggas run the streets Haha.. Troublesome Yeah Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto A guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels Death before dishonor, bet i bomb on them first Niggas knew we came for murda, pullin' up in a herse Westside was the war cry bustin' all freely Screaming fuck all ya niggas in Swaheli Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back Release me to the care of my heartless trap Say my name three times like Candyman Bet I roll on your ass like an avalanche A soul survivor, learned to get high and pull driveby's Murder my foes, can't control my nine Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please Busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee Picture me lettin this chump survive Ran up on his ass when I dump he died Cause I'm troublesome Young, strapped, and I don't give a fuck I'm hopelesssss I live a thuglife, losing my focus baby I'm troublesome haha... Badboy Killa There is no one realler What you saw was the rough, rugged and raw Outlaw OUTLAW Murder murder my mindstate shit ain't change since my last rhyme The crime rate ain't declined Niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind Like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind Tell me young nigga never learned a thang Dead at thirteen cause he yearn to bang Sent a lot of flowers, but how can I cry Try to warn the little nigga either stop or die Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream Afraid to sleep im havin' crazy dreams Vivid' pictures of my enemies and family times God forgive me cause its wrong but I plan to die You can take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep Did the best I could, raised in insanity Or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life I'm troublesome In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me I'm troublesome I don't give a fuck im troublesome like my nigga napolean said nigga somebody gotta explain why i aint got shit im troublesome you know what time it is the outlaw click, young rugged and sick makaveli the don, the boss of all bosses Mussolini, Idi Amin, Hussein Fatal, Khadafi, Kastro, Napoleon, Mo Khomani We aint fucking around We troublesome hey yo We troublesome Young Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash He going for the hoes and the cash fuck you niggas OUTLAWS Khadafi trump tight never sloppy them other fuckers try to copy but they cant mock u nigga u 2 strong outlaw keep it going on you know wassup outlaws outlaws outlaws outlaws this is dedicated to the real niggas all the real troublesome soldiers on the streets that rather die than see the penitentiary we all motherfuckin' outlaws bye bye bye bye all you niggas die |
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from 2Pac 1집 - 2pacalypse Now (1991)
You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion
Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought Nine millimeter kickin' thinking about what tha streets do to me Cause they never talk peace in tha black community All we know is violence, do tha job in silence Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants Too many brothers daily heading for tha big penn Niggas commin' out worse off than when they went in Over tha years I done alot of growin' up Getten drunk thrown' up Cuffed up Then I said I had enough There must be another route, way out To money and fame, I changed my name And played a different game Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle If one more cop harrasses me I just might go psycho And when I gettem I'll hittem with tha bum rush Only a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed Yo, if your smart you'll really let me go 'G' But keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch tha uzi They got me trapped.... Chorus (Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) They got me trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) Trapped (Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) Trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) They got me trapped Can barely walk tha city streets Without a cop harrassing me, searching me Then asking my identity Hands up, throw me up against tha wall Didn't do a thing at all I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete Coppers try to kill me But they didn't know this was tha wrong street Bang bang, down another casualty But it's a cop who's shot there's brutality Who do you blame? It's a shame because tha mans slain He got caught in tha chains of his own game How can I feel guilty after all tha things they did to me Sweated me, hunted me Trapped in my own community One day i'm gonna bust Blow up on this society Why did ya lie to me ? I couldn't find a trace of equality Work me like a slave while they laid back Homie don't play that It's time I lett'em suffer tha payback I'm tryin to avoid physical contact I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack They got me trapped Chorus (Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) You know they got me trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) Trapped (uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) You know they got me trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) Now i'm trapped and want to find a getaway All I need is a 'G' and somewhere safe to stay Can't use tha phone Cause i'm sure someone is tappin in Did it before Ain't scared to use my gat again I look back at hindsite the fight was irrelevant But now he's tha devils friend Too late to be tellin' him He shot first and i'll be damned if I run away Homie is done away I should of put my gun away I wasn't thinkin' all I heard was tha ridicule Girlies was laughin', Tup sayin Damn homies is dissin you I fired my weapon Started steppin' in tha hurricane I got shot so I dropped Feelin' a burst of pain Got to my feet Couldn't see nothin' but bloody blood Now i'm a fugitive to be hunted like a murderer Ran through an alley Still lookin' for my getaway Coppers said Freeze, or you'll be dead today Trapped in a corner Dark and I couldn't see tha light Thoughts in my mind was tha nine and a better life What do I do ? Live my life in a prison cell I'd rather die than be trapped in a living hell They got me trapped Chorus (Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) They got me trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) Trapped (uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down) You know they got me trapped (Naw, they can't keep tha black man down) Trapped |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
[2Pac]
A military mind nigga A military mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know [Chorus: 2Pac - repeat 2X] We tradin war stories, we Outlawz on the rise Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes [2Pac] Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin hard liquor This ghetto life has got me catchin up to God quicker Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger semi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggaz Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday and fear of man - grow on trees Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes So niggaz whisper when they mention Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure Moms sent me to go play with the drug dealers Hits fall, we thug niggaz and we came in packs. Every one of niggaz strapped sippin on 'nac (Cognac) In the back, my AR-15 Thuggin till I die, these streets got me cravin thorazine My lyrics are blueprints to money makin Fat as that ass that honey shakin [Chorus] w/ Outlawz [Kastro] I bust a trey-trey, buggin an' shit They call it overthuggin and shit But I was just a younger nigga; gettin older and lovin this shit But what was I doin in this place? To the fakes without a pistol in the first, facin termination in the worst But I figured to play the wall; to watch all these playa hatin niggaz position for I could see 'em all Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin to tell you [Edi Amin] Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out smokin greenery Considered a B.G., but I'm off in this game somethin D-P My eyes only see deez, that's why I'm young and burnt out Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out And why I do it - the ridin and smokin Collidin with foes - in the worst place; y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us, in the first place Y'all real O.G.'s, droppin game to the youngsters Y'all don't want no funk cause Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories [Chorus] [C-Bo] I breaks 'em off with this gangsta war story tale Stackin loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12 Slap my clip in the chamber; fool, your life's in danger No one will remain when I come through dumpin insane Call me Bo-wl of Major Pain, gun-slang and movin 'caine I be the nigga that's pullin the trigga and dumpin the hollow points in your brain Mo' bigger balls that RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball W |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
A military mind nigga.
A military mind mean money. A criminal grind nigga. A criminal grind mean hustle. You know, We tradin war stories. We outlaws on the rise. Jealous niggas I despise. Look in my eyes. Now can your mind picture A thug nigga drinkin hard liquor. This ghetto life has got me catchin up to god quicker. Who would figure that all I need was a Hair trigga Semi-Automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggas. Pardon my thug poetry, But suckers is born everyday In fear of man grown [??]. Criminal ties for centuries. A legend in my own rhymes, So niggas whisper when they mention Makaveli was my ? My father figure. Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers. Hence forth. We thug niggas and we came in packs. Every one of niggas strapped sippin on 'nac(Cognac) In the back, my AR 15. Thuggin till I die. These streets got me cravin for a Throzine My lyrics are blueprints to money makin. Fat as that ass that honey shakin. I mind is straight trippin', thuggin and shit. They call it overthuggin and shit. But I was just a youngen nigga gettin older and lovin this shit. But what was I doin in this place? To the fakes without a pistol in the first, Facin termination in the worst. But I figured to play the war, To watch all these playa hatin niggas position, For I could see em all. Made it up out of there. Lucky to be here. Tell you, but it'll never be a repeat. People I'm tryin to tell you. Now picture the scenery. I'm thugged out smokin greenery. Considered a BG(baby gangsta) But I'm off in this game something deeply. My eyes only see these That's why I'm young and burned out Learned to know how. Well to do now. By 18, turned out. And wide open To rob and smokin, collide with foes in the worst place. Y'all shouldn't of fucked with us in the first place. Y'all real OG's(original gangsta) droppin game to the youngsters. Y'all don't want no fuck Cuz y'all be the next in the long line of War Stories |
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from 2Pac - The Prophet: The Best Of The Works... (2005)
A military mind nigga.
A military mind mean money. A criminal grind nigga. A criminal grind mean hustle. You know, We tradin war stories. We outlaws on the rise. Jealous niggas I despise. Look in my eyes. (2x) Now can your mind picture A thug nigga drinkin hard liquor. This ghetto life has got me catchin up to god quicker. Who would figure that all I need was a Hair trigga Semi-Automatic Mac-11 just to scare niggas. Pardon my thug poetry, But suckers is born everyday and fear of man grow on trees. Criminal ties for centuries. A legend in my own rhymes, So niggas wishful when they mention Makaveli was my tutor and Donald Goines My father figure. Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers. Henceforth, We thug niggas and we came in packs. Every one of niggas strapped sippin on 'nac(Cognac) In the back, my AR 15. Thuggin till I die. These streets got me cravin thorazine My lyrics are blueprints to money makin. Fat as that ass that honeys' shakin. Repeat chorus 2X I must stay thuggin and shit. They call it overthuggin and shit. But I was just a younger nigga gettin older and lovin this shit. But what was I doin in this place? To the fakes without a pistol in the first, Facin termination in the worst. But I figured to play the war, To watch all these playa hatin niggas position, For I could see em all. Made it up out of there. Lucky to be here to tell you, but it'll never be a repeat. People I'm tryin to tell you. Now picture the scenery. I'm thugged out smokin greenery. Considered a BG(baby gangsta) but I'm offering This game something deeper. My eyes only see these That's why I'm definately bugged out. Learned to know how. Well to do now. By 18, turned out. And why I do it? The ridin and smokin, collidin with foes in the first place, that shouldn't have fucked with us in the first place. Got real OG's(original gangsta) droppin game to the youngsters. Y'all don't want no fun Cuz y'all be the next in the long line of ?? Chorus repeats 2X I starts em off with this gansta raw story tale. Stackin loot up in the coup that I protect with a Mack 12. Slap my clip in the chamber. Fool, your life's in danger. No one will remain when I come through dumpin insane. Call me ?? Major Payne. Ya slay and move and gain. I be the nigga pullin the trigga and Dumpin the hollow points in your brain. Mo bigger balls that RuPaul. Thug Life ain't a ball. We bust that ass up against a wall. ? As for men ? We bucks em down on the way to the ground. Ain't nuttin but the hog in me. This stuff is real, dough(though). Killin the Po's and keep mobbin, G. ??? ?? with a sawed off. Cuz they dirty as drawers, y'all. And had them bitch niggas hauled off. Chorus repeats 2X Mama had me lived and raised on shit that ain't ok. Ain't nuttin on this earth will make a nigga like me stay. I'm reminissin and catchin flashbacks when niggas Ran up in my house and I was too young to try to blast back. What happend then, no one would tell me since I was 3. Heard they got to my peoples. Now they livin somewhere free. But fuck that, You got whats mines and I want that. Never drop my guard Been on the squad Since ways back. And now I'm sittin, Holdin in anger because my parents missin. Thuggin and murderin. Got some war stories for ya. Now look at me. Straight Outlaw Immortal. Never gave a fuck cuz I was nobody's daughter. Outlaw from my tits to my clips. Don't try to figure cuz the murderous tendencies of my mind Can be controled, nigga. So who's the bigger? Who's the quickest killer? Would ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla. When I got cha, ak nine fourths(?) Prayin to god as your life goes back and forth. Chorus repeats through the rest of the song. (Spoken) War stories, nigga. Heh, heh. Ya playas, too. Thug Life. Outlaw Immortals. Mother fuckin Tupac AKA Makaveli. Can you feel me? Just say never Say Death Row. My niggas love that shit. Dramacydal in this mother fucker. Heh, heh. Yeah nigga. Shout outs to my niggas Fatal and Felony. See ?, ya bald head nut. What? You know what time it is. |
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from 2Pac 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
Lord have mercy, father help us all
since you supplied your phone number, i can't help but call time for action, conversatin, we relaxin, kickin back got ya curious about thug passion, now picture that tongue kissin, hand full of hair, look in my eyes time to make the bed rock, baby look how it rise me and you movin in the nude, do it in the living room sweatin up the sheets, it's the thug in me i be the ? when i tongue kiss your neck, i go a long way to get you, what do you expect late night, hit the highway, drop the top i pull over, gettin busy in the parking lot picture-look it how i lick your hips and glide kiss you soft on your stomach, push my love inside got ya lost in a love zone, stuck in the lust i got the bedroom shakin back, breakin when we're tossin' it up What's your phone number, i get around cali love to my true thugs, picture me now still down for that death row sound, searchin for pay days no longer dre day, arive derche long and forgotten, plottin for plottin-child's play check your sexuality, as fruity as this alize quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move cross DEATH ROW, now who you gonna run to like those other suckers cuz you similiar pretendin to be hard-oh my god-check your temperature screamin compton, but you can't return, you ain't heard brothas pissed cuz you switched and escaped to the burbs mob on to this new era, cuz we untouchable still can't believe you got pac rushin, uppin you bless the real, all the rest get killed, who can you trust only time reveals...toss it up! 2pac commentary... |
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from 2Pac - Nu-Mixx Klassics [remix] (2003)
(Tupac)
The money behind the dreams My right hand, my other Capo in this big motherfuckin war we got My other Capo in this big ass, conglomerate called Death Row Snoop motherfuckin Dogg, Tha Doggfather And who he comin through right now, Makaveli the Don Feel this, Killuminati (Toss it up!) Lord have mercy, father help us all Since you supllied yo' phone number, I can't help but call Time for action, conversatin, we relaxin, kickin back Got you curious for Thug Passion, now picture that Tongue kissin, hand full of hair, look in my eyes Time to make the bed rock, baby look how it rise Me and you movin in the nude, do it in the living room Sweatin up the sheets, it's the Thug in me I mean no disrespectin when I tongue kiss your neck I go a long way to get you wet, what you expect Late night, hit the highway, drop the top I pull over, gettin busy in the parking lot And don't you love it how I lick your, hips and glide Kiss you soft on your stomach, push my love inside Got ya lost in a love zone, stuck in the lust I got the bedroom shakin back-breakin when we're tossin it up (K-Ci, JoJo) In this baby, I like the way it's goin down When all that is around, slip slide ride Givin me love nice like Female I like, what I wanna give all night You and me alone everybody's gone toss it up Baby let's, get it on! I like the way you please me, babe The sexy way you tease me, sugar The way you move your body It really drives me crazy Your body hypnotizing, your smell is so exciting So baby come on home with me, I like the way you give it to me! Chorus: K-Ci, JoJo I like the way you give it to me -- let me see you toss it up (repeat 4X w/ variations) Play on, play on, play on, play onnnn! (repeat 4X w/ variations) (K-Ci, JoJo) Ohhh, it's K-Ci baby, mmm that want you lady Ohhh, don't act so shady, baby your taste as fine as gravy The way you move that thang, you make me wanna sang Girl you make my bells rang, make them go ting-a-ling! Now the man, I'm here again Don't want it to ever end It's feeling too good Gimme some more, oh lady lady Your body the kind I like-ah Big booty so I got to keep it locked up Bag it up yo, let me in there Toss it up for me!! Chorus 1/2 (Tupac) Do you want me what's your phone number, I get around Cali Love to my true Thugs, picture me now Still down for that Death Row sound, searchin for paydays No longer Dre Day, arrivederci Blown and forgotten, rotten for plottin Child's Play Check your sexuality, as fruity as this Alize Quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move Cross Death Row, now who you gon' run to? Lookin for suckers cause you similar Pretendin to be hard, oh my God, check your temperature Screamin Compton, but you can't return, you ain't heard Brothers pissed cause you switched and escaped to the burbs Mob on to this new era, cause we Untouchable Still can't believe that you got 'Pac rushin you Up in you, bless the real, all the rest get killed Who can you trust, only time reveals -- toss it up! Chorus w/ variations (Tupac) Play on playa, play on How can some non-players do a song about Compton and then wanna do a player song? How can non-players do it? (We not little kids, we not playin) Tellin lies, who? Puffy, I read your little interview buddy, c'mon You still ain't touchin us, all that peace talk I don't care if you kiss my ass from here to across the street boy It's on Toss it up, we took you on, and we took y'all beat You know we beat you down, and we took y'all beat Cause you wasn't rockin it right Tired of suckers rockin it, toss it up, is how we did it Yeah, toss it up now! |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
(Tupac)
The money behind the dreams My right hand, my other Capo in this big motherfuckin war we got My other Capo in this big ass, conglomerate called Death Row Snoop motherfuckin Dogg, Tha Doggfather And who he comin through right now, Makaveli the Don Feel this, Killuminati (Toss it up!) Lord have mercy, father help us all Since you supllied yo' phone number, I can't help but call Time for action, conversatin, we relaxin, kickin back Got you curious for Thug Passion, now picture that Tongue kissin, hand full of hair, look in my eyes Time to make the bed rock, baby look how it rise Me and you movin in the nude, do it in the living room Sweatin up the sheets, it's the Thug in me I mean no disrespectin when I tongue kiss your neck I go a long way to get you wet, what you expect Late night, hit the highway, drop the top I pull over, gettin busy in the parking lot And don't you love it how I lick your, hips and glide Kiss you soft on your stomach, push my love inside Got ya lost in a love zone, stuck in the lust I got the bedroom shakin back-breakin when we're tossin it up (K-Ci, JoJo) In this baby, I like the way it's goin down When all that is around, slip slide ride Givin me love nice like Female I like, what I wanna give all night You and me alone everybody's gone toss it up Baby let's, get it on! I like the way you please me, babe The sexy way you tease me, sugar The way you move your body It really drives me crazy Your body hypnotizing, your smell is so exciting So baby come on home with me, I like the way you give it to me! Chorus: K-Ci, JoJo I like the way you give it to me -- let me see you toss it up (repeat 4X w/ variations) Play on, play on, play on, play onnnn! (repeat 4X w/ variations) (K-Ci, JoJo) Ohhh, it's K-Ci baby, mmm that want you lady Ohhh, don't act so shady, baby your taste as fine as gravy The way you move that thang, you make me wanna sang Girl you make my bells rang, make them go ting-a-ling! Now the man, I'm here again Don't want it to ever end It's feeling too good Gimme some more, oh lady lady Your body the kind I like-ah Big booty so I got to keep it locked up Bag it up yo, let me in there Toss it up for me!! Chorus 1/2 (Tupac) Do you want me what's your phone number, I get around Cali Love to my true Thugs, picture me now Still down for that Death Row sound, searchin for paydays No longer Dre Day, arrivederci Blown and forgotten, rotten for plottin Child's Play Check your sexuality, as fruity as this Alize Quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move Cross Death Row, now who you gon' run to? Lookin for suckers cause you similar Pretendin to be hard, oh my God, check your temperature Screamin Compton, but you can't return, you ain't heard Brothers pissed cause you switched and escaped to the burbs Mob on to this new era, cause we Untouchable Still can't believe that you got 'Pac rushin you Up in you, bless the real, all the rest get killed Who can you trust, only time reveals -- toss it up! Chorus w/ variations (Tupac) Play on playa, play on How can some non-players do a song about Compton and then wanna do a player song? How can non-players do it? (We not little kids, we not playin) Tellin lies, who? Puffy, I read your little interview buddy, c'mon You still ain't touchin us, all that peace talk I don't care if you kiss my ass from here to across the street boy It's on Toss it up, we took you on, and we took y'all beat You know we beat you down, and we took y'all beat Cause you wasn't rockin it right Tired of suckers rockin it, toss it up, is how we did it Yeah, toss it up now! |
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from 2Pac 5집 - The Don Killuminati (1996)
[Dominique] Street Science, you're on the air *static*
What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? *static* [Man responds] I love Tupac's new record *static* [Dominique] Right, but don't you feel like that creates *static* a tension between East and West? *static* He's talking about killing people *static* I had sex with your wife and not in those words *static* but he's talking about I wannasee you deceased *static* Intro: Makaveli No doubt... to live and die in LA California -- what you say about Los Angeles Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun and everybody got love Verse One: Makaveli To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets Usniggaz hustle for the cash so it's hard to knok it Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces Shed tears as we bury niggaz close to heart What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on him Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson Court cases keep me guessin, plea bargain ain't an option now, so I'm stressin, cost me more to be free than a life in the pen Makin money off of cuss words, writin again Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen Late night down Sunset likin the scene What's the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell To live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing Chorus: Val Young To live and die in LA, it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Makaveli It's the, City of Angels and constant danger SouthCentral LA, can't get no stranger Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb Watchin the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe So many niggaz gettin three strikes, tossed in jail I swear the pen the right across from hell, I can't cry Cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now Livin life Thug style, so I can't smile Writin to my peoples when they ask for pictures Thinkin Cali just fun and bitches, hahaha Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's All them other niggaz copycats, these is G's I love Cali like I love woman Cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in him We might fight with each other, but I promise you this We'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed To live and die in LA (Let my angel sing) Chorus Verse Three: Makaveli Cause would it be LA without Mexicans? Black love brown pride and the sets again Pete Wilson tryin to see us all broke, I'm on some bullshit Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK Automatics rang free, niggaz lost they way Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood But reconize and it's all good, where the weed at? Niggaz gettin shermed out Snoop Dogg in this muhfucka perved out, M.O.B. Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn Dogg Pound in the Lex, wit a ounce to burn Got them Watts niggaz with me, OFTB They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me Neckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin it pay Gettin high watchin time fly, to live and die in LA (Let my angel sing) Chorus Outro: Makaveli This go out for 92.3, and 106 All the radio stations that be bumpin my shit Makin my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe This go out to all the magazines that supported me All the real motherfuckers All the stores, the mom and pop spots A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers LA, California Love part motherfuckin Two Without gay ass Dre -2002.4.21 재헌이가 투팍을 추모하며- |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
Tupac:
Shit, tired of getting shot at Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested Niggas need a spot where we can kick it A spot where we belong, that's just for us Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood You na'mean? Where do niggas go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga, that's why we go to Thug Mansion That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G At Thug Mansion Tupac: A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times I once contemplated suicide and would of tried But when I held that 9, all I could see was my moma's eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Praying hard for 'Better Dayz', promise to hold on Me and my dogs ain't have a choice but to roll on We finally found a spot to kick it Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at 'Thugz Mansion' (Chorus: Anthony Hamilton) Ain't no place I'd rather be Children, dead homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. Ain't no place I'd rather be Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. 2Pac: Will I survive all the fights and the darkness? Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change? Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain? I need a place to rest my head with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go How can I be peaceful? I'm comin from the bottom Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion Chorus 2Pac: Dear Mama don't cry, your baby boy's doing good Tell the homies I'm in Heaven and they ain't got hoods Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook Drinking peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke Then some lady named Billie Holiday Sang sitting there kicking it with Malcolm, 'til the day came Little LaTasha sure grown Tell the lady in the liquor that she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cutting loose with the band Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last Picture a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than this, in Heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm asking Remember this face, save me a place, in 'Thugz Mansion' Chorus |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
Tupac:
Shit, tired of getting shot at Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested Niggas need a spot where we can kick it A spot where we belong, that's just for us Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood You na'mean? Where do niggas go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga, that's why we go to Thug Mansion That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G At Thug Mansion Tupac: A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times I once contemplated suicide and would of tried But when I held that 9, all I could see was my moma's eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Praying hard for 'Better Dayz', promise to hold on Me and my dogs ain't have a choice but to roll on We finally found a spot to kick it Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at 'Thugz Mansion' (Chorus: Anthony Hamilton) Ain't no place I'd rather be Children, dead homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. Ain't no place I'd rather be Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. 2Pac: Will I survive all the fights and the darkness? Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change? Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain? I need a place to rest my head with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go How can I be peaceful? I'm comin from the bottom Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion Chorus 2Pac: Dear Mama don't cry, your baby boy's doing good Tell the homies I'm in Heaven and they ain't got hoods Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook Drinking peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke Then some lady named Billie Holiday Sang sitting there kicking it with Malcolm, 'til the day came Little LaTasha sure grown Tell the lady in the liquor that she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cutting loose with the band Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last Picture a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than this, in Heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm asking Remember this face, save me a place, in 'Thugz Mansion' Chorus |
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from 2Pac - Thugz Mansion (2003)
Tupac:
Shit, tired of getting shot at Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested Niggas need a spot where we can kick it A spot where we belong, that's just for us Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood You na'mean? Where do niggas go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga, that's why we go to Thug Mansion That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G At Thug Mansion Tupac: A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times I once contemplated suicide and would of tried But when I held that 9, all I could see was my moma's eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Praying hard for 'Better Dayz', promise to hold on Me and my dogs ain't have a choice but to roll on We finally found a spot to kick it Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at 'Thugz Mansion' (Chorus: Anthony Hamilton) Ain't no place I'd rather be Children, dead homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. Ain't no place I'd rather be Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. 2Pac: Will I survive all the fights and the darkness? Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change? Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain? I need a place to rest my head with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go How can I be peaceful? I'm comin from the bottom Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion Chorus 2Pac: Dear Mama don't cry, your baby boy's doing good Tell the homies I'm in Heaven and they ain't got hoods Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook Drinking peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke Then some lady named Billie Holiday Sang sitting there kicking it with Malcolm, 'til the day came Little LaTasha sure grown Tell the lady in the liquor that she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cutting loose with the band Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last Picture a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than this, in Heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm asking Remember this face, save me a place, in 'Thugz Mansion' Chorus |
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from 2Pac - Thugz Mansion (2003)
Tupac:
Shit, tired of getting shot at Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested Niggas need a spot where we can kick it A spot where we belong, that's just for us Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood You na'mean? Where do niggas go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga, that's why we go to Thug Mansion That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G At Thug Mansion Tupac: A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times I once contemplated suicide and would of tried But when I held that 9, all I could see was my moma's eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Praying hard for 'Better Dayz', promise to hold on Me and my dogs ain't have a choice but to roll on We finally found a spot to kick it Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at 'Thugz Mansion' (Chorus: Anthony Hamilton) Ain't no place I'd rather be Children, dead homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. Ain't no place I'd rather be Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. 2Pac: Will I survive all the fights and the darkness? Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change? Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain? I need a place to rest my head with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go How can I be peaceful? I'm comin from the bottom Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion Chorus 2Pac: Dear Mama don't cry, your baby boy's doing good Tell the homies I'm in Heaven and they ain't got hoods Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook Drinking peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke Then some lady named Billie Holiday Sang sitting there kicking it with Malcolm, 'til the day came Little LaTasha sure grown Tell the lady in the liquor that she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cutting loose with the band Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last Picture a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than this, in Heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm asking Remember this face, save me a place, in 'Thugz Mansion' Chorus |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
(Verse 1: 2Pac)
See, it ain't easy bein' me Life as a celebrity is less than heavenly I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around And it's always drama Whevever I wanna get around Mama told me Long before I ever came up Gotta be true, to watchya' do And keep ya' game up 'Cause things change And jealousy becomes a factor Best friends at your wifes house tryin' to mack her! I'm on tour But still they keep on knockin' at my door And I got no time to worry I'm steady wantin' more Every day is a test, yes I try hard But I'm strugg-a-lin' with every breath I pray to God that the woman that I left at home All alone Ain't nothin' like tryin' to bone Over the phone In my mind I can see her naked I can't take it Got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it I thought you knew. (Chorus: Nate Dogg) I'm rollin' out on tour today you gettin' sad cause I'm goin' away, Naa Chickenheads wanna play with me you gettin' mad cause you think I'm a sway, Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream soon as I hit the stage, Naa Still I be gettin' lonely for you I'm comin' home as soon as I make this pay. (echoes) (Verse 2: 2Pac) I call you up long distance On the telephone I wanna tuck you in Even though I know I can't make it home I whisper things in your' ear Like your near me Wonder if you feel me From far away Or can you hear me It seems to me That your' jealous 'Cause I'm hustlin' and makin' money With the fellas' In the back streets Tryin' to trap me Baby hold up Thugs get lonely too! But I'm a soulja And theres no way I'm a' stop makin' money 'Cause your' attitudes changed And your' actin' a little funny Always complainin' Sayin' we don't spend time Can't you see I got enough stress on my mind And hangin' up like you all that And get mad when I'm tell you that "I'm busy baby call back" Please, ain't nothin' left to say to you Thugs get lonely too You know. (Chorus: Nate Dogg) I'm rollin' out on tour today you gettin' sad cause I'm goin' away, Naa Chickenheads wanna play with me you gettin' mad cause you think I'm a sway, Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream soon as I hit the stage, Naa Still I be gettin' lonely for you I'm comin' home as soon as I make this pay. (echoes) (Verse 3: 2Pac) I sit alone in my room, drinkin' Without a care Talkin out loud to you' Like your' there Take your' picture out my back pocket Man it's on You the first face I wanna see When I get home I wanna love you 'till the sun rise Buckwild Touchin' every wall in the house Thug style Put your' hands on the headboard Think of me Drippin' sweat on top of you Sick of scenes in yo' head That I'm makin' love So turn the lights down Reminice 'n relax 'Cause baby right now I feel in the middle of my stomach You whisper in my ear Baby tell me how you really want it Hold on tightly Watch the ceiling Scratch my back How you react Lets me know you feel me 'Cause everything I'm givin' to you Is so true Thugs get lonely too You know. (Chorus: Nate Dogg) I'm rollin' out on tour today you gettin' sad cause I'm goin' away, Naa Chickenheads wanna play with me you gettin' mad cause you think I'm a sway, Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream soon as I hit the stage, Naa Still I be gettin' lonely for you I'm comin' home as soon as I make this pay. (echoes) (Outro: Tupac Talking) Yeah! <i>Thug Life Baby</i> |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
(Verse 1: 2Pac)
See, it ain't easy bein' me Life as a celebrity is less than heavenly I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around And it's always drama Whevever I wanna get around Mama told me Long before I ever came up Gotta be true, to watchya' do And keep ya' game up 'Cause things change And jealousy becomes a factor Best friends at your wifes house tryin' to mack her! I'm on tour But still they keep on knockin' at my door And I got no time to worry I'm steady wantin' more Every day is a test, yes I try hard But I'm strugg-a-lin' with every breath I pray to God that the woman that I left at home All alone Ain't nothin' like tryin' to bone Over the phone In my mind I can see her naked I can't take it Got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it I thought you knew. (Chorus: Nate Dogg) I'm rollin' out on tour today you gettin' sad cause I'm goin' away, Naa Chickenheads wanna play with me you gettin' mad cause you think I'm a sway, Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream soon as I hit the stage, Naa Still I be gettin' lonely for you I'm comin' home as soon as I make this pay. (echoes) (Verse 2: 2Pac) I call you up long distance On the telephone I wanna tuck you in Even though I know I can't make it home I whisper things in your' ear Like your near me Wonder if you feel me From far away Or can you hear me It seems to me That your' jealous 'Cause I'm hustlin' and makin' money With the fellas' In the back streets Tryin' to trap me Baby hold up Thugs get lonely too! But I'm a soulja And theres no way I'm a' stop makin' money 'Cause your' attitudes changed And your' actin' a little funny Always complainin' Sayin' we don't spend time Can't you see I got enough stress on my mind And hangin' up like you all that And get mad when I'm tell you that "I'm busy baby call back" Please, ain't nothin' left to say to you Thugs get lonely too You know. (Chorus: Nate Dogg) I'm rollin' out on tour today you gettin' sad cause I'm goin' away, Naa Chickenheads wanna play with me you gettin' mad cause you think I'm a sway, Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream soon as I hit the stage, Naa Still I be gettin' lonely for you I'm comin' home as soon as I make this pay. (echoes) (Verse 3: 2Pac) I sit alone in my room, drinkin' Without a care Talkin out loud to you' Like your' there Take your' picture out my back pocket Man it's on You the first face I wanna see When I get home I wanna love you 'till the sun rise Buckwild Touchin' every wall in the house Thug style Put your' hands on the headboard Think of me Drippin' sweat on top of you Sick of scenes in yo' head That I'm makin' love So turn the lights down Reminice 'n relax 'Cause baby right now I feel in the middle of my stomach You whisper in my ear Baby tell me how you really want it Hold on tightly Watch the ceiling Scratch my back How you react Lets me know you feel me 'Cause everything I'm givin' to you Is so true Thugs get lonely too You know. (Chorus: Nate Dogg) I'm rollin' out on tour today you gettin' sad cause I'm goin' away, Naa Chickenheads wanna play with me you gettin' mad cause you think I'm a sway, Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream soon as I hit the stage, Naa Still I be gettin' lonely for you I'm comin' home as soon as I make this pay. (echoes) (Outro: Tupac Talking) Yeah! <i>Thug Life Baby</i> |
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from 2Pac 4집 - All Eyez On Me (1996)
Intro: 2Pac
Aight, new drink one part Alize one part Cristal Thugs Passion baby y'all know what time it is This drink is Guaranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard now if ya with me Pour a glass and drink with a nigga know what I mean ? I ain't trying to turn you all niggas into alcohols Alcoholics (ha ha) I'm just trying to turn you into muthafuckin thugs So come and get some of this thug passion Baby Verse One: Dramacydal I could pull out the drink and be good 'till it's relavent but I'm a straight solider, I'll roll up a nigga like its Heaven sent Tripping over dead presidents they got these derelicts I throw was down with this business Tryin' clown and get a cent and so rather than stand forever, been thinking drinking over a felony and hell of me and how it will be some other shit People telling me to cool out But they ain't feeling me a mutha fuckin fool 'bout my fuckin cheddar cheese and it pleases, passion of mine Thuggin huggin plenty of G's and laughing while I pass through times And all thes back stabbers be watchin Just keep it plain I'm a keep it the same partner Just take it the simple game I can pinkle with the rain twinkling diamonds and thangs go plinklin enough to hold me, til' I'm, old and wrinklin and These adversaries they gonna have to be worrying cuz I'm a be illing Fufillin my Passion Till I'm burryin' My Thug Passion Chorus: Jewell I heard it's the bomb and you got it going on give me some of your Thug Passion Babby You got me dripping wet from the way you make me sweat give me some of your Thug Passion Babby owwowwwowwww Verse Two: Dramacydal Now what if me turn this Henessee into a robbery the Prophecy probably suddenly switch and How it supposed to be? And Dirty money Can't be evil cuz it's filling up my tummy see Born in a position Death collision was futuristic twisting riches But there is only one way to make mo' so I'm standing on the corner trying to hustle in the snow and My bigga bro couldn't know but buy a four four blasting at playa hating wantin' mo' with a Thug Passion Verse Three: 2Pac Putting down mashin' control by this Thug's Passion unlike them other bustas pistol blastin' I'm asking, What Happened? To the niggas who kept it real like they claim to that's when I bang do see thang true Traveling this road my poor soul has been consolidated with all this bullshit I done tolerated How I made it can easily stated it's like my heart be gripped with the Passion to be the fucking greatest Load up and take shit (Dramacydal) Make this to some high dollar gangster shit jack a stack till we got enought bank to split Verse Four: Storm Creep with me through that Imortal flow Thug Passion got you tremblin' like Death on the Row make your move so I can throw your mind a curve while i'll be blowin up tha scene like my nigga Mr. Herb take a toke as your heart goes full arrest I got tha bomb so nigga, fuck tha rest ya need a 3rd to get ya flowin' and let that loc see smoke feelin' tha strokes of tha nine squeeze tight and slow Chorus Verse Five: 2Pac They say money don't make tha man but damn i'm makin' money observin' you muthafuckers cause some of you bitches funny say you want it but you bullshitin' lickin' them lips you got me about to act a fool quick sippin' on some Alize and Cristal, meanwhile buy me a drink and get to winking at me she smiles a niggas full of passion Satisfaction is everlastin' How does it feel ? what i'm askin' while i'm rubbin' on that ass why you laughin' ? see, i'm diggin' as if i'm curious full blown and furious baby get a grip when I be doin' this It's so physical my attraction driven by alcohol beware of my reaction baby i'm born to ball thugged out on Death Row You better recognize and picture what I said so Now you can feel it it's a potion for my niggas in motion forever blastin' bitches ain't ready for this Thug Passion Chorus 4X |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
Intro: 2Pac
Aight, new drink one part Alize one part Cristal Thugs Passion baby y'all know what time it is This drink is Guaranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard now if ya with me Pour a glass and drink with a nigga know what I mean ? I ain't trying to turn you all niggas into alcohols Alcoholics (ha ha) I'm just trying to turn you into muthafuckin thugs So come and get some of this thug passion Baby Verse One: Dramacydal I could pull out the drink and be good 'till it's relavent but I'm a straight solider, I'll roll up a nigga like its Heaven sent Tripping over dead presidents they got these derelicts I throw was down with this business Tryin' clown and get a cent and so rather than stand forever, been thinking drinking over a felony and hell of me and how it will be some other shit People telling me to cool out But they ain't feeling me a mutha fuckin fool 'bout my fuckin cheddar cheese and it pleases, passion of mine Thuggin huggin plenty of G's and laughing while I pass through times And all thes back stabbers be watchin Just keep it plain I'm a keep it the same partner Just take it the simple game I can pinkle with the rain twinkling diamonds and thangs go plinklin enough to hold me, til' I'm, old and wrinklin and These adversaries they gonna have to be worrying cuz I'm a be illing Fufillin my Passion Till I'm burryin' My Thug Passion Chorus: Jewell I heard it's the bomb and you got it going on give me some of your Thug Passion Babby You got me dripping wet from the way you make me sweat give me some of your Thug Passion Babby owwowwwowwww Verse Two: Dramacydal Now what if me turn this Henessee into a robbery the Prophecy probably suddenly switch and How it supposed to be? And Dirty money Can't be evil cuz it's filling up my tummy see Born in a position Death collision was futuristic twisting riches But there is only one way to make mo' so I'm standing on the corner trying to hustle in the snow and My bigga bro couldn't know but buy a four four blasting at playa hating wantin' mo' with a Thug Passion Verse Three: 2Pac Putting down mashin' control by this Thug's Passion unlike them other bustas pistol blastin' I'm asking, What Happened? To the niggas who kept it real like they claim to that's when I bang do see thang true Traveling this road my poor soul has been consolidated with all this bullshit I done tolerated How I made it can easily stated it's like my heart be gripped with the Passion to be the fucking greatest Load up and take shit (Dramacydal) Make this to some high dollar gangster shit jack a stack till we got enought bank to split Verse Four: Storm Creep with me through that Imortal flow Thug Passion got you tremblin' like Death on the Row make your move so I can throw your mind a curve while i'll be blowin up tha scene like my nigga Mr. Herb take a toke as your heart goes full arrest I got tha bomb so nigga, fuck tha rest ya need a 3rd to get ya flowin' and let that loc see smoke feelin' tha strokes of tha nine squeeze tight and slow Chorus Verse Five: 2Pac They say money don't make tha man but damn i'm makin' money observin' you muthafuckers cause some of you bitches funny say you want it but you bullshitin' lickin' them lips you got me about to act a fool quick sippin' on some Alize and Cristal, meanwhile buy me a drink and get to winking at me she smiles a niggas full of passion Satisfaction is everlastin' How does it feel ? what i'm askin' while i'm rubbin' on that ass why you laughin' ? see, i'm diggin' as if i'm curious full blown and furious baby get a grip when I be doin' this It's so physical my attraction driven by alcohol beware of my reaction baby i'm born to ball thugged out on Death Row You better recognize and picture what I said so Now you can feel it it's a potion for my niggas in motion forever blastin' bitches ain't ready for this Thug Passion Chorus 4X |
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from 2Pac - The 10the Anniversary Collection/ The Sex, The Soul & The Street (2007)
No need to cry now, go wipe your tears
Be a woman, why you actin' surprised? You showed the bullshit; commin' fake hair fake nails, fake eyes too So why you bound to fuck wit fake guys too Aint nothin' hard about it Why you lookin' sad, should'a though about it Say you learn, i truly doubt it I guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love Gettin' freaky with the thug niggaz up in the club Ask to buy you a drink, you holla Don Perione (spellin?) Knowin' I'm a cash dealer, still I, remain calm Let you chill with me Plus you was smilin' 'til the bill miss me That's what you get for trynna dick me Missed me with that "buy me this, buy me that"- syndrome shit Bitch get a job if you wanna be rich Gettin' mad 'cuz i cursed and i screamed i hate'cha Introduced you to a nigga nature, feel me (Chorus) (Verse 2) Probably too nice at first I lettin' you kiss where it hurts Me and you gettin' busy, slangin' dick in the dirt Met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it See us, toungkissin', you was trouly with it Little Exstacy, Hennesey, mix with me Picture me pray for pussy when the dick's for free Hey now, where my niggaz at? Tell these hoes Before I pay; I jerk off, word to Moses Visions of you sittin' there sweaty and wet Pointin' at the places that you want me to hit Give me room all up in the room, call the cops Nigga, hit them walls til the bastard drop Label me: Makaveli - Thug Nigga with pipe Livin' life as a Rock Star friday nights Make money, get pussy Always keep a pager, cell-phone in the ride To complete my Nature now! (Chorus) (That's a nigga nature!) (Verse 3) Started as a seed from the semen Straight outta Papa's nuts, lustin' for creamin' Bitches wit big butts, curves make a nigga cry, tits and shit When I'm locked down beggin' you for porno fleeks Sneak weed in, helped a nigga passed the time With my name tattoo'd so that ass is mine Tell everybody; 'Pac put it down for good A local legend through the whole hood Follow me, I got a gun on me Goin' for nun on the run baby You know a nigga need some, is my son crazy? Why I cry, when i be thuggin' til i die Picture of nigga in heaven high, of weed I fly Got me missin' dead homies with the phonies that died Hit the weed and hope it get me high Dear God, understand my ways, livin' major Blessed with a thug's heart In a realla nigga nature! (Chorus x2) (That's a nigga nature!) (Just be a nigga nation) (It ain't my fault, that's a nigga nature) (A nigga nature) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Put me in that; ay come on JoJo ('Pac.. hahaha)
Yeah that type of shit (maybe it's the thug in me) You know what time it is (maybe it's the thug in me) By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game Made it through a tough childhood never be the same Walked in my daddy's shoes No time to be a peaceful man had to shatter fools That's 'til I put my eyes on you God damn, sweetheart you got some thighs on you Now I can't wait to get you home, get you all alone In my bedroom, baby can we bone, and get it on Tell me lady how you like me and if you want it harder baby, come and bite me but do it lightly; cause that excites me to let it pop And if you lick me right, I'll do it all night Only got fucked by a drug dealer Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga (haha) Though I like the way you scream when you lovin me I'm goin deep, it's the thug in me; so whatchu sayin girl? *A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you (*'Pac repeats "Maybe it's the thug in me" at various points) Moan baby when we bone it's on It's so strong niggaz in the next room'll cum I got ya head swingin, tongue kissin as I hit it from the back with the bed ringin (haha) Give me space as I lick ya face, stick the place Synchronize so I drive when they kick the bass Love fuckin in tha mo'nin I get ya wet and bust a sweat, then I'm gone Left you on yo' own girl Tell me what you feel like, blindfolded I'm cold do it real nice - that's if it feel right Maybe it's the thug in me I pull ya hair while we fuckin in the chair, when ya lovin me Up against the wall, you can have it all; just try Bet my kiss, can get you high, don't pass by Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin you Now open up and let me put the thug in you *Repeat Say baby what's your phone number? Be warned, I'm like a storm with my own thunder, I make the room rumble In and out long stroke, hold ya breath now Close your eyes deep throat - did you like it? Oooh I'm excited! Cause it's a party in my bedroom, you're invited - c'mon now Let me see ya shake your rump, tell me how long will it take to cum, havin fun Do it one on one and we can all get involved First y'all do me, then I'll fuck y'all When you call me the next day to get sexed by a nigga in the best way Yeah baby it's a price to pay, only play in the fast lane When you a hustler, motherfuck a cash came I gotcha goin wild, cause I'm lovin you Drugged out with this motherfuckin thug in you *Repeat (x2) I don't wanna talk, I don't want no explanations I don't got no motherfuckin explanations, y'knahmsayin? It's the thug in me Don't be askin why I'm pullin your hair and why I fuck so motherfuckin thuggish That thug passion, y'knahmean? Bitch, no mercy What you scared of? Didn't you come over here to get fucked? You ain't come over here for me to be strokin, and all that bullshit You came over here to get fucked Shit, if I ain't fuck you thug style Bitch you'd leave my house talkin bout, "Tupac can't serve me" Won't have me crossed up in that bullshit, hahaha Turn over! Maybe it's the thug in me! (That too baby..) (Ohh yeah, ohh that's right.. mhmm.. okay.. okay baby.. yeah..) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Ay come on JoJo ('Pac.. hahaha)
Yeah that type of shit (maybe it's the thug in me) You know what time it is (maybe it's the thug in me) By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game Made it through a tough childhood never be the same Walked in my daddy's shoes No time to be a peaceful man had to shatter fools That's 'til I put my eyes on you God damn, sweetheart you got some thighs on you Now I can't wait to get you home, get you all alone In my bedroom, baby can we bone, and get it on Tell me lady how you like me and if you want it harder baby, come and bite me but do it lightly; cause that excites me to let it pop And if you lick me right, I'll do it all night Only got fucked by a drug dealer Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga (haha) Though I like the way you scream when you lovin me I'm goin deep, it's the thug in me; so whatchu sayin girl? *A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you I got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you I got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you girl (*'Pac repeats "Maybe it's the thug in me" at various points) Moan baby when we bone it's on It's so strong niggaz in the next room'll cum I got ya head swingin, tongue kissin as I hit it from the back with the bed ringin (haha) Give me space as I lick ya face, stick the place Synchronize so I drive when they kick the bass Love fuckin in tha mo'nin I get ya wet and bust a sweat, then I'm gone Left you on yo' own girl Tell me what you feel like, blindfolded I'm cold do it real nice - that's if it feel right Maybe it's the thug in me I pull ya hair while we fuckin in the chair, when ya lovin me Up against the wall, you can have it all; just try Bet my kiss, can get you high, don't pass by Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin you Now open up and let me put the thug in you *Repeat Say baby what's your phone number? Be warned, I'm like a storm with my own thunder, I make the room rumble In and out long stroke, hold ya breath now Close your eyes deep throat - did you like it? Oooh I'm excited! Cause it's a party in my bedroom, you're invited - c'mon now Let me see ya shake your rump, tell me how long will it take to cum, havin fun Do it one on one and we can all get involved First y'all do me, then I'll fuck y'all When you call me the next day to get sexed by a nigga in the best way Yeah baby it's a price to pay, only play in the fast lane When you a hustler, motherfuck a cash came I gotcha goin wild, cause I'm lovin you Drugged out with this motherfuckin thug in you *Repeat (x2) I don't wanna talk, I don't want no explanations I don't got no motherfuckin explanations, y'knahmsayin? It's the thug in me Don't be askin why I'm pullin your hair and why I fuck so motherfuckin thuggish That thug passion, y'knahmean? Bitch, no mercy What you scared of? Didn't you come over here to get fucked? You ain't come over here for me to be strokin, and all that bullshit You came over here to get fucked Shit, if I ain't fuck you thug style Bitch you'd leave my house talkin bout, "Tupac can't serve me" Won't have me crossed up in that bullshit, hahaha Turn over! Maybe it's the thug in me! .. |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Put me in the car JoJo
It's Pac Heh heh, yeah, maybe it's the thug in me Yeah, that type of shit You know what time it is Maybe it's the thug in me Verse 1 By Age thirteen I was buck wild Good at my knuckle game Made it through a tough childhood Never be the same Walked in my daddy's shoes No time to be a peaceful man I had shatter fools That's till I put my eyes on you God damn sweetheart you got some thighs on you Now I can't wait to get you home Get you all alone In my bedroom baby can we bone? And get it on? Tell me lady how you like me And if you want it harder baby Come and bite me But do it lightly Cause that excites me to ?let it pop? And if you lick me right I'll do it all night Only got fucked by a drug dealer Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga (Ha Ha) Though I like the way you scream when your loving me I'm going deep its the thug in me So what you saying girl... (Chorus) Thug nigga like me Need a thug lady like you I got alotta thug in me (In me) That I wanna put in you (Put in you) Thug nigga like me Need a thug lady like you I got alotta thug in me That I wanna give to you, girl Verse 2 Moan baby when we bone, its on Its so strong niggas in the next room will come I got your head swinging Tongue kissing As I hit it from the back With the bed ringing (Ha Ha) Give me space As I lick your face Stick the place Synchronized so I grind when they kick the bass Love fucking in the morning I get you wet and bust a sweat Then I'm gone Left you on your own Girl tell me what you feel like Blindfolded I'm cold do it real nice That's if it feel right Maybe its the thug in me I pull your hair While we fucking in the chair When you loving me up against the wall You can have it all Just try Bet my kiss, can get you high Don't pass by Grab me by my nuts When I'm loving you Now open up and let me put the thug in you (Chorus) Verse 3 Say baby what's your phone number? Be warned I'm like a storm with my own thunder I make the room rumble In and out Long stroke Hold your breath, now close your eyes deep throat Did you like it? Ew, I'm excited Cause it's a party in my bedroom your invited C'mon now let me see you shake your rump Tell me, how long will it take to come? Having fun, do it one on one or we can all get involved First ya'll do me then I fuck ya'll When you call me the next day To get sexed by a nigga in the best way (Ha Ha Ha) Yeah baby its a price to pay Only play in the fast lane When you a hustler, mother fuck a cash game I got you going wild, cause I'm loving you Drugged out with this mother fucking thug in you (Chorus) 2x (Laughing) I don't wanna talk I don't want no explanation I don't got no mother fucking explanation, you know what I'm saying It's just the thug in me You don't be asking me why I'm I be pulling your hair Or why I fuck so mother fucking thuggy It's that thug passion, know what I mean? No mercy What you scared of ? (I ain't scared) Didn't you come over here to get fucked? (yeah) You ain't come over here to get stroking and all that bullshit You came over here to get fucked I fuck you thug style baby You leave my house sayin' Tupac game served you Don't have me crossed up in that bullshit (okay) Turn over (okay baby) Baby it's the thug in me (yeah) |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
(2pac)
HAHA Thug for life nigga Can't you read the signs? ay fuck it man (Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin' fucked off - liquor Get loaded can't control it Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it You get the bones act to the whole stack Thats fo sho black To be a mack and keep your dough fat And tell me what does it take to be a G? I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt And now im in the rap game like the crack game I got enemies Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum What does it take to be a G? Silence is a must, violence is a plus Plus, shots at my adversaries Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried Cause ill be buckin' in a fuckin hurry Chorus X3 Tell em' Thug for life High till' I die When em' stupid ass bitches ask why? 2pac Game? Thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on makin' money, But you stuck on these fake bitches And jealous muthafuckas can't see That it's the fame that caught these stupid bitches, pass the pussy free So tell me why u sweatin' a muthafucka like me? A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas Jumpin' around at the shows And your the first muthafucka to jump To the trunk when it's time for fun Little trick ass punk Thug muthafuckas don't die we get high and we multiply Muthafuckaa!! Give a holla to my niggas in the Bay I'm livin' in LA still clutchin' on my AK Chorus X6 Tell em' Thug for life High till' I die When em' stupid ass bitches ask why? THUG FOR LIFE BIATCH!! Yeah nigga, thug life, from now till' the muthafuckin' ever Havenotz in this muthafucka |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
(2pac)
HAHA Thug for life nigga Can't you read the signs? ay fuck it man (Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin' fucked off - liquor Get loaded can't control it Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it You get the bones act to the whole stack Thats fo sho black To be a mack and keep your dough fat And tell me what does it take to be a G? I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt And now im in the rap game like the crack game I got enemies Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum What does it take to be a G? Silence is a must, violence is a plus Plus, shots at my adversaries Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried Cause ill be buckin' in a fuckin hurry Chorus X3 Tell em' Thug for life High till' I die When em' stupid ass bitches ask why? 2pac Game? Thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on makin' money, But you stuck on these fake bitches And jealous muthafuckas can't see That it's the fame that caught these stupid bitches, pass the pussy free So tell me why u sweatin' a muthafucka like me? A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas Jumpin' around at the shows And your the first muthafucka to jump To the trunk when it's time for fun Little trick ass punk Thug muthafuckas don't die we get high and we multiply Muthafuckaa!! Give a holla to my niggas in the Bay I'm livin' in LA still clutchin' on my AK Chorus X6 Tell em' Thug for life High till' I die When em' stupid ass bitches ask why? THUG FOR LIFE BIATCH!! Yeah nigga, thug life, from now till' the muthafuckin' ever Havenotz in this muthafucka |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
This motherfucking life I lead, shit
A hell of motherfucking road blocks and crooked cops We still ride though What side? Westside (Verse 1: Tupac) I want money in large amounts my garage full of cars that bounce Moving my tapes in major ways cause every dollar counts Busters is jealous and half these nigas is punks They running off at the mouth 'til I fill up with my pump They jump my automatic keep them weary While you fronting like you Billy bad ass nigga you scary I been knowing you for years we was high school peers iIn Junior High I was itchin' to kill and you was ready to die While you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases Busting my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places Leaving no trace they see my face and then they buried Them bitches die in a hurry still I ride I'm never worried Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'ma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd and motherfuckers die It's not the way I wanna live my nigga it's how it is Homie got into a fight last night they killed his kids (Chorus x2) In this life I lead fiend for currency Get high off weed collect g's make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead (Verse 2: Young Noble) I ain't a killer but don't push me dog For that family I'll send that ass straight to God (what you doing nigga?) And in this life I lead I've seen the most of my 23 years My vision is blurry the money is clear Some of my peers eternally will sleep in a coffin (yeah nigga) And noble on the road I'm extremely cautious It happened that fast split second your gone At the top of my tombstone put noble is raw Outlaw 'Till I'm under the floor for Kadafi the prince I stack dough like a clock on the bricks With a watch on my wrist dog I know the time these days We outlaws we gonna die this way we already in the history books Pac made sure of that Whateva you took we taking it back You know it's all for the foundation Outlaws We still building the thug nation holler at your homie (Chorus 2x) In this life I lead Fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect g's Make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead (Verse 3: Napolean) It ain't but nothing air between us oxygen is gettin hot Got a problem mo' fag ass nigga kick rocks Now *censored* on the phone and the nigga talking crazy I don't know who to blame him or *censored* for killing babies I'm a New Jers' Devil the street created rebel Only got one shot to produce on every level This is Maximus go to the max I must Nigga I came from not much so money I clutch Uhuh Napolean the strength of strong arm With a dick they whistle and ride I put a move up on I'm a hardcore product of the ghetto Been blessed for sure to eat from out the ghetto I maneuver in the right lane quick to push back lanes Switch it to the left lane I play with my hands And I'm plotting on the fortune it's getting hot and scorching I'm thinking like a scorpion that torturing an enemy (Chorus 2x) In this life I lead Fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect g's Make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead (Verse 4) Now with this outlaw lifestyle that I've been introduced to Money and hoes keep us closer to Lucifer (what's up Kurupt) Steady seducing us and I'm all for it It's the life for me and the law cant spoil it So you can call it what the fuck you want (right) But I'm a baller alcoholic with a sawn-off pump (nigga) My mamma ain't raise no punk and even dead Pac So when I jump off I breathe for Yak Been puttin in work so I walk with a bop And it safe at home so I sleep with a glock (no mistakes) Thug living Ugh what the fuck would be better I do my dirt with the family so we dying together (Verse 5: Edi) We on a mission for mo' gangster shit on you hoes We ain't fucking with you lawyers crossing niggas up out there dough Trying to live Godzilla Edi went from a bad boy To a anybody killer Look out Wanted man guns in hand stand firm Nuts are my pride now lets burn Bound and profound going down swinging Holding my ground we the last ones breathing No stopping till we eating deep in the trenches So many killings it's senseless So in this life I lead I stay protected My god my squad and this thing in my palm Now all my hustling motherfuckers get your money Sing along (Chorus x2) In this life I lead Fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect g's Make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead This motherfucking life I lead nigga You know what time it is Westside Deathrow Dogg Pound Everybody killer Bad boy killer ?? killer Anybody killer Fuck all y'all niggas If it ain't Westside nigga it ain't Pac That's on my momma |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
This ain't livin..
[2Pac] Nigga - I hear even the smaller G's be dippin Chevy Impalas while flossin they gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow We (?)swallow tomorrow(?) see, what we leave is hollow We feed violence and greed, let 'em bleed tomorrow In time, they grip a nine, sippin wine - hit grass 'til I be starin watch the parents sacrifice they child The love's gone, a thug's home, with no love Feelin so strong, make young boys into drug lords Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes Now three for Johnny Law tryin to make my chips I never pulled the trigger, didn't touch that bitch Throw yo' hands in the air, it's a robbery .. thinkin 'Pac, would you ride with me Let's go see what our enemies talkin bout When G's enter the house nobody's walkin out This ain't livin, it's similar to prison, we trapped My homies jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped I watch my back twenty-fo' seven and never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you know! This is how it goes when we floss with foes Before I toss yo' hoe, it'll cost you mo' I do shows make a lot of dough, murder my foes But I'd give it all up, if it would help you grow This ain't livin [Chorus 2X: sung] Takes a life to make a life (takes a life) Livin in the world of crime tonight (takes a life) Can't find a better way to break you This ain't livin I gotta do what I gotta do [2Pac] Peep it - gunfire is produced at alarmin rates Today's youth, quick to shoot, get in the car and break "It Takes a Nation of Millions" if we intend to stop the killin Just search your feelings, participate in some rehabil'n They our seeds and when they bleed, we bleed That's what becomes of lonely children, they turn to G's Heavenly father can you rescue, my young nation rest the Lord will protect you, respect due Not a threat as I step in blue, and check those that oppose when I froze them fools, and who are you to watch me fall farther I disappeared, reappeared as the .. follow me now Skippin class, and livin fast, will get yo' ass stuck in the pen, doin life plus ten Young brother pump yo' brakes for me, before you choke won't ya soak up some game from yo' big homies This ain't livin, we givin you jewelsl, use 'em as tools Explode on they industry and fade them fools You know the rules, gotta be a rider You can run the red lights but read the street signs, heyy This for all of y'all that keep on raisin hell Put a pistol in your hand and let you fade yourself It ain't right, what you put your momma through, young G Gotta change your life, take the game from me This ain't livin [Chorus] - 2X |
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| from 2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G. - The Here After Feat The Notorious B.I.G (2001) | |||||
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Subject : 발매 20주년을 맞은 투팍(2Pac)의 [All Eyez on Me]
