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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
[2Pac]
As the world turns.. As the world turns my niggaz grow and grow and grow and get dough and roll and ride Niggaz die and mommas cry Niggaz got alibis and suicides and homicides and three strikes and yo' life and my life and times change And niggaz fame, as the world turns.. Though I walk thru the valley of hell the shadow follows me Wisdom hard to swallow tomorrow expect apologies You probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me I pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me And still, the best of us build, and reach monetary gains Some of us kill, but still, most of us can change if we search deeper, god bless the hustler, curse the first sleeper Enemies get beside me, flows go deeper inside We we ride plots keep all my enemies blinded Time will soon show, a thought can last for years Outshinin them fakes smile plastic tears like last year, niggaz stuck in the past, and it's clear Just some busta ass bastards allergic to cash this year Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-B Killin bustaz is my motherfuckin job, him or me Lyrically fatally driven, niggaz reported missin My competition dead or in prison, as the world turns... Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background) (Turns.. turns, turns, turns, and turns My niggaz grow and grow and grow and gettin dough and dough and dough from this state to that state from this cell to that cell, as the world turns) As the world keeps turnin round and round It's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin [Young Noble] As the world turn burnin paths, starin through my rearview It's a war goin on, and the President is in too I hear Tu-Pac sayin, "Watch em they'll kill you" Sippin Thug Passion, scrub actin like he feel you Steady plottin, ready or not; Outlawz lost but not forgotten, from Gittere to Compton A spitter of the hotness, long timeness So like six I ain't never been rich I need cream, to buy Ellene a dream house She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlawww [Napoleon] Another lonely nigga with a 12-gage pump with a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, fuck these punks Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf I ride or die for Makaveli the legendary war thug nigga Kadafi betta unslug this nigga, Seike betta undrug this nigga Out of the buildin we street children with no souls Our hearts gon' stay cold, the war gon' stay on We serve em, like Pac told us to, catch em wet with the tec Hit em in the neck and watch him die like he supposed to Napoleon the front line soldier, front times over Rider for the mightly dollar rather drunk or sober Nigga talkin thug walkin all through yo' squad Y'all niggaz scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie Better be prepared than try to dunk away from these strays homie Worlds turn, thangs burn, all in one shot Rest in peace to the fallen soldiers, all that we got As the world turns.. Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background) (And my niggaz roll and ride, hahaha Niggaz gettin swoll out And it don't stop and it don't quit That real shit! As the world turns.. Niggaz die for How many you niggaz try for this? As the world turns Murderin methods.. haha OUTLAW!) As the world keeps turnin round and round It's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin As the world keeps turnin round and round It's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. [E.D.I. Amin] Only haters caught feelings, when my homie caught millions And acquired the desired status of boss livin We cross driven, cornered into a life that's hellish Payin our dues with bloodshed, ain't shit y'all could tell us Fellas - mount up, it's time for battle, it's on now Two worlds collidin armies ridin soldiers, gone wild Sometimes I think my glory days was back in my youth I sought too for family, but I got it lost in these ounces Now as the world turns court adjourns, I'm sentenced to burn The cost of my sins too much, nuttin left to earn [Kadafi] October 9th 1977 first day out my baby carriage Married my Mack-11 hit the block playin Only five years up in this bitch, poppa runnin from the Feds Puttin peanut butter on the walls to hide his prints Me on my own, not yet grown but only man of the home to protect my zone in these streets I roam Dough on d-low, downin straight shots of Cristal Brothers Hundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, fuck eighth I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state Got the drop on the spot, movin pounds of weight Fuck my fate and lots of loot to burn, a hustler's yearn for this dirty money earned as this crooked world turns Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper (repeats as Tupac speaks) [2Pac] Hahaha.. as the world turns.. and turns and turns and turns.. haha This for the soldiers out there involved in the everyday struggle Hopin to bubble, keep on hustlin, as the world turns Money come and go, hoes come and go, foes come and go Friends come and go.. my soldiers, stay eternal Outlaw Immortalz, dedicated I send this to black Jesus, only he can feed us When you need us, as the world turns Throw this shit in the deck, hahah Niggaz gettin chin checked From the East to the West best to wear a vest Nigga we ain't the ones to test, fuck you As the world turns Outlaw ridahs, Mutah right beside us Camillion, wanna make a million Haha legit, as the world turns.. haha.. Burn baby burn [Napoleon] A lot of niggaz get burned as the world turns A lot of niggaz gettin burned as the world turns.. Gettin burned as the world turns |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
Baby Don't Cry (Keep Ya Head Up II)
[2Pac] I feel you {uhh} .. (baby don't) but you can't, you can't give up {Hey.. 2Pac what?} [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {Outlawz} Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {Keep ya head up} [2Pac] Now here's a story bout a woman with dreams So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while I could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek Sheddin quiet tears in the back seat; so when she asked me, "What would you do if it was you?" Couldn't answer such a horrible pain to live through I tried to trade places in the tragedy I couldn't picture three crazed niggaz grabbin me For just a moment I was trapped in the pain, Lord come and take me Four niggaz violated, they chased and they raped me Even though it wasn't me, I could feel the grief Thinkin with your brains blown that would make the pain go No! You got to find a way to survive cause they win when your soul dies [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby please don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {never give up} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up} Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry [Edi Amin] Uhh Forget him girl (forget him girl) he ain't gon' never change I ain't no hater but that nigga lost in the game After the bright lights and big thangs he probably could loev you, but he in love with the struggle Everyday, his mind on gettin mo' (gettin mo') and never your feelings, he's chasin millions fo' sho' Uh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn) Another wild-ass nigga that's gon' drive you crazy You got too much, mo', livin to do - I'm spittin this to you, cause you deserve more than what he givin to you (that's right) Beautiful, black, precious, and complicated A new millennium dime piece, so fine she got em all stuck standin still when she come through Baby take a little mo' time, love'll find you And show us the sky's blue somebody other than me gon' give you everything you need, feel me? {Don't cry-ahhhhh..} [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright} Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {keep your head up} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up} Even when the road is hard, never give up {no no.. ohhhh} Baby don't cry [Young Noble] I'm tryin to do all that I can, from jump Now you losin, you was choosin the wrong man Dealt the wrong hand, you was young and beautiful Lost and turned out, what you let that nigga do to you? (Damn) I knew her since elementary, she blew a kiss to me Wrote me a note in crayon, wantin to get with me We was kids, now she got three kids They see their father e'ryday, and they don't know who he is Seen him last night, homey roll a E-class Mad cheese in the stash, still a deadbeat dad I bring her, Pampers and food, just to stop through But those, ain't my seeds, nuttin really I could do (nah) I feel pity for you, you ain't even his wife Seventeen with three kids, locked down for life Shoulda chose me, she bout to O.D. from the pressure Hell nah I won't let her {BABY DON'T CRY} [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright} Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby don't cry} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby baby baby} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {no..} Even when the road is hard, never give up {no-ohhhh} Baby don't cry, I gotta keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {ooooh baby} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {keep your head up} {keep your head up, never give up} Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry [Young Noble] Uhh, uhh, yeah, don't give up {you'll be alright} Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry [Edi Amin] For all the ladies {Soulshock, Karlin} Baby don't cry Got to keep your head up {keep your head up} Makaveli the Don {head up} aight? |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [Explicit Version] (2000)
I feel you {uhh} .. (baby don't) but you can't, you can't give up {Hey.. 2Pac what?} [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {Outlawz} Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {Keep ya head up} [2Pac] Now here's a story bout a woman with dreams So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while I could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek Sheddin quiet tears in the back seat; so when she asked me, "What would you do if it was you?" Couldn't answer such a horrible pain to live through I tried to trade places in the tragedy I couldn't picture three crazed niggaz grabbin me For just a moment I was trapped in the pain, Lord come and take me Four niggaz violated, they chased and they raped me Even though it wasn't me, I could feel the grief Thinkin with your brains blown that would make the pain go No! You got to find a way to survive cause they win when your soul dies [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby please don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {never give up} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up} Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry [Edi Amin] Uhh Forget him girl (forget him girl) he ain't gon' never change I ain't no hater but that nigga lost in the game After the bright lights and big thangs he probably could loev you, but he in love with the struggle Everyday, his mind on gettin mo' (gettin mo') and never your feelings, he's chasin millions fo' sho' Uh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn) Another wild-ass nigga that's gon' drive you crazy You got too much, mo', livin to do - I'm spittin this to you, cause you deserve more than what he givin to you (that's right) Beautiful, black, precious, and complicated A new millennium dime piece, so fine she got em all stuck standin still when she come through Baby take a little mo' time, love'll find you And show us the sky's blue somebody other than me gon' give you everything you need, feel me? {Don't cry-ahhhhh..} [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright} Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {keep your head up} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up} Even when the road is hard, never give up {no no.. ohhhh} Baby don't cry [Young Noble] I'm tryin to do all that I can, from jump Now you losin, you was choosin the wrong man Dealt the wrong hand, you was young and beautiful Lost and turned out, what you let that nigga do to you? (Damn) I knew her since elementary, she blew a kiss to me Wrote me a note in crayon, wantin to get with me We was kids, now she got three kids They see their father e'ryday, and they don't know who he is Seen him last night, homey roll a E-class Mad cheese in the stash, still a deadbeat dad I bring her, Pampers and food, just to stop through But those, ain't my seeds, nuttin really I could do (nah) I feel pity for you, you ain't even his wife Seventeen with three kids, locked down for life Shoulda chose me, she bout to O.D. from the pressure Hell nah I won't let her {BABY DON'T CRY} [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright} Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby don't cry} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby baby baby} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {no..} Even when the road is hard, never give up {no-ohhhh} Baby don't cry, I gotta keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {ooooh baby} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {keep your head up} {keep your head up, never give up} Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry [Young Noble] Uhh, uhh, yeah, don't give up {you'll be alright} Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry [Edi Amin] For all the ladies {Soulshock, Karlin} Baby don't cry Got to keep your head up {keep your head up} Makaveli lives on {head up} aight?
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from Outlawz - Neva Surrender - The Rap-A-Lot Sessions (2005)
[ Young Noble ]
Thug children, it's just a little somethin for y'all We won't front for y'all, I'ma be blunt with y'all What you wanna be when you grow up? I wanna be a Outlaw just so I can blow up Damn skippy, one love to young thugs that ran with me as a young'n Playin kick ball, hide and go seek or somethin Right on the corner of New, yeah, I remember So much fun as a kid, I ain't wanna go in to eat dinner We need winners, little homie, stay in school That machine in between your two ears is a tool A precious jewel, like my two nieces Shawniece and Kayla smile, make it all around Christmas [Name] gettin bigger, [Name] gettin smarter Think I'm gettin older, watch em like vultures [Name] got my nephew on the way soon Want to raise Khalil to be a man like you Oh damn, and little Janet gettin big fast But I'ma help [Name] point her down the right path Times have changed, it all started with the kids Ghetto children, let's live [ Kastro ] Please know this is true, nothing come before you I couldn't afford jewels before I had you Now I got one, and I named you Jewel Daddy don't love much but I sho' love you You my all, my heartbeat and my feet And I don't sleep for weeks just so you can eat And [Names] And the precious Black Diamonds all alone on the streets I live for y'all, y'all need me more more than I do Don't let em lead you wrong, this is y'all song, y'all special And y'all got my heart right where it need to be I smile for you cause y'all the destiny Outlawz love the kids [ EDI ] Listen, Malik and Milan From deep within me, you shine I know you deserve more of my time But I'm out here on this grind Tryin to make a life better for you Cause money makes the world go round and that's gon' forever stay true Still when I'm with you it seems like time movin slower Cause God gave me a chance to give you game 'fore you grow up Daddy's little soldier, I been born again twice The strength that I need to go on with this life Now as I sing this song for you, I'm here to let you know The world belongs to you, go 'head and get that dough And let no man stop ya, protect your sister and your mama And when times get hard, remember, you got your father My Black Diamond Black Diamonds Yes This goes out to all the black children of the world All the precious black children From the Outlawz We love you I wanna send a special shout-out to [Name] kids, all 7 of em Yeah The Black Diamonds Black Diamonds |
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from Outlawz - Killuminati 2K11 (2011)
to moonn6pence from papayeverte
Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower Black rose Speaking words I’ve been longing to hear, for you Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower Black rose Speaking words I’ve been longing to hear, for you Black rose She could have been anything she wanted to be Black rose, black rose, got addicted to these streets Dedicated to the girls that grew up too early 13 going on 30, no direction, promiscuous, no protection Babies raising babies, generation x Blame it on the fathers who weren’t there for their daughters … she was a queen cause nobody never told her Look just like her daddy, hate up her mother She reminded of the pain that he caused before he left her This very pain handed down to the next one Now she got a granddaughter soaking up the lessons Single black mothers is the real soldiers That’s why I ain’t giving up on my black roses Breaking the chains I’m trying to be the best father Little Cecilia, she know her daddy loves her dearly, my black rose Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower Black rose Speaking words I’ve been longing to hear, for you Black rose http://www.hotnewsonglyrics.com/the-outlawz-black-rose-lyrics.html Started out telling me baby don’t take no wood nickels And always keep your chin up, no matter what up Just me and her, plus big bro, My earliest memories was Brooklyn 12 flow Slum of the slums, I was young I cherished this So when she moved to Sacramento… I hated it Not even knowing it was cause of me Shit …13, I was in the streets And she has seen that movie already …that nigger that made me already So with nothing but a job and the babies She left the only home she know lately to save me Ain’t no telling where I’d be now Probably a felon or an addict, … look at you see now You made me what I am today, I finally got a chance to say, you’re my black rose Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower Black rose Speaking words I’ve been longing to hear, for you Black rose Hey look, I don’t need but I gotta have And it’s up to me, not Obama’s ass My … is 13, it seems like yesterday me and her mama started flirting Look at how fast time passes may 8 ‘98 that’s my favorite day … I ain’t around, I miss her When I see is … I don’t … that’s just how we rock …just like me, but only less friendly, that’s my baby Sick of baby, get them baby, you the shit, daddy little baby I ain’t gotta say much she already know She got … already I just let her go …even though she knows I’m gonna tell her right now You’re my black rose Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower Black rose Speaking words I’ve been longing to hear, for you Black rose. |
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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
(feat. Young Noble)
[Edi] (chorus) Mic check... uhu Bitch ya heard me Let's get down right dirty Bounce that ass and let me see if you worthy Work them hips until I loose my cool Then Imma introduce ya ass to my crew [Young Noble] You can shake that ass if you want to girl I can break that ass if I want to girl You can ride the dick if you need to girl Pay you 68 bitch when I need to girl I only spend cash when I need too ma' You need to give the money some Plus me too ma' You hit the blunt once Time to pass it bitch I hit ya cunt once Now she love my dick These honey's got a problem Coming out they clothes I was spittin' at the hoes Now they gettin' at Nobe They swallow all the nut Straight loving the taste Mouth better then the pussy So Im fuckin' her face She aint bring a toothbrush So it's cum on her teeth She know the routine Yo I nut and I leave (I'm gone) In between these songs gettin' head in the booth Tell the truth You muthafuckas better then who? [Edi] (chorus 1) Baby ya heard me Let's get down right dirty Bounce that ass and let me see if you worthy (bounce bounce bounce) Work them hips until I loose my cool Then Imma introduce that ass to my crew [Young Noble] (chorus 2) Let's do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long As naked with my Tims on Come along Do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long As naked with my Tims on Bring it on [Young Noble] She ain't know I had plans So I'm beatin' it up Anything you got for me girl I'm eatin' it up Talkin' bout how she gon' work that shit I need ya legs behind ya head to insert this dick My nigga Reef next so what's fuckin with that She like to lay on her stomach so I bust on her back As naked with my Tims on layin the wood I got hoes in the hills plus some in the hood Some bitches talk slick but cant take the dick Noble bone so ya know you cant break the dick We was all alone so you know she aint the dick She like pussy but she know aint no mistaken dick I talk to 'em smooth then Im fuckin 'em rough Let's do the Boxspring Boogie baby Thuggin' it up I talk to 'em smooth then Im fuckin 'em rough Let's do the Boxspring Boogie Is you with it or what? [Edi] (chorus 1) Baby ya heard me Let's get down right dirty Bounce that ass and let me see if you worthy (bang bang bang) Work them hips until I loose my cool Then Imma introduce that ass to my crew [Young Noble] (chorus 2) Let's do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long As naked with my Tims on Come along Do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long As naked with my Tims on Bring it on [Young Noble] (verse 3) My nigga Quimmy Quim said he like to piss on hoe's My nigga Milion said he make 'em touch they toes Bitches get slick on some K-Y shit Then I turn to Aaron Hall on some Bye-Bye shit (Bye Bye) Ya wonder why a muthafucka call ya bitch Ya wonder why a muthafucka called cha friend I aint got time for you playin' them games Let me work it past ya time so you could play with ya brain Nobe aint shit they be tellin they friends These hoe's aint shit and I'll tell 'em again On some real life trick shit Hookers and dimes You be diggin' in ya pockets While she look in ya eye My big homie told me dont trust that bitch I told 'em: "hell nah I dont love that bitch" I got a wife and a kid so Im cuttin' you off You could brag to ya friends you was fuckin a Law [Edi] (chorus 1) Baby ya heard me Let's get down right dirty Bounce that ass and let me see if you worthy (bounce bounce bounce) Work them hips until I loose my cool Then Imma introduce that ass to my crew [Young Noble] (chorus 2) Let's do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long As naked with my Tims on Bring it on Do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long As naked with my Tims on Bring it on |
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까페뮤직 For Gr..
ttj25 Dilemma (Feat. Kelly Rowland) (Edited) Nelly Heaven Ginuwine Still Not A Player (Feat. Joe) Big Punish.. 곡 60 | 담기 38 | 추천 6 |
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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
(feat. Napoleon)
[Napoleon talking] All you fag niggaz gotta move on (get the fuck out the way) I kick up dust for real, nigga fuck this rap shit nigga you wanna see me, see me nigga Nigga I'm the nigga to see Punk ass mutha-fucka Don't get your pockets pulled nigga (check it out uh-uh) Hold the fuck up nigga why you lookin so tough You don't know that I'm an outlaw and I'll fuck you up Punk nigga, the street change everyday, But I'ma change a long will cuz the streets where I lay Nowadays it ain't about runnin your mouth It's bout (gun cocked) and (gunshots); assed out Turnin me out nigga, I turn the streets out With this underground thug shit that killers come out Where the gunz be at, where the money be at I stand full, nothin but the uncut shit I'm hardcore And ain't nothing changed since back in the day Just new money frays and new hand grenades When the war pops off I'ma knock the street lights off Y'all some paper back soldierz nigga you too soft And killin in my raps I'm too real for that But if I say I'ma do it, if you say you have too, prove it to me [chorus] It ain't nothin but a freshin to me And if ya fuckin with me, Then you can die if you wanna nigga And all my life I had issues with me you try trippin with me Then you can die if you wanna nigga The street made a slight killah for me And if you soft too me Then you can die if you wanna nigga You act tough And you can die if you wanna nigga You in a rush And you can die if you wanna nigga I'm a street nigga, check my background I did a couple of driveby's with the fo-pound And I was never ever scared to bust a couple of rounds It's all in me, my whole family was raised wrong Nigga, my whole team strong, buck buck, double glock dead wrong And imitatin Pac nigga, you know you wrong And runnin your mouth will get a gun in your house There is money down south so I gotta take some There is money on the west coast I gotta chase some There is money on the east coast I gotta take some So I bought me a gun, I'm bout to rob everyone It's like a 2000 jack the rapper, fall down Empty down your pockets nigga and pass it around And what was you thinkin when Pac was around He wasn't trainin Outlawz to burn shit down I strategize for the dough dough, cock block with the fo-fo send four more at the po-po, his whole ass like Zorro it's real nigga so I'ma bleed for mine with money on my mind I'ma get it, it's mines nigga [chorus] It ain't nothin but a freshin to me And if ya fuckin with me, Then you can die if you wanna nigga And all my life I had issues with me you try trippin with me Then you can die if you wanna nigga The street made a slight killah for me And if you soft too me Then you can die if you wanna nigga You act tough And you can die if you wanna nigga You in a rush And you can die if you wanna nigga |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
(Daz)
Yeah.. 'Pac, Dat Nigga Daz (yeah) Kurupt All up in this bitch (Intro) Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*) Don't stop.. Don't stop.. (Spoken over Intro) Keep it goin, got my nigga Slip Capone Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there Niggaz get around these backwoods Get around they mommas, pull up they pants hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha! (Daz) Who mashes with the crazy, illest niggaz in town? (I do) Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound? My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives It's about time the mashin is arrived I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin steel Steadily givin these niggaz no passes on livin (no passes) I spend major loot on khaki suits Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots I box niggaz twice my size, I bust wit a fo'-five Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live I live the unusual, crucial life So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew as just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless to step to this, we in effect, we dangerous Contendin mental murderers and ain't afraid to diss Biatch! (yeah) (2Pac) Now I been called crazy, to fade me it's not possible (haha) I give a fuck, what you thought, or who you brought witchu? (Bad Boy killer) A Bad Boy killer, Biggie annihilator They wonderin why he breathin, but bitches is dyin later (ahh) Better laugh now, then cry when I come to get you I hit you with two glocks, and leave you with scar tissue On some loco shit (loco), my pistol smoke yo' shit (smoke) Let's go for dolo BIATCH, and watch me flow yo' shit Mr., Makaveli movin pieces like telekenesis It's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces (hell yeah) Shots rang and niggaz brains were spilt Another Bad Boy affiliated (Bad Boy killer) nigga was kilt I hit the funeral and busted his folks and leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke Don't stop, keep goin (Chorus) Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*) (Kurupt) Well it's that seventeen shot glock cocker, the block rocker (fool) Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper Finally televised - Kurupt, Daz reside (resides) Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knifes Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone (That's that nigga) I packs heat when it's cold Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold Why you waitin for the poetical Satan? Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter Payton I snatch ya breath (aah!) and bust 'til there's no one left Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth (I'm the man nigga) I don't trust ya (I don't) The second I get a chance I'ma bust ya No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya (Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags (Chorus) Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 7X*) Don't stop, don't stop .. Let the speakers bump - BIATCH! (let the speakers bump) For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep Big Suburbans, they Lexuses, they Beemers We gon' break it down a lil' somethin like this for you to get yo' sub on throughout yo' neighborhood Turn it up, check it out (Daz) They claim to be down, they say they down (man fuck you man) Number one.. |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
Who you are One nation under a thug and bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no cause One nation young black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this Murderous mind state can't keep my nine straight Sippin' on this Hennessy waitin' for the time to break Show up and motherfuckers bow down recognize Westside Deathrow Outlaw Ridahz Untouchable mob of pistol packers Well known felons label for drug sellin' merciless jackers Forever buzzed roll with thugs and dawgs Commence to lettin' off rounds then escape in a fog Who wanna see me solo Catch Makaveli while he sleepin' My mini fourteen murderin' niggaz while they creepin' uh Duck or you ass out drink till you pass out Ain't scared to die drunk drivin' in my glasshouse Niggaz is under me they bitches come to me They heard the stories nigga now they wanna really see Bomb first my motto it's fully guaranteed Niggaz is playa haters label them my enemies I'm dumpin' Who you are One nation under a thug and bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no cause One nation young black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this When it's on I'm poppin' off every chance I get Out the window on some uptown anthem shit I'm stressin' but ain't no pressure here I been there before Fugitive task force at my girlfriend door Now they checkin' our my bedroom I ain't there 40 Cals extended clips still I ain't scared Outlaw and best believe they won't take me alive I'm different and I'ma prove it if it take me to die Knew that God had a plan for me But he won't be layin' up in my casket to doing life in the can for me Maybe I'm breezy or paranoid than a bitch Me dyin' you think I'd let them see the joy from that shit Walking dead angel spend they last days by me New Jersey giant like Dave Tyree Young George and Jonathan Jatt your guns clap Mine'll go brraaatt soldier like Geronimo Pratt And come through cockin' the black pound When they put twin towers up Pac I'm knocking them back down Poster child cheque Air Force Ones with the crooked dial checks I'm supposed to wild sex Money and murder is all I breathe in my life It's full of judges and chasin' enemies in the night Through the Henny I see the eyes of the devil G ridin' with extra boxes of bullets to the nine and the shell Who you are One nation under a thug and bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no cause One nation young black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this I always thought I'd have to die to do a record with Pac So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box You end up in a box cuz them graverobbin' bastards Dig your grave back up snatched you out the casket Worms in my eyes eating through my cabbage The flesh to the bones the bones to the ashes But I'm not dead I'm actually in a session With the 'Pac keeping the shot money progressive They don't really want no drama I know you're goons That's why I keep pressure on them like a open wound This God given he keep givin' me better music So every time you hear me my songs present improvement Y'all can't kill me y'all forever losin' Songs are evolution If I load your gun for you And we bang it out at some other niggaz you better shoot it Don't try to lie and say you was bustin' I'm clever stupid Claimin' you reppin' Ruthless you got the same bullets that you had When I loaded it for you you never used it The Nacirema dream get ready for execution Papoose Fatal and Pac the revolution Who you are One nation under a thug and bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no cause One nation young black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this Young nation just trying to get this Just trying to get this |
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from Hussein Fatal - In The Line Of Fire (2000)
(Airplane) Taking off
(Antoinette Roberson) Uh no, everyday in every way (Verse one) Gettin' paid, never caught in a raid you get sprayed, prayed over and laid down pump wit the pound, how that sound death befo it's time, it's pretty much the studio sound, wit the city touch I put dimes on ya, commit crime on ya when I get the drop, you got my shines on ya and deadly yacht, so I never get shot and this shit so hot, watch it resurrect 'pac I got more ways, then some niggas out of state and I just hate, when fake doppers throw ? on my dick, chillin' wit the bitch I ate tradin' my thirty-eight, for a fresh nickel plate It's a shooty thang, blowin' ya hood wit mighty bang wit the outlaws thugs, in the clubs, where hotties hang I know you know, give it up son, slow ya roll I throw'em slow, they gonna be the next flow (Chorus) (Antoinette Roberson) Everyday (Hussein Fatal) I bring it to yall, and never know yall when ya flip this shit, get thick the hollow points, run through ya this outlaw clout, got them thuggs odin' the slugs go seein', you cowards supposed to be in (Antoinette Roberson) Everynight (Verse 2) The whole shit, bring ya bold click I got a whole clip, I fold chips and blast, to leave ya sould rip money over bitches, til my casket drop I'm reservin' all you niggas, since I mashed with 'pac thugged out I'm dyin, Huessin the don It's all about the Benjies, why get friendly,semi nasty new, more then vary, blast ya crew more to bury, nigga what the dog in this, dog in this, what's the prob my outlaw thugs, on a mission to robb everyday, problems gettin' sloved kinda critical It's pitiful, all this shit political You wanna be a playa? let me show ya how You wanna be a thug? change ya style, blah walk pass ya ass, wit the house of ditty-ness when ya blast I laugh, like oh my god did he miss? cuz, yall kids fold cold, in all biz get money off small shit, hands off the ruff roll wit it so simple, we can kick it but get no mple co went the dilly, you droppin wit foes simple (Chorus) (Antoinette Roberson) Everyday, ahhha ahhha, everyday and everyway, ohhhhhhhhh ohhh (Backround) Everynigh(hold note) Everynight, said I'm tryin' to do whats right ahhhhhhh oohhhhhh (Verse three) Wilin', kinda play ya like Veit shine bomb on ya fake soilders, you know the time shine on ya like a rolly, you can't hold me number one parolly, catchin' hits like a goalie jump from jeerz, while New York gettin' money E-three-twenty, wit a down to die honey beef all ova, naw never in a millon years hold ya tears, put ya hands on the ceilin' cross ya over boss, and toss you off course bow down ya lost, droppin' Fatal tryin' floss do ya real dirty, when playas bein' tryin' to serve me throw the skirts in the air, give it up to jersey got mo you betta sip it, for the rowdy niggas get cha and hit cha, wit some shit ya peoples can't even picture a thug in the club, with a caliber snub I know you hate to throw it up, throw it up out of ya love (Chorus) (Antoinette Roberson) everyday and every way haayyyyyyy ahhhhhh yaaaa oh oh no (Backround) Everynight(hold note) (Antoinette Roberson) every every night, let me hear ya say (Backround) Everyday(hold note) (Antoinette Roberson) Every day and in every way, yeahhhhhha (Backround) Everynight(hold note) (Antoinette Roberson) Everynight, said I'm tryin' to do whats right said I'm tryin' to do whats right (Backround) Everyday(hold note) (Antoinette Roberson) everyday and every way yeahhhhhhhhha (Backround) Everynight(hold note) (Antoinette Roberson) Tryin to do whats right, can you feel me can you hear me, hear me say (Backround) Everyday(hold note) (Antoinette Roberson) Everyday(hold note) |
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from Outlawz - Neva Surrender - The Rap-A-Lot Sessions (2005)
Everything
is gon' be alright you know? This is for my young thug Kamillion Cause we told him, man Yeah We told him he's comin back [ EDI ] The dawn comes after the night And there's a silver lining surrounding every cloudy day Seems like hard times been a friend of mine I can't shake Still I rise with a clique of thugs they can't break Pain mixed with rain and no sunshine And all we wanted was to be happy just one time We had no choice, no voice, only our faith in God And the hunger to hustle and get this paper, Lord Out in the cold, lost souls, nowhere to go Hooked up with Jay [Name] then we found a home See, with y'all on the side the world can be against ya And they still gon' lose, that's the realer Feel us, we ain't killers, we just riders for the have-nots Cause some of us ain't got it all, tucked in a stash spot Oh yes, we're back, baby, run and tell a friend Let em witness how we get us through this hell again Come on [ CHORUS ] Everything is gonna be alright We coming back Like we said we would Everything is gonna be alright He's coming back For the true and good [ Kastro ] Our life is like a gunfight, hard to love life No hope and no light, dark in the sunlight Dodge and duck ( ? ) I hate to question you God, but I ask you Lord Is you comin back just like they said you would? I need you here now, I'm yo child, it ain't good But I'ma keep my faith in you and that's the truth We live ( ? ) thugged out without a clue Waitin for revolution, with a love for shootin At each other, even brothers kill each other stupid And that's the way it been since I could remember Born into a storm 3rd day of December 1976 I shot in the mix Popped out mommy twat, how did it come to this? I know my God love me and that's a real fact He ain't gone for long, my dog comin back [ CHORUS ] Everything is gonna be alright He's coming back Like he said he would Everything is gonna be alright He's coming back For the true and good [ Young Noble ] Pac, why you leave us? This world don't need us But when we tell em you here they don't believe us My Black Jesus, the only one that tried to free us Nobody cared but you took time to teach us Bear with me even though it seems my heart empty Somethin's always missin without y'all with me Tupac and Yafeu, I pray to you And still we live every day for you I'ma stay loyal till I'm dead and gone Outlaw till I die so forever it's on Use my body as a vehicle It lead a soldier through the storm, I believe in you Stayin true to everything you worked for Hurt for, had fingers in the dirt for I know it's worth it, Lord Cause Yak watch every step I make You gon' live on, soldier, every breath I take You still here You still here You gon' live on, soldier, every breath I take You still here [ CHORUS ] Everything is gonna be alright They coming back Like we said they would Everything is gonna be alright They coming back For the true and good Everything is gonna be alright We coming back Like we said we would Everything is gonna be alright He's coming back For the true and good Everything's gonna be alright We're comin back |
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from Hussein Fatal - In The Line Of Fire (2000)
(ALL)Who dat?, what?,
There they go, there they go There they go The same motherfuckers, You know nigga it's fuckin' Friday We doin' it like last Friday (Niggas ain't got shit to do) (So we gon' get fucked up) Who dat? (Verse 1 - Dirty Bert) Bert and Hussein, back to back now that's flammable Smokin' ya brain, attack the track like we some animals Mechanical, live wire jaw, rap cannibals Fire force survive behind bars, like we unhurtable Swervin' through Jerz emerge and serve you don't deserve to pull, Another breath of oxygen, Has is known for oxin' 'em Kool Kas' chrome be droppin' 'em, Killa Kane be lockin' Philipane Drip from a toxic tongue Get done wid it, Out of control like we begun wid it Bricks explode, licked you out the show Lyrics That nigga Bump did it I block, like Murdock, army fatigued and, Bout to store blocks an' Fort Knox ya minor league shit Breathe this, ballistic, shell like Kadafi Bringin' the blizzards when I make bail you can't stop me, In jail all that I can see provoking hell, Chokin' at a third rail velocity Obviously ya men have, been barkin' up the wrong tree Microphone strong deep bomb first Ya mind burst within a rhyme verse Dirty Bert rehearse the worse of me, The black clip's burnin' me The cat who act fraternity The landscape's redded, Fuck it ya man said it Ya shoulda never let it escape We won't wet it, Squeezing, leavin holes in ya crew, Maestro can stand through, When I pass the Mac to Rock that nigga brand you When I pass the Mac to Rock that nigga brand you (Hook - Dirty Bert) Ten out of ten No ya chance is a ninth We do jail wid no bail Losin' half of our life Livin' the life of the poor Losin' sight in the war You can slice it down precise Shit's trife around the board (Verse 2 - Smooth) We in this thing together Tryna build the same cheddar It's strange sometimes I think paranoid clutchin' my waist A fake couldn't relate to, Drugs and honeys, My hugs are funny And thugs blow slugs for the money Gunshots, mobbin' up quiet late nights Walkin' down New, you betta think twice This shit ain't right, It's all wrong, NARC's we slide on It ain't safe season Say it's strength in numbers We rolled the whole precint Rev the whip up, We live '98 stick-ups Loadin' clips up That flimsy ass vest we rip up New Jerz, come check us But don't test us Oppose, we throw holes in ya Lexus Act whatever, clap whatever When we clap we clap together Leavin' you cats on the stretcher O.N.S. and the Embassy, Outlawz and Pentagon If it ain't that, It ain't shit to me It ain't shit to me (Hook - Dirty Bert) Ten out of ten No ya chance is a ninth We do jail wid no bail Losin' half of our life Livin' the life of the poor Losin' sight in the war You can slice it down precise Shit's trife around the board (Verse 3 - Hussein Fatal) Fake lies, close ya eyes, Nigga die in the dark You little hip hop cop, Playin' spy in the park We turn schemes to cream Cause we fiend for green Wid the cops and streets watchin' Ain't no need to dream Codine my team, Full beam on ya knotty Killuminati to ya body Got mooned wid the shotti Getto star you for Amaru, Yak see you tomorrow, I know you here, These other niggas be like where are you? The Henny'll start you, Dirty ever semi I borrow, No confrontation or quarrel I can't shake up or startle The time taker Tying 'em up like Ron Baker Here to shake and break 'em down Like the LA Lakers I see through 'em Ain't no tellin' what I'ma bout to leave through 'em While he lay there I stay there While the paramedics'll breathe through him Squeeze through him, Put the E to him, hit 'em up He gon' lay there shakin' waitin' for y'all to pick him up Ya outta there, Quick as you squeal, I'll appeal It's kill or be killed, In this world of free steel Every crew's a game, Wearin' blues is strange From how you move you'll be named For what you doin' who you claim You might, think it's a game From bein' critically acclaimed A war winner for pitiful game Fuck wid Hussein (Verse 4 - Killa Black) From cops got our feet tired Everybody split up anybody get caught Son just keep quiet, These C's watchin' me, Two CDS' of armed robbery Terroristic bread and possession of stolen property, Keep to myself that's how I got to be, cats acknowledge me, For the simple fact I live everyday of the week periodically Premeditated robberies, how could you possibly Mistake Imperial S for a mental or methology I'm realer than the cats that shot at me I think I'll probably, ride by and let 'em sample the varieties, My hollow ain't easy to swallow, Like them five dollar bottles, Kill or be killed's my motto, I do it cause I got to, I'ma, straight up commodity I thug in this society On the side ah me's my niggas that'll die for me Would you ride for me?, or get rode on? Been in this game so long I kick slick shit in every sentence Y'all have to grow on, Throughout my hard times my vision was blind Hustlin' dimes fake niggas wanna beef wid me I ain't puttin' it in my rhymes You ain't worth it, Wid out contact I catch perfect, Had the heart in front of the crowd But in your eyes you nervous, Now start chirpin', The .38 special start squirtin' Leave two holes in ya shirt And put you on the side street hurtin', Now that's for talkin' out ya person, (Muthafuckaz) Fuckaz (Outro) Fatal Hussein, Fatal Hussein Aiyyo, (recognise) Tell somebody come get me (O.N.S., Outlaw) If not I'll be home in like 5 Hahahhahha Motherfuckin' Friday (Tick like time) For all y'all niggas that wanna fuck wit me Before my shit come out, It's about to drop too bitch, (Y'all don't know O.N.S nasty new) Hey Ric where the fuck the Henny at Three hundred and sixty motherfuckin' three days in the Waker Ahaha, yo fuck that calender I ain't for that shit..... Yo A-rock man, (Moddy Bang) It's on for them niggas (Killa Black) Killa Black..... |
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from Outlawz - Neva Surrender - The Rap-A-Lot Sessions (2005)
War
Gats up War Gats up 1, 2, 3, march War Gats up War Gats up 1, 2, 3, march (Now march) 1, 2, 3, 4 (Now march) Outlaw, Outlaw We ready for (Now march) 1, 2, 3, 4 (Now march, march, march, march) Outlaw, Outlaw Ready for war [ EDI ] Now what the fuck is a soldier? Some of y'all don't know Yellin it in your raps but you ain't ready for war Me and my team trained to bring pain when they come for us The scene change, you bleed, mang, when you try to cross us Huh, let it be known that when we come we let it be shown Real soldiers ride till they gone, come on Now Makaveli be the general (all hail) And for them niggas who wanna test (you gon' fail) Yeah, give em hell, nothin but hell when we first come Claim to survive many battles but this is the worst one First one bust, the rest bust next And when we 'bout to drop it's more pleasure than rough sex Huh, must collect from all these fakin muthafuckas It's Nineteen-ninety-grind and we gon' break you muthafuckas Huh, all gats up, small ones to the big ones When aimin at these haters make sure you fuckin hit one Huh, keep bangin until the mission gets done Makaveli lives on, don't believe, listen (Now march) War Gats up War Gats up 1, 2, 3, march War Gats up War Gats up 1, 2, 3, march (Now march) 1, 2, 3, 4 (Now march) Outlaw, Outlaw We ready for (Now march) 1, 2, 3, 4 (Now march, march, march, march) Outlaw, Outlaw Ready for war [ Young Noble ] O-u-t-law, who the fuck want work? Us against y'all, who the fuck gettin hurt? Know we the holiest, sick of the phoniness, you bony bitch Soldier shit till it's over with, you can count on this March to this, start shit to this Show your heart to this, spark, blizz to this Muthafuckas ain't fit to go miles with us Young niggas love the Outlawz, yo child with us Ain't fuckin up, even though we hate this world Young niggas rise up, we can take this world Back, cause it belong to us, stay black And all the other minorities that's under attack Fuck the government, cause they don't give a fuck about rap They sellin the most crack in my hood, in fact They want us coked up, doped up, drunk as fuck So we won't have no clue what's goin on around us Get down with us, if you remember all the lynchin Muthafuck the cops, includin Sean Nixon We schoolin y'all, listen, my word is bond One love to Geronimo, the war's still on (Now march) War Gats up War Gats up 1, 2, 3, march War Gats up War Gats up 1, 2, 3, march (Now march) 1, 2, 3, 4 (Now march) Outlaw, Outlaw We ready for (Now march) 1, 2, 3, 4 (Now march, march, march, march) Outlaw, Outlaw We ready for war [ Napoleon ] Nigga, it's doomsay, me and my AK Got a chest full of hate, we finna bomb on the fake Sip through the cracks of your hallway, march to your house You or your wife about to witness what the church talk about Put up your squad like in Vietnam, all demons come out You need to stay yo ass in the fuckin house when the freaks come out The game ain't changed, you did, nigga, you ain't real with this Pac told us some shit that'll make these young niggas kill to this You can pop them pills to this if that's gon' release yo stress The last nigga that fucked with us, he seen Pac in his rest You tryin to argue with death, nigga, you know you in the wrong Fuckin with me, I know your mama live, nigga, get gone You face the strength of the strong, my nigga EDI said clear You either ride or collide with these niggas over here So drop dead, you been dead when you was runnin yo mouth Rap-A-Lot done brung them Outlawz to ride down south So come on [ repeated 3X: ] War Gats up War Gats up 1, 2, 3, march War Gats up War Gats up 1, 2, 3, march (Now march) 1, 2, 3, 4 (Now march) Outlaw, Outlaw We ready for (Now march) 1, 2, 3, 4 (Now march, march, march, march) Outlaw, Outlaw We ready for war |
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from Hussein Fatal - In The Line Of Fire (2000)
(Tame One)
Wait'll niggaz hear that Tame and Fatal got down and made it straight from Uptown with six sacks and this track that's in the background Stop stressin from the chest up we messed up off that best stuff that fits up in yo' Dutch Situation like this you get blown to bits Fuckin with this Brick lyricist more complex than the Pyramids Here it is Strictly Biz like small print In between them bong hits, we drop the strong shit Chickenheads say, "Who him?" with fucked up Timb's Knotty fro and baggy denims, spendin up the Benjamins in city tenaments, the Boom Skwadron odd man Don't give a fuck like Rodman ("What are you doing?") With no rings like Patrick Ewing ("What?") still I play hard regardless Acquitted from the charges throwin darts up at the heartless Aimin for your brain, Tame One, one of the darkest Brown like the chocolate, poppin your metropolis Chorus: Fatal Hussein Around my way, all they do is shoot dice all day Escapin secret indictments, gettin nice all day Don't let em fold ya, Outlawz, the Getto Star soldiers Give this letter to the President, before this shit is over (repeat 2X) (Fatal Hussein) When Hussein aim, puttin they brains on walls like Tame name Blastin these motherfuckers cause they just can't maintain Y'all plain Jane's gel in the ?Well's? county of Sing-Sing Me and Young Noble, got em strung hold em for hostage Lyrics verbally toxic, spit like doubled edged optics My shit is milk, wearin silk shirts with chocolates Y'all broke and can't cop shit, I get, physically fit on some evil eye ready to die shit This Thug shit, niggaz get beat down and shot up I saw this one nigga, get stolen on and your soul got up Stolen car, roll past the bar, toured a lot of city Gave him an eighth and he cooked his whole product It's a shame how you cowards change the game for narcotic You don't get it, don't got it, the love of money get exotic If you old you get shot at, and can't walk the streets without gettin your lil' money hungry soft ass spot Chorus (Fatal Hussein) We adapt to the system like ?Eddie Bap? on mission Get an ounce of izm, two six-packs, and kid listen Just a dip on the task, my little niggaz on the ave Do a bid and laugh, come home and cop a half Hit me with twenty hundred, what you got was fronted Now run it, I got this fuckin drug spot where I want it So don't be dissin new, when you ain't got shit to do Five thousand dollars, charge free, right out municipal (Tame One) Niggaz get played off to the left like they was southpaws Toss you to the Outlawz, then let them shoot it out for what you clock for -- got more than you expected When I inject correct shit, it gets hectic Fuckin comin up with that next shit, Thug niggaz and bugged niggaz Luce? steel is tight, I'm straight up like midnight We burn mics on turnpikes, we swervin through the lanes We throw chains at bitches, it's back to New Jeru to get these riches Chorus |
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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
(feat. Edi/Kastro)
Edi (talking) C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon... Smoke It Outlawz c'mon... Yea... Blood Brothers c'mon Intoduction to the Outlaw Lifestyle Blood Brothers ya know Hit the weed, get the drank Edi... Kastro... Load up, put one in Outlaw Recordz... please respect it Here we go [Edi] Introduction to the Outlawz lifestyle Get the weed, get the drank Turn the lights down Bang ya hood Show ya tatts Let them niggaz know They crossed the muthafuckin' line And now they gotta go Im with my family and I'm finna' light it Fuck yall niggaz I cant see a damn thang but us dog Makaveli lives and shit I'm the fuckin proof 2nd generation Thug Life Who is you? Hood to hood... Outlaw please respect it We them niggaz gettin' helix When it get hectic Well trained, smell game from a mile away Get the bitch to the hide away right away Edi - i - like a thief in the night I rock her to sleep I put my piece thru the light We breathe thru the light And we the strength for the strong Keepin' it going Yall muthafuckas hate cause you know Here we go Kastro (chorus) I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life So... ghetto shit is all I like Like loud mouth ho's Foul mouth folks Up 3 days straight Thuggin' in the same clothes We scrap for a living Trapped in this prison We take money-money Without asking permission Our hearts pump thug shit Our blood drip fire The life of an Outlaw For swears to admire [Kastro] The butchery, gun talk and money moves The prophecy for young thugs is born to loose Walk in my shoes If you can you's a man Two hands on ya balls These squares can't understand Daddy... raised me crazy And now I'm worst Down thursty for thug money I guess I'm cursed Who woulda' knew... that... When the kid got big I'd be thugged out without giving a shit I spit dues Appears to me no school Follow the leader I'll lead ya We will not loose Im from a rotten deck From my cards I gotta stoppin' tek No sweat.......... I demand respect And respect you take You walk lightly, politely I do what's not right Like ???? Spike Lee Ain't nobody like me No need to look Im down hard I die hard I think I'm hooked Kastro (chorus) I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life So... gutta shit is all I like Like loud mouth ho's Foul mouth folks Up 3 days straight Thuggin' in the same clothes We scrap for a living Trapped in this prison We take money-money Without asking permission Our hearts pump thug shit Our blood drip fire The life of an Outlaw For swears to admire [Edi ] We.... settin' up shop ?? Pac til the death of me I hear ya back up in my head Dont have to pressure me Elevation, preparation 'Bout to take this over 'Bout to get a face in this game Im mase over Tired of niggaz giving me the same run around You sellin' coke, shootin' the block You's a rapper POW Nigga please spare me all the details Me and mine gon' ball or see hell Will we fail? Nigga neva' I got a one shot deal And dog it's so real Im out here like whatever I could pay these bills or shoot to kill Cause gutta shit is all I like Bump a bitch in the day And we fuckin' at night (yeah) Ghetto shit is all I love Over packed clubs And oversized dub's (shit) 22's, money rules in the life we lead Lifestyle of an Outlaw.. O.G Kastro (chorus) I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life So... ghetto shit is all I like Like loud mouth ho's Foul mouth folks Up 3 days straight Thuggin' in the same clothes We scrap for a living Trapped in this prison We take money-money Without asking permission Our hearts pump thug shit Our blood drip fire The life of an Outlaw For swears to admire Ghetto shit, Gutta shit nigga |
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
Verse One: Daz
You find an MC like me who's strong Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star Finally realizing who the fuck we are When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded would it be the greatest MC of all time When I created rhyme for the simple fact When I attack I crush your pride My intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar for me to put down my guard, I'm faced witha mirage breakin in gas with the six-eight all day In and out with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies... Verse Two: Tupac So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin We must be based on nothin better than communication Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations Sorry I left that ass waitin No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shakin I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt You swear the bitches planned it My lyrics motivate the planet It's similar to Rhythm Nation but thugged out, forgive me Janet Who's in control I'm acvtivatin your soul You know, the way the games gettin sold Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote Takin off my coat, clearing my throat Chorus: Method Man I got my mind made up, come on... (come on) get in get in too (get on it) let it ride (get wit it) tonight's tha night I got my mind made up, come on... get in get in too let it ride... tonight's tha night Verse Three: Kurupt Well I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophalaks for protection So my fuckin sac won't collapse Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's shows my heart's as cold as the tundra Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like Sam Time There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villain Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes My verbal snipe, your vocab on site I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator I rock from here to there, to Philly and back To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat Verse Four: Method Man Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers like Hitler, stickin up Jews wit german lugers The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!! Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen Half of my Clan's three deep felons Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel Man I stay on point like icicles Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical All up in your motherfuckin mouth Head banger boogie Catch me on tour with Al Doogie Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me Better take one and pass or that's that ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast Verse Five: Redman Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards Let's face it, there's no replacement Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted I got connects like Federal Express to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch Got the clear spot from tha rear block to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot With, this underground cannabis I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst Then proceeds like keys My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake So I erase the whole front row at the wake I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place Confidence for you shaky ass folks Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked choke, off this anecdote got you ope Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly And I'm out for nine nickel (INS tha rebel) (West, list this, this, this...) |
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from 2Pac - Nu-Mixx Klassics [remix] (2003)
Makaveli in this, Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty (Uhh, feel me!) And God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild into the ways of the man Follow me, eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la I ain't a killer but don't push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listening Seeing niggaz coming for me, and my diamonds, when they glistening Now pay attention, rest in peace father I'm a ghost in these killing fields Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go Deep inside the solitary mind of a madman who screams In the dark evil lurks, enemies, see me flee Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit Stuck, niggaz is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus Mama told me never stop until I bust a nut Fuck the world if they can't adjust It's just as well Hail Mary Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers, never realize The precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin', institutionalized I lived my life a product, made to crumble But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we ballin' Catch me Father please, cause I'm fallin', in the liquor store That's the Hennessey I hear ya callin', can I get some more Hail 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do One life to live but I got nothing to lose, just me and you On a one way trip to prison, selling drugs We all wrapped up in this living, life as thugs To my homeboys in Clinton Max, doing they bid Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this When they turn out the lights, I'll be there in the dark Thuggin' eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la <b>Kastro</b> They got a APB, out on my Thug family Since Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down, K blasted off of Hennessey and Thai Chronic, mixed it, now I'm twisted, blisted, and high Visions of me thug livin' getting me by Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs When I die they won't cry unless they coming with slugs <b>Young Noble</b> Peep the whole scene and whatever's going on around me Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feeling rowdy Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that motherfucker Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers On the regular mashing in a stolen black Ac' Integra Cocked back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse From a Thug to preaching church, I gave you love now you eating dirt Needing work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle till dawn That's when sun came up, it's only one way up Hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up If it's on then it's on, we rate beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate To this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealing with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate If it's on then it's on, we rate beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate To this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealing with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la (Repeats in background) <b>Prince Ital</b> We've been traveling on this weary road Long time til I be take off this load But we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't worry everything will come real Free like the bird in the tree We won't worry everything will come real Yes we free like the bird in the tree We running from the penitentiary This is the time for we liberty Hail Mary, Hail Mary Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days |
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
Makaveli in this Killuminati, all through your body. The blows like a 12 guage shotty. Feel me. God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild in to the ways of the man. Follow me. Be my flesh, flesh and my flesh Chorus Come with me, Hail Mary, ni**a run quick, see, what do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? Ride die da die die, die die die I ain't a killa but don't push me revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words quoted Peep the weakness in the rap game is shorted. Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin Seein ni**as comin for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin Now pay attention, Rest in peace father, I'm a ghost in these killin fields, Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a mad man screams in the dark, evil lurks, enemies, see me flee Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame, now Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim, some say the game is all corupted, f**k this s**t, stuck, ni**as lucky if we bust out this s**t, plus momma told me never stop until I bust a nut, f**k the world if they can't adjust. It's just as well Hail Mary. Chorus 2 times Penitintuaries is packed with promise makers, Never realize the precious time the bi**h ni**as wastin Instuitionalized I live my life a product made to crumble, but to hardened to smile, were to crazy to be humble We ballin catch be father please cause I'm fallin, in the liquor store Pa*s the Hennessy I hear ya callin Can I get some more? Hail till I reach Hell, I ain't scared. Momma checkin in my bedroom I ain't there. I got a head wit no screws in it but what can I do one life to live but I got nothin to lose Just me and you on a one way trip to prison Sellin drugs we all wrapped up in this livin, life as thugs To my homeboys in Clinton Max, doin there deal, Raise hell to this real s**t and feel this When they turn out the lights I'll be down in the dark thuggin eternal through my heart Now Hail Mary ni**a Chorus 2x Kastro They got an APB out on my thug family Since the Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down K blasted off Hennessy and Ty chronic mixed Now I'm twisted, blisted and high visions of me thug livin gettin me by, forever high, and I multiply survived by thugs When I die they won't cry unless they comin with slugs. Young Noble Peep the whole seen, and whatever goin on around me Brain cloudy smoked out feelin rowdy Ready wet the party up and whoever in that motherf**ka Nasty new slugger my heat seeks suckas on a regula Mashin in a stolin Black ack Integera Cock back sixty seconds till the draw that's when I deadin ya Feet first ya gotta a nice gat but my heat's worse From a thug to preachin preachin church I gave you love now you eatin dirt needin work and I ain't the ni**a to put you up on, cause word is born When I was broke I had to hustle till dawn That's when sun came up There's only one way up, hold ya head stay up To all my ni**a's get ya pay and wait up Kastro If it's on then it's on, we rate B-breaks Outlaws on a paper chase, can you relate to this s**t I don't got, be the s**t I gotta take Dealin wit fate Hoping God don't close the gate. Repeat Chorus and Verse We've been traveling on this wavy road, long time ?????? but we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't worry everything with corine We free like the bird in the tree We won't worry everything with corine Yes we free like the bird in the tree We runnin from the penitintuary This is the time for reliberty Hail Mary, Hail Mary Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli tha Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Dayz
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
[2Pac]
Get on yo' knees nigga Get on yo' knees and pray Huh, increase the doses, busting whoever closest Thug living, hell or prison, never losing my focus I'm making money moves mandatory In a discussion my past records tell a story Picture niggas we rushing and still busting Til the cops come running, duck in abandoned buildings Ditching my gun, homeboy the motherfucking villain I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds In a dirty bitch, waiting to trick me, not the life for me Living carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me I'm busting on niggas until they scurry, I'm clearly A man of military means in my artillery Watching over me through every murder scene From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die Selling dope to all the fiends, at times I want to cry And still, we try to change the past, in vain Never knowing if this game'll last, feeling ashamed Of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I selling my soul? Got tired of small time livin, niggas telling me no I got MINE, FUCK THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for us [Chorus: x2 2Pac] Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on judgment day It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let em play me for a buster, make it hell 4 a hustler [E.D.I. Amin] Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness If I fail, then I suffer, being broke is hell 4 a hustler So I stay struggling and juggling with all the might I can muster Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in One's five's and ten's was funny money So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo' Real nigga fo' sho', out in the cold for dough What you thought? ?, lost homies in plenty battles Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you Let me catch you slipping, you soft niggas is outta here In case you forgot, we on the same shit that got us here [Young Noble] Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make Every jail I break, every mill' I ate Head to head, whoever hustle hardest On the block ducking charges, nigga fuck the sergeant He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke Listen tho' I'm missing dough I gotta gather mo' Hell no, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words For all my young thugs in jail in Jerz They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck son Dying luck none supply us with much guns I buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya Slanging cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler [Chorus] [2Pac] No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons I learned And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social Niggas shaking like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu Niggas do unto these snitches, before it's done to you And if the cops come arrest me in the evening Best believe they coming for my dogs in the morning And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug Tell me will my niggas mourn me? Getting blowed out High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify Strikes, walking close to my third, I live a trouble life And if you dream be a part of my team From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for busters Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler [Chorus [2Pac] This is how we ride Not knowing if we'll live or die Catch me rolling with my motherfucking guns on the side In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild til they all die This is how we ride Not knowing if we'll live or die Catch me rolling with my motherfucking guns on the side In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild Until they all die, Outlaw Yes (change my ways) yes The Black Jesus guide us through this Weary weary weary weary Only God can save us Nothing but boss players Outlawz and thugs |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
[E.D.I Amin]
I speak For all my niggaz livin' in the rush Slow it down just a notch baby It's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright [2Pac + E.D.I Amin] Life in High Speed Fuck the punishment, tie weed I gonna buy me a gun Fuck doin' time [2Pac] I live life High Speed Slightly disillusioned by weed I breed thug muthafuckas even worse than me When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me My army, niggaz decieve swiftly Look at you now, why you wanna hang out? I pull the hammer back Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthafuckin' back out They blast but I'm still standin' Slightly scarred deep Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul Though my life was hard with no remorse I absorb bomb less it's without protection for the boss Rollin' in my double, raw, rugged, and ruthless Keep a vest through these hard times, knowin' it's useless And my crew, who could should be mistaken for Jews We all about our past, blast if he break the rules Fools done snitched for the D.A., be heavensent Switched like a stone-bitch, turned str8 severed then, why? Then they wonder why niggaz die Put your family in danger just to get high Now, what the hell can we get from jail? More tricks for the crime rate, this is hell Bail out, a thug nigga fresh out the jailhouse Open your safe count and take all your mail out Whatever happens happens Whoever falls dies We fresh out of time, livin blind, so we all ride In times like these, chronic and tie weed Puffin' through these High Speedz And people say Chorus (2Pac): Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night [Yaki Kadafi] Verbal assassin, I hit the corner fast, blastin' I plan to stretch your chest plate back like elastic No need to push me to slippin' I love beef, like pussy and pistols For all you pussies that's soft as tissue I ride plottin' like the fall guy out the roof Bustin' at you wise guy, gettin' high, sippin' hundred proof Gettin' your neck joints low to verdict wit' mine Get that ass attacked, murdered, and robbed, blind from behind Grab your shots', callin' Catchin niggaz while they stormin' Kickin' his door in And get your whole fuckin' family a' mournin' Plus all you itchy-bitchy types can't touch me Frontin' like your hard I'll play your fuckin' yard like a trussel Chorus (2Pac): Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night [E.D.I Amin] At times, I look through times wit' so much anger Wonderin' why it keeps on passin' bringin' me the danger No singal hard time is a good one At times I'm amazed Now what the mutha fuck a hood done What we do to get paid All day, for the almighty, dollar Don't even bother to holla We all destined to be swallowed By the same thing we lust for Threw away our morals in bags of dust, more Niggaz is dying tommorrow We, bet on all time Nigga the clocks tickin' Approachin' is the day you only know your glocks spittin Cops sittin', politicians passin' laws you ain't knowin' Soon that money goin' be illegal when you got it Keep your dough up But I ain't goin' tell you, what?, to stop chasin' paper Man, I'm just like ya'll, I worry 'bout that shit later Put the metal to the pedal, slash up nigga, blaze Lets get blowed out High Speed til the end of my dayz Now my people say Chorus (2Pac): repeat 5X Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night [2Pac] High Speedz (we goin' all night) Life of an Outlaw, ghetto starz (we goin' all night) (Yes) I'm gonna buy me a gun Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? (I'm gonna buy me a gun) For my niggaz on the WestSide and the EastSide And the NorthSide and the SouthSide (I'm gonna buy me a gun) (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) From Compton to Jersey (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Gettin' it real hard Niggaz in Michigan, (M.O.B nigga, M.O.B) From Atlanta, Georgia to Utah (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) From St. Louis to Alabama (I'm gonna buy me a gun) From Mississippi to Oakland, from San Francisco to San Diego Seattle to Florida (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) Maine to Mass, haha (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Food and Sex (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop, and it won't quit And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night High Speedz And it don't stop, and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop, and it won't quit And it don't stop, and it won't quit Outlawz with that rough shit, baby! [E.D.I Amin] Learn about it Pac you goin' rap? |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [Explicit Version] (2000)
[E.D.I Amin] I speak For all my niggaz livin' in the rush Slow it down just a notch baby It's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright [2Pac + E.D.I Amin] Life in High Speed Fuck the punishment, tie weed I gonna buy me a gun Fuck doin' time [2Pac] I live life High Speed Slightly disillusioned by weed I breed thug muthafuckas even worse than me When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me My army, niggaz decieve swiftly Look at you now, why you wanna hang out? I pull the hammer back Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthafuckin' back out They blast but I'm still standin' Slightly scarred deep Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul Though my life was hard with no remorse I absorb bomb less it's without protection for the boss Rollin' in my double, raw, rugged, and ruthless Keep a vest through these hard times, knowin' it's useless And my crew, who could should be mistaken for Jews We all about our past, blast if he break the rules Fools done snitched for the D.A., be heavensent Switched like a stone-bitch, turned str8 severed then, why? Then they wonder why niggaz die Put your family in danger just to get high Now, what the hell can we get from jail? More tricks for the crime rate, this is hell Bail out, a thug nigga fresh out the jailhouse Open your safe count and take all your mail out Whatever happens happens Whoever falls dies We fresh out of time, livin blind, so we all ride In times like these, chronic and tie weed Puffin' through these High Speedz And people say Chorus (2Pac): Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night [Yaki Kadafi] Verbal assassin, I hit the corner fast, blastin' I plan to stretch your chest plate back like elastic No need to push me to slippin' I love beef, like pussy and pistols For all you pussies that's soft as tissue I ride plottin' like the fall guy out the roof Bustin' at you wise guy, gettin' high, sippin' hundred proof Gettin' your neck joints low to verdict wit' mine Get that ass attacked, murdered, and robbed, blind from behind Grab your shots', callin' Catchin niggaz while they stormin' Kickin' his door in And get your whole fuckin' family a' mournin' Plus all you itchy-bitchy types can't touch me Frontin' like your hard I'll play your fuckin' yard like a trussel Chorus (2Pac): Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night [E.D.I Amin] At times, I look through times wit' so much anger Wonderin' why it keeps on passin' bringin' me the danger No singal hard time is a good one At times I'm amazed Now what the mutha fuck a hood done What we do to get paid All day, for the almighty, dollar Don't even bother to holla We all destined to be swallowed By the same thing we lust for Threw away our morals in bags of dust, more Niggaz is dying tommorrow We, bet on all time Nigga the clocks tickin' Approachin' is the day you only know your glocks spittin Cops sittin', politicians passin' laws you ain't knowin' Soon that money goin' be illegal when you got it Keep your dough up But I ain't goin' tell you, what?, to stop chasin' paper Man, I'm just like ya'll, I worry 'bout that shit later Put the metal to the pedal, slash up nigga, blaze Lets get blowed out High Speed til the end of my dayz Now my people say Chorus (2Pac): repeat 5X Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night [2Pac] High Speedz (we goin' all night) Life of an Outlaw, ghetto starz (we goin' all night) (Yes) I'm gonna buy me a gun Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? (I'm gonna buy me a gun) For my niggaz on the WestSide and the EastSide And the NorthSide and the SouthSide (I'm gonna buy me a gun) (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) From Compton to Jersey (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Gettin' it real hard Niggaz in Michigan, (M.O.B nigga, M.O.B) From Atlanta, Georgia to Utah (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) From St. Louis to Alabama (I'm gonna buy me a gun) From Mississippi to Oakland, from San Francisco to San Diego Seattle to Florida (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) Maine to Mass, haha (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Food and Sex (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop, and it won't quit And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night High Speedz And it don't stop, and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop, and it won't quit And it don't stop, and it won't quit Outlawz with that rough shit, baby! [E.D.I Amin] Learn about it Pac you goin' rap?
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from 2Pac - Nu-Mixx Klassics [remix] (2003)
So I f**ked your bi**h
You fat mutha-f**ka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is ni**as we bring it to {Take Money} [ha ha, that's alright] First off, f**k your bi**h And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I f**ked your wife We bust on Bad Boys ni**as f**k for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark a*s bi**hes We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How i'll leave yah Cut your young a*s up See yah in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Don't f**k with real a*s G's Quick to snatch your ugly a*s, off the streets So f**k peace I'll let them ni**as know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night [ha ha] Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill f**k with me And get your caps peeled You know, See Chorus Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace ni**a, I hit 'em up Check this out You mutha-f**kas know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all ni**as ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah bi**h made a*s Bad Boys bi**hes {ahh yo, yo, hold the f**k up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pa*s the mac And let me hit 'em in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right For setting up traps Little accident murderers And I ain't never heard of yah Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Guard your rank Cause I'm a slam your a*s in a pang Puffy weaker than a f**kin' block I'm running through ni**a And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In front of yah ni**a With the ready power Tucked in my Guess Under my Eddie Bower Your clout petty sour I push packages ever hour I hit 'em up Chorus Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace ni**a, We hit 'em up Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you ni**as getting killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a Shermine ni**as think they learned to fly But they burn mutha-f**ka you deserve to die Talking about you Getting Money But its funny to me All you ni**as living bummy While you f**king with me? I'm a self made Millionaire Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air {Air} [Ha Ha] Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the bi**h to let you sleep in the house Now its all about versace You copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my A-K I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mutha-f**ka I'll Hit 'Em Up I'm from N W New Jers. Where plenty of murder occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenerio Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees Copin' pleas with these Little Kim is yah Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the f**k? Is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped And all your fake a*s east coast props Brainstormed and locked You'se a B-writer Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing s**t but a faker So fill the Alazhay with a chaser 'bout to get murdered for the paper E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke [uhh] Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-f**kin' joke Thug Life, ni**as better be known Be approaching In the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping It's a battle lost I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off ni**a, I hit 'em up Now you tell me who won I see them, they run [ha ha] They don't wanna see us Whole Junior Mafia click Dressing up to be us How the f**k they gonna be the Mob? When we always on out job We millionaire's Killing ain't fair But somebody got to do it Oh yah Mobb Deep [uhh] You wanna f**k with us You Little young a*s mutha-f**kas Don't one of you ni**as got sickle-cell or something You f**king with me, ni**a ? You f**k around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the f**k up Before you get smacked the f**k up This is how we do it on our side Any of you ni**as from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain't singing, We bringing drama f**k you and your mother f**king mama. We gonna kill all you mother f**kers. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother f**kin opinion Well this is how we gon' do this: f**k Mobb Deep, f**k Biggie, f**k Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother f**kin crew. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, Then f**k you too. Chino XL, f**k you too. All you mother f**kers, f**k you too. (take money, take money) All of y'all mother f**kers, f**k you, die slow mother f**ker. My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow. You mother f**kers can't be us or see us. We mother f**kin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, ni**a We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother f**kers. We do our job. You think you the mob, ni**a, we the mother f**kin' mob Ain't nuttin' but killers And the real ni**as, all you mother f**kers feel us. Our s**t goes triple and four quadruple You ni**as laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother f**kin' belts You know how it is and we drop records they felt You ni**as can't feel it We the realist f**k 'em. We Bad Boy killas. |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
<i>[2Pac]</i>
Oh s**t, caught that ni**a alone Ain't that a bi**h Hey, uh, this one here is, uhh for them ni**az that be Johnny Dangerous when they be f**kin fifty deep But they be f**kin cowards when they by theyselves You know who I'm talkin about (You know who I'm talkin about) that's right You ain't s**t without your homeboys You ain't s**t without your homeboys You ain't s**t without your homeboys Now Now everytime I see you cats is rollin in packs For the life of me I cannot see why you don't know how to act Love to clown when you deep, but when you on that solo creep out on the streets you don't hear a peep ni**a it's a god damn shame, somebody explain why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man's game Tear that a*s out the frame, completely get that a*s kicked Woke up on the street but you'll be sleepin in the casket How long will it last, ni**a don't ask, just be first to blast Outlaw on the mash tryin to be the first to see some cash My s**t's cla*sic, like my ni**a Nate Go get the tape, we keep the nation anticipatin until we break Money made me evil, court cases got me stressed ni**az aimin at my head but I still wear my vest I don't give a f**k motherf**kers I'm loc They all duckin when my gun smoke cause you ain't s**t without your homeboys You probably run at the sound of funk I give a f**k, you ni**az is punks Without your homeboys, you be the first to reach in your trunk You scary ni**az is punks, you ain't s**t without your homeboys ni**a, punk a*s motherf**ker You ain't s**t without your homeboys Throw your hands up you little trick, coward motherf**ker <i>[Young Noble]</i> Like Yak said, how the f**k you gonna shoot me rocks When you got the Outlaw 'Pac s**ttin ya box You was lookin real weak walkin down the street Now a ni**a thirty deep, oh you wanna beef Talk cheap, shoot a ni**a the fair one Your homies like f**k it, what's this you the only scared one (faggot a*s) Damn son, close call I bet Now down around the way you gets no respect They like that Outlaw ni**a played you out We could have took it to the firfth I would I have laid you out ni**az be actin all different when they dogs come around Watch em act like bi**hes when Outlawz draw down They all clown, better yet they all stunned You the type to have a gun and never blazed it once Get y'all banana split, you ain't Emmanuel Outlawz you'll never forget Makaveli the Don get a call y'all Turnin these streets into Vietnam Where your homeboys, homeboy <i>[2Pac]</i> You ain't s**t without your homeboys My thug ni**az, I love ni**az From small time crooks to big-time drug dealers My homeboys, the only thing a ni**a got left I love my ni**az to death, we ain't s**t without our homeboys .. You know what time it is I ain't s**t without my homeboys Hey, tell em the story how you came up ni**a Now I was born alone, took my first joint and I got high alone Now I'm an Outlaw ni**a, I never die alone Me and my ni**az is so close, it's complicated One ni**a smokin and drinkin, and yet we all faded My ni**a Edi had a son we all happy Cause now that little ridah got to deal with eight daddies My ni**az cry, we all cry, and all ride To rectify the problem, motherf**kers they all die Been tryin to make a million, by hustlin since my adolescense From crack dealin to rap villian, my new profession Who wanna see me at eight deep, f**k 3D You coward a*s motherf**kers'll never see me Bustin with automatic straps, my raw raps like good crack ni**az fiendin, I got em comin back Until I die, they label me as a ridah Forever, my ni**az be together Ain't s**t without your homeboys Thug ni**az I love ni**az From small time crooks to big-time drug dealers Without your homeboys, the only thing a ni**a got left I love my ni**az to death We ain't s**t without our homeboys (without our homeboys) Love my ni**az to death We ain't s**t without our homeboys Love you ni**az to death |
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from Hussein Fatal - In The Line Of Fire (2000)
Verse one
I blow'em over wit the club scene try don for my nine thousand thugs in the clubs that love green one step behind Hussin dogs the don me and I'm well bomb on ya kind like Vietnam against all odds get cha Benz or rocks me and kada go against all fog dog from jeerz infotrate all herds my last words who gone blast and serve they told me never say never but I never stay alive hold me, look in my eyes, say I'm never gonna die blast pass, ya half ass, staff like Casses Clay pass the tray, pound gripped wit the satin pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back release me to the care, of my heartless strap hung over from Hennessy, wit a menace in Tennessee to creep like, burglars heraldin' all you suckas in the industry Chorus I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em cuz, you a star, wit ya video models you be frontin' at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em cuz, you a star, wit ya video hoes you be frontin' at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks Verse two It get's hectic yall, switch the rules get cha tools, my motor for runnin' down cuz ya bitch inproved, reelected as any, as respected outlaw glocks, got it locked, wit all these blocks connected from the east to the west, back home wit tha vest seen it all and still ball, a dog you can't impress cores ya soul, wit this gold mic molest when I blow'em ain't nothin' less, drinkin' in front of ? don't get prayed over and laid, picked from bein' pounded tha 41. wit the quick flip speed rounded, clothes you identify bitch made niggaz, I got a point I'm out ta minimize, down goes ya squad and ya C.E.O, to step in the streets, steadily infectin' ya crew he betta act, or get smacked, wit the ten mack two Chorus Verse three Secerts of war, we bust if we must plus and handle business, when you jealous playas fuck wit us, turn the party out soon as they whip the lime beocardy out it's all we out, been up all night, when the guards be out call me out, picture perfect life, when I live it run ya part of town like Emmitt, only five minutes in it Militant minded, combined wit a sentence all you fake thug niggas, ya crimes ain't constant even po-nine, they give me mine from a distant my chain dangle, hold the Henny on a strange angle aim and bang you, who the fuck you tryin' run ya game to it's crunch time, I'm servin'em when it's lunch time give me mines, stealin' ya hoe, and I'll throw just one rhyme yall niggas squealin', my thuggs is still dealin' got niggas hittin' the ceilin', on them fiffty story buildings clack back the strap, give me that wit the equipment Chorus To all my thuggs, all around the muthafuckin' county nation world wide, keep on sittin' in the back, wit that Yack keepin' it real, yall know who it go dowwnnnnnnn Fatal dog once again, for my outlaw niggas keep it comin', none muthafuckin' stop Kadafi rest in peace, my nigga 'pac rest in peace |
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from Hussein Fatal - In The Line Of Fire (2000)
[After about a minute of mixing]
[Bomb explosions, gun shots] (You know what you be?) [Hussein Fatal] You be like the type that come at me And shoot one at me, Tryna set it, Then get another nigga to dead it Outlaws we 'trol heat Ya cold feet remain frozen As Hussein show thieves That got our own name stolen I'm Hussein, Flyin' down 95 in two lanes Wearin' fitted and blue chain The one out of these two thangs Hustle or be hustled, Tussle and these tough They sheaths hunt you down When you around and ya knees buckle Popped up, whopped up, glock cocked up An' got ya cop shot up, Came to shook shop up I took money, gave 'em horror Recruit crooks for me Keep my finger on strap, 'Til the gat looked ugly I mash fast illy G-packers get bagged silly We pack mac millis You know the science for that These niggas tryna rap When I spit it like I'm committed Wid triple and double digits Bag whatever bubble wid it All y'all gon' do is be talkin' while I walk Wid the war you ball way Either way you playin' ya partner Watch me bop down ya block Wid my suit and chocolates On some Deathrow Pac shit Outlaw Kadaf shit, I got this, I let you know you playin' yourself Ain't seein' a damn bit ah coke You might be bangin' yaself Talk that crew shit, I'm knowin' already who ain't gon' do shit, Pack one nasty new wid, a lil' bit of blue shit Confucious, run deep from Jerz, Right off clue shit Makaveli shit still bangin' Y'all shoulda knew this Y'all niggas gon' ride or die |
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from Hussein Fatal - Fatal (2005)
(After about a minute of mixing)
(Bomb explosions, gun shots) (You know what you be?) (Fatal) You be like the type that come at me And shoot one at me, Tryna set it, Then get another nigga to dead it Outlaws we 'trol heat Ya cold feet remain frozen As Hussein show thieves That got our own name stolen I'm Hussein, Flyin' down 95 in two lanes Wearin' fitted and blue chain The one out of these two thangs Hustle or be hustled, Tussle and these tough They sheaths hunt you down When you around and ya knees buckle Popped up, whopped up, glock cocked up An' got ya cop shot up, Came to shook shop up I took money, gave 'em horror Recruit crooks for me Keep my finger on strap, 'Til the gat looked ugly I mash fast illy G-packers get bagged silly We pack mac millis You know the science for that These niggas tryna rap When I spit it like I'm committed Wid triple and double digits Bag whatever bubble wid it All y'all gon' do is be talkin' while I walk Wid the war you ball way Either way you playin' ya partner Watch me bop down ya block Wid my suit and chocolates On some Deathrow Pac shit Outlaw Khadaf shit, I got this, I let you know you playin' yourself Ain't seein' a damn bit ah coke You might be bangin' yaself Talk that crew shit, I'm knowin' already who ain't gon' do shit, Pack one nasty new wid, a lil' bit of blue shit Confucious, run deep from Jerz, Right off clue shit Makaveli shit still bangin' Y'all shoulda knew this Y'all niggas gon' ride or die |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
(2Pac (Hook))
Nigga westside Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker (2pac) Can't nobody stop us when we blunted up and swervin Packed in a suburban, screamin outlaw runin on the curb They never try me cause right behind me your killer team I get a word cut the head off a nigga like a guillotine This Hennessey'll keep me calm though Sittin in the back of the club, tradin convo Livin like a Don in my own mind Signal Kadafi, nigga watch me with the chrome nine All the time drinkin champagne Walk through the crowd let the tramps hang Niggas playa hate but do a damn thing Picture me doin eighty down a one way Stuck in the trunk, caught with gun play So I gotta keep my eyes open Gettin high, wonder why we gotta die smokin My alibi, I'm victory Like them other vile men I'm marked for death Spendin my nights like its the last one left I'm an outlaw Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone I'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Puffin on a sweet submission I'm the last one left Tell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave until I see everybodys gone I'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Puffin on a sweet swisher, guess I'm the last one left (Kastro) I got my back against the wall Gat chillin by my balls Prior to war is rider nigga only five six tall Napoleon only knows on we outlaws fuck fear Better strap down to the feelins cause we out yeah Thug passion all up in me Feelin like I took some Henne It aint easy I'm tryin to make a dollar out of two pennies What we got with these rap niggas Wanna pull they're gat niggas Only got my side cause they think pac die nigga Last niggas with our tape Take a shot within our vest Pac come and catch weight Nigga we the last ones left (2Pac) If we woulda known the zone inside my own dome Fresh outs jail it was hell but I'm probably home Lookin for niggas that was roofin that shit when I was locked back Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked back Fuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak Bitch niggas be afraid to speak We the last ones left (2Pac) (Chorus (slight change)) Tell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Puffin on a sweet swisher Like I'm the last one left Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave till I see everybodys gone At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Puffin on a sweet swisher, last one left Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave till I see everybodys gone At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor (Yeah) Puffin on a sweet swisher, I'm the last one left (Napoleon) I eat and sleep the worst shit, turfs and birth Me and my team super supreme putin in work I'm passed out, drunk as a fuck, till it hurt And I call earl screamin fuck the world I got a bitch on the side wanna be my wife And wify beefin wanna know if she gonna see me tonight And i know it aint right, but its the life I got And thats until I see Yak And thats until I see Pac Young know I lost a troll somebody owed me down And if the world was a girl I'd stick my dick in the ground Fuck the world (2Pac (Varied Hook)) Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Yeah Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker UH Outlaw in this motherfucker right here Outlaws in this motherfucker UH In this motherfucker right here In this motherfucker UH Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker UH Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker UH Outlaw in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker UH In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside (fades out) |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
(DJ Quik)
Hey Pac, it's yo boy Hey man so far I've been listening to your album and I ain't heard nothing you could kick back and smoke a beady to You know? Yeah like that Some of that mellow shit Some of that shit that make bitches drink Make niggaz think And help you check a fat-ass bank, hahahah So why don't you kick some of that shit nigga only you know how Hahahah, feel me? (Tupac) I'm barely standing and plus my secondhand say it's midnight Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right Like misdemeanours is a small thing With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang Running through the street lights cause we like Young nigga get your mob on show em what a G like Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno Niggaz popping, welcome to our casino Cause you and me know hundred percent like a c-note Looking for a bitch that's half-black and Filipino And when I meet her I'ma offer her some Indo Tounge-kissing on the window of a pearl white limo Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga touch me here, I'll get bigger While I'm digging I'll get deep into your liver I'm game tight love fucking bitches in the same night My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right The club be popping so I'm stopping at the Fat Burger Look through the paper it's another black crack murder The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die You can fuck on the first night, or try, in the 'Late Night' (Chorus) * DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X* Last night.. last night changed it all 'Pac) In the late night Last night.. (I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be .. do it myself) (Pac) In the late night (Hussein Fatal) Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped I clock rocks in the rain til my socks is damp Ain't nothing like being a thug when I can just Sit on the Row of Death straight knowing that I'm blessed Hussein Fatal, flawless fatality Overdosing on crime, three steps from reality Get up to get down, represent the town Last night was popping like like cocked glocks with hollow-tip rounds (Kadafi) From booty calls to bail sheets It ain't no telling if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets My intuitions and the bitches up in the late night Probably involves me coming up with just to see another day might, If me who ride the bullet in these streets where a man journey With crooked cops and a society who trying to burn me I'm like a pit in a cage spitting my shells in a gauge Deadly as aids niggaz getting crossed like a maze Now picture me living my life like a king maybe one day chilling I'm living Monday through Sunday Bringing the gun play for all these beefs and battles When we collide I'm a ride on that hide like cattle Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night (Chorus) (2Pac) Money and multiple gunshots are shown large amps are blown Niggaz in low-lows, pursuing more hoes, then go home The life of a California star And when you see me in the drop-top Jag how many niggaz wanna be me? Game is automatic mandatory I sell To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell Cause when you gettin some riches watch for dumb bitches They have you labeled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin It's a mean world nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day? Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static? Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic I disappear whenever heated ride whenever needed For my niggaz up in Clinton getting weeded Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die Supply long as you motherfuckers buy My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and ducking Slapping niggaz known for telling bitches fuck-it in the late night (Chorus) |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
Uhh.. dear Mr. President
Whas happenin? I'm writin you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected Ain't nothin changed All the promises you made, before you got elected.. .. they ain't came true Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President (Me and my homies is wonderin what's goin on.. holla!) Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood Send mo' troops.. Why should I lie, when I can dramatize? Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick My heaviest verse'll move a mountain Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin Fuck the friendships, I ride alone Destination Death Row, finally found a home Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin on? Figure if we high they can train us but then America fucked up and blamed up I guess it's cause we black that we targets My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit In case you don't know, I let my pump go Get ?ride for M'Thulu? like I ride for Geronimo Down to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter to the President Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops (What should I do?) Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless and young soul bros, ready to rode a starship Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt It's the only thing makin pay besides smoke and work On a mission listen more chips my goal and position First on my decision I realized the same nigga Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better But you keep, tellin us, that it is while your motherfuckin troops keep killin our kids, dig Don't be surprised if you see us Dumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke Fightin first my trained brain until it's not so It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care for a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here Me and these 223'sll freeze the biggest with ease I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees and I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [Explicit Version] (2000)
<lyrics>Uhh.. dear Mr. President
Whas happenin? I'm writin you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected Ain't nothin changed All the promises you made, before you got elected.. .. they ain't came true [2Pac] Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President (Me and my homies is wonderin what's goin on.. holla!) Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood Send mo' troops.. Why should I lie, when I can dramatize? Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick My heaviest verse'll move a mountain Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin Fuck the friendships, I ride alone Destination Death Row, finally found a home Plus all my homies want to die, call it euthanasia Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin on? Figure if we high they can train us but then America fucked up and blamed up I guess it's cause we black that we targets My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit In case you don't know, I let my pump go Get ride for M'Thulu like I ride for Geronimo Down to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter to the President Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops (What should I do?) Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops [E.D.I. Amin] Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless and young soul bros, ready to rode a starship Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that want to ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt It's the only thing makin pay besides smoke and work On a mission listen more chips my goal and position First on my decision I realized the same nigga Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better But you keep, tellin us, that it is while your motherfuckin troops keep killin our kids, dig Don't be surprised if you see us Dumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops [Kastro] Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke Fightin first my trained brain until it's not so It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care for a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail But why'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share Til why'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here Me and these 223'sll freeze the biggest with ease I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees and I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President Shit is still fucked up why'all And why'all wonder when it's gon' get better and it ain't gon' get better [2Pac] Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up.. Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly I want to meet the President, but will he meet me? He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug Nigga We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin How hypocritical is Liberty? That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me My history, full of casket and scars My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin hard Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God? Somewhere in the middle of my mind is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin let him die Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin in my own blood Lookin for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs Down to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter to the President [Big Syke] Blacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin low? why'all sniffin blow and postin what they hittin fo'? Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid Look what you made, little kids gettin sprayed Day after day, and night after night Battles and wars to the daylight We might change and rearrange if you do somethin Til then we gonna keep it comin, Mr. President Hehe And I meant every word in my letter to the President [2Pac] Word motherfuckin life Fuck this nigga think? Cuttin taxes, takin off welfare We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin? Motherfuckers crazier than a motherfuckin ?? Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga We fin' to hustle til we come up Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. Clinton, shit It's gettin harder and harder for a motherfucker to make a dollar in these here streets I mean shit, I hear you screamin peace But we can't find peace til my little niggaz on these streets get a piece I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me So why don't you help a nigga out? Sayin you cuttin welfare That got us niggaz on the street, thinkin who in the hell care? Shit, why'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks but why'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin dollars What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool? We ain't stupid Think you got us lookin to lose Tryin to turn all us young niggaz into troops You want us to fight your war What the fuck I'm fightin for? Shit, I ain't got no love here I ain't had a check all year Taxin, all the blacks and police beatin me in the streets Fuck peace These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops |
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from Outlawz - Neva Surrender - The Rap-A-Lot Sessions (2005)
[ Napoleon ]
I know this young nigga who love to keep his gun in his pants 14, little Ant will snatch your shit to enhance He lost his moms at a early age, pops was cracked out His brother ran a drug house where they slept with they Mac's out And where we from, fuck them basketball teams And your neighborhood PAL cause it's all about makin cream He stayed dirty, copped a clip for thirty He'd rather be sellin drugs early instead of young, black and nerdy He had his hard hat, born ready for war This young nigga heart's gone and I saw this before He lived day by day, prey by prey, stray by stray Blunted on Chancellor Ave. 380 hallway He bought a AK and I know he gon' sway, it ain't no damn way That this young nigga can turn his life around, mang Now where is God when you need him, he's internally bleedin Little Ant's barely breathin but he gotta stay eatin So he robs again but this time he all smoked out He put his finger on the trigger and let the death fly out Some man got hit, he's layin on the pavement stiff Blood drippin from his face and he drownin in it Now what a surprise that little Ant can't come around That it's his own man dead on the ground Dead on the ground Damn He can't come around That it's his own man dead on the ground Dead on the ground Lost, turned out Not a doubt What's it all about Lost, turned out Not a doubt What's it all about [ EDI ] Baby girl, I can see you in that crazy world Spinnin out of control, nowhere to go At one point in time, huh, you could've been mine But you was movin too fast, couldn't take the chance in losin yo ass In high school, we was homies, but that was before we Started keepin each other from bein lonely With my mama workin all the time and your daddy drinkin Sneakin, tryin to bump and grind, what is he thinkin? We escaped in each other, became friends before lovers More like sister and brother, at least we can trust us But I had dreams, yeah, my plane leavin soon Had to hook up with Pac, huh, continue to bloom I called twice just to see if you alright Both times you wasn't home, I knew somethin was wrong And then I knew I was right, when they said they found you one night Barely holdin on, tell me where did you go wrong? Was it when you started strippin for tips? Then sellin it for mo' chips? And sniffin powder just to deal with it Can you tell me, I guess that you can't Cause I'm hearin you about to take your last dance Let the game get the best of you, baby Shoulda called on a Law, he was testin you, baby But now you gone before you can be found Gone without a doubt, lost and turned out Lost and turned out Lost, turned out Not a doubt What's it all about Lost, turned out Not a doubt What's it all about [ Young Noble ] My brother Sean, he home now, he cool for a minute I love him to death but bullshit he stays in it I'm gettin older [Name] middle school around the corner The drug dealers need and teach what they wanna "Moms, can I go to the park and play?" Didn't play, I was countin every single cent them niggas made Then his moms lost her job, no more money-stackin On her way home she slipped on some ice and caught a back spasm And that's what happened to Aline She said she had lotta pains, just an excuse to be a fiend Low on food, though it was good what my mama made But you know a hungry nigga at school can't concentrate B to an F student Think about the bitches and the sneakers, my whole childhood ruined I made my first sale ( ? ) in a alley way in 164 I was scared as shit I wasn't scared of the cops though, this is true I was more scared of what mom duke'd do So I chilled for a few instead of ( ? ) Spent weekends with my peeps just escapin the block Little [Names], I knew em since seven We had a room, they had a house, just no way to compare it But they parents taught me shit and gave me shit Fed me, treated a nigga just like family You gave me love and you neglected me too Lost and turned out but still comin home to you I love you [Name] I love you [Name] Lost and turned out but still comin home to you I love you [Name] Lost, turned out Not a doubt What's it all about Lost, turned out Not a doubt What's it all about |
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from Gang Related (갱 릴레이션) [ost] (1997)
Cause I hate to spend
My life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time How it start How it start ( 2Pac ) Started off with running from coppers duck and hide from helicopters We open fire who can stop us Living the life of trifle juveniles hoping for riches Getting twenty five to life if the judge dont like us In my clearest pictures I see authorities itching to get us ATF state feds scandolous bitches I wasn't promised to it Wasn't bitter or sweet See if a nigga dont hustle then a nigga dont eat On these streets living do or die circle complete Repetitive motions for felons in the rush for Gs Please understand my history a man of many hats Live a thug life coming equipped with plenty gats Maybe I was just a lost soul trapped in time Living in between life and the cracks we're blind Even though we had hopes for deams that never came Yet still we all feel pain Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time Stranded in the county in the worst way Hell of a way to spend my 21st birthday Born in the ghetto as a street thug Its thug neighbourhoods and weed spots that we love (lost souls) (Words from the mind of a lost soul) Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time ( Young Noble ) My brother Sean First on my list He stuck with a 3-5 when he get out would I be dead or alive He taught me the rules on much But still in thugs I trust When in danger never hesitate to bust to keep my fucking trap shut My moms dukes got a little bit of thug in her The devil loves sinners, crackheads and drug dealers Sometimes I feel like the streets taking over never staying sober Prayin over and over backtrack My stacks fat I used to take them new One love for my crew ayyo this ones's for you ( 2Pac) R.I.P rest in piece to Mu's grandma Know what we gotta do babe - one time Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time One time - One time - One time ( Idi Amin ) I was born 22 years ago Yesterday but see I saw no reason for me to celebrate Let me demonstrate Entered the world through my poisonous womb Heroin being consumed already predicted my doom Soon To be one of the many misguided Always the first one on the block to be the tried it and liked it Lost before I had a chance to find my way Now I travel through life not knowing the time of day Grind for pay I'm on my way But dont know where imna end up I swear to god this is a set up And these are the words from the mind of a lost soul (Im a lost soul) ( 2Pac ) Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time (Repeat X 8) To all of ya'll keeping ya'll in health To all of ya'll keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself To all of ya'll keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself For all my dogz keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself For all my dogz keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself For all my dogz keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself Throw your hands up (Repeated X 4 until fade) |
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
Cause I hate to spend
My life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time How it start How it start ( 2Pac ) Started off with running from coppers duck and hide from helicopters We open fire who can stop us Living the life of trifle juveniles hoping for riches Getting twenty five to life if the judge dont like us In my clearest pictures I see authorities itching to get us ATF state feds scandolous bitches I wasn't promised to it Wasn't bitter or sweet See if a nigga dont hustle then a nigga dont eat On these streets living do or die circle complete Repetitive motions for felons in the rush for Gs Please understand my history a man of many hats Live a thug life coming equipped with plenty gats Maybe I was just a lost soul trapped in time Living in between life and the cracks we're blind Even though we had hopes for deams that never came Yet still we all feel pain Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time Stranded in the county in the worst way Hell of a way to spend my 21st birthday Born in the ghetto as a street thug Its thug neighbourhoods and weed spots that we love (lost souls) (Words from the mind of a lost soul) Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time ( Young Noble ) My brother Sean First on my list He stuck with a 3-5 when he get out would I be dead or alive He taught me the rules on much But still in thugs I trust When in danger never hesitate to bust to keep my fucking trap shut My moms dukes got a little bit of thug in her The devil loves sinners, crackheads and drug dealers Sometimes I feel like the streets taking over never staying sober Prayin over and over backtrack My stacks fat I used to take them new One love for my crew ayyo this ones's for you ( 2Pac) R.I.P rest in piece to Mu's grandma Know what we gotta do babe - one time Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time One time - One time - One time ( Idi Amin ) I was born 22 years ago Yesterday but see I saw no reason for me to celebrate Let me demonstrate Entered the world through my poisonous womb Heroin being consumed already predicted my doom Soon To be one of the many misguided Always the first one on the block to be the tried it and liked it Lost before I had a chance to find my way Now I travel through life not knowing the time of day Grind for pay I'm on my way But dont know where imna end up I swear to god this is a set up And these are the words from the mind of a lost soul (Im a lost soul) ( 2Pac ) Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time (Repeat X 8) To all of ya'll keeping ya'll in health To all of ya'll keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself To all of ya'll keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself For all my dogz keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself For all my dogz keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself For all my dogz keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself Throw your hands up (Repeated X 4 until fade) |
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from Gang Related (갱 릴레이션) [ost] (1997)
(2Pac)
No man seperate what we create Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures Death Row at it's finest! M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggaz We comin after these niggaz, worldwide Feel me! Makaveli the Don My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me? World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star Fuck the love, niggaz fear me Got these niggaz runnin all wild from my double-I When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die Boom once I enter the room, in the air all you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz scared They don't wanna see me head on.. Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B. Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.. Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga (Can you feel me?) A motherfuckin made nigga.. I got a plot to get richer, take my picture A made nigga (Napolean) Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat My role model was killin niggaz so I know, I would never be weak They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins These niggaz crossed my father then my father crossed them Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz Niggaz don't like us because they bitches straight love us The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin and seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin A made nigga (Fatal Hussein) How many niggaz fall in your vision? Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison We mash together, plus we get cash together Blast whenever, knowin it don't last forever It's only one way out and one way in Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot Blow the roof off then poof like Rahman Raouf I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch And the niggaz that I'm under, is just too much We made niggaz (E.D.I.) Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen I began the paper, stackin at those who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's Baby, maybe, that's if I slip But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin Born July, 7th a few shed eyes Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game Made for war, my aim is simple and plain Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin (Kastro) I ain't count the line, my strap, my head, there will be none of that The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga Til he still and chill, recognize the real deal Feel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb with a gun but it paid so I busted for fun And the outcome will be the same every time We all gon' die, get yours cause I'm gonna get mine (Khadafi) Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juans of this rough shit Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public With my mentality of war, dead bodies in silence, give it to you raw Thug nigga to the core The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil Mashin from here to there, day by day, year to year Made niggaz on your motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga (2Pac) Ha ha ha.. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli Gettin lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries Game, when applied help me survive several centuries Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced On my knees to God, beggin for repentance I'm convinced, that I'm a thug They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs Diss the (?) and I'll kidnap your daughter Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain my army of lunatics that stay armed Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga (2Pac) Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched My adversaries, get fucked, feel me? Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M. I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream Come and see, to see a made nigga The Outlawz.. Makaveli The Don Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.. Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggaz on the streets The motherfuckin made Niggaz All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound Tha Doggfather, and all his niggaz You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger Kurupt, Young Gotti..(Hahaha, Westside made niggaz BITCH!!) (Cop speaks over Tupac's part above) Uhh.. sarge.. uhh.. We've got uhh Tupac Shakur.. Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.. Uhh Kastro, Khadafi We got a bunch of niggaz here They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge? Uhh I repeat let 'em go I repeat, let 'em go They're made niggaz.. let 'em go But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed I said let 'em go Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can go |
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from Outlawz - Killuminati 2K11 (2011)
크리스마스특집 ..
ttj25 All I Want For Christmas Is You Mariah Car.. Silent Night Ginuwine White Christmas Take 6 곡 50 | 담기 37 | 추천 8 |
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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
[Napoleon] (talking)
Outlawz... could never touch the kids in the ghetto man That's where I'm from..... man [Chorus] This is our life Even tho' the sun dont always shine It's still our life If you keep yo head up everything will be alright In living your life [Napoleon] I'm damn near 'bout to go in tears Writin' this verse here I feel like I'm cursed here I'm choked up since I lost my peers But I know one day we be back again One love to my Mexicans Tryin' to run across the border To see freedom all over again Man... One love to my Africans They try to kill us with AIDS But they smart again It's like I die once that I be born again With the grace of Allah Kept away my sins From the ghetto where they play with heavy metal to win Lost my parents so I moved with my next-of-kin Life.... just so mych pain to me To tell the truth I dont wanna die angrily Makaveli and Kadafi, them trained me I feel yall in the dark steady hatin' me [Chorus] This is our life Even tho' the sun dont always shine It's still our life If you keep yo head up everything will be alright In living your life [Edi] In '96 we was on top of the world Videos, movies, money, jewels and girls Rolls Royces, Hummers, Jagz and all that Hard to believe one night in Vegas changed all that Fast forward... 6 years Man, we still here Despite be hated on (huh) We still clear Until the end of time you cant stop destiny Back for everything they owe Now let's go [Young Noble] I got the spirit of a angel The heart of a soldier The mind of a militant Was blessed by my mother The inspiration of my life She 4 years clean With 15 years on the pipe And she just got married I felt pain... ya sayin' Pac smilin' at the wedding Never forget her mah' Yall baby fool, I promise to ya Imma stay a trooper Outlawz done die We forever move [Chorus] This is our life Even tho' the sun dont always shine It's still our life If you keep yo head up everything will be alright In living your life [Kastro] Oh... I'm on, pens and needles Needles and pens These 2 Tims was my Beemer Before I heard of a Benz I got lost tryin' to find my ends And got crossed tryin' to find me a friend That's life.... We sacrifice for better days We pray for a better way that never came Hey! (hey.. hey) What's more precious then a innocent child, smilin' ??? was foul, look at his smile School's not cool Them big body rules The workin' mans a fool If he cant afford the jewels Look at how life use ya Abuse and confuse ya Remember we was suppose to be the future? Now we grown The future is here and we gone Oh where did we go wrong Let's live... And do right by these kids my friend They the only shot we got at living life again C'mon [Chorus - repeat 2X] This is our life Even tho' the sun dont always shine It's still our life If you keep yo head up everything will be alright In living your life |
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