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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
[Young Noble]
Yo, I can see That you obviously don't know me or my homies We O-U-T Lawz, fuck the phonies A wise hustler once told me, it's on you Though it was dreams when he first told me Now it's true I got love for you only to a certain exstend Niggas ain't worth shit Cops and ride dick permits I heard this and heard that About them O-you-T Lawz Some of them soldiers got shot Some of them soldiers fell off Fuck y'all now everybody tied to us Hollering out a nigga name But never said what up That shit critical, despicable, unforgivable I too like Hot? Your own fan won't remember you Thuggin' but we still spiritual, clear lyrical I'm like the fuckin' Deff Squad My ears ain't hearin' y'all Pump fearin' y'all But damn I ain't even wantin' to scare y'all Listen to what I tell y'all Fuck the world, Your baby moms and your baby girl You muthafuckas so fake, Yo they made me want to earl Blake, hate snakes thug hatin the degree Outlawz on a paper chase Can you relate thug niggaz [Napoleon Chorus] We will never fall through it all, we'll always stand tall 'Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers And if you believe in that shit that you heard Y'all don't know us, y'all don't know us [Napoleon] Now I been trapped down And fucked since day one This instructional style of mine ain't no fun Where I'm from You sure to see about 10 niggaz in a bedroom Eating off the same spoon Sweeping with the same broom It's hazard, it's you don't want yo life Well give me grab it I was born inside a love zone With a glock-nine young marriage It's critical Then one of them sat down living so Mystikal and impious With a heart full of anger it's so ridiculous So give me some with 21-gun soldier salute With a 19-inch black handle snake knife in my boots I'm straight from the strong, thug to your life Right to yo wrong, I'll put the good to your evil I'm the shells to your chrome, you dig that? I'm life, I'll bring the moon to your night I'll put the dick to your wife And I'm the Jesus of your Christ You dig that? respect this I'll bring the end to your claw I'll bring the loc to your heart And I'll put the snoop on yo dogs You hear me? We follow, this little bullet so hollow I can promise that estacy ain't promised tomorrow With this two man mades Me and my soul death astrayed I watch my parents get blowed away Now look what it made I'm something to face This lunacy then with me, then with chemistry Got my eyes on you, the first time you cross me I'll be frying you, cause why'all don't know me [Young Noble Chorus] We will never fall through the war, we'll always stand tall [Why] Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers [E.D.I] When we was kids, the loving felt good But of course have the respect Though it's even better Now for this chedder Niggaz is laying deader Then Malcom and Martin put together Oh Lord only knows where we'll end up Remember what Pac said Watch the fuckin signs But we wasn't listening Too busy trippin off his shine Now one time for my muthafuckin' Outlawz Napoleon, Noble, and Kastro May we all roll And if you don't know We got the rap game petro Scared cause we bout to release Like heavy metal Nationwide, underground We running the ghettos Stealing all of ya fan base like we kleptos Bitch I can't let go I been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too long And niggaz is stealing my shit And busting it wrong Hot shots holla back when you get 'em Outlawz'll sic 'em, bustin back at the system Military wisdom Preparing myself for armegeddom Breaking my balls at this game Knowing it's a dead end And my only weapon Is my believe that I'm superior Yeah we the muthafuckas That you niggaz is liery off Controlling my steam Knowing my team to deserve more Fuck the reframe Stick to the game and earn more Holding my head, rolling the head with focus Laughing inside 'Cause deep inside why'all don't know us [Young Noble Chorus] We will never fall through it all, we'll always stand tall [Why] 'Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers And if you believe in that shit that you heard Y'all don't know us, why'all don't know us We will never fall [Never] through the war, we'll always stand tall Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers And if you believe in that shit that you heard Y'all don't know us, y'all don't know us [E.D.I Talking] Ain't never know niggaz like us boy They don't make niggaz like us no more Thug in Peace... to all my niggaz [Never] See ya soon... uhh |
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| from 2Pac - Still I Rise [Explicit Version] (2000) | |||||
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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
(feat. 2Pac, T-Low)
[Edi (Bosko)] (gangstaz clap yo hands) World Wide..... Outlawz (all the ladies clap yo hands) Makaveli The Don.... With the homie T-Low (gangstaz clap yo hands) Felly Fel on the track.... Bosko (all the ladies clap yo hands) It's going down real big.... let's go (clap yo hands baby) [Chorus: T-Low] This is for thugz in every state We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite And World Wide Aint no place that we rather be Livin' it up with the family tonite And World Wide [Edi] We holla World Wide Better understand us Since we coming with thugs from L.A to Atlanta Put ya hands up Nothin' but love from all sides of my thug cliq Outlaw ridahs them hataz aint touchin' us Hittin' em up in two-double-O-two I got dank, drank, bank, what you wanna do? Move out the way, you see us coming thru It aint a game, it's true (uhu) We 'bout to act a fool You know the history All out... ball out.... picture me Rollin' and holdin' all brands For the victory Edi Amin... ya know the name Dont remember me? Since it's nine-six World Wide... legendary [Chorus: T-Low] This is for thugz in every state We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite And World Wide Aint no place that we rather be Livin' it up with the family tonite And World Wide [2Pac] Known for doing skandalouz deeds No handlin' me And naw it aint the drugs Just the straight thug nigga in me I swoop down and cause havoc My rapid delivery is automatic Lettin' niggaz have it I been labeled as a thug nigga Since they dont sell my shit to white folks Ship it to the drug dealers And catch'a-catch'a nigga world-wide A fuckin Mobb Figga... West Coast hoo-ride When we robb niggaz Money made my squad bigger But we aint sell our souls Bustin' on our emenies, muder my foes At my shows Imma nut Lights, camera, time for action Now get to clappin' to my cuts A World Wide Mobb Figga [Chorus: T-Low] This is for thugz in every state We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite And World Wide Aint no place that we rather be Livin' it up with the family tonite And World Wide [Bosko] Gangstaz clap yo hands (8 claps) All the ladies clap yo hands (8 claps) Gangstaz clap yo hands (8 claps) All the ladies clap yo hands (8 claps) Clap yo hands baby [Napoleon] It's so hard on me Girl pardon me I got the same spirit Pac had Hit 'em to me When I arrive on the dance floor I'm humpin' the floor It's a world wide mobb thang That's for sure Got money in my pocket now Drivin' in a rocket now Never hear me rap around ice I keep it underground O-U-T-L-A-W-Z fa sheezy (yall tryin to start the East-West beef again) Girl please Get ya money young souljah Time steady wastin' I been around the world before I'm in Jamaica P-R... B-R.... Bahamas, plus Cuba L-A to V-A and even Vancouver [Young Noble] Hey yo.... I be the Young N-O... to the B-L-E Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z And I'm still Dirty Jerz reppin' Outlawz reckage Get ya dough up yall Get ya flow up Pac and Yak live on Dont be surprised if they show up At ya front door with a loaded (ohh noooooo) Young Nobe it the block What's poppin' homie Ya can hate but ya know Pac watchin homie (uhuh) So give some love up We stay thuggin' it up Lil' homie is you thuggin' or what? Throw ya dubz up Put em real high East, West, Dirty South, North side Outlaw pride [Chorus x2: T-Low] This is for thugz in every state We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite And World Wide Aint no place that we rather be Livin' it up with the family tonite And World Wide |
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from Gang Related (갱 릴레이션) [ost] (1997)
Chorus: Daz *singing*
What's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy What's ya fantasy.. gettin freaky in the night (repeat 2X) Say girl.. what's ya fantasy Do you wanna get with me? Show me how it's 'sposed to be Gettin freaky in the night, show me ecstasy You wanna bust a nut, what about me Baby what's ya fantasy? Baby what's ya fantasy? [Daz] *rapping* You want your ass and your pussy chewed out But baby that ain't what I'm about Let me stick all this in your mouth Now won't you get freaky, and won't you turn it out and have visions of the dick and balls getting swallowed (like that) Let you swim in, the sperm and no ? Throw that pussy into a bottle and let it float to shore, gimme gimme some more [Storm] Creamy sweetness while I'm dreamin, got me stuck between a night of romance and freaky fuckin to harmonic screamin Picture perfect on the ceiling, that's only right Caught you lookin at that action, behind the smile Settle down, oh you wild child Hit it, insane spot, like ? glocks Hit it, stop, hit it hit it, stop, hit it, ahh That's when you switch to automatic like you really want it Cause I been waitin to participate and engage in multiple comin phases, takin you to Storm-y stages So what you say nigga, come and play with me Have you fallin, on your knees, like I'm your savior Now praise power to the pussies that be runnin the game And if you can't swing that shit, then you grounded main You need to understand, I need a Thug in my gameplan A freaky ass nigga with a big thang Chorus 1/2 [Daz] Tell em Noble! [Young Noble] Hey freaky bitch I love my nuts licked all night Uh-huh, you know that ain't right You want a young nigga like, me, to add on to the ?BLE? Knock the tent from 11 to 3 We puff a L afterwards, afterwards no words spoken strokin til the pussy stayed open Tiffany, claim she missin me, on a late night Talkin to her friends, sayin dig it that pussy ain't right Freaks they love to ride it like a mini-bike on any given night, makin sure she lick it right Up and down, side to side, all around in and out, keep some extra bitches in the house My Thug Passion keeps the Thug Luv everlastin Double plastic for them double fat asses What's ya fantasy? [Daz] What's ya fantasy? What's ya fantasy? What's ya.. Chorus [Daz] Said ooh, you got the bomb [Storm] I got the bomb [Daz] Bitch you got some bomb ass pussy [Daz] Ooh, you got the bomb She got some bomb ass pussy Bitch you got some bomb ass pussy She said if you want this pussy you can have this pussy If you really want this pussy you can have it -- say it again If you want this pussy you can have this pussy If you really want this pussy you can have it It was a Coupe thing, Coupe thing Got her thang tonight, it was a Coupe thing I was in the mood to hurt somethin thick Thick legs, thick thighs, and real thick hip It was 2:13 I was in the mix Singing 'Baby girl, you in the mood for this' She said 'Hell yea, I'm in the mood for this' So I whipped it out and let her have this dick, beyotch! [Napoleon] Follow me, and you'll watch me grow Even though we all know I don't love them hoes Know you're horny, we can gets to fuckin all a young nigga want is ? [Young Noble] To me to be Young in the A-G-E where I gotta lot of problems that a bitch can't see and I gotta brand new key to the telly make it slippery like jelly through some shit, the devil wouldn't tell me Bend over, find your ankles swallow my nuts while I spank those That's what you get, pull your ears, ? Non-stop, I break you out like a weapon Now drop, get on your knees come and grab it beyotch! Put this Hennesey bottle in your cock Let your girl hit the top, I love to watch What's ya fantasy? [Daz] What's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy, what's ya.. [Daz] *singing* Say girl.. what's ya fantasy Do you wanna get with me? Show me how it's 'sposed to be Gettin freaky in the night, show me ecstasy You wanna bust a nut, what about me Bitch what's ya fantasy? Bitch what's ya fantasy? Chorus [Daz] Let me tell you my fantasy You want a nigga to beat that pussy up You know you like that girl Stop faking like you don't like that Uhh, that's the way I want you to eat this dick Up and down, side to side Lollipop, three wheel motion baby Let's get on the edge of the bed and let me show you how I hit the switch on that pussy! Up and down on that pussy! That's what I'm talkin about, that's what I'm talkin about Work that pussy Just work that pussy like you ain't never worked that pussy That pussy is mine, all mine all mine All mine all mine all mine all MINE! All mine all mine all mine *keep repeating 'all mine' to end* Pussy, turn it out some good pussy Good pussy |
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from Outlawz - Neva Surrender - The Rap-A-Lot Sessions (2005)
[ Young Noble ]
It's only us, me, Kastro, EDI and Napoleon It's on again, young niggas born again I wish somebody coulda told me then That we was gon' grow up to be some lonely men Now I found out I really don't got friends Cause nobody come around when I not spend I walk around this fuckin planet feelin boxed in Smokin stoge after stoge like it's oxygen When there was 10 of us we all ate from one dub Let's turn the dirt to glory for Pac up above Yak one love, I know you gotta be free Havin conversations with you when there's nobody but me I guess whatever don't kill me make me stronger But I don't know if I can take it any longer But I got to, cause family live they dreams through us It's like 5 million lost souls that cling to us But I know one thing, it ain't shit without y'all Thug Life for life, Young Noble Outlaw It ain't shit without y'all Thug Life for life, Young Noble Outlaw [ CHORUS: Noble ] The only thing that we got left is us If you don't have nothin else, son, you got my trust Loyalty come first, I put my life in your hands I'ma die as a man and die together is the plan Keep the team stong, make this cream real long Cash last long enough for our grandkids to eat on We Outlawz, and if it's on then it's on Watch my back, I watch yours and we make it through the strorm Thug on [ EDI ] Early on I knew life wasn't shit Just made 2, drugs and love made my daddy split Mama's now forced to turn a boy into a man Impossible task, still she doin all she can And I'm growin quickly, slowly started seein things All the wrong in this world, taught me not to believe in things Not even man, cause we all change daily Best friends be tryin to bring each other death quickly Only the strong survive As long as I'm alive I ride Hooked up with some niggas that I knew had my side O-u-t-l-a-w-z Me for you, you for me eternally Makaveli-trained riders Cause the Don may be gone but he remains deep inside us It comes out every time niggas try us Y'all my family until the Lord'll have me I make this promise [ CHORUS: Young Noble ] [ Napoleon ] I been wakin up, stressin lately Sheets wet from the sweat and my hands shaky I got a kid on the way, I'm kinda nervous I did some dirt in my life, hope it don't curse it And all I got left is my Outlaw niggas My cousins and my brothers and some Jersey drug dealers I keep my faith in the Lord and stay strugglin He keep on pushin me forward to stay hustlin And when Pac died nobody never knew Or gave a fuck on what the Outlawz was goin through We kept your heads to the sky and our guns too We had to ask straight for a dollar to split a cold brew And through the process our family was still dyin I got a grip of this shit, there's no complyin And I'ma be the solid rock that I am, nigga And I'ma give it all I got to raise my kid, nigga I got the blood of Malcolm X in me I got the dirt from the cemetary runnin in me One way up and that's how we goin, nigga Now put guns up, the world ain't friendly, nigga And just wait till you get to hold reality And just wait, I bet you try to up your salary And these crackers be doin too much Let's start the revolution so we can rise up Come on [ CHORUS ] Thug on Thug on Thug on Outlawz till I die, gee Pour some liquor on the curb |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
<i>[Napoleon Talking]</i>
Life... What the f**k is life for ni**az like us? Been waking up to another muthaf**kin' day I'm the type of soldier, A ni**a that seen Everything in my muthaf**kin eyes I seen my parents get killed To my muthaf**kin eyes I seen my brother kill his-self in my eyes I seen Pac.. Yak.. die in the struggle in my eyes So I know anybody can be touched You know what I mean? <i>[Napoleon]</i> Oh God forgive me Somebody please say a prayer for me Needed my parents But they was never there for me Believe in everything they feed me I'm seeing demons I wake up screaming Who believe me or was I dreaming? Five fingers on the .45 chrome Dead aim at my brain, infared with no lights on I ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this I'm living blind writing rhymes Til they capture this And if we die let the world understand why Soldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry They seeing us inside a casket That's how they see us Oh God forgive us ghetto bastards We human beings They leaving us inside this hell-hole Just waiting to fail so they tell us That's what jail for Adolescense young teens turned violent It's floating, in a world turned silent Cause you could be touched <i>[Chorus Makaveli]</i> Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched <i>[E.D.I]</i> I live life High Speed Moving a million miles per hour Towards my destiny Making decesions carelessly Yeah it's me, yo ni**a man child Bomb first stand proud Ain't looking for hand-outs Twenty-five years up in this bi**h And I'll be damned if I ain't leaving rich And leave my kids a grip I let my blood drip off in this thug s**t You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money mission Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock Try to get mo' so my s**t don't flock I lick off shots for everything they owe me And when it's my time to go I pray the Lord hold me (U can be touched) <i>[Kastro]</i> I was born in the city that never sleeps Schooled by the realest of the real ni**az That ever breathed And I was big when I was young And now I see that I was dumb My ni**a.. Lonnie just got hit with 10... 10 years For trusting a friend They left him stuck in the Penn I love him, we all here just to die here, plus Nobody cares what got here Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord Praise the thug ways and I'll never be bored Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord Y'all praise the thug ways So forever it's on.. baby <i>[Chorus Makaveli]</i> My Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched <i>[Young Noble]</i> Why grieve this life Planted by the fiends and pipes Green lights so I'm seeing-seeing everything twice Pretty much of nothing nice (naw) we sucking it up Even when we get a job, we f**king it up Like it can't happen to us I could never be a bum Yeah right, you wound up one God forbid I'm touched, y'all keep living it up Look and learn Next it could be your turn... word <i>[Kadafi]</i> Yes this a felonies' hobby That got me here thinking robbery Day to day all year long Teflon protects my body It's such unimportant in this criminal cartel I'm caught and supporting me So in these streets of hockey I play the goalie, Secretz to war licks, and score s**t Share between clients and homies Remember what Patcino told me Before he past Watch them clowns with them crocodile smiles Cause they phony, I get that cash, stay lonely And I'm point like a thong And it's survive for the strong Living outside the laws of this crooked world I was born touched <i>[Chorus Makaveli]</i> My Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
This motherfucking life I lead, shit
A hell of motherfucking road blocks and crooked cops We still ride though What side? Westside (Verse 1: Tupac) I want money in large amounts my garage full of cars that bounce Moving my tapes in major ways cause every dollar counts Busters is jealous and half these nigas is punks They running off at the mouth 'til I fill up with my pump They jump my automatic keep them weary While you fronting like you Billy bad ass nigga you scary I been knowing you for years we was high school peers iIn Junior High I was itchin' to kill and you was ready to die While you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases Busting my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places Leaving no trace they see my face and then they buried Them bitches die in a hurry still I ride I'm never worried Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'ma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd and motherfuckers die It's not the way I wanna live my nigga it's how it is Homie got into a fight last night they killed his kids (Chorus x2) In this life I lead fiend for currency Get high off weed collect g's make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead (Verse 2: Young Noble) I ain't a killer but don't push me dog For that family I'll send that ass straight to God (what you doing nigga?) And in this life I lead I've seen the most of my 23 years My vision is blurry the money is clear Some of my peers eternally will sleep in a coffin (yeah nigga) And noble on the road I'm extremely cautious It happened that fast split second your gone At the top of my tombstone put noble is raw Outlaw 'Till I'm under the floor for Kadafi the prince I stack dough like a clock on the bricks With a watch on my wrist dog I know the time these days We outlaws we gonna die this way we already in the history books Pac made sure of that Whateva you took we taking it back You know it's all for the foundation Outlaws We still building the thug nation holler at your homie (Chorus 2x) In this life I lead Fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect g's Make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead (Verse 3: Napolean) It ain't but nothing air between us oxygen is gettin hot Got a problem mo' fag ass nigga kick rocks Now *censored* on the phone and the nigga talking crazy I don't know who to blame him or *censored* for killing babies I'm a New Jers' Devil the street created rebel Only got one shot to produce on every level This is Maximus go to the max I must Nigga I came from not much so money I clutch Uhuh Napolean the strength of strong arm With a dick they whistle and ride I put a move up on I'm a hardcore product of the ghetto Been blessed for sure to eat from out the ghetto I maneuver in the right lane quick to push back lanes Switch it to the left lane I play with my hands And I'm plotting on the fortune it's getting hot and scorching I'm thinking like a scorpion that torturing an enemy (Chorus 2x) In this life I lead Fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect g's Make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead (Verse 4) Now with this outlaw lifestyle that I've been introduced to Money and hoes keep us closer to Lucifer (what's up Kurupt) Steady seducing us and I'm all for it It's the life for me and the law cant spoil it So you can call it what the fuck you want (right) But I'm a baller alcoholic with a sawn-off pump (nigga) My mamma ain't raise no punk and even dead Pac So when I jump off I breathe for Yak Been puttin in work so I walk with a bop And it safe at home so I sleep with a glock (no mistakes) Thug living Ugh what the fuck would be better I do my dirt with the family so we dying together (Verse 5: Edi) We on a mission for mo' gangster shit on you hoes We ain't fucking with you lawyers crossing niggas up out there dough Trying to live Godzilla Edi went from a bad boy To a anybody killer Look out Wanted man guns in hand stand firm Nuts are my pride now lets burn Bound and profound going down swinging Holding my ground we the last ones breathing No stopping till we eating deep in the trenches So many killings it's senseless So in this life I lead I stay protected My god my squad and this thing in my palm Now all my hustling motherfuckers get your money Sing along (Chorus x2) In this life I lead Fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect g's Make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead This motherfucking life I lead nigga You know what time it is Westside Deathrow Dogg Pound Everybody killer Bad boy killer ?? killer Anybody killer Fuck all y'all niggas If it ain't Westside nigga it ain't Pac That's on my momma |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
(Chorus)
there u go.....acting like a hoe.... (I dont know why I'll be fucking wit ch'u (Pac) Was it the liqour that makes me act blind? the times I'm with her anonomous pictures of other niggas tryin to kiss her will i love her,or shall I dis her I'm sick of this scandalous shit I deal wit tryin to paint a perfect picture! My memoriez of jealousy no longer care free.... Cause so much bullshit your girlfriendz keep tellin me I'm on tour but now my bedroomz an open door so it got me thinking what am i tryin for? When I was young I was so very dumb Eager to please, a lil'Trick on a mission tryin 2 get'em a piece Me and my niggaz is Thug niggaz!, former known Drug Dealerz! We don't love bitchez!,and believe they don't love niggaz! I got'em playing my attraction But you became a distraction a threat to my paper stacking I thought you'd change, but now i know Can't turn a hoe into a house wife baby And there u go....... (Chorus) There u there u go, acting like a hoe There u there u go, acting like a hoe! there u there u go, acting like a hoe Acting like a hoe, acting like a hoe! See tha word on tha streetz you're a....hoe just a groupie on a world tour...hoe Now I find out for myself you're a...hoe Girl you need to check yourself..... (Kastro) These silly bitches got this game twisted so I don't claim'em, just bang'em... Papa raised a playa, so playa I'll play'em I got hoez, that got more hoez than me So how I look getting hooked like I ain't got G Truly, cutie, booty big! But that ain't enough And tha head make me beg, still that just ain't enough When I don't trust her, bitch be lying too much She be dying to fuck me, you be buying tha stuff.... (Young Noble) See old friend I know.. your whole M.O.'s preoccupied with mostly gettin' clown after clown town coast to coast see i been trying to stay away from sluts like you got me turned off completely by that shiesty shit that you do knew from jump you aim straight thru them spandex dont front just name spots on your body for me 2 touch while ya clutch this game i keep flowin' like h2o it aint nothin for me to say why you keep actin' like a hoe but there you go (chorus) when i first met her i told her i was busy all the time now she call me flippin' like she miss me all the time how she gonna even trip she got a man at home you need to stop chasing dick, bitch and raise your son i'm like damn we can creep sometime and you know i'm on the road for like weeks at a time girl ya thirsty and stop callin' while i'm workin' ya hurting me all this bullshit is hurtin' me girl there you go (big syke) i blame it on ya momma she need to holla at you or should i blame it on your daddy for all the thinds that you do cuz there you go just like a hoe caught in the streets like giving your number out to every nigga you meet i'm tired of games you playin', so stop playin' you hear what i'm sayin' you only good for parlayin' i'm laying down the rules, its a game that you lose so the streets can have you baby cuz i stay on the move (chorus) |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
Churches burnin, planes fallin from the sky
Murder, the good die young The good definitely die young This is a lil' somethin' To help you get through the day If you could It was more than a tragedy Emotions be grabbin' me Plane fell from the sky We tryin' to figure what happened Burnin' churches, fearin' God Who can be so cruel We all ignorant to AIDS Till it happens to you Just be a man, make plans Listen to your voice A woman's tryin' to make decisions We should leave them a choice Cause who are we to say who lives and die Breathes and stops All this judgement on other lives Needs to stop What are we livin' for Givin' more back than takin' On my knees still waitin' for my own salvation Now I feel abandoned cause Pat Bucanan say I'm greedy You can take my taxes, send me to war But can't feed me It's so easy to regret things After they done Babies catchin' murder cases Scared to laugh in the sun The tragedies that we all need Love in doses In times like these we feel closest The good die young Does anybody have an answer why It seems the good die young Can anybody tell me why Can anybody tell me why Now in my world will it get worse When I been trapped since birth But I had to sleep in a hearse Cause it was my bed first My grands probably burnin' Turnin' in they grave Some folks ain't even get to see a high age But they did so I ain't afraid And this money got me feelin like a star And this murder got me Feelin like my death ain't far And the land (?) and stolen cars Don't get no better Don't get no weaker or no harder I was raised in a rush without my moms And my father So tell me somethin If I grab my gat and get the dumpin' Would God get to lookin' at me funny Rest in peace to my mother Aquillah Beale Rest in peace to my father Salek Beale Rest in peace to my grandparents And thug in peace to my brother Seike You know I love you Witch world first storms (?) and then Al Pac and then Yak Redrey (?) Brown Coulda' sworn I seen ya face in a cloud Family grievin' on your last breath Close to the heart whether you know it or not I swear the love won't stop Jewel, that's my boo Mom, Duke and Lou >From jump You kept it true, helped to feed the crew The good die young Livin' fast jumpin' the gun Mama blamin' the community for killin' her son My cousin Darren wasn't scared of goin' But never knowin' he was dyin' slower I guess I see ya when I see ya soulja Does anybody have an answer why It seems the good die young Can anybody tell me why Can anybody tell me why I know my life ain't promised That's why the wise move in silence Analize these scandalous times It's hard dogg but we manage Schools turn to war zones Even homes unsafe Leavin' children to play caged and raged They hate, how come Someone explain why the good die young Why the bad die slow and outlive everyone It's time somethin' is done For our young kids They growin' opus (??) That ain't the way to live Tell me why Days go past and as they pa s Time move quicker No time for wastin' Put your hustle down my young dealers Cause the end is nearer But at least that's what they tellin' me Hell, all I know brothers Ain't ridin' 4 3 felonys It's time to plan, plot, and strategize Capitolize, mobilize We in the war y'all It's for all y'all My family to the ones that stabbed (?) me Little bit mo' love is what's recommended Yeah, and it's plain to see The seeds from you and me Gon' be the ones to lead us towards unity That's if we treat them right Man, teach them right Raise your kids better than you was And see what it does But if you don't Man, we sho' to be done We'll all see exactly why the good die young Does anybody have an answer why It seems the good die young Can anybody tell me why Can anybody tell me why [Talk] This is for all my homeboys that pa sed away And all yo' homeboys that pa sed away I send this out to all the fallen soldiers That's in the cemetaries buried Never got to see they dreams For everything I touch you touch For every step I take you take For every breath I breather you breathe Every dollar I make you make I told you we'd make it to the sunshine one day You just got there a little quicker But like my homeboys Thugs say I'll catch ya at the crossroads The good die young This song is dedicated to all them Young kids and people that are innocent That died young At Columbine High Rest in Peace (Oklahoma) Outlawz Lil' young Xzandafer Tasha, all them All the fallen kids The dead babies The closed caskets |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [Explicit Version] (2000)
Churches burnin, planes fallin from the sky
Murder, the good die young The good definitely die young This is a lil' somethin' To help you get through the day If you could It was more than a tragedy Emotions be grabbin' me Plane fell from the sky We tryin' to figure what happened Burnin' churches, fearin' God Who can be so cruel We all ignorant to AIDS Till it happens to you Just be a man, make plans Listen to your voice A woman's tryin' to make decisions We should leave them a choice Cause who are we to say who lives and die Breathes and stops All this judgement on other lives Needs to stop What are we livin' for Givin' more back than takin' On my knees still waitin' for my own salvation Now I feel abandoned cause Pat Bucanan say I'm greedy You can take my taxes, send me to war But can't feed me It's so easy to regret things After they done Babies catchin' murder cases Scared to laugh in the sun The tragedies that we all need Love in doses In times like these we feel closest The good die young Does anybody have an answer why It seems the good die young Can anybody tell me why Can anybody tell me why Now in my world will it get worse When I been trapped since birth But I had to sleep in a hearse Cause it was my bed first My grands probably burnin' Turnin' in they grave Some folks ain't even get to see a high age But they did so I ain't afraid And this money got me feelin like a star And this murder got me Feelin like my death ain't far And the land (?) and stolen cars Don't get no better Don't get no weaker or no harder I was raised in a rush without my moms And my father So tell me somethin If I grab my gat and get the dumpin' Would God get to lookin' at me funny Rest in peace to my mother Aquillah Beale Rest in peace to my father Salek Beale Rest in peace to my grandparents And thug in peace to my brother Seike You know I love you Witch world first storms (?) and then Al Pac and then Yak Redrey (?) Brown Coulda' sworn I seen ya face in a cloud Family grievin' on your last breath Close to the heart whether you know it or not I swear the love won't stop Jewel, that's my boo Mom, Duke and Lou >From jump You kept it true, helped to feed the crew The good die young Livin' fast jumpin' the gun Mama blamin' the community for killin' her son My cousin Darren wasn't scared of goin' But never knowin' he was dyin' slower I guess I see ya when I see ya soulja Does anybody have an answer why It seems the good die young Can anybody tell me why Can anybody tell me why I know my life ain't promised That's why the wise move in silence Analize these scandalous times It's hard dogg but we manage Schools turn to war zones Even homes unsafe Leavin' children to play caged and raged They hate, how come Someone explain why the good die young Why the bad die slow and outlive everyone It's time somethin' is done For our young kids They growin' opus (??) That ain't the way to live Tell me why Days go past and as they pa s Time move quicker No time for wastin' Put your hustle down my young dealers Cause the end is nearer But at least that's what they tellin' me Hell, all I know brothers Ain't ridin' 4 3 felonys It's time to plan, plot, and strategize Capitolize, mobilize We in the war y'all It's for all y'all My family to the ones that stabbed (?) me Little bit mo' love is what's recommended Yeah, and it's plain to see The seeds from you and me Gon' be the ones to lead us towards unity That's if we treat them right Man, teach them right Raise your kids better than you was And see what it does But if you don't Man, we sho' to be done We'll all see exactly why the good die young Does anybody have an answer why It seems the good die young Can anybody tell me why Can anybody tell me why [Talk] This is for all my homeboys that pa sed away And all yo' homeboys that pa sed away I send this out to all the fallen soldiers That's in the cemetaries buried Never got to see they dreams For everything I touch you touch For every step I take you take For every breath I breather you breathe Every dollar I make you make I told you we'd make it to the sunshine one day You just got there a little quicker But like my homeboys Thugs say I'll catch ya at the crossroads The good die young This song is dedicated to all them Young kids and people that are innocent That died young At Columbine High Rest in Peace (Oklahoma) Outlawz Lil' young Xzandafer Tasha, all them All the fallen kids The dead babies The closed caskets |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
(hahhh, hahaha) Hehehe, word It's like all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni a, haha) Tell me how you feel homey (Yeah, it took a week to go down) You recollects and see how crazy it sounds The whole town's on a mission, adolescents (penitentary bound) (Now ducin Young Trigga) Since birth, eyes set on gettin bigger Just anotha wild-a s ni a (But he was fiendin for Precious) WHAT? (But Precious was a ghetto girl) Couldn't be no sex without that gold Lexus (But Lil' Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his papers) Seein visions of people smokin and ni az catchin vapors Got his man from around the corner (we'll call him Lil' Mo) (Been in so many reform schools they had to let him go) (Here's where the plot thickens) They got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin (They call the squad, hittin blocks with they guns blowin) (Somebody's gonna die tonight) Still no one's knowin, so they kept goin Catchin dealers comin out they cars (will they survive?) (Two semi-automatic nines, them ni az died) (Plus nobody in the hood cries, it's like they celebrate to death and wish they could die) So peep the lesson But wait a minute back to Precious She's snortin dope in the back seat of Trigg's Lexus TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets [Lawz] TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets (Don't let these ghetto streets get you, Precious) (was the victim, from a dime to a nickel) Hopin God's blessings stick with ya Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who's gettin bigger Familiar face, but a man now, it's Lil' Trigga Now Lil' Mo was a soldier to the fullest Down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets (All he wanted was to be a thug) Never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love (Here's where it gets ya) Now Precious is pregnant, Lil' Trigga is happy He wants to marry her now (not knowin he ain't the daddy) But Precious was lonely while Lil' Trigga was makin dough She's slippin in secret places and gettin with Lil' Mo The neighborhood's buzzin, now people are talkin Lil' Trigga's gettin pictures of the both of 'em walkin (Hand in hand, couldn't understand) How his baby's mama could disapear with another man (and his best friend) Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you don't believe me Then watch the way that this story ends and maybe you'll see There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in killin Just the smoke from the cap peelin a man with no feelings TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets Bury you dead and look ahead A man with no feelings [Lawz] TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets That's all we got left, that's all [Outlawz] Now with the problems of poverty and the tricks to these tales How many people'll die how many'll live to tell Although best friends before Lil' Trigga and Mo (They in an all out war, over a fiend they ain't know) Behind the curtains their privacy lust is already laid down The results is the same with different names and it turns out Y'all know how it is, same old thing in the same old town Lil' Trigg got his nose wide open on this one trick, now he's played out Think it's Lil' Mo (was plottin plans on gettin bigger) (Precious was his way to put his hands on Lil' Trigga) All the while let's look at Precious Too dumb to see what's goin down (too doped up to ask questions) Used to be comrades (but now we blast on sight) What could be so bad (God, will we last tonight?) From misdemeanors to felonies, small-time to sellin ki's I can't believe the s t they tellin me They open fire, three bodies drop, so call the cops (Precious, Lil' Mo and Trigg) TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Aiy QBIII in this motherf ker Teardrops and closed caskets We dedicate this to all the fallen comrades (that's right) All the homies that didn't make it to see this day (rest in peace) [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Yaknahmean? I know it's hard out there, heheh with teardrops and closed caskets It's like that's all we got to look forward to these days Murders, brothers dyin, funerals [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] s t, it's like I done ran out of suits homey I done ran out of tears Know we gon' have to do somethin y'all We gon' have to do somethin [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Cause I know all these mothers is tired of seein the same thing (rest in peace) Teardrops and closed caskets I send this out to M'thulu Geronimo and to, all the fallen comrades, all the soldiers [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone (to the homey Boonie, rest in peace ni a) [Pac] All the homies that fell, all the homies May God bless your families May you always live in the motherf kin heart [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] In a thug ni az heart forever (that's right) Rest in peace ni a May your enemies be deceased, dead on the streets We can't have peace til the ni az get a piece [Nate] Will I.. |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [Explicit Version] (2000)
(hahhh, hahaha) Hehehe, word
It's like all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni a, haha) Tell me how you feel homey (Yeah, it took a week to go down) You recollects and see how crazy it sounds The whole town's on a mission, adolescents (penitentary bound) (Now ducin Young Trigga) Since birth, eyes set on gettin bigger Just anotha wild-a s ni a (But he was fiendin for Precious) WHAT? (But Precious was a ghetto girl) Couldn't be no sex without that gold Lexus (But Lil' Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his papers) Seein visions of people smokin and ni az catchin vapors Got his man from around the corner (we'll call him Lil' Mo) (Been in so many reform schools they had to let him go) (Here's where the plot thickens) They got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin (They call the squad, hittin blocks with they guns blowin) (Somebody's gonna die tonight) Still no one's knowin, so they kept goin Catchin dealers comin out they cars (will they survive?) (Two semi-automatic nines, them ni az died) (Plus nobody in the hood cries, it's like they celebrate to death and wish they could die) So peep the lesson But wait a minute back to Precious She's snortin dope in the back seat of Trigg's Lexus TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets [Lawz] TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets (Don't let these ghetto streets get you, Precious) (was the victim, from a dime to a nickel) Hopin God's blessings stick with ya Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who's gettin bigger Familiar face, but a man now, it's Lil' Trigga Now Lil' Mo was a soldier to the fullest Down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets (All he wanted was to be a thug) Never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love (Here's where it gets ya) Now Precious is pregnant, Lil' Trigga is happy He wants to marry her now (not knowin he ain't the daddy) But Precious was lonely while Lil' Trigga was makin dough She's slippin in secret places and gettin with Lil' Mo The neighborhood's buzzin, now people are talkin Lil' Trigga's gettin pictures of the both of 'em walkin (Hand in hand, couldn't understand) How his baby's mama could disapear with another man (and his best friend) Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you don't believe me Then watch the way that this story ends and maybe you'll see There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in killin Just the smoke from the cap peelin a man with no feelings TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets Bury you dead and look ahead A man with no feelings [Lawz] TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets That's all we got left, that's all [Outlawz] Now with the problems of poverty and the tricks to these tales How many people'll die how many'll live to tell Although best friends before Lil' Trigga and Mo (They in an all out war, over a fiend they ain't know) Behind the curtains their privacy lust is already laid down The results is the same with different names and it turns out Y'all know how it is, same old thing in the same old town Lil' Trigg got his nose wide open on this one trick, now he's played out Think it's Lil' Mo (was plottin plans on gettin bigger) (Precious was his way to put his hands on Lil' Trigga) All the while let's look at Precious Too dumb to see what's goin down (too doped up to ask questions) Used to be comrades (but now we blast on sight) What could be so bad (God, will we last tonight?) From misdemeanors to felonies, small-time to sellin ki's I can't believe the s t they tellin me They open fire, three bodies drop, so call the cops (Precious, Lil' Mo and Trigg) TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Aiy QBIII in this motherf ker Teardrops and closed caskets We dedicate this to all the fallen comrades (that's right) All the homies that didn't make it to see this day (rest in peace) [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Yaknahmean? I know it's hard out there, heheh with teardrops and closed caskets It's like that's all we got to look forward to these days Murders, brothers dyin, funerals [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] s t, it's like I done ran out of suits homey I done ran out of tears Know we gon' have to do somethin y'all We gon' have to do somethin [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Cause I know all these mothers is tired of seein the same thing (rest in peace) Teardrops and closed caskets I send this out to M'thulu Geronimo and to, all the fallen comrades, all the soldiers [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone (to the homey Boonie, rest in peace ni a) [Pac] All the homies that fell, all the homies May God bless your families May you always live in the motherf kin heart [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] In a thug ni az heart forever (that's right) Rest in peace ni a May your enemies be deceased, dead on the streets We can't have peace til the ni az get a piece [Nate] Will I.. |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight f k it, we gone flip some new s t now You heard "All Eyez on Me," ni az know what time it is (Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that Rhymin and stealin, sellin five million (Outlaw.. ninety-nine) Fresh out on bail, ni az still can't see me (Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein) That's how it is Now we got a new motherf kin plan, and a new mission (Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw) Competition, so they say, these ni az is gay (Outlaw - Outlaw) Blast me? It could never happen At least not while I'm walkin and rappin Heard of some ni az on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me (Throw ya hands up, hands up) They can't hide, listen to the rough s t, my click (Throw ya motherf kin hands up) I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni az can't f k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni az can't f k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy Don't want to hurt a soul ni a, so don't make me I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through But that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets Even on the other side brothers die, but ride ni az get high off a slow form of suicide Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties I live my life to f kin mo', exposin tragically How can we find some peace and ni az still ain't get a piece I know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat I'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through to become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears 2Pac + Young Noble I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni az can't f k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni az can't f k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears Thugged out baby! [Young Noble] We don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT? We don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still wanna be a thug? Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends Seeking a better path, expose a better half of me Blast for me, the task after me For a few years sheddin tattooed tears like Gram' Sammy, we feudin for the whole damn family We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time Outlawz locked down for some past crimes Fast dimes made my stash grow smaller Your block ain't no harder, fake baller [Napoleon] ni a it's like this I been thuggin just for the cause of it Out to get all of it, but I'll never loose my balls and s t And it's all for the pressure that'll make me cock my s t up off the dresser Made ni a mafia of course my ni as gonna test ya Answers to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson Still stucked up in a f k session, Jersey where the ni az flexin Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die So ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe me my life for the things he did, but I turn my pleasure into sin Blazed out sheddin tattoed tears s t.. ain't no unity in my community it's do or die Seein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin high as life replays like time; underhanded schemes to get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime My enemies want me squeezed They get dumped like 3's, with 57 wasted at they knees Please beware we thugs revolution size Criminals dare be last mental me intitutionalize Locked down, got many shell shocked, now Holdin down fort like I'm stuck in court cell block style Yo I been loosin sleep, stay awake way past late Visions of killers en ma se at the blast mayne As I lay here gatted down and tatted Knowin now it's hard to slow down for a addict It's been years of stugglin, guzzlin beers Beefin and never even, ain't no love in the air And I suffer my s t in hell, talkin to the heavens Walkin thru the valley of death with my fellas I lost a lot, startin with hope I tried And for every tattoo I got a moment I cried I'm thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell pain Step in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brain I'ma hold it down tho', with all the struggle to bear Ain't nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tears Come on... |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [Explicit Version] (2000)
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight f k it, we gone flip some new s t now You heard "All Eyez on Me," ni az know what time it is (Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that Rhymin and stealin, sellin five million (Outlaw.. ninety-nine) Fresh out on bail, ni az still can't see me (Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein) That's how it is Now we got a new motherf kin plan, and a new mission (Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw) Competition, so they say, these ni az is gay (Outlaw - Outlaw) Blast me? It could never happen At least not while I'm walkin and rappin Heard of some ni az on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me (Throw ya hands up, hands up) They can't hide, listen to the rough s t, my click (Throw ya motherf kin hands up) I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni az can't f k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni az can't f k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy Don't want to hurt a soul ni a, so don't make me I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through But that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets Even on the other side brothers die, but ride ni az get high off a slow form of suicide Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties I live my life to f kin mo', exposin tragically How can we find some peace and ni az still ain't get a piece I know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat I'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through to become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears 2Pac + Young Noble I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni az can't f k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni az can't f k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears Thugged out baby! [Young Noble] We don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT? We don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still wanna be a thug? Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends Seeking a better path, expose a better half of me Blast for me, the task after me For a few years sheddin tattooed tears like Gram' Sammy, we feudin for the whole damn family We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time Outlawz locked down for some past crimes Fast dimes made my stash grow smaller Your block ain't no harder, fake baller [Napoleon] ni a it's like this I been thuggin just for the cause of it Out to get all of it, but I'll never loose my balls and s t And it's all for the pressure that'll make me cock my s t up off the dresser Made ni a mafia of course my ni as gonna test ya Answers to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson Still stucked up in a f k session, Jersey where the ni az flexin Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die So ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe me my life for the things he did, but I turn my pleasure into sin Blazed out sheddin tattoed tears s t.. ain't no unity in my community it's do or die Seein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin high as life replays like time; underhanded schemes to get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime My enemies want me squeezed They get dumped like 3's, with 57 wasted at they knees Please beware we thugs revolution size Criminals dare be last mental me intitutionalize Locked down, got many shell shocked, now Holdin down fort like I'm stuck in court cell block style Yo I been loosin sleep, stay awake way past late Visions of killers en ma se at the blast mayne As I lay here gatted down and tatted Knowin now it's hard to slow down for a addict It's been years of stugglin, guzzlin beers Beefin and never even, ain't no love in the air And I suffer my s t in hell, talkin to the heavens Walkin thru the valley of death with my fellas I lost a lot, startin with hope I tried And for every tattoo I got a moment I cried I'm thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell pain Step in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brain I'ma hold it down tho', with all the struggle to bear Ain't nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tears Come on... |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
Dear Lord
As we down here, struggle for as long as we know In search of a paradise to touch (my nigga Johnny J) Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go The only place for us I know, try to make the best of bad situations Seems to be my life's story Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain And can't nobody live this life for me It's a ride y'all, a long hard ride Somebody break me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed the semen Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop From a single drop, this is what they got Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser Only plan he had for momma was to fuck her and abuse her Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me Stranded on welfare, another broken family Now what was I to be, a product of this heated passion Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of ass Look how it began, nobody gave a fuck about me Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me How can I survive? Got me askin white Jesus will a nigga live or die, cause the Lord can't see us in the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine No sunny days and we only play sometimes When everybody's sleepin I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own on the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn You can buy rocks glocks or a herringbone You can ask my man Ishmael Reed Keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pass the weed nigga That Hennessey'll keep me keyed nigga Everywhere I go niggaz holla at me, "Keep it real G" And my reply til they kill me Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise Still I (still I) I rise (I rise) Please give me to the sky (the sky) And if (and if) I die (I die) I don't want you to cry I stay sharp as always Runnin ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways Dumpin crews like two's, nigga all day Secrets of war prepare me for the worst A life that's lavish full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse But now my dreams it seeems though, be placin triple beams and things bro Diamond pinkie ring got the loot poppin out my jeans |
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from Black And White [Explicit Version] (Black And White) [ost] (2000)
(feat. One Eye, Tha Outlawz)
[Intro:] Yeah, Outlawin it Fuckas aint ready for this Thug Life, like that Where you at? Fuck y'all [Young Noble] It ain't nuthin but a thug thing Let my nuts hang to the floor, oh no Please Young No', let 'em go I wan't mo' Go to the game in befo' Lettin 'em know, exactly the way the game go But it ain't No', shame in my game bitch, they know I'm flat broke, ran up in the session of an echo Now I'm trouble with the metal, had a score to settle Now it's me against the world, Young Outlaw rebel Mouthin off, what I tell you don't do that shit Give a fuck about ya fifth, I chew through that shit Do that shit, Outlawz comin equipped Spit ya rhyme now nigga, with a gun on ya lip Watch this Rhyme now nigga, spit ya rhyme now with a gun on ya lip Watch this, eat a dick, bitch [Napolean] I'm a heartless, dark nigga from out the darkness Thugged out better hand, ready to spark this Off the meter, going to my nine millimeter This Napolean, Outlaw, should be strong, willin to fly see Nothin me to fuck ya hood, gum bleed ain't nuthin to me Pussy eater, or am I a thug eater Punk beater, I show you that these slugs will they deal ya Hard be out crowd will make em the squad Probaly burn the shit apart, Napolean, Mr. Bonaparte The part of war you can call art And Jersey is a bitch reign, a cat to use a fuckin bark You faggot ass low heart ass nigga [Chorus: Tha Outlawz] Stand for something, don't fall for nothin Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin So yo button your lip just for frontin y'all get, Hit with every last bullet up in the clip Stand for something, don't fall for nothin Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin Jumpin for the hell of it, bluffin will never get a nigga rich So yo come with some better shit [One Eye] Life, bright lights and guns Gritty nights in the slum, pretty right for bum Some pain become sunshine, but when it rain I'm on the frontline Slangin dimes, bangin that one time I've done mine, one frime after the other one Massacre, clap wit ya, scatter and smother 'em You run for cover, my caliber is like the size of crumb Another dumb nigga thinkin they come? That's foul, they got you thinkin you too wild to be hung Seekin, to be broke and when the heat soakin Moapin, open ya throat nigga keep chokin [Chip Banks] Ay yo One Eye, Ya got Banky out here on the west Cream Teamin it with no vest but two techs Can't trust 'em fuck 'em, might as well buck 'em Leave 'em layin there leakin, the coroner 'a touch 'em Y'all niggas better watch what you say in your raps Better yet, who you aimin it at Cuz I'mma wanna know, where ya knuckle games at Cream Team a number one, holdin down my spot Ya corn balls got me feelin just like pop Bout to run all ya coward niggas outta hip hop When it come to Chip Banks, niggas don't know Whether to call me Banky Baby or Nino It's the Cream Team Senator/Governor Thug out a pretty sluggin ya, too much for ya While ya hidin for me, I'm fuckin ya baby mother [Chorus x2] [Outro:] Ya niggas better keep ya fuckin shit tight Come with some better shit, word up Chip Banks, done birth Fuckin world up Strife doin nigga, Cream Team Where my Harlem niggas at? East side, East West Coast, word up word up Out there, for all ya Word up Fuckin word nigga Told ya niggas it's comin |
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from Black and White [Clean Version] (Black and White) [ost] (2000)
(feat. One Eye, Tha Outlawz)
[Intro:] Yeah, Outlawin it Fuckas aint ready for this Thug Life, like that Where you at? Fuck y'all [Young Noble] It ain't nuthin but a thug thing Let my nuts hang to the floor, oh no Please Young No', let 'em go I wan't mo' Go to the game in befo' Lettin 'em know, exactly the way the game go But it ain't No', shame in my game bitch, they know I'm flat broke, ran up in the session of an echo Now I'm trouble with the metal, had a score to settle Now it's me against the world, Young Outlaw rebel Mouthin off, what I tell you don't do that shit Give a fuck about ya fifth, I chew through that shit Do that shit, Outlawz comin equipped Spit ya rhyme now nigga, with a gun on ya lip Watch this Rhyme now nigga, spit ya rhyme now with a gun on ya lip Watch this, eat a dick, bitch [Napolean] I'm a heartless, dark nigga from out the darkness Thugged out better hand, ready to spark this Off the meter, going to my nine millimeter This Napolean, Outlaw, should be strong, willin to fly see Nothin me to fuck ya hood, gum bleed ain't nuthin to me Pussy eater, or am I a thug eater Punk beater, I show you that these slugs will they deal ya Hard be out crowd will make em the squad Probaly burn the shit apart, Napolean, Mr. Bonaparte The part of war you can call art And Jersey is a bitch reign, a cat to use a fuckin bark You faggot ass low heart ass nigga [Chorus: Tha Outlawz] Stand for something, don't fall for nothin Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin So yo button your lip just for frontin y'all get, Hit with every last bullet up in the clip Stand for something, don't fall for nothin Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin Jumpin for the hell of it, bluffin will never get a nigga rich So yo come with some better shit [One Eye] Life, bright lights and guns Gritty nights in the slum, pretty right for bum Some pain become sunshine, but when it rain I'm on the frontline Slangin dimes, bangin that one time I've done mine, one frime after the other one Massacre, clap wit ya, scatter and smother 'em You run for cover, my caliber is like the size of crumb Another dumb nigga thinkin they come? That's foul, they got you thinkin you too wild to be hung Seekin, to be broke and when the heat soakin Moapin, open ya throat nigga keep chokin [Chip Banks] Ay yo One Eye, Ya got Banky out here on the west Cream Teamin it with no vest but two techs Can't trust 'em fuck 'em, might as well buck 'em Leave 'em layin there leakin, the coroner 'a touch 'em Y'all niggas better watch what you say in your raps Better yet, who you aimin it at Cuz I'mma wanna know, where ya knuckle games at Cream Team a number one, holdin down my spot Ya corn balls got me feelin just like pop Bout to run all ya coward niggas outta hip hop When it come to Chip Banks, niggas don't know Whether to call me Banky Baby or Nino It's the Cream Team Senator/Governor Thug out a pretty sluggin ya, too much for ya While ya hidin for me, I'm fuckin ya baby mother [Chorus x2] [Outro:] Ya niggas better keep ya fuckin shit tight Come with some better shit, word up Chip Banks, done birth Fuckin world up Strife doin nigga, Cream Team Where my Harlem niggas at? East side, East West Coast, word up word up Out there, for all ya Word up Fuckin word nigga Told ya niggas it's comin |
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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
(feat. Kaillion)
(Chorus-Shaffar) So many stories in the city I live in I soak up the game, that everyone plays I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way (Verse 1-Napoleon) It's been hard on us, day by day Watchin my step gotta play where I lay Now why this mother fucker wanna test me out It's this thang I'ma protect myself and blow his brains out Cold on the streets never talk on the phone And the main thing is never bring a snake in your home But that's hard black, why? Cuz half the time them niggaz be in your face smilin and shit but you don't know that And I don't know why that nigga jealous of me When he could do the same shit that pay me In the streets breed a lot of killaz That's why corners full of hate and the young ones is cap peelers But they don't feel us when we're drownin in our own blood And they don't know when we go home it's no love So what's the use of us carin and shit And that's the reason we buy guns, load 'em up and spit 'em at shit (Chorus-Shaffar) So many stories in the city I live in I soak up the game, that everyone plays I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way (Verse 2) (Young Noble) I know niggaz that was kings that turned into fiends The nigga lost everything jewels and dreams He losin teams, the murder rate higher than ever Niggaz need more than weed gettin higher than ever Nuts in the streets my roots ain't nothin but deep Niggaz roam with the heat just for somethin to eat Niggaz sell to under covers then snitch on they brothers Everybody sayin fuck us, I know God love us (Mil a.k.a Hellraza) I was raised when I cried in the household Turned me into a nut But these niggaz didn't know Just from bein home I seen enough before I learned the streets I knew all about a gun 'cause my background was deep A little dirty nigga holdin my pants when I run It's a chance you gotta take everyday in the slums This for the hoods where, certain people scared to come I had a heart as a young nigga, now I don't fear none (Chorus-Shaffar) So many stories in the city I live in I soak up the game, that everyone plays I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way (Verse 3-Kastro) I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind What more can I say it been that way a long time And anybody, who think that rude Can suck my dick until they spit my baby girl need food I was young, when Pac put my hands on a gun And told me life is what you make it And stripes you gotta take them It took a while for me to over stand I was only 12 but I felt like a grown man And livin on, and that which does not kill me can only make me strong But ya'll niggaz don't hear me though My souljah story, for glorious pain While I'm game you niggaz playin, played out and lame This shit hurt, my mind blind my dick in the dirt And I'm so sick of bein tired, and tired of bein hurt I search out the truth, and that shit worse I swear it's a curse that the church can't nurse, come on (Chorus-Shaffar) So many stories in the city I live in I soak up the game, that everyone plays I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [Explicit Version] (2000)
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz War Time War Time, it's either yourz or mine Outlawz be on a grind, and a mission to shine And ride on em', leave em' stuck and fucked from the gate Set it straight, regulate wit' a bomb I'm about to detonate (Boom!) Hesitate, aww, now you know what ya'll niggaz were here to go If you know it was good for ya Buncha toy souljahs all dressed in fatigue But I'm Edi Amin on a mission to make em bleed Nigga what?, Nigga who? It was cool? and at you?, what the fuck is gone do? Barbecue and boo-hoo Ride or die, get money all at the same time Split the pie with the homie, ball at the same time Any nigga splippin', fall at the same time We all links in the chain, tryin to gain, do time We all see the sunshine But when you could do yourz, we'll bring these muthafuckas war You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz As I approach the scene, from smokin' green Got my eyes closed, niggaz so cold on my foes I make em' die froze Watch me make em' bleed, make em' G's Lord help me wit'it Got me paintin' pictures of a mil-ticket Help me get'it See me and pray for options but the pressures nonstop Niggaz get the pistol poppin' And watch they body drop I'm a lethal threat, watch me hit your set Flash on, blast on them bitch-made niggaz wit' my mask on Do it for profit, plus I'm, lookin for punks to bust on If you ain't screamin' WestSide, you can get the fuck on I'm seein' demons hittin' weed Got me hearin' screamin' Scared to go to sleep, watch the scene like a dope-fiend Probably be punished for it, though you can't ignore it I live the life of a thug nigga, and die for it Niggaz pass the clip and watch me bring em to the floor I got some shit that they ain't ready for (What you got?) I got the Secretz of War You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz We do this thug life shit, like 4, 5, 6, dick em' Down wit' no rounds left up in the pound when the sounds (Here we go) Squeeze the lead off, I blow his mutha fuckin' head off Signal all the other outlawz to get this shit set off Yaki Kadafi, it ain't a cop here to stop me These streetz is black hockey and raw we get sloppy Put a pamper on your silly ass prestyle grammar Locked in the slammer, while I'm layed cocked back like a hammer Ya'll newly weds that in honey moons, times bout up Ya'll, that means I leave no trace found with you face, bounce, stuck Your pig scanners can't come close touch or even hit me Doin' my dirt, puttin' in work, you see shit, what you gonna do? You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz Yo, we go to war We check the murder rate percentage Niggaz is finished Get blood checks from clinics This thug shit is in us Flowin' through my system, you a victim Blunts, I twist em', fuck the whole world It's us against them you got some heat? Pull it out Cock the hammer if you wit' it, don't make No difference here, with the 25 to life sentence We already doin' life on the streetz Like algae, niggaz be heated, when they walkin' the beat This shit is flaky, makin' backs shaky, niggaz hate me Scared to face me, knowin' that the Outlawz blaze me Pull me up on game, put me up on a hustle Once I suck my money muscle, all the G's got devils Movin' shit like a dollar, beatin' niggaz like Rodney Turn a killa like Kadafi, and a nuke stream to stop me You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz We go to war Bring it on And all you lil' young ass souljahs You play this shit back about fifteen times You'll have enough game to roll up in a club or somethin Teach these bitches a lil' somethin', you know what I mean? |
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from 2Pac - Resurrection (2003)
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz War Time War Time, it's either yourz or mine Outlawz be on a grind, and a mission to shine And ride on em', leave em' stuck and fucked from the gate Set it straight, regulate wit' a bomb I'm about to detonate (Boom!) Hesitate, aww, now you know what ya'll niggaz were here to go If you know it was good for ya Buncha toy souljahs all dressed in fatigue But I'm Edi Amin on a mission to make em bleed Nigga what?, Nigga who? It was cool? and at you?, what the fuck is gone do? Barbecue and boo-hoo Ride or die, get money all at the same time Split the pie with the homie, ball at the same time Any nigga splippin', fall at the same time We all links in the chain, tryin to gain, do time We all see the sunshine But when you could do yourz, we'll bring these muthafuckas war You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz As I approach the scene, from smokin' green Got my eyes closed, niggaz so cold on my foes I make em' die froze Watch me make em' bleed, make em' G's Lord help me wit'it Got me paintin' pictures of a mil-ticket Help me get'it See me and pray for options but the pressures nonstop Niggaz get the pistol poppin' And watch they body drop I'm a lethal threat, watch me hit your set Flash on, blast on them bitch-made niggaz wit' my mask on Do it for profit, plus I'm, lookin for punks to bust on If you ain't screamin' WestSide, you can get the fuck on I'm seein' demons hittin' weed Got me hearin' screamin' Scared to go to sleep, watch the scene like a dope-fiend Probably be punished for it, though you can't ignore it I live the life of a thug nigga, and die for it Niggaz pass the clip and watch me bring em to the floor I got some shit that they ain't ready for (What you got?) I got the Secretz of War You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz We do this thug life shit, like 4, 5, 6, dick em' Down wit' no rounds left up in the pound when the sounds (Here we go) Squeeze the lead off, I blow his mutha fuckin' head off Signal all the other outlawz to get this shit set off Yaki Kadafi, it ain't a cop here to stop me These streetz is black hockey and raw we get sloppy Put a pamper on your silly ass prestyle grammar Locked in the slammer, while I'm layed cocked back like a hammer Ya'll newly weds that in honey moons, times bout up Ya'll, that means I leave no trace found with you face, bounce, stuck Your pig scanners can't come close touch or even hit me Doin' my dirt, puttin' in work, you see shit, what you gonna do? You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz Yo, we go to war We check the murder rate percentage Niggaz is finished Get blood checks from clinics This thug shit is in us Flowin' through my system, you a victim Blunts, I twist em', fuck the whole world It's us against them you got some heat? Pull it out Cock the hammer if you wit' it, don't make No difference here, with the 25 to life sentence We already doin' life on the streetz Like algae, niggaz be heated, when they walkin' the beat This shit is flaky, makin' backs shaky, niggaz hate me Scared to face me, knowin' that the Outlawz blaze me Pull me up on game, put me up on a hustle Once I suck my money muscle, all the G's got devils Movin' shit like a dollar, beatin' niggaz like Rodney Turn a killa like Kadafi, and a nuke stream to stop me You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz We go to war Bring it on And all you lil' young ass souljahs You play this shit back about fifteen times You'll have enough game to roll up in a club or somethin Teach these bitches a lil' somethin', you know what I mean? |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
(2Pac)
If you a bad boy (Chorus: repeat 2X) If you a bad boy then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up when the rob me Put another contract on Mobb Deep (Hussein Fatal) I focus my locus thought on my enemies Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy And as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar Strap in back to the corners droppin on to spin the tires My man define ya 357 anaconda This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted (Tupac) Ever since mama got fucked and papa ducked out Look at us murderous thugs showin less love in the drug house Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage Bring chaos causin damage on our quest for cabbage They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it Most wanted by the population murdered you for it Exploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release Criminal orders across the waters bringin the war to the streets Why fear me, fear the shit I speak Once this shit drop it's heard on every fuckin street Like the sound of police who run the street really And every hood let you grow From the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O' And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step My homie buried at an early age hustled to death His last breath, a lesson I posses like jewels Stay thugged out keep it movin' (Yaki Khadafi) Halfway thugs are buged when we stalk the streets Sort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets You speak the big pussy throw down and drop it Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket Getting mine with nine coked extorting Block shots with 22's with my socks with the butt hangin out the chalk You never seen time I travel across the mean crime My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin Catch my body like haitian 5 minutes from the station (Young Noble) Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence The bigger prick don't mean no evidence or proof the I was present At the scene of the crime around 10 niggas bleed After they made this punk fag motherfucker bleed All the money was bloody as shit, y'all niggas shoulda seen it Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees shit The glock to your head nigga, don't let inside action Hit innocent by - standers when he blasted, shot fucken backwards Little homies puttin work for stripes But is it worth your life a g - rides runnin red lights I wish somebody would have t old me then Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell they can hold me in Caucassian crazy like Arabians Hold this spot like some niggas fade me in having the scene chase me When they want the product nigga I got the smoke Got the weed and the coke what you need what you want What you working with I'm some immortal shit Outlawz we straight hurtin shit use artillery to murder with Put then on the box gangsta party like Pac Lifes hard from the ox me and my niggas on top (2Pac: repeat 5X) I know the law hate me dearly, comin for me We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin on E (Nuttso) With the leaded Pac, fuck the law Carry steal cause I live in the nigga side of the law Ridin' foes cause I can't let hoes catch me slippin Quick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin Ridin high, blazing, kryptonite got a nigga dazing Burpin and smurkin got on his knees before I grave em Ride em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped At a stop light in a growin night, this motherfucken trick Slide over so I can dip and put it in him Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I sent it Hit the pedal now we high speeding With the metal trying to make these motherfuckers die freezing Up the way I seen him slow down Shit!! I think I'm gonna bust these hoes down Caught them runnin on e it kind of funny to me They know they was fuckin with me but they dumb to see (2Pac) Open up fire watchin me spy when my shells split em Plus all them tricks and the bitches go to hell with em Fuck em they phony claimin they homies but the foes Speakin on thug niggas daily while we nailing they hoes Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation Words known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation Crooked thoughts cops get bought no longer caught Did you cry when my girl died Put out the hit politc niggas worldwide grabbin my dick I'll never learn take away the pain with sherm Throwin gas on my enemies watchin them burn Call my posse, I'm shootin up the casket take the body Whip the corpse like a piaata and party His last breath a straight lesson I posses like jewels Stay thugged out keep it movin (Chorus till fade) |
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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
(feat. Big Syke)
(Verse 1-E.D.I. Mean) But we the last motha fuckaz breathin You don't beleive us then watch us ya tuned in To them Outlaw ridaz, block survivors Killa Kadafi beside us Reppin that thug shit until they bury or hide us Tellin all of my street souljah's to rise up From East to West Coast yo, don't let 'em stop ya It's a cold, hard way we livin Can't out just me, and live to smoke a little Watch my children grow a little Get this money, escape the prison My jail niggaz doin time I feel ya pain, get out rise It ain't nothin but a come up Outlaw Recordz it's official street niggaz gettin this money legal We all in together now, ballin together now Secrets of war young busta you better learn about Bust, if you must, plus Get in the business when the jealous niggaz fuck with us (Chorus-Kastro) We was taught, at all costs hold down fort And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court Where money, power, guns is boss And countin big funs is the favorite sport We must rise, maximize our size Look alive, be advised it's a war outside It's like dodge city, not pretty But don't nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise (Verse 2-Napoleon) Pause nigga 'fore these shells fall with ya 'Bout to four fifth ya, still don't get the picture Thuggin on 'em actin sleep when I'm plottin on 'em This little bitty bullet will make his body turn rotten on 'em Sick them rottweiler's on him, did snatch some dollars from him Bling bling that punk nigga, take the diamonds from him Never had no love for him, nigga we solo Passin out bullets like they promo Oh no, Outlawz comin through Nothin but trouble too, we still do the shit that Pac used to do Who would of knew, that I'd be pointin guns at you Takin funs from you, makin fun at you Busta, ain't nothin but a Jersey ride nigga Have my fanny so white, enough to sniff lines nigga Napoleon, a.k.a Maximus My plans for this, is rise up, stack chips, nigga rise (Chorus-Kastro) We was taught, at all costs hold down fort And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court Where money, power, guns is boss And countin big funs is the favorite sport We must rise, maximize our size Look alive, be advised it's a war outside It's like dodge city, not pretty But don't nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise (Verse 3) (Young Noble) Addicted to adrenaline rush That the streets give off from 5-0 when the heat bust off And I paint it the same cuz I mastermind And every game ain't the same gotta change with the times And get left behind, blessed by God The judge tryin to stretch the charge Young niggaz gotta rise up fuck the narcs Motha fuckaz can't take orders You ain't a souljah nigga don't blame Noble It's the life of ya kid 25 to life bid Four five to wig, dyin tryin to live The streets is a restin place and yesterday And nigga ain't no such thing as extra pay So give me mine today, and get yours tomorrow Nigga Pac left the Thug Life love to follow And I'm O-U-T loyal 'till my casket drop Hustle hard 'till it's hard for the cash to stop, we must rise (Big Syke) Makaveli Kadafi, meant to Big Kato Only ridaz in this day that's killin willin and able Gang related incorporated, you can't fade it Haters gotta hate and ridaz glad that we made it Make it take it to the next level Now change the game, fuck the fame Bang 'em scrape on the hang It ain't no thang to rise above the rest Pass any test, you mention Thug Life you mention the best So invest in a vest, come bang with the best The sunrise in the East but my set in the West Still risin for my nigga Stretch, keep a tech My paper stay risin whether cash or check (Chorus-Kastro) At all costs hold down fort And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court Where money, power, guns is boss And countin big funs is the favorite sport We must rise, maximize our size Look alive, be advised it's a war outside It's like dodge city, not pretty But don't nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise |
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
(Pac)
Yeah, clear enough for ya. Why niggas look mad. y'all supposed to be happy I'm free. Y'all niggaz look like you wanted me to stay in jail Cold bustas. Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz. I got no love for these niggas, There's no need to be friends. They got me under survailance. That's what somebody be tellin' me. Know theres dope being sold, but I ain't the one sell'in Don't want to be another number. I got a proper gang of weed to keep from goin under. The federales wanna see me dead. Niggas put prices on my head. Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed. I feed em lead. Now on release. How will I live? Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did? To feed kids. One life to live. It's so hard to be positive When niggas shootin at your crib. Mama, I'm still thuggin' The world is a war zone. My homies is inmates And most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man Still scheming on ways to put some green inside the palms Of my empty hands. Just picture me rollin'. Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen. My dreams is scensored. My hopes are gone. I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone. My nerves is wrecked. Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen. Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin. Picture me rollin. Can you see me now Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture Can you see it? Picture me rollin. Yeah nigga Eh, but peep how my nigga Syke duke do it. Guess who's back? (Syke) I got keys comin from overseas. Cost a nigga 200 G's. I'm a street comando. Nino for example. This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle. So I got to floss cuz I'm more like a boss playa. Thug granted to be a women layer So many playa haters, imitaters steady swangin. Make me wanna start bank bangin. So I'm caught up in the game. Let's go change. Packin 40 glocks. Contain or rearrange. All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies While I'm sippin on remy. In front of black lacs, chevies on the roam. 96 big bodies sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, Stone facing is on. You can admire but don't look too long. I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin. It's hard to imagine. Picture me rollin. (Danny Boy) Picture, picture me, picture me rollin Rollin, picture me rollin Wheelin, picture me rollin in Picture me yea yeah (CPO) I gots to get the fuck up in. Formulate a caper. Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper. My bitch fin to have a bastard, see? So I need to hit a lick, drastically. I see some ballin ass niggas and they slippin in my spot And, uh, diggin their plots. Check in the park, Pac. (Pac) We caught em sleepin. He didnt peep two niggas creepin. This how we do it every weekend And I dump for madness(?) It's time to count the profit. CPO, we got the bomb spot. Nigga, time to clock it. I get the liquor and you could get the females. This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales. (CPO) Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9. I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine. Now we satisfied. Got the pockets on swollen. Boss hog and this Pac nigga. Picture us rollin. (Pac) Heh, heh, heh. Y'all ready for me? Picture me rollin roll call. You know there's some mother fuckers out there I just could not forget about. I wanna make sure they can see me. Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities, All you bitch asses. Can you niggas see me from there? Ballin on yo mark ass. Heh, ha ha! Picture me rollin, baby. Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks, I told yall niggas when I come home it's on. That's right nigga, picture me rollin Oh, I forgot....the DA(district attorney) Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court. Can the ho see me from here? Can you see me, ho? Picture me rollin'. And all you punk police, can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin' nigga, legit. Free like OJ all day You can't stop me. You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker. Noope, Pain, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme Can you picture us rollin? Can you see me ho? Is y'all ready for me . We up out this bitch. Any time y'all wanna see me again, Rewind this track right here, close your eyes And picture me rollin. |
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from 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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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 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
(Featuring Marvelouz, Storm)
(Tupac) Now of course I want peace on the streets but realisticly painting perfect pictures ain't never work my misery was so deep couldn't sleep through all my preasures my quest for cash I learned fast using violent measures memorys of adolescent years their was unity but after puperty we brought war to our community so many bodies dropping its got to stop I want to help but still I'm stepping keeping my weapon must protect myself promise of a better tomorrow ain't never reach me plus my teachers were to petrfied in class to teach me sipping thunderbird and grape kool-aid calling Earl since my stomach was empty it seduced me to fuck the world watch my lil homiez lose there childhood to guns nobody cries no more cause we all die for fun so why you ask me if I want peace if you can't grant it niggas fighting across the whole planet so we can never be peace (Chorus) Will never be peace or all we all just headed for doom still consumed by the beefs and i'll know there never be peace thats why I keep my pistol when i walk the streets cause there never be peace (Marvelouz) No time to rest they stressed out I can't remember the days my homie was here now a days we live in fear the stuggle is still here so now who's grabbing there strap who's getting bucked wild representing the generation of killers when I was a child had many dreams reality kept me and my homiez stressing tyring to raise my baby girl to be the strongest know when I'm doing wrongest I never had a bright day just drunkless smoking blunts getting faded wishing my partna made it if it was peace or ???????? I know there will never be all my tears were shed when I lost my homie number three it's getting harder to see impossibilty should we just face it can't get through the pain but still I can't erase it so many trials and tribulations things we facing wicked days can't see no brighter days it's time to chase it cross dreams cause the scene is when you never get by thats why I got to stay high you'll never know when you'll die my heart will never leave the ghetto I know to rise only in peace thats why I say there ain't never going to be no peace (Chorus) Will never be peace or all we all just headed for doom still consumed by the beefs and i'll know there never be peace thats why I keep my pistol when i walk the streets cause there never be peace (Storm) Living life lonely but I can't even cry cause visions of diseption all around me got my eyes full of despise who can I trust why even try they say the world is mine but I know that's a lie living to die set up from birth steady dreaming wishing for better days but all I see is demons close my eyes reminisence of my childhood all I felt was pain from my arrival no memories of nothing nice nothing but blinded reminders of my future life I'm freaking out I'm getting closer to that other level will I be strong with game or just the heartless devil I hope I'm able to find peace in me cause theres a storm sixty four inches deep in me and I try to do the right thing but it's the wrong thing that seems to bring me right back to this dirty game there never be peace fuck peace (Chorus)x3 Will never be peace or all we all just headed for doom still consumed by the beefs and i'll know there never be peace thats why I keep my pistol when i walk the streets cause there never be peace (Tupac) shit fuck peace, on the strength to my niggas get a peace, we can't have peace, how the fuck we gonna live happy when we ain't got none, tear drops and closed caskets, these mothafuckas are smiling but don't mean much, why cause I got to be a thug, see drugs gonna turn this mothafuckn head out, all us niggas acting up, wild ass mothafuckn adolescent, these niggas ain't got a childhood no more, how the fuck can you have a childhood when your at the funeral every fuckn weekend, you mothafuckas are talking about peace, niggas it ain't no mothafuckn peace, you ain't seen the news mothafucka, you ain't heard, little babies getting smoked, mothafuckas killing their whole family, little kids getting thrown off buildings, mothafuckas getting a |
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from 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 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 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 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 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 - 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 - 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 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)
[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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 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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