Untouchable (Swiss Beatz Remix) - tupac (feat. Krayzie Bone)
Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?
Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?
Get it on till I die
Get it on till I die
Y'all, Y'all remember me
Y'all, Y'all remember me
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone]
It's that Tupac (Pac)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Pac's home)
Ha ha
[Verse 1: Tupac]
After the fire comes the rain
After the pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again
Time to make ya'll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to
Bitches to scary, get to near me we rush 'em
Visions of over packed prisons
Million's of niggas thug living
Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us
So pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh)
Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place
I'm sensing niggas is defenceless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost
Who can prevent me shooting senseless?
At these niggas throats
Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you going through
Outlaws busting while we rushing
We untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through
We Outlaws rushing you busting you
We untouchable
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Tupac]
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Get it on till I die)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Get it on till I die)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Y'all, Y'all remember me)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Y'all, Y'all remember me)
[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]
You niggas better not try to run up
And don't try to say we ain't told you
You're dealing with killers and soldiers
Nigga these explosives, trying to blow shit, running you over
Nigga controller
Whenever y'all niggas try to roll up
Thinking I'm a ho, well, come and let me show ya
I'm a light up the rhythm like dosia
Dumping so potent, nigga don't choke up
Flow up
Makaveli The Don, got niggas strapped and ready to bomb
As soon as I send the alarm, and when we're done
We've committed a red rum, leaving the enemies dead and gone
Leaving 'em niggas head's blown, cause they know they dead wrong
When the shots ring out you know we're coming through (Know we're coming through)
Talk a lot with your mouth, well what you gon' do? (So what you gon' do?)
Shut 'em down, busters be knowing to keep they distance
Thugs don't fuck around
We get back at 'em so swiftly, niggas is with me underground
Slug in a niggas mug, reppin' Midwest Side
Niggas if you a thug get your weapon, let's ride
Ride for Pac, Pac, get live for Pac, Pac, Pop off the Glock, Glock
The thugging it don't stop
[Chorus x2: Krayzie Bone & Tupac]
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Get it on till I die)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Get it on till I die)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Y'all, Y'all remember me)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Y'all, Y'all remember me)
[Verse 3: Tupac]
Only wish to breed
I explode into a million seeds
Ya'll remember me
Legendary live eternally
Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation
Niggas screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em
Take them to places, stake they face then erase 'em and brake 'em
Murder motherfucker's at a rate and then quicken the pace
Blast me but never ask me to live a lie
Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?
(Westcoast)
Now I'm worldwide
Niggas gossip like girls then hide
No offence to Nas but this whole fucking world is mine
Even if you blind you can still see my prophecy
My destiny to overthrow those on top of me
Fiending for currency the money be calling
Can you feel me, dreaming?
Seeing scenes of me balling?
Fuck you bitch made niggas and that bullshit you going through
Outlaws busting while we rushing
We untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through
We Outlaws rushing you busting you
We untouchable
Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?
Get it on till I die
Get it on till I die
Y'all, Y'all remember me
Y'all, Y'all remember me
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone]
It's that Tupac (Pac)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Pac's home)
Ha ha
[Verse 1: Tupac]
After the fire comes the rain
After the pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again
Time to make ya'll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to
Bitches to scary, get to near me we rush 'em
Visions of over packed prisons
Million's of niggas thug living
Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us
So pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh)
Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place
I'm sensing niggas is defenceless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost
Who can prevent me shooting senseless?
At these niggas throats
Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you going through
Outlaws busting while we rushing
We untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through
We Outlaws rushing you busting you
We untouchable
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Tupac]
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Get it on till I die)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Get it on till I die)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Y'all, Y'all remember me)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Y'all, Y'all remember me)
[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]
You niggas better not try to run up
And don't try to say we ain't told you
You're dealing with killers and soldiers
Nigga these explosives, trying to blow shit, running you over
Nigga controller
Whenever y'all niggas try to roll up
Thinking I'm a ho, well, come and let me show ya
I'm a light up the rhythm like dosia
Dumping so potent, nigga don't choke up
Flow up
Makaveli The Don, got niggas strapped and ready to bomb
As soon as I send the alarm, and when we're done
We've committed a red rum, leaving the enemies dead and gone
Leaving 'em niggas head's blown, cause they know they dead wrong
When the shots ring out you know we're coming through (Know we're coming through)
Talk a lot with your mouth, well what you gon' do? (So what you gon' do?)
Shut 'em down, busters be knowing to keep they distance
Thugs don't fuck around
We get back at 'em so swiftly, niggas is with me underground
Slug in a niggas mug, reppin' Midwest Side
Niggas if you a thug get your weapon, let's ride
Ride for Pac, Pac, get live for Pac, Pac, Pop off the Glock, Glock
The thugging it don't stop
[Chorus x2: Krayzie Bone & Tupac]
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Get it on till I die)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Get it on till I die)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Y'all, Y'all remember me)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Y'all, Y'all remember me)
[Verse 3: Tupac]
Only wish to breed
I explode into a million seeds
Ya'll remember me
Legendary live eternally
Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation
Niggas screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em
Take them to places, stake they face then erase 'em and brake 'em
Murder motherfucker's at a rate and then quicken the pace
Blast me but never ask me to live a lie
Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?
(Westcoast)
Now I'm worldwide
Niggas gossip like girls then hide
No offence to Nas but this whole fucking world is mine
Even if you blind you can still see my prophecy
My destiny to overthrow those on top of me
Fiending for currency the money be calling
Can you feel me, dreaming?
Seeing scenes of me balling?
Fuck you bitch made niggas and that bullshit you going through
Outlaws busting while we rushing
We untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through
We Outlaws rushing you busting you
We untouchable
Pac's Life - 2pac (feat. Ashanti, T.I.)
[LT Hutton talking]
Uh oh, Uh oh, Oh!, Oh!, Oh!
They ain't ready for this
LT Hutton
T.I.
Ashanti
It's that new 'Pac y'all
[Chorus: Ashanti]
Pac's life
(Everybody need's to chill)
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life
(It's Tupac the king)
What do you know about Pac's life
(What do you know? What do you know?)
(Only real niggas stay on top)
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life
(Outlawz)
[Verse One: Tupac]
Started with five shots, niggas plotting to kill him
Never figured that, that same nigga sell five million
Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits
Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits
Dodging cop cars look how we come so far
Picture a high school drop out
Rolling a double R
House full of happiness, weed and drank
Way out
So when trouble tried to find me can't
Never visioned living longer than my twenty first
Thought I'd locked down, cracked out or in the dirt
And though it hurts to see the change
It comes with the fame
Watch them gossip in this silly game
To all the motherfucker's speaking down on me this is the night
Why's everybody caught up In Pac's life?
To all y'all niggas
Conversating on my life
Mind your motherfucking business
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: T.I]
I remember that
Ay
What's happening Pac
Yeah I know we never to meet
But we know all the same people so we got to speak
You taught me first, fake nigga can't stop a G
And all the shit you went through
Meant a lot to me
But when they locked you up for for nothing it was shame to see
You we know the crack came and did the same thing to me
I get along with real niggas it's the lane to be
Talking loud out of pocket tryna bang with me
And so I pull it out my pocket let it rain you see
Now they all in the court room blaming me
See we ain't live the same life but represent the same struggle
Power to the real niggas death to the sucker's
Money over bitches, get to know 'em for you love 'em
Death before dishonour never talk to undercover's
Live by the same rules so I minus the tattoo's
With the same sort of dude with he same short fuse
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Tupac]
I want money in large amounts
My garage full of cars that bounce
Moving my tapes in major weight cause every dollar counts
Busters is jealous and half these niggas is punks
They running off at the mouth till I fill it up with my pump
They jump my automatic keep 'em weary
While you fronting like you Billy Bad Ass
Nigga you scary
I been knowing you for years
We was high school peers
In Junior High
I was itching' to kill
And you was, 'Ready To Die'
While you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at motherfucker's in foreign places
Leaving no trace, they see my face and then they buried
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 motherfucker's die
It's not the way I wanna live
My nigga it's how it is
Only real niggas stay on top
[Chorus]
Why are all you niggas all up in my shit?
Tell them motherfucker's
Outlawz
Fuck all y'all
Uh oh, Uh oh, Oh!, Oh!, Oh!
They ain't ready for this
LT Hutton
T.I.
Ashanti
It's that new 'Pac y'all
[Chorus: Ashanti]
Pac's life
(Everybody need's to chill)
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life
(It's Tupac the king)
What do you know about Pac's life
(What do you know? What do you know?)
(Only real niggas stay on top)
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life
(Outlawz)
[Verse One: Tupac]
Started with five shots, niggas plotting to kill him
Never figured that, that same nigga sell five million
Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits
Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits
Dodging cop cars look how we come so far
Picture a high school drop out
Rolling a double R
House full of happiness, weed and drank
Way out
So when trouble tried to find me can't
Never visioned living longer than my twenty first
Thought I'd locked down, cracked out or in the dirt
And though it hurts to see the change
It comes with the fame
Watch them gossip in this silly game
To all the motherfucker's speaking down on me this is the night
Why's everybody caught up In Pac's life?
To all y'all niggas
Conversating on my life
Mind your motherfucking business
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: T.I]
I remember that
Ay
What's happening Pac
Yeah I know we never to meet
But we know all the same people so we got to speak
You taught me first, fake nigga can't stop a G
And all the shit you went through
Meant a lot to me
But when they locked you up for for nothing it was shame to see
You we know the crack came and did the same thing to me
I get along with real niggas it's the lane to be
Talking loud out of pocket tryna bang with me
And so I pull it out my pocket let it rain you see
Now they all in the court room blaming me
See we ain't live the same life but represent the same struggle
Power to the real niggas death to the sucker's
Money over bitches, get to know 'em for you love 'em
Death before dishonour never talk to undercover's
Live by the same rules so I minus the tattoo's
With the same sort of dude with he same short fuse
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Tupac]
I want money in large amounts
My garage full of cars that bounce
Moving my tapes in major weight cause every dollar counts
Busters is jealous and half these niggas is punks
They running off at the mouth till I fill it up with my pump
They jump my automatic keep 'em weary
While you fronting like you Billy Bad Ass
Nigga you scary
I been knowing you for years
We was high school peers
In Junior High
I was itching' to kill
And you was, 'Ready To Die'
While you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at motherfucker's in foreign places
Leaving no trace, they see my face and then they buried
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 motherfucker's die
It's not the way I wanna live
My nigga it's how it is
Only real niggas stay on top
[Chorus]
Why are all you niggas all up in my shit?
Tell them motherfucker's
Outlawz
Fuck all y'all
Dumpin' - 2pac (feat. Hussein Fatal, Papoose & Carl Thomas)
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this
[Verse 1: 2pac]
Murderous mind state,
Can't keep my nine straight,
Sippin' on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break,
Show up and muthafuckas bow down, recognize
Westside, Death Row, Outlaw, Ridaz,
Untouchable mob of pistol packers,
Well-known felons labeled for 'drug-selling merciless jackers',
Forever buzz, roll with thugs and dogs,
Commence the letting off rounds, then escape in the fog,
Who wants to see me solo?
Catch Makaveli while he sleeping,
My mini fourteen murdering niggaz while they creepin, (Uh)
Duck cause you ass out,
Drink 'til you pass out,
Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house,
Niggaz is under me,
They bitches come to me,
They heard the stories nigga, now they wanna really see,
Bomb First, my motto, it's fully guaranteed,
Niggaz is playa haters, label them my enemies,
I'm dumpin'
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this
[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
When it's on, I'm poppin' off every chance I get,
Out the window on some uptown anthem shit,
I'm stressin', but ain't no pressure, I been here before,
Fugitive taskforce at my girlfriends' door,
Now they checkin' in her bedroom, I ain't there,
Forty Cals, extended clips, still I ain't scared,
Outlaw, and best believe they won't take me alive,
I'm different and I'mma prove it if it take me to die,
You think God had a plan for me?
But he won't be layin' up in my casket or doin' life in the can for me,
Maybe I'm brazen or paranoid than a bitch,
Me dyin', you think I'd let him see the joy from that shit?
Walking dead, angels spend their last days by me,
New Jersey Giant like Dave Tyree,
Young George or Jonathan Chat,
Your guns clap,
Mine will go 'br-r-r-r-att',
Soldier like Geronimo Pratt,
And come through cockin' tha black pound,
When they put the twin towers up, Pac, I'm knockin' 'em back down,
Poster child,
Air Force Ones, with the checks,
I'm supposed to wild sex,
Money and murder is all I breathe in my life,
It's full of judges and chasin' enemies in the night,
Through the Henny, I see the eyes of the Devil,
He's ridin' with extra boxes of bullets and a nina and a shovel
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this
[Verse 3: Papoose]
I always thought I'd have to die to do a record with Pac,
So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box,
You end up in the box 'cause them grave robbin' bastards,
Dig your grave up and snatched you out the casket,
Worms in my eyes, eating through my cabbage,
The flesh to the bones,
The bones to the ashes,
But I'm not dead,
I'm actually in a session with the Pac Keeper, Sha Money, progressing,
They don't really want no drama, I know they goons,
That's why I keep pressure on 'em like a open wound,
This God given, he keep givin' me better music,
So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement,
Y'all can't kill me, y'all forever losin',
Songs of evolution,
If I load your gun for you and we bang it out with some other niggas, you better shoot it,
Don't try to lie and say you was bustin', I'm clever, stupid,
Claimin' you reppin' Ruthless,
You got the same bullets you had when I loaded it for you, you never used it,
The Nasareema dream, get ready for execution,
Papoose, Fatal and Pac
The revolution
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this
Young nation just trying to get this
Just trying to get this
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this
[Verse 1: 2pac]
Murderous mind state,
Can't keep my nine straight,
Sippin' on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break,
Show up and muthafuckas bow down, recognize
Westside, Death Row, Outlaw, Ridaz,
Untouchable mob of pistol packers,
Well-known felons labeled for 'drug-selling merciless jackers',
Forever buzz, roll with thugs and dogs,
Commence the letting off rounds, then escape in the fog,
Who wants to see me solo?
Catch Makaveli while he sleeping,
My mini fourteen murdering niggaz while they creepin, (Uh)
Duck cause you ass out,
Drink 'til you pass out,
Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house,
Niggaz is under me,
They bitches come to me,
They heard the stories nigga, now they wanna really see,
Bomb First, my motto, it's fully guaranteed,
Niggaz is playa haters, label them my enemies,
I'm dumpin'
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this
[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
When it's on, I'm poppin' off every chance I get,
Out the window on some uptown anthem shit,
I'm stressin', but ain't no pressure, I been here before,
Fugitive taskforce at my girlfriends' door,
Now they checkin' in her bedroom, I ain't there,
Forty Cals, extended clips, still I ain't scared,
Outlaw, and best believe they won't take me alive,
I'm different and I'mma prove it if it take me to die,
You think God had a plan for me?
But he won't be layin' up in my casket or doin' life in the can for me,
Maybe I'm brazen or paranoid than a bitch,
Me dyin', you think I'd let him see the joy from that shit?
Walking dead, angels spend their last days by me,
New Jersey Giant like Dave Tyree,
Young George or Jonathan Chat,
Your guns clap,
Mine will go 'br-r-r-r-att',
Soldier like Geronimo Pratt,
And come through cockin' tha black pound,
When they put the twin towers up, Pac, I'm knockin' 'em back down,
Poster child,
Air Force Ones, with the checks,
I'm supposed to wild sex,
Money and murder is all I breathe in my life,
It's full of judges and chasin' enemies in the night,
Through the Henny, I see the eyes of the Devil,
He's ridin' with extra boxes of bullets and a nina and a shovel
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this
[Verse 3: Papoose]
I always thought I'd have to die to do a record with Pac,
So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box,
You end up in the box 'cause them grave robbin' bastards,
Dig your grave up and snatched you out the casket,
Worms in my eyes, eating through my cabbage,
The flesh to the bones,
The bones to the ashes,
But I'm not dead,
I'm actually in a session with the Pac Keeper, Sha Money, progressing,
They don't really want no drama, I know they goons,
That's why I keep pressure on 'em like a open wound,
This God given, he keep givin' me better music,
So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement,
Y'all can't kill me, y'all forever losin',
Songs of evolution,
If I load your gun for you and we bang it out with some other niggas, you better shoot it,
Don't try to lie and say you was bustin', I'm clever, stupid,
Claimin' you reppin' Ruthless,
You got the same bullets you had when I loaded it for you, you never used it,
The Nasareema dream, get ready for execution,
Papoose, Fatal and Pac
The revolution
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this
Young nation just trying to get this
Just trying to get this
Playa Cardz Right (Female) - 2pac (feat. Keyshia Cole)
[Verse 1: 2pac]
Wassup Boo (Ha Ha Yeaaa)
Another Shady Mission, Tricks Like Watching Pictures
And Hazy Vision. Tonight Is Love Making Take You
Any Place You Wish, Today We Satisfy And Stay With Stoling Kisses,
Blind Insanenity, Perfect Pictures Of Me And My Family
Not Understanding The Deathy That They Plan For Me
If I Have Kids Will I Live To See Em Grow
But I Dont Know I Live The Life Of A Thug Nigga Untill The Day I Go,
No Broken Promises, A Sacred Bond Broken, I Know I Die Alone
But Yet Still Im Hoping, Vision Of Prison Maybe I Be Forgive
I Know It's Better In Heaven, Cuz Being Here Aint Living
Close My Eyes And See Nothin But Pain The World Crazy, Still Looking For A Queen
To Plant Seeds And Have Babies Maybe I'll Be The One Or Just Maybe Im Lost
You'll Never Know Being Cautionz If You Playa Cardz Right.
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
I Want To Be The One Who
Who You Can Depend On,
Who Be The One Who Be There
Through The Thick And Thin
Go By The Wire We Will Be
There Till The Mourning We Won't Leave Until The Night And
We Will Be Forever Mourned
[Verse 2: Keyshia Cole]
No One Else Can Do
What You Do For Me
Take Me Away From The Pain
I Feel Inside
It's Going To Be Alright
It Will Be Okay
If We Try And Take Our Time
Please Baby Take Your Time
And We'll Grow
Trust I Know
I Wanna Be The One Who
[Chorus]
[2pac:]
You Got To Playa Cardz Right On ?
Can't Be Rushin Like It's Race Namsayin
If You Be Patient And You Take Your Time
And? Nine Times Out Of Ten Homeboy You Gone Wake Up
With Ya Breakfast In Bed But If You Rush
And You Just Be Man Handling,
You Ass Going Home Tonight,
Play The Cardz Right Nigga
Take Ya Time, Be Patient
Go Slow It's Betta That Way
You Aint Heard [Laugh], Playa Cardz Right
[Chorus]
[2pac:]
Take Ya Time Man Dont Be In Such A Rush
Haa You Got To Be Patient Man It Aint Going Nowhere
One Get Some Champane Bring Some Roses
Or Somethin You Know Play Some Soft Shit
Light A Fire You Got To Be Cool With It
Got To Be Slow With It
Got To Be Patient
Got To Playa Cardz Right On One
Can't Be Racing Like It's A Race Namsayin
If You Be Patient And Take Ya Time And ?
Wassup Boo (Ha Ha Yeaaa)
Another Shady Mission, Tricks Like Watching Pictures
And Hazy Vision. Tonight Is Love Making Take You
Any Place You Wish, Today We Satisfy And Stay With Stoling Kisses,
Blind Insanenity, Perfect Pictures Of Me And My Family
Not Understanding The Deathy That They Plan For Me
If I Have Kids Will I Live To See Em Grow
But I Dont Know I Live The Life Of A Thug Nigga Untill The Day I Go,
No Broken Promises, A Sacred Bond Broken, I Know I Die Alone
But Yet Still Im Hoping, Vision Of Prison Maybe I Be Forgive
I Know It's Better In Heaven, Cuz Being Here Aint Living
Close My Eyes And See Nothin But Pain The World Crazy, Still Looking For A Queen
To Plant Seeds And Have Babies Maybe I'll Be The One Or Just Maybe Im Lost
You'll Never Know Being Cautionz If You Playa Cardz Right.
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
I Want To Be The One Who
Who You Can Depend On,
Who Be The One Who Be There
Through The Thick And Thin
Go By The Wire We Will Be
There Till The Mourning We Won't Leave Until The Night And
We Will Be Forever Mourned
[Verse 2: Keyshia Cole]
No One Else Can Do
What You Do For Me
Take Me Away From The Pain
I Feel Inside
It's Going To Be Alright
It Will Be Okay
If We Try And Take Our Time
Please Baby Take Your Time
And We'll Grow
Trust I Know
I Wanna Be The One Who
[Chorus]
[2pac:]
You Got To Playa Cardz Right On ?
Can't Be Rushin Like It's Race Namsayin
If You Be Patient And You Take Your Time
And? Nine Times Out Of Ten Homeboy You Gone Wake Up
With Ya Breakfast In Bed But If You Rush
And You Just Be Man Handling,
You Ass Going Home Tonight,
Play The Cardz Right Nigga
Take Ya Time, Be Patient
Go Slow It's Betta That Way
You Aint Heard [Laugh], Playa Cardz Right
[Chorus]
[2pac:]
Take Ya Time Man Dont Be In Such A Rush
Haa You Got To Be Patient Man It Aint Going Nowhere
One Get Some Champane Bring Some Roses
Or Somethin You Know Play Some Soft Shit
Light A Fire You Got To Be Cool With It
Got To Be Slow With It
Got To Be Patient
Got To Playa Cardz Right On One
Can't Be Racing Like It's A Race Namsayin
If You Be Patient And Take Ya Time And ?
Whatz Next - 2pac (feat. A3, Jay Rock)
[2Pac:]
Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do
Now what's next
Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do
Now what's next
Caught up in the middle
My life's a riddle
Don't let it get ya
I wanna be legal
But it's this hustle that get me richer
One love to my peoples makin' money
I can see you bubblin'
Avoid all trouble
Beware of devils continue strugglin'
Nothin's impossible if there's a will there's a way
So get your mind on official business
You can be great
And it's been this way from the cradle to the grave
So get paid
My niggaz do this every fuckin' day
We parlay
Through politics and conversation
This information to my thug niggaz in the congregation
Watch and bare witness to the pleasures of participation
Separation is self destruction
What's needed is unification
Cause the world ain't hardly scared
If not prepared
Be sure to be bummy and be no longer there
But no one cares it's there to share
All we get is stares
Because of fear we'll evaporate
Say your prayers
And what's next
[Chorus x2:]
Hard livin' got me goin' insane
But I'm addicted to the hustle I'm trapped in the game
Whatz next
I'm goin' crazy
Tell me tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do
Whatz next
[A3:]
(Aye its on A3)
Makaveli tried to warn us
But niggaz ain't listen to Pac
Naw (listen listen) nigga really listen to Pac
Shit yean got it yet (no)
Then you won't get it
Might as well measure 'em up
And have his ass fitted
Why
Caught slippin' dog trippin' didn't soak game
Got his wig split like dem shutters on the airplane
Never will change niggaz wit' no name no shame
Might open ya head foe mess broke change
I stay posted like a flag (flag)
Starin' thru my rear view ballin' in a jag (jag)
Bounce wit me Cali body rock down in H-Town
We gon' put these artificial bustas in they place now
Time foe a change
Real niggaz rollin' wit' me
Money makin' swift decision we controllin' the streets
Side track by the broads and the frauds
Ain't it strange
It's the reason so many niggaz get scarred in the game
Whatz next
[Chorus x2]
[Jay Rock:]
That money gotta make it
What I gotta do to make it
Do I really gotta take it
Put this mack up to you face it
Doin' what we gotta do to survive
Just ask Kweli doin' what we do to get by
Some niggaz stick to the crime
Pitchin' nickel and dimes
What the fuck we s'pose to do
Who gon' give us a job
So I tried and tried
Tried to get out the grind
But the block kept on callin' me back
Fiends kept on callin' for crack
So I supply 'em wit' that
Gave 'em a reasonable fee
Nigga don't blame it on me
Shit just look where I'm at
Niggaz in gardens
LAPD is the target
Niggaz is heartless hustle regardless
Look that dope spot use to be an apartment
But now it's just a place to hide the guns in the closet
Watch ya step shift the grams under the carpet
We just tryin' hard not to see that coffin
Whatz next
[Chorus x2]
Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do
Now what's next
Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do
Now what's next
Caught up in the middle
My life's a riddle
Don't let it get ya
I wanna be legal
But it's this hustle that get me richer
One love to my peoples makin' money
I can see you bubblin'
Avoid all trouble
Beware of devils continue strugglin'
Nothin's impossible if there's a will there's a way
So get your mind on official business
You can be great
And it's been this way from the cradle to the grave
So get paid
My niggaz do this every fuckin' day
We parlay
Through politics and conversation
This information to my thug niggaz in the congregation
Watch and bare witness to the pleasures of participation
Separation is self destruction
What's needed is unification
Cause the world ain't hardly scared
If not prepared
Be sure to be bummy and be no longer there
But no one cares it's there to share
All we get is stares
Because of fear we'll evaporate
Say your prayers
And what's next
[Chorus x2:]
Hard livin' got me goin' insane
But I'm addicted to the hustle I'm trapped in the game
Whatz next
I'm goin' crazy
Tell me tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do
Whatz next
[A3:]
(Aye its on A3)
Makaveli tried to warn us
But niggaz ain't listen to Pac
Naw (listen listen) nigga really listen to Pac
Shit yean got it yet (no)
Then you won't get it
Might as well measure 'em up
And have his ass fitted
Why
Caught slippin' dog trippin' didn't soak game
Got his wig split like dem shutters on the airplane
Never will change niggaz wit' no name no shame
Might open ya head foe mess broke change
I stay posted like a flag (flag)
Starin' thru my rear view ballin' in a jag (jag)
Bounce wit me Cali body rock down in H-Town
We gon' put these artificial bustas in they place now
Time foe a change
Real niggaz rollin' wit' me
Money makin' swift decision we controllin' the streets
Side track by the broads and the frauds
Ain't it strange
It's the reason so many niggaz get scarred in the game
Whatz next
[Chorus x2]
[Jay Rock:]
That money gotta make it
What I gotta do to make it
Do I really gotta take it
Put this mack up to you face it
Doin' what we gotta do to survive
Just ask Kweli doin' what we do to get by
Some niggaz stick to the crime
Pitchin' nickel and dimes
What the fuck we s'pose to do
Who gon' give us a job
So I tried and tried
Tried to get out the grind
But the block kept on callin' me back
Fiends kept on callin' for crack
So I supply 'em wit' that
Gave 'em a reasonable fee
Nigga don't blame it on me
Shit just look where I'm at
Niggaz in gardens
LAPD is the target
Niggaz is heartless hustle regardless
Look that dope spot use to be an apartment
But now it's just a place to hide the guns in the closet
Watch ya step shift the grams under the carpet
We just tryin' hard not to see that coffin
Whatz next
[Chorus x2]
Sleep - 2pac (feat. Young Buck, Chamillionaire)
[2Pac:]
Quit starin' at me like a infra red nigga
Don't fall to sleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggaz close they eyes
Seein' dreams in they sleep
But don't fall asleep
Don't fall to sleep
You can get ya cash on
Pictures of penny
Sippin' my glass full of henny
Hands on my semi-
Automatic kill for pennies
Approach for contact
Cause I'm live I multiply
Soon as I open fire
Niggaz die wit' open eyes
Scare to take a nap
It's a trap a long maze
Dreamin' of gettin' stacks
Makin' scratch the wrong way
What the song say
We murder motherfuckers daily
Black out blow the crack out
My lyrics never fail me
I inhale strong weed then release the stress
Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west
Like yay-yo
Niggaz pull out when I say so
Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatal
'fficiently I delete then flee
The art of war
Livin' sucka free
Get wit' me
Motherfucker don't sleep
[Chorus x2: 2Pac]
Don't go to sleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggaz close they eyes
Seein' dreams in they sleep
But don't fall asleep
[Young Buck:]
I'm starin' through my rear view
Doin' 'bout 90
The petal to the metal
So I can see what's behind me
Buckle up your seat belt eyes on the road
They know we ridin' dirty gotta play it how it go
They close down the projects the clubs been closed
And then they wonder why niggaz breaking down o's
I'm a run away slave
Ya get it nigga off the chain
I got that thug life shit runnin' through my veins
And now they scare
They know that I been heaven sent
And yeah we know the dope comin' from the president
But look at us
We ain't got shit to lose
Feel like we ballin' if we got a new pair of tennis shoes
In the ghetto or better yet home sweet home
This is the land of the free
But to me that's wrong
I'm on my way to the white house strapped wit' my heat
So don't fall asleep
Come on niggaz
[Chorus x2]
[Chamillionaire:]
They say that the moe they hate ya the moe that it motivate ya
My mind set on grind my mental set on the paper
62 hours and countin' and I'm still awake
And they slippin' me sleepin' pills wit' the will I break
Broke nigga always tellin' ya how to make ya cash adjust
So I just stop listenin' and now my cash is up
Red dotted the media cause they always mad at us
I don't see 'em tryin' to mediate when we get gats and bust
They just instigate and as soon as the get the tape
It's dropped from my nigga life just as soon as they get the case
Personally I ain't trippin' on all this rappin' stuff
I'm takin' back my money counter cause it wasn't fast enough, yep
I got a couple problems (word) and none of 'em is money
Just those that love me to pretend to love me and say they buddies
Sometimes I want to maneuver with the ruger
To live like Freddie Krueger these nightmares just ain't as bloody
In meetings they always askin' what my passion is
(And the) money talks so I always have words to answer this (yep)
I can't relax cause its like I'm a fetti activist
Might see me on TV never a mat-tress
[Chorus]
Don't go to sleep
[Chorus]
Sleep banger
[Chorus x2]
Quit starin' at me like a infra red nigga
Don't fall to sleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggaz close they eyes
Seein' dreams in they sleep
But don't fall asleep
Don't fall to sleep
You can get ya cash on
Pictures of penny
Sippin' my glass full of henny
Hands on my semi-
Automatic kill for pennies
Approach for contact
Cause I'm live I multiply
Soon as I open fire
Niggaz die wit' open eyes
Scare to take a nap
It's a trap a long maze
Dreamin' of gettin' stacks
Makin' scratch the wrong way
What the song say
We murder motherfuckers daily
Black out blow the crack out
My lyrics never fail me
I inhale strong weed then release the stress
Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west
Like yay-yo
Niggaz pull out when I say so
Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatal
'fficiently I delete then flee
The art of war
Livin' sucka free
Get wit' me
Motherfucker don't sleep
[Chorus x2: 2Pac]
Don't go to sleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggaz close they eyes
Seein' dreams in they sleep
But don't fall asleep
[Young Buck:]
I'm starin' through my rear view
Doin' 'bout 90
The petal to the metal
So I can see what's behind me
Buckle up your seat belt eyes on the road
They know we ridin' dirty gotta play it how it go
They close down the projects the clubs been closed
And then they wonder why niggaz breaking down o's
I'm a run away slave
Ya get it nigga off the chain
I got that thug life shit runnin' through my veins
And now they scare
They know that I been heaven sent
And yeah we know the dope comin' from the president
But look at us
We ain't got shit to lose
Feel like we ballin' if we got a new pair of tennis shoes
In the ghetto or better yet home sweet home
This is the land of the free
But to me that's wrong
I'm on my way to the white house strapped wit' my heat
So don't fall asleep
Come on niggaz
[Chorus x2]
[Chamillionaire:]
They say that the moe they hate ya the moe that it motivate ya
My mind set on grind my mental set on the paper
62 hours and countin' and I'm still awake
And they slippin' me sleepin' pills wit' the will I break
Broke nigga always tellin' ya how to make ya cash adjust
So I just stop listenin' and now my cash is up
Red dotted the media cause they always mad at us
I don't see 'em tryin' to mediate when we get gats and bust
They just instigate and as soon as the get the tape
It's dropped from my nigga life just as soon as they get the case
Personally I ain't trippin' on all this rappin' stuff
I'm takin' back my money counter cause it wasn't fast enough, yep
I got a couple problems (word) and none of 'em is money
Just those that love me to pretend to love me and say they buddies
Sometimes I want to maneuver with the ruger
To live like Freddie Krueger these nightmares just ain't as bloody
In meetings they always askin' what my passion is
(And the) money talks so I always have words to answer this (yep)
I can't relax cause its like I'm a fetti activist
Might see me on TV never a mat-tress
[Chorus]
Don't go to sleep
[Chorus]
Sleep banger
[Chorus x2]
International - 2pac (feat. Nipsey Hussle, Young Dre)
[Makaveli:]
Eternally Thug Nigga Hilfigger made by Tommy
so when i speak hope to reach my ?? Mamis
or come to Papi i love it when its wet and sloppy
in and out the mouth peice 'till i cum no one can stop me
my bump and grind will do you everytime
come get a blast of this Thug passion and blow your mind
hey, throw up your legs, wrap those shits around my back
It's a WESTSIDE thing fuckin' hoes 'round the map
Walkin down 125 while im peepin out hotties
and they seduce my Jimmy I'll be screamin gimmie body
Make em all scream my name out gimmie my props and don't ya love how this Thug nigga beat up the cock
Im at the 'Rican Parade I'm watchin Caramel bitches play
get wit' real niggas bullshittin never get you paid
This is the dream of a young black teen
i feed my hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend. Now Come On!
[Chorus:]
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl, I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more
Oh Girl, Don't worry about this better just keep doing what you do
Hey Girl, Girl tonight you can be international
[Nipsey:]
Check it out Nipsey i pull it up to the club on one of the chrome things im crispy shinnin from my wrist to my gold chain
anywhere i go i keep it hood i Never change
if it aint got it in my lap i got it stashed in the range
(pow pow) I'm gettin bread on the rover private jet anywhere i tell him he'll fly to my respect have these girls sayin daddy i'll do anything you ask get
it crackin when i slide through as God as my witness right hand on the bible and Tokyo hunny turned it up hotty got though i stroke for show now up in
Atlanta at the strip club she thick cuz took me to the slots where the crib was went full throttle got it crackin i ain't bashful from the kitchen to the
counter top and the bath more flips more trips more stamps on my passport
told her drop me at Horseville im International
[Chorus:]
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl, I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more
Oh Girl, Don't worry about this better just keep doing what you do
Hey Girl, Girl tonight you can be international
[Young Dre:]
Oooh.. Young Dre the Truth, Makaveli, LT Hutton, Nipsey International
Its mr hood national rider with a passport Just landed from Paris homie pick me up im at the airport with two bottles or more and a bottle of Puerto
Rican Weed get somethin poppin cuz tommorow got course on course i'm ready to get it feel it goin down right now hop in the whip pop a bottle lit the
blunt right now hit about a buck fifty seconds later at the party right now we celebratin Makaveli 2pacalypse Now escape through the front though they ???
tippy-toes cruisin' up get the door if you loose a chick let her go she done chose this over bro look around it's hard to feel dimes in high heels came
form Japan, New York, to Cali to chill they choosin for real with no grill in my mental peep my swagger is tremendous make moves monumental it was me
three mamis E-40 and Pac at the La Manz Round After Party it just don't stop
[Chorus:]
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl, I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more
Oh Girl, Don't worry about this better just keep doing what you do
Hey Girl, Girl tonight you can be international
[fade away]
Eternally Thug Nigga Hilfigger made by Tommy
so when i speak hope to reach my ?? Mamis
or come to Papi i love it when its wet and sloppy
in and out the mouth peice 'till i cum no one can stop me
my bump and grind will do you everytime
come get a blast of this Thug passion and blow your mind
hey, throw up your legs, wrap those shits around my back
It's a WESTSIDE thing fuckin' hoes 'round the map
Walkin down 125 while im peepin out hotties
and they seduce my Jimmy I'll be screamin gimmie body
Make em all scream my name out gimmie my props and don't ya love how this Thug nigga beat up the cock
Im at the 'Rican Parade I'm watchin Caramel bitches play
get wit' real niggas bullshittin never get you paid
This is the dream of a young black teen
i feed my hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend. Now Come On!
[Chorus:]
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl, I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more
Oh Girl, Don't worry about this better just keep doing what you do
Hey Girl, Girl tonight you can be international
[Nipsey:]
Check it out Nipsey i pull it up to the club on one of the chrome things im crispy shinnin from my wrist to my gold chain
anywhere i go i keep it hood i Never change
if it aint got it in my lap i got it stashed in the range
(pow pow) I'm gettin bread on the rover private jet anywhere i tell him he'll fly to my respect have these girls sayin daddy i'll do anything you ask get
it crackin when i slide through as God as my witness right hand on the bible and Tokyo hunny turned it up hotty got though i stroke for show now up in
Atlanta at the strip club she thick cuz took me to the slots where the crib was went full throttle got it crackin i ain't bashful from the kitchen to the
counter top and the bath more flips more trips more stamps on my passport
told her drop me at Horseville im International
[Chorus:]
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl, I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more
Oh Girl, Don't worry about this better just keep doing what you do
Hey Girl, Girl tonight you can be international
[Young Dre:]
Oooh.. Young Dre the Truth, Makaveli, LT Hutton, Nipsey International
Its mr hood national rider with a passport Just landed from Paris homie pick me up im at the airport with two bottles or more and a bottle of Puerto
Rican Weed get somethin poppin cuz tommorow got course on course i'm ready to get it feel it goin down right now hop in the whip pop a bottle lit the
blunt right now hit about a buck fifty seconds later at the party right now we celebratin Makaveli 2pacalypse Now escape through the front though they ???
tippy-toes cruisin' up get the door if you loose a chick let her go she done chose this over bro look around it's hard to feel dimes in high heels came
form Japan, New York, to Cali to chill they choosin for real with no grill in my mental peep my swagger is tremendous make moves monumental it was me
three mamis E-40 and Pac at the La Manz Round After Party it just don't stop
[Chorus:]
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl, I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more
Oh Girl, Don't worry about this better just keep doing what you do
Hey Girl, Girl tonight you can be international
[fade away]
Don't Sleep - 2pac (feat. Lil' Scrappy, Nutso, Yaki Kadafi)
[2Pac]
Ahhh shit hahaha
When I enter the first zone
Worst known mic holder
My Hummer roll up
Evacuating strapped soldiers
Inside strategy
Manifestin' military styles
Casually try da g
When niggas battle me
My prophesied prediction
Switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bitch
And watch 'em start snitchin'
I keep spittin' still stupid niggas fail to listen
I personify this thug livin'
Hell or prison
My ammunition varies
My voice carries
Watch me invite the whole world
Me and the mob gettin' married
It seems all the fine screams pierce the dark
This is expected
A trick bitch where is your heart
You mark
Watch niggas fall when I call they name
We outlaws hold your head niggas all the same
Except some who want more out of life than stress
We still thuggin' 'til its none left
Don't sleep
[Chorus (2x)]
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride (when I ride)
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine all the time (all the time)
Don't sleep
[Nutso]
Dumpin' on motherfuckers at random
Rapidly
Wit' accuracy
They shouldn't talk bad to me
It had to be
A motherfuckin' murder
I'm glad to be
A nigga that did the murder
So sad to see
Another motherfucker floatin'
In plastic reef
Sleep wit' his head wide open (head smokin')
Rapid release
Keep the police coastin'
Casualties
Warrant in deep east Oakland (doors wide open)
Yolk the nigga off the asphalt
Drove off to the hills
Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off
Death with the lex ruger
Death to ya
Niggas cry when the bullets fly
Kill and execute 'em
[Yaki Kadafi]
I blast first 'til they body me
Like my guns in variety
Runnin' wit' the real big willies you silly punks try to be
But front
Doin' my walk by's rollin' a blunt
Hand on my nuts in a getaway car full of stunts
Addicted to my nine
Movin' like crime through time
Poppin' niggas like pimples
Nigga nothin' simple 'bout mine
Etch-a-sketchin'
Dumpin' on all you punks at intersections
Day in and day out
Ain't no easy way outs or easy exits
Don't sleep
[Chorus (2x)]
[Lil' Scrappy]
G's up
A-Town
When I hit the street
All I can see is the grind
Blood sweat and tears when I bust my rhyme
Yeah I un- for my folk like I load my nine
And when I let loose
Then no crew standin' but mine
I gives a damn 'bout lame nigga actin' schiesty
Same one knew I was in jail and didn't write me
Wanna fight me then come find me
What eva you do shawty you betta think wisely
You might see me wit' a stack in the trap (Aye)
I use my thoughts and pen
Similar to a saran wrap
A lil' lame nigga I'll neva be
Yeah I'ma keep it g
I'm from the Three and Scrap will neva sleep
Aye
[Chorus (2x)]
Don't Sleep
Don't Sleep
Ahhh shit hahaha
When I enter the first zone
Worst known mic holder
My Hummer roll up
Evacuating strapped soldiers
Inside strategy
Manifestin' military styles
Casually try da g
When niggas battle me
My prophesied prediction
Switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bitch
And watch 'em start snitchin'
I keep spittin' still stupid niggas fail to listen
I personify this thug livin'
Hell or prison
My ammunition varies
My voice carries
Watch me invite the whole world
Me and the mob gettin' married
It seems all the fine screams pierce the dark
This is expected
A trick bitch where is your heart
You mark
Watch niggas fall when I call they name
We outlaws hold your head niggas all the same
Except some who want more out of life than stress
We still thuggin' 'til its none left
Don't sleep
[Chorus (2x)]
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride (when I ride)
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine all the time (all the time)
Don't sleep
[Nutso]
Dumpin' on motherfuckers at random
Rapidly
Wit' accuracy
They shouldn't talk bad to me
It had to be
A motherfuckin' murder
I'm glad to be
A nigga that did the murder
So sad to see
Another motherfucker floatin'
In plastic reef
Sleep wit' his head wide open (head smokin')
Rapid release
Keep the police coastin'
Casualties
Warrant in deep east Oakland (doors wide open)
Yolk the nigga off the asphalt
Drove off to the hills
Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off
Death with the lex ruger
Death to ya
Niggas cry when the bullets fly
Kill and execute 'em
[Yaki Kadafi]
I blast first 'til they body me
Like my guns in variety
Runnin' wit' the real big willies you silly punks try to be
But front
Doin' my walk by's rollin' a blunt
Hand on my nuts in a getaway car full of stunts
Addicted to my nine
Movin' like crime through time
Poppin' niggas like pimples
Nigga nothin' simple 'bout mine
Etch-a-sketchin'
Dumpin' on all you punks at intersections
Day in and day out
Ain't no easy way outs or easy exits
Don't sleep
[Chorus (2x)]
[Lil' Scrappy]
G's up
A-Town
When I hit the street
All I can see is the grind
Blood sweat and tears when I bust my rhyme
Yeah I un- for my folk like I load my nine
And when I let loose
Then no crew standin' but mine
I gives a damn 'bout lame nigga actin' schiesty
Same one knew I was in jail and didn't write me
Wanna fight me then come find me
What eva you do shawty you betta think wisely
You might see me wit' a stack in the trap (Aye)
I use my thoughts and pen
Similar to a saran wrap
A lil' lame nigga I'll neva be
Yeah I'ma keep it g
I'm from the Three and Scrap will neva sleep
Aye
[Chorus (2x)]
Don't Sleep
Don't Sleep
Soon As I Get Home - 2pac (feat. Yaki Kadafi)
[Tupac talking]
Soon as I get home...
Soon as I get home
[Verse One (Tupac):]
Dear baby it's me again
Stuck inside this Max' Pen'
Trying to pay my debt for all my sins
See
These penitentiary time's be so heavy on my mind
At times it's like I'm living just to die
I'm living in hell
Stuck in my jail cell
Stranded in the county jail
Waiting for my chance to post bail
I wanna be paid in large stacks
And mash in fast Jag's
I blast and wonder how long will I last
My memories fade when I'm intoxicated
Busters be shady
So I'm dumping on cowards crazy whenever faded
I know I said it all before but now I mean it
Visions of me and you balling so crystal clear I seen it
Even though you mad at me you'll be glad to see the strategy
Of making these chips come so easily
I max out in the morning baby life is good
Me and you against the whole hood
Soon as I come home
[Chorus (Tupac):]
Grab my strap
Locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back
(As soon as I get home)
Go get the money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as I get home
[Verse Two (Tupac):]
Sitting here looking at pictures of me and you living
But now you out in the world
While I'm twisted in prison
Love letters come daily, words of affection
You send me money and news clips, begging for some sex
Stay wide open keep yours eyes peeled
And my advice is keep it real or you can die squealing
Plus I never have to worry about a visit cause your there daily
Guards trying to get your number you don't dare tell me
Tongue kissing steady humping
Trying to touch or something
Before the co. in the corner jump in
Frontin'
Late night reminiscing
Everybody's quiet, I think something's in the air
Prepare for the riot
It's padlocks in my socks, steel from the bed springs
I touch 'em with thug love, but then let they head's ring
Started a war but now I'm gone
Release me to the streets in the morning it's on
Soon as I get home
[Chorus (Tupac):]
Grab my Gats
Locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back
(Soon as I get home)
Let's get the money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as I get home
[Verse Three (Kadafi):]
Since you've been gone my whole life's been like a game of Cee-Lo
Thinking big like that kid Casino fulfilling my dreams like Nino
Brown, the whole town be shook up
And me and momma surviving depends on how many rocks a young nigga cooked up
Narcotics got drastic, seen them niggas you blasted
Wanting me in a casket, on the grind coping plastic's
Yea nigga I heard, Lil Moo gave the word
You get paroled on the third, it's all love
Still these herb's, be out here fronting
Still here but all about nothing
My double's o's what I'm wanting and I'm trying to see something we ain't never had
Luxury life's results living bad tricks of the trade shit that should of been taught by dad
But learnt through the crew, lesson's between me and you
And once we lock this shit down, there ain't a thing they can do
Meanwhile I'll stay waiting by the phone
Hoping I'll get the call telling a nigga that you home
What?
Grab the Gats
Locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back
Go get the money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my Gats
Locate my comrades
Go get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my Gats
Locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my Gats
Locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my Gats
Locate my comrades
Go get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my Gats
Locate my comrades
Go get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my Gats
Locate my comrades
Go get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets to a war zone
A war zone
(Yeah)
Soon as I get home...
Soon as I get home
[Verse One (Tupac):]
Dear baby it's me again
Stuck inside this Max' Pen'
Trying to pay my debt for all my sins
See
These penitentiary time's be so heavy on my mind
At times it's like I'm living just to die
I'm living in hell
Stuck in my jail cell
Stranded in the county jail
Waiting for my chance to post bail
I wanna be paid in large stacks
And mash in fast Jag's
I blast and wonder how long will I last
My memories fade when I'm intoxicated
Busters be shady
So I'm dumping on cowards crazy whenever faded
I know I said it all before but now I mean it
Visions of me and you balling so crystal clear I seen it
Even though you mad at me you'll be glad to see the strategy
Of making these chips come so easily
I max out in the morning baby life is good
Me and you against the whole hood
Soon as I come home
[Chorus (Tupac):]
Grab my strap
Locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back
(As soon as I get home)
Go get the money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as I get home
[Verse Two (Tupac):]
Sitting here looking at pictures of me and you living
But now you out in the world
While I'm twisted in prison
Love letters come daily, words of affection
You send me money and news clips, begging for some sex
Stay wide open keep yours eyes peeled
And my advice is keep it real or you can die squealing
Plus I never have to worry about a visit cause your there daily
Guards trying to get your number you don't dare tell me
Tongue kissing steady humping
Trying to touch or something
Before the co. in the corner jump in
Frontin'
Late night reminiscing
Everybody's quiet, I think something's in the air
Prepare for the riot
It's padlocks in my socks, steel from the bed springs
I touch 'em with thug love, but then let they head's ring
Started a war but now I'm gone
Release me to the streets in the morning it's on
Soon as I get home
[Chorus (Tupac):]
Grab my Gats
Locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back
(Soon as I get home)
Let's get the money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as I get home
[Verse Three (Kadafi):]
Since you've been gone my whole life's been like a game of Cee-Lo
Thinking big like that kid Casino fulfilling my dreams like Nino
Brown, the whole town be shook up
And me and momma surviving depends on how many rocks a young nigga cooked up
Narcotics got drastic, seen them niggas you blasted
Wanting me in a casket, on the grind coping plastic's
Yea nigga I heard, Lil Moo gave the word
You get paroled on the third, it's all love
Still these herb's, be out here fronting
Still here but all about nothing
My double's o's what I'm wanting and I'm trying to see something we ain't never had
Luxury life's results living bad tricks of the trade shit that should of been taught by dad
But learnt through the crew, lesson's between me and you
And once we lock this shit down, there ain't a thing they can do
Meanwhile I'll stay waiting by the phone
Hoping I'll get the call telling a nigga that you home
What?
Grab the Gats
Locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back
Go get the money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my Gats
Locate my comrades
Go get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my Gats
Locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my Gats
Locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my Gats
Locate my comrades
Go get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my Gats
Locate my comrades
Go get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as I get home
Grab my Gats
Locate my comrades
Go get my enemies not knowing I'm coming back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets to a war zone
A war zone
(Yeah)
Playa Cardz Right (Male) - tupac (feat. Keon Bryce, Ludacris)
This going out to all the females that be having
To beat them motherfuckers in they head to get them
Off of them, Haha
[2Pac]
Another shady mission, tricks, like watchin pictures in hazy vision
Tonight is love makin, take you any place you wish
Today we satisfied, and today we stole them kisses
Blind insanity, perfect pictures of me and my family
Not understanding it definitely, if they plan for me
If I have kids, will I live to see them grow?
Though I don't know, I live the life of a thug nigga
Until the day I go, no broken promises
A sacred bond broken, I know I die alone
But yet and still I'm hopin
Visions of prisons, maybe I'll be forgiven
I know it's better in heaven 'cause bein here ain't livin
Close my eyes and see nothing but pain, the world is crazy, still
Lookin for a queen to plant seeds and have babies
Maybe I'll be the one or just maybe I'm lost
You'll never know being cautious, if you playa cardz right
[Chorus: Keyon Bryce (2Pac)]
Playa cardz right baby (Haha, playa cardz right)
Playa cardz right girl (Take ya time)
Take your time baby (Be patient)
Just be patient baby (Don't rush)
Don't you rush it girl
[Ludacris]
Uh huh, Luda
You ain't gotta do that baby
It's not the hand that you're dealt but how you playin your cards
You got a brother feelin mellow like a Cuban cigar
You truly a star, we'll take the days one at a time
I think we make the perfect pair, cause you my one of a kind
I say we make a full house, live out the family dreams
No jokers, no jacks, just kings and queens
And we should leave the clubs alone and take trips to islands
Give you all of my heart and flood your hands with diamonds
No more livin like a player, stop chasin the hoes
I never put you in a shuffle, use my ace in the hole
I live a life full of riches we got places to go
So no bluffin, no rushin, just takin it slow
Let your man do the hustling while you lay in the shade
I'll throw a deuce to the haters, call a spade a spade
And let you know I'll never hurt you, babygirl
You made me hurry up and wait and I know patience is a virtue
Haha
Playa cardz right baby
[Chorus]
[Keon Bryce]
You're the one, the only one heaven sent for me
Baby I'm hopin that you understand, that you still believe
That I got the special times, on my mind, just hopin that you see
Baby that the thug in me is lovin you, that this is meant to be
Girl I'll never leave you alone
[Repeat]
[Chorus: 2x]
[Pac] Hahah
[Luda] You know
[Pac] I know how it is sometimes
[Luda] I know exactly what you talking about
[Pac] Motherfucker be havin a one track mind.
That liquor be makin a motherfucker just straight up stone cold thuggin
[Luda] It's ok, we don't know no better sometimes, haha
[Pac] You gotta slow down homie
[Luda] We learn that
[Pac] Playa cardz right
[Luda] Yeah hahaha
[Pac] Especially them niggaz like Kastro, Kastro is a straight gorilla pimp
[Luda] My homeboy I-20 is just like that man
[Pac] And that nigga fuckin uhh, Yaki Kadafi, straight gorilla pimp
[Luda] Lil' Fate the same way
[Pac] Niggaz just be takin it, they don't give a fuck. Big what?
[Luda] Exactly
[Pac] Them niggaz is just gorilla pimps
[Luda] Haha, that's Jayo for ya
[Pac] E.D.I. Amin
[Luda] Hahahaha, Haaaaa
[Pac] That nigga done slow down up
[Luda] Please slow it down
[Pac] He used to be a super gorilla pimp
[Luda] Dolla Boy, Haha, Disturbin tha Peace baby, we can take it slow sometimes man
[Pac] Yeah, yeah
[Luda] Woooo, playa cardz right
[Pac] Playa cardz right
To beat them motherfuckers in they head to get them
Off of them, Haha
[2Pac]
Another shady mission, tricks, like watchin pictures in hazy vision
Tonight is love makin, take you any place you wish
Today we satisfied, and today we stole them kisses
Blind insanity, perfect pictures of me and my family
Not understanding it definitely, if they plan for me
If I have kids, will I live to see them grow?
Though I don't know, I live the life of a thug nigga
Until the day I go, no broken promises
A sacred bond broken, I know I die alone
But yet and still I'm hopin
Visions of prisons, maybe I'll be forgiven
I know it's better in heaven 'cause bein here ain't livin
Close my eyes and see nothing but pain, the world is crazy, still
Lookin for a queen to plant seeds and have babies
Maybe I'll be the one or just maybe I'm lost
You'll never know being cautious, if you playa cardz right
[Chorus: Keyon Bryce (2Pac)]
Playa cardz right baby (Haha, playa cardz right)
Playa cardz right girl (Take ya time)
Take your time baby (Be patient)
Just be patient baby (Don't rush)
Don't you rush it girl
[Ludacris]
Uh huh, Luda
You ain't gotta do that baby
It's not the hand that you're dealt but how you playin your cards
You got a brother feelin mellow like a Cuban cigar
You truly a star, we'll take the days one at a time
I think we make the perfect pair, cause you my one of a kind
I say we make a full house, live out the family dreams
No jokers, no jacks, just kings and queens
And we should leave the clubs alone and take trips to islands
Give you all of my heart and flood your hands with diamonds
No more livin like a player, stop chasin the hoes
I never put you in a shuffle, use my ace in the hole
I live a life full of riches we got places to go
So no bluffin, no rushin, just takin it slow
Let your man do the hustling while you lay in the shade
I'll throw a deuce to the haters, call a spade a spade
And let you know I'll never hurt you, babygirl
You made me hurry up and wait and I know patience is a virtue
Haha
Playa cardz right baby
[Chorus]
[Keon Bryce]
You're the one, the only one heaven sent for me
Baby I'm hopin that you understand, that you still believe
That I got the special times, on my mind, just hopin that you see
Baby that the thug in me is lovin you, that this is meant to be
Girl I'll never leave you alone
[Repeat]
[Chorus: 2x]
[Pac] Hahah
[Luda] You know
[Pac] I know how it is sometimes
[Luda] I know exactly what you talking about
[Pac] Motherfucker be havin a one track mind.
That liquor be makin a motherfucker just straight up stone cold thuggin
[Luda] It's ok, we don't know no better sometimes, haha
[Pac] You gotta slow down homie
[Luda] We learn that
[Pac] Playa cardz right
[Luda] Yeah hahaha
[Pac] Especially them niggaz like Kastro, Kastro is a straight gorilla pimp
[Luda] My homeboy I-20 is just like that man
[Pac] And that nigga fuckin uhh, Yaki Kadafi, straight gorilla pimp
[Luda] Lil' Fate the same way
[Pac] Niggaz just be takin it, they don't give a fuck. Big what?
[Luda] Exactly
[Pac] Them niggaz is just gorilla pimps
[Luda] Haha, that's Jayo for ya
[Pac] E.D.I. Amin
[Luda] Hahahaha, Haaaaa
[Pac] That nigga done slow down up
[Luda] Please slow it down
[Pac] He used to be a super gorilla pimp
[Luda] Dolla Boy, Haha, Disturbin tha Peace baby, we can take it slow sometimes man
[Pac] Yeah, yeah
[Luda] Woooo, playa cardz right
[Pac] Playa cardz right
Don't Stop - 2pac (feat. Big Syke, EDI Amin & others)
[Intro: Tupac talking]
This go out to C. Delores Tucker, Bob Dole
And everybody else who feels like uh
They stronger than the constitution
Freedom of speech big baby
Freedom of speech
Ha ha ha
Outlawz
Goddamn! Rap music I hate that
It's just so violent and it destroys everyone, it makes the kids crazy
The kids kill people
There cop hater
here going against society, I don't understand the music
It's too loud, it's too rowdy, it's too violent
Let's ban all rap music
(Outlawz)
Ban Tupac, ban the Outlaw Immortalz ban 'em
[Verse One: Young Noble]
Listen it ain't no stopping
I gotta hustle
Cop it make it double, try to
Stop it and touch it, I'ma cock it and bust it
Niggaz tryna get it addicted to fast living
Get rich or die trying nigga as 50
I've been Operating Under Thug Laws As A Warrior
Oppressed by the industry the Hip-Hop government ?? by the Hip-Hop Police
Why you think Nas screaming Hip-Hop deceased?
No justice (No justice)
All the judges got grudges
Giving my niggaz life for a little next to nothing
So wherever you are, just a little extra something
You ain't the only one, we all going through the struggle
Penny pinching
It's like you really ain't living
? until eleven's, I'm cooking in the kitchen
Like we looking and we wishing
Praying will he hear it?
It's eating at my spirit
Speaking for the spirits
[Verse Two: Tupac]
You can't break me
Never make me
Busta soft the beats
This Outlaw style got a brother off the streets
Miss Deloris Tucker sue me I won't stop
Till we get justice for these crooked cops on my block
Time Warner full of sissies
Tell 'em all to miss me
A bunch of hypocrites
Whistling Dixie
Good riddance cause you never should of touched me
You cowards knew you couldn't take the pressure I'ma make you sorry
Trust me
Didn't cry when they dropped me
(Nah)
Can they stop me?
Tryna sell 4 million copies
If I wasn't spitting it'd be prison or death
This rap game all we got left
So try to comprehend where we coming from
Life as an Outlaw
Ain't meant for everyone
So here we come
Recognize how we organize
Strategize now we unified brothers on the rise
And we can't stop
[Chorus: Young Noble & Stormy]
No way no how we got to keep moving
And putting it down
We can't stop
(Outlawz)
Until we reach the top
Through the music we speak to the blocks
Believe it or not
I don't know what you've been, told
Real niggaz don't stay on they go
Can't stop until I get that you know
Won't stop until I get that keep going
[Verse Three: Hussein Fatal]
Bury me with a Makaveli suit and a Mac
I've God strike me with lightning, I'm shooting him back
Skinny cause I don't work out, my man is in the gym
Long as I'm strong enough to put a hammer on your chin
Trapped in the storm
Fuck the world till I'm gone
I'm bucking at Corey Brooke he treating my niggaz wrong
Until I'm gone
They gon' see who I be
I picture this bricks ducking from the penitentiary
[Verse Four: Kadafi]
See
Mysteriously it seems
Through my deepest thoughts and dreams its all wrong
Pop too long gone, and now 18 I'm stranded on my own
Abandoned here in the zone
Protect my thrown pal like a king, Al Capone style
Fake no jacks on this grind
Coked up with crack I get mine
Living life as a Don, Guess Gortex, Louis Vuitton
[Verse Five: Hussein Fatal]
Yeah your boys back with the proper team
When they think I'm wearing Red I'ma rock the Green
On a whole 'nother episode
Cops never heard of ya
The otherside'll hide down the block from the murder scene
Catch ya man he dead with the Fifth
When it's hot on Nu he G-Ride from the clear to the bricks
So gangster how he switched from the clear to the bricks
Niggaz hate it but they scared of the Fifth
(And we won't stop)
Outlawz!
[Chorus]
[Verse Six: Big Syke]
This rap game like a robbery
Cause it seem somebody hiding me
My nigga, made a motherfucker cop a Ki'
Motherfucker ain't no stopping me
My nigga, It's Mussolini see me all in the midst
I'm still chilling like I'm bottle of Crys'
Enemies sharpen they ?
And when they see me they can give me a kiss
So I'm posing with the frozen wrists
Outlaw immortalized we survived and curst
So I claim it like I'm bangin a turf
Yeah it's easy like I'm putting in work
Not been easy you wanna jerk
Come the squeezey I'm ready to murk
Outlawz, Makaveli niggaz ready to flow
So baby are you ready to go?
Outlaw my niggaz be screaming at night
A Big Syko with the thug in your life
[Verse Seven: EDI Amin]
Don't stop (Don't stop)
Keep going (Keep going)
Even when the wheels fall off we keep rolling (Keep rolling)
This Hip-Hop thing just won't stop
It's number one at the top of the charts
Here to stay like 'Pac
Man I just can't let it go
It's in my blood stream (Yeah)
So when I flow, I gotta do my thug thing
For the hood the under privileged and oppressed
Young nigga get rich, cash more cheques
Take the hood life
Put it on on wax
Get stakes now we living the good life
Car brand new and it shine so clean
Bought momma a house, on sweet sixteen's
And we, sitting clean in the latest edition
From the block to the movie screen deep in and pimpin'
Recognize how we organize
Strategize now we unified brothers on the rise
And we won't stop
[Chorus]
This go out to C. Delores Tucker, Bob Dole
And everybody else who feels like uh
They stronger than the constitution
Freedom of speech big baby
Freedom of speech
Ha ha ha
Outlawz
Goddamn! Rap music I hate that
It's just so violent and it destroys everyone, it makes the kids crazy
The kids kill people
There cop hater
here going against society, I don't understand the music
It's too loud, it's too rowdy, it's too violent
Let's ban all rap music
(Outlawz)
Ban Tupac, ban the Outlaw Immortalz ban 'em
[Verse One: Young Noble]
Listen it ain't no stopping
I gotta hustle
Cop it make it double, try to
Stop it and touch it, I'ma cock it and bust it
Niggaz tryna get it addicted to fast living
Get rich or die trying nigga as 50
I've been Operating Under Thug Laws As A Warrior
Oppressed by the industry the Hip-Hop government ?? by the Hip-Hop Police
Why you think Nas screaming Hip-Hop deceased?
No justice (No justice)
All the judges got grudges
Giving my niggaz life for a little next to nothing
So wherever you are, just a little extra something
You ain't the only one, we all going through the struggle
Penny pinching
It's like you really ain't living
? until eleven's, I'm cooking in the kitchen
Like we looking and we wishing
Praying will he hear it?
It's eating at my spirit
Speaking for the spirits
[Verse Two: Tupac]
You can't break me
Never make me
Busta soft the beats
This Outlaw style got a brother off the streets
Miss Deloris Tucker sue me I won't stop
Till we get justice for these crooked cops on my block
Time Warner full of sissies
Tell 'em all to miss me
A bunch of hypocrites
Whistling Dixie
Good riddance cause you never should of touched me
You cowards knew you couldn't take the pressure I'ma make you sorry
Trust me
Didn't cry when they dropped me
(Nah)
Can they stop me?
Tryna sell 4 million copies
If I wasn't spitting it'd be prison or death
This rap game all we got left
So try to comprehend where we coming from
Life as an Outlaw
Ain't meant for everyone
So here we come
Recognize how we organize
Strategize now we unified brothers on the rise
And we can't stop
[Chorus: Young Noble & Stormy]
No way no how we got to keep moving
And putting it down
We can't stop
(Outlawz)
Until we reach the top
Through the music we speak to the blocks
Believe it or not
I don't know what you've been, told
Real niggaz don't stay on they go
Can't stop until I get that you know
Won't stop until I get that keep going
[Verse Three: Hussein Fatal]
Bury me with a Makaveli suit and a Mac
I've God strike me with lightning, I'm shooting him back
Skinny cause I don't work out, my man is in the gym
Long as I'm strong enough to put a hammer on your chin
Trapped in the storm
Fuck the world till I'm gone
I'm bucking at Corey Brooke he treating my niggaz wrong
Until I'm gone
They gon' see who I be
I picture this bricks ducking from the penitentiary
[Verse Four: Kadafi]
See
Mysteriously it seems
Through my deepest thoughts and dreams its all wrong
Pop too long gone, and now 18 I'm stranded on my own
Abandoned here in the zone
Protect my thrown pal like a king, Al Capone style
Fake no jacks on this grind
Coked up with crack I get mine
Living life as a Don, Guess Gortex, Louis Vuitton
[Verse Five: Hussein Fatal]
Yeah your boys back with the proper team
When they think I'm wearing Red I'ma rock the Green
On a whole 'nother episode
Cops never heard of ya
The otherside'll hide down the block from the murder scene
Catch ya man he dead with the Fifth
When it's hot on Nu he G-Ride from the clear to the bricks
So gangster how he switched from the clear to the bricks
Niggaz hate it but they scared of the Fifth
(And we won't stop)
Outlawz!
[Chorus]
[Verse Six: Big Syke]
This rap game like a robbery
Cause it seem somebody hiding me
My nigga, made a motherfucker cop a Ki'
Motherfucker ain't no stopping me
My nigga, It's Mussolini see me all in the midst
I'm still chilling like I'm bottle of Crys'
Enemies sharpen they ?
And when they see me they can give me a kiss
So I'm posing with the frozen wrists
Outlaw immortalized we survived and curst
So I claim it like I'm bangin a turf
Yeah it's easy like I'm putting in work
Not been easy you wanna jerk
Come the squeezey I'm ready to murk
Outlawz, Makaveli niggaz ready to flow
So baby are you ready to go?
Outlaw my niggaz be screaming at night
A Big Syko with the thug in your life
[Verse Seven: EDI Amin]
Don't stop (Don't stop)
Keep going (Keep going)
Even when the wheels fall off we keep rolling (Keep rolling)
This Hip-Hop thing just won't stop
It's number one at the top of the charts
Here to stay like 'Pac
Man I just can't let it go
It's in my blood stream (Yeah)
So when I flow, I gotta do my thug thing
For the hood the under privileged and oppressed
Young nigga get rich, cash more cheques
Take the hood life
Put it on on wax
Get stakes now we living the good life
Car brand new and it shine so clean
Bought momma a house, on sweet sixteen's
And we, sitting clean in the latest edition
From the block to the movie screen deep in and pimpin'
Recognize how we organize
Strategize now we unified brothers on the rise
And we won't stop
[Chorus]
Pac's Life (Remix) - tupac (feat. Chris Starr, Snoop Dogg, T.I.)
Uh oh, uh oh
Oh, oh
They ain't ready for this
Uh huh
LT Hutton, Snoog Dogg, T.I.
It's that new Pac yall
Uh oh, let's get it, Oh!
[Chorus - Chris Starr (Snoop Dogg)]
Pac's Life (Yeah, uh huh)
Everybody talk about Pac's Life (And you ain't even know the homie)
But what do you know about Pac's Life? (What you know about Pac's Life?) Yeah
Everybody talk about Pac's Life (Outlaw, Outlaw, yeah)
[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Started with five shots, niggaz plottin' to kill em'
Never figured that, that same nigga'd sell five million
Hit the charts like a madman nothin' but hits
Court cases got a nigga facin' multiple digits
Dodgin cop cars look at how we come so far
Picture high school dropout rollin' the double R
House full of happiness weed and drink
Way out sortin' trouble tryna find me king
Never pictured livin' longer than my twenty-first
Thought I'd be locked down, cracked out or in the dirt
And though it hurt's to see the change
It comes with the fame
Why we gossip in the silly games
To all the motherfuckers speakin down on me -
This is the night, Why is everybody caught up in Pac's Life
To all ya'll niggaz, conversatin' on my life
Mind your motherfuckin' business!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Snoop Dogg]
When we first hung out together, I met you with the homie
We had no intentions of becoming homies
But at no time at all, you became my dog
You showed me how to roll blunts, we used to bounce and ball
I was living on Bush in the pent house suites
Had my lil' cousin Daz hook you up with some beats
It was Outlaw, Dogg Pound, Death Row Records, man we tore up the town
Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre and now we got Pac, it felt like a drizzeam
Remember when I told Suge to put you on the tizzeam
And you know that I was true
Cause I took the focus off of me to put 'All Eyez On you'
And we became the most hunted together, '2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted'
And our relationship was genuwine
Wanna know how I know about Pac's Life? Cause was a friend of mine
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - T.I.]
Ey, what's happenin Pac' yeah I know we never got to meet
But we know all the same people so we got the speed
You taught me first -- fate nigga can't stop a G
And all that shit you went through meant alot to me
Watchin you lockin up with him, was a shame to see
You know crack in the business did the same thing to me
I get along with real niggaz, it's a lane to be
Talkin' loud outta pocket tryna bang wit' me
Well so I'm pullin' out my pocket, let it rain ya' see
Now they all in the court room, blamin' me
See we lived the same life and represent the same struggle
Power to the real nigga and death to the sucker
Money over bitches get to know em' before you love em'
Death before dishonor never talk to army trouble
Live by the same rules, so my wrist's tattooed
With the same sorta' dude, with the same short fuse
[Chorus]
Oh, oh
They ain't ready for this
Uh huh
LT Hutton, Snoog Dogg, T.I.
It's that new Pac yall
Uh oh, let's get it, Oh!
[Chorus - Chris Starr (Snoop Dogg)]
Pac's Life (Yeah, uh huh)
Everybody talk about Pac's Life (And you ain't even know the homie)
But what do you know about Pac's Life? (What you know about Pac's Life?) Yeah
Everybody talk about Pac's Life (Outlaw, Outlaw, yeah)
[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Started with five shots, niggaz plottin' to kill em'
Never figured that, that same nigga'd sell five million
Hit the charts like a madman nothin' but hits
Court cases got a nigga facin' multiple digits
Dodgin cop cars look at how we come so far
Picture high school dropout rollin' the double R
House full of happiness weed and drink
Way out sortin' trouble tryna find me king
Never pictured livin' longer than my twenty-first
Thought I'd be locked down, cracked out or in the dirt
And though it hurt's to see the change
It comes with the fame
Why we gossip in the silly games
To all the motherfuckers speakin down on me -
This is the night, Why is everybody caught up in Pac's Life
To all ya'll niggaz, conversatin' on my life
Mind your motherfuckin' business!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Snoop Dogg]
When we first hung out together, I met you with the homie
We had no intentions of becoming homies
But at no time at all, you became my dog
You showed me how to roll blunts, we used to bounce and ball
I was living on Bush in the pent house suites
Had my lil' cousin Daz hook you up with some beats
It was Outlaw, Dogg Pound, Death Row Records, man we tore up the town
Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre and now we got Pac, it felt like a drizzeam
Remember when I told Suge to put you on the tizzeam
And you know that I was true
Cause I took the focus off of me to put 'All Eyez On you'
And we became the most hunted together, '2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted'
And our relationship was genuwine
Wanna know how I know about Pac's Life? Cause was a friend of mine
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - T.I.]
Ey, what's happenin Pac' yeah I know we never got to meet
But we know all the same people so we got the speed
You taught me first -- fate nigga can't stop a G
And all that shit you went through meant alot to me
Watchin you lockin up with him, was a shame to see
You know crack in the business did the same thing to me
I get along with real niggaz, it's a lane to be
Talkin' loud outta pocket tryna bang wit' me
Well so I'm pullin' out my pocket, let it rain ya' see
Now they all in the court room, blamin' me
See we lived the same life and represent the same struggle
Power to the real nigga and death to the sucker
Money over bitches get to know em' before you love em'
Death before dishonor never talk to army trouble
Live by the same rules, so my wrist's tattooed
With the same sorta' dude, with the same short fuse
[Chorus]
Untouchable - 2pac (feat. Gravy, Hussein Fatal, Yaki Kadafi)
[Intro: 2Pac talking]
You motherfuckers kill me
Why yall niggaz don't ever talk that shit when we be in the physical form?
Why yall niggaz get all shy when we right there next to you at the premiere's and shit?
Hahaha
Yall niggaz get alot of heart when you get in the studio, huh?
Get that can the man motherfucker wanna talk shit on the mic
Well do this for me, would you?
Next time you get the notion to talk some shit about an Outlaw nigga
or a nigga from the west side the best side, call me
Call me nigga, reach out and touch a nigga, cause uh
If you don't do that and I hear one of you niggaz sayin somethin on a record, ha
Expect me nigga like you expect Jesus to come back
Expect me nigga, I'm comin'
[Beat starts]
[2Pac]
Ah, from the pressure, yeah
You know how we do this Quik, Outlaws, untouchable
After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again
Time to make ya'll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to
Bitches to scary, get to near me we rush 'em
Visions of over packed prisons, million's of niggaz thug living
Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us
So pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh)
Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place
I'm sensing niggaz is defenseless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost
Who can prevent me shooting senseless at these niggaz throats?
Only wish to breed, I explode into a million seeds
Yall remember me legendary live eternally
Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation
Niggas screamin' peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em,
Take 'em to places face to face then erase 'em, and break 'em
Murder motherfuckers that are waitin' to quicken the pace
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Bitch made niggaz and that bullshit you going through
Outlaws busting while we rushing
We untouchable
Fuck you niggaz and that bullshit you going through
We Outlaws rushing you busting you
We untouchable
[Repeat 2x]
[Gravy]
Aiyyo we won't stop, I let the '44 pop
Tanqueray and Alize' make niggaz get shot
I'm smokin on some gush baby, you know it's all Gravy
Calicos, AK's, niggaz yellin mayday
Payday, soon as the red dots connect
Off that haze and that 'dro, that Cali sticky icky
Strictly 2-1-3, 8-1-8, 3-2-3
3-1-0, we Outlaws, baby
[Yaki Kadafi]
I'm surrounded by thugs, slugs with crystals and pistols, callin
Copy murderers that be softer than tissues
Got my persona soldier dedicated to the fuckin drama
My foes retreat like pros when they post my pros
Mashin like piranahs or a pack of pitts
Bodies get wasted, paper chasin, tryna stack a brick
Dear mama, I'm touched for lots of lethal clutch, clingin for a life which ain't much
And a lust for these guns to bust
Ain't no trust for these herbs tryna wet ya, keep my burner on the dresser
Wake up bustin in the mornin from the pressure
[Chorus: 2x]
[Hussein Fatal]
I never had a chance to be a buster, I was raised hard
With the only shed of tattooed tears out near the graveyard
I rep my Outlaws deeply
Done seen too many real players fall to let the industry cheat me
Only behind the scenes do they see me as 2Pac the don
And this bitch with 2 glocks, I'm wrong
The homie still gon roll and standin with your biggest G
You still gon fold, I can guarantee you a lost
The homie 'Pac told me "I can guarantee you a boss"
And it was in for a brief minute, far as my life
Since he disappeared, I still ain't found peace in it
But still strugglin like Mumia Abu, it was bout to end truely I knew
Named my daughter Assadah, for that alone, make 'em more than a rider
Got every homie trigger finger under the set
Dope but guaranteed now my 1 on 1 will connect
[Chorus: 2x]
[2Pac]
Fuck you niggaz and that bullshit you going through
Outlaws! We untouchable!
You motherfuckers kill me
Why yall niggaz don't ever talk that shit when we be in the physical form?
Why yall niggaz get all shy when we right there next to you at the premiere's and shit?
Hahaha
Yall niggaz get alot of heart when you get in the studio, huh?
Get that can the man motherfucker wanna talk shit on the mic
Well do this for me, would you?
Next time you get the notion to talk some shit about an Outlaw nigga
or a nigga from the west side the best side, call me
Call me nigga, reach out and touch a nigga, cause uh
If you don't do that and I hear one of you niggaz sayin somethin on a record, ha
Expect me nigga like you expect Jesus to come back
Expect me nigga, I'm comin'
[Beat starts]
[2Pac]
Ah, from the pressure, yeah
You know how we do this Quik, Outlaws, untouchable
After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again
Time to make ya'll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to
Bitches to scary, get to near me we rush 'em
Visions of over packed prisons, million's of niggaz thug living
Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us
So pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh)
Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place
I'm sensing niggaz is defenseless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost
Who can prevent me shooting senseless at these niggaz throats?
Only wish to breed, I explode into a million seeds
Yall remember me legendary live eternally
Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation
Niggas screamin' peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em,
Take 'em to places face to face then erase 'em, and break 'em
Murder motherfuckers that are waitin' to quicken the pace
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Bitch made niggaz and that bullshit you going through
Outlaws busting while we rushing
We untouchable
Fuck you niggaz and that bullshit you going through
We Outlaws rushing you busting you
We untouchable
[Repeat 2x]
[Gravy]
Aiyyo we won't stop, I let the '44 pop
Tanqueray and Alize' make niggaz get shot
I'm smokin on some gush baby, you know it's all Gravy
Calicos, AK's, niggaz yellin mayday
Payday, soon as the red dots connect
Off that haze and that 'dro, that Cali sticky icky
Strictly 2-1-3, 8-1-8, 3-2-3
3-1-0, we Outlaws, baby
[Yaki Kadafi]
I'm surrounded by thugs, slugs with crystals and pistols, callin
Copy murderers that be softer than tissues
Got my persona soldier dedicated to the fuckin drama
My foes retreat like pros when they post my pros
Mashin like piranahs or a pack of pitts
Bodies get wasted, paper chasin, tryna stack a brick
Dear mama, I'm touched for lots of lethal clutch, clingin for a life which ain't much
And a lust for these guns to bust
Ain't no trust for these herbs tryna wet ya, keep my burner on the dresser
Wake up bustin in the mornin from the pressure
[Chorus: 2x]
[Hussein Fatal]
I never had a chance to be a buster, I was raised hard
With the only shed of tattooed tears out near the graveyard
I rep my Outlaws deeply
Done seen too many real players fall to let the industry cheat me
Only behind the scenes do they see me as 2Pac the don
And this bitch with 2 glocks, I'm wrong
The homie still gon roll and standin with your biggest G
You still gon fold, I can guarantee you a lost
The homie 'Pac told me "I can guarantee you a boss"
And it was in for a brief minute, far as my life
Since he disappeared, I still ain't found peace in it
But still strugglin like Mumia Abu, it was bout to end truely I knew
Named my daughter Assadah, for that alone, make 'em more than a rider
Got every homie trigger finger under the set
Dope but guaranteed now my 1 on 1 will connect
[Chorus: 2x]
[2Pac]
Fuck you niggaz and that bullshit you going through
Outlaws! We untouchable!
Scared Straight - tupac
[Tupac talking]
Fuck all these motherfucker's talking all this old bullshit
Like niggas just gonna accept that old trash ass shit
We ain't having none of this old shit
These niggas about to come up straight short
Casue we about to get buck wild on you motherfucker's
[Verse 1]
Prepare for the wrath, a psychopath when this song play
Get iller than Johnny Gill and rub you the wrong way
Fuck sensitivity I get cruel when you're doing me
Cause none of the rough stuff bitch stop pursuing me
So true to the game, it's a name you don't dare say
A lyrical lunatic when I kick it your scared straight
Motherfucker's fall pray to the roster
You step any closer and get hit with a dose of
The iller-fied pimping-ass gang to bang to
And I ain't ashamed to, get wicked with slang to
Niggas know, when I flow, I can give you mo'
Get sicker than psycho, and won't let the Mic, go
Till I hear the whole crowd on they two feet
As I go through new beats, I'm running through MC's
Nigga please you dizzy, you can't take me
You stumble through break beats but you'll never fade me
Scared straight cause you hate, when I motivate
You suffer a different fate, when music I mutilate
But some of the super suckers try to stop me
I'm gunning and running the stupid motherfucker's now they jock me
What if I should trip? Or chill and a give fair break
Fuck it they feel the wrath of a motherfucker scared straight
[Chorus]
You scared motherfucker you scared?
I know you scared motherfucker you scared (Ah, yeah, scared straight)
Cause I can hear your heart beating, heavy breathing
I can see the sweat, trickling from your head
You scared motherfucker you scared?
I know you scared motherfucker you scared (When your heart's beating)
Cause I can hear your heart beating, heavy breathing
I can see the sweat, trickling from your head
[Verse 2]
Feel the 'Fever In The Funk House' buster you'll get rolled on
No matter how much they bring, I duck and dodge and hold on
Best a watch the swing
Nigga the game is so strong, catch me by surprise
You won't realize your hoe's gone
Nigga I'm on the creep
And if I know your address, girls as good as stuck
She eating my Mr. Badness
Pac don't give a fuck, I got too many enemies
Fucking with the ginger juice the booze of fucking Hennessy
The closer they can get
But still don't let them see me sweat, suckers ain't trying to step
They know they'll be breathing they last breathe
Niggas ain't got no heart, but swear that they be rocking shit
Till they get a load of the bold ass 2Pacalypse
Tell them to bring the noise, and look like they wanna rift
Brother this is ain't a game, a crook's what's you're fucking with
Hitting him with the flurry, I'll bury him if he steps to me
Sucker's can't get next to me, tripping off some Ecstasy
Literal life insanity, even a form of suicide
This ain't BBD, try doing me you're do or die
Dropping them like a Mack, and smacking them like a weak bitch
nigga don't even twitch
Cause them I'ma have to pull the switch
Victory to the switch, so fuck 'em if they, try to break
Freaking 'em with the funk left them drunk
Hella scared straight
Hell yeah
Scared straight
[Chorus - 4X]
This 2Pacalypse in this motherfucker
And I'm scared straight
My motherfucker partners in the house
Fuck all these motherfucker's talking all this old bullshit
Like niggas just gonna accept that old trash ass shit
We ain't having none of this old shit
These niggas about to come up straight short
Casue we about to get buck wild on you motherfucker's
[Verse 1]
Prepare for the wrath, a psychopath when this song play
Get iller than Johnny Gill and rub you the wrong way
Fuck sensitivity I get cruel when you're doing me
Cause none of the rough stuff bitch stop pursuing me
So true to the game, it's a name you don't dare say
A lyrical lunatic when I kick it your scared straight
Motherfucker's fall pray to the roster
You step any closer and get hit with a dose of
The iller-fied pimping-ass gang to bang to
And I ain't ashamed to, get wicked with slang to
Niggas know, when I flow, I can give you mo'
Get sicker than psycho, and won't let the Mic, go
Till I hear the whole crowd on they two feet
As I go through new beats, I'm running through MC's
Nigga please you dizzy, you can't take me
You stumble through break beats but you'll never fade me
Scared straight cause you hate, when I motivate
You suffer a different fate, when music I mutilate
But some of the super suckers try to stop me
I'm gunning and running the stupid motherfucker's now they jock me
What if I should trip? Or chill and a give fair break
Fuck it they feel the wrath of a motherfucker scared straight
[Chorus]
You scared motherfucker you scared?
I know you scared motherfucker you scared (Ah, yeah, scared straight)
Cause I can hear your heart beating, heavy breathing
I can see the sweat, trickling from your head
You scared motherfucker you scared?
I know you scared motherfucker you scared (When your heart's beating)
Cause I can hear your heart beating, heavy breathing
I can see the sweat, trickling from your head
[Verse 2]
Feel the 'Fever In The Funk House' buster you'll get rolled on
No matter how much they bring, I duck and dodge and hold on
Best a watch the swing
Nigga the game is so strong, catch me by surprise
You won't realize your hoe's gone
Nigga I'm on the creep
And if I know your address, girls as good as stuck
She eating my Mr. Badness
Pac don't give a fuck, I got too many enemies
Fucking with the ginger juice the booze of fucking Hennessy
The closer they can get
But still don't let them see me sweat, suckers ain't trying to step
They know they'll be breathing they last breathe
Niggas ain't got no heart, but swear that they be rocking shit
Till they get a load of the bold ass 2Pacalypse
Tell them to bring the noise, and look like they wanna rift
Brother this is ain't a game, a crook's what's you're fucking with
Hitting him with the flurry, I'll bury him if he steps to me
Sucker's can't get next to me, tripping off some Ecstasy
Literal life insanity, even a form of suicide
This ain't BBD, try doing me you're do or die
Dropping them like a Mack, and smacking them like a weak bitch
nigga don't even twitch
Cause them I'ma have to pull the switch
Victory to the switch, so fuck 'em if they, try to break
Freaking 'em with the funk left them drunk
Hella scared straight
Hell yeah
Scared straight
[Chorus - 4X]
This 2Pacalypse in this motherfucker
And I'm scared straight
My motherfucker partners in the house
Soldier Like Me (Return Of The Soulja) - tupac (feat. Eminem)
[Intro: Tupac]
So what I wanna do, hopefully is... I wanna be, uhm not a wannabe I am Tupac Shakur!
Tupac!
2005!
Guess who's back? G-G-Guess who's back
G-G-Guess who's back? G-G-Guess who's back
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
[Verse 1: Tupac]
Posse deep as I role through the streets
Motherfuck the police as we creep, in our Jeeps
Layin so long you think I'm asleep
But at the slightest beef, I'm robbin niggaz through the teeth
And OPD can get the dick if they play tuffy
Last time them niggaz rushed me, I aint bust but now I'm touchy
Trust me, aint nothing jumpin but these buck shots
Them niggaz got enough knots, I'm poppin corrupt cops
Ya motherfuckaz catch a hot one
You wanted to start a problem, now you coward cops have got one
And there's no prison that can hold a
Motherfuckin soulja, ready to role and take control
So now I jack 'em while they sleepin
Role to the door, through a grenade in the precinct
Some people panic, brothers bugged out
I had to keep poppin, cuz wouldn't stop until they rugged out
And they vest don't protect from the head wounds
Reload ammunitions and them bitches will be dead soon
Smoke rising from the barrel of my shotty
I finally got revenge, now count the bodies
20 cops, one for every year in jail
Tryin to keep a nigga down, but ya failed
Before I let ya take me, I told ya
Fuck being trapped, I'm a soulja
[Chorus: Eminem]
I betcha that I got something you aint got, that's called courage
It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon
I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person
I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin
You aint?
[Verse 2: Tupac]
It's Tupac in the mad bitch
In them six-'fo, rag on them thangs, that's a bad bitch
Gettin ghosts on them bitches in the town
Bustin out the backseat, nigga when we clown
Homie is you down?
B got the strap and she anxious
Hurry up 'fo she spank shit
Commin round the corners, spittin rounds
They payin homie down
Caught them sucka ass bitches outta bounce
Now tell me how that sound?
A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day
Now tell me how that sound?
A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day
Stinkin BIATCH!
[Chorus: Eminem]
I betcha that I got something you aint got, that's called courage
It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon
I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person
I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin
You aint? (Tupac)
[Outro: Tupac]
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
So what I wanna do, hopefully is... I wanna be, uhm not a wannabe I am Tupac Shakur!
Tupac!
2005!
Guess who's back? G-G-Guess who's back
G-G-Guess who's back? G-G-Guess who's back
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
[Verse 1: Tupac]
Posse deep as I role through the streets
Motherfuck the police as we creep, in our Jeeps
Layin so long you think I'm asleep
But at the slightest beef, I'm robbin niggaz through the teeth
And OPD can get the dick if they play tuffy
Last time them niggaz rushed me, I aint bust but now I'm touchy
Trust me, aint nothing jumpin but these buck shots
Them niggaz got enough knots, I'm poppin corrupt cops
Ya motherfuckaz catch a hot one
You wanted to start a problem, now you coward cops have got one
And there's no prison that can hold a
Motherfuckin soulja, ready to role and take control
So now I jack 'em while they sleepin
Role to the door, through a grenade in the precinct
Some people panic, brothers bugged out
I had to keep poppin, cuz wouldn't stop until they rugged out
And they vest don't protect from the head wounds
Reload ammunitions and them bitches will be dead soon
Smoke rising from the barrel of my shotty
I finally got revenge, now count the bodies
20 cops, one for every year in jail
Tryin to keep a nigga down, but ya failed
Before I let ya take me, I told ya
Fuck being trapped, I'm a soulja
[Chorus: Eminem]
I betcha that I got something you aint got, that's called courage
It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon
I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person
I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin
You aint?
[Verse 2: Tupac]
It's Tupac in the mad bitch
In them six-'fo, rag on them thangs, that's a bad bitch
Gettin ghosts on them bitches in the town
Bustin out the backseat, nigga when we clown
Homie is you down?
B got the strap and she anxious
Hurry up 'fo she spank shit
Commin round the corners, spittin rounds
They payin homie down
Caught them sucka ass bitches outta bounce
Now tell me how that sound?
A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day
Now tell me how that sound?
A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day
Stinkin BIATCH!
[Chorus: Eminem]
I betcha that I got something you aint got, that's called courage
It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon
I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person
I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin
You aint? (Tupac)
[Outro: Tupac]
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
The Uppercut - 2pac (feat. E.D.I. and Young Noble of the Outlawz)
[Intro: Tupac Talking]
I wanted to bring back that reality, nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson
and I'm the heavyweight champion, I'm a little nigga, thats why its so raw to just watch me
battle lions, cause I'm a little skinny nigga battlin' niggas three times my size
Watch this uppercut, here it comes... watch the jab nigga...ugh...here it come, look out, watch
my arms...
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a peice
Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just cant believe
I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee
I'm all over that nigga, come identify the body
My middle finger to you hoe niggas
Run up on me, and i'll be forced to let it go nigga
I aint the one you wanna try, why, stayin' high
I hit this blunt and watch these motherfuckers die
Whose runnin these streets I said that cocaine
Cause in the the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne
Another hustler makin' major cash
'til the punk police come an raid ya ass
Now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a bitch
Cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6
And we know that you can't hang, you a trick
Rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh
[Chorus (x1): 2Pac]
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
They got a nigga in the dice game, I'm feelin' lucky
But the nigga just a little bigger, he tryin fuck me
Out my cash, imma blast nigga, he don't know
I gotta tell ya like the last nigga, gotta go
Don't need to roll for the truck, I get em' up
Left to right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha)
I'm known to walk the streets on any block
I love my niggas, but I aint puttin down my glock
The gun shots rang when I lose nigga, and ooh nigga
Imma show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha)
Lay it down just to prove it
And fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this
[Chorus (x1): 2Pac]
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!
[Verse 3: Outlawz (EDI & Young Noble)]
They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants
This revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent (shh)
Roll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game
Molotov cocktails, release an up in flames
Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back
Lookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back
Wanna see my kids grow don't know if imma make it though
One more nigga came up short in the ghetto
Society lied to me so i'm strapped with the metal
Push ya middle finger up nigga if you a rebel
Have ya face down goin' in ya pockets if ya let em'
I done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em'
I done made so many mistakes but still I dont regret em'
I'm a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend
I'm a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons
We all lost souls tryina find our way to heaven
[Chorus (x1): 2Pac]
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!
[Outro: Edi Talking]
To all the conrads no longer with us, see you when we get there
'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut
'Til we get up there with ya'll, YOU KNOW!..
Thug Life we still livin it
Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let's go!
I wanted to bring back that reality, nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson
and I'm the heavyweight champion, I'm a little nigga, thats why its so raw to just watch me
battle lions, cause I'm a little skinny nigga battlin' niggas three times my size
Watch this uppercut, here it comes... watch the jab nigga...ugh...here it come, look out, watch
my arms...
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a peice
Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just cant believe
I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee
I'm all over that nigga, come identify the body
My middle finger to you hoe niggas
Run up on me, and i'll be forced to let it go nigga
I aint the one you wanna try, why, stayin' high
I hit this blunt and watch these motherfuckers die
Whose runnin these streets I said that cocaine
Cause in the the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne
Another hustler makin' major cash
'til the punk police come an raid ya ass
Now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a bitch
Cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6
And we know that you can't hang, you a trick
Rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh
[Chorus (x1): 2Pac]
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
They got a nigga in the dice game, I'm feelin' lucky
But the nigga just a little bigger, he tryin fuck me
Out my cash, imma blast nigga, he don't know
I gotta tell ya like the last nigga, gotta go
Don't need to roll for the truck, I get em' up
Left to right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha)
I'm known to walk the streets on any block
I love my niggas, but I aint puttin down my glock
The gun shots rang when I lose nigga, and ooh nigga
Imma show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha)
Lay it down just to prove it
And fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this
[Chorus (x1): 2Pac]
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!
[Verse 3: Outlawz (EDI & Young Noble)]
They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants
This revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent (shh)
Roll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game
Molotov cocktails, release an up in flames
Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back
Lookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back
Wanna see my kids grow don't know if imma make it though
One more nigga came up short in the ghetto
Society lied to me so i'm strapped with the metal
Push ya middle finger up nigga if you a rebel
Have ya face down goin' in ya pockets if ya let em'
I done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em'
I done made so many mistakes but still I dont regret em'
I'm a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend
I'm a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons
We all lost souls tryina find our way to heaven
[Chorus (x1): 2Pac]
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!
[Outro: Edi Talking]
To all the conrads no longer with us, see you when we get there
'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut
'Til we get up there with ya'll, YOU KNOW!..
Thug Life we still livin it
Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let's go!
Out On Bail - 2pac
[Intro: Tupac Talking]
Oh, I posted bail?
I'm out this motherfucker?
I can go?
Oh, fuck y'all eh, fuck the judge
Fuck the motherfuckin' district attourney and the prosecutor (fuck you!)
And fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box (fuck you!)
Fuck all y'all
Cause I'm out on motherfuckin' bail
y'all ain't never gonna see me in this motherfucker again
Drop that shit em!
Let these old punk ass bitches know how we runnin' this shit
Niggaz ain't going back to court you stank ass bitches
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Im stuck in jail the DA's tryin' to burn me
I'd be out on bail if I had a good attorney
Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up
Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up
I ain't trippin' in the county and I'm mad as fuck
Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch
Everybody wanna talk cause I'm rappin'
They askin' me what happened
Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson
I can't sleep they takin' polaroids
And I'm tryna to use the phone but they makin' noise
Man I wish I had my glock cause its major
I'm makin' shanks out the plastics in razors
These motherfuckers won't leave me alone thats my word
Bout to turn a violation to a motherfuckin' murder
I'm makin' collect calls to my old bitches
Send mo' pictures and make me some more riches
To all the suckers on the block talkin' shit while I was locked up
Be prepared to get socked up
Cause the game is deep and the fame is brief
And you bullshittin' bitches ain't changin' me
I came straight up out the gutta I was saved from hell
I'm a thug I was raised in jail
Now I'm out on bail
[Chorus x1]
Out on Bail (You know what fuckin' time it is)
ThugLife will never fail (I'm out on bail)
Thuglife niggaz (I'm going straight to 50,000 BIATCH!!!)
Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail)
Out on Bail (Hey, hand me some motherfuckin' Colt 40's from the fridge nigga)
ThugLife will never fail (Cause I'm out on bail)
Thuglife niggaz (Hey, pass me my motherfuckin' Rolex)
Thuglife niggaz (Yes bitch that's a President)
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Stuck in jail and mad as a bitch
I'd be out on bail if it wasn't for the snitch
Runnin' wild thru the streets like I'm loco
And fuck the punk police and they chokeholds
I got no love in my heart cause I'm heartless
Mobbin' in the park after dark wanna start shit
Rippin' up the scene as a teen I was at it (but hey)
And sellin' products to the addicts cause they gotta have it
I was a well-known thug and I gotta lotta love
Hangin out with the OG's shootin' up the clubs
And mama told me don't hang with the homies
But they got me if they need me then it's on G
Got me sittin' in the cell a five by seven
Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven
Got my bitches on the outside writin' me letters
And they tell me they love me and the shit ull get better
I don't believe her cause I just got the news on the wire
Take it how you want it but your bitch is on fire
I gotta be a player so I stay strong
cause I know that I won't be away long
and when I finally do hit the fuckin' streets I'ma handle this
A thug nigga gettin' scandalous
I'm on bail
[Chorus x1]
Out on Bail
ThugLife (see) will never fail (Out on bail - biatch!)
Thuglife niggaz (You know what time it is)
Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail)
Out on Bail (Y'all don't need to know about...)
ThugLife will never fail (You know, Out on bail)
Thuglife niggaz (Y'all Blow that shit - Get me up out this)
Thuglife niggaz (Yo, EM!!! Get me up out of this motherfucker man!)
Out on Bail (These motherfuckers are harrasing me and that ain't cool)
[Outro: Tupac Talking]
Out on bail
I'll see ya motherfuckers at the next show, 2pac, the media is my bitch
It's that famous shit, you know?
Real thug shit
Real live thug shit, genuine, you know what I'm sayin'
I wouldn't waste your motherfuckin' time with no bullshit baby
Trust me, It's that real shit
I'm talkin' about that shit you never tell your grandkids about, you know?
I ran with a thug nigga, believe that
This my motherfuckin' nigga Em on dem motherfuckin' boards in case your wonderin'
We doin' this shit hell motherfuckin' yeah
An ounze of that shit sittin' in your motherfuckin' lac
Now press rewind nigga!
Oh, I posted bail?
I'm out this motherfucker?
I can go?
Oh, fuck y'all eh, fuck the judge
Fuck the motherfuckin' district attourney and the prosecutor (fuck you!)
And fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box (fuck you!)
Fuck all y'all
Cause I'm out on motherfuckin' bail
y'all ain't never gonna see me in this motherfucker again
Drop that shit em!
Let these old punk ass bitches know how we runnin' this shit
Niggaz ain't going back to court you stank ass bitches
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Im stuck in jail the DA's tryin' to burn me
I'd be out on bail if I had a good attorney
Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up
Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up
I ain't trippin' in the county and I'm mad as fuck
Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch
Everybody wanna talk cause I'm rappin'
They askin' me what happened
Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson
I can't sleep they takin' polaroids
And I'm tryna to use the phone but they makin' noise
Man I wish I had my glock cause its major
I'm makin' shanks out the plastics in razors
These motherfuckers won't leave me alone thats my word
Bout to turn a violation to a motherfuckin' murder
I'm makin' collect calls to my old bitches
Send mo' pictures and make me some more riches
To all the suckers on the block talkin' shit while I was locked up
Be prepared to get socked up
Cause the game is deep and the fame is brief
And you bullshittin' bitches ain't changin' me
I came straight up out the gutta I was saved from hell
I'm a thug I was raised in jail
Now I'm out on bail
[Chorus x1]
Out on Bail (You know what fuckin' time it is)
ThugLife will never fail (I'm out on bail)
Thuglife niggaz (I'm going straight to 50,000 BIATCH!!!)
Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail)
Out on Bail (Hey, hand me some motherfuckin' Colt 40's from the fridge nigga)
ThugLife will never fail (Cause I'm out on bail)
Thuglife niggaz (Hey, pass me my motherfuckin' Rolex)
Thuglife niggaz (Yes bitch that's a President)
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Stuck in jail and mad as a bitch
I'd be out on bail if it wasn't for the snitch
Runnin' wild thru the streets like I'm loco
And fuck the punk police and they chokeholds
I got no love in my heart cause I'm heartless
Mobbin' in the park after dark wanna start shit
Rippin' up the scene as a teen I was at it (but hey)
And sellin' products to the addicts cause they gotta have it
I was a well-known thug and I gotta lotta love
Hangin out with the OG's shootin' up the clubs
And mama told me don't hang with the homies
But they got me if they need me then it's on G
Got me sittin' in the cell a five by seven
Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven
Got my bitches on the outside writin' me letters
And they tell me they love me and the shit ull get better
I don't believe her cause I just got the news on the wire
Take it how you want it but your bitch is on fire
I gotta be a player so I stay strong
cause I know that I won't be away long
and when I finally do hit the fuckin' streets I'ma handle this
A thug nigga gettin' scandalous
I'm on bail
[Chorus x1]
Out on Bail
ThugLife (see) will never fail (Out on bail - biatch!)
Thuglife niggaz (You know what time it is)
Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail)
Out on Bail (Y'all don't need to know about...)
ThugLife will never fail (You know, Out on bail)
Thuglife niggaz (Y'all Blow that shit - Get me up out this)
Thuglife niggaz (Yo, EM!!! Get me up out of this motherfucker man!)
Out on Bail (These motherfuckers are harrasing me and that ain't cool)
[Outro: Tupac Talking]
Out on bail
I'll see ya motherfuckers at the next show, 2pac, the media is my bitch
It's that famous shit, you know?
Real thug shit
Real live thug shit, genuine, you know what I'm sayin'
I wouldn't waste your motherfuckin' time with no bullshit baby
Trust me, It's that real shit
I'm talkin' about that shit you never tell your grandkids about, you know?
I ran with a thug nigga, believe that
This my motherfuckin' nigga Em on dem motherfuckin' boards in case your wonderin'
We doin' this shit hell motherfuckin' yeah
An ounze of that shit sittin' in your motherfuckin' lac
Now press rewind nigga!
hetto Gospel - 2pac (feat. Elton John)
Uhh,
Hit them with a little ghetto gospel
[Chorus - Elton John:]
Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns
[2Pac]
If I could recollect before my hood days
I'd sit and reminisce, thinking of bliss of the good days
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em
They tested, it was stress that they under
And nowadays things changed
Everyone's ashamed to the youth cause the truth looks strange
And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts
'cause any day they'll push the button
and you all condemned like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton, died for nothing
Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
there's no need for you to fear me
if you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
it ain't about black or white, cause we're human
I hope we see the light before its ruined
my ghetto gospel
[Chorus - Elton John]
[2Pac]
Tell me do you see that old lady ain't it sad
Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess she's given birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
We jump into another form of slavery
Even now I get discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
And when it's said and done
I bet this Brother be a better one
If I upset you, don't stress
Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang
But am I less holy
'cause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace and end the war on the streets
My ghetto gospel
[Chorus - Elton John]
[2Pac]
Lord can you hear me speak!!
To pay the price of being hell bound...
Hit them with a little ghetto gospel
[Chorus - Elton John:]
Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns
[2Pac]
If I could recollect before my hood days
I'd sit and reminisce, thinking of bliss of the good days
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em
They tested, it was stress that they under
And nowadays things changed
Everyone's ashamed to the youth cause the truth looks strange
And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts
'cause any day they'll push the button
and you all condemned like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton, died for nothing
Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
there's no need for you to fear me
if you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
it ain't about black or white, cause we're human
I hope we see the light before its ruined
my ghetto gospel
[Chorus - Elton John]
[2Pac]
Tell me do you see that old lady ain't it sad
Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess she's given birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
We jump into another form of slavery
Even now I get discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
And when it's said and done
I bet this Brother be a better one
If I upset you, don't stress
Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang
But am I less holy
'cause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace and end the war on the streets
My ghetto gospel
[Chorus - Elton John]
[2Pac]
Lord can you hear me speak!!
To pay the price of being hell bound...
Black Cotton - tupac (feat. Eminem, Kastro and Young Noble of the Outlawz)
[Intro: 2Pac]
Black Cotton
Black Cotton
Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tail
Ghetto gospel that is- listen
Robbin' Black Cotton in God's eyes
Speak
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Black Cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is the first question
Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave (In the nine tre')
Answer that then answer this too-
Loves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a bitch true
You best to backtrack and try to act black and live
Not to be phony and positive but why be negative?
What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue
Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum diddy is it me?
Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets
If not peace then at least let's get a piece
I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased
Lookin' through my highschool yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took
One homie, two homie, three homies - POOF
We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)
[Chorus: Eminem]
Nobody don't care
(No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/and I ask God why)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions)
Nobody don't care
(Feels like I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm being tested)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please answer my questions)
Nobody don't care
[Kastro: Verse 3]
In the belly of the beast I'm bubbling up
Running out of luck, about to self destruct
Old heads say live your life like such
Your sure to catch her witcha one day boy
I wouldn't listen to 'em
Your power movement was cool
But it ain't fix nothin'
So I just go with what i know
I dont trust none
Look what the 80's did
To what's Bebe's kids
And now we grown up
Nobody ain't own us yet
[Young Noble: Verse 4]
Black cotton, I'm plottin' on what they owe me
I'm workin' without a profit
They shacklin' all my homies
I'm hurtin' but keep the mind
And we ain't stop, its cutains, you try to rise and
Certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridas
What's the reward for a strugala
If the lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' up
Runnin up, Gun cocked like nasty gloves
If you aint got a penny, mind the glove
No love
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds
Black Cotton - I'm hoppin' over enemy lines
Black Cotton - I ain't stoppin' till they givin me mine
Black Cotton
[Chorus]
Black Cotton
Black Cotton
Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tail
Ghetto gospel that is- listen
Robbin' Black Cotton in God's eyes
Speak
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Black Cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is the first question
Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave (In the nine tre')
Answer that then answer this too-
Loves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a bitch true
You best to backtrack and try to act black and live
Not to be phony and positive but why be negative?
What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue
Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum diddy is it me?
Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets
If not peace then at least let's get a piece
I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased
Lookin' through my highschool yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took
One homie, two homie, three homies - POOF
We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)
[Chorus: Eminem]
Nobody don't care
(No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/and I ask God why)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions)
Nobody don't care
(Feels like I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm being tested)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please answer my questions)
Nobody don't care
[Kastro: Verse 3]
In the belly of the beast I'm bubbling up
Running out of luck, about to self destruct
Old heads say live your life like such
Your sure to catch her witcha one day boy
I wouldn't listen to 'em
Your power movement was cool
But it ain't fix nothin'
So I just go with what i know
I dont trust none
Look what the 80's did
To what's Bebe's kids
And now we grown up
Nobody ain't own us yet
[Young Noble: Verse 4]
Black cotton, I'm plottin' on what they owe me
I'm workin' without a profit
They shacklin' all my homies
I'm hurtin' but keep the mind
And we ain't stop, its cutains, you try to rise and
Certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridas
What's the reward for a strugala
If the lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' up
Runnin up, Gun cocked like nasty gloves
If you aint got a penny, mind the glove
No love
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds
Black Cotton - I'm hoppin' over enemy lines
Black Cotton - I ain't stoppin' till they givin me mine
Black Cotton
[Chorus]
Loyal To The Game - 2pac (feat. G-Unit)
[2Pac:] I'm loyal to the game
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now I've got task on a nigga's ass
Tell me will they blast me
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me, now
It's gettin crazy after dark,
These narcs be like trying to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been moving these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what ya need when ya see me
I'm stacking Gs buying all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killers on my payroll and they know
When it's time to handle business nigga lay low
Although I'm young I'm still coming up
I'm gettin paid pulling razors on niggas when they running up
The first to pull the strap when theres drama
Buster you ain't heard?
I been slicing motherfuckers since I lost my mama
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocky and they don't wait until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game
[CHORUS: 50 Cent]
I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playing
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playing
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Possessed by the streets you can't tell me that this ain't home
I can't eat if the rest of this shit ain't gone
I'm gettin used to the needles on the bathroom sink
Gotta close my door because the bathroom stink
See, daddy don't work, and mama don't drink
But daddy do dope, and mama can't think
So look like I'm gonna be the man of the house
Gotta have somethin to put in the air when it's out
Up early in the morning the first to get it
They say if you really want it then come on wit it
Sacrifice my life for this ice and these cars
And I only spent 30 days behind bars
I ain't never had a job but my rent got paid
I handled any beef that they sent my way
So send me to the pen but you know I won't change
It's thug in my veins
I'm loyal to the game
[CHORUS: 50 Cent]
I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playing
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playing
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah
It ain't my fault I came up fast
And your the name niggas bring up last
And all the dames get a king up ass
10 grand on every ring I flash
Deep frog--and I'm gonna have to fling your ass
I'm on the block where its scorching hot
If you get caught in the crossfire they have to throw you off the block
I get 'dro by the pickle jar
These broke niggas wanna get the star
So I don't keep the four-nickel far
My lips is zipped I'm loyal to the game
Bring your bitch around me I'm spoiling her brain
Get more slugs to boil in your frame
Cause you got rocks and they got aluminum foil for a chain
The paints the same color as oil in the Range
I'm stingy ain't got nothing for you but some change
I'm good now but the fact still remains
That the struggle that I'm from is attached to my name
[CHORUS: 50 Cent]
I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playing
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playing
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain
[Outro...fading out]
heh
YA!
2Pac's in this motherfucker!
Uh!
G-Unit in the motherfucking house
50!
Banks!
Buck!
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now I've got task on a nigga's ass
Tell me will they blast me
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me, now
It's gettin crazy after dark,
These narcs be like trying to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been moving these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what ya need when ya see me
I'm stacking Gs buying all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killers on my payroll and they know
When it's time to handle business nigga lay low
Although I'm young I'm still coming up
I'm gettin paid pulling razors on niggas when they running up
The first to pull the strap when theres drama
Buster you ain't heard?
I been slicing motherfuckers since I lost my mama
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocky and they don't wait until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game
[CHORUS: 50 Cent]
I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playing
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playing
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Possessed by the streets you can't tell me that this ain't home
I can't eat if the rest of this shit ain't gone
I'm gettin used to the needles on the bathroom sink
Gotta close my door because the bathroom stink
See, daddy don't work, and mama don't drink
But daddy do dope, and mama can't think
So look like I'm gonna be the man of the house
Gotta have somethin to put in the air when it's out
Up early in the morning the first to get it
They say if you really want it then come on wit it
Sacrifice my life for this ice and these cars
And I only spent 30 days behind bars
I ain't never had a job but my rent got paid
I handled any beef that they sent my way
So send me to the pen but you know I won't change
It's thug in my veins
I'm loyal to the game
[CHORUS: 50 Cent]
I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playing
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playing
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah
It ain't my fault I came up fast
And your the name niggas bring up last
And all the dames get a king up ass
10 grand on every ring I flash
Deep frog--and I'm gonna have to fling your ass
I'm on the block where its scorching hot
If you get caught in the crossfire they have to throw you off the block
I get 'dro by the pickle jar
These broke niggas wanna get the star
So I don't keep the four-nickel far
My lips is zipped I'm loyal to the game
Bring your bitch around me I'm spoiling her brain
Get more slugs to boil in your frame
Cause you got rocks and they got aluminum foil for a chain
The paints the same color as oil in the Range
I'm stingy ain't got nothing for you but some change
I'm good now but the fact still remains
That the struggle that I'm from is attached to my name
[CHORUS: 50 Cent]
I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playing
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playing
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain
[Outro...fading out]
heh
YA!
2Pac's in this motherfucker!
Uh!
G-Unit in the motherfucking house
50!
Banks!
Buck!
Thugs Get Lonely Too - 2pac (feat. Nate Dogg)
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
See, it ain't easy bein' me
Life as a celebrity is less than heavily
I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around
And it's always drama
Whevever I wanna get around
Mama told me
Long before I ever came up
Gotta be true, to watchya' do
And keep ya' game up
'Cause things change
And jealousy becomes a factor
Best friends at your wifes house tryin' to MACK HER!
I'm on tour
But still they keep on knockin' at my door
And I got no time to worry
I'm steady wantin' more
Every day is a test, yes
I try hard
But I'm strugg-a-lin' with every breath
I pray to God that the woman that I left at home
All alone
Ain't nothin' like tryin' to bone
Over the phone
In my mind
I can see her naked
I can't take it
Got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it
I thought you knew.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]
I'm rolling out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)
Chickenheads wanna play with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,
Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage
(Naaaa)
Still I be getting lonely for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
I call you up long distance
On the telephone
I wanna tuck you in
Even though I know I can't make it home
I whisper things in ya' ear
Like youre near me
Wonder if you feel me
From far away
Or can you hear me
It seems to me
That ya' jealous
'Cause I'm hustlin' and makin' money
With the fellas'
In the back streets
Tryin' to trap me
Baby HOLD UP
Thugs get lonely too!
But I'm a soulja
And theres no way I'mma' stop makin' money
'Cause ya' attitudes changed
And ya' actin' a little funny
Always complainin'
Sayin' we don't spend time
Can't you see
I got enough stress on my mind
And hangin' up like you all that
And get mad when I'm tell you that
"I'm busy baby, call back,"
Please, ain't nothin' left to say to you
Thugs get lonely too
You KNOW.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]
I'm rolling out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)
Chickenheads wanna play with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,
Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage
(Naaaa)
Still I be getting lonely for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I sit alone in my room, drinkin'
Without a care
Talkin out loud to ya'
Like ya' there
Take ya' picture out my back pocket
Man it's on
You the first face I wanna see
When I get home
I wanna love you 'till the sun rise
Buckwild
Touchin' every wall in the house
Thug style
Put ya' hands on the headboard
Think of me
Drippin' sweat on top of you
Sick of scenes in yo' head
That I'm makin' love
So turn the lights down
Reminice 'n relax
'Cause baby right now
I feel in the middle of my stomach
You whisper in my ear
Baby tell me how you really want it
Hold on tightly
Watch the ceiling
Scratch my back
How you react
Lets me know you feel me
'Cause everything I'm giving to you
Is so true
Thugs get lonely too
You know.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]
I'm rolling out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)
Chickenheads wanna play with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,
Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage
(Naaaa)
Still I be getting lonely for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Outro: Tupac Talking]
Yeah! THUG LIFE BABY
See, it ain't easy bein' me
Life as a celebrity is less than heavily
I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around
And it's always drama
Whevever I wanna get around
Mama told me
Long before I ever came up
Gotta be true, to watchya' do
And keep ya' game up
'Cause things change
And jealousy becomes a factor
Best friends at your wifes house tryin' to MACK HER!
I'm on tour
But still they keep on knockin' at my door
And I got no time to worry
I'm steady wantin' more
Every day is a test, yes
I try hard
But I'm strugg-a-lin' with every breath
I pray to God that the woman that I left at home
All alone
Ain't nothin' like tryin' to bone
Over the phone
In my mind
I can see her naked
I can't take it
Got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it
I thought you knew.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]
I'm rolling out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)
Chickenheads wanna play with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,
Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage
(Naaaa)
Still I be getting lonely for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
I call you up long distance
On the telephone
I wanna tuck you in
Even though I know I can't make it home
I whisper things in ya' ear
Like youre near me
Wonder if you feel me
From far away
Or can you hear me
It seems to me
That ya' jealous
'Cause I'm hustlin' and makin' money
With the fellas'
In the back streets
Tryin' to trap me
Baby HOLD UP
Thugs get lonely too!
But I'm a soulja
And theres no way I'mma' stop makin' money
'Cause ya' attitudes changed
And ya' actin' a little funny
Always complainin'
Sayin' we don't spend time
Can't you see
I got enough stress on my mind
And hangin' up like you all that
And get mad when I'm tell you that
"I'm busy baby, call back,"
Please, ain't nothin' left to say to you
Thugs get lonely too
You KNOW.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]
I'm rolling out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)
Chickenheads wanna play with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,
Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage
(Naaaa)
Still I be getting lonely for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I sit alone in my room, drinkin'
Without a care
Talkin out loud to ya'
Like ya' there
Take ya' picture out my back pocket
Man it's on
You the first face I wanna see
When I get home
I wanna love you 'till the sun rise
Buckwild
Touchin' every wall in the house
Thug style
Put ya' hands on the headboard
Think of me
Drippin' sweat on top of you
Sick of scenes in yo' head
That I'm makin' love
So turn the lights down
Reminice 'n relax
'Cause baby right now
I feel in the middle of my stomach
You whisper in my ear
Baby tell me how you really want it
Hold on tightly
Watch the ceiling
Scratch my back
How you react
Lets me know you feel me
'Cause everything I'm giving to you
Is so true
Thugs get lonely too
You know.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]
I'm rolling out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)
Chickenheads wanna play with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,
Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage
(Naaaa)
Still I be getting lonely for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Outro: Tupac Talking]
Yeah! THUG LIFE BABY
N.I.G.G.A. (Never Ignorant About Getting Goals Accomplished) - 2pac (feat. Jadakiss)
[Intro] (2Pac)
Niggas! (Yeah!) (Uh)
Niggas!
[Verse: 2Pac]
Who's afraid of the punk police?
Niggas run the streets, no justice no peace
Fuck the law, rather draw than do time
Don't fuck with mine, cross the line, my two nines
go baya baya when I shoot 'em
Korean mothafuckers was crooked, so niggas had to burn and loot 'em
Now the streets ain't safe at night
My Niggas! Straight take his life
So don't sleep when my Jeep creep up, how we hit 'em
Empty the clip, then dip cuz we did 'em
Lickin' of shots for Latasha that's proper
Love for my niggas but a glock for the coppers
So what the fuck you wanna do now
I packed a .9 last year, in '99 I'm packin' 2 now
And even if they pull their triggers
They can shoot one man, but nothings gonna stop the plan of true niggas
[Chorus (2Pac)]
Niggas! (Yeah niggas, you can't fuck with us)
Niggas! (Cuz bein' a nigga means you love niggas)
Niggas!
(Jada!, ey yo)
[Verse: Jadakiss]
My dimes make the fiends go to sleep, so they call 'em bedrocks
Niggas is like photographers, all they take is head shots
Your last words'll be, "damn what's all these red dots?"
Niggas nowawadays, they worry me, my bars is therapy
As long as you usin' them thouroughly, muah til the day that they bury me
My niggas is stronger and tighter now than they probably will ever be
And i'm a product of the '70's
The hood got niggas on punishment, that's why they never leave
If I ain't eatin' with you, i'm probably beefin' with you
If no money ain't involved ain't no need for me speakin' with you
I know you got a gun but i'm hopin' you keep it with you
Cuz unfortunately, i'm one of them rappers that keep a pistol and
You know what the llama do, Shady/Aftermath, Ruff Ryders, D-Block, and of course Amaru
Lotta people honor you, probably cuz of the way you used to bring the drama to
whoever you wanted to, you a leader when you can get a leader to follow you
But anyway, life goes on, so i'll see you when I art in heaven like our fathers do
[Chorus (2Pac)]
Niggas! (Yeah niggas, you can't fuck with us)
Niggas! (Yeah niggas, cuz bein' a nigga means you love niggas)
Niggas!
Niggas! (Nigga!, you can't fuck with us)
[Fades out]
Niggas! (Yeah!) (Uh)
Niggas!
[Verse: 2Pac]
Who's afraid of the punk police?
Niggas run the streets, no justice no peace
Fuck the law, rather draw than do time
Don't fuck with mine, cross the line, my two nines
go baya baya when I shoot 'em
Korean mothafuckers was crooked, so niggas had to burn and loot 'em
Now the streets ain't safe at night
My Niggas! Straight take his life
So don't sleep when my Jeep creep up, how we hit 'em
Empty the clip, then dip cuz we did 'em
Lickin' of shots for Latasha that's proper
Love for my niggas but a glock for the coppers
So what the fuck you wanna do now
I packed a .9 last year, in '99 I'm packin' 2 now
And even if they pull their triggers
They can shoot one man, but nothings gonna stop the plan of true niggas
[Chorus (2Pac)]
Niggas! (Yeah niggas, you can't fuck with us)
Niggas! (Cuz bein' a nigga means you love niggas)
Niggas!
(Jada!, ey yo)
[Verse: Jadakiss]
My dimes make the fiends go to sleep, so they call 'em bedrocks
Niggas is like photographers, all they take is head shots
Your last words'll be, "damn what's all these red dots?"
Niggas nowawadays, they worry me, my bars is therapy
As long as you usin' them thouroughly, muah til the day that they bury me
My niggas is stronger and tighter now than they probably will ever be
And i'm a product of the '70's
The hood got niggas on punishment, that's why they never leave
If I ain't eatin' with you, i'm probably beefin' with you
If no money ain't involved ain't no need for me speakin' with you
I know you got a gun but i'm hopin' you keep it with you
Cuz unfortunately, i'm one of them rappers that keep a pistol and
You know what the llama do, Shady/Aftermath, Ruff Ryders, D-Block, and of course Amaru
Lotta people honor you, probably cuz of the way you used to bring the drama to
whoever you wanted to, you a leader when you can get a leader to follow you
But anyway, life goes on, so i'll see you when I art in heaven like our fathers do
[Chorus (2Pac)]
Niggas! (Yeah niggas, you can't fuck with us)
Niggas! (Yeah niggas, cuz bein' a nigga means you love niggas)
Niggas!
Niggas! (Nigga!, you can't fuck with us)
[Fades out]
Who Do You Love? - 2pac
[Intro: Tupac]
Maybe its the thug in me
Maybe its the thug in me
Maybe its the thug in me
Maybe its the thug in me
Maybe its the thug in me
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Ever since I was a young scrub
I was a thug on the corner with my niggaz slangin drugs
I'm runnin from the narcs when they pass by dont ask why
I'm a hustler till my ass die
Even if I do come up I be ready when they run up, huh
I'll be a nut to put my gun up, huh
I never trust these hoes at all, fucking with them tramp ass sluts who Suppose to fall
Since she played you for you money but the shit was cool
Guess its true niggaz be bitches too
You cant see how she worked you, all up in her skirt
Now you looking like a jerk, cause she hurt you
Now heads up dont be a playa hater
Just peep game keep your mind on your money watch the bitch change
See hoes love thugs, and thugs love loot
Hand it over motherfucker before I shoot
Who do u love
[Chorus (x2): 2Pac]
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Tell me, Who do you love?
Maybe its the thug in me
Maybe its the thug in me
Who do you love?
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Im livin that
Thug life baby, steady smoking endo going crazy
Baby come and hug me when you rub me, turn the lights down
We in the dark do you love me
Everyboy is talking bout they know me
But they aint down like my motherfucking homies
Tell me what you need when you see me
And we can get it on biatch take it easy
Don't try to hold me, control me
But you can take my number, baby call me when you lonely
Cause its a mans world, aint no need to ask why
I'm high till I die, and strapped with my 4-5
Cause you can loose it in the gutter
I wonder if I die by the hands of another broke motherfucker
They call me the alcoholer I'm all in, thug 4 life nigga ballin
I'm gettin tired of these hoes tryna play me
You can't fade me, me and my niggaz going crazy
All day long Im straight thuggin, and contantly mean muggin
Breakin the bitches that be buggin, tell me who do you love
[Chorus (x2): 2Pac]
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Tell me, Who do you love?
Maybe its the thug in me
Maybe its the thug in me
Who do you love?
Maybe its the thug in me
Maybe its the thug in me
Maybe its the thug in me
Maybe its the thug in me
Maybe its the thug in me
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Ever since I was a young scrub
I was a thug on the corner with my niggaz slangin drugs
I'm runnin from the narcs when they pass by dont ask why
I'm a hustler till my ass die
Even if I do come up I be ready when they run up, huh
I'll be a nut to put my gun up, huh
I never trust these hoes at all, fucking with them tramp ass sluts who Suppose to fall
Since she played you for you money but the shit was cool
Guess its true niggaz be bitches too
You cant see how she worked you, all up in her skirt
Now you looking like a jerk, cause she hurt you
Now heads up dont be a playa hater
Just peep game keep your mind on your money watch the bitch change
See hoes love thugs, and thugs love loot
Hand it over motherfucker before I shoot
Who do u love
[Chorus (x2): 2Pac]
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Tell me, Who do you love?
Maybe its the thug in me
Maybe its the thug in me
Who do you love?
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Im livin that
Thug life baby, steady smoking endo going crazy
Baby come and hug me when you rub me, turn the lights down
We in the dark do you love me
Everyboy is talking bout they know me
But they aint down like my motherfucking homies
Tell me what you need when you see me
And we can get it on biatch take it easy
Don't try to hold me, control me
But you can take my number, baby call me when you lonely
Cause its a mans world, aint no need to ask why
I'm high till I die, and strapped with my 4-5
Cause you can loose it in the gutter
I wonder if I die by the hands of another broke motherfucker
They call me the alcoholer I'm all in, thug 4 life nigga ballin
I'm gettin tired of these hoes tryna play me
You can't fade me, me and my niggaz going crazy
All day long Im straight thuggin, and contantly mean muggin
Breakin the bitches that be buggin, tell me who do you love
[Chorus (x2): 2Pac]
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Tell me, Who do you love?
Maybe its the thug in me
Maybe its the thug in me
Who do you love?
A Crooked Nigga Too - tupac
[Intro]
Yeah nigga
Yo Pac (That's right)
Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah)
Niggaz just wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit
[2pac Verse 1]
Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true
Ain't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through
Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed
A loaded AK47 layin on my hips so don't trip
One motherfucker from the underground
And Big Stretch buckin' niggaz if they fuck around
Yo, why ya'll got beef with police?
Ain't that a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with me
They make it hard for me to sleep
I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep
I guess it's hard for you to see
But now I'm pointin the finger at police instead of motherfuckers blamin' me
I got the right to bear a pistol
And when them punk motherfuckers get to trippin' I got shit too
And maybe then you'll see the truth
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
[Chorus]
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!
You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too
[2pac Verse 2]
You know you really can't say that you blame niggaz
Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz
2pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the constitution
I want my bucks for restitution
This time you got a bigger problem
Time to face the niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem
And we ain't shootin' at eachother (fuck no), that's a motherfuckin' brother
So save two, run for cover
And other bitches from the clan
Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and
I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!)
Genuine draft ganja ganja and my fuckin' Tec-9
They know their scared to see us sober (awwwww)
Cobra - And niggaz will take the world over
It's all up to you (up to you) Blame the Korean (fuck that)
I'll be a crooked nigga too
[Chorus]
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!
You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too
[2pac Verse 3]
Pardon me, ?? has been God and try me
I'll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G
They got my homies in a jail cell
Now it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell
I got the whole place covered with loc'ed out brothers
And nothing but love for eachother
So motherfucker make a motion
I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean
Temperatures drop
See it's cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops
That's when they gettin' petrol
You better watch your step or you'll be left on deathrow
But I learned to look ahead of me
Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy
We blowin' up precincts and oooohhhh you can't fuck with the crew
A crooked nigga too
[Chorus]
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!
You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too
Yeah nigga
Yo Pac (That's right)
Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah)
Niggaz just wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit
[2pac Verse 1]
Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true
Ain't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through
Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed
A loaded AK47 layin on my hips so don't trip
One motherfucker from the underground
And Big Stretch buckin' niggaz if they fuck around
Yo, why ya'll got beef with police?
Ain't that a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with me
They make it hard for me to sleep
I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep
I guess it's hard for you to see
But now I'm pointin the finger at police instead of motherfuckers blamin' me
I got the right to bear a pistol
And when them punk motherfuckers get to trippin' I got shit too
And maybe then you'll see the truth
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
[Chorus]
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!
You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too
[2pac Verse 2]
You know you really can't say that you blame niggaz
Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz
2pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the constitution
I want my bucks for restitution
This time you got a bigger problem
Time to face the niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem
And we ain't shootin' at eachother (fuck no), that's a motherfuckin' brother
So save two, run for cover
And other bitches from the clan
Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and
I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!)
Genuine draft ganja ganja and my fuckin' Tec-9
They know their scared to see us sober (awwwww)
Cobra - And niggaz will take the world over
It's all up to you (up to you) Blame the Korean (fuck that)
I'll be a crooked nigga too
[Chorus]
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!
You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too
[2pac Verse 3]
Pardon me, ?? has been God and try me
I'll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G
They got my homies in a jail cell
Now it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell
I got the whole place covered with loc'ed out brothers
And nothing but love for eachother
So motherfucker make a motion
I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean
Temperatures drop
See it's cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops
That's when they gettin' petrol
You better watch your step or you'll be left on deathrow
But I learned to look ahead of me
Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy
We blowin' up precincts and oooohhhh you can't fuck with the crew
A crooked nigga too
[Chorus]
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!
You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too
Don't You Trust Me? - tupac
I ain't got time for this man I'm out
[Chorus]
You should stop for awhile you will find me standing by (Don't you trust me?)
Over here at the side of your life (Not that I don't trust you)
You spend all your hours just rushing around
Do you have a little time to have a little time for me?
As soon as I leave the house you wanna page me
See you got me trapped I'm going crazy this is slavery
You act like it's outrageous give me space it won't get better
And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters
Soon as I come home it's like I get the third degree
Where ya been and who you with I get no room to breathe
It makes me wanna leave
I'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve
Your suspicious I deceive give me grief without belief but to me
If you really trust me then it's pitiful
Question me about my whereabouts that's so trivial
Let me live my life and you can live yours
Just be there to help me and support that's what your here for
Not to give me stress and add to pressure
Home is where I go the rest I go to pass the test
I'm sorry if I left you all alone
But I couldn't make it home so we argue on the phone
Don't you trust me?
[Chorus]
Callin' up my house to hang it up You think that makes sense
Tell me what it takes for us to shake so we can be friends
It's time for us to take our separate paths
We had a lot of laughs but the good things come to pass
Let's make it an even break don't make it scandalous
Try to be mature I'm pretty sure that we can handle this
You're saying I'm too busy I ignore you
I guess you didn't hear me when I said that I cared for you
But now it seems the arguments are nightly
I wanna hold you tightly but instead you wanna fight me
So why let it stress and aggravate me
Instead I'd rather break hope you don't hate me
You tell me that you love me but your lyin'
Fighting back the urge to start cryin'
I wipe away your tears come and hug me
I love you like you love me
Girl... don't you trust me?
[Chorus]
I hangup the phone (click)
I can't bare to hear you yellin' at me
Maybe we should end it neither one of us are happy
You know that I'm emotional you milk me
Comin' over crying just to get me feelin' guilty
You and me were met to be it yet
You always wanna sweat and how much closer can we get (don't fret)
Just let me pack my things and I'll be outie
This time I'm breaking out you let your mouth overcrowd me
I can't take the beefin' and the griefin'
I get no room to sleep I hope it ceases cause I'm leavin'
Maybe next time you'll be a little more sure
When I can give you more when you unsure
But baby until then I gotta leave ya
It's not that I don't need ya but see ya
And I hope that you understand why I bust it
Not because we rushed it (hell no)
But girl don't you trust me?
[Chorus]
Not that I don't trust you
Don't you trust me?
Not that I don't trust you
Don't you trust me?
Not that I don't trust you
[Chorus]
You should stop for awhile you will find me standing by (Don't you trust me?)
Over here at the side of your life (Not that I don't trust you)
You spend all your hours just rushing around
Do you have a little time to have a little time for me?
As soon as I leave the house you wanna page me
See you got me trapped I'm going crazy this is slavery
You act like it's outrageous give me space it won't get better
And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters
Soon as I come home it's like I get the third degree
Where ya been and who you with I get no room to breathe
It makes me wanna leave
I'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve
Your suspicious I deceive give me grief without belief but to me
If you really trust me then it's pitiful
Question me about my whereabouts that's so trivial
Let me live my life and you can live yours
Just be there to help me and support that's what your here for
Not to give me stress and add to pressure
Home is where I go the rest I go to pass the test
I'm sorry if I left you all alone
But I couldn't make it home so we argue on the phone
Don't you trust me?
[Chorus]
Callin' up my house to hang it up You think that makes sense
Tell me what it takes for us to shake so we can be friends
It's time for us to take our separate paths
We had a lot of laughs but the good things come to pass
Let's make it an even break don't make it scandalous
Try to be mature I'm pretty sure that we can handle this
You're saying I'm too busy I ignore you
I guess you didn't hear me when I said that I cared for you
But now it seems the arguments are nightly
I wanna hold you tightly but instead you wanna fight me
So why let it stress and aggravate me
Instead I'd rather break hope you don't hate me
You tell me that you love me but your lyin'
Fighting back the urge to start cryin'
I wipe away your tears come and hug me
I love you like you love me
Girl... don't you trust me?
[Chorus]
I hangup the phone (click)
I can't bare to hear you yellin' at me
Maybe we should end it neither one of us are happy
You know that I'm emotional you milk me
Comin' over crying just to get me feelin' guilty
You and me were met to be it yet
You always wanna sweat and how much closer can we get (don't fret)
Just let me pack my things and I'll be outie
This time I'm breaking out you let your mouth overcrowd me
I can't take the beefin' and the griefin'
I get no room to sleep I hope it ceases cause I'm leavin'
Maybe next time you'll be a little more sure
When I can give you more when you unsure
But baby until then I gotta leave ya
It's not that I don't need ya but see ya
And I hope that you understand why I bust it
Not because we rushed it (hell no)
But girl don't you trust me?
[Chorus]
Not that I don't trust you
Don't you trust me?
Not that I don't trust you
Don't you trust me?
Not that I don't trust you
Hennessey - tupac (feat. Obie Trice)
[Intro: 2Pac/Obie Trice]
[Obie Trice]
Ha ha ha, yeah
[Tupac]
Nigga fuck that Gin and Juice (Hennessey)
Just Pour a nigga a glass
Hennessey, that dark shit (That's right)
[Obie Trice]
Hey pour me some of that too baby
[Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice]
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessey
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto)
Hennessey
[Tupac]
Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessey)
[Obie Trice]
That's what your sippin on
Now what's you name nigga?
[Tupac]
Big ballin ass nigga named Pac
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death
I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath
These motherfuckaz wanna see me die
So who am I to try to warn 'em, I'll buck and bomb 'em, them nigga fry
Ey remember me' Damn that Hennessey
The nigga you don't wanna see, let me precede
My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me?
Now that it's poppin aint no love bitch
I maintain in the game and the gutter is where I still kick it
I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket
I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days
Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid
So nigga blaze, cuz we some motherfuckin fools
Walkin through the streets wearing jewels
Breakin niggaz, fakin moves
Even the cops can't stop us
My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessey
[Chorus: 2Pac/Obie Trice]
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessey
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto)
Hennessey
[Tupac]
Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessey)
[Obie Trice]
That's what I'm sippin on
Now let me tell 'em who I be
[Tupac]
Big ballin ass nigga named Trice
[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's west
Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess
Tried to apply myself, but niggas was ballin
My momma couldn't tell my shit, the streets was callin
I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law
I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw
P Funk, got I pumpin, he had the connects
Through the sack to us little niggaz workin the set
And if you got it you getting wet, nigga bet on that
Don't come around hurr on that floss shit
Detroit niggaz off shit
(Robbin niggaz in the do' ways) That's right
(With my four four, that's the sure way)
And this your old days, all eyez on me
We was loony I suppose you could (die homie)
O Trice always repped his block
Pac that Hen' and that Ice, I'm on a track with Pac nigga
[Chorus: 2Pac/Obie Trice]
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessey
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto)
Hennessey
[Tupac]
Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessey)
[Outro: Obie Trice]
Yea
Ey Pac' Pac, nigga Detroit love you boy
We put it down out here I mean, you know? Me, my family, my friends.. Man we riddin for you
always
2PacalypseNow and to infinity boy' forever
Shady Records, Afeni Shakur what up?
Yea, Obie Trice
Pour out a lil' liquor nigga
[Obie Trice]
Ha ha ha, yeah
[Tupac]
Nigga fuck that Gin and Juice (Hennessey)
Just Pour a nigga a glass
Hennessey, that dark shit (That's right)
[Obie Trice]
Hey pour me some of that too baby
[Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice]
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessey
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto)
Hennessey
[Tupac]
Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessey)
[Obie Trice]
That's what your sippin on
Now what's you name nigga?
[Tupac]
Big ballin ass nigga named Pac
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death
I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath
These motherfuckaz wanna see me die
So who am I to try to warn 'em, I'll buck and bomb 'em, them nigga fry
Ey remember me' Damn that Hennessey
The nigga you don't wanna see, let me precede
My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me?
Now that it's poppin aint no love bitch
I maintain in the game and the gutter is where I still kick it
I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket
I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days
Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid
So nigga blaze, cuz we some motherfuckin fools
Walkin through the streets wearing jewels
Breakin niggaz, fakin moves
Even the cops can't stop us
My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessey
[Chorus: 2Pac/Obie Trice]
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessey
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto)
Hennessey
[Tupac]
Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessey)
[Obie Trice]
That's what I'm sippin on
Now let me tell 'em who I be
[Tupac]
Big ballin ass nigga named Trice
[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's west
Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess
Tried to apply myself, but niggas was ballin
My momma couldn't tell my shit, the streets was callin
I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law
I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw
P Funk, got I pumpin, he had the connects
Through the sack to us little niggaz workin the set
And if you got it you getting wet, nigga bet on that
Don't come around hurr on that floss shit
Detroit niggaz off shit
(Robbin niggaz in the do' ways) That's right
(With my four four, that's the sure way)
And this your old days, all eyez on me
We was loony I suppose you could (die homie)
O Trice always repped his block
Pac that Hen' and that Ice, I'm on a track with Pac nigga
[Chorus: 2Pac/Obie Trice]
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessey
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto)
Hennessey
[Tupac]
Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessey)
[Outro: Obie Trice]
Yea
Ey Pac' Pac, nigga Detroit love you boy
We put it down out here I mean, you know? Me, my family, my friends.. Man we riddin for you
always
2PacalypseNow and to infinity boy' forever
Shady Records, Afeni Shakur what up?
Yea, Obie Trice
Pour out a lil' liquor nigga
Thug 4 Life - 2pac
[2pac]
HAHA
Thug for life nigga
Can't you read the signs?
ay fuck it man
(Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck
Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin' fucked off - liquor
Get loaded can't control it
Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bones act to the whole stack
Thats fo sho black
To be a mack and keep your dough fat
And tell me what does it take to be a G?
I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key
You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt
And now im in the rap game like the crack game
I got enemies
Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies
And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun
Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum
What does it take to be a G?
Silence is a must, violence is a plus
Plus, shots at my adversaries
Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried
Cause ill be buckin' in a fuckin hurry
[Chorus X3]
Tell em'
Thug for life
High till' I die
When em' stupid ass bitches ask why?
[2pac]
Game? Thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin' money,
But you stuck on these fake bitches
And jealous muthafuckas can't see
That it's the fame that caught these stupid bitches, pass the pussy free
So tell me why u sweatin' a muthafucka like me?
A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's
You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas
Jumpin' around at the shows
And your the first muthafucka to jump
To the trunk when it's time for fun
Little trick ass punk
Thug muthafuckas don't die we get high and we multiply
Muthafuckaa!!
Give a holla to my niggas in the Bay
I'm livin' in LA still clutchin' on my AK
[Chorus X6]
Tell em'
Thug for life
High till' I die
When em' stupid ass bitches ask why?
THUG FOR LIFE BIATCH!!
Yeah nigga, thug life, from now till' the muthafuckin' ever
Havenotz in this muthafucka
YEAH, No doubt
HAHA
Thug for life nigga
Can't you read the signs?
ay fuck it man
(Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck
Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin' fucked off - liquor
Get loaded can't control it
Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bones act to the whole stack
Thats fo sho black
To be a mack and keep your dough fat
And tell me what does it take to be a G?
I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key
You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt
And now im in the rap game like the crack game
I got enemies
Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies
And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun
Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum
What does it take to be a G?
Silence is a must, violence is a plus
Plus, shots at my adversaries
Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried
Cause ill be buckin' in a fuckin hurry
[Chorus X3]
Tell em'
Thug for life
High till' I die
When em' stupid ass bitches ask why?
[2pac]
Game? Thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin' money,
But you stuck on these fake bitches
And jealous muthafuckas can't see
That it's the fame that caught these stupid bitches, pass the pussy free
So tell me why u sweatin' a muthafucka like me?
A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's
You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas
Jumpin' around at the shows
And your the first muthafucka to jump
To the trunk when it's time for fun
Little trick ass punk
Thug muthafuckas don't die we get high and we multiply
Muthafuckaa!!
Give a holla to my niggas in the Bay
I'm livin' in LA still clutchin' on my AK
[Chorus X6]
Tell em'
Thug for life
High till' I die
When em' stupid ass bitches ask why?
THUG FOR LIFE BIATCH!!
Yeah nigga, thug life, from now till' the muthafuckin' ever
Havenotz in this muthafucka
YEAH, No doubt
"Po Nigga Blues (Scott Storch Remix) - 2pac (feat. Ron Isley)
[Girl]
Scott Storch
[Hook (Tupac)]
Why'd you sland crack? I had to
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
A nigga gotta pay the fuckin bills
[Verse 1 (Tupac)]
Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me, claimin I'ma criminal when you the one that made me
They got me trapped in this slavery
now I'm lost in the holocaust headin for my grave G
I told Sam he could fuck the war, and got a busted jaw for sayin "fuck the law"
And if you wonder why I'm mad, check the record
Whats a nigga gotta do to get respected
Sometimes I think I'm getting tested, and if I don't say "yes" a nigga quick to get arrested
That's the reason I stay zestin(??), I keep a vest on my chest incase the cops is getting
restless
Walkin round ready to light shit up, because my life is fucked, some say I'm slightly nuts
Buck buck is the sound as I move up, other niggas pay attention when a fool bust
They make a nigga be a killer, I used to be a dealer but they wanted to see whos realer
Now them same mother fuckas wanna murder me, and I wonder if the lord ever heard of me
I need loot, so I'm doin what I do, and don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes,
Theres no other destiny to choose, I had nothing left to lose, so I'm singin the po nigga blues
[Hook]
[Verse 2 (Tupac)]
Coppin these brand new shoes, but what the fuck can a nigga do, my little boy gotta eat too
So why must I sock a fella? Just live large like rocafella
And did you ever stop to think? I'm old enough to go to war but I aint old enough to drink
Cops wanna hit me with the book, and you hooked on my "I don't give a fuck" look
Makin rules, I'ma break em, no matter how much you make em, show me bakin, I'ma take em
So don't you ever temp me, I'm a fool for mine nigga, and my pockets stay empty
To my brother in the barrio, you livin worse then the niggas in ghetto so
I give a fuck about your language or complexion, you got love for the niggas in my section
You got problems with the punk police, don't run from the chumps, get the pump from me
We aint free, I'll be damned if I played a chip for a blonde haired blue eyed Caucasian bitch
Down with my home boy rich, fuck a snitch and groupie ass bitch
And a nigga with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone(huh)
And you wonder why we blazin niggas, cuz you punks haven babies cant raise the niggas
And they damned to be fuck ups too, drink 40s of brew, singin the nigga blues
[Hook]
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
And now I'm headin for the mother fuck in PEN
Scott Storch
[Hook (Tupac)]
Why'd you sland crack? I had to
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
A nigga gotta pay the fuckin bills
[Verse 1 (Tupac)]
Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me, claimin I'ma criminal when you the one that made me
They got me trapped in this slavery
now I'm lost in the holocaust headin for my grave G
I told Sam he could fuck the war, and got a busted jaw for sayin "fuck the law"
And if you wonder why I'm mad, check the record
Whats a nigga gotta do to get respected
Sometimes I think I'm getting tested, and if I don't say "yes" a nigga quick to get arrested
That's the reason I stay zestin(??), I keep a vest on my chest incase the cops is getting
restless
Walkin round ready to light shit up, because my life is fucked, some say I'm slightly nuts
Buck buck is the sound as I move up, other niggas pay attention when a fool bust
They make a nigga be a killer, I used to be a dealer but they wanted to see whos realer
Now them same mother fuckas wanna murder me, and I wonder if the lord ever heard of me
I need loot, so I'm doin what I do, and don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes,
Theres no other destiny to choose, I had nothing left to lose, so I'm singin the po nigga blues
[Hook]
[Verse 2 (Tupac)]
Coppin these brand new shoes, but what the fuck can a nigga do, my little boy gotta eat too
So why must I sock a fella? Just live large like rocafella
And did you ever stop to think? I'm old enough to go to war but I aint old enough to drink
Cops wanna hit me with the book, and you hooked on my "I don't give a fuck" look
Makin rules, I'ma break em, no matter how much you make em, show me bakin, I'ma take em
So don't you ever temp me, I'm a fool for mine nigga, and my pockets stay empty
To my brother in the barrio, you livin worse then the niggas in ghetto so
I give a fuck about your language or complexion, you got love for the niggas in my section
You got problems with the punk police, don't run from the chumps, get the pump from me
We aint free, I'll be damned if I played a chip for a blonde haired blue eyed Caucasian bitch
Down with my home boy rich, fuck a snitch and groupie ass bitch
And a nigga with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone(huh)
And you wonder why we blazin niggas, cuz you punks haven babies cant raise the niggas
And they damned to be fuck ups too, drink 40s of brew, singin the nigga blues
[Hook]
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
And now I'm headin for the mother fuck in PEN
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