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Album: Me Against the World Song: Me Against the World It's just me against tha World ooohhhhh ooohhhhh just me against tha world baby ohhhhhh ohhhhhh I got nothin' ta lose it's just me against tha world ohhhhh stuck in tha game me against tha world baby Can you picture my prophecy? stress in tha city tha cops is hot for me tha projects is full of bullets tha bodies is droppin' there ain't no stoppin me constantly moven while maken millions witnessin' killins leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings caries tha children cause they're illin' addicted to killin' a near appeal from tha cap pealin' what i'm feelin' but will they last or be blasted hard headed bastard maybe he'll listen in his casket tha aftermath more bodies being buried i'm losen my homies in a hurry they're relocating to tha cemetary got me worried stressin' my visions bluried tha question is will I live no one in tha world loves me i'm headed for danger don't trust strangers put one in tha chamber whatever i'm feelin' is anger don't wanna make excuses cause this is how it is what's tha use unless we're shootin' no one notices tha youth It's Just Me against tha World baby Chorus ooohhhhh Me against tha world It's Just me against tha World ooohhhhh It's Just Me Against tha World Me Against tha World cause it's just me against tha world baby Me against tha World ooohhhh yeeah I got nothin' ta lose It's Just me against tha world baby I got nothin' ta lose [Dramacydal's verse] Could somebody help me? i'm out here all by myself seeing ladies in stores baby capones livin wealthy pictures of my birth on tha surface what i'm dreamin' seein' daddy seein' full of crooked deamons already crazy and screamin' I guess them nightmares as a child had me scared but left me prepared for awhile is there another route? for crooked outlaws that are in a villian of young thugs everday is more death plus i'm more rollin i'm seein more beatens for me to proceed with fear scheme on schemeing amd leavin' their peeps grievin' cause ain't no bucks ta stack up my nuts is backed up i'm about ta act up go load tha mack up now watch me klack up try makin' fat cuts but yo it ain't workin and evils lurken I can see him smirken when I gets tha bourbon so what go put some work in and make my mail makin' sells risken 25 with a 'L' but oh well Chorus Me Against tha World with nothin' ta lose it's just me against tha world ooohhhh It's just Me Against tha World baby Me Against tha world I got nothin' ta lose It's just Me Against tha World heeeyyy It's just Me Against tha World baby with nothin ta lose it's just me against tha world baby Me against tha world Me against tha world I got nothin' ta lose it's just me against tha World baby heeeyyy [Tupac's verse] With all this extra stressin' tha question I wonder is after death I feel my last breath when will I finaly get to rest from this supression they punish tha people that's askin questions and those that possess steal from tha ones without possesions tha message I stress to make it stop study your lessons don't settle for less even tha genius asks questions be gratifull for blessins don't ever change keep your essense tha powers in tha people and tha politics we address always do your best don't let this pressure make ya panic and when ya get stranded and things don't go tha way ya planed it dreaming of richs in a position of makin' a difference polititions and hipocrites they don't wanna listen if i'm insane then tha fame ain't about ta change it wasn't nothin' like tha game it's just me Against tha World Chorus Me against tha World nothin ta lose It's just Me Against tha world baby Me Against tha World got me stuck in tha game It's just Me Against tha World ooohhhh i'm outshining [???] tha news It's just me against tha world baby hahaha Me against tha World that's right... I know it seem hard someties, but uh... remember one thing through every dark night there's a bright day after that so no matter how hard it get stick ya chest out keep ya head up and handle it Me against tha World Me against tha world Me against tha world fades...
Album: Me Against the World Song: If I Die 2Nite A coward dies a thousand deaths A soldier dies but once Verse One: They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherf**kers 'fore they get you Picturin pitiful punk ni**az coppin pleas Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's My enemies scatter in suicidal situations Never to witness the wicked s**t that they was facin Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches bi**hes is bad-mouth, cause ballin motherf**kers is bold But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock ni**az is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight Chorus: If I die tonight (repeat 3X) "Tonight's the night I get in some s**t" - Dr. Dre Verse Two: Polishin pistols prepare for battle pa*s the punk When I get to poppin ni**az is droppin then they done Callin the coroner come collect the f**kin corpse He got it by killin we got the power bein boss Revenge is the method we're never steppin keep a weapon close Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes Jealous ni**az and broke bi**hes equal packed jails Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales Picture perfection pursuin paper with a pa*sion Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force In my brain all I can think about is fame The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed I'm seein silly teary photos of my peers Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight Chorus Verse Three: Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherf**kers 'fore they get you Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug ni**az A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa Overdose of a d**k, while drinkin liquor when I lay her Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear? Don't shed a tear for me ni**a I ain't happy hear I hope they bury me and send me to my rest Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath Take a look picture a crook on his last stand Motherf**kers don't understand, if I die tonight Chorus
Album: Me Against the World Song: So Many Tears I shall fear no man, but God though I walk through tha valley of death I shed so many tears Please God walk with me... back in Elementry, I thrived on misery left me alone I grew up amongst a dying breed as my mind couldn't find a place ta rest untill I got that Thug Life Planted on my chest tell me can ya feel me ? I'm not liven in tha Past, Ya wanna last Be tha first ta blast, remember Kato no longer with us he's deseased call on tha sirens, I seem him murdered in tha streets now rest in peace Is there heaven for a 'G' ? remember me, so many homies in tha cemetary shed so many tears Chorus Lord I suffer through tha years and shed so many tears Lord I lost so many peers, shed so many tears Now that i'm strugglin' in this business by any means, label me greedy gettin green but seldom seen and f**k tha world cuz i'm cursed I'm havin visions of leaven here in a hurse God can ya feel me ? take me away from all tha pressure and all tha pain show me some happiness again i'm goin' blind I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin' well I know my destiny is hell, where did I fail ? my life is in denial and when I Die, babtised in Eternal Fire shed so many tears... Chorus Lord I suffer through tha years and shed so many tears Lord I lost so many peers, shed so many tears Now i'm lost and i'm weary so many tears, i'm suicidal, so don't stand near me my every move is a compilated step ta bring me closer to embrace an early death now there's nothing left there was no mercy on tha streets I couldn't rest I'm barely standing, bout to go to pieces, screaming peace and though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it I had my mind full of deamons tryin' ta break free they planted seeds and they hatched sparking tha flame in my brain like a match, such a dirty game no memories, just misery painting a picture of my enemies killing me in my sleep will I survive till' tha morning ta see tha sun please lord forgive me for my sins cause here I come... Chorus Lord I suffer through tha years and shed so many tears Lord I lost so many peers, shed so many tears Lord knows i've tried, been a witness ta homicide drive-bys taken lives, little kids die wonder why as I walk by Broken hearted as I glance at tha chaulk line, gettin' high this ain't tha life for me I wanna change but ain't no future right for me i'm stuck in tha game i'm trapped inside a maze see this Tangaray influenced me ta gettin crazy disillusioned lately i've been really wanting babies so I could see a part of me that wasn't always shady don't trust my lady cause she's a product of this poison, i'm hearen noises think she's f**ken with my boys, can't take no more i'm fallin' to tha floor beggin' for tha Lord ta let me in Heavens door I shed so many tears... Chorus Lord I lost so many peers and shed so many tears I lost so many peers, shed so many tears fades... I suffered through tha years and shed so many tears
Album: Me Against the World Song: Temptations Yo Mo Bee main, drop that s**t! "Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" --> Erick Sermon (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget") (sample repeats until first verse) You know what time, boo-yaow I know it's time for you So grab one by the hand youknowhatI'msayin And uhh, throw up that finger Ay yo yo yo throw y'all fingers up! Thug style baby, Thug style y'know? Verse One: Tell me baby are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya I can help ya if ya only, let me touch ya If I'm wrong love tell me, cause I get caught up and the life I live is Hell see, I never thought I'd see the day when I would calm down, you ain't heard I've been known to clown and Get Around, that's my word See you walkin and you lookin good, yes indeed Got a body like a sex fiend, you're killin me witcha attitude to match right, don't be phony cause I hate when you act like, you don't know me I've be stressin in the spotlight, I want the fame but the industry's a lot like, a crap game Ain't no time for commitment, I gotta go Can't be wit you every minute miss, another show And even though I'm known for my one night stand I wanna be an honest man, but temptations go... "Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" --> Erick Sermon (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget") (sample repeats until second verse) Throw up the finger! And all my homies go.. Throw them the finger! Ya know what baby it's like *singing* I know you've been searchin for someone To make you happy, and get the job done You say you need it, a man with money But I can't be there, and will you still care Verse Two: Will I cheat or will I be committed, heaven knows Gettin weak and I wanna hit it, so here I go in my ride and I'm all in, gettin high I can hear the people callin, I'm pa*sin by Everybody knows I'm ball-in, and to God Gotta keep myself from fall-in, but it's hard All the cuties know I'm under pressure, what do I do Gettin shaky when she pull the dress up, and say it's cool Should I stroke or should I wait a while, you decide If you tell me that you don't want it, that's a lie Move close and let me whisper, some dirty words in your ears as I kiss ya, on every curve Slow down baby don't rush, I like it slow Can't hold it any longer, so let it go Open the gates, do you wanna fall up in heaven Don't worry, I let myself in, all I heard was... "Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" --> Erick Sermon (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget") (sample repeats until third verse) Give em the finger! All my homies go.. Throw your fingers up! That's just the Thug in me girl, you know Peep out all my homies, y'know, it's like *singing* I know you've been searchin for someone To make you happy, and get the job done You say you need it, a man with money But I can't be there, and will you still care Verse Three: A lot of people think it's easy, to settle down Got a woman that'll please me, in every town I don't wanna but I gotta do it, the temptation got me ready to release the fluid, sensation sit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand Cause even Thugs get lonely, understand Even the hardest of my homies need attention Catch you blowin up the telephone, reminiscin I wanna take you to the movies, and the park Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the dark Now that it's pa*sion, hold me tight Don't need lights, I can see you by the moonlight I know your man ain't lovin you right You're lonely under pressure need a Thug in your life Enough talkin, you want me to leave, I'll get to walkin See you later, cause baby I'm a player, and all I heard was "Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" --> Erick Sermon (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget") (sample repeats until the end) Give em the finger And all my homies go.. yo this how we gonna do this in the nine-trey y'know? Throw your fingers up Y'know? They gonna peep this, this how we run game on you *singing* Everybody, heyy, alright Heyy, heyyyeah, heyyyayyy, ohh [2Pac] All my ni**az go Uptown in the Give em the finger! Throw your hands up Give em the finger!
Album: Me Against the World Song: Heavy in the Game Verse One: 2Pac Now how can I explain how this game laced plus with this fame I got enemies who'll do anything ta break me My attitude changed got to tha point where I was trippen twenty-four-seven moneys my mission just a ni**a tryin ta make a livin' These busta tricks don't know no male they spending they riches on scandelous bi**hes who stay petrified in jail it's hell plus all tha dealers want a meal ticket jelous a*s bi**hes playa haten' but we still kick it always keep my eyes on tha prize watch tha police seen so much murder neighborhoods getten no sleep but still I get my money on major continuously communicaten through my pager ni**as know me don't have no homies cause they jelous I hustle solo cause when i'm broke I got no time for tha fellas listen ain't nothen popin' about no work ni**a I ain't no joke f**k what they sayin and get your dough ni**a Heavy in tha Game Chorus: I don't care what it did to Them Tha Games been good ta Me Verse Two: Richie Rich Well, let me shoot some of this heavy type s**t Certain ni**as wanna stick to tha game you's a trick to tha game waitin' upon your turn so will you learn ain't no turns givin ni**as be twisten and taken s**t putten they sack down then putten they mack down Me myself I hustle with finesse Yes, i'm an Oakland baller rule number one check it if I show you no respect then be your own ni**a meaning buy your own dope cause that front s**t is punk s**t something I never funked with be true to this game and this game will be true to you that's real s**t disrespect see what this will do to you jackin' and robin' and dispisen' your homie ain't healthy ni**as be ending up dead follow your wealthy but not me tho I'm sowing something major so what I reap is boss that's why my public statis is floss went from a young ni**a livin' reseidential to a young ni**a workin' presidential Chorus Verse Three: 2Pac I'm just a young black male cursed since my birth had ta turn to crack sells if worse come to worse headed for them pack jails so maybe it's a hearse My only way to stack bail is out here doin dirt My decisions do or die been hustlein' since Jr. High No time for askin why getten' high getten' mine Put away my 9 cause these times call for four-five sales cause life is hell and everybody dies what about these ni**as I despise them loud talken' cowards shootin' guns into crowds jepordiseing lives shootem' right between a ni**as eyes it's time to realize follow tha rules or follow tha fools, then die everybodies tryin ta make tha news ni**as confused quit tryin to be an OG and pay your dues if you choose to apply yourself go with tha grain and come tha riches and tha bi**hes and tha fame Heavy in tha Game Chorus
Album: Me Against the World Song: Dear Mama You are appreciated Verse One: 2Pac When I was young me and my mama had beef Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool with the big boys, breakin all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama When things went wrong we'd blame mama I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary? Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day And runnin from the police, that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside And even as a crack fiend, mama You always was a black queen, mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man You always was committed A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it There's no way I can pay you back But the plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated Chorus: Reggie Green & "Sweet Franklin" w/ 2Pac * Lady... Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady Dear mama Place no one above ya, sweet lady You are appreciated Don't cha know we love ya? * second and third chorus, "And dear mama" instead of "Dear mama" Verse Two: 2Pac Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there He pa*sed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along I was lookin for a father he was gone I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin I needed money of my own so I started slangin I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin money in your mailbox I love payin rent when the rent's due I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you Cause when I was low you was there for me And never left me alone because you cared for me And I could see you comin home after work late You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate Ya just workin with the scraps you was given And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin But now the road got rough, you're alone You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated Chorus Verse Three: 2Pac Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama I can always depend on my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act craaazy I gotta thank the Lord that you made me There are no words that can express how I feel You never kept a secret, always stayed real And I appreciate, how you raised me And all the extra love that you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if ya hold on It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated Chorus Sweet lady And dear mama Dear mama Lady (3X)
Album: Me Against The World Song: It Ain't Easy Keepin it real Verse One: 2Pac I take a shot of Henessee now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my ni**az on the, other side Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry A damn shame, when will we ever change And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain Arguements with my Boo is true I spend mo' time with my ni**az than I do with you But everywhere it's the same thang, that's the game I'll be damned if a thang changed, f**k the fame I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper a*s, uhh It ain't easy, that's my motto Drinkin Tanqueray straight out the bottle Everybody wanna know if I'm insane My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games And all the drama got me stressin like I'm hopeless, I can't cope Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high Watchin the cops roll by It ain't easy... that's right Chorus: 2Pac It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free (repeat 3X) Verse Two: 2Pac I can't sleep ni**az plottin on to kill me while I'm dreamin Wake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers schemin Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizin A brother bite the bullet, open fire and I died I wonder why this the way it is, even now Lookin out for these killer kids, cause they wild Bill Clinton can you recognize a ni**a representin Doin twenty to life in San Quentin Gettin calls from my ni**a Mike Tyson, ain't nuttin nice Yo 'Pac, do something righteous witcha life And even thou you innocent you still a ni**a, so they figure Rather have you behind bars than triggers But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin shots Til I see my ni**az free on the block But no it ain't easy, hahahah Til I see my ni**az free, on the block, oh It ain't easy Chorus 2.75 Verse Three: 2Pac Lately been reminiscin bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks It's the project kid without a conscience, I'm havin dreams of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers through the years tryin to stack a little green I was only seventeen, when I started servin fiends And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar So my apoli', casue these hard times make me wanna holler Will I live to see tommorrow, am I fallin off? I hit the weed and then proceed to say f**k all of y'all Ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin, I can't go home Cause muh-f**kers think I'm buggin, so now I'm in this high powered cell at the county jail Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what do I do in these county blues Gettin battered and bruised by the you know who And these fakes get to shakin when they face me Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me Sittin in this, livin hell, listenin to ni**az yell Tryin to torture em to tell, I'm gettin mail But ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts is makin bucks while these sluts is gettin f**ked They violated my probation, and it seems I'll be goin on a long vacation, meanwhile It ain't easy No it ain't easy Chorus Chorus
Album: Me Against the World Song: Can U Get Away (Conversation between Pac and female) [Tupac] Wussup, it's Tupac, can u get away? let me come sooth you up [Female] You know I gotta man. [Tupac] I know you gotta man, but he won't mind if I take you out [Female] of course, he gonna mind. [Tupac] let me take you to lunch, i'll have ya back before he even get home, before anybody see [Female] I can't. [Tupac] aww Come on, [Female] He won't let me. [Tupac] Pleeeease.... [Female] naw [Tupac] aight, what's wrong with your eye? Why you got on gla*ses? Ever since I met ya I can't beat tha pressure it's like your man don't understand all he does is stress ya I can see your state of misory from tha introduction ain't nobody suckin' and touchin' this harmless discussion maybe we can see a better way find a brighter day late night phone conversations would that be ok? I don't wanna take up all your time or be tha next in line tell me your size and let me find things with you in mind I can see your cautious and i'm carefull not ta scare ya but anticipation of love makein' got ya shakin' when i'm standin' near ya use of precision will prepare ya in case you get scared just ask the man in tha mirror now tha pictures getten clearer all he does is hit ya hard I tell ya to leave and you tell me keep my faith in god I don't understand I just wanna bring ya home I wonder should I leave ya alone find a woman of my own all tha homies tell me that you don't deserve it I contimplate but in my heart I know ya worth it tell me can U get away ? Chorus ebony, can U get away, let's go So much pressure in tha air and I can't get away i'm not happy I know what's wrong So much pressure in tha air and I can't get away i'm not happy do you love that man? Could it be my destiny to be lonely and be checkin' for these hoochies that be on me cause they phoney but you was different I got no need to be suspicious cause I can tell my life with you would be delicious tha way ya lick ya lips and shake ya hips got me addicted i'm sitten here hopen that we can find some way to kick it even though I got your digits gotta struggle to resist it slowly advance and miss my chance not to miss it you blow me kisses when he ain't lookin now your hearts tooken my only wish is that you change your mind and he get shook I wanna take you there but you scared to follow come see tommorrow hopen I can take you through tha pain and sorrow and let you know I care that someones there for your struggle depend on me when you have needs or there's trouble I wanna give you happiness and maybe even more I told you before not time to waste we can hook up at the store Can U get away ? Chorus There's so much pressure in tha air and I can't get away [yeah you can] i'm not happy [Can U get away So much pressure in tha air and I can't get away i'm not happy I feel like remincsin' and I hope ya listen In tha position and tha pressure and all for competition me and you was meant to be my destiny no longer lonely cause it's time for you and me all I can see a happy home that's my fantasy but my reality is problems with your man and me what can I do? don't wanna loose ya to tha sucker cause if he touch ya I got some drama for that busta don't wanna rush ya but make your mind up fast nobody knows or who controls will it last before I ask I hope you see that i'm sincere and even if ya stay with him today i'm still here I refuse to give up cause I believe in what we share ya livin' in prison and what he's givin can't compare cause everything I feel for you I wanna let you know pa*sion will be yours and i'll never let you go tell me Can U get away ? Chorus So much pressure in tha air and I can't get away i'm not happy all I wanna know, can U get away So much pressure in tha air and I can't get away i'm not happy if you really wanted to get away, you could get away [Tupac Speaking] You ain't got to go through all this drama and this stress with this old half a man, you know what i'm sayin? I ain't tryin to put you in a position where you gotta give up your lifestyle to hafta get with me but uh, he ain't even takin care of you he's beatin' on you and s**t look how you look some motherf**ken wanna be baby, you know what i'm sayin? shake that sucker to tha left and let me show you what this life is really about you know what i'm sayin you need to be on first cla*s need to be goin' to hawaii and seeing tha world and seein what this world got to offer you not goin to, you know what i'm sayin, the emergency room and getten stitches cause this ni**a done got a temper don't cry, it's all good can U take me from here can U take me from here
Album: Me Against the World Song: Old School Here we go; we gonna send this one out to the old school All these motherf**kers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island Queens, and all the motherf**kers that laid it down, the foundation yaknowhatI'msayin? Nuttin but love for the old school That's who we gonna do this one for, ya feel me? "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba (repeat 3X) Nothin like the old school/ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz LL raisin hell but, that didn't last Eric B. & Rakim was, the s**t to me I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D and Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when s**t was real Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane when De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game I can't explain how it was, Whodini had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was Them block parties in the projects, and on my block You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic Remember "Push It" was the bomb s**t, nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba Ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba Nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba Ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BBD's A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bi**h, I remember way back, the weak weed they had Too many seeds in the trey bag I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin with some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, "Why them ni**az swearin?" I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall or takin leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile A young ni**a tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba Ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba Nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba Nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba Ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" --> Grand Puba Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters When Slick Rick was spittin La-Di-Da-Di Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber breakdancin to Melle Mel Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti Be careful don't let the transit cops see me It ain't nuttin like the old school! (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end) It ain't nuttin like the old school Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school ... Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherf**kin party? Member how f**kers used to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?" and motherf**kers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm) I remember goin places that motherf**kers was scared to say they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that s**t was the bomb Back in the motherf**kin old school ni**a Remember skelly ni**a? Knockin ni**az out the box, poppin boxes? Member stickball? Member ni**az to run that s**t like that? Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window? (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...) The ice cream truck, member all the mother... Member the italian icey's yo? Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish ni**az comin down with the coconut icey's and s**t? I came through the door, said it before That was the s**t!
Album: Me Against the World Song: f**k the World Who you callin' rapist ?? ain't that a bi**h you devils are so two faced wanna see me locked in chains droped in shame and getten socked by these crooked cops and game f**kin' with tha young black male tryin' ta stack bail and stay away from tha packed jails told tha judge i'm in danger and that's why I had that 45 with one in tha chamber f**k tha World Chorus their tryin' ta say that I don't care I woke up screamin' f**k tha world their tryin' ta say that I don't care just woke up and scream f**k tha world their tryin' ta say that I don't care I woke up and screamed f**k tha world their tryin' ta say that I don't care Just got up and screamed f**k tha World When I was commin up ruff that wasn't even what you called it that's why I smoke blunts now and run with alcholics i'm getten threats to me commin from my enemies in their dreams is hell where they sending me ? have I lost control or just another soul a car full of motherf**kers when we roll sippen on that as I sit back life as a big mack brothers come up and say 'you did that?' brotha take your eyes off tha prize and even when you getten high don't hesitate to try cause you could fall off or stay ballin' ni**as we all in ? and all my mothaf**kers callen... f**k tha World... Chorus f**k tha World Damn, they wanna label me a menace cause i'm sitten here sippin on Guinness weighin' 165 and these tricks should die for being jelous of a brotha when he rides I can see it in your eyes you wanna see a young player fallen they hate ta see a ni**a ballin' some of you suckers is rotten plotten on what I got then you wonder why I shot him (booya) please stop given game for free you wanna hang with me ? like being a thug is tha thang ta be but I got love for my homies tha G's and macks so if your black then ya better stay strapped ni**a, f**k tha World... Chorus f**k tha World f**k it... I hear my ni**as screamin' f**k tha world... they wanna know if I claim tha click that i'm hangin' with and if i'm down with this bangin' s**t well, homie I don't give a f**k if ya blood or cuz long as ya got love for thugs but don't try ta test me out stall that homie this is thug life ni**a and we all strapped I been through hell and back and if I fell, black then it's back to tha corner where we sell crack some of you ni**as is bustas you runnin' around with these tramp a*s bi**hes don't trust her but don't cry this world ain't prepared for us a straight thug mothaf**ker who ain't scared to bust f**k tha World.... Chorus f**k tha World (I don't care) (I don't care) (fade....)
Album: Me Against the World Song: Death Around the Corner Child: Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy? Mother: I know what's wrong with that crazy motherf**ker He's just stand by the goddamn window with that f**kin' AK all day You don't work, you don't f**k, you don't, you don't do a goddamn thing I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive In the city where the skinny ni**as die If they bury me, bury me as a G ni**a, no need to worry I expect retaliation in a hurry I see death around the- corner, anyday Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway Strugglin and strivin, my destiny's to die Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy Madder than a motherf**ker, they never shoulda had me I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help me Got me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain't healthy Am I paranoid? - Tell me the truth I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot Ran out of endo and my mind can't take the stress, I'm out of breath Make me wanna kill my damn self, but I see death around the corner Chorus (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner, the pressure's getting to me I no longer trust my homies, them phonies tried to do me Smoking too much weed, got me paranoid, stressed Pack a gat and my vest, under my clothes when I dress Here's hopin I die the way I lived, straight thuggin' Huggin' my trigger for all them ni**as who was buggin' My homie told me once, don't you trust them other suckers They fought like they your homies but they phony motherf**kers And even if I did die young, who cares All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares I got homies in my head who done pa*sed away screamin, please Young ni**a, make Gs I can't give up, although I'm hopeless, I think my mind's gone All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner Chorus I was raised in the city, s**tty Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty Drinkin' liquor out my momma's titty And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household, And drinking liquor til' you out cold And tho' i'm gone now, ni**a it's still on- Pow Bustin on them ni**as til they gone How many more jealous a*s bi**hes, comin for my riches Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless, them bi**hes will start s**t Excuse me, but this is where we part bi**h No more game for free, please explain to me Why ni**as trip bi**h, who you came to see? Murderin' now but see me later man, as for my pops I got homies that will hunt you til you drop I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G And gettin high was a way of gettin free I see death around the corner Chorus This is for all the real mothaf**kin ni**as out there I know you ain't scared to die We all gotta go, ya know ? A real motherf**ker will pick the time he goes And make sure he handles his motherf**kin business Y'all ni**as stop acting like pussies out there, all right (Movie bites) I'm tired off getting ripped off by guys like that I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want that sonova bi**h dead, I want him dead I want him dead, I don't care
Album: Me Against the World Song: Outlaw [Tupac] That's right ni**a you gotta get your papers up in this motherf**ker I ain't mad at ya at all [Tupac] hey yo, what tha f**k you wanna be when you grow up Ra Ra [Rah Rah] ni**a, is you stupid, I wanna be a motherf**ken outlaw [Tupac] that's right ni**a, hahaha, house'n these ho's, you feel me? [Tupac] you gotta do that s**t, keepen it real ni**a or what ? [Rah Rah] keepin' it real! [Tupac] How old are you ni**a [Rah Rah] i'm 11 [Tupac] cause all I see is Murder murder my mind state preoccupied with homicide tryin to survive through this trial and rape dead bodies at block parties those unlucky bastards gunfire now they require maybe closed casket who can you blame ? it's insane what we did do witness an evil that these men do bi**hes see it too infact they be the reasons ni**as get to bleeden but i'll f**ken fire when I leave'em I shoulda seen'em hostile ho's catch elbows and grows disposed of and snitches get dealt with, with no love body bags of adversaries that I had to bury I broke tha law and their jaw all in tha same flurry but never worry they'll remember me through history causen motherf**kers to bleed they'll label me an Chorus Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw they came into sin Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw Dear God, I wonder can you save me? Before I close my eyes I fantasize i'm livin well and I awaken realizen i'm just in prison in hell just as well cause in my cell i'm keeping pictures of these bastards excersisein' visualizing' everyone inside a casket picture me blasted surrounded by ni**as in masks sent with tha task to hara*s and murder my a*s will I last ? Heaven or Hell ? Freedom or Jail ? s**t's hard who can you tell ? and if we fail ? high speeds and tie weed on tha freeway when will they learn to take it easy ? driveby's and ni**as die murder without a motive by making motherf**kers fry got me runnin' from these coward a*s crooked a*s cops helicopters tryin ta hover over ni**as till we drops Got no time for tha courts my only thought is open fire hit tha district attorney but, f**k that bi**h, cause she's a lie now it's time to expire I see tha judge spray tha bi**h 'motherf**kers is crooked !' is what I scream and hit tha fence I cominse to get wicked spitten rounds as tha plot thickens never missen an early grave is my only mission If I die never worry, bury me beside my four-five may God forgive me, I was high and label me an Chorus Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw they came into sin Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw Dear God, I wonder, could ya save me ? Society lied to me I ain't never gonna try ta be my mob will be doin roberies and stickups on these wannabe's I witnessed ni**as lose they chest for ordinary reasons ni**as bodies put ta rest so I just.. swallow my becks and holla 'f**k'em' and if i'm next just leta ni**a step with somethin' I ain't fearin nothen young and thugin prepared for bustin if that's my destiny ready for whatever see you ni**as can't get tha best of me (hold me down) definately no need for askin (now he mad) top speed (smokin weed) Blasted (biotch) cause when I bust'em they gonna shiver tha killers cry soldiers got bodies floaten in tha river what is they sayin ? talken about prayin' they need to stop that ain't gonna help these ni**as sprayin up my block tryin ta take my wealth Chorus Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw They came into sin Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw Dear God, I wonder could ya save me ? Outlaw, Outlaw They came into sin Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw Dear God, I wonder could ya save me ? [Tupac] f**k tha judge, I gotta gruge punk police, ni**as run tha streets it ain't nothen but muuuuzik s**ts changed 1995 tha games has changed motherf**kers is actin real strange the rules is all rearranged you got babies lyin' dead in tha streets these punk police is crooked as me but all I see is mothaf**kers actin' less than G's stop bein a playa-hater be an inovator ni**a f**k that s**t don't be no entertainer and a stranger be a real mothaf**ker keep it real pack that steel cause you know these streets is real deal mothaf**kers wanna see me in my casket jelous, mothaf**ken bastards i'll never die thug ni**as multiply cause after me is Thug Life baby then tha young thugs then tha youngest thug of all my ni**a Ra Ra
Album: 2pacalypse Now Song: Young Black Male ["Hard like an erection..." -- Ed O.G.] Young black male! ["Hard like an erection..."] ["...ain't sh*t to fool with" -- Ice Cube] ["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male! ["...ain't sh*t to fool with"] *runs backwards* Young black male! (2Pac) Yes niggaz... yes niggaz... yes niggaz Young black male! ["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male! ["Hard like an erection..."] ["...ain't sh*t to fool with"] ["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male! ["Hard like an erection..."] ["...ain't sh*t to fool with"] (2Pac) Go nigga, go!! Verse One: Young black male I try to effect by kicking the facts and stacking much mail I'm packing a gat cuz guys wanna jack and fu*k goin to jail Cuz I ain't equipped to stop how I look I don't sell ya-yo They teachin a brother like I was in books Follow me into a flow I'm sure you know, which way to go I'm hittin em out of the dopes So slip on the slope, let's skip on the flow I'm fu*kin the sluts and hoes The bigger the butts the tighter the clothes The gimminy jimminy grows Then whaddya know, it's off with some clothes Rowd when the crowd says hoe That let's me know, they know I can flow Love when they come to my shows I get up and go, with skins before When I'm collecting my dough I never respect, the one that I back The quicker the nigga can rap The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat What kind of style is that? The style of a mack, and ready to jack I rendered up piles of black The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack I hate it when real nigga bust They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust I had enough of the fuss I bust what I bust, and cuss when I must They gave me a charge for sales For selling the tales... of young black males Yes nigga, N-I-G-G-A niggaz Ay nigga you can't handle that sh*t! Pa*s that man! Hit that sh*t, that's the sh*t! It smell like skunk, skunk smell like that nigga momma We ain't nuttin but some low down dirty niggaz Keep it real nigga, fu*k you nigga! You ain't givin me near a dime on this real motherfu*ker fu*k St. Ide's it's an Old E thing baby Strictly some of that Hennesee Can I drink with you fellas? Can I get it on it? fu*k you capo. You ain't in baby. I tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking all that sh*t, when I come back, OK? We gonna say who the big mouth, when I come back YOUNG BLACK MALE!
Album: 2Pacalypse Now Song: Soulja's Story [Tupac Talking] They cuttin off welfare Think they crime is risin' now You got whites killin blacks Cops killin blacks And blacks killin blacks s**t just gonna get worse They just gonna become souljas Straight souljas Chorus All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me Crack done took apart of our family tree my momma's on tha s**t, my dadies splitten, mom's steady blaming me is it my fault, just cause i'm a young black male cop sweat me as if my destiny is makin' crack sells only 15 and got problems cops on my tail, so I bail till I dodge 'em they finally pull me over and I laugh remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk a*s now I gotta murder case you speak a' Heaven punk, I never heard of tha place what is it ta come up fast, got a Uz and a black mask drop tha f**kin task, now who's tha jack a*s keep my s**t cocked, cause tha cops got a glock too what tha f**k would you do drop them or let 'em drop you I chose droppin' tha cop I got me a glock, and a glock for tha ni**as on my block 4 of'em tried ta stab me, I moved out sold a pound a weed, made g's, bought a new house i'm only 17, I'm tha new kid I got me a crew, bought'em jewels, and a uzi but all good things don't last task came fast, and busted my black a*s coolen in tha pen, where tha goods kept now my little brother wants ta follow in my footsteps a soulja Chorus All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me Buck, buck, pigs get f**ked, don't step ta this Quiet has kept them blessed, on a quest with a death wish Tell 'em they come and test, and tha rest, ni**a gets hectic Here's tha aneirexic, i'm making it to an exit Walkin' through tha streets on tha black tip Packed with several gats, cause i'm also payin' back s**t ni**as don't wanna try me, brotha you'll get shot down Now i'm kick'en tha block, cause my bigger brothers locked down I'm hot now, so many punk police have got shot down Other cops see me on tha block, and they jock now That's what I call a kingpin Send my brotha what he needs is some weed up ta season Tell him just be ready set, pack ya s**t up quick And when I hit, be prepared ta jet ni**as from tha block on tha boat now Every single one got a gun, that'll smoke pow These punks about ta get hit by tha best I'm wear'en double vest, so aim at my f**kin chest I'll be makin' straight dome calls Touch tha button on tha wall, you'll be picken up your own balls I can still hear my mother shout, hit tha pig ni**a Break your bigga brother out I got a message for tha warden I'm commin' for ya a*s, as fast as Flash Gorden We get surrounded in tha mess hall, yes ya'll A crazy motherf**ka makin' death calls Just bring me my brother and we leavin For every minute you stall, one ya'll bleedin' They brought my brother in a jiffy I took a cop, just in case things got tricky And just as we was walken out, I caught a bullet in tha head Tha screams never left my mouth My brother caught a bullet too I think he gonna pull through, he deserve to Tha fast life ain't everything they told ya Never get much older, following tha tracks of a soulja Chorus All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me straight soulja, 1993, all of it.
Album: 2pacalypse Now Song: I Don't Give A F**k I don't give a f**k They done push me to the limit the more I live I might blow up any minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While this cops bragging about the ni**a he's jackin I see no justice All I see is ni**as dying fast The sound of a gun blast Then watch the hurst past Just another day in the life G Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snippe me The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man I went to the bank to cash my cheque I get more respect from the muthaf**kin dope man The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes They got dough but they hate us though You better keep your mind on the real s**t And f**k trying to get with these crooked a*s hypocrites They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down Just can't understand why we getting respect now Mama told me they're be days like this But I'm pissed cause it stays like this And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait Gimme a break How much s**t can a ni**a take I ain't goin' nowhere no how What you wanna throw down Better bring your guns pal Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay f**k bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K And even if they shoot me down There'll be another ni**a bigger from the mutha-f**kin' underground So step but you better step quick Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bulls**t You're watching the makings of a physco-path The truth didn't last Before the wrath and aftermath Who's that behind the trigger? Who'd do yah figure!? A mutha-f**kin night ni**a Ready to buck and rip s**t up I had enough and I don't give a f**k ni**as!, isn't just the blacks also a gang of mutha-f**kas dressed in blue slacks They say ni**as hang in packs and their attitude is s**tty Tell me, who's the biggest gang of ni**as in the city They say ni**as like to do ni**as Throw me in the cuffs with just two ni**as A street walkin' ni**a and a beat walkin' ni**a with a badge I had to shoot yah and the pa*s for the blast take his cash And bash his head in dump him at the dead in And that's just his luck Cause a ni**a like me don't really give a f**k Walked in the store what's everybody staring at They act like they never seen a muthaf**ker wearing black Following a ni**a and s**t Ain't this a bi**h All I wanted was some chips I wanna take my business else where But where? Cause who in the hell cares About a black man with a black need They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend I wonder if knows that my income is more than His pension, salary and then some Your daughter is my number one fan And your trife a*s wife wants a life with a black man So who's the mac in fact who's the black jack Sit back and get fat off the fat cat while he thinks that he's getting over I bust a move as smooth as casanova And count another quick meal I'm getting paid for my traid but its still real And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme AS strong as a f**kin' nine Mail stacked up ni**as wanna act up Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot Usta come but he's done, now we run the block To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up They know we fed up But we they just don't give a f**k They just don't give a f**k I gotta give my f**k offs f**k you to the San FranCisco police department f**k you to the Marin County Sheriff department f**k you to the F.B.I f**k you to the C.I.A f**k you to the B-u-s-h f**k you to the AmeriKKKa f**k you to all you redneck prejudice mutha f**kas And f**k yah f**k Y'all Punk gay sensitive little d**k bastards 2paclypse mutha f**kin' know Y'all can kiss my a*s and suck my d**k And my uncle Tommy's balls f**k Y'all Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks
Album: 2Pacalypse Now Song: Violent They claim that i'm violent Just cuz I refuse to be silent These hipocrites I havin' fears Cuz i'm not buying it, defying it Envious, because I will rebel against Any oppresor, and this is known as self defense I show no mercy, they claim that i'm tha Lunatic But when tha s**t gets thick, i'm tha one you got and get Don't look so confused, tha truth is so plain ta see Cause i'm tha ni**a tha you sell-outs are ashamed to be And every jeep and and every car, while they stop us I'm never ignorant, getten goals accomplished Tha underground railroad on an uprise This time tha truth is getten told Heard enough lies I told'em fight back, attack on society If this is violence then violents what I gotta be If you investigate you'll find out where it's coming from Look through our history, Americas tha violent one Unlock my brain, break tha chains of your misery This time tha pay back for evil s**t you did too me They call me militant and racist cause I won't resist You wanna censor something Mothaf**ka censor this! My words are weapons, and i'm stepin to tha sirens Wakin up tha ma*ses But you, claim that i'm violent Chorus (with tons of scratching in the chorus) f**k a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent) Just because we play what tha people want, (Violent) f**k a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent) Just because we play what tha people want, (Violent) f**k a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent) Tha cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me Call me a dope man, cause I rock dope beats Jacked by tha police, didn't have my ID I said, excuse me, why ya tryin ta rob me He had tha nerve to, say that I had a curfew Get out tha car, or i'lI hurt you So here I go, I better make my mind up Pick my 9 up or hit tha line up I choose B steped into tha streets Tha first cop grabed me, tha other ripped my seat They grabed my homie and threw him to tha concrete (what ya doin man) they tried ta frame me They tried ta say I had some dope in tha back seat But, i'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend My homie packed, he tried ta run (freeze ni**a) I heard a bullet fire from tha cops gun My homie dropped, so I hit tha cop I kept swingin,Yo, I couldn't stop Before I knew it, I was beaten tha cop senseless Tha other cop dropped his gun, he was defenseless Now i'm against this cop who was racist Given him a taste, of tradin places And all this, cause tha [?...?] was tryin ta frame us, but I came up Now they claiming that i'm violent Chorus (with tons of scratching in the chorus) f**k a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent) Just because we play what tha people want, (Violent) f**k a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent) Just because we play what tha people want, (Violent) f**k a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent) As I was beatin on a cop, I heard a gun click Then tha gun shot, but I wasn't hit I turned around it was my homie with tha gun in hand He shot tha cop, now he's a dead man I said, come on, it's time for us ta get away They called for back up, and they'll be on their way Jumped in tha car, and tried ta get away quick Tha car wouldn't start, we in deep s**t So we jumped out, (come on, let's take tha cops car) We drove a little ways thinking that we got far But I looked up and all I saw was blue lights If I die tonight, i'm dying in a gun fight I grabed tha AK, my homie took tha 12 gauge Load'em up quick, it's time for us ta spray We'll shot'em up with they own f**kin weapons And when we threw spraying, then we stepin This is a lesson, to tha rednecks and crooked cops You f**k with real ni**as, get ya f**kin a*s dropped So here we go, tha police against us Dark at dusk, and waiting for tha guns ta bust What's next, I don't know and I don't care One things for sure, tommorrow I won't be here But if I go, i'm taken all these punks with me Pa*s me a clip G, now come and get me You wanna sweat me, never get me to be silent Given them a reason, (a reason) Ta claim that i'm violent... Chorus (with tons of scratching in the chorus) f**k a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent) Just because we play what tha people want, (Violent) f**k a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent) Just because we play what tha people want, (Violent) f**k a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent) Just because we play what tha people want....
Album: 2Pacalypse Now Song: Words of Wisdom Killing us one by one In one way or another American will find a way to eliminate the problem One by one The problem is the troubles in the black youth of the ghettos And one by one we are being wiped off the face of this earth At an extremly alarming rate And even more alarming is the fact that we are not fighting back Brothers, sistas, ni**as When I say ni**as it is not the ni**a we are grown to fear It is not the ni**a we say as if it has no meaning But to me It means Never Ignorant Getting Goals Acomplishes, ni**a ni**as what are we going to do Walk blind into a line or fight Fight and die if we must like ni**as This is for the ma*ses the lower cla*ses The ones you left out, jobs were givin', better livin' But we were kept out Made to feel inferior, but we're the superior Break the chains in out brains that made us fear yah Pledge a legiance to a flag that neglects us Honour a man that who refuses to respect us Emmancipation, proclamation, Please! ni**a just said that to save the nation These are lies that we all accepted Say no to drugs but the governments' keep it Running through our community, killing the unity The war on drugs is a war on you and me And yet they say this is the Home of The Free But if you ask me its all about hyprocracy The constitution, Yo, it don't apply to me Lady Liberty still the bi**h lied to me Steady strong nobody's gonna like what I pumpin' But its wrong to keeping someone from learning something So get up, its time to start nation building I'm fed up, we gotta start teaching childern That they can be all that they wanna to be There's much more to life than just poverty This is defaintly ahhh words of wisdom AMERIKA, AMERIKA, AMERIKKKA I charge you with the crime of rape, murder, and a*sault For suppressing and punishing my people I charge you with robery for robbing me of my history I charge you with false imprisonment for keeping me Trapped in the projects And the jury finds you guilty on all accounts And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes Prosecutor do you have any more evidience Words of Wisdom They shine upon the strength of an nation Conquer the enemy on with education Protect thy self, reach with what you wanna do Know thy self, teach what we been through On with the knowledge of the place, then No one will ever oppress this race again No Malcolm X in my history text Why is that? Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks Why is Martin Luther King in my book each week? He told blacks, if they get smacked, turn the other cheek I don't get it, so many questions went through my mind I get sweated, They act as if asking questions is a crime But forget it, one day I'm gonna prove them wrong Now every brother had to smother on the welfare line The american dream, though it seems it attainable They're pulling your sleave, don't believe Cause it will strangle yah Pulling the life of your brain, I can't explain Beg as you can obtain from which you came Swear that your mother is living in equality Forgeting your brother that's living her apology Thought they had us beat when they took our kids But the battle ain't over till the black man sings Words of Wisdom But the battle ain't over till the black man sings Words of Wisdom NIGHTMARE thats what I am America's nightmare I am what you made me The hate and evil that you gave me I shine of a reminder of what you have done to my people for Four hundred plus years You should be scared You should be running You should be trying to silence me ha ha But you can not escape fate Well it is my turn to come Just as you rose you shall fall By my hands Amerika, You reap what you sow 2pacalypse America's Nightmare Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob America's Nightmare Above the Law America's Nightmare Paris America's Nightmare Public Enemy America's Nightmare Krs-One America's Nightmare Mutulu Shakur America's Nightmare Geronimo Pratt America's Nightmare a*sada Shakur America's Nightmare
Album: 2Pacalypse Now Song: Something Wicked Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come More than an adversary I'm very quick I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift I'm equipped to kick Grab you coat and you hat, cause I'm prepared to clamp Scared the [???], and caught them mutha-f**kas damp Oh s**t, 2pacalypse is back and strapped Attacking the pacs, I'm kicking the facts for stacks to rap And those that max, relax and let the blacks get jacks I'm getting taxed, my pacs is packed with angry blacks I'm ready to go I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough Getting the hoes [???] Pumping the flow, gangster ho cause the nose knows Check the pose, froze, when you see me close Punks you gonna roast, host, in a cloud of smoke Broke, choked on a rope, and then smoked wrote, crimes that'll bring me bank notes nope, I ain't the type of fella that you use though Kkkkkkicking the funky flava Pumping [??? ???? ????] producers Run for cover when you hear the ba*s drop One verse is all it takes Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come wicked wicked this way comes wicked wicked this way comes wicked wicked this way comes Something wicked this way come
Album: 2Pacalypse Now Song: Crooked a*s ni**a Suddenly I see a ni**a I don't like Got 'em A smoking a*s ni**a robbed me blind I got a tek nine now his smoking a*s is mine I guess I felt sorry for the bastard, he was broke I didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close He caught me on the sneak tip Now the punks in deep s**t Catch him on the streets, bring him to his feet, quick Pa*s the clip, I think I see him coming now f**k the bulls**t, posse deep and lets run him down Gots to be the first one to hit yah when we meet Coming quickly up the street, is the punk a*s police The first one jumped out and said freeze I popped him in his knees and shot him punk please These cops are reminded, and get us as when we rush Now you clear like a bi**h cause you don't know how to hush Now back to the smoke of the robbery I tell you like Latifah, mutha-f**ker give me body One to the chest, another to his f**king dome Now the s**t can rest, yo tell 'em to leave me the f**k alone Two very bloody bodies on the streets A noisey a*s cop and a ni**a that robbed from me Well from me, back up punk, how you figure My fingers on the trigga for you Crooked a*s ni**as Crooked a*s ni**as Criminal Behaviour Suddenly I see a ni**a I don't like
Album: 2Pacalypse Now Song: If My Homie Calls Verse One: Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G Back in the days we played practical jokes on everybody smoked with they locs and the yolks on All through high school, girls by the dozens Sayin we cousins, knowin that we wasn't But like the old saying goes Times goes on, and everybody grows Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways You chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays In many ways we were paid in the old days So far away from the crazies with AK's And though I been around clowning with the Underground I'm still down with my homies from the hometown And if you need, need anything at all I drop it all for y'all, if my homies call Verse Two: It's a shame, you chose the dope game Now you slang cane on the streets with no name It was plain that your aim was mo' cane You got game now you run with no shame I chose rappin tracks to make stacks In fact I travel the map with raps that spray cats But now I don't wanna down my homie No matter how low you go you're not lowly And I, hear that you made a few enemies But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call If you need my a*sistance there'll be no resistance I'll be there in an instant Who am I to judge another brother, only on his cover I'd be no different than the other H-to-the-O-to-the-M-to-the-I-to-the-E I'm down to the E-N-D Cause it's a fall in no time at all I'm down for y'all, when my homies call Word, if my homies call Verse Three: Well it's ninety-one and I'm livin kinda swell now But I hear that you're going through some hell pal But life makin records ain't easy It ain't what I expected it's hectic it's sleazy But I guess that the streets is harder Trying to survive in the life of a young godfather My homies is making it elsewhere Striving, working nine to five with no health care We both had dreams of being great But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shaped It's fate, it wasn't my choice to make To be great, I'm giving it all it takes Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes I gotta take, my place or fall from grace The foolish way, the pace is quick and great Smiling face, to hide the trace of heat But my homie would never do me wrong That's why I wrote this song, if you ever need me it's on No matter who the foe they must fall Us against them all I'm down to brawl if my homies call
Album: 2Pacalypse Now Song: Brenda's Got a Baby Brenda's got a Baby Brenda's got a Baby I hear Brenda's got a baby Well, Brenda's barely got a brain A damn shame Tha girl can hardly spell her name (That's not her problem, that's up ta Brenda's family) Well let me show ya how it affects tha whole community Now Brenda never really knew her moms and her dad was a junky Went in debt to his arms, it's sad Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know Just cause your in tha ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation Do whatever it takes ta resist tha temptation Brenda got herself a boyfriend Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch tha joy end She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she Went out and had a church of kids As long as when tha check came they got first dibs Now Brendas belly is gettin bigger But no one seems ta notice any change in her figure She's 12 years old and she's having a baby In love with tha molester, whos sexed and crazy And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together, whatever He left her and she had tha baby solo, she had it on tha bathroom floor And didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away and what ta keep She wrapped tha baby up and threw him in tha trash heep I guess she thought she'd get away Wouldn't hear tha cries She didn't realize How much tha tha little baby had her eyes Now tha babys in tha trash heep balling Momma can't help her, but it hurts ta hear her calling Brenda wants ta run away Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, tha social workers here everyday Now Brenda's gotta make her own way Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed So now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sell So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell It's payin tha rent, so she really can't complain Prostitute, fair slang, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby Baaaaaaaaby (don't you know she's got a baby) (don't you know she's got a baby) (don't you know she's got a baby) (don't you know she's got a baby) (don't you know she's got a baby) (don't you know she's got a baby)
Album: 2Pacalypse Now Song: Rebel Of The Underground Rebel, rebel, rebel They just can't stand the reign Or the occasional pain Of a man like me who goes against the grain. Sometimes I do it in vain So wit the little ba*s and treble ain't missed a So it's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel. Cold as the devil. Straight from the underground, the rebel alone laughs. They came to see the maniac sychopath. The critics heard of me and the aftermath. I don't give a damn and it shows. A when I do a stage show I wear street clothes. So they all know me: the lyrical lunatic, the maniac MC. I give a shout out to your homies. Maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G. On the streets or on TV, it just don't pay the be a truth tellin MC. They won't be happy till I'm banned. The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man. For point blank in your face, pump up the ba*s, and join the human race. I throw peace to the Bay. Cuz from the jungle to Oaktown, they backin me up all the way. You know ya gotta love the sound. It's from the rebel: the rebel of the underground. He's the rebel: rebel of the underground Now I'm face to face with the devil. Cuz they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto. And police brutality, Put you in a nip and call it technicality. So you reap what you soe. So read the wrath of the rebel jackin em up once more. Now the fox is in the henhouse. Creepin up on your daughter, while you asleep I got her sneakin out. Tupac ain't nuttin nice. I'll be nothin how I wanna and do it when I'm gonna. Now I'm up to no good. The mastermind of mischief movin more than most could. So sit and slip into the sound. Peep the rebel: the rebel of the underground. He's the rebel: rebel of the underground They say they hate me, they wanna hold me down. I guess they scared of the rebel: the rebel of the underground. But I never let it get me. I just make another record 'bout the punks tryin to sweat me. In fact, they tryin to keep me out. Try to censor what I say cuz they don't like what I'm talkin 'bout. So what's wrong with the media today. Got brothers sellin out cuz they greedy to get paid. But me, I'm comin from the soul. And if it don't go gold, my story still get told. And that way they can't stop me. And if it sells a couple of copies, the punks'll try to copy. It's sloppy, don't even try to. I'm a slave to the rythm and I'm about to fly through. Sold yo(ya-yo) to the people in the ghetto. When ya hear the ba*s roll, go ahead and let go. Now everybody wanna gangbang. They talkin street slang, but the punk still can't hang. By makin records bout violence But when it comes to the real, some brothers go silent. It kinda make you wanna think about That ya gotta do some sellin out, just to get your record out. But 2pacalpyse is straight down. So feel the wrath of the rebel: the rebel of the underground.
Album: 2pacalypse Now Song: Part Time Mutha (cutting and scratching) She's a part time a part time part time She's a (part time mutha) A part time A part time part time She's a (part time mutha) Meet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac Now what's that say about, this big epidemic This hypocritical world, and the people in it Now speaking of in it Cindi loved to get buckwild f**k with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles That would be cool, if she was your lover But f**k that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother Welfare checks never stepped through the front door Cuz moms would run to the dopeman once more All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal Now I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel So don't even trip, when I flip, with my thirty-eight Revenge is a bi**h, and my hit shake the murder rate Word to the mutha, I'm touched When moms come by, ni**az hush or get rushed Maybe one day she'll recover But what will it take, to shake, or break My part time mutha I gotta live with a part time A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) I grew up in a home where no-one liked me Moms would hit the pipe, everynight, she would fight me Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest He's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dress Just another pest, and yes I was nervous Blood sensor tests, I just don't deserve this I wanna tell mom, but would she listen She's bound to be bi**hin if she hasn't got a fix in So... now I lay me down to sleep Lord don't let him rape me If he does my soul to keep Don't let the devil take me Can't concentrate I contemplate in my cla*sroom Thinkin how my step dad, raped me in the bathroom Every day I make cla*s, and yet I'm missing periods The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearing it I gotta tell mom, before she sees me I told her how he G'd me, and she didn't believe me Callin me a slut cuz my butt's kinda big so Still that ain't no way to be talkin to your kids though I can't believe the way you call it Gotta believe in him, and dissin her own daughter Time for me to break and find another That's when I discovered The ways of the days of a part time mutha I got a part time A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) Part time A part time A part time mutha She's a (part time mutha) I rush to tend her, talked as I touch her She blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust her I'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cot She's gone, and I'm thinkin that my game's so strong Pat myself on the back and move on Is this just how it is hell no Cuz she came back with the kid and yo I been payin ever since The clothes the food the cars and oh the rent All of my time gets spent at the workplace No time to kiss her got me list in the first place So I do the dishes and clean the floor When I sleep I can't dream anymore Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha And I, change the diapers and clean the s**t The tables are turned I can't take this Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha A part time A part time mutha Now I'm a part time mutha I'm a (part time mutha) A part time A part time Part time Now I'ma (part time mutha) She's a part time A part time mutha He's a part time mutha She's a (part time mutha) A part time A part time A part time Part time mutha A part time A part time mutha Pa-pa-pa-part time Pa-pa-pa-part time...
Album: All Eyez On Me Song: Ambitionz Az a Ridah I won't deny ya I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna f**k with me Got tha police bustin' at me But they can't do nothin' to a 'G' Let's get ready to rumble My Ambitionz az a Ridah My Ambitionz az a Ridah So many battlefield scars While drivin' in plush cars Cause life as a rap star Is nothin' without God Was born ruff and rugged Addressen' tha mad public My attitude was 'f**k it' Cause muthaf**kers love it To be a soulja Must maintain compose at ease Tho' life is complicated Only what you make it to be And my ambitionz az a Ridah Catch her while she's hot and horny Go up inside her Then I spit some game in her ear Go to the tele ho You put what money in a benz ? Cause bi**h i'm barely broke I'm smoking bomb a*s weed feelin' crucial From playa to playa The game's tight Tha feelings mutual From hustlen' them friends To breakin' mothaf**kers to payin' I got no time for these bi**hes Cause these hos tried to play us I'm on a meal ticket Mission Wantin' me So i'm wishin' Comepetition got me rich On that bulls**t they stressin' I'm a ride tho' Clown ho's like it's manditory No guts no glory My ni**a bi**h got tha game started Now it's on and it's on because I said so Can't trust a bi**h in the business So I got with Death Row Now these money hungry bi**hes gettin' suspicious Started ploten and planin' on schemes To come and twist us But thug ni**as be on point and game tight Me, Syke and bulldogs Rapped up tha same night Got problems? Then handle it Muthaf**kers see me These ni**as is jelous Cause deep in they hearts They wanna be me Yeah, now ya got me right beside ya Hopein' ya listenin' I catch ya payin' attention To my Ambitionz az a Ridah I'm a straight ridah, you don't wanna f**k with me My Ambitionz az a Ridah Got tha police bustin' at me, but they can't do nuthin' to a 'G' It was my only wish to rise Above these jelous, coward, muthaf**kers I dispise When it's time to ride I was tha first off this side Give me tha 9 I'm ready to die right here tonight And muthaf**k they like That's what they screaming As they drill me But i'm hard to kill So open fire So you kill me Witness my steel Spittin' at adversaries Envious and after me I'd rather die before they catch me Watch me bleed Mama corrected me I'm suicidal Thinkin' thoughts I'm innocent Their be bullets flyin' when their caught f**k doin' jail time Better day Sacrifice Won't get a chance to do me Like they did my ni**a Ty Thugin' for life And if your right Then ni**a die for it Let them other brothas try At least you tried for it When it's time to die Be a man Pick tha way to leave f**k peace and tha police My Ambitionz az a Ridah I'm a straight ridah, you don't wanna f**k with me My Ambitionz az a Ridah Got tha police bustin' at me, but they can't do nuthin' to a 'G' My murderous lyrics Equipped with spirits of those thugs Them phonies Payoff tha block Evade tha cops Cause I know they comin' for me I been hesitant to reappear Been away for years Now i'm back My adversaries been reduced to tears Question my methods Just wreckin' these Sure as them bi**hes bleed ni**as is feelin' the fire Of mother's corrupted seed Blast me But they didn't finish Didn't diminish My powers So now i'm back to be a mothaf**ken menace They cowards That's why they tried to set me up Had bi**h a*s ni**as on my team So indeed They wet me up But i'm back reincarnated Incarcerated At tha time I caught tha perfect way to God Made laced with lyrics that's legendary Musical mercenary For money I'll have these muthaf**kers buried Getten' much mail in jail ni**as tellen' me to kill it Knowin' when I get out They gonna feel it Witness the realest A who Ridah When I put the s**t inside They'll cry From all your people when they find him Just remind him My history will prove up in it Revenge on those ni**as that played me And all tha cowards that was down with it Now it's your ni**a right beside ya Hopein' your listenin' and catch ya payin' attention To my Ambitionz az a Ridah I'm a straight ridah, you don't wanna f**k with me My Ambitionz az a Ridah Got tha police bustin' at me, but they can't do nuthin' to a 'G' I wont deny ya I'm a straight Ridah You don't wanna f**k with me Got tha police bustin' at me, but they can't do nuthin' to a 'G'
ALBUM All Eyez On Me SONG All About U You probably crooked as the last trick Women like it How I got my a*s caught up with this bad bi**h Thinking I had her but she had me in the long run It's just my luck i'm stuck here f**kin with the wrong one Unwise decisions based on lies we living Skandalous times games like my religion You could be rolling with a thug Instead you with this sweet schrub Looking for some love in every club I see you standing like you want it Well baby if yah got it better flaunt it Let the liquor help you get up on it I'm still tipsy from last night Bumpin' in walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life I try to hollar but you say you taken Sayin' you ain't impressed with the money I'm makin' Guess its true what they telling me Fresh out of jail lights hail from a black celebrity So thats the reason why I call And maybe you with it Fantansies of something can I hit it (Ha Ha) Addicted to the things you do Its still true what I'm saying Boo Cuz this is All About U Every other city we go Every other video Its all about u No matter where I go I see the same hoe I'll make a promise if yah go with me Have you hollar running out before I leave Nobody loves me I'm a thug ni**a I only hang out with the criminals and the drug dealers I love ni**as Be coming from the same place Witness me hollar at a hoochie, see how long the game takes How can I tell her I'm a playa And I don't even care Creep slow breath smokes into the air Everywhere I go, its all about the crooked hoes Waiting for ni**as at the end of every show I just seened yah in my friends video I never put a bi**h before my friends, the way to go Follow the leader and peep the drama I'm going through It's all about U Is you sick from the d**k or is it the flu It ain't about you or your bi**h a*s crew
ALBUM All Eyez On Me SONG How Do U Want It How do you want it How do you feel Comin' up as a ni**a in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane I'm for real Love tha way you agrivate your hips And push your a*s out Gotta ni**a wantin' It's so bad I'm about to pa*s out Wanna dig you And I can't even lie about it Baby just eleviate your cloths Time to fly up out it Catch you at a club Oh s**t, you got me fiendin' Body talken s**t to me But I can't comprehend the meaning Now if ya wanna roll with me Then here's ya chance Doin 80 on tha freeway Wait police, catch me if they can Forgive me i'm a ridah Still i'm just a simple man All I want is money f**k tha fame I'm a simple man Mr. International Playa with tha pa*sport Just like a ladder bi**h Get you anything you ask for It's either him or me Champagne, Hennessy A favorite of my homies When we floss on our enemies Witness as we creep to a low speed Peep what a ho need Puff some more weed Funk, ya don't need Approachin' hochies with a pa*sion Been a long day But i've been drivin' by attraction In a strong way Your body is bangin' Baby I love it when ya flaunt it Time to give it to daddy ni**a Now tell me how you want it... How do you want it How does it feel Comin' up as a ni**a in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane I'm for real Tell me is it cool to f**k? You think I come to talk Am I a fool or what ? Positions on tha floor It's like erotic Ironic Cause i'm somewhat psychotic I'm hitten' switches on bi**hes Like i been fixed with hydraulics Up and down like a roller coaster Come up beside ya I ain't quitin' till tha show is over Cause i'm a ridah In and out just like a robbery I'll probably be a freak And let you get ontop of me Get her rockin' these Nights full of Alazhay A livin' legend You ain't heard about these ni**as played in cali days Deloris Tucker You's a muthaf**ker Instead of tryin' to help a ni**a You destroy a brotha Worst than tha others Bill Clinton Mr. Bob Dole You too old to understand tha way tha game is told Your lame So I gotta hit you with tha high facts Won't someone listen ? Makin' millions ni**as top that They wanna censor me They ratha see me in a cell Livin' in hell With only a few of us to live to tell Now everybody talken about us I could give a f**k I'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss ni**a tell me how you want it..... How do you want it How do you feel Comin' up as a ni**a in tha cash game I'm livin' in tha fast lane I'm for real Raised as a youth Tell truth I got tha scoop on how to get a bulletproof Cause I jump on tha roof Before I was a teenager Mobile phone Skypager Game rules I'm livin' major My advasaries Is lookin' worried They paranoid of getten' buried One of us gonna see tha cemetary My only hope is survive If I wish to stay alive Getten' high See tha demons in my eyes Before I die I wanna live my life and ball Make a couple million And then i'm chillin' Fade'm all These taxs for me crossed up With people tryin' ta sue me Media is in my business And they actin' like they know me But i'ma mash out Peel out I'm murder quick That's with the whip'n f**ken steel out Yeah ni**a, it's some new s**t So better get up on it When ya see me Tell a ni**a how ya want it How do you want it? How do you want it How does it feel Comin' up as a ni**a in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane I'm for real
ALBUM All Eyez On Me SONG 2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted (Snoop) Up out of there (Tupac) Chuckles Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party (Snoop) Pump that up G (Tupac) Ahh s**t, you done f**ked up now Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party You done put two of America's Most wanted in the same Motherf**kin place at the same Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Motherf**kin time, hahahahah Y'all ni**az about to feel this Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Break out the champagne gla*ses And them motherf**kin condoms Have one on us aight? Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my f**kin homey Youse a cold a*s ni**a on them hogs Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome Free Tupac, is all that's on a ni**az mind But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and s**t And put together a million march, for some gangsta s**t So now they got us laced Two multimillionare motherf**kers catchin cases bi**hes get ready for the throwdown, the s**t's about to go down Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown I'm Losin My Religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the grooves missin ni**az be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I got, nuthin but love, for my ni**az livin lavish I got a pit named P, she ni**arino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino And I, think I got a black Beamer But my dream is to own a fly casino Like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal And get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherf**ker Now follow as we ride Motherf**k the rest, two of the best from the West side And I can make you famous ni**az been dying for years, so how could they blame us I live in fear of a felony I never stop bailin these, motherf**kin G's If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Nuthin but a gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Nuthin but a gangsta party It ain't nuthin but a Motherf**kin gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Nuthin but a gangsta party It ain't nuthin but a Motherf**kin gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief Better be prepared when you try to f**k wit me I bust a flea, these ni**az must be crazy what?? There ain't no mercy motherf**kers who can fade the Thugs (hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear Bow down in the presence of a boss player It's like cuz, blood, gangbanging Everybody in the party doing dope slangin You got to have papers in this world You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl Ya doing ya job, every day And then you work so hard till ya hair turn gray Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids They tell me not to roll with my glock So now I gotta throat of rage Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day They wonder how I live, with five shots ni**az is hard to kill, on my block Keep a promise see if you're related Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it No answers to questions, try to get up on it My ni**a Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted
ALBUM All Eyez On Me SONG No More Pain Hey Devante... ni**a, don'tcha' know we're gonna sow up every bi**h in tha country Me and you...up in tha same muthaf**ken room On tha same level...with this s**t here...hahahaha...please ...No more Pain... That's right ni**a And guard that s**t boy My adversaries cry like hoes Fully eradicate my foes My lyrics explode on contact Gamin' you hos Who else, but Mama's only son f**k phony ni**as on the run Say my name, watch bi**hes cum Now fire when ready Stay watchin' Now figure Increase speed Make you muthaf**kas bleed From your mouth quicker Plus all these ni**as that you run with Be on some dumb s**t Trick on the hos I ain't the one bi**h Hollar my name and witness game official It's so sick Have every single bi**h That came with you, on my d**k Plus this alcohol increases the chance To be deceased I'm movin' you stupid bi**hes Vicious telekeniousis Am I reachin your brain ? ni**a How can I explain How vicious this thug muthaf**ka came When I die I wanna be a livin' legend Say my name Affiliated with this mind f**kin' game With no more pain I came to bring the pain Hardcore to the brain Let's go inside, my astroplane Line up my adversaries, blast on sight And f**k your boyfriend bi**h, I want some a*s tonight You know my stilo Alazhay and chrystal, weed Sure you've heard of all the Freaky s**t they say about me Plus all you Bustas is jealous Pull your gun out and blast I dare you ni**as to open fire I'll murder that a*s And disappear before the cops come runnin' My glocks spittin' rounds ni**as fallin' down clutchin' their stomach It's west side, death row Thug ni**as on the rise Plus they shot my five times Real ni**as don't die ! Can ya hear me ? Laced with this game I know you fear me Speak and seek what you want So cowards fear me My only fear of death Is reincarnation Heart of a solider With a brain to teach your whole nation And feelin' no more pain I came to bring the pain Hardcore to the brain Let's go inside, my astroplane Bury me, that's what they all say It's time to make a killin' Sure to make a million with Devante bi**h I know you want me What your mouth say ? Now, watch your eyez You don't wanna get with me That's a lie I got my hands on your hips No time to bulls**t Freaky bi**h, come give me kiss Tell ni**as from other areas Brothas from here So obsessed with this money makin' There's nothin' we fear Now they label me a trouble-maker Cuz, I'm a ridah Death to you playa-haters Don't let my find ya Mama made me rugged Baptised the public Now you hard thugs, ni**a don't you love it It's similar to multiple gunshots Retaliation is a must Wasn't to sure what you facin' So watch the guns bust You ni**as will bleed f**kin' with me You'll be deceased Never restin' in peace ni**a With no more pain I came to bring the pain Hardcore to the brain Let's go inside, my astroplane
ALBUM All Eyez On Me SONG All Eyez On Me Big Syke, Noop, Payne, Bogard, Big Serv Y'all know how this s**t go (you know) All Eyez On Me Muthaf**ka, Legit Roll up in the club and s**t All Eyez On Me All Eyez On Me But you know what I bet you got it twisted You don't know who to trust So many playa hating ni**as trying to sound like us Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they know it Straight to the depths of hell is were those cowards goin' Well are you still down ni**a, Holla when you see me And let these devils be sorry, but they finally freed me I got a cariban of ni**as, every time we ride (every time we ride) Hitting mutha-f**kas up when we pa*s by (when we pa*s by) Until I die Live the life of a Boss playa, cuz even when I'm high f**k with me and get crossed later, the futures in my eyez Cuz all I want is cash and thangs, A five double 0 Benz and flaunting flashy rings Uhh bi**hes pursue me like a dream, Been know to disappear before your eyez, just like a dope fiend, it seems My main thang was to be major paid The game sharper than a mutha-f**kin razor blade Say money bring bi**hes, bi**hes bring lies One ni**as getting jealous, and muthaf**kas died Depend on me like the first and fifteenth They my homies for a second, but these punks won't get me We got four ni**as, and low riders, and ski masks Screaming Thug Life every time they pa*s All Eyez on Me Live my life as a Thug ni**a Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high All Eyez on me Live my life as a Thug ni**a Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high Hey, to my ni**a Pac So much trouble in the world, ni**a Can't nobody feel your pain The world changing everyday Times moving faaast My girl said I need to raise up, how long will she last? I'm caught between my women, and my pistol, and my chips Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as we dip I'm lost in the land, with no plan, living life flawless Crime Boss, contraband, let me toss this Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve I'm taking off on the curb The nervousness neglect make me pack a tek Devoted to serving this, Moet and paaayyy checks Like a kite sailin' ni**a I'm forever Ballin' It ain't right, pair this ice triggas and fleas crawlin' Sucka duck and get busted, no emotion Nine and four s**t is handling my business ni**a keep on coastin' Where yah goin' I been there came back as lonely homie Steady flaunting against the grain ni**a still don't know me It's about the money, and the rap s**t, this crap s**t It ain't funny ni**as don't even know how to act s**t What can I do, what can I say, is there another way ? Blunts and Gin twenty-four parlay My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free ni**as can't stand me All Eyez on Me Live my life as a Thug ni**a Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high All Eyez on me Live my life as a Thug ni**a Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high The feds is watchin', ni**as plottin' to get me Will I survive, will I die, come on lets picture the possibilities Giving me charges, lawyers making a grip I told the judge I was raised wrong and thats why I blaze s**t Was hyper as a kid, alone, as a teenager, on the mobile Calling big shots on the scene major Packing hundreds in my drawers, f**k the law bi**hes I f**k with a pa*sion, livin' rough and raw Catchin' cases at a fast rate, balllin' in the fast lane Hustle 'til the morning, never stopped until the cash came I live my life as a Thug ni**a Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa Cuz we be getting high These ni**as got me tossin' s**t I put the top down now its time to floss my s**t Keep your head up ni**a, make these muthaf**kas suffer Up in the Benz burning rubber The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped Cuz the criminal lifestyle equipped with the bulletproof vest Make sure your eyes is on the Meal ticket Get your money muthaf**ka Lets get rich and we'll kick it All eyez on Me Live my life as a Thug ni**a Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high All Eyez on me Live my life as a Thug ni**a Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high All eyez on me Pay attention my ni**as See how that s**t go Gonna walk up in this muthaf**ka And its gonna be like "bing" Cowards Live my life as a Thug ni**a Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (bi**hes) Cuz we be getting high Every mutha f**kin' way I got a bustas, hoes, and police watching a ni**a You know Live my life as a Thug ni**a Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) All Eyez on me Its like, what they think I'm walking around With some keys in my pocket or something All Eyez on me They think I'm going back to jail They really on that dope Live my life as a Thug ni**a Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all watching) (I know y'all got me in the scopes) Live my life as a Thug ni**a Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all know this is Thug Life Baabbby) We be getting high (Y'all got me under surveillance) All eyez on me But I'm known
ALBUM All Eyez On Me SONG Picture Me Rollin' Yeah, clear enough for ya Why ni**as look mad y'all supposed to be happy I'm free Y'all look like you wanted me to stay in jail Old busters Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz I got no love for these ni**as There's no need to be friends They got me under survailance That's what somebody be tellin' me Known as don't be insulted but I ain't the one tellin' Don't want to be another number I got a f**kin' gang of weed to keep from goin under The fedarones wanna see me dead ni**as put prices on my head Now I got 2 rottweillers by me bed I feed em lead Now on release How will I live Will God forgive me for all the dirt a ni**a did To feed kids One life to live It's so hard to be positive When ni**as shootin at your crib Mama, I'm still thuggin' The world is a war zone My homies is inmates And most of them dead grown Full grown, finally a man Just sceamin on ways to put some green inside the palms Of my empty hands Just picture me rollin' Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen My dreams is scensored My hopes are gone I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone My nerves is wrecked Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin Picture me rollin' Can you see me now Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture Can you see it Pictue me rollin' Yeah ni**a Eh, but picture how my ni**a Sak duke do it Guess who's back I got keys comin from overseas Cost a ni**a 200 G's I'm a street comando Nino for example This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle So I got to floss cuz I'm rollin like a boss playa Thug granted to be a women layer So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin Make me wanna start bank bangin So I'm caught up in the game Let's go change Packin 40 glocks Contain or rearrange All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies While I'm sippin on green leaves In front of black lexuses, chevies on the roam 96 big bodies sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone Stone facing is on Looking at mine but don't look too long I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin It's hard to imagine Picture me rollin' I gots to get the f**k up in Goin to lay a caper Cuz a ni**a straight sufferin from lack of havin paper My bi**h fin to have a bastard, see So I need to hit a lick, drasticall I see some bald head a*s ni**as and they slippin in my spot And, uh, diggin in the pots Check in the park, Pac We caught em sleepin We didn't think you ni**as creepin This how we do it every weekend And I dump for madness It's time to count the profit CPO, we got the bomb spot ni**a, time to clock it I get the liquor and you could get the females This crooked s**t can reinflict and get the street sales Move smooth as a mother f**ker, me and my 9 I'm cool as a mother f**ker, I'm a get mine Now we satisfied Got the pockets on swollen Boss hog and this Pac ni**a Picture us rollin' Heh, heh, heh Y'all ready for me Picture me rollin roll call You know there's some mother f**kers out there I just could not forget about I wanna make sure they can see me Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Faciluties All you bi**h a*ses Can you ni**as see me from there Ballin on all y'all punk a*s Heh, ha ha Picture me rollin, baby Yeah, all you ni**as up in them cell blocks I told yall ni**as when I come home it's on That's right ni**a, picture me rollin' Oh, I forgot....the DA (district attorney) Yeah, that bi**h had alot to talk about in court Can the ho see me from here Can you see me, ho Picture me rollin' And all you punk police, can you see me Am I clear to you Picture me rollin' ni**a, legit Free like OJ all day You can't stop me You know I got my ni**as up in this mother f**ker Noope, ?, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme Can you picture us rollin' Can you see me ho Is y'all ready for me We up out this bi**h Any time y'all wanna see me again Rewind this track right here, close your eyes And picture me rollin'
ALBUM All Eyez On Me SONG When We Ride Outlaw Immortals Bow down to something greater than yourself, trick Individual capable of enormous amounts of chimp checks and nine swoles Yeah, you know You watchin but you ain't seein. Realize before, you beaatch Picture, if you will, seven deadly human beings Blessed with the gift to speak The power to reach each ni**a on every street May the heavenly father look down and be proud of What transpires since the day of seeds you planted The G grew but we knew you'd rather quit Smoked out, locced out. All into s**t Just me and my dogs livin like hogs Outlaw Immortals. What we followed was the story, What proceded was the clue That I was standin in the picture Don't f**k around and make s**t My adversaries crumble When we rumble, it's a catastrophy I put revenge on ni**as, bi**hes that blasted me Plus my alias is Makaveli A loaded .257 with hollow points to a ni**a belly Bust him to see if he bleed He should of never f**ked around with a sick a*s ni**a like me They call my name out and ni**as run Be prepared for the Outlaws Here we come They call me Hussein fader It's a two game table I'm robbin ya ni**as cradle with a knife in your naval Rat related Criminaly activated and evil I wouldn't want to be you Behind my f**kin Desert Eagle till the end I'm tellin all friends and enemies You see what I got to make you freeze To touch me, you need utilities Complete most, wanted on the streets of the east coast Young guns fire and ni**as leave See Mo (Mopreme) I be shinin like white diamonds and crystals Glistenin and holdin pistols The mission's simple Fold up and roll up Dead presidential's all over potential Look here, billion dollar baller presents you Sorta, oughta call on a ni**a I'll be sure to get you Get cash, yo Fast, yo From my Castro. Blast And I'm a last, yo Past all these gla*s jaws and a*sholes that claim That they be runnin thangs I'll be gunnin those same ni**as runnin late My alias is mother f**kin Napoleon And I'd rather be robbin the game These mother f**kers leave me sufferin But it ain't nothin I got no time for no bluffin Before a ni**a finish put in the work, I'll put a end to himself I think these ni**as got the game f**ked up If they don't believe a young ni**a like me would bust (BOOYAA) Perhaps it's a must I'm facin cases f**k probation That's what I'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin Thug ni**a till we die No mercy on these playa hatin bi**hes Ask me why When we ride It's the imperial serial killer Alias: Mussilini Mentally unstabled: your status So you can't see me. Drug warlord Ridin concord jets, rag vests, shakin bi**hes and snitches, And trippin on sets Eagle watch banger, keepin one in the chamber For the anger that I buildt inside When it's time to ride Suicidal thoughts lurking no end f**k Idy, my alias is Mussilini They call me Idy From the southern city Young ni**a greedy, so I'm runnin up on these ni**as easy It ain't nuttin, cuz if they want somethin So I'm a comense to dumpin Spark the L up cuz my beat is bumpin Thuggin till my f**kin last hour With little Po (Napoleon) and Castro Who you though was on that a*shole Don't ask, though Outlaw Immortals doin this on these windows Stay high when we ride My alias: Kadofy Trump tight So fast, can't copy 6 milion copies Quick to hit your bi**h if she drop me Severly addicted to livin like a f**kin felon My people would look To the cookie rocks a ni**a sellin See, so, shorty I've been livin like defiant Nickel plated chrome Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant And I ain't lyin It's like it's me against myself With all these back stabbers snakes grabbin at my f**kin wealth Mad man killa The bottom of the river is where a body lays and shivers I'm that ni**a wit a 50 couch Wit the murderous stats that increase By these mother f**kers wit beef It's been a long road Alot of episodes And as the glock loads, I gotta teach hoes Reach hoes Make em feel a ni**a wit a mission Now I'm surpa*sin any a*sasin Outlaw Immortals, baby Y'all ni**as can't fade this ol' crazy s**t Makaveli Hussein Castro Kadofy Mussilini Ahmeed Napoleon Homai What y'all ni**as really wanna do Like them ni**as said - What would you do? Thug life, baby Flashin these ni**as - Thug Life This year we Thug Life but we Outlaw Immortals We die, ni**a, but we multiply We legends I'll make you famous mother f**ker I'm talkin about Time Magazine, Newsweek and all that other good s**t My ni**as make the paper, baby My ni**as make the front page Multiple gunshots
