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| 2Pacalypse Now | |
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| Souljah�s Story | |
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[Tupac Talking]
They cuttin off welfare Think they crime is risin' now You got whites killin blacks Cops killin blacks And blacks killin blacks Shit just gonna get worse They just gonna become souljahs Straight souljahs Chorus All you wanted ta be, a souljah, a souljah All you wanted ta be, a souljah, like me All you wanted ta be, a souljah, a souljah All you wanted ta be, a souljah, like me All you wanted ta be, a souljah, a souljah All you wanted ta be, a souljah, a souljah All you wanted ta be, a souljah, a souljah All you wanted ta be, a souljah, like me Crack done took apart of our family tree My momma's on tha shit, moms steady blaming me Is it my fault, just cause I�m a young black male Cops 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 ass 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 Uzi and a black mask Drop tha fuckin task, now who's tha jack ass Keep my shit cocked, cause tha cops got a glock too What tha fuck 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 niggas 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 ass Coolin in tha pen, where tha goods kept Now my little brother wants ta follow in my footsteps A souljah Chorus All you wanted ta be, a souljah, a souljah All you wanted ta be, a souljah, like me All you wanted ta be, a souljah, a souljah All you wanted ta be, a souljah, like me All you wanted ta be, a souljah, a souljah All you wanted ta be, a souljah, like me All you wanted ta be, a souljah, a souljah All you wanted ta be, a souljah, like me Buck, buck, pigs get fucked, 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, nigga gets hectic Here's tha anorexic, 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 shit Niggas don't wanna try me, brotha you'll get shot down Now I�m Kickin 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 shit up quick And when I hit, be prepared ta jet Niggas 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 wearin double vest, so aim at my fuckin chest I'll be makin' straight dome calls Touch tha button on tha wall, you'll be packin up your own balls I can still hear my mother shout, hit tha pig nigga Break your bigga brother out I got a message for tha warden I'm comin' for ya ass, as fast as Flash Gordon We get surrounded in tha mess hall, yes ya'll A crazy mother-fucka 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 walkin 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 souljah, a souljah All you wanted ta be, a souljah, like me All you wanted ta be, a souljah, a souljah All you wanted ta be, a souljah, like me All you wanted ta be, a souljah, a souljah All you wanted ta be, a souljah, a souljah All you wanted ta be, a souljah, a souljah All you wanted ta be, a souljah, like me Straight souljah, 1993, all of it. |
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| Brenda's Got a Baby | |
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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 our 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 Brenda�s 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, who�s sexin 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 heap I guess she thought she'd get away Wouldn't hear tha cries She didn't realize How much tha little baby had her eyes Now tha baby�s in tha trash heap 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 Baaaby (6x) (Don�t you know she's got a baby)? |
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| Me Against The World | |
| Me Against The World | |
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It's just me against tha World
Ooohhhhh Ooohhhhh Just me against tha world baby Ooohhhhh Ooohhhhh I got nothin' ta lose It�s just me against tha world Ooohhhhh 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 stopin me Constantly movin while makin 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 Hardheaded bastard Maybe he'll listen in his casket Tha aftermath More bodies being buried I�m loosin my homies in a hurry They�re relocating to tha cemetery 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 Ooohhhhh yeah I got nothin' ta lose It's just me against tha world baby I got nothin' ta lose [Dramacydl�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 daemons 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 villain of young thugs Everyday is more death Plus I�m more rollin I�m seein more beatins For me To proceed with fear Scheme on scheming And 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 clack up Try makin' fat cuts But yo it ain't workin And evils lurkin I can see him smirkin When I gets tha bourbon So what Go put some work in And make my mail Makin� sells Riskin 25 with a 'L' But oh well Chorus Me against tha World With nothin' ta lose It�s just me against tha world Ooohhhhh It's just me against tha World baby Me against tha world I got nothin' ta lose It's just me against tha World Heeaaay 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 Heeaaay [Tupac's verse] With all this extra stressin' Tha question I wonder is after death I feel my last breath When will I finally get to rest from this suppression? They punish tha people that's askin questions And those that possess Steal from tha ones without possessions Tha message I stress To make it stop Study your lessons Don�t settle for less Even tha genius asks questions Be grateful for blessings Don�t ever change Keep your essence 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 riches In a position of makin' a difference Politicians and hypocrites 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 Ooohhhhh I�m outshining [???] tha news It's just me against tha world baby Ha ha ha Me against tha World That�s right... I know it seem hard sometimes, 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... |
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| Dear Mama | |
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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 reminisce on the stress I caused It was hell Huggin on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary? Heeaaay! 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) 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 passed 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 ya 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 reminisce, 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) |
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| All Eyes On Me-Book 1 | |
| Ambitionz Az A Ridah | |
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I won't deny ya,
I'm a straight ridah, You don't wanna fuck with me� Got tha police bustin' at me� But they can't do nothin' to a 'G'� (Let�s get ready to rumble�) (2x) I won't deny ya, I'm a straight ridah, You don't wanna fuck with me� Got tha police bustin' at me� But they can't do nothin' to a 'G'� (2x) My ambitionz az a (ridah� +fade 5x) So many battlefield scars, While drivin' in plush cars, Cause life as a rap star, Is nothin' without god? Was born ruff and rugged, Addressin' tha mad public, My attitude was 'fuck it', Cause mutha-fuckers love it. To be a souljah? Must maintain composure 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 bitch i'm barely broke, I'm smoking bomb ass weed feelin' crucial, From playa to playa, The game's tight, Tha feelings mutual, From hustlin' them friends, To breakin' motha-fuckers to payin', I got no time for these bitches, Cause these hoes tried to play us, I'm on a meal ticket, Mission, Wantin' me, So i'm wishin', Competition got me rich, On that bullshit they stressin', I'm a ride tho', Clown hoe's like it's mandatory, No guts no glory, My nigga, Bitch got tha game restarted, Now it's on, and it's on because I said so, Can't trust a bitch in the business, So I got with Death Row, Now these money hungry bitches gettin' suspicious, Started plotin and planin' on schemes, To come and twist us, But thug niggas be on point and game tight, Me, Syke and Bulldogs, Rapped up tha same night, Got problems?, Then handle it, Mutha-fuckers see me, These niggas is jealous, 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 won't deny ya, I'm a straight ridah, You don't wanna fuck with me� Got tha police bustin' at me� But they can't do nothin' to a 'G'� It was my only wish to rise, Above these jealous, coward, mutha-fuckers I despise, 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 mutha-fuck 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 innocence, Their be bullets flyin' when their caught, Fuck doin' jail time, Better day, Sacrifice, Won't get a chance to do me, Like they did my nigga Ty, Thugin' for life, And if you�re right, Then nigga die for it, Let them other brothaz try, At least you tried for it, When it's time to die, Be a man, Pick tha way to leave, Fuck peace and tha police, My ambitionz az a ridah� I won't deny ya, I'm a straight ridah, You don't wanna fuck with me� Got tha police bustin' at me� But they can't do nothin' 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 bitches bleed, Niggas 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 motha-fuckin menace, They cowards, That's why they tried to set me up, Had bitch ass niggas on my team, So indeed they set 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 mutha-fuckers buried, Getten' much mail in jail, Niggas tellin' me to kill it, Knowin' when I get out, They gonna feel it, Witness the realest, A who ridah, When I put the shit 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 niggas that played me, And all tha cowards that was down with it, Now it's your nigga right beside ya, Hopein' your listenin' and catch ya payin' attention, To my ambitionz az a ridah� (3x) I won't deny ya, I'm a straight ridah, You don't wanna fuck with me� Got tha police bustin' at me� But they can't do nothin' to a 'G'� |
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| All About U | |
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You probably crooked as the last trick,
Women like it how i got my ass caught up with this bad bitch, Thinking i had her, but she had me in the long run, It's just my luck, i�m stuck here fuckin with the wrong one, Unwise decisions, based on lies we living, Scandalous times, games like my religion, You could be rolling with a thug, Instead you with this sweet scrub, 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 that�s the reason why i call, And maybe you with it, Fantasies 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, (it�s 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 nigga, I only hang out with the criminals, and the drug dealers, I love niggaz, 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 it�s all about the crooked hoes Waiting for niggas at the end of every show I just seen yah in my friend�s video I never put a bitch 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 dick or is it the flu It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew |
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| Skandalouz | |
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(Tupac) Hey Nate you know you gots to focus on this mutha-fucka.
(Tupac) We gonna talk about these Skandalouz hoes. (Nate) I can talk about Skandalouz bitches. (Tupac) I know you can, I know. (Tupac) Thats why we gonna do this. (Tupac) Daz on the beat. (Tupac) Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin' around on the piano. (Tupac) Nigga just drop this shit, like uhh, this here. (Tupac) I meet you through my homie, Now you act like you don't know me. So disappointed cuz baby that shit was so phony. It's not phony; you see no lovin� from my closest homies. Woulda paid you no mind but baby you was all up on me. While you proceed with precision. You had them taping hoes. No, I ain't mad at you baby. Go ahead an play them fools. They choose no to listen. So now he stuck inside his house. And can't leave without his bitch permission. My mission is to be a playa. My alias is �Boss�. Drop the top on these jealous niggas. Playa let me floss. Y'all don't wanna see me in pain. I'll leave that ass like Toni Braxton, "Never breathing again". It's Skandalouz. I never liked your back stabbing ass, trick. Yous tha watchin' money who you baggin' bitch. Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust. Cuz bitches live so Skandalouz. (2x) Skandalouz� (She so Skandalouz) (2x) She so Skandalouz� (She so Skandalouz) (2x) How's it hangin'? Cuz baby, from the back the shit is bangin'. I'll be stressing in this ghetto game. Trying to do my thang. Won't be no bullshit, no ass kissing. Cuz bitch, I�ll have you waking up. With all your cash missing, I'm askin'. As if I'm qualified, to analyze. You looking at a bitch that specialize in telling lies. She got a body make a mutha-fucka fantasize. Her face ain't never shed a tear through her Skandalouz eyes. Blushin�, pressuring 'n popin'. Plus I knew she was a freak bitch. So why should it bother me. I've finally been sprung. Addicted to the heat of her tongue. Although, I don't know where she going she�s making me cum. I've been trained as a Boss Playa. So what ya staying, let me, sure you got some hookers we can toss later. Before I let her get me I got up . Went into her purse and took a hundred dollars. Nigga, I'm so Skandalouz� (2x) Skandalouz� (She so Skandalouz) (2x) She so Skandalouz� (She so Skandalouz) (2x) Dangerous and Ambitious while scheming on gettin' riches. I'm spitting at tricks, cuz I'm addicted to pretty bitches. Currency motivated, not easily terminated. Now that we mad it, my niggas can never be faded. This is my prophecy, I gotta be paid. All you cowards that try to stop me, is begging for early graves. I thought we was cool, I was a fool. Thinkin' you could be true, when I don't fuck with your punk crew. These are the tales of my niggas doing time in tha cell. I went from hell, to living well. Busting at niggas who said my name in vain. I got no time for them tricks. I'm Heavy in the Game. I wanna be a baller please. But the bitches and the liquor keep on callin' me. I'm totein' free on the highway. Formulating plans, I can't wait till I see L.A. Skandalouz� (She so Skandalouz) (2x) She so Skandalouz� (She so Skandalouz) (2x) |
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| Got My Mind Made Up | |
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You find an MC like me who's strong
Leavin mother-fucker's aborted, with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I get deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star Finally realizing who the fuck we are When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded Would it be the greatest MC of all time? When I created rhyme for the simple fact When I attack I crush your pride My intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar For me to put down my guard I'm faced with it, I'm a ride Breakin in gas with the six-eight all day In and out with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies... So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin We must be based on nothin better than communication Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stations Sorry I left that ass waitin No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shakin I'm bustin and makin mother-fuckers panic Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt You swear the bitch was planted My lyrics motivate the planet It's similar to Rhythm Nation But thugged out, forgive me Janet Who's in control I'm activatin yo souls You know, the way the games get controlled Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote Takin off my coat, clearing my throat I got my mind made up, come on...(come on) Get in get in too (get on it) Let it ride (get wit it) tonight's tha night I got my mind made up, come on... Get in get in too Let it ride... tonight's tha night Well I comes through with two packs Of the bomb prophalaks for protection So my fuckin sac won't collapse Cause nowadays, shit's evading the x-rays Sending young mother-fuckers to an early grave I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's Shows my heart's as cold as the tundra Electrifying like thunder, I'm just too much Rough and raw with that mother-fuckin poisonous touch I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin I use my mental to assassinate assassins for those askin Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villain Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin Why is that? Cuz smilin faces deceive You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe Ya whole camp's under siege, and I'm Jason Voorhees In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes My verbal snipe, your vocab on site I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator I rock from here to there, to Philly and back To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat Fuck you losers; while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers Like Hitler, stickin up (Jews) wit German (lugers) The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gunpowder and my musket -- blaooow!! Melons get swellings; I paint mental pictures like Magellan Half of my Clan's three deep felons Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel Man I stay on point like icicles Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical All up in your mother-fuckin mouth Head banger boogie Catch me on tour with Al Doogie Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me Better take one and pass or that's that ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian roulette and have a blast Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards Let's face it, there's no replacement Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted I got connects like Federal Express To get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch Got the clear spot from tha rear block To bust till every nigga here drop, men I fear not Hold ya nose and blow out till ya ears pop Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot With, this underground cannabis I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst Then proceeds like keys My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's Lick off a shot and hit ya FAM by mistake So I erase the whole front row at the wake I planned my escape in case Jake or a snake bust it I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place Confidence for you shaky ass folks Pump for Rockefeller for the day he got smoked Choke; off this anecdote got you ope Get roast, by my lyrical Billy Dee .45 Colt And I'm out for nine nickel (INS tha rebels) (West, list this, this, this...) |
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| How Do U Want It | |
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(2x)
How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game. Livin' in tha fast lane. I'm for real. Love tha way you aggravate your hips, And push your ass out. Gotta nigga wantin' It's so bad, I'm about to pass out. Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it. Baby, just elevate your cloths, time to fly up out it. Catch you at a club, oh shit, you got me fiendin'. Body talken shit 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, police catch me if u can. Forgive me I�m a ridah, still I�m just a simple man. All I want is money, fuck tha fame, I'm a simple man. Mr. International, playa with tha passport. Just like a ladder bitch, 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' hoochies with a passion, 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 nigga, Now tell me how you want it... (2x) How do you want it? How does it feel? Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game, Livin' in tha fast lane, I'm for real� Tell me is it cool to fuck? 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 hittin' switches on bitches, 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 on top of me. Get her rockin' these. Nights full of Alazhay, A livin' legend, You ain't heard about these niggas played in Cali days. Deloris Tucker, You's a mutha-fucker! Instead of tryin' to help a nigga, You destroy a brotha, Worst than tha others. Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole, You too old to understand tha way tha game is told. You�re lame, so I gotta hit you with tha high facts. Won't someone listen? Makin' millions, Niggaz 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 couldn�t give a fuck! I'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss. Nigga tell me how you want it... (2x) How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin' up as a nigga 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 from tha roof, Before I was a teenager. Mobile phone, Skypager, game rules, I'm livin' major. My adversaries, is lookin' worried? They paranoid of getten' buried. One of us gonna see tha cemetery. 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 taxes got 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 murder quick. That's whipin motha-fuckin steel out. Yeah nigga, it's some new shit. So better get up on it, When ya see me. Tell a nigga how ya want it� How do you want it? (7x +fade) How do you want it? How does it feel? Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game, Livin' in tha fast lane, I'm for real� |
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| 2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted | |
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(Snoop) Up out of there.
(Tupac) [Chuckles] (Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party!) (Tupac) Light that up, shit why you actin� like that. (Tupac) Ahh shit, you done fucked up now. (Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party!) (Tupac) You done put two of America's most wanted, In the same motha-fuckin place, At the same mother-fuckin time. ha ha ha (Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party) (Tupac) Y'all niggaz about to feel this. (Tupac) Break out the champagne glasses, (Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party) (Tupac) And them mother-fuckin condoms. (Tupac) Have one on us aight?. (Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party) (Tupac) 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 fuckin homey. Yous a cold ass nigga on them hogs. (Snoop) 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 niggaz mind. But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine. So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit. And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit. (Tupac) So now they got us laced Two multimillionaire mother-fuckers catchin cases Bitches get ready for the throw down, the shit's about to go down Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown I'm loosen my religion; I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the grooves missin Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish (Snoop) I got a pit named P, she niggarino 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 mother-fucker (Tupac) Now follow as we ride Mother-fuck the rest, two of the best from the West side And I can make you famous Niggaz been dying for years, so how could they blame us I live in fear of a felony I never stop bailin these, mother-fuckin G's If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted (2x) (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 Mother-fuckin gangsta party (Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party) Nuthin but a gangsta party It ain't nuthin but a Mother-fuckin gangsta party (Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party) (Tupac) 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 cowards fuck wit me I bust a flea, these niggaz must be crazy what? There ain't no mercy mother-fuckers who can fade the Thugs (Ha ha ha right) You thought it was but it wasn't now disappear Bow down in the presence of a boss player (Snoop) 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 swirl 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 (Tupac) 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 Niggaz 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 nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted (3x) (Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party) Nuthin but a gangsta party It ain't nuthin but a Mother-fuckin gangster party (9x) (Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party) Nuthin but a gangsta party It ain't nuthin but a Mother-fuckin gangster party |
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| No More Pain | |
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(Tupac Talking)
Hey Devante... Nigga don'tcha' know we're gonna sow up every bitch in tha country� Me and you... Up in tha same mutha-fuckin room� On tha same level... With this shit here... Ha ha ha ha ha... Please... No more Pain... He he... That's right nigga� Hey drop that shit dogg� My adversaries cry like hoes Fully eradicate my foes My lyrics explode on contact Gamin' you hoes Who else, but Mama's only son Fuck the phony niggas I�m the one Say my name, watch bitches cum Now fire when ready Stay watchin' Now figure Increase speed Make you mutha-fuckas bleed From your mouth quicker Plus all these niggas that you run with Be on some dumb shit Trick on the hoes I ain't the one bitch Hollar my name and witness game official It's so sick Have every single bitch That came with you, on my dick Plus this alcohol increases the chance To be deceased I'm movin' you stupid bitches Vicious telekeniousis Am I reachin your brain? Nigga How can I explain? How vicious this thug mutha-fucka came When I die I wanna be a livin' legend Say my name Affiliated with this mind fuckin' 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 fuck your boyfriend Bitch, I want some ass tonight You know my stilo Alazhay and Chrystal, weed Sure you've heard of all the Freaky shit they say about me Plus all you Bustas is jealous Pull your gun out and blast I dare you niggas to open fire I'll murder that ass And disappear before the cops come runnin' My glocks spittin' rounds Niggas fallin' down clutchin' their stomach It's west side, death row Thug niggas on the rise Plus they shot my five times Real niggas 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 Bitch 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 bullshit Freaky bitch, come give me kiss Tell niggas 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, nigga 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 niggaz will bleed Fuckin� with me You'll be deceased Never restin' in peace nigga With no more pain I came to bring the pain Hardcore to the brain Let's go inside, my astroplane |
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| Heartz Of Men | |
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Ay, Suge what I tell you nigga,
When I come out of jail what was I gonna do I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, nigga The binoculars Ha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride Grab your bulletproof vest nigga Cause its gonna be a long one Now me and Quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side The real side Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real mutha-fuckas And there's gonna be some pussys Now the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches The pussys are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin' Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride get tricky See you got some niggas on your side That say they're your friends But in real life they your enemies And then you got some mutha-fuckas that say they your enemies But in real life they eyes is on your money See the enemies will say they true But in real life those niggas will be the snitches Its a dirty game y'all Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with Cause the shit get wild y'all Keep your mind on your riches, Baby Keep your mind on your riches 9-1-1 it�s a emergency cowards tried to murder me From hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me Shit I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed Nothing more I despise than a liar Cowards die My mama told me when I was to see Just a vicious mutha fucker while these devils left me free I proceed to make them shiver When I deliver Criminal lyrics From a world wide mob figure Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli Niggas is waiting for some thug shit, thats what they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw Switching up on you ordinary bitches Like a south-paw you get let And every breath I breathe until the moment I'm deceased Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G' I rip the crowd, then I start again Internally I live in sin Until the moment that they let me breathe again The heartz of men The Heartz of Men My lyrical verse with so much pain That to some niggas it hurts My guns bust And if you ain't one of us It gets worse Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll In fly mode I'm a homicidal outlaw And five-o, get your lights on, fight long Tonight�s gonna be a fuckin' fight So we might roll My own homies say I'm heartless But I'm a 'G' to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardless Drive-by, niggas bow down Thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now Throw up your hands if you thugged out First nigga act up First nigga gettin' drugged out I can be a villain if ya let me I'll Mutha-fucka If ya do upset me Tell the cops to come and get me Rip the crowd like a phone number Then start again, don't have no mutha-fuckin' friends nigga Look inside the heartz of men In The Heartz of Men In The Heartz of Men To all my niggas engaged in making money in the fifty states Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch No longer living in fear My pistol close in hand Convinced this is my year Like I'm the chosen man Give me my money and label me as a god If niggas is having problems Smoke'em, fire and bomb I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack Thugin' is in my spirit I'm lost and not knowing Scar'd up But still flowing Energized and still going Uhh, can it be fate That makes a sick mutha-fucka break On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake What will it take? Give me that bass line I'm feeling bombed Deathrow baby, don't be alarmed The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again Represent Cause I've been sent The heartz of men | |
| Life Goes On | |
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How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G' Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death My niggas, we tha last ones left But life goes on... As I bail through tha empty halls Breath stinkin' In my draws Ring, ring, ring Quiet y'all Incoming call Plus this my homie from high school He's getting bye It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry Life as a baller Alcohol and booty calls We usta do them as adolescents Do you recall? Raised as G's Loc'ed out and blazed the weed Get on tha roof Let's get smoked out And blaze with me 2 in tha morning And we still high assed out Screamin' 'thug till I die' Before I passed out But now that you�re gone I'm in tha zone Thinkin' 'I don't wanna die all alone' But now ya gone And all I got left are stinkin' memories I love them niggas to death I'm drinkin' Hennessy While tryin' ta make it last I drank a 5th for that ass When you passed.... Cause life goes on Yeah nigga I got tha word as hell Ya blew trial and tha judge gave you 25 with an L Time to prepare to do fed time Won't see parole Imagine life as a convict That's getten' old Plus with tha drama We're lookin out for your baby�s mama Taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her... Life in tha hood... Is all good for nobody Remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties Me and you No true a two While scheming on hits And gettin tricks That maybe we can slide into But now you burried Rest nigga Cause I ain't worried Eyes bluried Sayin' goodbye at the cemetery Tho' memories fade I got your name tatted on my arm So we both ball till' my dying days Before I say goodbye Kato, we're meant to rest in peace Thug till I die Bury me smilin' With G's in my pocket Have a party at my funeral Let every rapper rock it Let tha hoes that I usta know From way before Kiss me from my head to my toe Give me a paper and a pen So I can write about my life of sin A couple bottles of Gin Incase I don't get in Tell all my people I�m a Ridah Nobody cries when we die We outlaws Let me ride Until I get free I live my life in tha fast lane Got police chasin me To my niggas from old blocks From old crews Niggas that guided me through Back in tha old school Pour out some liquor Have a toast for tha homies See we both gotta die But ya chose to go before me And brothas miss ya while your gone You left your nigga on his own How long we mourn Life goes on... Life goes on homie Gone on, cause they passed away Niggas doin' life Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit I feel ya nigga, trust me I feel ya You know what I mean Last year We poured out liquor for ya This year nigga, life goes on We're gonna clock now Get money Evade bitches Evade tricks Give players plenty space And basically just represent for you baby Next time you see your niggas Your gonna be on top nigga Their gonna be like, 'Goddamn, them niggas came up' That's right baby Life goes on.... And we up out this bitch Hey Kato, Mental Y'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up there Don't front |
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| Only God Can Judge Me | |
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Only God Can Judge Me
(Is that right) Nobody else, nobody else All you other mutha-fuckas Get out of my business Perhaps, I was blind to tha facts Stabbed in tha back I couldn�t trust my own homies Just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed Paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus try to focus But I can't see And in my mind I'm a, blind man doin' time Look to my future Cause my past is all behind me Is it a crime? To fight for what is mine Everybody�s diein' Tell me, what�s the use of tryin' I've been trapped since birth Cautious, cause I'm cursed And fantasies of my family In a hurse And they say It's the white man I should fear But, it's my own kind Doin' all the killin' here I can't lie Ain't no love, for the other side Jealousy inside Make 'em wish I died Oh my lord Tell me what I'm livin' for Everybody�s droppin' Got me knockin' on heaven's door And all my memories Of seeing brothas bleed And everybody grieves But still nobody sees Recollect your thoughts Don't get caught up in tha mix Cause the media is full of dirty tricks Only God can Judge me.... Only God Can Judge Me. I hear the doctor standing over me Screaming I can make it Got a body full of bullet holes Laying here naked Still I, can't breathe Something evils in my I-V Cuz every time I breathe I think they�re killing me I'm having nightmares Homicidal fantasies I wake up strangling' Dangling' My bed sheets I call the nurse Cuz it hurts To reminisce How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss Somebody help me Tell me where to go from here? Cuz even thugs cry But do the Lord care? Tryin' to remember But it hurts I'm walking through the cemetery Talkin' to the dirt I'd rather die like a man Than live like a coward There's a ghetto up in Heaven And it�s ours Black Power Is what we scream? As we dream In a paranoid state And our fate Is a lifetime of hate? Dear mama, can you save me? And fuck peace Cuz the streets got our babies We gotta eat No more hesitation Each and every black males trapped And they wonder why we suicidal Runnin' around strapped Mr. Police Please try to see That there's a million mutha-fuckas stressin' just like me Only God can Judge Me. Only God Can Judge Me. That which does not kill me can only make me stronger (That for real) I don't see why everybody feel as thou that they gotta tell me how to live my Life (you know) Let me live baby Let me live Pac I feel ya Keep servin' it on the realer For instance, sayin' Playa hatin' marks out ta kill ya Would you be wrong? For bucking a nigga into the pavement He gonna get me first If I don't get him Fool start praying? Ain't no such thing as self defense In the court of law So Judges when we get to where were goin To cross That's real Gotta, lurk thee Creep tha fuck up on him Sold a half a million tapes No everybody want him After talkin' behind my back Like, a bitch would Tellin' them niggas, "you can fade us" Punk, I wish you would It be the same mutha-fuckas in your face That'll rush up in your place To get you�re safe Knowing you on that paper chase Grass, glass Big screen and leather couch My new shit is so fine I already sold a ki of ounce Bitch Remember Tupac and 4-Tay The same two brothas dodgin' bullets And representing' the Bay Pac when you was locked down That's when I'll be around Start climbing up the charts So sick But they try to clown That's why they ride the bandwagon Still be draggin' sellin' lies Don't think I don't see you haters I know you all in disguise Guess you figure you know me Cuz I'm a thug That love to hit the late nightclub Drinkin' buzz Living lavish like a playa all day I'm 'bout to floss 'em off Playas stick with 4-Tay Only God can Judge me... |
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| Tradin' War Stories | |
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A military mind nigga
A military mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know (2x) We tradin war stories We outlaws on the rise Jealous niggas I despise Look in my eyes Now can your mind picture? A thug nigga drinkin hard liquor This ghetto life has got me catchin up to god quicker Who would figure that all I need was a Hair trigga Semi-Automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggas Pardon my thug poetry But suckers is born everyday and fear of man grow on trees Criminal ties for centuries A legend in my own rhymes So niggas whisper when they mention Makaveli was my Tudididal Gorge My father figure Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers Hits fall We thug niggas and we came in packs Every one of niggas strapped sippin on 'nac In the back, my AR-15 Thuggin till I die These streets got me cravin for a zine My lyrics are blueprints to money makin Fat as that ass that honey shakin I must stay thuggin and shit They call it overthuggin and shit But I was just a youngen nigga gettin older and lovin this shit But what was I doin in this place To the fakes without a pistol in the first Facin termination in the worst But I figured to play the war To watch all these playa hatin niggas position For I could see em all Made it up out of there Lucky to be here Tell you, but it'll never be a repeat People I'm tryin to tell you Now picture the scenery I'm thugged out smokin greenery Considered a "BG" but I'm offering This game something deeper My eyes only see these That's why I'm definitely bugged out Learned to know how Well to do now By 18, turned out And why I do thee To rob and smoke and ally my foes in the worst place Y'all shouldn't of fucked with us in the first place Y'all real OG's (original gangsta) droppin game to the youngsters Y'all don't want no fun Cuz y'all be the next in the long line of I starts em off with this gangsta raw story tale Stackin loot up in the coup that I protect with a Mack 12 Slap my clip in the chamber Fool, your life's in danger No one will remain when I come through dumping insane Call me? Major Payne Ya slay and move and gain I be the nigga pullin the trigga and Dumpin the hollow points in your brain Mo bigger balls that RuPaul Thug Life ain't a ball We bust that ass up against a wall As for men We bucks em down on the way to the ground Ain't nuttin but the dog in me This stuff is real, dough Killin the Po's and keep mobbin, G With a sawed off Cuz they dirty as drawers, y'all And had them bitch niggas hauled off Mama had me lived and raised on shit that ain't ok Ain't nuttin on this earth will make a nigga like me stay I'm reminissin and catchin flashbacks when niggas Ran up in my house and I was too young to try to blast back What happened then, no one would tell me since I was 3 Heard they got to my peoples Now they livin somewhere free But fuck that You got what�s mines and I want that Never drop my guard Been on the squa Since ways back And now I'm sittin Holdin in anger because my parents missin Thuggin and murderin Got some war stories for ya Now look at me Straight Outlaw Immortal Never gave a fuck cuz I was nobody's daughter Outlaw from my tits to my clips Don't try to figure cuz the murderous tendencies of my mind Can be controlled, nigga So who's the bigger? Who's the quickest killer? Would ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla? When I got cha, ok nine fourths Prayin to god as your life goes back and forth War stories, nigga Heh heh. Ya playas, too Thug Life Outlaw Immortals Mother fuckin Tupac A.K.A. Makaveli Can you feel me? Just say never Say Death Row My niggas love that shit Dramacydl in this mother-fucker Heh heh. Yeah nigga. Shout outs to my niggas Fatal and Felony See? Ya bald head nut What You know what time it is |
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| California Love | |
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California love
California...knows how to party California...knows how to party In the city of L.A. In the city of good ol' Watts In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rockin We keep it rockin Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, Wild West A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat The state where ya never find a dance floor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearin Sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace It's all-good, from Diego to tha Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way Dre puttin it down for California Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it mama Shake it Cali Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it shake it shake it... Out on bail fresh outta jail California dreamin Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearin hoochies screamin Fiendin for money and alcohol The life of a west side playa where cowards die Only in Cali where we riot not rallies are live and die In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right) Dressed in Lugs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews Famous cause we program worldwide Let'em recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrans Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's west side So you know the row won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of L.A. From Oakland to Sack Town The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love Now make it shake... Uh, yeah, uh, long beach in tha house, uh yeah Oaktown, Oakland definitely in tha house ha ha ha Frisco, Frisco Hey, you know LA is up in this Pasadena, where you at Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good Even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby Sacramento, Sacramento where ya at? Yeah Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side Cause you and I know it's tha best side Yeah, That's right West coast, west coast Uh, California Love California Love |
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| I Ain't Mad At Cha | |
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Change, shit,
I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of ya'll niggas to get up out tha hood Shit, I'm with ya I ain't mad at cha Got nothin' but love for ya Do your thing boy Yeah, All the homies that I ain't talk to in awhile I'm a send this out to y'all Know what I mean? Cuz, I ain't mad at cha Heard all of y'all Tearing up shit out there Kickin' up dust Givin' a mutha-fuck Yeah, niggas Cuz, I ain't mad at cha Now, we where once two niggas of the same kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You were just a little smaller But you still rolled Got stressed to Y.A. And hit tha hood swole Remember when ya had a jheri curl Didn't quite learn On the block With ya glock Trippin' of Sherm Collect calls to the tip Sayin' how ya changed Oh you a Muslim now No more dope game Heard you might be coming home Just got bail Wanna go to the Mosque Don't wanna chase tail I seems I lost my little homie He's a changed man Hit the penn Now, no sinnin' is the game plan When I talk about money All you see is the struggle When I tell ya, I'm livin' large You tell me, its trouble Congratulation on the wedding I hope your wife know She got a playa for life And that's no bullshitin' I know we grew apart You probably don't remember I usta fiend for your sister But never went up in her And I can see us after school We'd bomb on the first mutha-fucka With tha wrong shit on And now, the whole shits changed And we don't even kick it Got a big money scheme And you ain't even with it Knew in my heart You were the same mutha-fucka bad Go toe to toe when it's time to roll You got a brothas back And I can't even trip Cause I�m just laughin' at ya You tryin' hard to maintain And go ahead Cuz, I ain't mad at cha I ain't Mad at Cha I ain't Mad at Cha I ain't Mad at Cha We used to be like distant cousins Fightin', playin' dozens Whole neighborhood buzzin' Knowin' that we was wasn't Usta catch us on the roof Or behind the stairs I'm gettin' blitz Reminiscing' On all the time we shared Beside Bumpin' n' Grindin' Was nothin' on our mind? In time we learned To live a life of crime Rewind us back To a time Was much to young, to know? I caught a felony Lovin' the way the guns blow And even thou we separated You said that you wait Don't give nobody no coochie While I'll be locked up state I Kiss my mama good bye Wipe, the tears from her lonely eyes Said, that I'll return But I gotta fight The bitch that ride Don't shed a tear Cuz, mama I ain't happy here I'm through trails And no more smiles For a couple a years They got me goin' mad I'm knocking brothas on their backs In my cell Thinkin' hell I know one day I'll be back As soon as I touch down I told my girl I�ll be there So prepare To get fucked down The homies wanna kick it But I'm just laughin' at ya Cuz, you is a down ass bitch And I ain't mad at cha I ain't Mad at Cha I ain't Mad at Cha I ain't Mad at Cha But you�re a down ass bitch, And I ain't Mad at Cha Well guess who's moving up? This niggas ballin' now Bitches be callin' to get it Hookers keep fallin' down He went from nothin' to allot Ten Karats the spot He went from a nobody nigga To the big man on the block He's Mister local celebrity Addicted to move a key Most hated by enemy Escaping the luxury See, first you was our nigga But you made it So the choice is made Now we gotta slay you While you faded In the younger days So full of pain while the weapons blaze Gettin' so high off the bomb Hopin' we can make it To the better dayz Cuz, crime pays And in time You'll find a rhyme That'll blaze you'll feel the fire From the niggas in my younger dayz So many changed on me So many tried to plot That I keep a glock Beside my Hand When will it stop? Till god return me to my essence Cuz, even as a adolescent I refuse to be a convalescent So many questions, And they ask me if I�m still down I moved up out of the ghetto So I ain't real now? They got so much to say But I'm just laughin' at ya You niggas just don't know But I ain't mad at cha (3x) I ain't Mad at Cha Hell naw, I ain't mad at Cha I ain't Mad at Cha And I ain't Mad at Cha (4x) I ain't Mad at Cha |
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| What'z Ya Phone # | |
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What'z ya phone number
Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes It's instrumental Waitin for the nimphoes That's the intro Shoot when ya rush me Walked up and touched me Why? Do you want to fuck me? Just cuz I'm paid in the worst way? True Lookin kind a good in your birthday suit I wonder if your wild and ya act shy Do you like to be on top or the backside? Watch me while you lick your lips Shake your hips Goddamn, I love that shit Yo, let's stop fakin and be real now I got a room and a hard on. Still down? Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes Said ya wanna see my scars and my tattoos When we head for my hideout, act right Boss playa when I ride out, that's right What'z ya phone number? If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready Baby, let me give you a call How long will it take to break you off? Oh shit, baby is a dime piece Wanted this fine seat If I see ya right Now she can get me Hoar didn't wanna talk to me till she see my car Never had sex with a rich rap star Till I got her in the back of my homeboy's car Tell me, why do we live this way? Money over bitches Let me here you say What'z your phone number? Are you alone? Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone Time for your girlfriend to take you home I had fun But baby, gotta leave me alone Picture in my rhyme Take time to rewind these? Words I say If you open your mind Bet in a minute you'll find it's time Let the Outlaws play What'z ya phone number (Girl and Tupac converse) G: Hello? 2 Pac: Hello? Who is this? G: Is this Tupac? 2 Pac: This is who? G: Is this Tupac? 2 Pac: Yeah, it's Tupac. Who dis? G: Hi baby. How are you? 2 Pac: I'm aiight. What' up baby? G: You don't recognize the voice? 2 Pac: You recognize my voice, huh? G: Do you recognize MY voice? 2 Pac: Nah, I know you? G: Yeah, you know me. I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talkin. 2 Pac: Where I know you from? Where I know you from? G: You just know me, baby. 2 Pac: Where? Talk up I can't barely hear you. G: You know me from when we were, you know, intimate. 2 Pac: Oh, we fucked? G: Oh baby, did we ever. 2 Pac: Oh, tell me about it baby. G: I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and stroked it up and down. 2 Pac: OOOOH! G: Then I put it in my mouth. I fucked it. 2 Pac: Ooh, you did. G: Ooh, I did. 2 Pac: Shit! G: fucked it and fucked it. Put me in. You came. 2 Pac: Did I come? G: Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. You don't remember me yet? 2 Pac: I'm starting to get a picture. Why don't you help me out? What did I do to the pussy? What a nigga do to the pussy? G: You rocked it. 2 Pac: Did I? G: Yeah, you did. 2 Pac: Did I do some of that Thug Passion? G: Mmmmm 2 Pac: Heh, heh. Eh, so what cha doin right now, though? G: Me and my finger are gettin acquainted. 2 Pac: How many you got? G: I got ten. But only one is workin. 2 Pac: Oh, well can I come over there? G: If you want to. 2 Pac: Do I want to? Do a bear shit in the woods and wipe his ass with a rabbit? G: Mmm. You goin rock it baby? 2 Pac: Hell yeah, I'm goin rock it baby. G: Like you did before? 2 Pac: No dizoubt. You goin feel that Thug Passion for real. G: Mmmmm, baby. 2 Pac: I'm on my way though. I'm about to fly over there in a 500. It ain't goin take but a minute. Eh, light the candles. Get the baby oil out. Turn all the lights out. Drink a little bit of that shit. I'm on my way babe. I'm goin knock that pussy to the next week. G: Knock it out baby, knock it out. 2 Pac: I'm goin knock the taste out yo mouth, girl. I'm goin put your legs on your head. I'm a tie you up, blindfold you. And we goin play which hole feel the best. G: You know which hole feel the best. 2 Pac: We fin to see tonight, though. G: I'm goin make you remember me. 2 Pac: Oh, yeah. G: Yeah. 2 Pac: Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can't find the steering shift you got me so fucked up. I'm playin with myself and shit. G: Can I shift your gear? |
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| All Eyes On Me-Book 2 | |
| Can't C Me | |
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The blind stares
Of a million pairs of eyes Lookin' hard but won't realize That they will never see The �P� (You must be goin' blind) Give me my money in stacks And lace my bitches with 9 figures Real niggas fingers on nickel-plated 9 triggers Must see my enemies defeated I'm cashin' While they coughed up and weeded Open fire Now them niggas bleedin' See me in flesh And test And get your chest blown Straight out tha west, don't get blown My adversaries cry like hoes Open and shut like doors Is you a friend or foe? Nigga you ain't know? They got me stressed out on Death Row I've seen money But baby I got to gets mo' You scream and go '2Pac' And I ain't stopin' Till I�m well paid Bails paid Now nigga, look what hell made Visions of cops and sirens Niggas open fire Buncha Thug Life niggas on tha rise Until I die Ask me why I�m a Boss Playa gettin' high And when I�m rollin' by Niggas Can't C Me The stares of a million pairs of eyes And you'll never realize You can't C Me. Been getten worried that these square mutha-fuckers with nerves Sayin they can get with us But picture me gettin' served My own mama say I�m thugged out My shit be bumpin out tha record store As if it was a drug house My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood Nigga what It ain't nothin but a party when we thug And there I was A young nigga with heart Ain't had shit to loose Pullin' my pistol on them fools You know the rules Dre you got me heated My words like a penitentiary dick Hittin' bitches where it's most needed Money and weed Alazhay and Hennessey To my Thug niggas in lock down Witness me Bail on these hoes in floss mode Tha life of a Boss Playa Fuck what ya thought tho' My enemies� deceased Die like a bitch When my album hit tha streetz Niggas Can't C Me Niggas Can't C Me Which way did he go George? Which way did he go? Which way did he go? Which way did he go? You niggas made a mistake You shoulda never put my rhymes with Dre Them Thug niggas have arrived and it's Judgment Day Hey Homie if ya feel me Tell them tricks that shot me That they missed They ain't killed me I can make a mutha-fucker shake Rattle and roll I'm full of liquor Thug nigga Quick to jab at them hoe�s And I can make ya jealous niggas famous Fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim is I'm just a rich mutha-fucker from tha way If this rappin' bring me money Then I�m rappin' till I�m paid I'm getten green like I�m supposed to Nigga, I holla at these hoe�s And see how many I can go through Look to the star And visualize my debut Niggas know me, playa I gotta stay true Don't be a dumb mutha-fucker Because it's crazy after dark Where the true Thug niggas see ya heart Niggas Can't C Me.... (Yo, check this out, stay off his dick) Niggas Can't C Me Right before your eyes, I�ll disappear from here You niggas can�t C me, ha ha ha You Can't C Me I know it's hard nigga; I�m all up in your face But you still Can't C Me You Can't C Me All up in your range, but niggas can�t C me 20/20 vision won't visualize I'm in tha flesh baby, but you can�t C me All tho' glasses won't help you realize You blinded You blinded You Can't C Me You Can't C Me Thug Life baby Don't believe everything you read Alazhay and weed You Can't C Me Right before your very eyes You won't even visualize You Can't C Me Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac Niggas can't C me, ha ha ha I dedicate this, to you PUNK Mutha-fuckers ha ha ha This ones for you big baby ha ha ha Cause you bitch ass niggas can�t C me Niggas Can't C Me You Can't C Me See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil You won't C Me First C Me, Now ya don't Wanna C me, but ya won't Come to C me, but ya can�t You Can't C Me You Can't C Me Right between your eyes, you'll never realize Right before your eyes, you won't even realize Visualize what you Can't C |
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| Shorty Wanna Be A Thug | |
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(Chorus)
Say he wanna be Shorties gonna be a Thug Said he wanna be One day he's gonna be Said he's gonna be Shorties gonna be a Thug Said he's gonna be One day he gonna be Say he wanna be Shorties gonna be a Thug Said he wanna be One day he's gonna be Said he wanna be Shorties gonna be a Thug He was a nice middle class nigga But nobody knew the evil he'd do when he got a little bigger Get off the final blaze While puffing on a Newport Plottin' on another way to catch a case Was only sixteen, yet convicted as a felon With a bunch of old niggas But you the only one who ain't telling I tell you it's a cold world, stay in school You tell me it�s man's world, play the rules And fade fools, 'n break rules until we major Blaze up, getting with hoes through my pager Was raised up, commencing to money makin' tactics It's getting drastic Niggas got automatics My fingers on the trigga, Tell the lord To make way for another straight Thug nigga I'm sitting getting buzzed, looking for some luv From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug (Chorus) Straight from the Hall to the Penn Adolescent nigga scaling weight and standing Six feet Ten He carried weight like a Mack truck Gonna bust on some playa haters If the mutha fuckas act tuff Then thats when the lethal weapon with the razor This little nigga smoking weed and getting blazed up No one could figure, when the guns blast pull the trigga Could take the life of a young nigga guns bigger No mother and father, you see, the niggas all-alone Old timers my role model, the war zone Released with this game 'til it�s a part of me My heart don't beat no fear and it ain't hard to see The future is looking dim I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sin I'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug (Chorus) Shorty gonna be a thug You little bad ass nigga, to the young niggas Gotta stay sharp nigga, play your part You got plenty of time (you bad mutha fuckas) You only get three mistakes, then thats life big baby (niggas craaazy) Watch the signs Damn, you ain't but sixteen nigga? Sixteen? That's a bad mutha-fucker |
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| Holla At Me | |
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Niggas out there jealous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row
They try to playa hate But they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neighborhood Yeah With that funky sound (so funky) We be throwin' down This goes out to you playa You know... you know who you are Gotta be careful, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me So when ya see me nigga Ya better Holla at me Are you confused? You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes Of a nigga who don't have a thing to loose When me and you was homies No one informed me it was all a scheme You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams How could you do me like that? I took ya family in I put some cash in ya pocket Made you a man again And now you let tha fear put your ass in a place Complicated to escape It's a fool�s fate Without your word You�re a shell of a man I lost respect for you nigga We can never be friends I know I�m runnin' through your head now What could you do? If it was up to you I'd be dead now I let tha world know nigga you a coward You could never be live Until you die See tha motha-fuckin bitch in your eye Type of nigga, that let tha evil of tha money trap me When ya see me nigga Ya better holla at me (holla at me) Can't let tha evil of tha money trap me So when ya see me nigga Ya better Holla at me You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay So I gotta be careful, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me So when ya see me nigga Ya better holla at me You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay Curious Spittin' lyrics On tha verge of furious I'm addicted to currency Nigga that's why we're doin this I got shot up, I surprised tha niggas tha way I got up And then I hit the studio It's time to blow tha block up No hesitation This information got you contemplating' Heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation Break him And let him see tha face of a mental patient It's a celebration Of my criminal elevation With the participation I want members across tha fifty states To keep tha nation anticipatin' until we break Will I be great? Is it my fate? To live tha life of luxury Some niggas bought my tapes So much jealousy it scares me So be prepared Cause only tha strong survive Life isn't fair (fair) Probably never knew tha way it feels to die So you figure fuck with me I give that ass a try Nigga, Holla at me You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay I shoulda saw tha signs I was blinded Criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time So many brothas framed in this dirty game It's a shame So much pressure on my brain While she blame me Secrets in tha dark Only her and I know Now I�m sittin' in tha state pen Doin time for slow Guess she made a bad decision That got me livin' Just like an animal I'm caged up in state prison My niggas dissin' Cause Hell have no fury like a woman scorn A cemetery full of motha-fuckers got not knowin� Picture my prophecy Tha cops are attacking me, on top of me I'm runnin' from tha coppers But never Let�em stop me Cause I�m a soulja Hell, ever since I was a little nigga havin' fantasies Of one day getting older Niggas is paranoid Trust A no no Love is a mystery Fuck tha po po, Holla at me... So when you see me nigga You better holla at me... You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay Niggas out there jealous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate But they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neighborhood Yeah With that funky sound (so funky) We be throwin' down You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay |
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| Wonda Why They Call U Bitch | |
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You wonda why they call U bitch Look here Miss Thang Hate to salt your game But yous a money hungry woman And you need to change. In tha locker room All the homies do is laugh. High five's cuz anotha nigga Played your ass. It was said you were sleezy Even easy Sleepin around for what You need See it's your thang And you can shake it how you wanna Give it up free Or make your money on the corner But don't be bad and play the game Get mad and change Then you wonda why these mutha-fuckas Call you names Still lookin' for a way out And that's OK I can see you wanna stray There's a way out Keep your mind on your money Enroll in school And as the years pass by You can show them fools But you ain't tryin' to hear me Cuz your stuck You're headin' for the bathroom 'Bout to get tossed up Still lookin' for a rich man You dug a ditch Got your legs up Tryin' to get rich I love you like a sista But you need to switch And that's why they called U bitch, I betcha You leave your kids with your mama Cuz you�re headin' for the club In a skin tight miniskirt Lookin' for some love Got them legs wide open While you're sittin' at the bar Talkin' to some nigga 'Bout his car I guess he said he Had a Lexxxus, what's next? You headin' to his car for some sex I pass by Can't hold back tears inside Cuz, lord knows For years I tried And all the other people On my block hate your guts Then you wonda why they stare And call you slut It's like your mind don't understand You don't have to kill your Dreams plotin' Schemes on a man Keep your head up, legs closed, eyes open Either a nigga wear a rubber or he die smokin' I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch And niggas wouldn't call you bitch, I betcha I guess times gettin' hard Even harder for you Cuz, hey now, got a baby On the way now More money from the county And thanks to the welfare You're about to Get your hair done Got a dinner date Can't be late Trick or treat, sweet thang Got anotha trick to meet The way he did it It was smooth Plottin' while he gamin' you So baby, peep tha rules I shoulda seen it in the first case The worst case I shoulda never called you back In the first place I remember back in high school Baby you was fast Straight sex And barely move your ass But now things change Cuz you don't look the same Let the ghetto get the best of you Baby, that's a shame Caught HIV and now you 'bout to be deceased And finally be in peace So where your niggas at now? Cuz everybody left They stepped And left you on your own See I loved you like a sista But you died to quick And that's why we called U bitch, I betcha. Dear Ms. Deloris Tucker Keep stressin me Fuckin� with a mutha-fuckin mind I figured you wanted to know You know Why we call them hoes bitches And maybe this might help you understand It ain't personal Strictly business baby Strictly business So if you wonder why we call U bitch You wonder why we call U bitch If you wonder why we call U bitch You wonder why we call U bitch |
