Artist: 2Pac Album: Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z. Song: Something 2 Die 4 (laughter echoed) I've changed... You mothafuckas kill me I've changed... It ain't that i've changed But it's strange how you mothafuckas rearrange When I found fame Point ya finger at tha bad guy You know what my momma usta tell me If ya can't find something ta live 4 Then you BEST, find something ta die 4 (eazy saying 'if there's hell below, we're all gonna go'--this is all through out tha interlude) Deep deep La'tasha Hardings Remember that name... Cause a bottle of juice... Ain't something 2 die 4 Young Quaid Remember that name... Cause all you mothafuckas That go to your grave with that name on your brain Cause jelousy and recklousness Is NOT, something 2 die 4 All you Niggas out there (echoed laughter) Got a crack that crumbles When I say all you Niggas (all you niggas) Unite One nigga, teach 2 niggas 4 niggas teach more niggas All tha poor niggas Tha penn niggas Tha rich niggas Tha strong niggas UNITE There's more of us than there is of them Look around... Check your strip Deep deep That's something 2 die 4 Black That's something 2 live 4 What do I know? Artist: 2Pac f/ Snoop Doggy Dogg 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 shit, you done fucked up now -- Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party You done put two of America's most wanted in the same motherfuckin place at the same Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party motherfuckin time, hahahahah Y'all niggaz about to feel this Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Break out the champagne glasses and them motherfuckin condoms Have one on us aight?? Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Verse One: 2Pac, Snoop 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 Youse a cold ass nigga 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 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 So now they got us laced Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin cases (mmm) Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit'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 Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish 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 motherfucker Now follow as we riiiiide Motherfuck 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, motherfuckin G's If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted Chorus: Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party (Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party... Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Nuthin but a gangsta party it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Nuthin but a gangsta party it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Verse Two: 2Pac, Snoop 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 fuck wit me I bust a flea, these niggaz must be crazy what?? There ain't no mercy motherfuckers 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 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 Chorus Artist: 2Pac f/ Snoop Doggy Dogg, Nate Dogg, Dru Down Album: All Eyez on Me Song: All About U (2Pac) 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 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 Chorus--Nate Dogg(2X) Every other city we go Every other video [its all about u] No matter where I go I see the same hoe (2pac) 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 niggas 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 niggas at the end of every show I just seened yah in my friends 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 Chorus (Kurupt) Is you sick from the dick or is it the flu It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew More to come... Artist: 2Pac w/ B-Legit, C-Bo, Richie Rich, E-40 Album: All Eyez On Me Song: Ain't Hard 2 Find (Tupac) They say (B-Legit) Influenced by crime addicted to grinding (C-Bo) Where I can pile up my chips (Richie Rich) And niggas call me one timer (Tupac) Been Ballin' since my adolecsent years steady climbing (E-40) Man, you mutha-fuckas don't know nothing about no timing [Tupac Talking] Thats right boy start that shit off (Tupac) I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized Picutes of me in my final stage, You know Mama cried But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted Like I know longer existed, mysteriously missing Although i'm world wide, baby I ain't hard to find Why I spend most of my time on California crime Watching for theiven I'm cautious, its like I'm barely breathing Putting a bullet in muthafuckas give me a reason See me and hope i'm intoxicated looks like we faded You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead Why the fuck you cowards be running, So scared to fire 'G' For the life of me, I cannot see How mutha-fuckas picture living life after a night of fucking around with me And if you don't like this rhyme then bring you big bad ass to California Cuz we ain't hard to find (Chorus) (B-Legit) Influenced by crime, addicted to grinding (C-Bo) Where I can pile up my chips (Richie Rich) And niggas call me one timer (Tupac) Been Ballin' since my adolecsent years steady climbing (E-40) Man, you mutha-fuckas don't know nothing about no timing (C-Bo) I got my locs on hard hat going to war Breaking them off on sight stopping lives on red lights Watch 'em pause as I pull out my strap out my drawers And get the dumping on their ass like the last outlaws Rich, Tupac and the Cliq smoking blunts and loading clips With enough shit to raise your block in one dip We bring on horror like tales from the crypt And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick (B-Legit) I'm fully automatic full of static and shit Moving dodge van fifty rounds in the clip I'm riding shot gun with the tint in the back I'm planning on having a mutha-fuckin' mit in this rap I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O where selling narcotics is all I know I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever your kind And if you need a mutha-fucka I ain't hard to find (C-Bo) Some may call me hoopsy, but I call it timin' That's why I keeps on grinding To a point where a nigga can't stop To much feelin' this shit thats why I'm quick to peel a bitch Whether its a nigga or a ho a ho Get in my way then that ass gots to go Cuz a nigga steady plotting I serves hit for hit And mutha-fuckas keep dropping (Chorus) (B-Legit) Influenced by crime addicted to grinding (C-Bo) Where I can pile up my chips (Richie Rich) And niggas call me one timer (Tupac) Been Ballin' since my adolecsent years steady climbing (E-40) Man, you mutha-fuckas don't know nothing about no timing (E-40) Down the steps Abandonded broken down apartment complex Heavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scary Playboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama play Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitate Best shake and bake although my was first to ask niggas Mutha-fuckas thought I wasn't going do something ask niggas Threatin' your life, it ain't like you love 'em Bury your thoughts, take his head fuckin' half ready (Richie Rich) I grew up with that nigga, threw up with that nigga I hear he trying to ride the legend for the other side But now my glock be so judgemental Back seat of a rental keep my name out your dental nigga, if your gum bleedin' and you needin' more than 20 sticthes You behave like them bitches Side ways to the next heavy in the game Check the resident It's all the same Nigga and we ain't hard to find [Tupac Speaking] ... why them niggas acting like they can't find like like they can't see us and like we don't be at the same spots that they be at... Artist: 2Pac Album: All Eyez On Me Song: I Ain't Mad at Cha 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 cnce 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 (Chorus -- Danny boy) oooowwwwww I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha We used to be like distant couzins fightin', playin' dozins whole nieghborhood buzzin' Knowin' that we was wasn't Usta catch us on the roof or behind the stairs I'm gettin' blitz remincin' 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 seperated 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 (Chorus -- Danny boy) I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha (but your 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 alot Ten Karets 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 Haaand When will it stop ? 'Till god return me to my essence Cuz, even as a adolecents I refuse to be a convelecent 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 (Chorus -- Danny boy) oooowwwwww I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) 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) I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha nooooo I ain't Mad at Chaaaaahhhhh Artist: 2Pac 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 glasses? 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 passion 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 shit look how you look some motherfucken 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 class 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 nigga done got a temper don't cry, it's all good can U take me from here can U take me from here Artist: Thug Life (f/ 2Pac) Album: Thug Life Song: Str8 Ballin I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks... but no. (Tupac) I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block. Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks. And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked. And niggas laugh, til' tha first mothafucka got blasted. I put the nigga in his casket, Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic. I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts. I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce. And gettin' lost on the five-o, fuck them hos. Got a 45 screamin' about survival. Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo. Hollar "one-time" when I say so. Don't want to go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences. Narcs on a nigga's back, missin' me by inches. And they say how do you survive weighin' 165 In a city where the skinny niggas die? Tell Mama don't cry. Even when they kill me, They can never take the game from a young G. I'm st8 ballin'! St8 ballin'! Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin' pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it. But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin'. It's kinda boomin' and today I'll make a killin'. Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block. It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops. Ha, I'm gettin' high. I think I'll die if I don't get no ends. I'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it like it's a Benz. I hate to stip let my music bump, Drinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for some hoes to fuck. Rather die makin' money than live poor and legal As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo. A need money in a major way. Time to fuck my BEEEYATCH!! Hey!, and getten' paid You other mothafuckas callin', But me and my mothafuckin' thug niggas, We st8 ballin'!! St8 ballin'! Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do. So watch a young mothafucka pull a trigga just to RAISE UP! But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes Young nigga time to do or die. I keep a pistol in my pocket, Ready on my block. Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit. And now they see that mothafucka beat pain, At point blank range cause he slept on the game. Ain't a damned thing changed Shakin' the dice, now roll 'em, If you can't stand pain better hold 'em. Cause ain't no tellin' what you might roll. You might go catch AIDS from a slight cold. Nigga. Better live your life to the fullest, You 'bout to kill a fool, got a pistol mothafucka better pull it. Cause even when they kill me, they can never take the game from a young G. We st8 ballin'! We st8 ballin'! To my niggas in the penitentiary, Loked up like a mothafucka when they mention me. Cause you fuckin' with the realest motha fucka ever born, And once again it's on, I'm bustin' on these bitches till they gone. Who the hell can you get to stop me? I'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse. I keep my glock cocked I need it cause they're all shady. I finally made it now these jealous bitches tryin' to FADE me! I ain't goin' out I'd rather blast back. I'm on the corner with my niggas watchin' cash stack. And I came up a long way from food stamps. And takin' shit from the low-life ghetto tramps. Could you blame me if they sweat me I'm gonna open fire. What could I do? Pull my trigga or watch my nigga die. I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil slugs. I'm on the block slangin' drugs with the young thugs. And mothafucka, we be ballin'! All mothafuckin' day long, stay strong! We st8 ballin'. Artist: Thug Life (f/ 2Pac) Album: Thug Life Song: Bury Me a G Thug Life Thinkin' back reminiscing on my teens a young G getten' paid over dope fiends fuckin' off cash that I make nigga, what's tha sense of workin hard if you never get tp play i'm hustlen' stayin' out till it's dawn and commin' home at 6 o'clock in tha mornin' hand's on my glock eye's on tha prize finger on tha trigga when a nigga rides shootin' craps bustin' niggas out tha door pick my money off tha floor god bless tha tre-four stuck on full, drunk again sippin' on Gin with a couple of friends sayin' those thug life niggas be like major pimps stickin' to tha rules is what made it simp and if I die let it be but when they come for me bury me a G Chorus x2 -- Tupac I ain't got time for bitches Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches even when I die they won't worry me mama don't cry bury me a G () More Trouble than tha average just made 25 and i'm livin' like a savage bein a G ain't no easy thing cause you could fuck around get crossed and get stuck in tha game and for tha rest of your life you will sit and remineise wonder why it had to end like this and to tha G's you can feel my pain till tha mothafuckas gets born again () you thought I was a game kid i'm not tha nigga for playin games I let my buckshots rang when I pull tha trigga on my gauge i'm on tha rampage makin' runs for tha devil ain't nothin' on my mind will get me in some trouble i'm tryin to ride no more loves for me hard to figure get a nigga, smoke a blunt Or is a jury starts (break that shit) I gives a fuck nigga stuck outta luck when I bust pull me to my death but i'm a G to tha enemy Chorus x2 -- Tupac I ain't got time for bitches gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches even when I die they won't worry me mama don't cry bury me a G (Stretch) I got nothen' ta loose so I choose to be a killer went from bangin' ta slangin' now i'm a dope dealer all my life payed tha price to be tha boss back in school wrote tha rules on getten' tossed poppin' rocks on tha block was a past time pack a 9 all the time you wanna test mine ? don't cry I die before they play me from tha cradle to tha grave bury me () Straight Thug G kickin' it with tha homies in tha hood getten' drunk, smokin' blunts a bitch said I was no good I gives a fuck I spend my time in tha dope spot never had no time for no bitch instead slangin' rocks and bustin' caps on you punk ass marcs fake ass G's bitch niggas with no heart i'm stayin' real till i'm 6 feet deep so when a nigga gone bury me a G Chorus x2 -- Tupac I ain't got time for bitches gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches even when I die they won't worry me mama don't cry Bury Me a G (Tupac) Stuck on Full Tangaray got a nigga high lord knows I don't need another DUI I led a Thug Life heartless hustler just cause I fucked don't mean I trust her now my pagers vibratin' can't sleep so i'm mobbin' to tha ho's house pumpin' Isely Is it cool ta fuck is what i'm askin Bitch recognize game and start laughen when i'm all in those guts and shit prayin' that a nigga don't nut too quick cause i'll fuck and get up and let ya know i'll be a 10 minute brotha for a $2 ho lots a ho's get mad and shit I let a trick be a trick you can have that bitch cause I doubt if I change tha games a mothafucker real niggas turn ta bustas Bury Me a G Chorus x6 -- Tupac I ain't got time for bitches Gotta Keep my mind on my mothafucken riches even when I die they won't worry me Mama don't cry bury me a G I ain't got time for bitches --- bitches Artist: 2Pac f/ Dr. Dre Album: All Eyez on Me Song: California Love California love! 1-California...knows how to party California...knows how to party In the citaaay of L.A. In the citaaay of good ol' Watts In the citaaay, the city of Compton We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin! Verse One: Dr. Dre 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 Californ-i-a (repeat 1) 2-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... Verse Two: 2Pac 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 now rallies are live and die In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right) Dressed in Locs 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 Longbeach 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 Sacktown The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love! (rpt 1) (dre) now make it shake... (rpt 2) Outro: Dre, 2Pac uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha Frisko, Frisko (Tupac) hey, you know LA is up in this Pasadina, where you at yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good (Tupac) 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 riight west coast, west coast uh, California Love California Love Artist: 2Pac f/ George Clinton Album: All Eyez On Me Song: Can't C Me Intro: George Clinton 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) Verse One: 2Pac give me my money in stacks and lace my bitches with 9 figures real niggas fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas 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 ho's 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 Chorus: George Clinton The stares of a million pairs of eyes and you'll never realize You can't C Me.. Verse Two: 2Pac Been getten worried that these square muthafuckers with nerves sayin they can get with us but picture me gettin' served My own mama say i'm thuged 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 D-R-E you got me heated my words like a penatentary dick hittin' bitches where it's most needed money and weed Alazay and Hennesse To my Thug niggas in lock down witness me bail on these ho's 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 Chorus: George Clinton Which way did he go George Which way did he go Which way did he go Which way did he go Artist: 2Pac, Kurupt, Syke Album: All Eyez On Me Song: Check Out Time Intro: 2Pac Hey, what time is it nigga ? (I don't know) Oh shit, 12 o' clock Oh shit, we got ta get tha fuck outta here (hell yeah) Nigga, it's check out time nigga Hey call Kurupt, call Daz, call [???] call all those niggas up from downstairs tell tha valay, bring tha benz around Hey Kurupt, y'all niggas drivin' or are y'all flyin' back wussup ? (Man, i'm rollin' man, fuck that shit) Hey Syke man, come on nigga, get up out tha bathroom fool let's go! (I lost some money nigga) aw nigga damn Verse One: 2Pac Now I'm up early in the mornin' breathe stinkin' as I'm yawning Just another sunny day in California I got my mind focused on some papers While I'm into sexy capers Give a hollar to them hoochies last night who tried to rape us Will these rap lyrics take us ? Plus room all up in Vegas I'm a Boss Playa death before I let these bitches break us Last night was like a fantansy Alazhay and Heneesee A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin' with my man and me Told her I was interested picture all the shit we did I got her hot and horny All up on me hot and horny what a freaky bitch First you argued, then I fight it, till you lick me where I like it Got a nigga all excited It don't matter just don't bite it I never got to check out the scence too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeans Now it seems, it's check out time Chorus: 2Pac We got to go (2X) Its check out time We got to go (4X) Verse Two: Kurupt They label me an outlaw So its time for the panty raid My fantansies came true with Janet on, I'm in an Escapade Did it all, in too soon All the homies runnin' through the halls room to room So I assume Since I'm a playa like my nigga Syke Then its only right for me to disappear into the night My games trump tight So I find time to recline Sneak into your room instant Messiah shit, wines of all kinds I ain't got much time so hurry up and pop the dime And let me hit it from behind Since I'm only here for one night I gots to get you hot and heated Play like Micheal Jackson and Beat It One more thing I like to mention I'm done and I'm out cuz there's someone else who deserves my atttention So all the homies round up in the lobby Cuz busting bitches is a hobby, nigga It's check out time Chorus: 2Pac We got to go (8X) Verse Three: Syke Now I'm living the life of a Boss Playa The front desk callin' but I'm checking out later My behaviour is crazy, from what you did to me baby If walls could talk, they'd say, you tried to fade me I'm putting in work, but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed Carressing your thoughts cuz I'm living fed heard what I said ? Passion is clashing the room from the liquor we consumed I heard a boom I'm blacking out you're yelling out 'Big Syke Daddy' We did it in the caddy on the highway my way I'm lost in a dream so it seems to be the night five bottles of chrystl and I'm still tight Out of site, for Pac and Kurupt As I get it up once the doors close you're stuck In a heated sticky situation Get up baby you ain't on vacation It's check out time (Chorus) We got to go (repeated till end...) Artist: 2Pac 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 motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window with that fuckin' AK all day You don't work, you don't fuck, 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 niggas die If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, 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 motherfucker, 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 niggas who was buggin' My homie told me once, don't you trust them other suckers They fought like they your homies but they phony motherfuckers 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 passed away screamin, please Young nigga, 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, shitty 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, nigga it's still on- Pow Bustin on them niggas til they gone How many more jealous ass bitches, comin for my riches Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless, them bitches will start shit Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch No more game for free, please explain to me Why niggas trip bitch, 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 mothafuckin niggas out there I know you ain't scared to die We all gotta go, ya know ? A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes And make sure he handles his motherfuckin business Y'all niggas 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 bitch dead, I want him dead I want him dead, I don't care Artist: Thug Life (f/ 2Pac) Album: Thug Life Song: Cradle to the Grave Chorus From tha Cradle to the Grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. June 16, 1971 Mama gave birth to a hell raisin' heavanly son. See the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back, My first words were "thug for life" and "Papa pass the Mac." I'm bustin' on these motha fuckas ballin' Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin'. From out the window of my drop top I got my glock cocked bustin' at niggas when will it stop ? Now tell me are you scared of the dark? Can't close my eyes I see visions And even with this thug livin' will I escape in prison ? Penitentiary chances was an all day thang The only way to advance and if you slang Then you'd better have your nikes on Cause when we fight it's in the middle of the night with no lights on. Hey!! There must be a God cause I feel lucky, Paranoid out my mind this motha fucka's tryin' to rush me. Am I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin' Commin' out the court house all about mail [???]. Never die be a hustler mothafuckas And makin' thugs out you suckas. From the cradle to the grave. Chorus From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. easy From the cardle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child I've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild. Pop pop! just like the part that's in my walk with street talk I'm runnin' up the block in the dark with less spark. Survalience on a nigga every day, Waitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away. Now Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet. So now a young niggas bein' raised by the streets. And then the on other one that ever showed me love Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs a striaght thug. Just me, my mama out here on our own So I got two gatts one black and one of chrome. Now I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine! It's all the fuck I got so stop and walk a thin line. Young niggas be brave and keep on thuggin' from the cradle to the grave, From the cradle to the grave. Chorus From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, I'm glad to say I made it this far. Many G's died hard and all they got was their name here up on a wall. It's sad thinkin' about the times Life goes on, I'm steady lost in this land... as the warzone I got no home don't have no friends neither. It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina. I keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho. Never leave home with out my sugar. I'm hafta plug a nigga. Mama told me not to trust no punks, And kick his ass if he lay a hand on me. Since then I been known. Sometimes I think my own self stupid Cause I stay shootin' at marks, Get twisted up in police reports. Since the cradle, I've been ungreatful. My first toy was a gun I got sprung and learn to love weapons. But now I'm through with money and through with street fame. Somebody peeled my cap and put me in my grave. Chorus From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. March 18th a rainy day my mama gave birth To a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth. From day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb. Daddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum. I tried to cope loc but my family's broke And my pocket's short so now I gotta sling dope. In a game filled with pain it's a fuckin' shame, The white man got a motha fucka slingin' cane. So now it's on from dusk to dawn I get my serve on. Always in the spot with my glock slingin' rocks at the rocks. Shit don't stop I'm steady dodgin' cops. I never flip flop hear my glock cock thug till I drop. And if I hit the pen I gotta do my time Sittin' on my bunk reminiscing about the good times. It's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doing dirt, But from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work. Chorus From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easyy Living in the ghetto. Time's movin' fast will I last another day? So I pray and I lay with my A-K. Did I sell my soul as a young kid? All the things I did Wishin' someone held me but they never did. I can't take it will I make it to my older age? Before I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage. Lord help me, guide me, save me! Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me crazy. Do or die. Nigga pull the trigger don't give a fuck. You'd rather be in jail than get your ass bucked. Nobody cares, it's me against the world. Keepin' murder on my mind and my tech-9. I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die? I get high then my mission is a walk-by. You'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm commin'. Start runnin' yellin' "evil mind" as I'm gunnin'. One in the chamber for the anger that I build inside, For the mothers that cried, for my homies that died. The begining is an ending, am I just a slave? So I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave. Chorus til fade Artist: 2Pac Album: Me Against the World Song: Dear Mama 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. Scared ta go home. I was a fool. With the Big Boyz, breakin' all the rules. Had 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 penitentary! One day, runnin' from the police... That's Right... Mama cacthed me, put a whoopin' to my back side. 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' ta raise a man. You always was commited. A poor single mother on welfare... Tell me how ya did it. There's no way I can pay ya back, But the plan is ta show ya that I understand. You are appreciated. Voice: Lady. Don't cha know what love is? 2Pac: Dear Mama. Voice: Sweet Lady. Place no one above ya. 2Pac: You are appreciated. Voice: Sweet Lady. Don't cha know what love is? 2Pac: Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair. No love from my Daddy 'cause the cabal 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. Ya never left me alone 'cause ya cared for me. And I could see ya comin' home after work late. Ya in the kitchen tryin' ta 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 your alone. Tryin' ta raise two bad kids on your own. And there's no way I can pay ya back. But my plan is ta show ya that I understand. You are appreciated. Voice: Lady. Don't cha know what love is? 2Pac: And Dear Mama. Voice: Sweet Lady. Place no one above ya. 2Pac: You are appreciated. Voice: Sweet Lady. Don't cha know what love is? 2Pac: Pour Out Some Liquor and I reminice. '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 git me back in focus. When I was sick as a little kid, To keep me happy there's no limit to the things ya did. And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things ya did for me. And even though I act craaazy, I gotta thank the Lord that cha made me. There are no words that can express how I feel. Ya never kept a secret, always stayed real. And I appreciated how ya raised me. And all the extra love that cha 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 ya back. But my plan is ta show ya that I understand. You are appreciated. Voice: Lady. Don't cha know what love is? 2Pac: And Dear Mama. Voice: Sweet Lady. Place no one above ya. 2Pac: You are appreciated. Voice: Sweet Lady. Don't cha know what love is? 2Pac: And Dear Mama. Voice: Sweet Lady. 2Pac: Dear Mama. Voice: Lady. Lady. Artist: 2Pac Album: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z. Song: The Streetz R Deathrow Growing up as an inner city brotha where every other had a pops and a motha I was tha product of a heated lover Nobody knew how deep it screwed me and since my pops never knew me my family didn't know what ta do with me was I somebody they despise curious look in they eyes as if they wonder if i'm dead or alive poor momma can't control me quit tryin' ta save my soul, I wanna roll with my homies a ticken timebomb can't nobody fade me packin' a 380 and fiendin' for my mercedes suckers scatter but it don't matter i'm a cool shot punks drop from all tha buckshots tha fools got i'm tired of being a nice guy i've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why so they label me a lunatic could care less death or success is what I quest cause i'm fearless now tha streetz R Deathrow Chorus (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow I just murdered a man, i'm even more stressed wearin' a vest hopein' that their aimin' at my chest much too young to bite tha bullet hand on tha trigga I see my life before my eyes each time I pull it I hope I live to be a man must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state penn counting pennys over tha years I'd done stacked many proven wrong those who swore i'd wouldn't live till twenty now they gotta cope since it's tha only thing I know it's difficult to let it go i'm startin' to loose my hair cause I worry hustlin' to keep from gettin' buried but now I gotta move away now cause these suckers wanna spray where I lay down my homie lost his family and snapped shot up half tha block to bring them back tha streetz R Deathrow Chorus (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') (like it ain't nothin') i'm dangerous when drunk I only drink beer gin makes me sin unable to think clear heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close BOOM BOOM BOOM got me shooting at a ghost some call me crazy but this is what you gave me amongst tha babies, who raised up from tha slavery I sport a vest and hit tha sess to kill tha stress moved out west and I invest in all tha best those who test will find a bullet in they chest put ta rest by a brotha who was hopeless grow up broke on tha rope of insanity how many pistols smoking coming from a broken family i'm sick of being tired sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed tired of hearin' these voices in my head tha streetz R Deathrow Chorus (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') this goes out to my partners in tha Live Squad (like it ain't nothin') and all my partners involved in that 187 watch your back... (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') There got to be a better way... (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') There's too many of us in tha cemetary (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') come on, what we gonna do now (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow Artist: 2Pac Album: Poetic Justice soundtrack Song: Definition of a Thug Nigga My definition of a thug nigga I played the cards I was given Thank God I'm still livin' Pack my 9 till it's time to go to prison As I'm bailin' down the block That I come punk (?) Still gotta pack a gun In case some young muthafuckas wanna play dumb I guess I live life forever jugglin' But I'll be hustlin' till the early morning 'cause I'm strugglin' Like drinkin' liquor Make the money come quicker Gettin' pages from my bitches Time to dick her I ain't in love with her I just wanna be the one to hit her Drop off and let the next nigga get her That's the way it goes It's time to shake a hoe Make the doe Break a hoe when it's time to make some mo' I keep my finger on the trigga of my Glock Ridin' down the block Lickin' shots at the punk ass cops And spittin' game through my mobile phone The type of shit to get them hoes to bone My definition of a thug nigga (Chorus x3) Tis the season to be servin' What you doin'? Mob-Mobbin' like a muthafucka Well, I roll with a crew of zoo niggas Quick to pull a 9 when it's time to do niggas Comin' thru Like I'm two niggas A true nigga fuck a zig zag Roll me a blunt and pass the brew nigga I'm drivin' drunk on the freeway So take it easy Lookin' for a new face to skeez man Everybody lookin' for a nut But I'm searching for the big bucks Give a fuck Rather die than be stuck In a one room shack and Kickin' back daydreaming with the 9 in my lap So how's that from the mind of a thug nigga Bought a fo' five cuz I heard that the slug's bigger Figure the first muthafucka to jump 'll find hisself getting swept off his feet by the pump I put that on my moms Word to the muthafuckin' trigga Before I go broke I'll be a drug dealer A thug nigga (Chorus x3) Tis the season to be servin' What you doin'? Mob-Mobbin' like a muthafucka Short than a muthafucka Snatched up by one-time Make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime So here we go We in the inner city I keep my hand on my gat and stay cool My attitude is shitty Niggas don't like me cuz I'm making ends Roll in a Benz and I blaze a blunt 'Cause I'm all in And any nigga trying to take what I got 'll hafta deal with the 16 shot Glock Huh, so here we go I can't be faded Happy than a muthafucka Finally made it Got my money in my pocket Finger on the trigga And I ain't takin' shit from no niggas I'm just tryin' to make some money aight Put some muthafuckin' food in my tummy right I'm feeling good like I'm s'posed to Ready to ball Find a spot and we can serve 'em all My definition of a thug nigga. Artist: 2Pac 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 motherfuckers 'fore they get you Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's My enemies scatter in suicidal situations Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches Bitches is bad-mouth, cause ballin motherfuckers 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 Niggaz 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 shit" - Dr. Dre Verse Two: Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the punk When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done Callin the coroner come collect the fuckin 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 niggaz and broke bitches equal packed jails Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion 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 motherfuckers '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 niggaz A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa Overdose of a dick, 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 nigga 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 Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonight Chorus Artist: 2Pac Album: Me Against the World Song: It Ain't Easy I take a shot of Henessee now I'm strong enough to face the madness nickel bags full of sess weed laced with hash phone calls from my niggas 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 foolish troop I spend more time with my niggas then I do with you But everywhere it's the same thang that's the game, I'll be damned if a thang changed Fuck the fame I'll be hustling to make a million lord knows, ain't no love for us ghetto children so we cold, rag top slowin' down time to stop for gas peep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass Uhh, It ain't easy, that's my motto drinkin' tangeray straight out da bottle everybody wanna know if I'm insane my baby mama gotta mind full of silly games all the drama got me stressen like I'm hopeless I can't cope me and my homies smokin' roaches cuz we broke late night hangin' out till the sunrise getten high watchin' the cops roll by Uhh, It ain't easy Chorus (3X) It ain't easy being me Will I see the penitentary or will I stay free Uhh.. I can't sleep niggas plottin' on to kill me While I'm dreaming wake up screaming cuz I can hear them suckas scheming Probably paranoid, Problem is I'm supposed to be fantasing A brother bite the bullet Open I'm fire And I thought "I wonder why this the way it is" Even now looking of for these Killa kids Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin' doin' 20 to life in San Quintan Gettin calls from my nigga Mike Tyson Ain't nuttin' nice Yo Pac, "Do something rightegous with your life Even thou you innoccent You still a nigga So they figure rather have behind bars then triggas But I'm hold ya down And holla Thug Life" lickin' shots till I see My niggas free On my block No, it ain't easy Till I see my niggas free On the block Chorus (3X) It ain't easy being me Will I see the penitentary or will I stay free Uhh.... Lately, I've been reminicin' about pepermint snaps 'n Junior High hit the block Keepin' eyes on the cops While D-boyz slang rocks Its the project ked without a conscience I'm having dreams of hearing screams at my concerts meetin' 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 and my appollar cuz these hard times make me wanna hollar will I live to see tommorrow ? am I fallin' off ? I hit the weed And proceed to say, fuck all of y'all ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin' I can't go home cuz mutha-fuckas 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 and these county blues gettin' battered and bruised by the you know who and these fakes get the shakin' when they face me, snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me sittin' in this livin' hell listenin' to niggas yell tryin' to torture to tell I'm gettin' ill But ain't nobody sayin' much The same old nuts Is makin' bucks While these sluts is gettin' fucked they violated my pobation and it seems I'll be going on a long vacation Meanwhile... It ain't easy No it ain't easy Chorus (3X) It ain't easy being me Will I see the penitentary or will I stay free Uhh... Artist: 2Pac Album: All Eyez On Me Song: All Eyez On Me (Tupac Talking) Big Syke, Noop, Payne, Bogard, Big Serv Y'all know how this shit go (you know) All Eyez On Me Muthafucka, Legit Roll up in the club and shit All Eyez On Me All Eyez On Me But you know what (Tupac) I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust So many playa hating niggas 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 nigga, Holla when you see me And let these devils be sorry, but they finally freed me I got a cariban of niggas, every time we ride (every time we ride) Hitting mutha-fuckas up when we pass by (when we pass by) Until I die Live the life of a Boss playa, cuz even when I'm high Fuck 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 Bitches 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-fuckin razor blade Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies One niggas getting jealous, and muthafuckas 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 niggas, and low riders, and ski masks screaming Thug Life every time they pass All Eyez on Me (Chorus -- Tupac) Live my life as a Thug nigga 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 nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) cuz we be getting high (Syke talking) Heeyyy, to my nigga Pac (Syke) So much trouble in the world, nigga 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' nigga 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 shit is handling my business nigga keep on coastin' where yah goin' I been there came back as lonely homie steady flaunting against the grain nigga still don't know me It's about the money, and the rap shit, this crap shit It ain't funny niggas don't even know how to act shit 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 niggas can't stand me All Eyez on Me (Chorus -- Tupac) Live my life as a Thug nigga 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 nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) cuz we be getting high (Tupac) The feds is watchin', niggas 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 shit Was hyper as a kid, alone, as a teenager, on the mobile calling big shots on the scene major Packing hundreds in my drawers, Fuck the law Bitches I fuck with a passion, 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 nigga untill the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa cuz we be getting high These niggas got me tossin' shit I put the top down now its time to floss my shit Keep your head up nigga, make these muthafuckas 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 muthafucka Lets get rich and we'll kick it All eyez on Me (Chorus -- Tupac) Live my life as a Thug nigga 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 nigga 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 (Tupac talking) Pay attention my niggas see how that shit go gonna walk up in this muthafucka and its gonna be like "bing" Cowards Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (Bitches) cuz we be getting high Every mutha fuckin' way I got a bustas, hoes, and police watching a nigga You know Live my life as a Thug nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 Artist: 2Pac Album: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z. Song: I Get Around Oh, Yeah... I Get Around... Still clownin' with the Underground where we come around Stronger than ever... Back to get freck, All respect to those who break their neck To keep their hos in check 'Cuz, oh, they sweat up rather majorly And I don't know why your girl keeps paging me. She tell me that she needs me Cries when she leaves me And every time she sees me she squeez me. Lady take it easy... Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don't want it if it's that easy. And yo bus' it, baby got a problem saying bye bye Just another hazard of a fly guy. You ask why... don't matter My pockets got fatter, now everybody's looking for the ladder. And ain't no need in be greedy, If you wanna see me try a beeper number baby when you need me. And I'll be there in a jiffy.. Don't be picky. Just be happy with this quicky... But when you learn, you can't tie me down Baby doll... check it out... I get around.. (Round and round) The Underground just don't stop for hos I get around. Hey yo Shock, let them hos know... Now you can tell from my everday fits, I ain't rich So cease and desist with them tricks (Tricks) I'm just another black man caught up in the mix (Mix) Trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents. (A dime and a nickel) Just 'cuz I'm a freak don't mean that we could hit the sheets Baby, I can see that you don't recognize me. I'm Shock-G, the one who put the satin on your panties Never knew a hooker that could sham me. I get around. What's up love, how you doin'? (All right) Well I've been hangin' sangin, tryin' to do my thang Oh, you heard that I was bangin' Your home girl you went to school with That's cool, but did she tell you about her sister and your cousin thought I wasn't See, weekends were made for Michelob But it's a Monday, my day, So just let me hit it, yo And don't mistake mistake me for a clown We can keep in the down low long as you know That I get around. (Round and round) 2Pac in the town don't stop for ho's I get around. Why ain call you (hahaha.. please) Fingertips on the hip says I tip Gotta get a tight grip, don't slip Loose lips, sank ships, it's a trip, I love the way she licks her lips See me jockin', put a little twist in her hips 'cuz I'm watchin' Conversations on the phone 'til the break of dawn, Now we all alone, why the lights on? Turn 'em off, time to set it off Get you wet 'n' soft, Something's on your mind, let it off. You don't know me, You just met me, You won't let me, Well if I couldn't have it, (silly rabbit) Why you sweat me? It's a lot of real G's doin' time 'Cuz a groupy bit the trooper told a lie. You picked the wrong guy, baby if you're too fly You need to hit the dough, search for a new guy. 'Cuz I only got one night in town, Break down and be clown, Baby doll and you down, I get around (Round and round) Artist: 2Pac Album: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z. Song: Guess Who's Back Drop the drums here it comes Only got two minutes to bounce, and every second counts Better press, wreck on your tek Here we go, set passed on Moet My trickery more slippery when wet Wicked as I flip, don't trip, get a grip It'll kick, if the bass lines thick, it's a hit Everybody's got a mic now, its like a hobby But more like a job, cause bootleggers trying to rob me And little man wants to be a rap star Make papes, hit skins, and drive a phat car It ain't easy, sleazy, even decieveing No scheme believeing No bitter [???] [???] Knock a pig to pick so here's a stick to lick I shoot to give till there ain't nothing left And if I find that the tracks sound def I catch wreck till I lose my breath Thats how it goes in the land of broke I dispose of those, rock shows, and collect my dough Now I suppose I'm the bad guy, why? I stay high and try to stay high Lifes a mess don't stress test [? I'm giving, won't think without 'cha living ?] bless Guess who's back coming back with the track supply With Special Ed and Ak, coming right and attack I'm fighting back, now snap, where they at When its time to go to combat Guess who's back Yes I'm back Tupac is back (4x) Drop the drums here it comes Only got one minute to bounce, and every second counts I went from hustlin' big, to makin' hits While some tricks I'm sure to be rich for ninety-six I pull my 'capes, on tapes to make Lets trace the base, to the tape With the badest bass to date I try to shake it, but the pace is hard to break Thoughts I wait, cause they hate my black take Yeah, its on, its back in the rap race But if ya got a black face, its a rat race I struggle to be rugged and raw dude Trying to survive in the trials and lawsuits Everybody wants to test me WHY ME? No lie, nothing tried when they try me Giving up the roughness, justice I'm a bust as I ripping up enough hits And Guess who's back No longer trapped Cuz, I snapped on the ones that held me back feeling contact ride the track get I grip as I flip get a licking as I kick Guess who's back Yes I'm back Tupac is back (4x) Artist: 2Pac Album: All Eyez On Me Song: Heartz of Men Ahh, 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 its 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. Mackaveli 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 untill 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 untill the moment that they let me breathe again The heartz of men (Chorus) 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 tonights 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 villian if ya let me I'll Muthafuck ya 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 muthafuckin' friends nigga Look inside the heartz of men (Chorus) 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 muthafucka 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 Artist: 2Pac Album: All Eyez On Me Song: Heaven Ain't Hard 2 Find (Tupac Talking) Heaven ain't hard to find (All you gotta do is look) (Tupac) Simply because you nervous, let me start off with my conversation Hoping my information, eleviates the hesitiation I can see it clearly now catch you smiling through your frown I'm askin' Baby Boo are you down ? Although I know you've heard about my reputation across the nation "Mr. I get around" My temptaion got me dripping wet perspiration I'm activated by the moves your making Baby why you faking? strip naked get the love making See its all in your mind, so every time I sip a glass of wine I fantasize till that ass is mine Never gettin' but wanting, never touching but wishing A straight thug on a mission until I get what I'm missing Stop with the beeper, baby Listen, I know you're grown, but pay attention Let me hypnotize with my tounge kissen' This is a message to bomb bodies and all dimes Turn around one more time Heaven ain't hard to find (Chorus) (Heaveeen) Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaven ain't hard to find) Heaven ain't hard to find Infact you can have it just have faith Just like a little kid, still believing in magic It takes a lot of scarifice with all the lonely nights on tour I need somebody I can trust in my life Let me apply the brakes baby you're moving to fast My conversations are getting deeper, but first let me ask Are you afraid of a thug ? and have you ever made love with [?cherries?] and bubbles sipping in your tub Touch me and let me activate your bloodpressure This Thug Passion help the average man love better Picture me naked and glistening beneath the moonlight mist Take a shot of that alazhay come give me a kiss And maybe we can be better friends perhaps we'll be closer I'll be the thug in your life baby and you'll be my soulja And I know it takes some time And you got a lot of questions on your mind But relax, in due time Heaven Ain't Hard to Find (Chorus) (Heaveeen) Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaven ain't hard to find) You think we all dogs, thats why you cautious when I approached you Been talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken Through my eye contact, I wink and you respond back Look at me whats all that ? Huh its like the closer you get, Baby the quicker I'm speaking I got a flight out Chicago, lets kick it this weekend I'm sipping Heneesee and coke tho' addicted to weed smoke I'm fiendin' for your body even mo' Oh god help me identify me truest thoughts your hidden motives full of passion who would of thought Come hollar at me baby, love me for my thug nature Far from a playa hater, label me a money maker Straight heart breaker Baby we can be friends I can soup you in my Benz we'll ride I'll let you floss it for your friends Once we begin until the end, it gets better with time I'm makin' love to your mind baby Heaven ain't hard to find (Chorus) (Heaveeen) Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaven ain't hard to find) Artist: 2Pac f/ Richie Rich 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 nigga tryin ta make a livin' These busta tricks don't know no male they spending they riches on scandelous bitches who stay petrified in jail it's hell plus all tha dealers want a meal ticket jelous ass bitches 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 niggas 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 nigga I ain't no joke fuck what they sayin and get your dough nigga 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 shit Certain niggas 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 niggas be twisten and taken shit 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 nigga meaning buy your own dope cause that front shit is punk shit something I never funked with be true to this game and this game will be true to you that's real shit disrespect see what this will do to you jackin' and robin' and dispisen' your homie ain't healthy niggas 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 nigga livin' reseidential to a young nigga 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 niggas I despise them loud talken' cowards shootin' guns into crowds jepordiseing lives shootem' right between a niggas eyes it's time to realize follow tha rules or follow tha fools, then die everybodies tryin ta make tha news niggas 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 bitches and tha fame Heavy in tha Game Chorus Artist: 2Pac f/ Outlawz Album: How Do U Want It 12" Song: Hit 'Em Up Intro: Tupac I ain't got no motherfuckin friends That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker (take money) West side!! Bad Boy killers (take money) You know the realest is niggaz (take money) We bring it to you (take money) Verse One: Tupac First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim West side when we ride come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace I let them niggas know it's on for life So let the West side ride tonight hahahah Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ... Chorus: Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace NIGGA, I hit em' up... Interlude: Tupac Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level I'ma let my little homies ride on you bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!! Verse Two: Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Biggie Smallz just got dropped Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour and hit em up Chorus Verse Three: Tupac Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping smokin dope it's like a sherm high Niggaz think they learned to fly But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me I'm a self made milionare Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK I'm still the thug you love to hate Motherfucker, I hit em up Verse Four: I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease I bring you fake G's to your knees Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up? Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block with 15 shots cock glock to your knot Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked Verse Four: Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser Bout to get murdered for the paper Idi Amin approach the scene Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin in the wide open, guns smokin no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across Soon as the funk was poppin off Nigga I hit em up Outro: Tupac Now you tell me who won I see them, they run They don't wanna see us Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us? You little young ass motherfuckers Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin? You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around and have a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up That's how we do it on our side Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it But we ain't singin, we bringin drama Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama We gonna kill all you motherfuckers Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion Well this how we gonna do this Fuck Mobb Deep Fuck Biggie Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label and as a motherfuckin crew And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy Then fuck you too Chino XL, fuck you too All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money) (take money) Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow You motherfuckers can't be us or see us We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs West side till we die! Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers We do our job You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz All you motherfuckers feel us Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple (take money) You niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they motherfuckers back, you know how it is When we drop records they feel it You niggaz can't feel it We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes* Artist: 2Pac Album: Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z. Song: Holla if You Hear Me Ah yeah... Uhh Uhh Hollar if Ya Hear me Yeah... Here we go Turn it up Let's start From block ta block We're snatchin' hearts And jackin' marks And tha punk police can't fade me And maybe We can have peace someday 'G' But right now I got my mind set up Lookin down tha barrell of my 9 Get up Cause it's time to make tha pay back phat To my brothers on tha block--better stay strapped black And accept no substitutes I bring truth to tha youth tear tha roof off tha ol' school Oh no, I won't turn tha other cheek In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week Now we gotta make it smash Blast How long will it last, till tha broke get more cash Until then Raise up! Tell my young black males Blaze up! Lifes a mess don't stress Test I'm givin ..[????] Much love to my brothers in tha pen See ya when I free ya If not, when they shut me in Once again, is there no one else strapped Keep ya hands on ya gat Now ya boys watch ya back Cause in tha alleys of cali i'ma tell ya Mess with tha best and tha vest couldn't help ya Scream, if ya feel me See it clearly? your too near me Chorus Hollar if Ya Hear me Hollar if Ya Hear me Hollar if Ya Hear me Pump ya fists like this Hollar if ya hear me (pump, pump) if ya pissed To tha sell-outs livin' it up One way or another you'll be givin it up I guess cause i'm black boy I'm supposed to say 'peace', sing songs, and get capped on ? But it's time for tha new plan, BAM! I'll be swingin' like a one man clan Here we go Turn it up Don't stop To my homies on tha block Gettin' dropped by cops I'm still around for ya Keepin' my sound Underground for ya And i'ma throw a changup Quayle, like you never brought my name up Now my homies in tha backstreets Tha blackstreets They fear me when they rollin in they phat jeeps This ain't just a rap song A black song Tellin all my brothers, get they strap on And look for me in tha struggle Hustlin' to tha other brotha's bubble Chorus Hollar if Ya Hear me Hollar if Ya Hear me Hollar if Ya Hear me Will I quit, will I quit? They claimin' that i'm violent But still I kick Representin' Never give up on a good thing Wouldn't stop it if we could It's a hood thing And now i'm like a major threat 'Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget Bring tha noise To all my boyz Know tha real from tha bustas And the decoys And if ya hustle like a real 'G' Pump ya fists if ya feel me Hollar if Ya Hear me Learn to survive in tha nine-tre I make crime pay I was in crime pay Whatever it takes to make a stand Cause nobody else'l give a damn So we live like caged beasts Waitin' for tha day to let tha rage free Still me, till they kill me I love it when they fear me Hollar if Ya Hear me Chorus Hollar if Ya Hear me Hollar if Ya Hear me Hollar if Ya Hear me Artist: 2Pac Album: All Eyez On Me Song: Holla At Me (Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood Yeah with that funky sound *so funky* we be throwin' down) This goes out to you playa you know...you know who you are Chorus: repeat 3X Gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me So when ya see me nigga Ya better Holla at me Verse One: 2Pac 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 fools fate without your word your 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 mothafucken 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 Chorus: 2Pac (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) So I gotta be carefull, 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) Verse Two: 2Pac courious 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 contemplatin' 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 jelousy 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 Chorus (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) (Ohhhhhh....) Verse Three: 2Pac 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 sitten' 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 cemetary full of mothafuckers 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.... Chorus (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) (Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood Yeah with that funky sound (so funky) we be throwin' down) Chorus (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) (Ohhhhhhhh, heeeeyyy, ohhhhh nooo noooo noooooo) Artist: 2Pac w/ K-Ci, JoJo Album: All Eyez on Me Song: How Do You Want It [KC and JoJo of Jodeci] 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 (Tupac) Love tha way you agrivate 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 eleviate 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 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 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' hochies 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... [KC and JoJo] 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 (Tupac) 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 hitten' 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 ontop 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 muthafucker 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 your lame so I gotta hit you with tha high facts won't someone listen ? makin' millions niggas 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 fuck I'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss Nigga tell me how you want it..... [KC and JoJo] 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 (Tupac) 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 fucken 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 ? [KC and JoJo] 8X 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 Artist: Thug Life (f/ 2Pac) w/ Nate Dogg Album: Thug Life Song: How Long Will They Mourn Me? How long will they mourn me Yeah! This for my nigga Kato It's still on nigga Thug Life, Thugs for life Ha Ha yeah, how long will they mourn me Yeah nigga 2Pac in this muthafucka (Tupac) All my homies drinking liquor Tears in everybody's eyes Niggas cried to mourn a homies homicide But I can't cry instead I'm just a shoulder Damn, why they take another soldier I load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry I'll get them suckas back before your buried (shit) Retaliate and pull a 187 do real niggas get to go to heaven ? How long will they mourn me, bury me a muthafuckin 'G' Bitch don't wanna die then don't fuck with me It's kinda hard to be optimistic When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted Y'all don't hear me doe, I'm trying hard to make amends But I'm losing all my muthafuckin friends (damn) They should've shot me when I was born Now I'm trapped in the muthafuckin' storm How long will they mourn me ? (Chorus) I wish it would have been another How long will they mourn me How long will they mourn my brother (Got them niggas all dead and shit) How long will they mourn me I wish it would have been another (Nate Dogg) How long will they mourn me How long will they mourn my brother (Gotta keep this shit goin' on, Yo Syke) (Syke) How long will they mourn me Every muthafuckin' day homie You stayed down when tha other niggas didn't know me From my heart to the trigga you my fuckin' nigga And things won't be the same without ya nigga I remember kickin' back, you wanted to lack And goin' half on a muthafuckin' hundred sack Smokin' blunt after blunt and steady drinkin' Hung around so much, you knew what I was thinkin' Tell me Lord, why you take big Kato ? So confused not knowing which way to go I'm goin crazy and runnin' out of fuckin' time I can't take it, I'm losin' my fuckin' mind So day after day ride after ride We'll hook up on the other side Watch over your family and your newborn Till we meet again homie How long will they mourn me ? (Chorus) I wish it would have been another (Yo Kato) How long will they mourn me (It's still on nigga) How long will they mourn my brother How long will they mourn me I wish it would have been another (Yeah) How long will they mourn me How long will they mourn my brother (Rated R, Double Jeopardy, Mack 10) (Rated R) Damn a nigga tired of feeling sad I'm tired of putting in work I'm tired of cryin while watching my homies leave the earth I know soon one day I'll be in the dirt And my peoples'll be mournin' When they get a call from the coroner All niggas can say is that's fucked up And get tossed up Reminiscing how we grew up (my nigga) Rest and love to my nigga Kato See you in the crossroads real soon For now let me pour out some brew I'll be always thinkin' of ya homie Rest in peace How long will they mourn me ? () Ya know life's a fuckin' trip And everybody gotta go But why the fuck it have to be my nigga Kato Another nigga fell victim to the chrome It's enough to make you crazy It's fuckin' with my dome Ya only live once on this earth A nigga had it bad, since the day of my mutahfuckin' birth But niggas say they down and they always be my homie But when a nigga gone How long will ya mourn me ? (Chorus) Yeah! I wish it would have been another (Mack 10 in this muthafucka) Yeah, how long will ya mourn me How long will ya mourn my bother (Thug Life boy, Nate blowin' that shit, Nate Dogg do that shit nigga) I wish it would have been another Yeah! How long will ya mourn me How long will ya mourn my brother (This for my nigga Kato and all his kids) How long will ya mourn me I wish it would have been another How long will ya mourn my brother Artist: 2Pac Album: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z. Song: Keep Ya Head Up Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots I give a holler to my sisters on welfare Tupac cares and don't nobody else care I know they like to beat ya down a lot When you come around the block brothas clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but don't forget keep your head up And when he tells you you ain't nothin don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him Cuz sista you don't need him And I ain't tryin to gash up, I just call em how I see em You know it makes me unhappy When brothas make babies and leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real to our women And if we don't then we'll have a race of babies That hate the ladies that make the babies And since a man can't make one HE HAS NO RIGHT TO TELL A WOMEN WHEN AND WHERE TO CREATE ONE So would the real men get up I know your fed up ladies, but keep your head up Artist: 2Pac f/ Ice Cube, Ice-T Album: Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z. Song: Last Wordz Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house the nigga you love to hate [ICE CUBE] Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror the paranoid, gots to get the boy Get your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits, styles guns my uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton bucking down one, bucking down two, bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black Cause god damn its a brand new payback Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga on tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag the nigga the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a fag So, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokes Cuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs No yokes but smokes Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for cars Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house [Ice T] O to the mutha fuckin G I break crazy a lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me mutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can't stop me UHH, am I a G, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up [?Hit the mob dope?] So whats up Punk You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shot Your moms crying fuck her bust her Bitch start screaming to me and I'll dust her Pops got the LP phat, track on hit Laid by the mutha fuckin' Bobcat Ninety three suckas want me to go out Throw the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm rich Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Got any last wordz [Tupac] Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas black Sit back Ain't afraid to pull a triggar back Let 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker [Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckers Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets? Mutha-fucker rednecks all the same Feel a real nigga if he ain't balled and chained That's why we burn shit and wreck Cause the punk police ain't learned shit yet You mutha-fuckas gonna pay the price Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life It's on, the next real nigga fall dead Dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head Be prepared for the smoke to bust What niggas need to do is start loc'in up United we stand divided we fall They can shoot one nigga But they can't take us alll Let's get along with the Mexicans And we can all have peace on the sets again Imagine that if it took place [ha ha ha] Keeping the smile off their white fakes I ain't racist but lets trade places Trace the hate 'n face it One nigga teach two niggas three teach four niggas And them niggas teach more niggas And when we blast That'll be the biggest blast you've heard And them is my last wordz Artist: 2Pac Album: All Eyez On Me Song: Life Goes On Chorus: repeat 2X 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..... Verse One: 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 alchol and booty calls we usta do them as adolecents 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 your 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 Chorus Verse Two: 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 babies 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 cemetary tho' memories fade I got your name tated 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 Chorus Verse Three: 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 chasen 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... Chorus *repeats to end* (sung overtop repeating chorus) 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 basicaly 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. Artist: 2Pac Album: Me Against the World Song: Lord Knows Damn...another funeral, another mothafucken' funeral Chorus Lord Knows Lord Knows Lord Knows I smoke a bunt ta take tha pain out and if I wasn't high, probably try and blow my brains out i'm hopeless they shoulda tried to kill me as a baby but, now they got me trapped in tha storm, i'm goin crazy forgive me they wanna see me in my casket and if I don't blast i'll be a victim of tha bastards i'm loosing hope, they got me stressen, can tha Lord forgive me got tha spirit of a thug in me another sip of that drink, this hennesee got me queaze don't wanna hurl, young nigga take it easy picture your dreams on a triple beam and it seems don't underestimate tha power of a feind to tha homies on tha block slangin' rocks with ya glocks put this tape in your box when your runnin' from tha cops and never look back if they could be black then they would switch open fire on those busta-ass bitches and Lord Knows... Chorus Lord Knows Lord Knows Lord Knows I wonder if tha Lord will forgive me or bury me a 'G' I couldn't let my adversaries worry me and every single day it's a test wear a bullet-proof vest and still a nigga stressen over death If I could choose when a nigga die figure I, take a puff on tha blunt and let my trigga fly when everyday is another death with every breath, it's a constant threat so watch your step you could be next if ya want to who do ya run to? murderin niggas, look what it's come to my memories bring me misory and life is hard in tha ghetto, it's insanity I can't breath got me thinkin', what do hell got? cause I done suffered so much, i'm feelin' shell shocked and drive-by's are an everyday thang I already lost to many homies to this mothafucken' game and Lord Knows.... Chorus Lord Knows Lord Knows Lord Knows Fuck tha Five-o cause they after me kill me if they could I'll never lett'em capture me I lost too many niggas to this gangbangin' Homie dies in my arms, with his brains hangin' fucked up! I had to tell him it was alright and that's a lie, and he knew it when he shock and died my God even though I know i'm wrong man Hennesee make a nigga think he strong, man I cant sleep, so I stay up don't wanna fuck them bitches, try to clam me down I ain't given up i'm getten lost in tha weed, man gettin high livin' everday, like i'm gonna die (gonna die, gonna die) I smoke a blunt to take tha pain out and if I wasn't high probably try ta blow my brains out Lord Knows.... Lord Knows Lord Knows..... Artist: 2Pac f/ Daz, Kurupt, Method Man, Redman Album: All Eyez On Me Song: Got My Mind Made Up Verse One: Daz You find an MC like me who's strong Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star Finally realizing who the fuck we are When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded would it be the greatest MC of all time When I created rhyme for the simple fact When I attack I crush your pride My intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar for me to put down my guard, I'm faced 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... Verse Two: Tupac So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin We must be based on nothin better than communication Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations Sorry I left that ass waitin No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers 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 acvtivatin 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 Chorus: Method Man I got my mind made up, come on... [come on] get in get in too [get on it] let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha night I got my mind made up, come on... get in get in too let it ride... tonight's tha night Verse Three: Kurupt Well I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophalaks for protection So my fuckin sac won't collapse Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's shows my heart's as cold as the tundra Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes My verbal snipe, your vocab on site I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator I rock from here to there, to Philly and back To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat Verse Four: Method Man Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers like Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers] The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!! Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen Half of my Clan's three deep felons Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel Man I stay on point like icicles Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical All up in your motherfuckin mouth Head banger boogie Catch me on tour with Al Doogie Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me Better take one and pass or that's that ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast Verse Five: Redman Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards Let's face it, there's no replacement Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted I got connects like Federal Express to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch Got the clear spot from tha rear block to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot With, this underground cannabis I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst Then proceeds like keys My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake So I erase the whole front row at the wake I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place Confidence for you shaky ass folks Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked choke, off this anecdote got you ope Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly And I'm out for nine nickel [INS tha rebels] [West, list this, this, this...] Artist: 2Pac f/ Dramacydal 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... Artist: 2Pac Album: The Show soundtrack Song: My Block They got a nigga shedding tears Reminiscin' on my past fears Cuz shit was hectic for me last year and it appears That i've been marked for death My heartless breath The underlying causeing my arrest My life is stressed and no rest forever weary My eyes stay teary for all tha brothas That I buried in tha cemetery Shit is scary Black on black crime legendary but at times unnessecary i'm gettin' worried teardrops and closed caskets The blue strikes large drastics and uncertain death For us ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arressted But open fire Life in tha penn ain't for me cuz i'd rather die but don't cry do or dispair I wonder if tha lord still cares For us niggas on welfare and he cares if we survive The only time he notice a nigga Is when he clutching on a four-five and my neighborhood ain't tha same Cause all these little babies goin crazy or they sufferin' in tha game and I swear it's like a trap But I ain't given up on tha hood It's all good When I go back Hoes show me love Niggas give me props Forever hop cause it don't stop on my block (Chorus) Now shits constantly hot On my block, it never fails to be gunshots Can't explain a mothers pain when her son drops Black male livin' in hell when will we prevail fearin jail but crack sales got me livin' well and tha systems sucidal with this Thugs Life Stayin' strapped and forever Trapped In this Drug Life God help me, cause i'm starvin' Can't get a job So I resort to violent robberies My life is hard Can't sleep cause all tha dirt make my heart hurt Put in work n' shed tears for my dead peers mislead from childhood where I went astray 'Till this day I still pray for a better way can't help but feel helpless and heart broke From tha start I felt tha racism cause i'm dark couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent hit tha bar n' played tha star Everywhere I went and in my heart, I felt alone Out here on my own I close my eyes and picture home On my block (Chorus) and I can't help but wonder whhhy So many young kids had to die caught strays from AK's N' the drive-by Swollen Pride and Homicide don't coincide Brothers cry for broken lives Mama come inside cause our block is filled with danger usta be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers Time changes us to stone them crack pipes All up and down tha block Exterminatin' black life But I can't blame tha dealers My mamma's welfare check Has bought tha next mans Chrome Wheels Shits real, I know ya feel My tragedy A single mother with a problem child Daddy free Hangin out pickin up game Sippin' cheap liquor Gamin' tha hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her It's a man's world Stayin' Strapped fantasies of a nigga livin Phat but held back Pipe dreams can make tha night seem hopeless Wide eyed and losin' focus On My Block (Chorus) and block parties in tha projects lastin' way past daylight a young nigga learned to break nine usta play fight with my homies but they stuck in tha penn I send them ends but it's tuff on a friend in my mind I see tha same motherfuckas ballin' Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip n' fall miss his call I know tha young niggas understand this growing up in this world where everything is scandalous I reminisce on tha fast times past crimes tryin' to cop a slice a pizza with my last dime I can't explain Just what attracts me to this dirty game Gold Chains, some extra change, and tha street fame but what's strange is that everybody knows my name Swear they all know me and lots a cash make a nigga change I hit tha green just to maintain Feelin' Pain For all tha Niggas I lost to tha game from my block Artist: 2Pac Album: All Eyez On Me Song: No More Pain (Tupac speaking) Hey Devante... Nigga, don'tcha' know we're gonna sow up every bitch in tha country Me and you...up in tha same muthafucken room on tha same level...with this shit here...hahahaha...please ...No more Pain... that's right nigga and guard that shit boy (Tupac) My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes My lyrics explode on contact Gamin' you hos who else, but Mama's only son Fuck phony niggas on the run Say my name, watch bitches cum Now fire when ready Stay watchin' now figure Increase speed Make you muthafuckas bleed from your mouth quicker Plus all these niggas that you run with Be on some dumb shit Trick on the hos 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 muthafucka came When I die I wanna be a livin' legend Say my name Affiliated with this mind fuckin' game with no more pain (Chorus x4) 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 (Chorus x4) 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 niggas will bleed fuckin' with me You'll be deceased Never restin' in peace nigga with no more pain (Chorus x4) I came to bring the pain Hardcore to the brain Let's go inside, my astroplane Artist: 2Pac w/ Rappin 4-Tay Album: All Eyez On Me Song: Only God Can Judge Me [Tupac Talking] Only God Can Judge Me (is that right) Nobody else, Nobody else All you other muthafuckas Get out of my business (Tupac) 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 Everybodies dyin' Tell me, Whats the use of tryin' I've been trapped since birth Cautious, cause I'm cursed and fantansies 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 Everybodies 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.... (Chorus) (repeated...) Only God Can Judge Me... (Tupac) 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 everytime I breathe I think their killing me I'm having nightmares Homicidal fantansies I wake up stranglin' Danglin' my bed sheets I call the nurse cuz it hurts To reminise 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 cementary talkin' to the dirt I'd rather die like a man than live like a coward there's a ghetto up in Heaven and its 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 muthafuckas stressin' just like me Only God can Judge Me..... (Chorus) (repeats...) 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 (Rappin 4-Tay) 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 Will you start praying ? Ain't no such thing as self defence In the court of law So Judges when we get to where were goin to cross that's real Gotti, 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 your 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 represtin' 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 bandwaggon Still be draggin' sellin' lies Don't think I don't see you haters I know you all in disguise (Tupac) Guess you figure you know me cuz I'm a thug that love to hit the late night club 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.... (Chorus) (repeated...) Only God Can Judge Me... Artist: 2Pac f/ Dramacydal Album: Me Against the World Song: Outlaw [Tupac] That's right nigga you gotta get your papers up in this motherfucker I ain't mad at ya at all [Tupac] hey yo, what tha fuck you wanna be when you grow up Ra Ra [Rah Rah] Nigga, is you stupid, I wanna be a motherfucken outlaw [Tupac] that's right nigga, hahaha, house'n these ho's, you feel me? [Tupac] you gotta do that shit, keepen it real nigga or what ? [Rah Rah] keepin' it real! [Tupac] How old are you nigga [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 bitches see it too infact they be the reasons niggas get to bleeden but i'll fucken 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 motherfuckers 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 niggas in masks sent with tha task to harass and murder my ass will I last ? Heaven or Hell ? Freedom or Jail ? shit'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 niggas die murder without a motive by making motherfuckers fry got me runnin' from these coward ass crooked ass cops helicopters tryin ta hover over niggas till we drops Got no time for tha courts my only thought is open fire hit tha district attorney but, fuck that bitch, cause she's a lie now it's time to expire I see tha judge spray tha bitch 'motherfuckers 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 niggas lose they chest for ordinary reasons niggas bodies put ta rest so I just.. swallow my becks and holla 'fuck'em' and if i'm next just leta nigga step with somethin' I ain't fearin nothen young and thugin prepared for bustin if that's my destiny ready for whatever see you niggas 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 niggas 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] fuck tha judge, I gotta gruge punk police, niggas run tha streets it ain't nothen but muuuuzik shits changed 1995 tha games has changed motherfuckers 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 mothafuckers actin' less than G's stop bein a playa-hater be an inovator nigga fuck that shit don't be no entertainer and a stranger be a real mothafucker keep it real pack that steel cause you know these streets is real deal mothafuckers wanna see me in my casket jelous, mothafucken bastards i'll never die thug niggas multiply cause after me is Thug Life baby then tha young thugs then tha youngest thug of all my nigga Ra Ra Artist: 2Pac Album: Above the Rim soundtrack Song: Pain [voice sample from Star Trek V] I couln't help but notice your pain [My pain?] It runs deep Share it with me! They'll never take me alive i'm gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas Time ta die Even as a youngster causin' ruckis on tha back of the bus i was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust but now i'm labled as a trouble maker who can you blame ? smokin' weed helped me take away the pain so i'm hopeless rollin' down the freeway swervin' don't worry i'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry maybe if they tried to understand me what should i do ? i had to feed my fuckin' family what else could i do but be a thug out slangin' with the homies fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club got my mind on danger never been a stranger ta homicide my cities full of gang bangers and drive bys why do we die at an early age he was so young but still a victom of the 12 guage my memories of a corpse mind full of sick thoughts and i ain't goin back to court so fuck what you thought im drinkin' hennessey runnin from my enemies will i live to be 23 there's so much pain (Chorus) Ohhhh.... Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain Ohhhh.... Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain years and years of that rough life runnin crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a knife and livin trifed on the regular bokin out competitors see them take a move and take them down like a fuckin preditor get in trouble everyday in school act a fool and you know i had to break every rule showin off for the bitches cause i had the mad rep so i had to watch my back when it was time to step [????] with love for me pop, pop, pop and send a chuckle up above for me and yo come and seek ?? but i didnt cry broke and head off with the pack and started sellin coke and now i'm tha one that's lookin lovely pop the drop top and all tha bitches want ta rub me kick'em the game it's all the same i kick it back yo give'em slack yo and now they lable me tha mack yo people check it get disrespected if you front tha the birdman you heard man catch a couple shots from tha glock in my hand Damn! release some realistic with my biscuit you know you get your ass twisted so run for cover me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust so if your on nigga look for the guage to bust a lot of pressure with the street fame it's a deep game and my mama always cryin' yo there's so much pain (Chorus) Ohhhh... Ohhhh... They got me mobbin like i'm loc'ed and ready to get my slug on i load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on i ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me trust i got my glock cocked ready if they press me bust some motherfuckers with a PASSION better duck cause i ain't lookin when i'm BLASTIN i'm a nut and drinkin hennessey and gettin' high on tha lookout for my enemies don't wanna die tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major a buck fist across my face with my razor what can i do but be a thug until i'm dead and gone keep my brain on tha game and stay head strong these sorry bastards want to kill me in my sleep but will they can i see and everyday it just a struggle steady thuggin' in the streets and i'll be ballin' loc don't let'em make you worry keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried i was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta, with a motha on drugs i'm kickin dust up ready ta bust i'm on the scene steady muggin' mean until they kill me i'll be livin this life i know you feel me there's so much pain (Chorus) Ohhh... Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain Ohhh... Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain Ohhh... Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain Ohhh... Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain Ohhhhhh...... Artist: 2Pac w/ Wycked Album: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z. Song: Papa's Song Daddy's Home... [Tupac speaking] So...you say that like it means somethin to me You've been gone a mighty long muthafuckin time for you to be comin home talkin that 'daddy's home' shit We been getting along fine just without you Me, my brother, and my mother So if you don't mind, you can step the fuck off, pops Fuck you! (Tupac) Had to play catch by myself what a sorry sight A pitiful plight so I pray for a starry night Please send me a pops before puberty the things I would do to see a piece of family unity Moms always work, I barely see her I'm startin to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her It's a wonder they don't understand kids today so when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way And I hope that he answers me I heard, guns unlike people take a look at my family a different father every weekend before we get to meet him they breakup before the week ends I'm gettin sick of all the friendships As soon as we kick it he done split and then [uhh] shit ends quick How can I be a man if there's no role model Strivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle I'm so sorry... (Chorus) I'm so sorry for all this time for all this time for all this time (Wycked) Moms had to entertain many men didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again I'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother moms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father Shall I stay or run away tell me tha answer moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff moms was tough cause it's poppa wasn't man enough couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities instead of takin care of me he'd rather live lavishly That's why I'll never be a father unless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother That's when I started hatin the phony smiles said I was an only child [look at mama's lonely smile] It's hard for a son to see his mother cry She only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys (Chorus x2) I'm so sorry for all this time for all this time for all this time (Tupac) Man child in the promised land could afford many ??? moms was there only when pops was a no-show and Oh I guess ya didn't know that I would grow to be so strong lookin kinda pale was it the ale that pops was wrong Where was the money that you sent you would send me talked on the phone and ya sounded so friendly Ask about school and my welfare but it's clear, you ain't sincere hey, who the hell cares You think I'm blind but this time I see ya comin, Jack You grabbed your coat, leathers broke now ain't no runnin back Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart So don't even start with that 'wanna be your father' shit don't even bother with your dollars I don't need it I'll bury moms like you left me all alone G Now that that I finally found you, stay the Fuck away from me I'm so sorry... (Chorus x2) I'm so sorry for all this time for all this time for all this time (Tupac voiceover) I never meant to leave but I was wanted lost too many people every house ?of which was haunted? had to watch the strangers every brother was in danger If I was to keep you breathin had to have you out of range Had to move one to lost my name to beat the number maybe watch my back I had no happy home to run to Maybe it's my fault for being a father living fast But livin slow, we'd have no dough ???? ??? showed me it was wrong all along I wanted to make some dough so you could grow to be so strong It took a little longer than I thought I slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts Now I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand all I ever wanted was for you to be a man and grow to be the type you was meant to be Keep the war fightin by the writings that you sent to me I'm so sorry... (Chorus repeated till end) I'm so sorry for all this time for all this time for all this time Artist: 2Pac w/ Dramacydal, Storm, Jewell Album: All Eyez On Me Song: Thug Passion Intro: 2Pac Aight, new drink one part alazhay one part chrystal Thugs Passion baby y'all know what time it is This drink is Gauranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard now if ya with me Pour a glass and drink with a nigga know what I mean ? I ain't trying to turn you all niggas into alcholics Alcholics [ha ha] I'm just trying to turn you into muthafuckin thugs So come and get some of this thug passion Baby Verse One: Dramacydal I could pull out the drink and be good 'till it's relavent but I'm a straight solider, I'll roll up a nigga like its Heaven sent Tripping over dead presidents they got these derelicts I throw was down with this business Tryin' clown and get a cent and so rather than stand forever, been thinking drinking over a felony and hell of me and how it will be some other shit People telling me to cool out But they ain't feeling me a mutha fuckin fool 'bout my fuckin cheddar cheese and it pleases, passion of mine Thuggin huggin plenty of G's and laughing while I pass through times And all thes back stabbers be watchin Just keep it plain I'm a keep it the same partner Just take it the simple game I can pinkle with the rain twinkling diamonds and thangs go plinklin enough to hold me, til' I'm, old and wrinklin and These adversaries they gonna have to be worrying cuz I'm a be illing Fufillin my Passion Till I'm burryin' My Thug Passion Chorus: Jewell I heard it's the bomb and you got it going on give me some of your Thug Passion Babby You got me dripping wet from the way you make me sweat give me some of your Thug Passion Babby owwowwwowwww Verse Two: Dramacydal Now what if me turn this Henessee into a robbery the Prophecy probably suddenly switch and How it supposed to be? And Dirty money Can't be evil cuz it's filling up my tummy see Born in a position Death collision was futuristic twisting riches But there is only one way to make mo' so I'm standing on the corner trying to hustle in the snow and My bigga bro couldn't know but buy a four four blasting at playa hating wantin' mo' with a Thug Passion Verse Three: 2Pac Putting down mashin' control by this Thug's Passion unlike them other bustas pistol blastin' I'm asking, What Happened? To the niggas who kept it real like they claim to that's when I bang do see thang true Traveling this road my poor soul has been consolidated with all this bullshit I done tolerated How I made it can easily stated it's like my heart be gripped with the Passion to be the fucking greatest Load up and take shit (Dramacydal) Make this to some high dollar gangster shit jack a stack till we got enought bank to split Verse Four: Storm Creep with me through that Imortal flow Thug Passion got you tremblin' like Death on the Row make your move so I can throw your mind a curve while i'll be blowin up tha scene like my nigga Mr. Herb take a toke as your heart goes full arrest I got tha bomb so nigga, fuck tha rest ya need a 3rd to get ya flowin' and let that loc see smoke feelin' tha strokes of tha nine squeeze tight and slow Chorus Verse Five: 2Pac They say money don't make tha man but damn i'm makin' money observin' you muthafuckers cause some of you bitches funny say you want it but you bullshitin' lickin' them lips you got me about to act a fool quick sippin' on some Alazay and Cristal, meanwhile buy me a drink and get to winking at me she smiles a niggas full of passion Satisfaction is everlastin' How does it feel ? what i'm askin' while i'm rubbin' on that ass why you laughin' ? see, i'm diggin' as if i'm curious full blown and furious baby get a grip when I be doin' this It's so physical my attraction driven by alchol beware of my reaction baby i'm born to ball thugged out on Death Row You better recognize and picture what I said so Now you can feel it it's a potion for my niggas in motion forever blastin' bitches ain't ready for this Thug Passion Chorus 4X Artist: Thug Life (f/ 2Pac) Album: Thug Life Song: Pour Out a Little Liquor (Tupac) Yah, Pour out a little liqour for ya homie nigga This one here go out ot my nigga Mike Coolage Light up fat one for this one How you come up man? Started young kickin dust and livin' rough you watch you mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss maaannn I had a down ass homie thou We ran the streets on the scene at the age of fourteen I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five We drinkin' forties, real shorties livin' all the lies You couldn't stop us who cares ? i got my glock FUCK the coppers Hangin on the block slangin' rocks and makin' propers I couldn't Fuck with the schhhoooollll life I was a fool I'll play that mutha fucka for a toooollll man Tonight will be the night that's what we figurin' Hustlin in the rain felt no pain cuz we drinkin' Playin' them hoes like munure First let my nigga fuck then i fuck that's how we do it (Ha ha ha) It's two niggas comin up out da hood livin lfe just as good as we could Since a bitch can't be trusted Hoes snitch to the police Now my niggas busted Cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail tryin' to get a muthafucka to tell and couldn't nobody diss my nigga damn I miss my nigga Pour out a little liqour This goes out to all you so called G's pour out a little liquor for real muthafuckin partners Don't let the drink get like that y'all, Huh. Pour out a little liqour Pour out a little liqour What's that you drinkin on ? Drinkin' on Gin smokin' on blunts and it's on reminicin' about my niggas that's dead n' gone Now they burried sometimes my eyes still get blurry cuz I'm losin all my homies and I worry I got my back against a brick wall Trapped in a circle boxin' with them suckas 'till my knuckles turn purple Mama told me, 'son they'll be days like this' Don't wanna think so I hit the drink n' stay blitz We had plans of being big time G's Rolling in marked cars movin' them keys Now I roll down the window blaze up some endo And get towed down for my niggas in the penn yo Your son's gettin' big and strong and i'd love'm like one of my own Till you come homie the years sure fly away the quickness you doin' the time And i'll keep handle your business That's the way it's supposed to be Homie If it was me you'd do the shit for me Homie I can remember scrapin' back to back Throwin' dogs on them suckas while runnin' up on this young hog I hope these words paint a perfect picture let ya know how much ya nigga miss ya Pour out some little liqour look at ya drinkin got you and ya don't even give respect to your partners Pour out some little liqour nigga it ain't like that tip that shit over Pour out a little liqour Pour out a little liqour... ....Oakland still in the mutha fuckin house my nigga Richie Rich.... Pour out a little liqour Artist: Thug Life (f/ 2Pac) Album: Thug Life Song: Under Pressure (Tupac) Under Pressure Yeah, Babyyy When tha pressures on... Thug Life when it's on it's on (Tupac) One of these days i'll learn don't fuck with trick ass niggas cause they turn into bitch ass niggas i'm sick of bein stuck in tha county jail my niggas clown bring a pound when they posten bail smokein' blunts in tha driveway my four-five screamin fuck tha police won't fly away, thug, till I die you wonder why I'm made this way I wasn't turned out I was raised this way of thinkin these are tha dreams of a young teen sceam, and stack green on tha crack fiends one time can't hold me one of these days we gotta bust back for tha homies locked down in tha penitentry finaly loose my mind if tha pigs succeed stress, smoken weed and nicoteen but what a nigga really need is Thorozine right before I die i'll be curseing tha law reincarnated bitch even worse than before my four-four's givin payback my underhanded plan to get them niggas while they laid back and big stretch hit tha scene with tha mini 14 servin suckers like dope fiends and lead tha whole team Under Pressure Nigga That's right (Stretch) Never run throw your gun in tha air oh yeah nigga bust ain't no time to spare called tha ruffest mothafucker and we fuck shit up and with tha stainless steel [???], we cut shit up flash and blast a nigga with tha quickness cock tha four pound motherfucker when I spit this and rip this damn, my mind is in tha depths of hell but when i'm walking on tha street kid my name rings bells and I never fell nigga I stand to tall i'm just a thug motherfucker who was born to brawl givin my all so niggas wanna bring it to me so i'ma sell my cocain and lay they ass down 'G' Under Pressure (Tupac) yeah, look here tho Runnin wild I never smiled as a juvenile even now I keep a frown when I come around don't ask me about tha past it was all bad shots blasted will I last in tha wrong path in tha dark is where my heart saw tha most grief mothafuckers is getten shanked over gold teeth am I sick ? cause i'm addicted to get splifted watch tha stupid ass tricks get lifted nothens changed cause in tha came it's a steady aim fuck friends cause when in danger those niggas change puff weed and stuff G's in my sock G call Ki's and Hennessy where tha glock be Times passen will I last here another day I put my gun away and grab my AK it's getten hectic I can't call it house full of alcoholics now we're niggas under pressure yeah, that's right... Under Pressure, we're niggas under pressure yeah (Tupac and Stretch together repeated 11x) When tha Pressures on it's a hit Ski mask Extra Gats bring tha clips don't nobody move when we walk tha streets they stay silent cause talk is cheap Artist: 2PAC Album: All Eyez On Me Song: Ratha Be Ya Nigga [Richie Rich/ Tupac Shakur] [RR]Pac [PAC]Hey [RR]What's happenin [PAC]Not Mutha Fuckin double R... Richie Rich [RR]What's happenin baby, you know how we do it [PAC]Yeah nigga, you know I'm up out dis bitch... [PAC]It's time for me to uhhh regulate [RR]For sure [PAC]Observe [RR]and you ain't going back [PAC]Na na na, we got to show these mutha fucka's whats up though [RR]this is for tha honeys... the superstars [PAC]I don't want to be her man... I want to be her nigga, you feel me [RR]Well let 'em know... Tupac: You fuckin wit' niggas thats insecure watered down my shit is pure write down my number but don't call me till you sure I ain't beggin just tryin to relocate between ya legs Drippin wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex When you met me you wouldn't let me And know you straight beggin to sex me got you undressing to test me and uhh... Richie Rich: Shoot me down if ya want and miss tha chance ta do it live When I stroll by I see that look in yo eye You want a nigga but think that you can't have a nigga don't cheat ya'self, instead treat ya'self if you scared go to church I know it hurts, to find out me and ya man be sharin' skirts Tupac: I hopin' you don't take this the wrong way but cha body is bangin' got me attracted in a strong way After a long day of tryin to make my songs pay Makin love all day against the wall in the hallway Ya fantasies come alive, ya heart rate shall increase when we meet up In this dark place Ya might think ya happy with him but that's a lie... so give this thug a try I'd ratha be ya N-I-G-G-A [I'd ratha be ya nigga] so we can get drunk and smoke weed all day it don't matta if you lonely baby you need a thug in ya life cuz bustas ain't lovin ya right Tupac: Now you was sprung from tha introduction My conversations full of game get laced with seductions I see ya blushin like ya want somethin come get a taste of Amerikaz most wanted and lets get into some touchin my erotic fuckin My up and down with no interruptions have no intentions of bustin until ya learn ya lesson Now many questionz are often asked A drop top, 500 benz and plenty cash to help a nigga get that azz Richie Rich: You can ride a smoke ho to get ya lobster and crab cuz all I got is conversation and a gang of stab I'm a listen when it hurts I'm a hang out but never stay smoke blunts but leave them stunts up to SuperDave I'll be ya nigga as long as we can understand that I's the nigga smoke coke and be the man he winin' and dinin' but me and you we wine and grind and when I'm on the field keep him on the sidelines I'd ratha be ya N-I-G-G-A [I'd ratha be ya nigga] so we can get drunk and smoke we seein' why yo eyez rollin' you ain't seen nuthin girl I ain't goin' nowhere Let's let that sucka stay out there While he stress out and I I stretch out tha cock hold tha boots and let tha nigga execute and though you got it right I'm going home tonight Tupac: You say you don't need a man but I don't care you in tha presence of a playa It's time ta be ya N-I-G-G-A [I'd ratha be ya nigga] so we can get drunk and smoke weed all day it don't matta if you lonely baby you need a thug in ya life cuz bustas ain't lovin ya right I'd ratha be ya N-I-G-G-A [I'd ratha be ya nigga] so we can get drunk and smoke weed all day it don't matta if you lonely baby you need a thug in ya life cuz bustas ain't lovin ya right Artist: 2Pac Album: Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z. Song: Souljah's Revenge Mr. Shakur, can you please explain the meaning behind your violent lyrics? Explain tha meaning?? What tha fuck these niggas talkin about... (Sounds of running and sirens in background) Damn... Police!! Freeze!!.... I said FREEZE you miserable black sonova bitch! My attitude is shitty, my message to tha censorship comity Who's tha biggest gang of niggas in tha city? Tha critics are tha cops Tha courts are tha crooks Don't look so confused Take a closer look Niggas get they necks broke daily Tryin' ta stay jail free What tha fuck does Quayle know a young black males... Please tell me Message to tha censorship comity Whos tha biggest gang of niggas in tha city I pack a 9 milimeter cause I gottem liven hotter than tha 4th of July If I gotta die, gotta Momma told me 'Don't lett'em fade me... Nigga don't lett'em make ya crazy' Game is what she gave me Gotta watch your back, strapped Real niggas laugh back If you get your ass taxed, swing your gat back That's not tha way we made it That's just tha way it is... So I'm wrong, to spare a niggas kids?? I came up, my message to tha censorship commity Who's tha biggest gang of niggas in tha city? Cops pull me over Check my plates But i'm legal Ya couldn't get me, figure 'FUCK with a niggas people' They got me trapped, gat'd with tha mothafucken hammer back Cops on my back, just cause i'm black, SNAP Now i'm guilty? Message to tha censorship comity Who's tha biggest gang of niggas in tha city? All you punk Police will never find peace on tha streets Till' tha niggas get a piece FUCK'EM They kill ya to control ya Or PAY Top dollar for ya soul Real niggas don't fold Straight souljah Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a piece... Fuck tha police And we're screamin fuck'em Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a piece... Fuck tha police I hear ya...(fuck'em) Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a piece... Fuck tha police I hear ya...(fuck'em) Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a piece... Fuck tha police I hear ya...(fuck'em) Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a piece... Fuck tha police I hear ya...(fuck'em) Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a piece... Fuck tha police I hear ya...(fuck'em) Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a piece... Fuck tha police Niggas screamin'...fuck'em Mothafucken punk police They think they run tha streets (I hear ya) There's more niggas than there's police... (I hear ya...) One nigga Teach 2 niggas Teach 3 niggas Teach 4 niggas (I hear ya...) Teach more niggas We would run this shit... (I hear ya...) They finally pulled me over and I laughed, Remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass [Song continues with this line above, repeated and scratched upon] SOULJAH... Artist: 2Pac Album: All Eyez On Me Song: 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') (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle) 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 'fuck it' cause muthafuckers 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 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 hustlen' them friends to breakin' mothafuckers to payin' I got no time for these bitches 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 bullshit they stressin' (Booya!) I'ma ride tho' clown ho's like it's manditory no guts no glory my nigga bitch got tha game started 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 ploten and planin' on schemes to come and twist us but thug niggas be on point and game tight (yeah) Me, Syke and bulldogs rapped up tha same night got problems ? then handle it Muthafuckers see me these niggas 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 fuck 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, muthafuckers 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 muthafuck 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 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 your right then nigga 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 fuck peace and tha police My Ambitionz az a Ridah (I'm a straight ridah, you don't wanna fuck 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 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 mothafucken menace they cowards that's why they tried to set me up had bitch ass niggas 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 muthafuckers buried getten' much mail in jail niggas tellen' 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 (I'm a straight ridah, you don't wanna fuck 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 fuck with me 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 fuck with me) Artist: 2Pac Album: All Eyez On Me Song: Shorty Wanna Be a Thug Intro/Chorus: 2Pac Say he wanna be Shorties gonna be a Thug Said he wanna be One day he's gonna be Said he's wanna be Shorties gonna be's a Thug Said he's gonna be One day he gonna be Say he wanna be Shorties gonna be a Thug Said he gonna be One day he's gonna be Said he wanna be Shorties gonna be a Thug Verse One: 2Pac 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 a 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 its a 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 Verse Two: 2Pac 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 its 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 Outro: 2Pac 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 muthafucker Artist: 2Pac Album: All Eyez on Me Song: Skandalouz (Tupac Talking) Hey Nate you know you gots to focus on this mutha-fucka We gonna talk about these Skandalouz hoes [I can talk about Skandalouz bitches] I know you can, I know Thats why we gonna do this Daz on the beat Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin' around on the piano 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 love for my closest homies With my pager number uhh 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 (Chorus -- Nate Dogg) She so Skandalouz (Repeated several times) (Tupac) 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 that 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 shes making me cum I've been trained as a Boss Playa so hoochie staying, we 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 (Chorus -- Nate Dogg) She so Skandalouz (Repeated several times) (Tupac) Dangerous 'n 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, Are 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 ain't got no time for them tricks I'm Heavy in the Game I wanna be a balla 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. (Chorus -- Nate Dogg) She so Skandalouz (till fade) Artist: Thug Life (f/ 2Pac) Album: Thug Life Song: Stay True (Tupac) Yah nigga, Drop the top on your muthafuckin ride This how we do it on the west coast BAABBBY Rollin' down the Four O Five Gettin' high White boys done wrecked their shit Tryin to check my ride I ain't being bootsy Crusin' in a Six-o Impala Drivin' like I'm in a Hooptee car full of ballin' caps keep yo hand on the strap and take all the craps Niggas know my steel-lo all legit but I'm drapped like a nigga movin' kilo Shit don't stop cuz i can make that ass drop make the front pop And Hit the three wheel motion All Day Hit the freeway take it easy, uhh Let's slide And pick-up some hoochies ride right back to the movies High talking back to the screen drinkin' liquor Havin' big dreams of gettin' richer I'm livin that Chorus (4x) (Tupac) Thug Life, y'all know the rules gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay True) Big Stretch represent the real nigga flex, Live squad and this mutha fucker catch wreck (Stretch) Thug Life sharp as a roughneck Shakin' the dice, we roll long, ain't nothin' nice so the vice wanna follow us around (raize up) Got 'em runnin' as we clown thru the town (blaze up) Another one, had to throw another gun Don't need another case you can see it on my face son But I ain't fallin' yet And I gotta give a shout to where my ball is at (Tupac) Mophreme Tell 'em why the hoes dream gettin high off a nigga like a dope fiend (Mophreme) Cuz I'm non-stop, and I'm always hustlin' twenty four seven, ain't nothin buck but when a young G's flippin keys for a livin' Try to make a mill off the time I'm givin' trippin' mad I'm crazy Can't nobody fade me And I been goin' insane lately And everybody tryin ta hold me back I'm about to snap You better move back You know I led a..... Chorus (4x) (Tupac) Thug Life, y'all know the rules gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay True) Maaaannnn, I don't worry about the Five-O if they start, cuz it's all about survival Just stay smart Keep your mind on your bank roll always stay ahead of these stank hos These days It's an all out rat race And look at MEEE just caught another cat case That makes three My laywers getting cash up the ass Don't even ask Why I'm buck wild ? Don't smile don't laugh To the young G's comin up peep game Don't let the money make you change or act strange Stay broke It's all in together now Keep pumping loud till the crowd bring the top down Is that Tupac Thug Life ? Hell Yah Try to dirty up my name but it's still here which way do I turn ? i'm strapped Lost in the storm I can't turn back with that... Chorus (4x) (Tupac) Thug Life, y'all know the rules gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay True) Artist: 2Pac, Storm, Mutah, Michel'le Album: All Eyez On Me Song: Run Tha Streetz (Michel'le -- Chorus x2) (You can run tha streetz with your Thugs) i'll be waiting for you until you get through i'll be waiting) (Tupac) Now peep it Here go tha secret on how to keep a playa some love makin' and homecookin' i'll see ya later It don't take alot to keep a nigga hard must be a lady in tha light but real freaky in tha dark plus I got some enemies, baby hold my pistol and wrap your arms around a nigga everytime I kiss you can you visualize the picture ? me and you in extasy don't be upset it's good sex when you next to me do you wanna test me ? put your tired head on my chest A Thug niggas in tha house now you can rest I betcha never screamed a niggas whole name out and felt tha pleasure and tha pain about to fuck tha very taste out your mouth If you call me when you need me 1-800-skypage when you wanna see me cause I can be your man and baby you can be my lady but you gotta give a nigga space or you'll drive me crazy Run tha Streetz.... (Chorus x2) (You can run tha streetz with your Thugs) i'll be waiting for you until you get through i'll be waiting) (Storm) Now me and you was cool but I ain't tha one to play tha fool can't make no money in bed so ain't no future fuckin' you I ain't tha bitch ta love ya can't do a damn thang for you if you ain't about money 9 times outta ten i'll ignore you It's a man's World but real women make tha shit go around disrespect and I clown tha type of bitch to throw down throw up tha block cause nothin' stops my chips I boss playa with this then twist you lame tricks Holla if ya understand my plan ladies fuck havin' babies by them shady ass niggas Swearin', he can save me My stratagies official checkin' ya pockets while I tounge kiss ya soft as tissue so my next issue is 'how to diss you ?' they call me Storm from tha day I was born I been known to break tha coldest muthafucker till' his hearts warm I ain't never been tha type to wait at home alone just cause we bone don't mean you own me nigga, i'm grown (Chorus x2) (You can run tha streetz with your Thugs) i'll be waiting for you until you get through i'll be waiting) (Mutah) I'd rather run tha streetz to make some mail and put tha game down tight for these gamin' bitches could get it right It might be a plan that i'm choosen don't get in confusion because i'm known for showin' examples how i do it Thinkin' i'm new to this because i'm younger where i'll only leave you suspecious and to wonder and at tha end I make a come up Nigga, was raiseed up off of M.O.B. fighting over something that's tellen me don't run tha streetz (Tupac) So tell me am I wrong ? for tryin' to communicate through a song I'm up early in tha morning by sunrise i'll be gone all my homies is waitin' for me plotin' on plans that we made and all tha fun that it's gonna be so meet me at 3' and don't be late nigga we hagin' out all night while drinkin' straight liquor I heard it's popin' at a club but they say I can't get in cause i'm dressed like a thug until I die i'll be game related got me strivin' for a million stayin' motivated now that we made it it's a battle just for tha big money I'm livin' wild no smiles cause ain't a thing funny I came up hungry just a little nigga tryin' to make it I only got one chance so I gotta take it ya never know when it's all gonna happen tha rappen or tha drugs but until then give me love and let me Run tha Streetz (Chorus x7) (You can run tha streetz with your Thugs) i'll be waiting for you until you get through i'll be waiting) Artist: 2Pac Album: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z. Song: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z. [Tupac speaking] Yo Law! Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one? Yeah Mr. Fuck-a-cop is back and I still dont't give a fuck you know what I'm sayin? [Tupac] I was framed so don't make the same mistake, nigga You gotta learn how to shake the snakes, nigga cause the police love to break a nigga send em upstate cause they straight-up hate the niggas So what I do is get a crew of zoo niggas Straight fools into rules and do niggas and one time had enough of me I'm still raw so the law can't fuck with me They wanna send me to the pen, punk picture that I stay strapped muthafuckas better get your gat It ain't easy bein me I can't take it life as a celebrity ain't everything they make it and ever since the movies ho's try to do me if they can't screw me they find a way to sue me Now can you picture me coolin at a night club somethin for love, but muthafuckas want a ?beamer? Since I wear a lot of gold they plot Don't no what I got if ya stop with the hot ones And all yeah, I wanna feel guilty but you punk muthafuckas tried to milk me You'll get stacked behind the hill with my phone or my pager Just beat me while I cut you with my razor I'm not violent, I'm petrified and nervous I got no mercy for these niggas try'n to serve us But if you catch me outta pocket, then I'm got You love to shoot a nigga but you scared to pop a cop Now drop (Chorus) Reflected and disrespected why so rejected ? our just another rapper who swears he's makin records That's what the'd said whenever I would walk by I never tripped, though always kept my head up high Eventually, I knew that I would find my way After the darkest night always comes a brighter day And some will say that turned away is all you'll get I just say "bet" and never let em see me sweat cause in the end I knew that I would have it all while non-believers were prayin for my downfall and some would call and tell me that they wish me well but in my heart, I'm knowin that they wish me hell Yo get a real job. Rappin doesn't pay the rent I hate the studio cause that's where all my money went Never surrender, it's all about the faith you got don't ever stop, just push it til you hit the top and if you drop, at least you know you gave your all be true to you, and that way you can never fall But beware, these backstabbers ain't no joke just like a rope, they hang on you until you're broke and when you're broke, they move onto the next dope and there you are, can't even pay your car, nope and when you reminisce thinkin how you got dissed remember how it fealt and do remember this Be true to you for me that there's no one bigger cause they can all suck dick Cause strictly 4 my niggaz (Chorus) This is for the critics if you live up pick up my shit or I'll be back doin stickups I better see five stars next to my picture If not, Tupac will cop the glock and come knockin and getcha I told you once muthafucka hold the nut Play me like a butt and you'll be bleedin when you're fucked Niggas know what's up but they be try'n to hold me down I'm comin outta Oaktown, bitch fuck around And it ain't where you from that makes you hardcore nigga it's the way you throw the ?fangs? in the war And to the marks that be talkin all that shit screamin out the next nigga's name like a bitch and the niggas that I ran into recently the muthafuckas at the club that pulled the piece on me You little bitches should've pulled the fuckin trigga Now you live in fear of a heartless ass nigga ?Mr. Trump? Niggas tried to play me with the gat but like Terminator, nigga, I'll be back and I'll be back with a fuckin army you tried to harm me [Bring me along G] Cause most muthafuckas try to act up without they're backup, when they get jacked up they crack up It's strictly 4 my niggaz at the show so they know not to play me like a ho Strictly 4 my... (Chorus repeated till end) Artist: 2Pac 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 fuck 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 fucken 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 Artist: 2Pac Album: Me Against the World Song: Temptations Yo Moe B Man, drop that shit..... (you know what time it is) (I know what it's time to get) (grab her up by tha hand, you know what i'm sayin'?) (and ah, work that thing, haha) Hey, yo yo Throw ya'all fingers up Thug Style baby Thug Style ya know? tell me baby are ya lonely? don't wanna rush ya I can help ya if ya only let me touch ya if ya want love tell me cause I get caught up in tha life I live is hell, see I never thought i'd see tha day when I would calm down you ain't heard? I've been known ta clown and get around that's my word see, ya walken and ya lookin good yes, indeed got a body like a sex fiend ya killen' me with ya attitude ta match right don't be phoney cause I hate it when ya act like you don't know me I been stressen in tha spotlight I want tha fame but tha industries alot like a crap game ain't no time for commitment I gotta go can't be with you every minute miss another show and even though i'm known for my one night stands look here, I wanna be an honest man but Temptaions go'in.... Chorus heeeeyyy heeeeyyy heeeeyyy heeeeyyy heeeeyyy heeeeyyy (you know what maybe it's like??) (all in all, you been searchen for someone) (ta make ya happy and get tha job done) (you said you needed, a man with money) (but I can't be there, and will you still care?) Will I cheat or will I be commited? Heaven knows getten weak and I wanna hit it so here I go in my ride in tha morning getten high I can here tha people callen i'm passin' by everybody knows i'm ballin' and God gotta keep myself from fallin' but it's hard all tha cuties know i'm under pressure what do I do? getten shakey when she pull her dress up say 'excuse should I stroke or should I wait a while you decide if ya tell me that ya don't want it that's a lie move closer, let me whisper some dirty words in ya ears as I kiss ya on every curve slow down baby don't rush I like tha slow game can't hold it any longer so let it go open tha case to your waterfall i'm in heaven and don't worry i'll let myself in' all I heard was.... Chorus heeeeyyy heeeeyyy heeeeyyy heeeeyyy heeeeyyy heeeeyyy Giv'em tha finger heeeeyyy heeeeyyy heeeeyyy heeeeyyy All tha homies goin' (all in all, you been searchen for someone) (to make ya happy and get tha job done) (you said you needed, a man with money) (but I can't be there, and will you still care?) Lotta people think it's easy ta settle down gotta woman that'll please me in every town I don't wanna but I gotta do it tha temptaions got me ready ta release tha [???] tha sensations say conversate like ya know me take my hand cause even thugs get lonely understand even tha hardest of my homies need attention catch'em blowen' up tha telephone remenissen I wanna take ya to tha movies in tha park let's find a spot you can do me in tha dark now that's passion hold me tight don't need lights I can see you by tha moonlight I know ya man ain't lovin' ya right your only into pressure you need a thug in ya life enuff talken ya want me ta leave i'll get ta walken see ya later cause baby i'm a player and all ya heard was...... Chorus heeeyyy heeeyyy heeeyyy heeeyyy Giv'em tha finger heeeyyy heeeyyy heeeyyy heeeyyy All my homies goin' heeeyyy heeeyyy heeeyyy heeeyyy Everybody heeeyyy heeeyyy heeeyyy All my niggas goin'.... uptown in tha.... giv'em tha finger Heeeyyy Heeeyyy Throw ya hands up Heeeyyy Heeeyyy Giv'em tha finger Heeeyyy Heeeyyy Heeeyyy Heeeyyy Heeeyyy Heeeyyy Artist: 2Pac Album: Sunset Park soundtrack Song: High 'Til I Die High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me The Shit don't stop Til my casket drop I'm High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me The Shit don't stop Til my casket drop I'm High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me Shit don't stop The shit don't stop Game rules Ain't got time for fools Money on my mind So my nine rules Time to make wieght Niggas gettin' crazy paid Hate bitches for the games they play So nigga Pull quick But better be quicker Than the next mutha fucka On the trigger Cause I'm static Startin' to be a fuckin' habit Gotta keep my automatic Or get my ass kicked When I'm travelin' It's kind of puffin' I drive a bucket Little Thug Life nigga Screaming Fuck It I love to throw my middle finger to the police And no bucks, no justice, no peace I'm smoking blunts 'til I pass out [coughing] Yah nigga getting assed out Rollin' and my niggas Glass out Drving fast Talking to bitches Whipping cash out I'm with my niggas So fuck the suckas I'm bucking brothas Smokin' chronic mutha fuckas Causing ruckus It's the last of the drank Pull over Can't hear a damn thang Sober High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me The Shit don't stop Til my casket drop I'm High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me The Shit don't stop Til my casket drop High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me The Shit don't stop Til my casket drop I'm High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me Shit don't stop The shit don't stop Lord help me save me Mama keep praying for a young mutha fucker Trying to duck an early grave In the city where you can't tell the fakes From the snakes Enemies from phonies Friends from your homies Around the corner theres another nigga waiting to jack He don't know I got a glock Till his ass get shot Like a mutha fuckin' Thug disease Claiming Peace Like they mutha fuckin' trustin' me Hey, what's up with bitches trying to screw me Do me cause I did a movie Throw the pussy to me But before they never knew me Rather die then let yah Play me for like a Busta And with my glock I'm a plotin' ass rotten mutha fucka Hey don't let that movie fool yah Let me school yah Screaming Thug Life nigga When I do yah It's the last of the drank Pull over Can't hear a damn thang Sober [Till the end of song] High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me The Shit don't stop Til my casket drop Artist: 2Pac Album: All Eyez On Me Song: Wonder Why They Call U Chorus: 2Pac You wonda why they call U bitch You wonda why they call U bitch. You wonda why they call U bitch You wonda why they call U bitch. You wonda why they call U bitch You wonda why they call U bitch. Verse One: 2Pac 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 sleeezy 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 muthafuckas 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. Chorus Verse Two: 2Pac You leave your kids with your mama cuz your 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 ploten' 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. Chorus Verse Three: 2Pac 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. Chorus Outro: 2Pac Dear Ms. Deloris Tucker keep stressen me fuckin' with a muthafucken mind I figured you wanted to know you know why we call them hos 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 Artist: 2Pac Album: Me Against the World Song: Fuck the World Who you callin' rapist ?? ain't that a bitch you devils are so two faced wanna see me locked in chains droped in shame and getten socked by these crooked cops and game fuckin' 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 Fuck tha World Chorus their tryin' ta say that I don't care I woke up screamin' fuck tha world their tryin' ta say that I don't care just woke up and scream fuck tha world their tryin' ta say that I don't care I woke up and screamed fuck tha world their tryin' ta say that I don't care Just got up and screamed fuck 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 motherfuckers 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' niggas we all in ? and all my mothafuckers callen... fuck tha World... Chorus fuck 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 nigga 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 nigga, fuck tha World... Chorus Fuck tha World Fuck it... I hear my niggas screamin' fuck tha world... they wanna know if I claim tha click that i'm hangin' with and if i'm down with this bangin' shit well, homie I don't give a fuck 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 nigga 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 niggas is bustas you runnin' around with these tramp ass bitches don't trust her but don't cry this world ain't prepared for us a straight thug mothafucker who ain't scared to bust fuck tha World.... Chorus Fuck tha World (I don't care) (I don't care) (fade....) Artist: 2Pac Album: Me Against the World Song: Young Niggas I wanna dedicate this one to Robert "yummy" Sanderford and all tha other little young niggas that's in tha rush to be gangstas... As a Young Nigga [???] give anythang to be that innocent again when I was ten I didn't bang but I was hangin with tha homies till them niggas started slangin' now they don't know me I got my hustle on learned to ignore what coulda fade me lately i been tryin to make a million can you blame me with that jelousy they wanna diss me don't sweat me if tha cowards really want me come get me and even I someday will die but i'm cautious up in my ride put down the top now we flossen hit the freeway let the wind blow drop the window workin with a 20 sack a indo feelin' good stop through the hood grab tha young thugs and I can't help but reminice back when we slung drugs it was bad but all we had was our hopes and dreams couldn't see, unless we learned to slang dope to fiends Chorus your the kind of G like everyone knows He's always G'ed up, from head to toe [My memories as a young nigga] always got it flown like Al Capone He's the kind of G out there, I know back in Jr. High when we was barely getting by when daddy died that's when my momma started getten high my neighborhood was full of drive-bys couldn't survive all my homies livin short lives I couldn't cry told my momma if I did die just put a blunt in my casket let me get my dead homies high then follow me throughout my history it's just me against the world stuck in misory as a young nigga my only thing is to get paid life full of riches avoid snitches cause they shadey back in the day we always had the time to play but after they taught them gangbangers how to spray not just LA but in the Bay and Chicago and even St. Louis every stadium that I go when will they change? stuck in the game like a dumb nigga remember how it was... to be a young nigga Chorus your the kind of G like everyone knows He's always G'ed up, from head to toe [My memories as a young nigga] always got it flown like Al Capone He's the kind of G out there, I know bridge I'm tellen you, if your young, have your brains and have every limb and all that.....ya'll niggas don't know how good you really do got it. Motherfuckers need to just calm down and peep what they wanna do for tha rest. before you end your life, before you begin your life ya dumb nigga Now that i'm grown I got my mind on being something don't wanna be another statistic out there doin nothin tryin to maintain in this dirty game keep it real and I will even if it kills me my young niggas brake away from these dumb niggas put down the guns and have some fun nigga tha rest will come figure fame is a fast thang they're gangbangin puttin niggas in a casket murdered for hangin at tha wrong place at the wrong time no longer livin cause he trew up tha wrong sign and everyday I watch tha murder rate increase and even worse tha eppidemics and diseases what is the future? the projects lookin hopless there, more and more brothas givin up a don't care sometimes I hate when brothers act up I hit tha weed and I procced to blow the track up for young niggas Chorus your the kind of G like everyone knows He's always G'ed up, from head to toe [My memories as a young nigga] always got it flown like Al Capone He's the kind of G out there, I know [repeat chorus overtop of lyrics below] this goes out to the young thugs have nots the little bad motherfuckers from tha block those niggas that's 13 and 14 and drivin' cadilacs and benzs and shit young motherfucken hustlers stay strong nigga you could be a fucken accountant not a dope dealer, ya know what i'm sayin? fuck around and be pimpin put here you could be a lawyer niggas gotta get they priorities straight young niggas, little rah rah, especially my little cousin...