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 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 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