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~2Pac-Greatest Hits CD 1~
~1. Keep Ya Head Up~
Little something for my god son Elija and a little girl named Koreem
Some say tha Blacker tha berry
Tha sweeter tha juice
I say, tha darker tha flesh and tha deeper tha roots
I give a hollar to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, but don't nobody else care
I know they like ta beat ya down a lot
And when ya come around tha block brothers clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry ya eyes
Never let up
Forgive but don't forget girl keep ya head up
And when he tells you you ain't nothin
Don't believe him
And if he can't learn ta love ya, you should leave him
Cuz sister you don't need him
I ain't tryin ta gash up, but I just callem how I see 'em
Ya know what makes me unhappy
When brothers make babies
And leave a young mother ta be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman
And out 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 ta kill for our women
Time ta heal our women
Be real to our women
And if we don't
We'll have a race of babies
That hate tha ladies that make tha babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right ta tell a woman when and where ta create one
So will tha real men get up
I know your fed up ladies
But keep ya head up
Oooooh child things are gonna get easier
Oooooh child things are gonna get brighter
Oooooh child things are gonna get easier
Oooooh child things are gonna get brighter
I remember Marvin Gay, usta sing ta me
He had me feelin like black was tha thing ta be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tuff
I thought we had it rough, we always had enough
I often huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke tha rules
Ran with tha local crew and had a smoke or two
And realize momma really paid tha price
She nearly gave her life, ta raise me right
And all I had ta give her was my pipe dreams
Of how i'd rock tha mic and make it to tha big screen
I'm tryin ta make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard ta be legit and still pay tha rent
And in tha end it seems i'm headin for tha penn
I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in tha wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take tha man in me
Ta conquer this insanity
It seems tha rain will never let up
I try ta Keep My Head Up and still keep from getting wet up
You know it's funny when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed tha poor
Sad there ain't no hope for tha youth and tha truth is
There ain't no hope for tha future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant ta survive, cause it's a setup
And even though ya fed up
Ya got ta Keep Ya
~2. 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted (ft. Snoop Doggy Dogg)~
[Snoop Talking]
Up out of there
[Daz, repeated several times until first verse begins]
Ain't Nothin' but A Gangsta Party
[Tupac Talking]
Ahh shit
you've done fucked up now
you done put 2 of Amerikaz most wanted in the same muthafuckin' place
at the same muthafuckin' time
ya'll niggas about to feel this
break out the champange glasses and muthafuckin' condoms
have one on us aight
[Tupac]
Picture Perfect
I paint a perfect picture
bombin' hooties with percision
Mind intensions to get with ya
with the S-N double-O-P dogg
to help my fuckin' homie
you's a cold ass nigga on them all
[Snoop]
Sure enough I keep my hand on my gun
cause they got me on the run
Now I am back in the court room waitin' on the outcome
Free Tupac is all that's on a niggas mind
but at the same time
it seem they tryin' to take mine
so I am get smart and get the best of this shit
and put together a million march plus some gangsta shit
[Tupac]
So now they got us laced
Two multi millionaire muthafuckas catchin' cases
Bitches get ready for the throw down
the shits about to go down
Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown
I am losin' my religion
I am vicious on these stool pigeons
you might be deep in this game
but you got some rules missin'
niggas be actin like we savage
See i'm a get the cabbage
I got nutin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish
[Snoop]
I got a pet named P she niggarino
I got a house out in the Hills right next to Chino
and I think I got a Black Beama'
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal
Uhh it feel good to ya Baby bubba
you see this is for the G's and the Ki's muthafucka
[Tupac]
Now follow as we Ride
muthafuck the rest
two of the best from the westside
and I can make you famous
Niggas been dying for years
so how could they blame us
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop ballin' these
mutha fuckin' G's
If ya got it better flaunt it
another warrant
2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted
[Daz]
Ain't Nothin' but a Gangsta Party [x2]
[Tupac]
Nothin' but a gangsta party
[Daz]
Ain't Nothin' but a Gangsta Party
[Tupac]
Ain't Nothin' but a Gangsta Party
It ain't nothin' but a muthafuckin' gangsta party
[Daz]
Ain't Nothin' but a Gangsta Party
[Tupac]
Ain't Nothin' but a Gangsta Party
It ain't nothin' but a muthafuckin' gangsta party
[Daz]
Ain't nothin but a gangsta party
[Tupac]
Now give me 50 feet
The feet is not my destiny
release me to the streets
and keep what evers left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffery is grief
Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me I
I busta free, these niggas must be crazy (What)
there ain't no mercy mutha fuckas
who can fade the thugs?
you thought it was but it wasn't
now disappear
bow down in the presence of a Boss playa
[Snoop]
It's like cuz, blood, gang banging
everybody in the party doing dope slangin'
you got to have papers in this world
you might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl
ya doing ya job
every day
and then you work so hard till ya hair turn gray
let me tell you about life and 'bout the way it is
see we live by the gun so we die by the blood of kids
[Tupac]
They tell me not to roll with my glock
So now I got to throw away
floating in the black Benz
trying to do a show a day
they wonder how I live with 5 shots
niggas is hard to kill on my block
Scheme for currency and dough related
affilliated with the hustlas
so we made it
Your answer to the question
tryin' to get up on it
my nigga dogg homie and 2 of the most wanted
[Daz]
Aint Nutin But A Gangsta Party (Until Fade)
~3. Temptations~
Yo Mo Bee main, drop that shit!
"Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" --> Erick Sermon (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget")
(sample repeats until first verse)
You know what time, boo-yaow
I know it's time for you
So grab one by the hand youknowhatI'msayin
And uhh, throw up that finger
Ay yo yo yo throw y'all fingers up!
Thug style baby, Thug style y'know?
Tell me baby are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya
I can help ya if ya only, let me touch ya
If I'm wrong love tell me, cause I get caught up
and the life I live is Hell see, I never thought I'd see
the day when I would calm down, you ain't heard
I've been known to clown and Get Around, that's my word
See you walkin and you lookin good, yes indeed
Got a body like a sex fiend, you're killin me
witcha attitude to match right, don't be phony
cause I hate when you act like, you don't know me
I've be stressin in the spotlight, I want the fame
but the industry's a lot like, a crap game
Ain't no time for commitment, I gotta go
Can't be wit you every minute miss, another show
And even though I'm known for my one night stand
I wanna be an honest man, but temptations go...
"Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" --> Erick Sermon (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget")
(sample repeats until second verse)
Throw up the finger!
And all my homies go..
Throw them the finger!
Ya know what baby it's like
*singing*
I know you've been searchin for someone
To make you happy, and get the job done
You say you need it, a man with money
But I can't be there, and will you still care
Will I cheat or will I be committed, heaven knows
Gettin weak and I wanna hit it, so here I go
in my ride and I'm all in, gettin high
I can hear the people callin, I'm passin by
Everybody knows I'm ball-in, and to God
Gotta keep myself from fall-in, but it's hard
All the cuties know I'm under pressure, what do I do
Gettin shaky when she pull the dress up, and say it's cool
Should I stroke or should I wait a while, you decide
If you tell me that you don't want it, that's a lie
Move close and let me whisper, some dirty words
in your ears as I kiss ya, on every curve
Slow down baby don't rush, I like it slow
Can't hold it any longer, so let it go
Open the gates, do you wanna fall up in heaven
Don't worry, I let myself in, all I heard was...
"Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" --> Erick Sermon (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget")
(sample repeats until third verse)
Give em the finger!
All my homies go..
Throw your fingers up!
That's just the Thug in me girl, you know
Peep out all my homies, y'know, it's like
*singing*
I know you've been searchin for someone
To make you happy, and get the job done
You say you need it, a man with money
But I can't be there, and will you still care
A lot of people think it's easy, to settle down
Got a woman that'll please me, in every town
I don't wanna but I gotta do it, the temptation
got me ready to release the fluid, sensation
sit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand
Cause even Thugs get lonely, understand
Even the hardest of my homies need attention
Catch you blowin up the telephone, reminiscin
I wanna take you to the movies, empty park
Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the dark
Now that it's passion, hold me tight
Don't need lights, I can see you by the moonlight
I know your man ain't lovin you right
You're lonely under pressure need a Thug in your life
Enough talkin, you want me to leave, I'll get to walkin
See you later, cause baby I'm a player, and all I heard was
"Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" --> Erick Sermon (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget")
(sample repeats until the end)
Give em the finger
And all my homies go.. yo this how we gonna do this in the nine-trey y'know?
Throw your fingers up
Y'know? They gonna peep this, this how we run game on you
*singing*
Everybody, heyy, alright
Heyy, heyyyeah, heyyyayyy, ohh
[2Pac]
All my niggaz go
Uptown in the
Give em the finger!
Throw your hands up
Give em the finger!
~4. God Bless The Dead~
[2Pac]
Rest in peace to my mothafucka Biggie Smalls
That's right boy, it's goin on
Right here, Thug Life
God bless the dead
God bless the dead & buried nigga
Don't worry if you see God first tell Him shit got worse
I ain't mad, I know you're representin the crew
And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt & a brew
Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game
If you a baller, money went as quick as it came
My role models gone or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlas, caught up in the whirlwind
The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggie
Sayin shit don't stop, nigga, no pity
We all hoods, and all we ever had was dreams
Money makin mothafuckas plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin, never meant to do time
My epitaph will read "Was the last of Gs
Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed
God bless the dead"
[Chorus - 2pac]
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
[2pac]
Man, ain't nobody promised me a thang
I been caught up in this game
Ever since I was a little motherfucka wantin to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
Memories of my nigga but he dead now
Lookin back in my yearbook all the years took
Half my peers, they're stretched for years
And if I die will they all shed tears
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clear
Paranoid got me lookin in the mirror
Behind me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm old enough to know that ain't no justice
Fuck the police & all the courts same way they fucked us
And why the hell am I locked in jail
They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell
In my mind I can see it comin
And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin
By keepin gun & never run unless I'm comin at ya
Cry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter
God bless the dead
[Chorus]
[2pac]
Rest in peace to all the motherfuckas that passed too early
All the young motherfuckas that was took in they prime
Real motherfuckin Gz, this one is for you
Yo Stretch, Biggie
[Stretch]
Yo Big this is to you my nigga
Springfield Hollis crew, Thug Life, YGz
Sendin they respect, know I mean?
You my nigga for life, forever
You're always gonna be with a nigga
No matter what, don't forget that
I pray before I go to sleep
"Dear God save my place before I start to eat, cause times is hard
So I'm covered to my knees, oh why?
Why you had to take my nigga with the rock I buy?
You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton
Niggas terrified of comin from the young gun
Hearin that they did it outta fear don't amaze me
But it's mind blowin, so I'm flowin goin crazy
Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run like a punk
He shoulda had the gauge in the trunk
For spunk is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
Now ya bout to smell the aftermath of what the mack did
Wannabe suckers wanna test, I'm tellin you, yes
The teflon's bout to rip through your fuckin vest
Guess who? I'll make a mess of your crew quick
The spirit Biggie Smalls and the ??? clique, yeah
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
~5. Hail Mary~
Intro: Makaveli
Makaveli in this... Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty
Uhh, feel me!
And God said he should send his one begotten son
to lead the wild into the ways of the man
Follow me; eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh
Chorus: Makaveli
Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die
La dadada, la la la la
Verse One: Makaveli
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy
Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein quoted
Peeped the weakness int he rap game and sewed it
Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin
Seein niggaz comin for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin
Now pay attention, rest in peace father
I'm a ghost in these killin fields
Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside
the solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark
Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee
Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit
Stuck, niggaz is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus
mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
Fuck the world if they can't adjust
It's just as well, Hail Mary
Chorus 2X
Verse Two: Makaveli
Penetentiaries is packed with promise makes
Never realize the precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin
Instutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumble
But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we ballin
Catch me father please, cause I'm fallin, in the liquor store
That's the Hennessee I hear ya callin, can I get some more?
Hail til I reach Hell, I ain't scared
Mama checkin in my bedroom; I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do
One life to live but I got nuttin to lose, just me and you
on a one way trip to prison, sellin drugs
We all wrapped up in this livin, life as Thugs
To my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin they bid
Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this
When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark
Thuggin eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga
Chorus 2X
Verse Three: Kastro, Young Noble
They got a APB, out on my Thug family
Since the Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks
Our enemies die now, walk around half dead
Head down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai
Tryin it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high
Visions of me, Thug livin gettin me by
Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they comin with slugs
Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin on around me
Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feelin rowdy
Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that motherfucker
Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers
on the regular mashin in a black Ac Integ-ra
Cock back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya
Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse
From a Thug to preachin church, I gave you love now you eatin dirt
Needin work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on
Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle til dawn
That's when sun came up, there's only one way up
hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up
If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate
If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate
Chorus (repeats in background)
Outro: Prince Ital
We've been traveling on this wavy road
Long time til I be take off this load
But we ride, ride it like a bullet
Hail Mary, Hail Mary
We won't worry everyting will come real
Free like the bird in the tree
We won't worry everyting will come real
Yes we free like the bird in the tree
We runnin from the penetentiary
This is the time for we liberty
Hail Mary, Hail Mary
Chorus
[Makaveli]
Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days
~6. 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
though 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
whenever im feelin this 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
ooohhhhhIt'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 no less
im seein more reasons
for me to proceed withthievens
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 power is 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 are 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... ]
~7. How Do U 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
~8. 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 hurst
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, baptised 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 calculated 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
inside 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 fucking all mah 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
~9. Unconditional Love~
(What y'all want?)
Unconditional Love (no doubt)
Talking bout the stuff that don't wear off
It don't fade
It'll last for all these crazy days
These crazy nights
Whether you wrong or you right
I'm a still love you
Still feel you
Still there for you
No matter what (hehe)
You will always be in my heart
With unconditional love
Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings
All my peers doing years beyond drug dealing
How many caskets can we witness
Before we see it's hard to live
This life without God, so we must ask forgiveness
Ask mama why God deserved to die
Witness the tears falling free from my eyes
Before she could reply
Though we were born without a silver spoon
My broken down TV, show cartoons in my living room (hey)
One day I hope to make it
A player in this game
Mama don't cry, long as we try
Maybe things change
Perhaps it's just a fantasy
A life where we don't need no welfare
Shit with our whole family
Maybe it's me that caused it
The fighting and the hurting
In my room crying cause I didn't want to be a burden
Watch mama open up her arms to hugging
And I ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditionl love
[Chorus: 2x ]
In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love
Just got the message you've been calling all week
Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak
But you know, with you and me it's on G
We could never be enemies, cause you been such a good friend to me
Where would I be without my dogs
No wonder why when times get hard
Cause it ain't easy being who we are
Driven by my ambitions, desire higher positions
So I proceed to make Gs, eternally in my mission
Is to be more than just a rap musician
The elevation of today's generation
If could make 'em listen
Prison ain't what we need, no longer stuck in greed
Time to play and strategize, my family's gotta eat
When we make somethin out of nothing
No pleasure in the suffering, neighborhood would be good
If they could cut out all the busting
The liquor and the weed the cussing
Sending love out to my block
The struggle never stops (unconditional love)
[Chorus]
I'll probably never understand ya ways
With everyday I swear I hear ya
Trying to change your ways while gettin paid at the same time
Just had a baby with the same eyes
Something inside, please let me die these are strange times
How come I never made it
Maybe it's the way the played it in my heart
I knew one day I gotta be a star
My hopes and all my wishes
So many vivid pictures, and all the currency
I'll never even get to see
This fast life soon shatter us
Cause after all the lights and screams
Nothing but my dreams matter
Hoping for better days
Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry
Cause everythang gonna be alright
Just lay your head on my shoulder
Don't worry bout a thang baby
Girl I'm a soldier (huh)
Never treated me bad, no matter who I was
You still came with that, unconditional love
[Chorus 3x until fade]
~10. Trapped~
You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion
Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion
Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught
Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought
Nine millimeter kickin' thinking about what tha streets do to me
Cause they never talk peace in tha black community
All we know is violence, do tha job in silence
Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants
Too many brothers daily heading for tha big penn
Niggas commin' out worse offthan when they went in
Over tha years I done alot of growin' up
Getten drunk thrown' up
Cuffed up
Then I said I had enough
There must be another route, way out
To money and fame, I changed my name
And played a different game
Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle
If one more cop harrasses me I just might go psycho
And when I gettem
I'll hittem with tha bum rush
Only a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed
Yo, if your smart you'll really let me go 'G'
But keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch tha uzi
They got me trapped....
[Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down]
They got me trapped
[Naw, they can't keep tha black man down]
Trapped
[Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down]
Trapped
[Naw, they can't keep tha black man down]
They got me trapped
Can barely walk tha city streets
Without a cop harrassing me, searching me
Then asking my identity
Hands up, throw me up against tha wall
Didn't do a thing at all
I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall
Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete
Coppers try to kill me
But they didn't know this was tha wrong street
Bang bang, down another casualty
But it's a cop who's shot there's brutality
Who do you blame?
It's a shame because tha mans slain
He got caught in tha chains of his own game
How can I feel guilty after all tha things they did to me
Sweated me, hunted me
Trapped in my own community
One day i'm gonna bust
Blow up on this society
Why did ya lie to me ?
I couldn't find a trace of equality
Work me like a slave while they laid back
Homie don't play that
It's time I lett'em suffer tha payback
I'm tryin to avoid physical contact
I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack
They got me trapped
[Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down]
You know they got me trapped
[Naw, they can't keep tha black man down]
Trapped
[uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down]
You know they got me trapped
[Naw, they can't keep tha black man down]
Now i'm trapped and want to find a getaway
All I need is a 'G' and somewhere safe to stay
Can't use tha phone
Cause i'm sure someone is tappin in
Did it before
Ain't scared to use my gat again
I look back at hindsite the fight was irrelevant
But now he's tha devils friend
Too late to be tellin' him
He shot first and i'll be damned if I run away
Homie is done away I should of put my gun away
I wasn't thinkin' all I heard was tha ridicule
Girlies was laughin', Tup sayin "Damn homies is dissin you"
I fired my weapon
Started steppin' in tha hurricane
I got shot so I dropped
Feelin' a burst of pain
Got to my feet
Couldn't see nothin' but bloody blood
Now i'm a fugitive to be hunted like a murderer
Ran through an alley
Still lookin' for my getaway
Coppers said Freeze, or you'll be dead today
Trapped in a corner
Dark and I couldn't see tha light
Thoughts in my mind was tha nine and a better life
What do I do ?
Live my life in a prison cell
I'd rather die than be trapped in a living hell
They got me trapped
[Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down]
They got me trapped
[Naw, they can't keep tha black man down]
Trapped
[uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down]
You know they got me trapped
[Naw, they can't keep tha black man down]
Trapped
~11. 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.
~12. Hit ‘Em Up~
So I fucked your bitch
You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money}
West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
Niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
[ha ha, that's alright]
First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
Niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How i'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't fuck with real ass G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night [ha ha]
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
Fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, See
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks die
~2Pac-Greatest Hits CD2~
~1. Troublesome '96~
[in background throughout song]
la la la lala la... all ya niggaz die
[tupac]
troublesome nigga
Troublesome 19-motherfucking-96
Westside
Let it be known nigga
the boss of all bosses
Makaveli
hahaha
Menacing methods
Label me a lethal weapon
Making niggas die
Witnessing breathless imperfections
Can you picture my specific plan?
To be the man
In this wicked land
Underhanded hits are planned
These scams are plotted
Over grams of rocks
And undercover agents die by the random shots
We all die in the end so revenge we swore
I was all about my ends
Fuck friends and foes
Me a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Got me a dog and named him mobb-bitch nigga eater
??What could they do to me you little brat??
Shit them niggas done shot me
And still terrified I get (HaHaHa) they ass
How can I show you how I feel inside?
We Outlawz motherfuckers can't kill my pride
Niggaz talk alot of shit but thats after I'm gone
Cuz they fear me in the physical form
Let it be known I'm troublesome
(2Pac talking)
Troublesome nigga
Outlawz
We put it down to the fullest
Spitting rhymes and bullets
Haha...
Troublesome
Ya'll know what time it is
Call the punk police they can't stop us
Niggas run the streets Haha..
Troublesome
Yeah
Gutter ways
My mentality is ghetto
A guerrilla in this criminal war we all rebels
Death before dishonor
Bet I bomb on em first
Niggas knew we came for murder
Pulling up in the hurse
Westside was the warcry
Busting on friendly's
Screaming fuck all ya'll niggas in Swahili
Pistol packing fresh outta jail
I ain't going back
Release me to the care of my heartless trap
Say my name three times like Candyman
Bet I roll on your ass like an avalanche
A sole survivor
Learn to get high and pull drive-bys
Murder my foes, can't control my nine
Hearing thoughts of my enemies pleading please
Buster ass motherfuckers tried to flea
Picture me letting this chump survive
Ran up on his ass when I dump he died
Cuz I'm troublesome
(2Pac talking)
Young, strapped, and I don't give a fuck
I'm hopelesssss
I live a thuglife losing my focus baby
I'm troublesome
haha..
Badboy Killa
There is no one realler
What you saw was the rough rugged and raw
Outlaw OUTLAW
Murder, Murder my mind state
Shit ain't changed since my last rhyme
The crime rate ain't declined
Niggas busting shots like they lost they minds
Like 25-2-Life never crossed they mind
Tell me young nigga never learned a thing
Dead at 13 cuz he yearned to bang
Sent alot of flowers
But how could I cry?
Tried to warn the little nigga
Either stop or die
Mercy is for the weak
When I speak I scream
Afraid to spleep
I'm having crazy dreams
Vivid pictures of my enemies family times
God forgive me cuz its wrong
But I plan to die
Either take me in heave
And understand I was a G
Did the best I could raised in insanity
Or send me to hell
Cuz I ain't begging for my life
Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life
I'm troublesome
(2Pac speaking)
In your wildest dreams
You couldn't picture a nigga like me
hahaha
I'm troublesome
I don't give a fuck
ima troublesome
like my nigga napolean said nigga somebody gotta explain why i aint got shit
haha
im troublesome
you know what time it is
the outlaw click
young rugged and sick
makaveli the don
the boss of all bosses
mussolini, edi mean, whosane fatal, kadafi, kastro
napolean, komani
haha
we aint fucking around
troublesome
hey yo
haha
we troublesome
haha
young kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash
he going for the hos and the cash
fuck you niggas
OUTLAWS
kadafee ?? tight never sloppy
them other motherfuckers try to copy
but they cant mock u nigga u 2 strong
outlaw keep it going up
you know wassup
outlaws outlaws
outlaws outlaws
this is dedicated to the real niggas
all the real troublesome soldiers on the streets
~2. Brenda's Got A Baby~
Brenda's got a Baby
Brenda's got a Baby
I hear Brenda's got a baby
Well, Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame
Tha girl can hardly spell her name
(That's not her problem, that's up ta Brenda's family)
Well let me show ya how it affects tha whole community
Now Brenda never really knew her moms and her dad was a junky
Went in debt to his arms, it's sad
Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
Just cause your in tha ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow
But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes ta resist tha temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch tha joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when tha check came they got first dibs
Now Brendas belly is gettin bigger
But no one seems ta notice any change in her figure
She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
In love with tha molester, who's sexing her crazy
And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together, whatever
He left her and she had tha baby solo, she had it on tha bathroom floor
And didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away and what ta keep
She wrapped tha baby up and threw him in tha trash heep
I guess she thought she'd get away
Wouldn't hear tha cries
She didn't realize
How much tha tha little baby had her eyes
Now tha babys in tha trash heep balling
Momma can't help her, but it hurts ta hear her calling
Brenda wants ta run away
Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, tha social workers here everyday
Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed
So now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sell
So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell
It's payin tha rent, so she really can't complain
Prostitute, fair slang, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby
Brenda's got a Baby
Brenda's got a Baby
I hear Brenda's got a baby
Well, Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame
Tha girl can hardly spell her name
(That's not her problem, that's up ta Brenda's family)
Well let me show ya how it affects tha whole community
Now Brenda never really knew her moms and her dad was a junky
Went in debt to his arms, it's sad
Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
Just cause your in tha ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow
But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes ta resist tha temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch tha joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when tha check came they got first dibs
Now Brendas belly is gettin bigger
But no one seems ta notice any change in her figure
She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
In love with tha molester, who's sexing her crazy
And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together, whatever
He left her and she had tha baby solo, she had it on tha bathroom floor
And didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away and what ta keep
She wrapped tha baby up and threw him in tha trash heep
I guess she thought she'd get away
Wouldn't hear tha cries
She didn't realize
How much tha tha little baby had her eyes
Now tha babys in tha trash heep balling
Momma can't help her, but it hurts ta hear her calling
Brenda wants ta run away
Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, tha social workers here everyday
Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed
So now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sell
So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell
It's payin tha rent, so she really can't complain
Prostitute, found slain, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby
Baaaaaaaaby
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
~3. I Ain't Mad At Cha~
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha
Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy
Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean?
Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust
[Danny Boy] I ain't...
Givin a motherfucker, heheheheheh
Yeah, niggaz
[Danny Boy] ...mad at cha
Cause I ain't mad at cha
Verse One: 2Pac
Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still roller
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed
Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin 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 pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble
Congratulation on the weddin, 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 used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB
on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
cause I ain't mad at cha
(Hmm, I ain't mad at cha)
Chorus: Danny Boy
I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha
Verse Two: 2Pac
We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow
And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
Don't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they 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 cha
Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha
Chorus: Danny Boy
I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)
Verse Three: 2Pac
Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin now
Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down
He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock
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, escape in the Luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days
Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
Til God return me to my essence
Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent
So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha
You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha
Chorus: Danny Boy
I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha)
Iiiiiiiii ain't mad (2Pac: hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha
I ain't, mad at mha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha, noooo
I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh
~4. I Get Around~
Aww, Yeah...
(Round and Round)
(Round it go)
I Get Around...
Still clown with tha Underground
when we come around
(Round and Round)
(Round it go)
Stronger than ever
Back to get wreck,
all respect to those who break they neck
To keep they hos in check
'Cuz, hos, they sweat a brotha 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 squeeze me.
Lady take it easy...
Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me,
I don't want it if it's that easy.
ehh yo bus' it, baby got a problem saying bye bye
Just another hazard of a fly guy.
You ask why, it 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
whatcha mean, ya don't know...
(Round and round)(Round it go)
I get around
The Underground just don't stop for hoes
I get around
(Round and Round)
(Round it go)
I get around
Hey yo Shock, let them hoes 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'? (Alright)
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 my statement for a clown
We can keep in the down low long as you know
That I get around.
(Round and round)
(Round it go)
2Pacalypse Now, don't stop for hoes
I get around
(Round and round)
(Round it go)
(Round and round...)
Why I ain't called you (hahaha.. please)
Fingertips on the hip as I dip
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 sweatin' 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 door,
search for a new guy.
'Cuz I only got one night in town,
Break down or be clowned,
Baby doll are you down?
I get around
(Round and round)
(Round it go)
(Round and round)
(Round it go)
[repeated till end of song]
~5. Changes~
Come on come on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give crack to the kids who the hell cares one less ugly mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is
[Bridge w/ changing ad libs]
Come on come on That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is aww yeah
[Repeat]
I see no changes all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
and only time we chill is when we kill each other
it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is
[Bridge]
[Talking:]
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.
And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp slap you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool my mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
some buck that I roughed up way back comin' back after all these years
rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh
[Bridge 'til fade]
~6. California Love (Original)~
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
~7. Picture Me Rollin~
Yeah, clear enough for ya.
Why niggas look mad.
y'all supposed to be happy I'm free.
Y'all look like you wanted me to stay in jail
Old busters.
Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz.
I got no love for these niggas,
There's no need to be friends.
They got me under survailance.
That's what somebody be tellin' me.
Known as don't be insulted(?).
but I ain't the one tellin'.
Don't want to be another number.
I got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from goin under.
The fedarones(?) wanna see me dead.
Niggas put prices on my head.
Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.
I feed em lead.
Now on release.
How will I live?
Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did?
To feed kids.
One life to live.
It's so hard to be positive
When niggas shootin at your crib.
Mama, I'm still thuggin'
The world is a war zone.
My homies is inmates
And most of them dead grown
Full grown, finally a man
Just sceamin on ways to put some green inside the palms
Of my empty hands.
Just picture me rollin'.
Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen.
My dreams is scensored.
My hopes are gone.
I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone.
My nerves is wrecked.
Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen.
Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin.
Picture me rollin.
Can you see me now
Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture
Can you see it?
Pictue me rollin.
Yeah nigga
Eh, but picture how my nigga Sak duke do it.
Guess who's back?
I got keys comin from overseas.
Cost a nigga 200 G's.
I'm a street comando.
Nino for example.
This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle.
So I got to floss cuz I'm rollin like a boss playa.
Thug granted to be a women layer
So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin.
Make me wanna start bank bangin.
So I'm caught up in the game.
Let's go change.
Packin 40 glocks.
Contain or rearrange.
All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies
While I'm sippin on green leaves(?)
In front of black lexuses, chevies on the roam.
96 big bodies sittin on chrome
As we head up out the zone,
Stone facing is on.
Looking at mine but don't look too long.
I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin.
It's hard to imagine.
Picture me rollin.
I gots to get the fuck up in.
Goin to lay a caper.
Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper.
My bitch fin to have a bastard, see?
So I need to hit a lick, drastically.
I see some bald head ass niggas and they slippin in my spot
And, uh, diggin in the pots.
Check in the park, Pac.
We caught em sleepin.
We didn't think you niggas creepin.
This how we do it every weekend
And I dump for madness(?)
It's time to count the profit.
CPO, we got the bomb spot.
Nigga, time to clock it.
I get the liquor and you could get the females.
This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales.
Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9.
I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine.
Now we satisfied.
Got the pockets on swollen.
Boss hog and this Pac nigga.
Picture us rollin.
Heh, heh, heh.
Y'all ready for me?
Picture me rollin roll call
You know there's some mother fuckers out there
I just could not forget about.
I wanna make sure they can see me.
Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Faciluties,
All you bitch asses.
Can you niggas see me from there?
Ballin on all y'all punk ass.
Heh, ha ha!
Picture me rollin, baby.
Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks,
I told yall niggas when I come home it's on.
That's right nigga, picture me rollin
Oh, I forgot....the DA(district attorney)
Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court.
Can the ho see me from here?
Can you see me, ho?
Picture me rollin'.
And all you punk police, can you see me?
Am I clear to you?
Picture me rollin' nigga, legit.
Free like OJ all day
You can't stop me.
You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker.
Noope, ?, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme
Can you picture us rollin?
Can you see me ho?
Is y'all ready for me .
We up out this bitch.
Any time y'all wanna see me again,
Rewind this track right here, close your eyes
And picture me rollin.
~8. 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
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 ?
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)
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 ?
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)
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 ?
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
~9. Toss It Up~
[Tupac]
The money behind the dreams
My right hand, my other Capo in this big motherfuckin war we got
My other Capo in this big ass, conglomerate called Death Row
Snoop motherfuckin Dogg, Tha Doggfather
And who he comin through right now, Makaveli the Don
Feel this, Killuminati
(Toss it up!)
Lord have mercy, father help us all
Since you supllied yo' phone number, I can't help but call
Time for action, conversatin, we relaxin, kickin back
Got you curious for Thug Passion, now picture that
Tongue kissin, hand full of hair, look in my eyes
Time to make the bed rock, baby look how it rise
Me and you movin in the nude, do it in the living room
Sweatin up the sheets, it's the Thug in me
I mean no disrespectin when I tongue kiss your neck
I go a long way to get you wet, what you expect
Late night, hit the highway, drop the top
I pull over, gettin busy in the parking lot
And don't you love it how I lick your, hips and glide
Kiss you soft on your stomach, push my love inside
Got ya lost in a love zone, stuck in the lust
I got the bedroom shakin back-breakin when we're tossin it up
[K-Ci, JoJo]
In this baby, I like the way it's goin down
When all that is around, slip slide ride
Givin me love nice like
Female I like, what I wanna give all night
You and me alone everybody's gone toss it up
Baby let's, get it on!
I like the way you please me, babe
The sexy way you tease me, sugar
The way you move your body
It really drives me crazy
Your body hypnotizing, your smell is so exciting
So baby come on home with me, I like the way you give it to me!
Chorus: K-Ci, JoJo
I like the way you give it to me -- let me see you toss it up
(repeat 4X w/ variations)
Play on, play on, play on, play on, play onnnn!
(repeat 4X w/ variations)
[K-Ci, JoJo]
Ohhh, it's K-Ci baby, mmm that want you lady
Ohhh, don't act so shady, baby your taste as fine as gravy
The way you move that thang, you make me wanna sang
Girl you make my bells rang, make them go ting-a-ling!
Now the man, I'm here again
Don't worry to ever end
It's feeling too good
Gimme some more, oh lady lady
Your body the kind I like-ah
Big booty to the lung delight-ah
Bag it up yo, let me in there
Toss it up for me!!
Chorus 1/2
[Tupac]
Do you want me what's your phone number, I get around
Cali Love to my true Thugs, picture me now
Still down for that Death Row sound, searchin for paydays
No longer Dre Day, arrivederci
Blown and forgotten, rotten for plottin Child's Play
Check your sexuality, as fruity as this Alize
Quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move
Cross Death Row, now who you gon' run to?
Lookin for suckers cause you similar
Pretendin to be hard, oh my God, check your temperature
Screamin Compton, but you can't return, you ain't heard
Brothers pissed cause you switched and escaped to the burbs
Mob on to this new era, cause we Untouchable
Still can't believe that you got 'Pac rushin you
Up in you, bless the real, all the rest get killed
Who can you trust, only time reveals -- toss it up!
Chorus w/ variations
[Tupac]
Play on playa, play on
How can some non-players do a song about Compton
and then wanna do a player song?
How can non-players do it? (We not little kids, we not playin)
Tellin lies, who?
Puffy, I read your little interview buddy, c'mon
You still ain't touchin us, all that peace talk
I don't care if you kiss my ass from here to across the street boy
It's on
Toss it up, we took you on, and we took y'all beat
You know we beat you down, and we took y'all beat
Cause you wasn't rockin it right
Tired of suckers rockin it, toss it up, is how we did it
Yeah, toss it up now!
~10. Dear Mama~
You are appreciated...
When I was young, me and my mama had beef
17 years old kicked out on tha streets
though back in tha time, I never thought I'd see her face
ain't a woman alive that can take my mommas place
suspended from school, scared ta go home
I was a fool with tha big boys breaking all tha rules
shed tears with my baby sister
over tha years we wuz poorer than tha other little kids
and even though we had different dadies
tha same drama when things went wrong we blamed mama
I reminised on tha stress I caused, it wuz hell
hugg'en on my mama from a jail cell
and who'ed think in elementry, heeeey i'd see tha penatentry
One day
running from tha Police, that's right
Momma catch me--put a whoop'en to my backside
and even as a crack fiend mama,
ya always was a black queen mama
I finally understand for a woman
it ain't easy--trying ta raise a man
ya always wuz commited, a poor single mother on welfare,
tell me how ya did it
there's no way I can pay ya back
but tha plan is ta show ya that I understand.
you are appreciated......
Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Ain't nobody tell us it wuz fair
no luv for my daddy, cause tha coward wuzn'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 wuz looking for a father--he wuz gone
I hung around with tha thug's and even though they sold drugs
they showed a young brother luv
I moved out and started really hang'in
I needed money of my own so I started slang'in
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good, putting money in your mailbox
I love paying rent when tha rents due
I hope ya got tha diamond necklace that I sent to you
cause when I wuz low, you was there for me
ya never left me alone, cause ya cared for me
and I can see ya coming home after work late
ya in tha kitchen trying ta fix us a hot plate
just working with tha scraps you wuz given
and mama made miracles every Thanksgiving
but now tha road got rough, your alone
trying 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.....
Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
pour out some liquor and I remenise
cause through tha drama, I can always depend on my mama
and when it seems that i'm hopeless
you say tha words that can get me back in focus
when I wuz sick as a little kid
ta keep me happy theres no limit to tha things ya did
and all my childhood memories
are full of all tha sweet things ya did for me
and even though I act craaaazy
I got ta thank tha Lord that ya maaaade me
There are no words that can express how I feel
Ya never kept a secret, always stayed real
and I appreciate how ya raised me
and all tha extra love that ya gave me
I wish I could take tha pain away
If you can make it through tha night, there's a brighter day
everything'll be alright if ya hold on
it's a strugle
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.......
Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya, Sweeeet Laaaady
Laaaady...[fades]...Laaaady
~11. All About U (ft. Nate Dogg &YGD Tha Top Dawg)~
You probably crooked as the last trick
Wanna laugh about how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch?
Thinking I had her but she had me in the long run
Its just my luck I'm stuck fuckin with wrong one, uh
Wise decisions based on lies we living
Skandalous times is games like my religion
You could be rolling with a thug
Instead you with this sweet scrub
Looking for some love
In every club, I see you standing like you want it
Well baby if ya 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 holler but you tell me you're taken
Sayin you ain't impressed with the money I'm make
Guess its true what they telling me
Fresh out of jail lights hell for a black celebrity
So thats the reason why I call
And maybe you with it
Fantasies of the sweatin
Can I hit it? (hahaha)
Addicted to the things you do
Its still true what I'm saying Boo
Cause this is All About U
Every other city we go
Every other video
(its all about you)
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe
[repeat]
I'll make a promise if ya go with me
Just let me know, I'll have you hollering
My name 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
Cause we coming from the same place
Witness me holler at a hoochie, see how quick the game takes
How can I tell her I'm a playa
And I don't even care
Creep though
Weed smokes in the air
Everywhere I go, its all about the groupie hoes
waiting for niggas at the end of every show
I just seen ya in my friends video
Never put you on my friends so here we go
Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm going through
It's All About U
(Yeah nigga, its All About U)
[Chorus 2X]
Is you sick from the dick or is it the flu?
It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew
Every other city we go and every video
Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe
You think it's all about you?
Well, boo, I gets down like Dru and my nasty new niggas, too
You couldn't hold me back
It'll take a fatter track, a lyrical attack
Or perhaps it was a visual bluff
When I started to snaps all your ??
Straight in control
?Flows are full?
Why hold a cold stroll?
Coldest set
I told you I'm as gold
And that's gold diggin
Cold diggin a ??
I slide in easily
Try a grizzly
Sluts know the cuts
I came to fuck
Try skeezin me
Runnin up in this
It's like ?? when I bring ya the most
I fuck a bitch from the West coast
[Chorus 4X]
(You know what I'm saying?)
Every other city we go
I see the same hoes
In the studio, that kickin it in the video
It's gotta be the same ass and thighs
But you's a groupie baby, and don't look surprised
I can see it in your eyes, that you ain't nothing but a trick
Hanging with us, for some superstar dick
Want an autograph placed on her napkin
After she asks "Ain't you the Top Dogg and don't you be rappin?"
She know whats crackin
Peep shows like Luke
From the limos, down to the Lexus coupes
We be flossin, and all females love that
Especially when you're dope, platinum, and your own ?
So when I met you
I really didn't have to say much
Cause me alone
Just made you want to taste and touch
Don't be trippin if I run up in you and your whole crew
I'ma still let you know girl, that it's all about you
~12. To Live & Die In L.A.~
[Dominique] Street Science, you're on the air *static*
What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? *static*
[Man responds] I love Tupac's new record *static*
[Dominique]
Right, but don't you feel like that creates *static*
a tension between East and West? *static*
He's talking about killing people *static*
I had sex with your wife and not in those words *static*
but he's talking about I wanna see you deceased *static*
Intro: Makaveli
No doubt... to live and die in LA
California -- what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun
and everybody got love
Verse One: Makaveli
To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggaz hustle for the cash so it's hard to knok it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin
Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces
Shed tears as we bury niggaz close to heart
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it
Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on him
Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson
Court cases keep me guessin, plea bargain
ain't an option now, so I'm stressin, cost me more
to be free than a life in the pen
Makin money off of cuss words, writin again
Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
Late night down Sunset likin the scene
What's the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell
To live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing
Chorus: Val Young
To live and die in LA, it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Makaveli
It's the, City of Angels and constant danger
South Central LA, can't get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb
Watchin the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many niggaz gettin three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen the right across from hell, I can't cry
Cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now
Livin life Thug style, so I can't smile
Writin to my peoples when they ask for pictures
Thinkin Cali just fun and bitches, hahaha
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other niggaz copycats, these is G's
I love Cali like I love woman
Cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in him
We might fight with each other, but I promise you this
We'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed
To live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)
Chorus
Verse Three: Makaveli
Cause would it be LA without Mexicans?
Black love brown pride and the sets again
Pete Wilson tryin to see us all broke, I'm on some bullshit
Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY
Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK
Automatics rang free, niggaz lost they way
Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood
But reconize and it's all good, where the weed at?
Niggaz gettin shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this muhfucka perved out, M.O.B.
Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex, wit a ounce to burn
Got them Watts niggaz with me, OFTB
They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me
Neckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too
Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin it pay
Gettin high watchin time fly, to live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)
Chorus
Outro: Makaveli
This go out for 92.3, and 106
All the radio stations that be bumpin my shit
Makin my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe
This go out to all the magazines that supported me
All the real motherfuckers
All the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers
LA, California Love part motherfuckin Two
Without gay ass Dre
~13. Hearz 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
~2Pac&Outlawz - Still I Rise~
~1. Letter To The President~
Uhh.. dear Mr. PresidentWhas happenin?
I'm writin you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected
Ain't nothin changed
All the promises you made, before you got elected..
.. they ain't came true
[2Pac]
Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood
Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President
(Me and my homies is wonderin what's goin on.. holla!)
Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood
Send mo' troops..
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious
cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches
Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss
each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick
My heaviest verse'll move a mountain
Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin
Fuck the friendships, I ride alone
Destination Death Row, finally found a home
Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely
yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin on?
Figure if we high they can train us
but then America fucked up and blamed up
I guess it's cause we black that we targets
My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit
In case you don't know, I let my pump go
Get ?ride for M'Thulu? like I ride for Geronimo
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
(What should I do?)
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
[E.D.I. Amin]
Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable
cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out
under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless
and young soul bros, ready to rode a starship
Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless
I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that
Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
It's the only thing makin pay besides smoke and work
On a mission listen more chips my goal and position
First on my decision I realized the same nigga
Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar
Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better
But you keep, tellin us, that it is
while your motherfuckin troops keep killin our kids, dig
Don't be surprised if you see us
Dumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
[Kastro]
Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke
Fightin first my trained brain until it's not so
It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals
And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks
Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care
for a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair
I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale
So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail
But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share
Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here
Me and these 223'sll freeze the biggest with ease
I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees
and I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent
And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President
Shit is still fucked up y'all
And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better
and it ain't gon' get better
[2Pac]
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up..
Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly
I wanna meet the President, but will he meet me?
He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug Nigga
We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin
How hypocritical is Liberty?
That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me
My history, full of casket and scars
My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars
And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?
Somewhere in the middle of my mind
is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin let him die
Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin in my own blood
Lookin for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President
[Big Syke]
Blacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin low?
Y'all sniffin blow and postin what they hittin fo'?
Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid
Look what you made, little kids gettin sprayed
Day after day, and night after night
Battles and wars to the daylight
We might change and rearrange if you do somethin
Til then we gonna keep it comin, Mr. President
Hehe
And I meant every word in my letter to the President
[2Pac]
Word motherfuckin life
Fuck this nigga think?
Cuttin taxes, takin off welfare
We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin?
Motherfuckers crazier than a motherfuckin ??
Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga
We fin' to hustle til we come up
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. Clinton, shit
It's gettin harder and harder for a motherfucker
to make a dollar in these here streets
I mean shit, I hear you screamin peace
But we can't find peace
til my little niggaz on these streets get a piece
I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me
So why don't you help a nigga out?
Sayin you cuttin welfare
That got us niggaz on the street, thinkin who in the hell care?
Shit, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
but y'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin dollars
What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?
We ain't stupid
Think you got us lookin to lose
Tryin to turn all us young niggaz into troops
You want us to fight your war
What the fuck I'm fightin for?
Shit, I ain't got no love here
I ain't had a check all year
Taxin, all the blacks and
police beatin me in the streets
Fuck peace
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
~2. Still I Rise~
Dear LordAs we down here, struggle for as long as we know
In search of a paradise to touch (my nigga Johnny J)
Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go
The only place for us
I know, try to make the best of bad situations
Seems to be my life's story
Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain
And can't nobody live this life for me
It's a ride y'all, a long hard ride
[2Pac]
Somebody break me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed the semen
Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin
on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop
From a single drop, this is what they got
Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser
Only plan he had for momma was to fuck her and abuse her
Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me
Stranded on welfare, another broken family
Now what was I to be, a product of this heated passion
Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of ass
Look how it began, nobody gave a fuck about me
Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me
How can I survive? Got me askin white Jesus
will a nigga live or die, cause the Lord can't see us
in the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
No sunny days and we only play sometimes
When everybody's sleepin
I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin
I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone
I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own
on the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks
I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops
Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn
You can buy rocks glocks or a herringbone
You can ask my man Ishmael Reed
Keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind
Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pass the weed nigga
That Hennessey'll keep me keyed nigga
Everywhere I go niggaz holla at me, "Keep it real G"
And my reply til they kill me
Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did
The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise
[Ta'He]
Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
Please give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry
[Yaki Khadafi]
I stay sharp as always
Runnin ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways
Dumpin crews like two's, nigga all day
Secrets of war prepare me for the worst
A life that's lavish full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse
But now my dreams it seeems though, be placin triple beams and things bro
Diamond pinkie ring got the loot poppin out my jeans
[Napoleon]
Now I plan to keep my glock cocked
If trouble was searchin for me then why not?
Show em what I'm made of plus raised on, on my block
Chancellor Ave, where many turn to the street, thugs snatchin bags
We out for power, makin cash it wasn't fast it'll make me mad
I'm just like, pimpin
My homey on the corner with his gat tucked, in
Youngest they buckin somethin the life he leads
the life he don't need, don't we all know
He tryin to rise up and we just go doe, still he rise
[Young Noble]
Dreams of lost hope
I hit the strip broke where the fiends get coke
and still I rise now I float cowards ghost
Whenever we come around, I'm runnin down
clutchin a pound, live as sirens, duckin the sound
I used to hustle with my moms til the sun came
My homey Harm doin time from this drug game
Stolen cars, war scars, born a Outlaw
Behind bars, go to sleep just to see the stars
Freedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm block
Crackheads only ten learn to duck cops
[Khadafi]
In ninety-six my glock's my plastic, passion for blastin bastards
No faces for open caskets, peelin ya cap backwards
Ya cowards ain't prepared for pistol practice
I send my missiles through your mattress
Leavin holes in your body like a cactus
While me and my crew be boppin more greens than topic
and loot to keep the seams in my motherfuckin jeans poppin
Leavin ya spleen to pick up
Half of you niggaz is softer than a Snicker
Let's go to war and see who draw quicker
and still I rise, and still I rise...
[Ta'He]
Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
Please give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry
Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
Please give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry
[some little kid]
Y'all niggaz fake
All day everyday
So now I got roller blades, bitch
Thought you knew
Your mouth is rich
C'mon pops, let's go...
~3. Secretz Of War~
Chorus (E.D.I. Amin):You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
[E.D.I. Amin]
War Time
War Time, it's either yourz or mine
Outlawz be on a grind, and a mission to shine
And ride on em', leave em' stuck and fucked from the gate
Set it straight, regulate
wit' a bomb I'm about to detonate (Boom!)
Hesitate, aww, now you know what
ya'll niggaz were here to go
If you know it was good for ya
Buncha toy souljahs all dressed in fatigue
But I'm Edi Amin on a mission to make em bleed
Nigga what?, Nigga who?
It was cool? and at you?, what the fuck is gone do?
Barbecue and boo-hoo
Ride or die, get money all at the same time
Split the pie with the homie, ball at the same time
Any nigga splippin', fall at the same time
We all links in the chain, tryin to gain, do time
We all see the sunshine
But when you could do yourz, we'll bring these muthafuckas war
Chorus (E.D.I. Amin):
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
[2Pac]
As I approach the scene, from smokin' green
Got my eyes closed, niggaz so cold on my foes
I make em' die froze
Watch me make em' bleed, make em' G's
Lord help me wit'it
Got me paintin' pictures of a mil-ticket
Help me get'it
See me and pray for options
but the pressures nonstop
Niggaz get the pistol poppin'
And watch they body drop
I'm a lethal threat, watch me hit your set
Flash on, blast on them bitch-made niggaz wit' my mask on
Do it for profit, plus I'm, lookin for punks to bust on
If you ain't screamin' WestSide, you can get the fuck on
I'm seein' demons hittin' weed
Got me hearin' screamin'
Scared to go to sleep, watch the scene like a dope-fiend
Probably be punished for it, though you can't ignore it
I live the life of a thug nigga, and die for it
Niggaz pass the clip and watch me bring em to the floor
I got some shit that they ain't ready for (What you got?)
I got the Secretz of War
Chorus (E.D.I. Amin):
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
[Yaki Kadafi]
We do this thug life shit, like 4, 5, 6, dick em'
Down wit' no rounds left up in the pound when the sounds (Here we go)
Squeeze the lead off, I blow his mutha fuckin' head off
Signal all the other outlawz to get this shit set off
Yaki Kadafi, it ain't a cop here to stop me
These streetz is black hockey and raw we get sloppy
Put a pamper on your silly ass prestyle grammar
Locked in the slammer, while I'm layed cocked back like a hammer
Ya'll newly weds that in honey moons, times bout up
Ya'll, that means I leave no trace found with you face, bounce, stuck
Your pig scanners can't come close touch or even hit me
Doin' my dirt, puttin' in work, you see shit, what you gonna do?
Chorus (E.D.I. Amin):
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
Yo, we go to war
[Young Noble]
We check the murder rate percentage
Niggaz is finished
Get blood checks from clinics
This thug shit is in us
Flowin' through my system, you a victim
Blunts, I twist em', fuck the whole world
It's us against them
you got some heat? Pull it out
Cock the hammer if you wit' it, don't make
No difference here, with the 25 to life sentence
We already doin' life on the streetz
Like algae, niggaz be heated, when they walkin' the beat
This shit is flaky, makin' backs shaky, niggaz hate me
Scared to face me, knowin' that the Outlawz blaze me
Pull me up on game, put me up on a hustle
Once I suck my money muscle, all the G's got devils
Movin' shit like a dollar, beatin' niggaz like Rodney
Turn a killa like Kadafi, and a nuke stream to stop me
Chorus (E.D.I. Amin):
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
We go to war
[2Pac]
Bring it on
And all you lil' young ass souljahs
You play this shit back about fifteen times
You'll have enough game to roll up in a club or somethin
Teach these bitches a lil' somethin', you know what I mean?
Secretz of muthafuckin' War....
~4. Baby Don't Cry (Keep Your Head Up II)~
[2Pac]
I feel you {uhh} .. (baby don't)
but you can't, you can't give up
{Hey.. 2Pac what?}
[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {Outlawz}
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {Keep ya head up}
[2Pac]
Now here's a story bout a woman with dreams
So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen
Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile
Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while
I could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek
Sheddin quiet tears in the back seat; so when she asked me,
"What would you do if it was you?"
Couldn't answer such a horrible pain to live through
I tried to trade places in the tragedy
I couldn't picture three crazed niggaz grabbin me
For just a moment I was trapped in the pain, Lord come and take me
Four niggaz violated, they chased and they raped me
Even though it wasn't me, I could feel the grief
Thinkin with your brains blown that would make the pain go
No! You got to find a way to survive
cause they win when your soul dies
[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
Baby please don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {never give up}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up}
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry
[Edi Amin]
Uhh
Forget him girl (forget him girl) he ain't gon' never change
I ain't no hater but that nigga lost in the game
After the bright lights and big thangs
he probably could loev you, but he in love with the struggle
Everyday, his mind on gettin mo' (gettin mo')
and never your feelings, he's chasin millions fo' sho'
Uh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn)
Another wild-ass nigga that's gon' drive you crazy
You got too much, mo', livin to do - I'm spittin this to you,
cause you deserve more than what he givin to you (that's right)
Beautiful, black, precious, and complicated
A new millennium dime piece, so fine she
got em all stuck standin still when she come through
Baby take a little mo' time, love'll find you
And show us the sky's blue somebody other than me
gon' give you everything you need, feel me?
{Don't cry-ahhhhh..}
[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {keep your head up}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up}
Even when the road is hard, never give up {no no.. ohhhh}
Baby don't cry
[Young Noble]
I'm tryin to do all that I can, from jump
Now you losin, you was choosin the wrong man
Dealt the wrong hand, you was young and beautiful
Lost and turned out, what you let that nigga do to you? (Damn)
I knew her since elementary, she blew a kiss to me
Wrote me a note in crayon, wantin to get with me
We was kids, now she got three kids
They see their father e'ryday, and they don't know who he is
Seen him last night, homey roll a E-class
Mad cheese in the stash, still a deadbeat dad
I bring her, Pampers and food, just to stop through
But those, ain't my seeds, nuttin really I could do (nah)
I feel pity for you, you ain't even his wife
Seventeen with three kids, locked down for life
Shoulda chose me, she bout to O.D. from the pressure
Hell nah I won't let her {BABY DON'T CRY}
[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby don't cry}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby baby baby}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {no..}
Even when the road is hard, never give up {no-ohhhh}
Baby don't cry, I gotta keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {ooooh baby}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {keep your head up}
{keep your head up, never give up}
Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry
[Young Noble]
Uhh, uhh, yeah, don't give up {you'll be alright}
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry
[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry
[Edi Amin]
For all the ladies {Soulshock, Karlin}
Baby don't cry
Got to keep your head up {keep your head up}
Makaveli the Don {head up} aight?
~5. As The World Turns~
[2Pac]
As the world turns..
As the world turns my niggaz grow and grow and grow
and get dough and roll and ride
Niggaz die and mommas cry
Niggaz got alibis and suicides and homicides
and three strikes and yo' life and my life and times change
And niggaz fame, as the world turns..
Though I walk thru the valley of hell the shadow follows me
Wisdom hard to swallow tomorrow expect apologies
You probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet
Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted
and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me
I pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me
And still, the best of us build, and reach monetary gains
Some of us kill, but still, most of us can change
if we search deeper, god bless the hustler, curse the first sleeper
Enemies get beside me, flows go deeper inside
We we ride plots keep all my enemies blinded
Time will soon show, a thought can last for years
Outshinin them fakes smile plastic tears
like last year, niggaz stuck in the past, and it's clear
Just some busta ass bastards allergic to cash this year
Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-B
Killin bustaz is my motherfuckin job, him or me
Lyrically fatally driven, niggaz reported missin
My competition dead or in prison, as the world turns...
Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background)
(Turns.. turns, turns, turns, and turns
My niggaz grow and grow and grow
and gettin dough and dough and dough
from this state to that state
from this cell to that cell, as the world turns)
As the world keeps turnin round and round
It's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin
[Young Noble]
As the world turn burnin paths, starin through my rearview
It's a war goin on, and the President is in too
I hear Tu-Pac sayin, "Watch em they'll kill you"
Sippin Thug Passion, scrub actin like he feel you
Steady plottin, ready or not; Outlawz lost
but not forgotten, from Gittere to Compton
A spitter of the hotness, long timeness
So like six I ain't never been rich
I need cream, to buy Ellene a dream house
She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlawww
[Napoleon]
Another lonely nigga with a 12-gage pump
with a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, fuck these punks
Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt
I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf
I ride or die for Makaveli the legendary war thug nigga
Kadafi betta unslug this nigga, Seike betta undrug this nigga
Out of the buildin we street children with no souls
Our hearts gon' stay cold, the war gon' stay on
We serve em, like Pac told us to, catch em wet with the tec
Hit em in the neck and watch him die like he supposed to
Napoleon the front line soldier, front times over
Rider for the mightly dollar rather drunk or sober
Nigga talkin thug walkin all through yo' squad
Y'all niggaz scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie
Better be prepared than try to dunk away from these strays homie
Worlds turn, thangs burn, all in one shot
Rest in peace to the fallen soldiers, all that we got
As the world turns..
Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background)
(And my niggaz roll and ride, hahaha
Niggaz gettin swoll out
And it don't stop and it don't quit
That real shit! As the world turns..
Niggaz die for
How many you niggaz try for this? As the world turns
Murderin methods.. haha OUTLAW!)
As the world keeps turnin round and round
It's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin
As the world keeps turnin round and round
It's gon' be goin round as the world turns..
[E.D.I. Amin]
Only haters caught feelings, when my homie caught millions
And acquired the desired status of boss livin
We cross driven, cornered into a life that's hellish
Payin our dues with bloodshed, ain't shit y'all could tell us
Fellas - mount up, it's time for battle, it's on now
Two worlds collidin armies ridin soldiers, gone wild
Sometimes I think my glory days was back in my youth
I sought too for family, but I got it lost in these ounces
Now as the world turns court adjourns, I'm sentenced to burn
The cost of my sins too much, nuttin left to earn
[Kadafi]
October 9th 1977 first day out my baby carriage
Married my Mack-11 hit the block playin
Only five years up in this bitch, poppa runnin from the Feds
Puttin peanut butter on the walls to hide his prints
Me on my own, not yet grown but only man of the home
to protect my zone in these streets I roam
Dough on d-low, downin straight shots of Cristal Brothers
Hundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, fuck eighth
I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state
Got the drop on the spot, movin pounds of weight
Fuck my fate and lots of loot to burn, a hustler's yearn
for this dirty money earned as this crooked world turns
Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper (repeats as Tupac speaks)
[2Pac]
Hahaha.. as the world turns..
and turns and turns and turns.. haha
This for the soldiers out there involved in the everyday struggle
Hopin to bubble, keep on hustlin, as the world turns
Money come and go, hoes come and go, foes come and go
Friends come and go.. my soldiers, stay eternal
Outlaw Immortalz, dedicated
I send this to black Jesus, only he can feed us
When you need us, as the world turns
Throw this shit in the deck, hahah
Niggaz gettin chin checked
From the East to the West best to wear a vest
Nigga we ain't the ones to test, fuck you
As the world turns
Outlaw ridahs, Mutah right beside us
Camillion, wanna make a million
Haha legit, as the world turns.. haha..
Burn baby burn
[Napoleon]
A lot of niggaz get burned as the world turns
A lot of niggaz gettin burned as the world turns..
Gettin burned as the world turns
~6. Black Jesus~
[2Pac]Searching for Black Jesus
Oh yeah, sportin jewels and shit, yaknahmean?
(Black Jesus; you can be Christian
Baptist, Jehovah Witness)
Straight tatted up, no doubt, no doubt
(Islamic, won't matter to me
I'm a thug; thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day)
Young Kadafi in this bitch, set it off nigga..
What?
[Kadafi]
I do my shootin's on a knob, prayin to God for my squad
Stuck in a nightmare, hopin he might care
Though times is hard, up against all odds, I play my cards
like I'm jailin, shots hittin up my spot like midnight rains hailin
Got me bailin to stacks more green; Gods ain't tryin to be trapped
on no block slangin no rocks like bean pies
Brainstorm on the beginnin
Wonder how shit like the Qu'ran and the Bible was written
What is religion?
Gods words all cursed like crack
Shai-tan's way of gettin us back
Or just another one of my Black JesuS traps
[Storm]
Who's got the heart to stand beside me?
I feel my enemies creepin up in silence
Dark prayer, scream violence - demons all around me
Can't even bend my knees just a lost cloud; Black Jesus
give me a reason to survive, in this earthly hell
Cause I swear, they tryin to break my well
I'm on the edge lookin down at this volatile pit
Will it matter if I cease to exist? Black Jesus
[2Pac]
All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail
Some missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to jail
In times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops
like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black Jesus, hahahahaha
He's like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black Jesus
[Young Noble]
Outlawz we got our own race, culture, religion
Rebellin against the system, commence to lynchin
The President ain't even listenin to the pain of the youth
We make music for eternity, forever the truth
Political prisoner, the two choices that they givin us
Ride or die, for life they sentence us
Oh Black Jesus, please watch over my brother Shawn
Soon as the sky get bright, it's just another storm
Brothers gone, now labeled a statistic
Ain't no love for us ghetto kids, they call us nigglets
History repeats itself, nuttin new
In school I knew, e'rything I read wasn't true
Black Jesus
[2Pac]
To this click I'm dedicated, criminal orientated
An Outlaw initiated, blazed and faded
Made for terror, major league niggaz pray together
Bitches in they grave while my real niggaz play together
We die clutchin glasses, filled with liquor bomblastic
Creamated, last wishes nigga smoke my ashes
High sigh why die wishin, hopin for possibilities
I'll mob on, why they copy me sloppily
Cops patrol projects, hatin the people livin in them
I was born an inmate, waitin to escape the prison
Went to church but don't understand it, they underhanded
God gave me these commandments, the world is scandalous
Blast til they holy high; baptize they evil minds
Wise, no longer blinded, watch me shine trick
Which one of y'all wanna feel the degrees?
Bitches freeze facin Black Jesus
[2Pac]
All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail
Some missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to jail
In times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops
like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black Jesus
[Kastro]
Some say, some day, some how, some way, we gon' fail
And it ain't hard to tell, we dwell in hell
Trapped, black, scarred and barred
Searching for truth, where it's hard to find God
I play the Pied Piper, and to this Thug Life, I'm a lifer
Proceed, to turn up the speed, just for stripes
My Black Jesus, walk through this valley with me
Where we, so used to hard times and casualties
Indeed, it hurt me deep to have to sleep on the streets
And haven't eaten in weeks, so save a prayer for me
And all the young thugs, raised on drugs and guns
Blazed out and numb, slaves to this slums
This ain't livin... Jesus
{*singers repeat in background 3X*}
We believed in you
Everything you do
Just wanna let you know, how we feel
Black Jesus!
Searchin for Black Jesus
It's hard, it's hard
We need help out here
So we searchins for Black Jesus
It's like a Saint, that we pray to in the ghetto, to get us through
Somebody that understand our pain
You know maybe not too perfect, you know
Somebody that hurt like we hurt
Somebody that smoke like we smoke
Drink like we drink
That understand where we coming from
That's who we pray to
We need help y'all
~7. Homeboyz~
[2Pac]
Oh shit, caught that nigga alone
Ain't that a bitch
Hey, uh, this one here is, uhh
for them niggaz that be Johnny Dangerous when they be fuckin fifty deep
But they be fuckin cowards when they by theyselves
You know who I'm talkin about
(You know who I'm talkin about) that's right
You ain't shit without your homeboys
You ain't shit without your homeboys
You ain't shit without your homeboys
Now
Now everytime I see you cats is rollin in packs
For the life of me I cannot see why you don't know how to act
Love to clown when you deep, but when you on that solo creep
out on the streets you don't hear a peep
Nigga it's a god damn shame, somebody explain
why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man's game
Tear that ass out the frame, completely get that ass kicked
Woke up on the street but you'll be sleepin in the casket
How long will it last, nigga don't ask, just be first to blast
Outlaw on the mash tryin to be the first to see some cash
My shit's classic, like my nigga Nate
Go get the tape, we keep the nation anticipatin until we break
Money made me evil, court cases got me stressed
Niggaz aimin at my head but I still wear my vest
I don't give a fuck motherfuckers I'm loc
They all duckin when my gun smoke
cause you ain't shit without your homeboys
You probably run at the sound of funk
I give a fuck, you niggaz is punks
Without your homeboys, you be the first to reach in your trunk
You scary niggaz is punks, you ain't shit without your homeboys
Nigga, punk ass motherfucker
You ain't shit without your homeboys
Throw your hands up you little trick, coward motherfucker
[Young Noble]
Like Yak said, how the fuck you gonna shoot me rocks
When you got the Outlaw 'Pac shittin ya box
You was lookin real weak walkin down the street
Now a nigga thirty deep, oh you wanna beef
Talk cheap, shoot a nigga the fair one
Your homies like fuck it, what's this you the only scared one
(faggot ass) Damn son, close call I bet
Now down around the way you gets no respect
They like that Outlaw nigga played you out
We could have took it to the firfth I would I have laid you out
Niggaz be actin all different when they dogs come around
Watch em act like bitches when Outlawz draw down
They all clown, better yet they all stunned
You the type to have a gun and never blazed it once
Get y'all banana split, you ain't Emmanuel
Outlawz you'll never forget
Makaveli the Don get a call y'all
Turnin these streets into Vietnam
Where your homeboys, homeboy
[2Pac]
You ain't shit without your homeboys
My thug niggaz, I love niggaz
From small time crooks to big-time drug dealers
My homeboys, the only thing a nigga got left
I love my niggaz to death, we ain't shit without our homeboys
.. You know what time it is
I ain't shit without my homeboys
Hey, tell em the story how you came up nigga
Now I was born alone, took my first joint and I got high alone
Now I'm an Outlaw nigga, I never die alone
Me and my niggaz is so close, it's complicated
One nigga smokin and drinkin, and yet we all faded
My nigga Edi had a son we all happy
Cause now that little ridah got to deal with eight daddies
My niggaz cry, we all cry, and all ride
To rectify the problem, motherfuckers they all die
Been tryin to make a million, by hustlin since my adolescense
From crack dealin to rap villian, my new profession
Who wanna see me at eight deep, fuck 3D
You coward ass motherfuckers'll never see me
Bustin with automatic straps, my raw raps like good crack
Niggaz fiendin, I got em comin back
Until I die, they label me as a ridah
Forever, my niggaz be together
Ain't shit without your homeboys
Thug niggaz I love niggaz
From small time crooks to big-time drug dealers
Without your homeboys, the only thing a nigga got left
I love my niggaz to death
We ain't shit without our homeboys
(without our homeboys)
Love my niggaz to death
We ain't shit without our homeboys
Love you niggaz to death
~8. Hell 4 A Hustler~
[2Pac]
Get on yo' knees nigga
Get on yo' knees and pray
Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest
Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus
I'm makin money moves manditory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggaz we rushin and still bustin
til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings
Ditchin my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin villain
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list
So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds
in a dirty bitch, waitin to trick me, not the life for me
Livin carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me
I'm bustin on niggaz until they scurry, I'm clearly
a man of military means in my artillery
Watchin over me through every murder scene
From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
Sellin dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry
And still, we try to change the past, in vain
Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed
of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul?
Got tired of small time livin, niggaz tellin me no
I got MINE, FUCK THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality
Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for us
Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) *repeat 2X*
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler
[E.D.I. Amin]
Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious
Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness
If I fail, then I suffer, bein broke is hell 4 a hustler
So I stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might I can muster
Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in
One's five's and ten's was funny money
So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo'
Real nigga fo' sho', out in the cold for dough
What you thought? ??, lost homies in plenty battles
Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you
Let me catch you slippin, you soft niggaz is outta here
In case you forgot, we on the same shit that got us here
[Young Noble]
Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make
Every jail I break, every mill' I ate
Head to head, whoever hustle hardest
On the block duckin charges, nigga fuck the sergeant
He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke
Listen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo'
Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words
for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz
They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck son
Dyin luck none supply us with much guns
I buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya
Slangin cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler
Chorus
[2Pac]
No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn
Censor me and void your kids from the lessons I've learned
And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social
Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em
Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu
Niggaz do unto these snitches, before it's done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
best believe they comin for my dogs in the mornin
And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
Strikes, walkin close to my third, I live a trouble life
And if you dream be a part of my team
From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustaz
Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler
Chorus
[2Pac]
This is how we ride
Not knowin if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild til they all die
This is how we ride
Not knowin if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild
until they all die, Outlaw
Yes (change my ways) yes
The Black Jesuz guide us through this
Weary weary weary weary
Only God can save us
Nuttin but boss players
Outlawz and thugs
~9. High Speed~
[E.D.I Amin]
I speak
For all my niggaz livin' in the rush
Slow it down just a notch baby
It's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright
[2Pac + E.D.I Amin]
Life in High Speed
Fuck the punishment, tie weed
I gonna buy me a gun
Fuck doin' time
[2Pac]
I live life High Speed
Slightly disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthafuckas even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, niggaz decieve swiftly
Look at you now, why you wanna hang out?
I pull the hammer back
Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthafuckin' back out
They blast but I'm still standin'
Slightly scarred deep
Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul
Though my life was hard with no remorse
I absorb bomb less it's without protection for the boss
Rollin' in my double, raw, rugged, and ruthless
Keep a vest through these hard times, knowin' it's useless
And my crew, who could should be mistaken for Jews
We all about our past, blast if he break the rules
Fools done snitched for the D.A., be heavensent
Switched like a stone-bitch, turned str8 severed then, why?
Then they wonder why niggaz die
Put your family in danger just to get high
Now, what the hell can we get from jail?
More tricks for the crime rate, this is hell
Bail out, a thug nigga fresh out the jailhouse
Open your safe count and take all your mail out
Whatever happens happens
Whoever falls dies
We fresh out of time, livin blind, so we all ride
In times like these, chronic and tie weed
Puffin' through these High Speedz
And people say
Chorus (2Pac):
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night
[Yaki Kadafi]
Verbal assassin, I hit the corner fast, blastin'
I plan to stretch your chest plate back like elastic
No need to push me to slippin'
I love beef, like pussy and pistols
For all you pussies that's soft as tissue
I ride plottin' like the fall guy out the roof
Bustin' at you wise guy, gettin' high, sippin' hundred proof
Gettin' your neck joints low to verdict wit' mine
Get that ass attacked, murdered, and robbed, blind from behind
Grab your shots', callin'
Catchin niggaz while they stormin'
Kickin' his door in
And get your whole fuckin' family a' mournin'
Plus all you itchy-bitchy types can't touch me
Frontin' like your hard
I'll play your fuckin' yard like a trussel
Chorus (2Pac):
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night
[E.D.I Amin]
At times, I look through times wit' so much anger
Wonderin' why it keeps on passin' bringin' me the danger
No singal hard time is a good one
At times I'm amazed
Now what the mutha fuck a hood done
What we do to get paid
All day, for the almighty, dollar
Don't even bother to holla
We all destined to be swallowed
By the same thing we lust for
Threw away our morals in bags of dust, more
Niggaz is dying tommorrow
We, bet on all time
Nigga the clocks tickin'
Approachin' is the day you only know your glocks spittin
Cops sittin', politicians passin' laws you ain't knowin'
Soon that money goin' be illegal when you got it
Keep your dough up
But I ain't goin' tell you, what?, to stop chasin' paper
Man, I'm just like ya'll, I worry 'bout that shit later
Put the metal to the pedal, slash up nigga, blaze
Lets get blowed out High Speed til the end of my dayz
Now my people say
Chorus (2Pac): repeat 5X
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night
[2Pac]
High Speedz (we goin' all night)
Life of an Outlaw, ghetto starz (we goin' all night)
(Yes) I'm gonna buy me a gun
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
For my niggaz on the WestSide and the EastSide
And the NorthSide and the SouthSide
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
From Compton to Jersey
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Gettin' it real hard
Niggaz in Michigan, (M.O.B nigga, M.O.B)
From Atlanta, Georgia to Utah
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
From St. Louis to Alabama
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
From Mississippi to Oakland, from San Francisco to San Diego
Seattle to Florida
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
Maine to Mass, haha
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Food and Sex
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night
High Speedz
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
Outlawz with that rough shit, baby!
[E.D.I Amin]
Learn about it
Pac you goin' rap?
~10. The Good Die Young~
[Talk]
These is hard times we livin' in
Churches burnin, planes fallin from the sky
Murder, the good die young
The good definitely die young
This is a lil' somethin'
To help you get through the day
If you could
It was more than a tragedy
Emotions be grabbin' me
Plane fell from the sky
We tryin' to figure what happened
Burnin' churches, fearin' God
Who can be so cruel
We all ignorant to AIDS
Till it happens to you
Just be a man, make plans
Listen to your voice
A woman's tryin' to make decisions
We should leave them a choice
Cause who are we to say who lives and die
Breathes and stops
All this judgement on other lives
Needs to stop
What are we livin' for
Givin' more back than takin'
On my knees still waitin' for my own salvation
Now I feel abandoned
cause Pat Bucanan say I'm greedy
You can take my taxes, send me to war
But can't feed me
It's so easy to regret things
After they done
Babies catchin' murder cases
Scared to laugh in the sun
The tragedies that we all need
Love in doses
In times like these we feel closest
The good die young
Does anybody have an answer why
It seems the good die young
Can anybody tell me why
Can anybody tell me why (2x)
Now in my world will it get worse
When I been trapped since birth
But I had to sleep in a hearse
Cause it was my bed first
My grands probably burnin'
Turnin' in they grave
Some folks ain't even get to see a high age
But they did so I ain't afraid
And this money got me feelin like a star
And this murder got me
Feelin like my death ain't far
And the land (?) and stolen cars
Don't get no better
Don't get no weaker or no harder
I was raised in a rush without my moms
And my father
So tell me somethin
If I grab my gat and get the dumpin'
Would God get to lookin' at me funny
Rest in peace to my mother Aquillah Beale
Rest in peace to my father Salek Beale
Rest in peace to my grandparents
And thug in peace to my brother Seike
You know I love you
Witch world first storms (?) and then Al
Pac and then Yak
Redrey (?) Brown
Coulda' sworn I seen ya face in a cloud
Family grievin' on your last breath
Close to the heart whether you know it or not
I swear the love won't stop
Jewel, that's my boo
Mom, Duke and Lou
>From jump
You kept it true, helped to feed the crew
The good die young
Livin' fast jumpin' the gun
Mama blamin' the community for killin' her son
My cousin Darren wasn't scared of goin'
But never knowin' he was dyin' slower
I guess I see ya when I see ya soulja
Does anybody have an answer why
It seems the good die young
Can anybody tell me why
Can anybody tell me why
I know my life ain't promised
That's why the wise move in silence
Analize these scandalous times
It's hard dogg but we manage
Schools turn to war zones
Even homes unsafe
Leavin' children to play caged and raged
They hate, how come
Someone explain why the good die young
Why the bad die slow and outlive everyone
It's time somethin' is done
For our young kids
They growin' opus (??)
That ain't the way to live
Tell me why
Days go past and as they pass
Time move quicker
No time for wastin'
Put your hustle down my young dealers
Cause the end is nearer
But at least that's what they tellin' me
Hell, all I know brothers
Ain't ridin' 4 3 felonys
It's time to plan, plot, and strategize
Capitolize, mobilize
We in the war y'all
It's for all y'all
My family to the ones that stabbed (?) me
Little bit mo' love is what's recommended
Yeah, and it's plain to see
The seeds from you and me
Gon' be the ones to lead us towards unity
That's if we treat them right
Man, teach them right
Raise your kids better than you was
And see what it does
But if you don't
Man, we sho' to be done
We'll all see exactly why the good die young
Does anybody have an answer why
It seems the good die young
Can anybody tell me why
Can anybody tell me why (2x)
[Talk]
This is for all my homeboys that passed away
And all yo' homeboys that passed away
I send this out to all the fallen soldiers
That's in the cemetaries buried
Never got to see they dreams
For everything I touch you touch
For every step I take you take
For every breath I breather you breathe
Every dollar I make you make
I told you we'd make it to the sunshine one day
You just got there a little quicker
But like my homeboys Thugs say
I'll catch ya at the crossroads
The good die young
This song is dedicated to all them
Young kids and people that are innocent
That died young
At Columbine High
Rest in Peace (Oklahoma)
Outlawz
Lil' young Xzandafer
Tasha, all them
All the fallen kids
The dead babies
The closed caskets
~11. Killuminati~
[2Pac]
Let it be prophesized; niggaz'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way niggaz get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
Niggaz is bold and they choose to roll
I kill em all, watch now nigga truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
Niggaz dyin by my 30-yard, brains'll splatter
Wonder why these niggaz cross me
I'm certified crazy, so sick the world made me
Now diggy-die, everytime I ride it's for reasons
Hard to kill a nigga cause I'm comin back like Jesus
Bow down to my ill nation runnin from drug cases
Lookin at my congregation so full of thug faces
Momma gave a nigga breath, a life of stress
I invest in a vest and makin niggaz watch they every step
Label me a threat
and I ain't even got started with this shit yet
Thug style baby, hands on my pistol, listen I'm a ridah
Every nigga breathin pay attention
Bout to show you motherfuckers how it feel, to drop a body
The simple gun to my lifestyle, Killuminati
Chorus: Kastro + 2Pac
[Kas] Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
[Pac] Hold it down
[Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
[Pac] Hold it down
[Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
[Pac] Hold it down
[Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
[Pac] Hold it down
[Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you
[2Pac]
After the fire comes the rain, after pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin again
Til I make it yo; my military be prepared for them bustaz
Similar to, bitches that scary, get too near me we rushin
Visions of over-packed prisons, fiends and niggaz thug livin
Pressures and three strikes, I hope they don't test us
They pull the heater ammunition it cranks, psssh
Move without a sound, as we slide down, pistols in place
They got me fiendin for currency, the money be callin
It's like I'm - dreamin, see in season me ballin
Participated in felonious behavior
Cock the cocked fo'-five, snatchin niggaz pagers
Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit
We started out drinkin 40's, moved to harder shit
God damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man
Nigga got my own plan, and it's called Killuminati
Chorus (w/ minor variations)
[E.D.I. Amin]
I spend most of my time bankin niggaz
because they hate a nigga, comin across fake niggaz
But we made niggaz, old school and I'm thinkin
Y'all some bitch made niggaz and you steadily sinkin
O-U-T, L-A-W-Z ain't nuttin fuckin with that
We bustin back comin back for the stacks
Laugh last cash cash, all I want is the paper
Givin them fuckers tool whips, I rule haters
Y'all can't fade us, we kill steal and peal quickly
The boss niggaz, definitely, put it down strictly
E.D.I. Amin, until the law come for me
Kill em all for shortie, ninety-nine Killuminati
[Kadafi]
They got me thinkin strugglin and hustling's my only fate
Toppin grams on the kichen plate, tryin to keep that money straight
Times is rollin three up these streets sleep
But when I crack, hammer cocked back rapped in my sheets
My life's been crossed, crooked since a seed it hurts
Got a package from the devil, payin my deeds
Preocuppied by the greed, in this crooked life I lead
More funds to spend, or bigger guns to squeeze
Me and my thugs clock G's simpin naughty thangs
Real as these tatt's on my body, and it's Killuminati
Chorus
[2Pac]
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
Hold it down, hold it down
Makaveli up in this bitch, worldwide mash, Westside
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
The question we ask, do you know what time it is?
Hold it down, hold it down
You know what type of shit we be
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
You want that hip-hop real
It's that hip-hop that's real
Hold it down, hold it down
Hip-hop that's worldwide, feel?
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
Fuck with me nigga you get killed!
Hold it down, hold it down
It don't get no realer than this
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
What's my motherfuckin name nigga?
Hold it down, hold it down
My niggaz we all bad
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
What's my muh'fuckin name nigga?
Hold it down, hold it down
What's my muh'fuckin name?
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
Outlawz in this BITCH
Rap pro at his finest
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
Repeat! Death Row at it's finest
Nigga, you know what time it is
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain..
Outlawz..
~12. Teardrops And Closed Caskets~
[2Pac]
(hahhh, hahaha) Hehehe, word
It's like all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets
(throw it up fool, hey nigga, haha)
Tell me how you feel homey
(Yeah, it took a week to go down)
You recollects and see how crazy it sounds
The whole town's on a mission, adolescents (penitentary bound)
(Now introducin Young Trigga)
Since birth, eyes set on gettin bigger
Just anotha wild-ass nigga
(But he was fiendin for Precious) WHAT?
(But Precious was a ghetto girl)
Couldn't be no sex without that gold Lexus
(But Lil' Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his papers)
Seein visions of people smokin and niggaz catchin vapors
Got his man from around the corner (we'll call him Lil' Mo)
(Been in so many reform schools they had to let him go)
(Here's where the plot thickens)
They got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin
(They call the squad, hittin blocks with they guns blowin)
(Somebody's gonna die tonight)
Still no one's knowin, so they kept goin
Catchin dealers comin out they cars (will they survive?)
(Two semi-automatic nines, them niggaz died)
(Plus nobody in the hood cries, it's like they celebrate
to death and wish they could die) So peep the lesson
But wait a minute back to Precious
She's snortin dope in the back seat of Trigg's Lexus
TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS
[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone
[Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets
[Lawz] TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS
[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone
[Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets
(Don't let these ghetto streets get you, Precious)
(was the victim, from a dime to a nickel)
Hopin God's blessings stick with ya
Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who's gettin bigger
Familiar face, but a man now, it's Lil' Trigga
Now Lil' Mo was a soldier to the fullest
Down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets
(All he wanted was to be a thug)
Never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love
(Here's where it gets ya)
Now Precious is pregnant, Lil' Trigga is happy
He wants to marry her now (not knowin he ain't the daddy)
But Precious was lonely while Lil' Trigga was makin dough
She's slippin in secret places and gettin with Lil' Mo
The neighborhood's buzzin, now people are talkin
Lil' Trigga's gettin pictures of the both of 'em walkin
(Hand in hand, couldn't understand)
How his baby's mama could disapear with another man
(and his best friend)
Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you don't believe me
Then watch the way that this story ends and maybe you'll see
There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in killin
Just the smoke from the cap peelin a man with no feelings
TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS
[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone
[Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets
Bury you dead and look ahead
A man with no feelings
[Lawz] TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS
[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone
[Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets
That's all we got left, that's all
[Outlawz]
Now with the problems of poverty
and the tricks to these tales
How many people'll die
how many'll live to tell
Although best friends before
Lil' Trigga and Mo
(They in an all out war, over a fiend they ain't know)
Behind the curtains their privacy lust is already laid down
The results is the same with different names and it turns out
[2Pac]
Y'all know how it is, same old thing in the same old town
Lil' Trigg got his nose wide open on this one trick, now he's played out
Think it's Lil' Mo (was plottin plans on gettin bigger)
(Precious was his way to put his hands on Lil' Trigga)
All the while let's look at Precious
Too dumb to see what's goin down (too doped up to ask questions)
Used to be comrades (but now we blast on sight)
What could be so bad (God, will we last tonight?)
From misdemeanors to felonies, small-time to sellin ki's
I can't believe the shit they tellin me
They open fire, three bodies drop, so call the cops
(Precious, Lil' Mo and Trigg)
TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS
[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone
[Pac] Aiy QBIII in this motherfucker
Teardrops and closed caskets
We dedicate this to all the fallen comrades
(that's right)
All the homies that didn't make it to see this day
(rest in peace)
[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone
[Pac] Yaknahmean? I know it's hard out there, heheh
with teardrops and closed caskets
It's like that's all we got to look forward to these days
Murders, brothers dyin, funerals
[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone
[Pac] Shit, it's like I done ran out of suits homey
I done ran out of tears
Know we gon' have to do somethin y'all
We gon' have to do somethin
[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone
[Pac] Cause I know all these mothers is tired of seein the same thing
(rest in peace)
Teardrops and closed caskets
I send this out to M'thulu Geronimo
and to, all the fallen comrades, all the soldiers
[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone
(to the homey Boonie, rest in peace nigga)
[Pac] All the homies that fell, all the homies
May God bless your families
May you always live in the motherfuckin heart
[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone
[Pac] In a thug niggaz heart forever
(that's right)
Rest in peace nigga
May your enemies be deceased, dead on the streets
We can't have peace til the niggaz get a piece
[Nate] Will I..
~13. Tattoo Tears~
[2Pac]
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggaz know what time it is
(Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that
Rhymin and stealin, sellin five million
(Outlaw.. ninety-nine)
Fresh out on bail, niggaz still can't see me
(Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein)
That's how it is
Now we got a new motherfuckin plan, and a new mission
(Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw)
Competition, so they say, these niggaz is gay
(Outlaw - Outlaw)
Blast me? It could never happen
At least not while I'm walkin and rappin
Heard of some niggaz on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me
(Throw ya hands up, hands up)
They can't hide, listen to the rough shit, my click
(Throw ya motherfuckin hands up)
I said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I
said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears
Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy
Don't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me
I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes
My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through
But that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll
never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets
Even on the other side brothers die, but ride
Niggaz get high off a slow form of suicide
Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties
I live my life to fuckin mo', exposin tragically
How can we find some peace and niggaz still ain't get a piece
I know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat
I'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind
make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin
Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through
to become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears
Chorus: 2Pac + Young Noble
I said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I
said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears
[2Pac] Thugged out baby!
[Young Noble]
We don't shed tears we shed blood
Do you still wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT?
We don't shed tears we shed blood
Do you still wanna be a thug?
Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns
The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends
Seeking a better path, expose a better half of me
Blast for me, the task after me
For a few years sheddin tattooed tears
like Gram' Sammy, we feudin for the whole damn family
We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time
Outlawz locked down for some past crimes
Fast dimes made my stash grow smaller
Your block ain't no harder, fake baller
[Napoleon]
Nigga it's like this
I been thuggin just for the cause of it
Out to get all of it, but I'll never loose my balls and shit
And it's all for the pressure
that'll make me cock my shit up off the dresser
Made nigga mafia of course my niggas gonna test ya
Answers to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson
Still stucked up in a fuck session, Jersey where the niggaz flexin
Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die
So ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe me my life
for the things he did, but I turn my pleasure into sin
Blazed out sheddin tattoed tears
Chorus
[Kadafi]
Shit.. ain't no unity in my community it's do or die
Seein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin high
as life replays like time; underhanded schemes
to get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime
My enemies want me squeezed
They get dumped like 3's, with 57 wasted at they knees
Please beware we thugs revolution size
Criminals dare be last mental me intitutionalize
Locked down, got many shell shocked, now
Holdin down fort like I'm stuck in court cell block style
[Kastro]
Yo I been loosin sleep, stay awake way past late
Visions of killers en masse at the blast mayne
As I lay here gatted down and tatted
Knowin now it's hard to slow down for a addict
It's been years of stugglin, guzzlin beers
Beefin and never even, ain't no love in the air
And I suffer my shit in hell, talkin to the heavens
Walkin thru the valley of death with my fellas
I lost a lot, startin with hope I tried
And for every tattoo I got a moment I cried
I'm thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell pain
Step in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brain
I'ma hold it down tho', with all the struggle to bear
Ain't nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tears
Come on...
Chorus (repeats to fade)
~14. U Can Be Touched~
(Napoleon Talking)
Life...
What the fuck is life for niggaz like us?
Been waking up to another muthafuckin' day
I'm the type of soldier,
A nigga that seen
Everything in my muthafuckin eyes
I seen my parents get killed
To my muthafuckin eyes
I seen my brother kill his-self in my eyes
I seen Pac.. Yak.. die in the struggle in my eyes
So I know anybody can be touched
You know what I mean?
(Napoleon)
Oh God forgive me
Somebody please say a prayer for me
Needed my parents
But they was never there for me
Believe in everything they feed me
I'm seeing demons
I wake up screaming
Who believe me or was I dreaming?
Five fingers on the .45 chrome
Dead aim at my brain, infared with no lights on
I ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this
I'm living blind writing rhymes
Til they capture this
And if we die let the world understand why
Soldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry
They seeing us inside a casket
That's how they see us
Oh God forgive us ghetto bastards
We human beings
They leaving us inside this hell-hole
Just waiting to fail so they tell us
That's what jail for
Adolescense young teens turned violent
It's floating, in a world turned silent
Cause you could be touched
(Chorus Makaveli)
Young niggaz in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
Cause you can be touched
Young niggaz in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
Cause you can be touched
(E.D.I)
I live life High Speed
Moving a million miles per hour
Towards my destiny
Making decesions carelessly
Yeah it's me, yo nigga man child
Bomb first stand proud
Ain't looking for hand-outs
Twenty-five years up in this bitch
And I'll be damned if I ain't leaving rich
And leave my kids a grip
I let my blood drip off in this thug shit
You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money mission
Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
Try to get mo' so my shit don't flock
I lick off shots for everything they owe me
And when it's my time to go
I pray the Lord hold me
(U can be touched)
(Kastro)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real niggaz
That ever breathed
And I was big when I was young
And now I see that I was dumb
My nigga.. Lonnie just got hit with 10... 10 years
For trusting a friend
They left him stuck in the Penn
I love him, we all here just to die here, plus
Nobody cares what got here
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
Praise the thug ways and I'll never be bored
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
Y'all praise the thug ways
So forever it's on.. baby
(Chorus Makaveli)
My Young niggaz in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
Cause you can be touched
Young niggaz in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
Cause you can be touched
(Young Noble)
Why grieve this life
Planted by the fiends and pipes
Green lights so
I'm seeing-seeing everything twice
Pretty much of nothing nice
(naw) we sucking it up
Even when we get a job, we fucking it up
Like it can't happen to us
I could never be a bum
Yeah right, you wound up one
God forbid I'm touched, y'all keep living it up
Look and learn
Next it could be your turn... word
(Kadafi)
Yes this a felonies' hobby
That got me here thinking robbery
Day to day all year long
Teflon protects my body
It's such unimportant in this criminal cartel
I'm caught and supporting me
So in these streets of hockey
I play the goalie,
Secretz to war licks, and score shit
Share between clients and homies
Remember what Patcino told me
Before he past
Watch them clowns with them crocodile smiles
Cause they phony, I get that cash, stay lonely
And I'm point like a thong
And it's survive for the strong
Living outside the laws of this crooked world
I was born touched
(Chorus Makaveli)
My Young niggaz in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
Cause you can be touched
Young niggaz in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
Cause you can be touched
~15. Y'all Don't Know Us~
(Young Noble)
Yo, I can see
That you obviously don't know me or my homies
We O-U-T Lawz, fuck the phonies
A wise hustler once told me, it's on you
Though it was dreams when he first told me Now it's true
I got love for you only to a certain exstend
Niggas ain't worth shit
Cops and ride dick permits
I heard this and heard that
About them O-U-T Lawz
Some of them soldiers got shot
Some of them soldiers fell off
Fuck yall now everybody tied to us
Hollering out a nigga name
But never said what up
That shit critical, dispicable, unforgiveable
I too like Hot ??
Your own fan won't remember you
Thuggin but we still spriutual, clear lyrical
I'm like the fuckin Deff Squad
My ears ain't hearin' yall
Pump fearin' yall
But damn I ain't even wantin' to scare yall
Listen to what I tell yall
Fuck the world,
Your baby moms and your baby girl
You muthafuckas so fake,
Yo they made me wanna earl
Blake, hate snakes thug hatin the degree
Outlawz on a paper chase
Can you relate thug niggaz
(Napoleon Chorus)
We will never fall
Thru it all, we'll always stand tall
Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers
And if you believe in that shit that you heard
Y'all dont know us, y'all dont know us
(Napoleon)
Now I been trapped down
And fucked since day one
This industructional style of mine ain't no fun
Where I'm from
You sure to see about 10 niggaz in a bedroom
Eating off the same spoon
Sweeping with the same broom
It's hazard, it's you don't want yo life
Well give me grab it
I was born inside a love zone
With a glock-nine young marriage
It's critical
Then one of them sat down living so
Mystikal and empoious
With a heart full of anger it's so redicilous
So give me some with 21-gun soldier salute
With a 19-inch black handle snake knife in my boots
I'm straight from the strong, thug to your life
Right to yo wrong, I'll put the good to your evil
I'm the shells to your chrome, you dig that?
I'm life, I'll bring the moon to your night
I'll put the dick to your wife
And I'm the Jesuz of your Christ
You dig that? respect this
I'll bring the end to your claw
I'll bring the loc to your heart
And I'll put the snoop on yo dogs
You hear me?
We follow, this little bullet so hollow
I can promise that estacy ain't promised tomorrow
With this two man mades
Me and my soul death astrayed
I watch my parents get blowed away
Now look what it made
I'm something to face
This ludacy then with me, then with chemistry
Got my eyes on you, the first time you cross me
I'll be frying you, cause y'all don't know me
(Young Noble Chorus)
We will never fall
Thru the war, we'll always stand tall (Why)
Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers
(E.D.I)
When we was kids, the loving felt good
But of course have the respect
Though it's even better
Now for this chedder
Niggaz is laying deader
Then Malcom and Martin put together
Oh Lord only knows where we'll end up
Remember what Pac said
Watch the fuckin signs
But we wasn't listening
Too busy trippin off his shine
Now one time for my muthafuckin' Outlawz
Napoleon, Noble, and Kastro
May we all roll
And if you don't know
We got the rap game petro
Scared cause we bout to release
Like heavy metal
Nationwide, underground
We running the ghettos
Stealing all of ya fan base like we kleptos
Bitch I can't let go
I been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too long
And niggaz is stealing my shit
And busting it wrong
Hot shots holla back when you get 'em
Outlawz'll sic 'em, bustin back at the system
Military wisdom
Preparing myself for armegeddom
Breaking my balls at this game
Knowing it's a dead end
And my only weapon
Is my believe that I'm superior
Yeah we the muthafuckas
That you niggaz is liery off
Controling my steam
Knowing my team to deserve more
Fuck the reframe
Stick to the game and earn more
Holding my head, rolling the head with focus
Laughing inside
Cause deep inside y'all don't know us
(Young Noble Chorus)
We will never fall
Thru it all, we'll always stand tall (Why)
Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers
And if you believe in that shit that you heard
Y'all dont know us, y'all dont know us
We will never fall (Never)
Thru the war, we'll always stand tall
Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers
And if you believe in that shit that you heard
Y'all dont know us, y'all dont know us
(E.D.I Talking)
Ain't never know niggaz like us boy
They don't make niggaz like us no more
Thug in Peace.. to all my niggaz (Never)
See ya soon.. uhh
~2Pac-Until The End Of Time CD1~
~1. Ballad Of A Dead Soulja~
Yeah, ballad of a dead soulja
Its just the balled of a dead soulja
This is the ballad of a dead soulja
Ballad of a dead soulja
[Verse 1]
The plan
to take command of the whole family
Though underhanded
to be the man it was planned
all my road doggs
official mob figures
love to act up
the first to bomb when we rob niggaz
I could be
lost in my own mind
to be the boss only thoughts
grippin chrome nines
niggaz get tossed up
war scars battle field memories
swore saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennessey
talking to a nigga on the tight leash
screaming fuck the police
as I ride through the night streets
little child running wild
taught us danger
watch the corner
don't be alone death to all the strangers
maybe I'm a mad man
a pistol grabbing nigga
i meet the sand man
promise of merciless retaliation
nothing is colder
close your eyes
hear the ballad of a dead soulja
[Chorus]
(Thug for Life I will lead)
Its just the balled of a dead soulja
(A Life of Crime I will lead)
Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soulja
(You play the game you play to win)
This just the balled of a dead soulja
(it's a crazy world full of sin)
Close your eyes
[Verse 2]
Completely lost
revenge at all costs
pay backs a bitch
switch now the tricks crossed
tossed up and never to be heard of
a single witness screaming bloody murder, murder
blast
tell me homey what ya see now
a blind man and a dead body
I'm meant to leave town
And get my cash though
Hook up wit Kastro
Homey had to blast on the task force
Stupid coppers tried to play us out
'member that
they took my money and my stash
time to get it them back
haha
I pull my secret arrival
two glock four-fives time for survival
death to my rivals
tell me what you want lord?
Nobody left after the death of a drug lord
haha
the situations critical
Nothing is colder
then hear the ballad of a dead souja
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Big coward put your hands to the moon
when my glocks rang out
the niggas came out
BOOM
who wanna see me in a challenge
so merciless I'm terrifying niggas in my ballad
do u feel me?
Capo a couple time
one day ill be the Don
until then I remain strong
my only fear of death is reincarnation
busting at my adversaries like a mental patient
To all my niggaz facing sixty years
Sheding tattoo tears
another suicidal on the peer
take a private plane
trying to survive the game
for all my homies that'll never be alive again
All they promised us is death nigga
take a breath could be the last one left nigga
its real now, uh
feel it and fantasies
ain't nothing colder
listen you can hear it, the ballad of a dead soulja
[Chorus]
This go out to Kato, Mentor
(This is the ballad of the dead soulja)
All the niggaz that have passed away
(Close your eyes, Ballad of a Dead Souljah)
Mutulu, Geronimo, Seyku
All the down ass ridahz
All the niggaz that put it down
All the souljaz
All the niggaz that go through that day to day struggle
(This is the ballad of the dead soulja)
All the niggaz that passed on
All the niggaz with ambition and money in their heart
All the niggaz want some and that dont take none, hahaha
(This is the ballad of the dead soulja)
The police is so scared of us
All the feds, they don't hear us
They wanna see us dead,
They got pictures of a nigga hit
(Ballad of the dead soulja)
Try and see me in chains
Shit, them niggaz will never breath again
Before they put me in a cell they'll see me in hell
(Cos this Ballad of the dead soulja)
Got my pistols cocked
Run the whole mutha fucken block
Fuck the cops
The police, we run these streets nigga
(And this Ballad of the dead soulja)
Heh, these niggaz cant see me
Half the world wanna be me
Multi-millionare
Shit, it ain't fair
But nigga you know
It's the ballad of a dead soulja
~2. Fuck Friendz~
oh, who hoo hoo
live from the crazy house
you heard that shit nigga
live from the crazy house
yo that nigga be crazy as hell
(hey yo, what you doing with that big ass nigga anyway ?)
my ghetto love song
(set it off, set it off)
lets be friends
mixed together:
(where my niggaz at, where my niggaz, where my niggaz, where my niggaz, where my niggaz at)
(where my real niggaz at, all my real niggaz, throw you mother fucking hands up)
(c'mon, lets go, lets go, lets go, lets see you throw you hands in the air, throw em, throw em, throw em)
(west side in this mother fucker right here, west side)
(throw you hands in the air, let me see you just throw you hands in the air)
[Verse 1]
approach you and posed a minute
all on my double R tinted
as you pass bye
winkin' my eye
freshly scented
what's the haps baby, look
get with me and perhaps lady
you can help me multiply my stacks baby
currency seems small I need companionship
do with that scandalous shit
I bet your man ain't shit
so why you hesitating, actin' like your shit don't stink
check out my diamonds
bitch everyone gon' blink
this be a thug thing, outlaw
nigga with riches cream dreamin' mutha fucka
on a mash for bitches
check my resume, sippin' on crystal and alize
smoking on big weed, key'd the Cali way
don't like trickin' but I'll buy you a fit
I can't stand no sneaker wearing, nappy haired bitch
let my pedigree read briefly
their so cheap
puttin bitch made bustas to sleep with no grief
mash on my so called car
who the man while I'm tuggin' on your main bitch hand
(west side)
understand this, ain't no nigga like me
fuck Jay-Z
he broke and I smoke dearly
(C'mon y'all)
baby lets be friends
[Chorus]
lets be friends
(where my niggaz at c'mon)
you ain't gotta by my man at all
as long as you just give me your
friends
(all my niggaz c'mon)
while you trickin' on them other hoes
lets be friends
(where the bitches that want a nigga with money, where you at baby?)
(hu, huh)
Lets be friends
you ain't gotta by my man at all
as long as you just give me your
friends
(cash making hoe's)
while you trickin' on them other hoes
lets be ...
[Verse 2]
I met you and I stuttered in passion
though slightly blinded
but at last, it was hard to keep my dick in my pants
every time you pass, got me checking for you hardcore
staring and watching
me and you
one on one, picture countless options
was it prophecy, clear as day ?
visions on top of me
erotic, psychotic, would possess my body
far from a crush
I wanna bust your guts
and touch everything inside you, from my head to my nuts
you got my sweatin' like a fat girl going for mine
just a skinny nigga fuckin like she stole my mind
back in time, I recall how she used to be
I guess
money and fame made ya used to me
what's up in 96 ?
lying tricks in drag
fuck Dre
tell that bitch he can kiss my ass
back to you
my pretty ass, caramal queen
got my hands on your thighs
now let me in between
as friends
[Chorus]
lets be friends
(west side in this mother fucker right here)
You ain't gotta by my man at all
as long as you just give me your
friends
(west side in this mother fucker)
while you trickin' on them other hoes
lets be friends
(west side in this mother fucker right here)
Lets be friends
You ain't gotta by my man at all
as long as you just give me your
friends
(in this mother fucker right here)
while you trickin' on them other hoes
[Verse 3]
can you image in me in player mode ?
rush the tricks
I got em, ready for a booty call
I fucked your bitch
was it me or the fame ?
my dick or the game ?
bet I screamed west side when I came
(WESTSIIIIDE!)
scream my name
cause baby it's delicious
got a weak spot for pretty bitches
up and down, similar to switches
my movement, baby let your back dip into it
make it fluent
in and out, all around when a nigga do it
you got me high, let me come inside
love it when you get on top, baby let me ride
who wanna stop me ?
in my top notch
fucking player hating niggaz cause they cock block
you probably hate to see a real thug envisioned with the game
rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change ?
made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed
a bad seed turned good, in this world of g's
baby got me fantasizing of seeing you naked
it's a fuck song, so check my record
and let me friends
where my niggaz at?
(ahahahaha)
show me where my niggaz at
where my bitches at?
thugstyle
lets be friends
where my niggaz at ?
(huh,huh)
where my bitches at ?
throw your guns in the air
friends
my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on
lets be friends
where my niggaz at ?
(huh,huh)
where my bitches at ?
where my niggaz at ?
friends
where my niggaz at ?
where my bitches at ?
where my people at ? Lets be
where my people at?, Show me where my people at.
where my people at?, Show me where my people at.
where my people at?, Show me where my people at.
all my niggaz now, just my niggaz come.
where my niggaz at ?
just my niggaz now.
be friends, tell me where my niggaz at ?
be friends, tell me where my bitches at ?
be friends, tell me where my people at ?
make money, take money
be friends
[Chorus]
Friends
(get your cash on)
(lets get money)
You ain't gotta by my man at all
as long as you just give me your
friends
(c'mon, get your cash on)
while you trickin' on them other hoes
(lets get paid)
lets be friends
(c'mon, get your cash on)
You ain't gotta by my man at all
(lets get paid)
as long as you just give me your
friends
(c'mon, get your cash on)
while you trickin' on them other hoes
(lets get paid)
make money, take money
make money, take money
make money, take money
make money, take money
~3. Lil Homies~
Fucking Lil' Homies
Everybody Ducking
My fucking Lil' Homies
Lil' Homies
Everybody Ducking
[Verse 1]
Just pay attention, here's a story bout my lil' homey
Str8 thuggin', lil bad young mother fucka, you gotta love him
You can catch him in his G-Ride clutching his glock
Screaming outlaw, (west side) mashing on my enemies block
Educated on these cold streets
Getting money, making dummies out the police
Ain't no peace for an adolescent nigga to wild to be a thinker
Bud smoking 24-7, everyday drinking
I got my diploma but I never learned shit in school
Mo money, mo bitches, mo murder fool
Always the young niggaz getting in shit
She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch
Bustin' on paper thin mother fuckas
Drinkin' gin before you get to sinnin' on them bustas
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Everybody duckin'
My fucking lil' homies
[Chorus]
Lil' homies on the ride
(Yeah nigga)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
Let's get, high tonight
(My lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
Lil' homies on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight (Die tonight)
Let's get, high tonight (High tonight)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
[Verse 2]
I remember, when we was just a little G
Flirting with death, playing Russian Roulette
Screaming Kill Me!
Hey there young nigga what you smoking on
Mad at the world cause you came from a broken home
Let us sob cause your mom's is sick
A bunch of adolescent young niggaz spittin' major shit
Tell me, young nigga if you died let me know
Would your heart feel pain, watching as your mother cry?
Would all your homies ride ?
Or would they all get high, and talk about how you died?
Young niggaz on a mission to complete
Getting g's, packin' heat, bringin' havoc to the fuckin' streets
Nobody knows why he took a 4-4 and unloaded on the whole front row
BUCK! BUCK!
Try to tell him but he act like he don't know me
Pull out his pistol and show
My lil homies
Chorus + Background talking
[Verse 3]
First to bomb, 16 on death row
Busting on them phony mother fuckas cause the big homey said so
Niggaz knew, I was a nutcase quick to blast
Living under age but he'll blaze on your bitch ass
Is there a heaven for a G?
And if there is, will I finally get to be at peace?
On these streetz ain't no peace
Shell shocked shows making money off of crack sales
Young black male
Unable to change, cause it's a cycle
Plus nobody knows, the evil that they might do
Lil' Moo, Big Yak, K-Kastro
Big Malc, Hussein call them Outlawz
Telling the world to be equipped, when these young mother fuckas rip shit
They don't quit, shoot down on me
Pull a pound on me
Bust like they didn't know me
My fucking lil' homies
Lil' homies on the ride
(What's up nigga?)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
Let's get, high tonight
(My lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
(Lil' bad ass mother fucking adolescents)
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
(My Lil Homies)
Lil' homies on the ride
(What the fuck you niggaz wanna do?)
Niggaz gonna die tonight (Die tonight)
(What nigga? My fucking Lil' Homies)
Let's get, high tonight (High tonight)
Lil' homies on the mash
(16, 15, 13. My fucking Lil' Homies)
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
Lil' homies on the ride
(Juvenille delinquents ready to bust on you mother fuckas)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
Let's get, high tonight
(What the fuck you wanna do nigga? Lil' Homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
(They can take your shit over)
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
Lil' homies
Lil' homies on the ride
(We robbing mother fuckas)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
(Thuglife)
Let's get, high tonight
(Outlawz, Westside)
Lil' homies on the mash
(You know what time it is)
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
My Lil' Homies
Lil' homies on the ride
(You know what the fuck you gotta do nigga, Outlawz nigga)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
(My Lil' Homies)
Let's get, high tonight
~4. Let Em Have It (feat SKG)~
Te Quiero
Te Quiero Cojer (Spanish: I wanna fuck you)
I'll let your ass have it
Take care of business
Oh for real
Ghetto chorette
[Verse 1 - Tupac]
Now you been acting like you want it for a long time
All up in a nigga face, giving me them strong vibes
Look in my eyes and you'll find peace
A Gemini so you really blow my mind freak
C'mon
I got my clothes off, hard as a nigga in jail
Skinny niggaz throw the dick well
Everybody get they condoms, rubber cause it's time to fuck
Hurry up and put it on nigga time is up
What's next? Got my mind on some group sex
Where you going baby I ain't even through yet
Do it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya
In and out make it good to ya
Remember me?
I love fucking slow with the lights low
Black, Puerto Rican, even white hoes
Felice Amor, Que Linda, Dame Veso (Spanish: Sweet love, your a cutie, give me a kiss)
Got my bed soaked
Come to poppy
Fuckin' till the shit is sloppy (sloppy)
If you really want it
[Chorus]
(If you really want it)
Tupac you know
If you really want it (x6)
(If you really want it)
I really want it
Yeah
Alright, all my real niggaz and my real bitches, let me see you do it like this
C'Mon
Rock ya, body body x7
We came to
Rock ya, body body x7
We came to
[Verse 2 - SKG]
Daddy rock a playa body till I tell you to stop
Hit the right spot, if not, leave some money and kick rocks
I'm a thug hoe, I need a thug nigga up inside me
A playa that can ride me, a cat that can buy me
Make a jazzy hoe like me, bust a sweat
Hit it from the back, grab me by my neck
Demand your respect
I'm not an on my back hoe
I rock a dick and hit it to the core
Bustin', twisting nuts (censored), hit em up
I'm a Sagittarius freak
My real hoes feel me
Legs open wide, nigga dick inside
I barely ride tonight's the night for you to hit it doggy style
Lay me on my stomach while I'm counting out hundreds
Fake bitches front like they don't wanna keep it real
But you know you want a thug nigga just to see how it feel
Hoes wanna rock Gabbana, Dolce and Versace
Let me rock your body mouth on my (censored) call you papi
[Chorus]
Rock ya, body body
Rock ya, body
(yeah)
Rock ya, body body
Rock ya, body
(yeah)
Ya like that?
Yeah. Yeah.
Rock ya, body body
Rock ya, body
(Y'all want that)
Rock ya, body body
Rock ya, body
Yeah. Yeah. Y'all feel me
Damn
Rock ya, body
Do it. Do it.
Rock ya, body
Do it. Do it.
Yeah, uh, c'mon, uh.
Rock ya, body body x6
Yeah, I'm a hit it too
Rock ya, body body x3
Rock
[Verse 3 - Tupac]
See, it all started simple
Turning me licking your nipples
Fucking you doggy style to this instrumental
Hands up
All up inside your head
I could stand you
Eyes open
I don't plan to bust, just hold on
Let me zone in
What do you mean, can you scream, let it go, biatch
How does it feel?
Gotta nigga like steel in ya
To keep going on, fucking like I'm killing ya
Lets go another round
Baby is you down really
Two shots of esctasy
Lick a nigga down silly
Your body next to me
I can touch you inside, and you'll cry
So good when a nigga leave, you'll die
My mama told baby be a man put it on a hit
On bitches like switches coming around the corner
I wanna let me get my ride on
It's your dick baby but it's my song
If you really want it
[Chorus]
Rock ya, body body
Rock ya, body
Rock ya, body body
If you really want it
If you really want it
[Tupac talking]
Gotta send this out to all the freaky bitches
Definitely all the Scorpio's and the Gemini's, and the Virgo's
You know I know the truth about you Scorpio's and you Virgo's
No doubt gotta give it to the Capricorns
They some freaks too on the down down
The Libra's, they like it even but they still like fucking.
No doubt.
Aquarius's, Libra's, that said though
Leos, they some freaks
Leos is freaks, they always wanna run shit in bed
Sagittarius, Taurus, Cancers
All you freaky fucks
I'm a Zodiac fucker I do you all one at a time and all down the line
Lets get busy
~5. Good Life (feat. Big Syke & E.D.I. Of The Outlawz)~
[Verse 1 - Tupac]
I was so money orientated initiated as a thug
Fiending for wicked adventures ambitious as I was
Picture a nigga on the verge of living insane
I sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang
Now tell me if I'm wrong, but saying fuck the world got ya deeper in my songs
Drinking till I hurl, spending money till it's gone, it's the good life
Baby niggaz got it going on
No maybe if I died and came back, wouldn't have to slang crack
Addicted the game, so obviously we came strapped
Please forgive me for my wicked ways
Fuck a bitch
Bad boys eat a dick a day bumping this
Lord have mercy it's a slaughter
So wicked that my tracks is wetting niggaz like it's water
I learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked as hood fights
But I'm a baller now
Nigga
I live the good life
[Chorus] 2X
This is the good life
Fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz
That trust the hoes
I found a way to stack money
Guaranteed to rise
I live the good good life
Cause thug niggaz don't die
[Verse 2 - Big Syke]
No one knows, what the future holds, for you, huh huh
Listen closely
They say reach in your heart and you will find your mind
Everyday in these streets, got my foresight blind
My after time is now, peeping down the barrel of a fo'
Just a nigga or a killer I don't know, so
Who makes the call?
Will I fall a victim like the rest?
Slug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I'm gone
Send me home all alone in these cold streets
The desperation, constantly drinking and I can't sleep
Make deep tryin' to survive, some wanna die I wanna stay alive
Eyes on the prize let me modify this whole region
I declare this sucka ducking season
Ya need a reason, why she turned into a softy
After living so loftly
It cost me my soul out of control in the Devil's world
Me, and my niggaz and my girl
Living the good life
[Chorus] 2X
[Verse 3 - EDI]
I spend my days and nights, not knowing if strays in flight
Will finally catch me
It's the good life can ya hear me
Cleary, over the edge, soon as I wake up
Last night we off the hook doing way too much
But it's the fast lane on that, big dealing, big sinnin', all for the money
Some kill, some squeal, all for the money
Most ain't even real but we still call them homies
Now what the fuck is that fake love, fake thugs all in the game
I watch em all plot and fall, while I come up again
Outlaw never surrender is the call when the day is comin'
But this nigga get to running for my click get to gunnin
Str8 in the mist of all this stress and pain
We're trying to get a hold of the game
Living that good life
[Chorus] 4X
~6. Letter 2 My Unborn~
To my unborn child
To my unborn, child
In case I don't make it
Just remember daddy loves you
I did everything I could to make things good for you
So don't worry about it
To my unborn
You know daddy loves you
[Verse 1]
Now ever since my birth, I been cursed since I was born to wile
In case I never get to holler at my unborn child
Many things learned in prison
Blessed to be still living
Trying to earn every penny that I'm gettin'
Reminiscin' to the beginning of my mission
When I was conceived and became to be in this position
My mama was a panther, loud
Single parent but she growled
When she witnessed baby boy ripping wild
I went to school but I dropped out
And left the house cause my momma says I'm good for nothing
So I'm out, since I only got one life to live
God forgive me for my sins
Let me make it and I'll never steal again
Or deal again
My only friend is my misery
Wanting revenge for the agony they did to me
See my life ain't promised but it sure get better
Hope you understand my love letter
To my unborn child
[Chorus]
I'm writing you a letter
(To my unborn)
This is for my unborn child
(To my unborn child)
Wanna let you know I love you
Love you
Wanna let you know I feel this way
(To my unborn)
I think about you every day
(To my unborn child)
I have so much to say
[Verse 2]
So complicated to escape fate
And you can never understand till we trade places
Tell the world I been guilty to being anxious
Ain't no way in hell, that I could ever be a rapist
It's time to face this, cold world on a good day
When will they let the little kids in the hood play?
I got shot 5 times but I'm still breathing
Living proof there's a God if you need a reason
God believe in my own fate
Will I raise my kids in the right or the wrong way
Dear mama I'm a man now
I wanna make it on my own not a hand out
Make way for a whirlwind prophesized
I wanna go in peace
When I gotta die
On these cold streets
Ain't no love, no mercy and no friends
In case you never see my face again
To my unborn child
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Dear Lord can you hear me?
Tell me what to say to my unborn seed
In case I pass away will my child get to feel loved
Or are we all just cursed to be street thugs
Cause being black hurts
And even worse if you speak first
Live my life as an outlaw
What could be worse
Cause maybe if I tried to change
Who am I kidding?
I'm a thug till I die
I'm a ride
maintain, touch base
eat lunch
in plush places
regular criminal oasis awaits us
If there's a heaven for true thugs
I'll see you there
And I'm sorry for not being there
Just know, your daddy was a souljah
Me against the world
Bless the boys and all my little girls
To the Lord I'm eternal
Resting in peace
Please take care of all my seeds
And my unborn child
[Chorus]
[Tupac talking]
Please take care of all my kids
And my unborn child
To my unborn child
This letter goes out to my seeds that I might not get to see
Cause of this lifestyle
Just know your daddy loved you
Got nothing but love for you
And all I wanted was for you to have a better life than I
Cause I was out there on a 24 hour 365 grind
When you get to be my age you'll understand
Just know I got love for you
And I'll see you if there's a ghetto in heaven
If there's a ghetto heaven I'll be there waiting for you
Heh heh
Take care
Run wild, but be smart
Follow the rules of the game
I know sometimes there's confusion
Rules of the game is gonna get you through it, all day every day
Watch out for these snakes and fakes
Snakes come a dime a dozen
Work hard
Study
Get your mind right
~7. Breathin (feat. Outlawz)~
Who be the last mother fucker breathin
Tell me nigga
Tell Me
Who be the last mother fucker breathin
[Chorus] 2x
Stressed
I'm busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last mother fucker breathin
Bustin'
My automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin
Now I'm the last mother fucker breathin
[Tupac]
Woke up with 50 enemies plottin my death
All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest na nigga I was stressed
Had me creeping round corners
Homies, sleeping in my vest
Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block
Call the cops, a thug nigga screaming west side busting double glocks
Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban
Liquor got my driving up on the curb
Hand on the steering wheel swerving
Bless me father I'm a sinner
I'm living in hell, just let me live on these streets
Cause ain't no peace for me in jail
Getting world wide exposure
With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck, riding as my souljahs
I just release them on a war path
Not your average dealer
West side, outlaw, bad boy killer
Huh
Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'
I murdered all them bustas
Now I'm the last mother fucker breathin'
[Chorus] 2x
[Young Noble]
Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt
For all my souljahs gone, we burnin' the earth
Outlawz world-wide, we pack the block
Shoot rocks at the kidups, bust back for Pac
Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here, stale down here
To many jails down here
Why you act like you don't hear me
Young Noble
Outlaw till these mother fuckers kill me
I'm still breathin'
[Napoleon]
Uh, we was raised, fuck this life
I rose my right
Holding on a tight grip with death in my sight
And the dark is my light, I'm sinicle
I'm sleep walking is it true?
I'm walking round town with a ?
Came a long way from a poor day
Dead away, with this war play
Fuck friends, I'll say
Rather die for my AK
With these fake ass niggas
See through glass ass niggas
Only ride my dick and scared of my mash ass niggas
Breathin'
[Chorus] 2x
[Kastro]
I walk around, with a knife in my back
Talk about a bad day I live a life like that
It's unfair
And I'm loosing my hair
Bless a hooligan
Catch me, I'm falling out flat
Yo I'm ruining
Breathin in sewer stink
No one give a fuck about me
I learned to like it like that
When I was still in mommy
Beside a seed that the Devil run from
In the belly of the beast, that's where the fuck we come from
And still we breathin'
[EDI]
Totally wasted, they want me to face this
Just lost two of my closest, man if one of y'all can take this
But I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain
We number one mother fucker, bout to do it again
Shit, Pac still doin it
You hoes can't ruin it
Two million every time we drop
I know you fuckers losing it
We moving in, for the kill
For a mil', holding steel
Hold the wheel
I'm bout to give these niggaz something they can feel
(Buck, Buck, Buck, Buck)
Fakin' real
But we the raw and uncut
Style biting
Thug Line niggaz
Give it Up
We Hit Em Up
And we still real
And we still real
[Chorus] 2x
~8. Happy Home~
Lets turn this house into a happy home
This is for all the homeboys that couldn't get their happy home
Lets turn this house into a happy home
As long one of us got it some of us got it
Lets turn this house into a happy home
You know how that is, stay down for me boo
Hold on
[Verse 1]
Now we been kicking it for quite some time
Remain beside me through these trials and this life of crime
We done fought so many times I forgot to count
I never hit you, not a coward rather leave your house
Remember back in December when we was tight
Sippin alize and crystal while in every night
In my bedroom, promise that I'll commit to you sometime
Kiss me every time you see me step inside a room
Promise to be good to each other
Plus I love ya so I know your gonna make a good mother
Just try to understand if I change in time
It's only cause I never owned anything that's mine
So I'm trying
You can stay with my mama but keep the drama to a low
Never call the police, I never call you bitch or hoe
We were all born hungry in this world alone
Finally moved out my mom's house
And got a happy home
[Chorus]
Happy Home
Lets turn the house into a happy home
Happy Home
Finally made it outta moms house, and got a happy home
Happy Home
Turn this house into a happy home
Happy Home
Heh
[Verse 2]
Going through these hard times
Ghetto child of mine
I wonder if you have to suffer for your fathers crimes
To be honest it's a hard road
Just keep your faith in God knowing you'll get scarred though
Look at him walking and talking, a little child with my eyes and mouth
Father watch over little seeds help me guide them out
Had to change my whole lifestyle
Married my baby's mama made her my wife now
I'm trying hard y'all
Maybe in time, I'll be a better man
Watchin the older couples, handle it like veterans
Show me the meaning of together and forever we rise
If it would help our child grow then together we die
Why, question my love? It's so easy to see
Without my family all I'm left with is a shadow of me
After all the arguments and the nights alone
Now it's time to live the good life
Inside this happy home
[Chorus]
Happy Home
Turn this house into a happy home
Happy Home
Finally got to live the good life, inside this happy home
Happy Home
Turn this house into a happy home
Happy Home
Happy Home
[Tupac talking]
All these problems got me gone
We got a family of our own
I just want a happy home
Turn this house into a happy home
No man's made to stand alone
I promise I won't do you wrong
I just want a happy home
Finally made it outta moms house, and got a happy home
Happy Home
Turn this house into a happy home
Happy Home
Finally got to live the good life, inside this happy home
Happy Home
Turn this house into a happy home
Happy Home
Hey
Turn this house into a happy home
As long one of us got it some of us got it
Turn this house into a happy home
~9. All Out (feat. Outlawz)~
We going all out, aight, we going all out, aight, we going all out
Watch your mother fucking mouths niggas
That's right
Fuck these fag niggas
Do it, Do it, Do it.
[Tupac]
Come hell or high water
Down to slaughter opposes
Just another lost soul stuck callin Jehova
Outlaw til' it's over
Brandish my strap, back like a cobra
I stay drunk cause I'ma mad man
We're never sober
On a one man mission
My ambitions to hold up the rap game
While I plug holes in niggas like doughnuts
And still
Down to die for all my souljahs, like hillbillies
They don't feel me
So we fued
Bringin' war to the city
With each breath
Death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me
No apologies, your honor
A general in war I'm the first to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers quick to move shit, heavily armed
I'm similar to Saddam
Sometimes I question Hussein
Like fiends fighting for that last vein, stuck in the game
I hit the scene like sand storms
Then transform
Watch me, I take a figga of thirty niggaz, who all got me
While bitches wondering, who shot me, no love
Keep a grudge, shooting slugs like Muammar Qadaafi
Murdered my friend built a new posse
We takin shots at paparazzi
Gon fly now
Nigga like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper
Bustin' caps at Jay-Z
(buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
And still avoid capture
While you all caught up in the rapture
Still after me I'm in Jamaica sippin' daiquiris
No doubt
We used to havin' nothing
Then grabbin something and bustin
Wanted to be the thug nigga
That my old man wasn't
I came to a fear catchin' cases, litigation
Niggaz playa hatin'
Got me crooked in all 50 states
I'm screaming Death Row
Throwing Westside
Ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-by's
Brought up to bang
We claim mob
M-O-B., if you be specific
We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific
And get this
I'm hard to kill
When I bill with this live spot
Father
How the hell did I survive, these 5 shots?
Live it up or give it up and like demons
Late night, hear em screaming
We going All Out
[Chorus]
We going All Out
Bomb first till they fall out
Take them the war route
With out a doubt
War, which means, we all ride if it's on
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong
If you got bills to pay
Nigga go all out
Busta's playing with your papes
Better go all out
Trying to see the next day
Nigga go all out
Obstacles in your way
Better go all out
[Napoleon]
I'm on my land sled
Walking through the belly of the beast
Feeling like I'm all out, drunk as can be
It's plain to see, who are mob niggas hiding in bushes
Claiming that they ride but they softer than cushion
They softer than bitches in worst way drowning in blood
Outlawz my blood brothers I'd die for these thugs
Say hi to these slugs
It's a shame how some niggas on the west coast
Who was riding with Pac
But when he died they went pop
I mob the Jers' to the fullest lots of west coast love
But after Pac stopped rapping ain't no west coast thugs
Just west coast what?
To my real niggaz stuck in these street game
These rappers like Jay-Z
Who be pumping Kool-Aid through their veins
It's true what I'm saying
Slap your soft ass to the floor
And watch my 4-4 put three holes in your dome
I Ride or Die
While these other fag niggas be biting this
It's all from my heart when I was writing this
Now I'm out
[Chorus]
[Kastro]
We all ride
And down to die
Who with us?
Speak up
Or get treated like you coming to kill us
They nothing but squealers
In this rap game swearing they rough
Tattoo'd up
And now them nigga swearing they Pac
Stop that and watch your back
We ain't forgot about cha
These glocks hot
And when shot would bring the bitch up out cha
It's me, Kastro
With the goatee
Walking like an OG
Cause all these fag mother fuckas owe me
I pray to thug lords, like the mother fuckers holy
Frontline soldier, till the heavens, hold me
I go all out
And if you real you real
Feel what I'm talking 'bout cause this game is real
I live it
Forbidden fruit and shoot till they feel it
Living proof Pac breed niggaz they can't deal with
Holler back, right back, and watch your mouth
Or get blood in it
What, we going all out nigga
[Chorus] 2X
Fool, you better go all out
Keep going all out
All my niggaz going all out
Without a mother fucking doubt
Ey, you niggaz just gone think you gon be a, talking slick on all these mother fucking records
And we ain't gonna say shit, now it's 99, this is a different grind, (Don't disrespect the Don)
It's still war mother fuckers
So lets see you act like you know
~10. Fuckin Wit The Wrong Nigga~
Ha ha, niggas
Fucking with the wrong nigga
My seductive introduction
Be specific, still elusive
But exclusives what I give you when I kick it
And I'm still lifted
Niggas can't get with Mr.Wicked
Picture me flipping
My adversaries getting the dick swiftly
Niggas is swinging wild but they styles miss me
You can bring that bitch with your whole click
And still get treated shitty
Business never personal, I'm up before the sun come up
I'm tired
Just a ghetto star
A drop-top double R is what I'm riding
Nigga if you was half the man your bitch was
Bring your artillery
When you come for me cause we sick thugs
No hesitation when I pull and blast
Cuz Syke was busting
Plus Bo had em ducking screaming get they cash
So...
So now I got the law on me
My phones tapped, so I had to send word through my little homies
Tell them niggas just be here when they pull the trigger
Shit
This is what you get, for fucking with the wrong nigga
This is what you get when your
Fucking with the wrong nigga
Ha ha, yeah nigga
Peep
Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray
And thank the lord for giving me another fruitful day
I wanna be a peaceful man, but still
When niggas come for me, all I can see is getting em killed
For real, it's how I feel
Perfect my thoughts flowing on these reels
Make my enemies deal with my steel, they caps peel
We still cool, but you played yourself
Give em the mack and make em spray yourself
Hey
Falling legends, clutching chrome 3-5-7
Putting two bullets to they dome
Wanted to die in heaven
While calling shots nobody real as clear its me
Ain't trying to help the feds get a case for conspiracy
Murder my foes, get disposed of
We all homies till the death
So my true niggas show me love
God forgive me for my lifestyle
A negative figure
But why they fucking with the wrong nigga?
You know, its like ...
Why you fucking with the wrong nigga?
I was raised by thugs
Schooled by killers
Learned my mathematic skills from real drug dealers
Tried to rise but they tried me
I guess they all had to die cause we tried peace
I die on these streets
Blast till they recognize
Still do or die
All my niggas getting high watching time fly
Best strategize on a way to profit
Best organize how you ride so they can't stop it
Then keep it popping a lot of busters wanna see me fall
I fucked your bitch and now this new shit gon' fade em all
My niggas ball, made a call for some backup
The little homies and my dogs in a black truck
Buck Buck was the sound
As they gats burst
No need for ambulance
Baby bring the black hearse
Shoulda never fucked around buster
How you figure making moves on the wrong nigga?
This what it sounds like
Bing, Bing, Bing
When you fucking with the wrong nigga
Niggas getting hit when they fucking with the wrong nigga
Fucking with the wrong nigga
~11. Thug N U Thug N Me (Remix feat. Kci & JoJo)~
Hey c'mon JoJo
It's Pac
Yeah, that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me
Verse 1
By Age thirteen I was buck wild
Good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood
Never be the same
Walked in my daddy's shoes
No time to be a peaceful man
Just shatter fools
That's till I put my eyes on you
God damn sweetheart you got some thighs on you
Now I can't wait to get you home
Get you all alone
In my bedroom baby can we bone?
And get it on?
Tell me lady how you like me
And if you want it harder baby
Come and bite me
But do it lightly
Cause that excites me
And if you lick me right
I'll do it all night
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga
(Ha Ha)
Though I like the way you scream when your loving me
I'm going deep its the thug in me
So what you saying girl...
[Chorus]
Thug nigga like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me (In me)
That I wanna put in you (Put in you)
Thug nigga like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me
That I wanna give to you, girl
Verse 2
Moan baby when we bone, its on
Its so strong niggas in the next room will come
I got your head swinging
Tongue kissing
As I hit it from the back
With the bed ringing
(Ha Ha)
Give me space
As I lick your face
Stick the place
Synchronized so I grind when they kick the bass
Love fucking in the morning
I get you wet and bust a sweat
Then I'm gone
Left you on your own
Girl tell me what you feel like
Blindfolded I'm cold doing real nice
That's if it feel right
Maybe its the thug in me
I pull your hair
While we fucking in the chair
When you loving me up against the wall
You can have it all
Just try
Bet my kiss, can get you high
Don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts
When I'm loving you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you
[Chorus]
Verse 3
Say baby what's your phone number?
Be warned I'm like a storm with my own thunder
I make the room rumble
In and out
Long stroke
Hold your breath, now close your eyes deep throat
Did you like it?
Ew, I'm excited
Cause it's a party in my bedroom your invited
C'mon now let me see you shake your rump
Tell me how long will it take to come?
Having fun, do it one on one or we can all get involved
First ya'll do me then I fuck ya'll
When you call me the next day
To get sexed by a nigga in the best way
(Ha Ha Ha)
Yeah baby its a price to pay
Only play in the fast lane
When you a hustler, mother fuck a cash game
I got you going wild, cause I'm loving you
Drugged out with this mother fucking thug in you
[Chorus]
I don't wanna talk
I don't want no explanation
I don't got no mother fucking explanation, you know what I'm saying
It's just the thug in me
Don't come asking me why I'm ?fornicating? up here or why I fuck so mother fucking thuggy
Some thug passion, know what I mean
No mercy
What you scared of ?
Didn't you come over here to get fucked?
You ain't come over here for me to be stroking and all that bullshit
You came over here to get fucked
If I ain't fuck you thug style bitch
You leave my house talking Tupac ain't served you
Ain't gonna have me crossed up in that bullshit
Turn if off
~12. Everything They Owe~
[2Pac]
Imagine if you could go back
Actually talk to the muthafuckers that passed away
(HaHaHa)
And then the first muthafuckers that came in the slave ships
(Excuse me, excuse me)
Ya know...
[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
We back for everything you owe
No longer oppressed
Cause now we open front rows that placed us in this rotten mess
But lets agree on strategy and pick our enemies right
Who stands accused of the abuse?
My own kind, to ride
Pardon, not disregarding what you thinkin
But you must abandon ship
Cause once I rip your hole, shit is sinking
Supreme ideology, you claim to hold
Claiming that we all drug dealers with empty souls
That used to tempt me to roll
Commit to violence in the mist of an act of war
Witnesses left silent, shoutin
Black talents, style thoughts I throw
It remains in your brain, then of course it grows
Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise
Picture a life where black babies can survive past five
But we must have hope
Quoting the reverend from the Pope
But refuse to turn the other cheek
We must defeat the evil cobra
Lace me with words of destruction and I'll explode
But supply me with the will to survive and watch the world grow
This ain't 'bout talkin 'bout problems, I'll bring solutions
Wisdom, restitution
Stipulated through the Constitution
You violated now I'm back to haunt your nights
Listen to the screams of the lives you sacrificed
And in case you don't know
Ghetto born black seeds still grow
We coming back for everything you owe
[Chorus]
I'm comin collectin the shit that belong to me
Muthafuckers all runnin and duckin
(How do you plead, Mr. Shakur? How do you plead?)
I'm a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality
(How do I plead?)
(Yes, Sir, how do you plead?)
(Shit, you know how I plead)
Armed with missiles, guns, grenades, pull out the pin free
(C'mon!)
(Shit...)
I'm coming (coming, coming)...
[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
Not guilty on the grounds of insanity
It was them or me
Bustin at my innocent family
Say they lookin for keys
I was home alone, blind to the prelude
Bustin, talking 'bout where is the quaaludes?
What you say fool?
Where in the hell is the search warrant?
No feedback is what he uttered
Before he screamed, Nigga muthafucker
Drop me to my knees, I proceed to bleed
Suffering a rain of blows to my hands and knees
Will I survive? Is God watching?
I grab his gat and bust in self-defense, my only option
God damn, now they got me going to the county jail
And my family can't pay this outrageous bail
Try to offer me a deal
They told me if I squeal
Move me and my people to a mansion in Brazil
Not me, so this is how it ends, no friends
I'll be stressed and they just repossessed my Benz
Told the judge it was self-defense, he won't listen
So I'm bumpin this in federal prison
Givin everything I owe
[Chorus - X2]
I'm comin collectin the shit that belong to me
Muthafuckers all runnin and duckin
I'm a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality
Armed with missiles, guns, grenades, pull out the pin free
I'm coming (coming, coming)...
~13. Until The End Of Time (feat. R L from Next)~
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Some where inside my childhood I missed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be through the misery
That came to pass
The hard times
Can make a true friend afraid to ask
For currency
But you could run to me when you need me
I'll never leave honestly, someone to believe in the shit we see
It's a small thing through and true
What could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And comin' new he'd do the same thang if he could
Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
And happy times we be actin' up call the cops
Bringin' the cease to the peace that was on my block
It never stops, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her yeah but it's clear I'll always be the same
Until the end of time
[Chorus]
Change, these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
Until the End of Time
So I can fly
Until the End of Time
Until the End of Time
Till the End of Time
Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids
So you know, I don't hang around the house much
This all night money makin' got me outta touch, shit
Ain't flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto child's
My attitude got me walkin' solo
Ride out alone in my low-low
Watchin' the whole world move in slow mo
For quite times disappear listen to the ocean
Smokin' ports think my thoughts
Then it's back to coastin'
Who can I trust in this cold world
My phony homey had a baby by my own girl
But I ain't trippin' I'm a playa
I ain't sweatin' him
I sex his sister had her mumbling like a Mexican
His next of kin
No remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rapin' the only thing I did good was scrappin'
Until the end of time
[Chorus] 2X
Ha ha
Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?
To life my life as an Outlaw all alone
Remain strong in this planet full of playa hatas
They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in the end drinkin' Hennessey made all my enemies envy me
So go when I flow illuminatin' easily
Falls to they knees
They plead for they right to breath
While beggin' me to keep the peace
Ha ha
Well I can see close into achieve
In times of danger don't freeze time to be a chief
Follow my lead I supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the trainin' to make a G
Remember me as an outcast outlaw
Another album out that's what I'm about, more
Gettin' raw 'till the day I see my casket
Buried as a G while the whole world remembers me
Until the end of time
[Chorus] 2X
And the angel comes down and takes me away
Memories of me
And my son's alone to stay
Inside
Until the End of Time
Till the end of time
Maybe it's the thug in me
~14. M.O.B. (feat. Thug Life & Outlawz)~
[Chorus 2X: 2Pac]
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over bitches
[2Pac]
Thugs known to bust on sight
God bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin that thug life
Been raised in violence homicide's my lullaby
Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die
Boss players you wonder why
I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride
Bitches and niggaz in penitentiary suits
I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops
As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine
You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime
My time as a shorty was full of car chases
While runnin with John Gotti's and Scarface's
Niggas knew, I'd be the Don of my own crew
A million niggaz with automatics who swarm through
You wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alert
Cause we comin' for you, and keep it money over bitches
[Chorus 2X: 2Pac]
Nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over bitches
(Keep it money over bitches)
Nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
M.O.B.
and you know we keep it money over bitches
[Fatal]
I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot 'til you drop
All you wannabe cops, you don't wanna see shots
I beef deep with the police, peep what these streets do to me
Actin all new to me I creep on you like puberty
You don't wanna see the bad image of this scrimmage
From here to East Greenwich through every state with a sentence
Frozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
1 2's we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin Crystal, start thinkin 'bout Al
Bacardi coverin my body at the wink and a smile
Bag a hottie or two, cause butter shotties for you
I got more bodies than Drew, I drink (Minoti Anu?), fuck your crew
This type of shit I do for a petty hobby
Fuck the whole world it's Fatal dog against everybody
[Chorus 2X: 2Pac]
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over bitches
[Mopreme]
My shit's phenomenal, droppin like domino
Comin with the real yo and fuck what you feel yo
This is not for all the freaks in short skirts
This is for my niggaz nationwide doin work, get your feelings hurt
Lose mo' faith than a composure, money and the doja
Bitches is a cobra with deadly venom
Move as smooth as I get 'em, stackin G's
My niggas crosstown got keys
Hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over bitches
(Nigga!)
[Chorus 2X: 2Pac]
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over bitches
[Big Syke]
I'm hittin sixteen switches, my money over bitches
The struggle continues I'll miss you on my road to riches
I'm contrived to strive never laggin
Disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flaggin
As I get 'em up and leave 'em stuck
Pager blowin up but I don't give a fuck
I'm fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin
Loc'ers and smokers engaged twenty-fo'/seven
So what can you do for me and what can I do for you
But stay true, and do the things that we do
Blinded evil-minded no option for my offspring
Reminded can't find it complications what the future brings
Losin my mind why you sweatin me all the time
I'm caught in a bind, quality time on my grind
Rather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitches
I'm 'bout my riches, money over bitches
[Chorus 2X: 2Pac]
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over bitches
[Kadafi]
That's from the time a nigga close his eyes I'm hopin, I hope he awoken
Payin my own that's tokin chokin off-a glocks smokin
Money and power watch these bitches cause they skanless
Gettin niggaz fucked 'n stuck from Timbuk' to Los Angeles
Ain't a nigga ruggeder than this grimy Heine' guzzler
Cowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin ya
Me and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin in flocks
Deuce-deuce in my socks keepin a watch out for cops
Gettin kicked, I keep my mind on my riches
While uncontrolled schemes keep me choosin my money over all my bitches
[Chorus 4X: 2Pac]
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over bitches
[2Pac]
That's right nigga
Money over motherfuckin bitches
MOB. on 'em nigga
Keep your motherfuckin mind on your money, fuck these hoes
(Thug life baby) You don't need no motherfuckin bitches
You need some motherfuckin money
Get your mind right nigga, keep your game tight
Play right play by the rules and you'll get paid fuck the fools
We up out of this bitch here
We gone
[E.D.I.]
BIATCH!
~15. World Wide Mob Figgaz (feat Outlawz)~
Uhh ... World wide mob figgaz
World wide mob figga
(O-U-T-L-A-W-Z)
World wide mob figgaz
(For real, for real)
World wide mob figgaz
Check game little young punks
World wide mob figgaz
[EDI]
What? Uh, uh
Put your hands up, rich niggaz throw the grands up
And what?
I got a plot to get what's mine in the nine-nine
It's my time mother fucker try to stop me busting nine-nines
Wild ridahs all I see when I open up
Baby girl fucking you now, before I blow up
You know what?
I seen your kind before, high saditty but really like it raw
In the closet like a ridah type of whore by the shore
Not sure, of who to trick on but I'm collectin these vicks when I put the dick on her
O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
Fucking with a nigga living destructively, pump and pee Tuckin T's up in ?
When I jump on I'm trying to handle my business full grown
Just soft niggaz, it's getting crazy after dark, where the real thug niggaz see ya are?
We world wide mob figgaz
[Young Noble]
We got niggaz on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang (thug thang)
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang)
We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang (thug thang)
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang, nutz hang,)
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang, nutz hang,)
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang
[Napoleon]
Nigga duck down buck first, make 'em feel somethin
Shouldn't (?) if you ain't kill nuttin
You didn't kill me now you gotta face a young man got chrome heavily armed
Outlawz did that, heavily gone
So we ride with what's left us, the best of us
Plus we wake up with our tech on us
We test yo' nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the street
Obey the rules of the ones who want beef we'll eat
Y'all niggaz weak in a motherfuckin way it's so pitiful
I'll leave you mother fuckers critical
We heard the slick shit you said on fucking Too $hort tape
But you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave
That's what you brave niggaz get for fucking with this
You had your chance to mob first you didn't you missed
Just switched to fake
Napoleon be the mother fucker last nigga with the gat to break
The last of fate, earthquake aftershock, is what you got
Fuckin with niggaz that give a damn about hip-hop
This how it go in our family
Busting outlawz shit is what we stand for gradually
We world wide mob figgaz
[Tupac Talking]
World wide mother fucking mob figgaz
Weed smoking, Gun toting, drinking
Riding on our mother fucking enemies
Y'all know how we do it
A world wide mob figure
[Young Noble]
I be the Young N-O to the B-L-E
Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
M-A-R was for starters, flee the whole cartridge
Your lady blew out the squad and the whold sausage
(?), hitting donuts in a six
Sip Coronas when we bendin the corner, brothers hit
Urban legend, dirty third still reppin
Still double-S to bum rush your session
I get as dirty as birt, you just a nigga in a skirt
Drinkin Squirt, punk duck, hit the dirt
Sprint to the church that you got comin
Outlawz on the ride picture God runnin
Ain't nuttin but a thug thang, bust your brains
Pac passed the rock so we tucked the game
Under our belt, we huntin the wealth, you fuckin yourself off
Don't you know not to go against the Outlawz
[Chorus]
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang..
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang..
[Verse Four: 2Pac]
Hey watch out man, look out
Known for doin scandalous deeds, no handlin me
Hypnotic to drugs it's the straight thug nigga in me
I swoop down and cause havoc
My rapid delivery, is automatic lettin niggaz have it
I've been labelled as a thug nigga
Since they don't sell my shit to white folks
ship it to the drug dealers
And catch a catch a nigga world wide
A fuckin mob figga West coast, who-ride
When we rob niggaz money make my squad bigger
But we ain't sell our souls
Bustin on my enemies, murder my foes
At my shows I'm a nut, lights camera time for action
Now get to clappin to my cuts, a world wide mob figga
[Chorus]
[2Pac ad libbing]
Hey yo, get that mother fucker right there
Hey yo, K, pull out man, that mother fucker and blast
Yo Mo, get over there, get over there
Hey yo Malc, get
Bustin them mother fuckers
Hey bust on them, bust on that nigga
Hey yo Yak, c'mon, Fatal, lets get the fuck outta here
Fuck them niggaz
West Coast nigga, West Coast
World wide mother fucking mob figgaz nigga
We thug life
Nigga know what time it is
Get the fuck out of here
Any day, any day nigga, come on
Hey come the fuck on
We out nigga, westside!!!
Outlaw ridahs biatch!!!
~2Pac - Until The End Of Time CD2~
~1. Big Syke Interlude~
Thug Life
Microphone Check
Outlaw
Microphone Check
Where you bitch niggaz coming from?
You don't know?
Look like you a seed, from Makaveli the Don
I can hear your style
You sound like Makaveli the Don, Tupac, my nigga
So much trouble in the world nigga
These niggas can't feel you
Thug Life
Outlaw
Forever
All you bitch niggas
The hardest nigga, to ever touch this microphone
Got you bitch niggas trembling and scared
I don't know if you'll catch up
But yet and still
You trying nigga
Keep trying nigga
Thug Life
Outlaw
Forever nigga
Eternity
Infinity
So Remember
Makaveli the Don
Cause thuglife, lives on
~2. My Closest Roaddogz~
Me and my closest Road Dawg nigga
(To my dog big Mussolini)
Big Syke
(Westside)
Thug Life baby
(Outlaw)
The return of the mashes
You know how we do it
[Verse 1 ]
Hahaha
Shit, half the times we ball cause trouble
My closest road dawg
It was cool cause I love ya, fuck what they talkin bout
Let me take you back in time, rewind to 89, introduced me to this life of crime
But we was blind, little nappy head juvenilles living wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen catching cases
Indeed it was misery, driven by my own demons, cause they was killing me
How can I be sure I'll be safe soon?
Catching me dipping to the light, of the straight moon
It's getting deeper now, let me get your mind right
Fuck your enemies, nigga grip your nine tight
Tonight's the night
Murder murder mister Lucifer
Pictures of the Devil, duck when he shoot at ya
It's all political, running from the future, escaping in the fog
Life your life like a hog nigga
Me and my closest road dawg
[Chorus]
Every ghetto got a cross road
Waiting on the side with my road dawgs
All alone in this scary place called home
Take a second take a minute they all gone
Every ghetto got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dawg hold mine
Even when I'm going through hard times
I still got my closest road dawgs looking out for all mine
[Verse 2 ]
Bring your artillery and role with a nigga
They could never take the soul of an m-o-b souljah nigga
Cowards get rolled up, mob on em, Makaveli
Boy you'se a boss player
That's all the bitches tell me
Even if I died now, I live my life eternally and never lie down
Why cry now?
?
? ain't trying to hear it
Evil spirits hide in total strangers, your life's in danger
Prepare nigga be aware, cause we ain't scared
M-O-B till I die, when we ride, niggas disappear
Fill them up with pistol smoke
Never forget to blow a hole in his head for leaking information to the feds
The burning pad was the telling sign
Two hired guns busting everyone, yelling everybody die
Why the fuck they fuck around?
We left em in the fog bleeding like a stuck hog
Me and my closest road dawg
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 ]
Fuck they feelings, that's what they get for squealing
The pressures of a gangsta, dangerous as drug dealing
See me in physical form, my niggaz swarm
Take the figure of a circle, beating jealous niggaz till they purple
Simon says take they heads homey
And send them phony mother fuckers to dwell with all they dead homies
? is for fake niggaz, observing shake
The only way to see 6 figures, is break niggaz
Me and Mussolini set the ride, ?we high
Big Bulldog got the alibi, homicide, ask us why
Labeled a capo in a mob as big as the globe
To live and die as a million air on (censored - Death Row)
Set to explode, my M.O., is kill em homey
My pistols like a disease, my enemies and foes
Get murdered and disposed of, we in the fog
Makaveli the Don, and my closest Road Dawg
[Chorus 2] 3x
~3. Niggaz Nature Remix Feat Lil Mo~
Tupac and Lil' Mo
How gangsta is that ?
[Tupac]
One, two
Introduce you to a niggaz nature
Heh heh
No need to cry now, go wipe your tears be a woman
Why you acting surprised you saw the bullshit comin'
Fake hair, fake nails, fake eyes too
So while you, bound to fuck with fake guys too
Ain't nothing hard about it why you looking sad should have thought about it
Say you learn, I truly doubt it
I guess you got a problem with affection kind of loose with the love
Getting freaky with the thug niggaz up in the club
Ask to buy you a drink, you holler Don Perrion knowing I'm a cash getter
Still I, remain calm
Let you chill with me, plus you was smiling till the bill missing
That's what you get for trying to dick me
Miss me with that buy me this, buy me that, syndrome shit
Bitch get a job if you wanna be rich
Gettin mad cause I curse, then I scream I hate chu
Introduce you to a niggaz nature
Feel me
[Chorus]
Kiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin high
I'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature
That's a niggaz nature
Though sometimes, I can deal with it I realize, that I'm feelin it
It's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugs nature
[Tupac]
I probably be nice at first, I let you kiss me when it hurts
Me and you getting busy slang the dick in the dirt
Met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it
See us toungue kissing, you was truely with it
Little Hennessey, ecstasy mixed with me
Picture me pay for pussy, when the dicks for free
Hey now, where my niggaz at, tell these hoes
Before I pay, I'd jerk off, word to Moses
Visions of you sitting there sweaty and wet
Putting, pointing to the places that you want me to hit
Give me room, all up in the womb, call the cops
Nigga, hitting walls, till them bastards drops
Label me Makaveli, thug nigga with pipes
Living life like a rock star, Friday night
Make money, get pussy, always keep a pager
Cell phone in the ride to complete my nature now
[Chorus]
[Tupac]
Started as a seed from the semen
Str8 out of poppas nuts
Lustin' for creamin'
Bitches with big butts
Curves make a nigga quiet, tipsy shit
When I'm locked down, begging you for porno flicks
Sneak weed in, help a nigga pass the time, with my name tattooed so that ass is mine
Tell everybody Pac put it down for good, a local legend through the whole hood
Follow me
I got a gun on me, ? for none, on the run baby
You know a nigga need some, it's for some crazy
Why cry?
When I'll be thugging till I die
Picture a nigga up in heaven high off weed I fly
Got me missing dead homies with them forties that died
Hit the weed and hope it get me high
Dear God
Please understand my ways, living major
Blessed with a thugs heart
And a real live nigga nature
[Chorus] 4X
It ain't my fault
Hehe, Q.D., where you be? Ahh
Don't blame me, blame my mama, for making nature
[Chorus]
~4. When Thugz Cry~
I pray the Lord my guns to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul to take
As God as my witness
When Thugz Cry
Sometimes it's hard
[Verse 1]
Born thuggin' and loving the way I came up
Big money clutchin, busting while evading cocaine, bust my po's rushing
Semi-clutching into insanity, they shot at my cousin now we bustin' at they whole family
The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried
I got a line on the DA cause I'm fucking his secretary
I black out and start cussing, bust em and touch em all
They panic and bitches duck and I rush em and fuck em all
I'll probably be an old man before I understand, why I had to live my life with pistols close at hand
Kidnapped my homies sister, cut her face us bad, they even raped her so we blaze they pad
Automatic shots rang out, on every block
They putting hits out on politicians even cops, I ain't lyin'
They got me sleeping with my infrared beam
And in my dreams I hear mother fuckers screamin', what is the meaning?
When Thugz Cry
[Chorus]
Oh why should you send your child off too die
In the streetz of chalk where they lie
And no thugz cry when thugz cry
Dear God
Oh why does it have to be this way, I
Children of today won't stay wise
Let the children hear when thugz cry
Dear God, alright
[Verse 2]
Maybe my addiction to friction got my buggin'
Where is the love? Never quit my ambition's to thug
Ain't shed a tear since the old school years, of elementary
Niggaz I used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries
Still homey keep it real, how does it feel to lose your life over something that you did as a kid
You all alone, no communication, block on the phone
Don't get along with your pops, and plus your mom is gone
Where did we go wrong?
I put my soul in this song, to help us grow in time
But now our minds is gone
We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches
We went from welfare living, to world-wide riches
But something's changed in this dirty game, everything's strange
I lost all my homies over cocaine, man
See they asked me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie
See you gotta get high or die
Cause even thugz cry
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Will I see if these paranoid bitches, illegal inventions
Bustin' mother fuckers with uppercuts, I leave em with dentures
Cause in my criminal mind nobody violates the Don,
I write your name on a piece of paper and now your family's gone
While approach and shake like you can handle me team
So merciless in my attack it'll take command of your dreams
Leaving mother fuckers drowning in they own blood
Clownin, taking pictures
Later, laugh at them punk bitches, that turned snitches
Regulate my area the terror I represent
Make your people disappear, you wondering where they went
I am I cold or is it just I sold me soul
Addicted to these streets to find true peace, I'm told
Come take my body God, don't let me suffer any longer
Smoke a pound of marijuana so I know it ain't long
Where is the end to all my misery?
Is there a close, I suppose that's why I murder my foes
When Thugz Cry
I shed tattoo tears for years
My dead homeboyz and my in prison niggaz
Y'all ain't never heard my cries
Now you wonder why would you die?
[Chorus] 2x
~5. U Don’t Have 2 Worry~
Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't wanna ride with me nigga
C'mon, get in the car, get in the fucking car man
Heh, you say you scared to ride in my car cause you think mother fuckas are gonna be blasting at it
C'mon, get in the car, get in the fucking car man
C'mon, get in the car, get in the fucking car
C'mon, get in the car, get in the car
[Chorus]
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Nigga's will put the scream ride or die for me now
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the row
Fair Exchange when we fuck them hoes
[Verse 1 - Tupac]
Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes
No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown
My unknown tendencies to mash my car
Getting wicked with my ski-mask find the stash and dump
Why niggaz run I'm the last one standing the rest died
Victims of my lethal chrome, can it, westside
Though it's world wide no one can deny my views
Tragic to my very fabric once the plastic blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
Niggaz die by me orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild nights and latin quarters
Niggaz tried to kill me, and I fed their wife and they daughters
Blazed the weed, trained they seeds, gave them cash
Pass the fame and let the game go rolling past
Why you change it's a cold world taught me like
Retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right
Say they shot me in my nuts, I don't rush with it
Bullshit nigga cause I'm still fucking your bitch
Niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change?
Fuck with me, all this shit pay
Nigga fuck the fame
[Young Noble]
Remember hit em up, don't make us do it once more
You niggas know, you ain't fucking with them Outlawz
We key souljahs, souljah from Compton to Brooklyn
We're the type to get sniped, when the cops is looking
Don't nobody give a fuck cause you done crossed the game
Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame
You made your bed nigga lay in it
Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it
It's not a game we only got one click we Outlawz from the door
Dirty stains when I fuck on the floor, kissin the floor
We dirty as the mother fucking streetz of Jers'
We sweep niggaz with the words so the heat's referred
Holla
[Chorus]
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Nigga's will put the scream ride or die for me now
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the row
Fair Exchange when we fuck them hoes
Let them punks know
[Napoleon]
I wish I was in the mother fucking car wit'cha
I'd have took every bullet that threw had a guard nigga
I only got one click, Outlawz till I'm gone
Heavy in the game and we coming for they fucking dome
Love is gone well it is what it is
And plotting on us, they must be prayin' for they kids man
You don't have to worry cause I ride for ya
Like K said over loyal even tell ride or die for ya
You put me in the game and dog I owe it all to ya
And when it get to popping I'm a fucking ball for ya
And everything I do I'm a hang your names on it
I'll never let them forget I put my seeds on it
[Kastro]
? when the time come face the truth
In the middle of the desert nigga lace your boots
As a youth, under proof, ?
You studio gangsta's better find your vest
Why the fuck you ain't done yet swallow your ?
? you in a Bentley ?
Fuck a glock nine that shit is weak on the street
And if you can't strategize ?
If your life in another niggaz hand you dead
And if ?
Another fake nigga using my strength to get great
I mean your ?face might not be scared but your heartbeat said it?
[Chorus]
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Nigga's will put the scream ride or die for me now
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the row
Fair Exchange when we fuck them hoes
Let them punks know
[Kastro and Young Noble]
I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty
But now I'm a ridah, connive and gutsy
And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me
And that's how I'ma go about it till somebody bust me
I play for keeps like the OG's raised me
If I sleep I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby?
And I think I'm going crazy cause my ?
Drinking on the daily, alcohol can't remember
I got bad nerves, paranoid and destroyed me
I love the lord so the church can't kill me
I sleep light I wake peeking out my window
Guns under my mattress and guns under my pillow
And that's the way it's gonna be till they bury me
But don't twist it cause none of you niggas worry me
[Kadafi]
What the fuck you didn't know?
Killa-Kastro, Young Noble with the criminal flow
You nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt
These niggas can't fade me with the ?
We put it down, look around, until we find you
What now? Penitentiary bound, to remind you
Kadafi I bring the jingle to the click, tastey like a Pringle
Sneaking through your chimney like Kris Cringle on some shit
Give me fee and let me eyes twinkle, plinko plow
I been a thug shootin' slugs since a child
[Chorus]
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Nigga's will put the scream ride or die for me now
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the row
Fair Exchange when we fuck these hoes
Let them punks know
Let them punks know 3x
~6. This Ain’t Livin~
[Verse 1]
This ain't livin'
Nigga, I hear even the smaller g's be dipping Chevy Impala's
While flossing they gold D's, OG's, is who they follow
We swallow tomorrow's seeds when we bleed it's hollow
We breed violence and greed let them leave tomorrow
In time they gripping nine's ?
I be staring watching parents sacrifice they child
The love's gone, a thugs home, with no love feeling so strong
Make young boys into drug lords
Now this one's for adolescents now dos for dose
Keep your friends by your side and enclose your foes
Got three for Johnny Law trying to take my chips
I never pulled the trigger, I didn't touched that bitch
Throw your hands in the air, it's a robbery
(Censored - Drop a cop?) thinkin' Pac would you ride with me?
Let's go see what our enemies talking bout
When G's enter the house nobody' walking out
This ain't livin'
It's similar of a prison we're trapped
My homey jealous plus the tell us that they phones are tapped
I watch my back 24-7 and never let them bustas enter a G in ghetto heaven
You know, this is how it goes when we floss with flows
Before we toss your hoe, it'll cost you mo'
I do shows make a lotta dough murder my foes
But I would give it all up, if it would help you grow
This ain't livin'
[Chorus]
Takes a life to make a life (takes a life)
Livin in the world of crime tonight (takes a life)
Can't find a better way to pray for you
This ain't livin' I gotta do what I gotta do
This ain't livin'
Takes a life to make a life (takes a life)
Livin in the world of crime tonight (takes a life)
Can't find a better way to pray for you
This ain't livin' I gotta do what I gotta do
[Verse 2]
Hm
Gun fire is produced at alarming rates
Today's youth equipped to shoot, give the coroner a break
It takes a nation of millions, if we intend to stop the killing
Just search your feelings participate and ???
They our seeds and when they bleed we bleed
That's what becomes of lonely children, they turn to G's
Heavenly father can you rescue, my young nation, rest the Lord will protect you
Respect due, not a threat as I step in blue
And check those that oppose when I froze them fools and who are you
To watch me fall farther, I disappear, reappear as the (Censored - holy father?)
Follow me now, skipping plan, and living fast, will get your ass
Stuck in the pen, doing life plus 10, young brother pump your brakes for me
Before you choke why don't you soak up some game from your big homey
This ain't livin, we givin you jewels, use them as tools
Explode on the industry and fade them fools
You know the rules gotta be a rider, you can run the red lights but read the street signs, hey
This for all a y'all that keep on raising hell put a pistol in your hand an let ya fade yourself
It ain't right, whatcha put your mama through, young G
Gotta change your life, take the game from me
This ain't livin'
[Chorus] 4x
~7. Why U Turn On Me~
Old switcharoo ass bitch made mother fuckers
Just because I can bitch
Outlaw nigga, westside, throw it up, yeah
Used to have love for me. But why you turning on me?
Why me?
Westside, how you do it?
[Verse 1]
I went from, nothing to something now they all wanna see me fallin'
Playa hatas hate to see a thug nigga ballin'
They say we hate the east coast, but that's funny, got a lotta love for any nigga gettin money
I made a song about my enemies and niggaz tripped
It was hip-hip until Tupac fucked Biggie's bitch
Y'all niggaz hypocrites your bitch made
Now either love me or hate me, but real thug niggaz get paid
Had me catching cases all across the nation
I went from jail to bail to barely on probation
They got a player facing three strikes, and we might, just blast
God bless the child that can get cash
With all these niggaz turning they'll never learn
Got a long line of niggaz playa hatin' me but getting burned
Talk a lot of shit but you'se a trick in drag
Like the mac made you fall back and stick your ass, for back stabbing
[Chorus]
Why you wanna turn on me?
Never thought you would backstab me
(Why y'all turning on me?)
When you niggaz see me you flee
Cause I'm a t-h with the u-g
Why you wanna turn on me?
Never thought you would backstab me
When you niggaz see me you flee
(Yeah nigga)
Cause I'm a t-h with the u-g
[Verse 2]
It, started so innocent but ended in the 5th precinct
A bunch of juvenile delinquents, we still decent
Playing catching kiss, you was dissing the herbs
Fuck school we was skipping drinking drinking 5th on the curb
Me and you, no closer two, while drinking brew
What you need nigga? Anything at all come to me nigga
You can wear my clothes and my gold for the hoes
Gave you the keys to the jeep, offered my home as an open door
But then you picked a new direction, in the blink of an eye
My time away just made perfection, you think I'd die?
Never got a single visit yet I carry on
All my old friends too busy now my money gone
Tell I got raped in jail, picture that, revenge is a pay back bitch
(Laughing)
Get your gat
Fuck (censored - Wendy Williams) and I pray that
Ya choke on the next dick down your throat
For turning on me
[Chorus]
Why you wanna turn on me?
Never thought you would backstab me
(Why y'all turning on me? Why me?)
When you niggaz see me you flee
Cause I'm a t-h-u-g
Why you wanna turn on me?
Never thought you would backstab me
When you niggaz see me you flee
Cause I'm a t-h-u-g
[Tupac talking]
I'll put Jenny Craig on your fat ass you fat troll
Anybody ever seen (censored - Wendy Williams) fat ass?
Why you always wearin' spandex you fat bitch? I know your pussy stink
You fat ho
I'm puttin Jenny Craig on you bitch
I'm bout to put a twenty thousand dollar hit, through Jenny Craig
To come find your ass and put you in a fat farm you fat bitch
Thuglife, outlaw, westside, bitch, it's Tupac so you know who said it
If everybody did like what I said about that other trick and Mobb Deep
Fuck you too nigga
If a nigga didn't wanna get talked about, he shouldn't of stepped in the fucking ring
If Tyson don't wanna get knocked out, he don't step in the fucking ring
That's how this shit go
When Tyson get in the ring, he knock mother fucka's out
Well that's what Tupac gon 'do
When niggaz come against me, I'ma knock they punk ass out
One way or the mother fucking other
This old mother fucking nigga in the south told me nigga
There's more than one way to skin a cat
There's more than one way to shoot a gat
There's more than one way to die nigga
When I'm though, everybody cry nigga
This is how we do it
[Chorus]
Why you wanna turn on me?
Never thought you would backstab me
(Why y'all turning on me? Why me?)
When you niggaz see me you flee
Cause I'm a t-h-u-g
Why you wanna turn on me?
Never thought you would backstab me
When you niggaz see me you flee
Cause I'm a t-h-u-g
(Fuck you too nigga!)
(Laughing)
~8. LastOnesLeft Feat Outlawz~
nigga westside
westside in this muthafucka
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
[Verse 1 - Tupac]
can't nobody stop us when were blunted up and swervin
packed in a suburban
screamin outlaw
runnin on the curb
they never try me
cause right behind me a killer team
I give the word cut the head off a nigga like a guillotine
this Hennessey will keep me calm though
sittin in the back of a club tradin convo
livin like a don in my own mind
sittin with kadafi nigga watch me with the chrome 9
all the time drinkin champagne
walk throught the crowd let the tramps hang
niggas play a hate but do a damned thang
picture me doin 80
down a one way
stuck in the trunk caught in gunplay
so I gotta keep my eyes open gettin high
wondering why we gotta die smokin, my alibi
like they gonna find me in the mark for death
spending my nights like it's the last one left
I'm an outlaw
[Chrous]
am I wrong
the one to get it goin on
the last to leave
til' I see everybody's gone
I'm at the bar u could catch me
hands full of liquor
puffin on the sweetest swisher
cause I'm the last one left
tell me am I wrong
the one to get it goin on
the last to leave
til' I see everybody's gone
I'm at the bar u could catch me
hands full of liquor
puffin on the sweetest swisher
cause I'm the last one left
[Verse 2 - Napoleon]
i got my back against the wall
gat chillen by my balls
why they tryin to rule this nigga thats only 5'6'' tall
the police only know that we outlaws
fuck fair
better strap down to the fullest cause we dont care
thug passion all up in me
feelin like i drunk some heny
it aint easy im tryin to make a dollar out of 2 pennys
war we got these rap niggas
wanna pull thier gat niggas
only got my side
cause they think pac died nigga
blast niggas with our tech
takin showers in our vests
pac come and catch reak nigga we the last one left
[Verse 3 - Tupac]
it be my only zone
inside my own dome
fresh out of jail
it was hell
but I'm finally home
lookin for niggas that was woofin that shit when i was locked back
hands on the pump make em jump when it cocked back
fuck em all they bitches inside a world of weak
bitch niggas be afraid to speak
be the last ones left
[Chorus]
tell me am I wrong
the one to get it goin on
the last to leave
til' I see everybody's gone
I'm at the bar u could catch me
hands full of liquor
puffin on the sweetest swisher
cause I'm the last one left
tell me am I wrong
the one to get it goin on
the last to leave
til' I see everybody's gone
I'm at the bar u could catch me
hands full of liquor
puffin on the sweetest swisher
cause I'm the last one left
[Verse 4 - Young Noble]
I eat and sleep the worst shit
cursed from birth
me and my team
super supreme
puttin in work
im past stuck
drunk as a fuck
til it hurt
and ill call earl
screamin fuck the world
I got a bitch on the side want to be my wife
and she wanna know is she gonna see me tonight
and i know it aint right
but its the life i got
and thats until i see god
and until i see pac
young noble i lost control
somebody hold me down
and if the world was a girl id stick my dick in the ground
fuck tha world
[Tupac - Outro]
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
outlaw in this muthafucka right here
outlawz in this muthafucka
uh
(censored?) in this muthafucka right here
(censored?) in this muthafucka
uh
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
(censored?) in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
outlaw in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
(censored?) in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
(censored?) in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
(censored?) in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
~9. Thug N U Thug N Me Feat. Kci & JoJo~
Put me in the car JoJo
It's Pac
Heh heh, yeah, maybe it's the thug in me
Yeah, that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me
Verse 1
By Age thirteen I was buck wild
Good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood
Never be the same
Walked in my daddy's shoes
No time to be a peaceful man
I had shatter fools
That's till I put my eyes on you
God damn sweetheart you got some thighs on you
Now I can't wait to get you home
Get you all alone
In my bedroom baby can we bone?
And get it on?
Tell me lady how you like me
And if you want it harder baby
Come and bite me
But do it lightly
Cause that excites me to ?let it pop?
And if you lick me right
I'll do it all night
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga
(Ha Ha)
Though I like the way you scream when your loving me
I'm going deep its the thug in me
So what you saying girl...
[Chorus]
Thug nigga like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me (In me)
That I wanna put in you (Put in you)
Thug nigga like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me
That I wanna give to you, girl
Verse 2
Moan baby when we bone, its on
Its so strong niggas in the next room will come
I got your head swinging
Tongue kissing
As I hit it from the back
With the bed ringing
(Ha Ha)
Give me space
As I lick your face
Stick the place
Synchronized so I grind when they kick the bass
Love fucking in the morning
I get you wet and bust a sweat
Then I'm gone
Left you on your own
Girl tell me what you feel like
Blindfolded I'm cold do it real nice
That's if it feel right
Maybe its the thug in me
I pull your hair
While we fucking in the chair
When you loving me up against the wall
You can have it all
Just try
Bet my kiss, can get you high
Don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts
When I'm loving you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you
[Chorus]
Verse 3
Say baby what's your phone number?
Be warned I'm like a storm with my own thunder
I make the room rumble
In and out
Long stroke
Hold your breath, now close your eyes deep throat
Did you like it?
Ew, I'm excited
Cause it's a party in my bedroom your invited
C'mon now let me see you shake your rump
Tell me, how long will it take to come?
Having fun, do it one on one or we can all get involved
First ya'll do me then I fuck ya'll
When you call me the next day
To get sexed by a nigga in the best way
(Ha Ha Ha)
Yeah baby its a price to pay
Only play in the fast lane
When you a hustler, mother fuck a cash game
I got you going wild, cause I'm loving you
Drugged out with this mother fucking thug in you
[Chorus] 2x
(Laughing)
I don't wanna talk
I don't want no explanation
I don't got no mother fucking explanation, you know what I'm saying
It's just the thug in me
Don't come asking me why I'm ?fornicating? up here or why I fuck so mother fucking thuggy
Some thug passion, know what I mean
No mercy
What you scared of ?
Didn't you come over here to get fucked?
You ain't come over here for me to be stroking and all that bullshit
You came over here to get fucked
If I ain't fuck you thug style bitch
You leave my house talking Tupac ain't served you
Ain't gonna have me crossed up in that bullshit
Turn if off
~10. Words 2 My First Born Feat. Above The Law~
[2Pac]
HehHehHeh
These are my words to my first born
[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Can you picture young niggas in a rush to grow?
The hard timers in the pen
Had to crush his throat
Probably never even saw it coming
Too busy bullshittin, caught him with his mouth runnin
Aint this a bitch?
They got me twisted in this game
The Feds and the punk Police pointin pistols at my brain
I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out
My homies murdered execution style runnin in the drug house
What was supposed to be a easy hit
Now shit is flipped cause niggas died over bullshit
Inside my dreams I'm seeing pictures of a broken man
No witnesses only the questions that will smoke the man
Young adolescence in our prime live a life of crime
Though it ain't logical we hobble through these trying times
Living blind, Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all my homies had to die before they got to grow?
And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer
One love to the thugs in heaven, I'll see you there
It's written for the young and dumb
That wasn't warned, help you make it through the storm
My words to my first born
Feel me
[chorus]
My words to my first born
My words to my first born
[Verse 2 - 2 Pac]
Since my very first day on this earth I was cursed
So I knew that the birth of a child would make my life worse
And though it hurt me there was no distortion
Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions
Quiet your soul cause you know what you had to do
And so they victims of a world they never came to
I understand its a better day coming
Sometimes catch you sleeping on a dead end
Driving with the car running blinded
Aint no love in the hood, only hearts torn
Love letters to the innocent and unborn
All the babies that died up on the table
Wasn't able to breathe cause the family wasn't able
Can't blame her, I would do the same
All I could give it was my debt and my last name
Cause in the game things change
Living up and down
This hard life got me walking with my head down
Flashing frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?
But I'll never get to know so I carry on
It's written for the young and dumb
That wasn't warned
My words to my first born
Feel me
Words to my first born
These are the words to my first born
Hey nigga talk to your boy
Talk to your seed nigga...
[Verse 3 - Above the Law]
2000 somethin somethin
It's a new era
A nigga's too real
I see shit too clear
See theres more than just a skrilla in this tilt nigga
(What else is it dogg?)
The velvet and the silk
And making sure my kittens got they milk
Now to fill this mattress
Now my kids know I'm at this, hood tactics
Black must roll, hood stroll
Ain't no question nigga
Above the Law, hustla
If you late with the chips
Homie we'll handle ya...
Although we never take advantage
Though we always in the air thang
By all means, stack green, gangsta lean
They say money make the world go round
So only associate yourself with paper chasers
And niggas thats truly down
And keep God first
And give thanks for the good times
Cause when this really hurts
It's playa hataz that be callin you hit
Touchin her tits, held her dick
Trying to get you for your grip
I know you stressed out and fed up
But come out gun blazing and keep your head up
You can call it what you want to, but it ain't gon' change
Above the Law, 2 Pac
Old G's in this rap game
And we done lived a long, hard life
And we done shed so many tears under these bright lights
Ya'll, although we grew up, corrupted this storm
We still got a lot of wisdom to give to our first born
[2Pac Talking]
You gonna tell yo kids nigga, who was you?
What was you doing?
How did you put it down?
Hmmhh..
This my words to my muthafuckin first born
So a nigga know
You know what I mean?
HaHaHa
Ain't nothing but a muthafuckin rider
West Side til I die
Thats all it was
Its a crooked ass hand they deal a muthafucker
I just played to win
I just played to win
Muthafucker gotta bet against the odds
You know what I mean?
Roll those muthafuckin dice
Sometimes you hit 7, 11, sometimes....
~11. Let Em Have It Remix Feat. Left Eye~
Te Quiero
Te Quiero Cojer (Spanish: I wanna fuck you)
I'll let your ass have it
Take care of business
Oh for real
Ghetto chorette
[Verse 1 - Tupac]
Now you been acting like you want it for a long time
All up in a nigga face, giving me them strong vibes
Look in my eyes and you'll find peace
A Gemini so you really blow my mind freak
C'mon
I got my clothes off, hard as a nigga in jail
Skinny niggaz throw the dick well
Everybody get they condoms, rubber cause it's time to fuck
Hurry up and put it on nigga time is up
What's next? Got my mind on some group sex
Where you going baby I ain't even through yet
Do it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya
In and out make it good to ya
Remember me?
I love fucking slow with the lights low
Black, Puerto Rican, even white hoes
Felice Amor, Que Linda, Dame Veso (Spanish: Sweet love, your a cutie, give me a kiss)
Got my bed soaked
Come to poppy
Fuckin' till the shit is sloppy (sloppy)
If you really want it
[Chorus]
If you really want it
Get your ass up
If you really want it
If you really want it
If you really want it (x3)
Alright, all my real niggaz and my real bitches, let me see you do it like this
C'Mon
Rock ya, body body x3
Rock ya body
Rock ya, body body x3
We came to
Rock ya, body body x3
Rock ya body
Rock ya, body body x3
[Verse 2 - Left Eye]
Do you, you remember the time
When you absolutely, said never let it inside
Feel it's my duty, from Gemini, to Gemini
Can you imagine the trouble come bustin double
I'm much obliged, see I would love to go and take a ride
A totally leeway, up and down the freeway, nothing to hide
If I was committed to suicide, I'd fuck around with you now, put it down
I testify, ain't nobody here to understand the reason why
And your with I, so everything is rectified, I know you tried
You even made a nigga cry, but love is blind
Now can you stand the test of time?
You can find, what it means to be an open mind
Feel the climax
I bust a round with you, painting the perfect picture
I'm down for you, I wanna get with you
[Chorus]
Rock ya, body body
Rock ya, body
(yeah)
Rock ya, body body
Rock ya, body
(If you really want it)
Ya like that?
Yeah.
(If you really want it)
Rock ya, body body
Rock ya, body
(Y'all want that)
Rock ya, body body
Rock ya, body
What y'all wanna do?
Yeah.
Rock ya, body
Yeah, yeah. I feel ya
Rock ya, body body x3
Rock ya body
Rock ya, body body x3
We came to
Rock ya, body body x3
Rock ya body
Rock ya, body body x3
Rock ya body
[Verse 3 - Tupac]
See, it all started simple
Turning me licking your nipples
Fucking you doggy style to this instrumental
Hands up
All up inside your head
I could stand you
Eyes open
I don't plan to bust, just hold on
Baby let me zone in
What do you mean, can you scream, let it go, biatch
How does it feel?
Gotta nigga like steel in ya
To keep going on, fucking like I'm killing ya
Lets go another round
Baby is you down really
Two shots of esctasy
Lick a nigga down silly
Your body next to me
I can touch you inside, and you'll cry
So good when a nigga leave, you'll die
My mama told baby be a man put it on a hit
On bitches like switches coming around the corner
I wanna let me get my ride on
It's your dick baby but it's my song
If you really want it
[Tupac talking]
Gotta send this out to all the freaky bitches
Definitely all the Scorpio's and the Gemini's, and the Virgo's
You know I know the truth about you Scorpio's and you Virgo's
No doubt gotta give it to the Capricorns
They some freaks too on the down down
The Libra's, they like it even but they still like fucking.
No doubt.
Aquarius's, Libra's, that said though
Leos, they some freaks
Leos is freaks, they always wanna run shit in bed
Sagittarius, Taurus, Cancers
All you freaky fucks
I'm a Zodiac fucker I do you all one at a time and all down the line
Lets get busy
[Chorus]
Rock ya, body body x3
Rock ya body
Rock ya, body body x3
We came to
Rock ya, body body x3
Rock ya body
Rock ya, body body x3
Rock ya body
--- Special Thanks ---
Thanks to Otip Tha Balla for the Spanish Translation
~12. Runnin On E Feat Outlawz~
If you a bad boy
Yo, what's up man
The police is commin' !
Oh shit !
Get out of there
Yo, get the fuck out the way
Fatal Outlawz, runnin' up out this mother fucker
I'm going past niggaz
They ain't getting me up for fifteen like this, fuck that
It's Outlaw nigga
[Chorus] 2X
If you a bad boy then you die
Westside Outlawz when we ride, get me high
They fucked up when they robbed me
Put another contract on Mobb Deep
[Fatal]
I focus my locus thought on the enemy
Sick of the Hennessey, it's necessary to finish me
I'm anti-social immortal when it come to the vocals
Jersey them niggaz down and won't appoach em til it's time to smoke em
Hussein the terrorist, nigga they think I'm crazy and creepy
And as we speak they try to find me therapist
Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar
Strap intact hittin' corners dropped didn't want to spin the tires
My man'll find ya
This 357 anaconda, is enough to bring your mama to turn around and hang the drama
Military comradery Outlaw till they body me
Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy
Mob 6 feet deep, you try to brush me to death
And suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh
You know the verdict, who what when and why he die murdered
Get your physical diverted and your vision distorted
[Tupac]
Now ever since Mama got fucked and papa ducked out
Look at us, murderous thugs shown less love in the drug house
Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage
Bring chaos causin' damage on our quest for cabbage
They ask, my style similar to cash when flaunted
Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
Exploit your weakness, revenge flow deep without release
Criminal orders across the water bringin the war to the streets
Why fear me, fear the shit I speak
Once this shit drop it's heard on every fuckin street, like the sound of police
Who run the streets really?
And every hood legends grow from the hustlaz up at Harlem to shot callers in O'
And though, Congress, don't want us to progress, we stress
My homey buried at an early age, hustled to death
His last breath, a lesson I posses like jewels
Stay thugged out keep it movin'
[Kadafi]
Half way thugs don't budge when we stalk the streetz
Sort of like ? on narcotics when they walk the beat
You speak of beef pussy, draw down and drop it
Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket
Gettin mines with nines cocked and extortin'
Block popped with 22's in my socks with the butt hangin out the top
You never seen time, I travel cross and dream crime
My rose like a million dollar bill folded with green lines
With my pulse racing, trick my man he str8 gon chase me
Catch my body like cases, 5 minutes from the station
[Young Noble]
Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence
No finger prints that mean there was no evidence or proof that I was present
At the scene of the crime around 10 niggaz bleed
After they made this punk, fag motherfucka bleed
All the money was bloody and shit, ya'll niggaz shoulda seen it
Bust a cap and freak with, bowin' off to one knee shit
The glock to your head nigga, don't let it look like an accident
Hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot fuckin' backwards
Little homies puttin work for stripes, but is worth your life and G-Rides runnin' red lights
I wish somebody would have told me then
Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't a cell they can hold me in
Caucasian, crazy like arabians
Hold this spot like some niggaz 'll fade me in
Havin' a fiend's baby
When they want the product, nigga I got the smoke
Got this weed and the coke, what you need what you want
What you workin with, I'm on some 'ol immortal shit
Outlaw we straight hurtin' shit, use artillery to murder with
Put on the block, gangsta partyin' like Pac
Life's hard from the ox me and my niggaz on top
[Tupac] 5X
I know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me
We Outlawsz, thugged out, niggaz runnin on E
[Nuttso]
The glock, put the lead in pop, fuck the law
Carry steel cause I live in the niggaz side of the law
Ridin' foes cause I can't let hoes catch me slippin
Quick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin
Ridin high, blazin, cryptonite got a nigga dazing
Jerkin and smirken at enemies before I graze em
Ride em, look behind em, I see him
He slipped, at a stop light on this lonely night
(This motherfuckin' trick)
Slide on him, so I can dip and put it in him
(Damn, I guess this motherfucka know that I sent him)
Hit the pedal now we high speed
With my metal tryin' to make these motherfuckaz die speed
Up the way I seen him slow down
(Shit!! I think I gon' bust these hoes down)
Caught em runnin' on E it's kinda funny to me
They knew they was funkin' with me but they dumb and see
[Tupac]
Open up fire watch em expire when my shells split em
Plus all them trick niggaz basically can go to hell with em
Fuck em they phony claimin they homies but they foes
Speakin on thug niggaz daily, while we nailing they hoes
Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation
Words are known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation
A crooked thought, cops get bought, no longer caught
Out on bail raisin hail, nigga fuck what you thought
Did you cried when my girl died?
Put out the hit, politic niggaz worldwide, grabbin my dick
I'll never learn, take away the pain with sherm
Throwin' gas on my enemies watchin em burn
Kamikaze, I'm shootin' up the casket take the body
Whip the corpse like a piñata and party
His last breath, a straight lesson I possess like jewels
Stay thugged out keep it movin
Running on E
Stay thugged out keep it movin
Running on E
[Tupac talking ...]
One time, one time for the niggaz that stayed down for us
Running on E
Smiff and Wesson, ?, Buckshot, BDI
The Bootcamp Click
What happened, that was it?
~13. When I Get Free Feat. J. Valentine~
Damn, what am I gonna do now
Oh, Shit
(When I get free, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus] 2x
When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass
Soon as I get released I'ma clock some cash
Did some time locked down but I'm back on the street
There'll be trouble when they see me
Them bitches is back, take a look at the evening news
And see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue
Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck
These motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but
I slip as quick as the wind, it's me again, fuck friends
My foes be on a mission, tryin to do me in
Fuck em I'm bout to get out, they all soft
I blow up like a gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off
Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?
And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch
Maintain with a nigga meal ticket only if you with the real
The nigga will kick it, I'll enforce it with the steel
Using lessons that I learned in jail
Rule one, fuck a busta he can burn in Hell
Network with connects that I got in the pen
In no time I'll be clockin again
[Chorus] 2x
[Verse 2]
Still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past
Tryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash
Quick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side
My cellmate suicidal cause his mother died
And my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe
me and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze
Cause she keep on callin me baby
To a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make me crazy
Now how long will it take, to get a hook
Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks
I devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van
Ain't no disguise I'ma die as a man
If we make it then I'm takin it to Hell
All them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in a cell
Locked in jail, I couldn't touch ya so I planned, your misery
The nigga you don't wanna see
[Chorus] 2x
Still in my cell, the pen ain't nothing like the country jail
When will they let me down, walking through the yard
I pray to God, first nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred
I'm back on the scene, I'm hitting knees in the back of a limousine
Puffing on weed as we game on the drunk hoes
Hit the skunk I reminisce just on the way we used to play, punk hoes
What I posess is to be rich, in currency
Paranoid like bitches, when they come to see me
Laid out, played out, that nigga barely breathing
As for that bullshit punk, nigga and now we're even
But I wait, for a different time, and wait, for a different way to profit off this crime, this life of mine
Until I get free, my prophecy is niggaz screaming, as if they bleeding begging me
And as soon as they popped my gate, I knew these mother fuckers made a mistake
[Chorus] 3x
When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass
Soon as I get released I'ma clock some cash
Did some time locked down but I'm back on the street
There'll be trouble when they see me
When I Get Free
Yeah Nigga
When I get motherfuckin free
Pop the gate, I'm back baby
When I get free
We up out this bitch
~14. Until The End Of Time RP Remix Feat. Richard Page~
[Verse1]
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Some where inside my childhood I missed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be through the misery hat came to pass
The hard times can make a true friend afraid to ask
For currency
But you could run to me when you need me
I'll never leave honestly, someone to believe in the shit we see
It's a small thing through and true
What could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And comin' new he'd do the same thang if he could
Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
But half the times we be actin' up call the cops
Bringin' the cease to the peace that was on my block
It never stops, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her yeah but it's clear I'll always be the same
Until the end of time
[Chorus]
Change, these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the End of Time)
So I can fly
Till the End of Time
Take these broken wings
[Verse 2]
Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids
So you know, I don't hang around the house much
This all night money makin' got me outta touch, shit
Ain't flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto child's
My attitude got me walkin' solo
Ride out alone in my low-low
Watchin' the whole world move in slow mo'
For quiet times disappear listen to the ocean
Smokin' ports think my thoughts
Then it's back to coastin'
Who can I trust in this cold world
My phony homey had a baby by my own girl
But I ain't trippin' I'm a playa
I ain't sweatin' him
I sex his sister had her mumbling like a Mexican
His next of kin
No remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rappin' the only thing I did good was scrappin'
Until the end of time
[Chorus]
Change, these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the End of Time)
So I can fly
Till the End of Time
Take these broken wings
You've got to learn to fly and learn to live so free
So I can fly
Till the End of Time
[Verse 3]
Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?
To life my life as an Outlaw all alone
Remain strong in this planet full of playa hatas
They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in the end drinkin' Hennessey made all my enemies envy me
So go when I flow illuminatin' easily
Falls to they knees
They plead for they right to breath
While beggin' me to keep the peace
Ha ha
Well I can see close into achieve
In times of danger don't freeze time to be a chief
Follow my lead I supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the trainin' to make a G
Remember me as an outcast outlaw
Another album out that's what I'm about, more
Gettin' raw 'till the day I see my casket
Buried as a G while the whole world remembers me
Until the end of time
[Chorus]
Change, these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the End of Time)
So I can fly
Till the End of Time
Take these broken wings
You've got to learn to fly and learn to live so free
(Until the End of Time)
So I can fly
Till the End of Time
Till the End of Time
I don't know what it is that has me acting all crazy out here
Guess it's just my arrival?
And how you been poorly treating
Until the end of time
Shit, we ain't got no other way
It ain't no mystery, you get what you give
Feel me
What comes outta that, I can't tell you that
Maybe it's the thug in me
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