Jean, Winson '2Pac' Filmography

• Ghosts of Cité Soleil (2006)

• The Uppercut - 2Pac
• The Realist Killaz' - 2Pac
• Against All Odds - 2Pac
• A Crooked Nigga Too (Raphael Saadiq Remix) - 2Pac
• A Crooked Nigga Too - 2Pac
• 5 Deadly Venomz - 2Pac
• 2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted - 2Pac
• 16 On Death Row - 2Pac
• The Eternal Lament - 2Pac
• Temptations - 2Pac
• Tattoo Tears - 2Pac
• Strugglin' - 2Pac
• Power Of A Smile - 2Pac
• Young Niggas - 2Pac
• World Wide Mob Figgaz - 2Pac
• Why Must You Be Unfaithful - 2Pac
• Y'all Don't Know Us - 2Pac
• Words 2 My First Born - 2Pac
• Why U Turn On Me - 2Pac
• Wonder Why They Call U - 2Pac
• Young Niggaz - 2Pac
• Words Of Wisdom - 2Pac
• Who Do You Believe In - 2Pac
• Where There Is A Will... - 2Pac
• When Ure Heart Turns Cold - 2Pac
• When We Ride - 2Pac
• White Man's World - 2Pac
• Who Do U Believe In? - 2Pac
• When Ur Hero Falls - 2Pac
• When Thugs Cry - 2Pac
• Whatz Next - 2Pac
• U Can Be Touched - 2Pac
• When Thugz Cry - 2Pac
• Until the End of Time RP Remix - 2Pac
• U Don't Have 2 Worry - 2Pac
• U Can Call - 2Pac
• Until The End Of Time - 2Pac
• Under Pressure - 2Pac
• What'z Ya Phone #? - 2Pac
• Unconditional Love - 2Pac
• Violent - 2Pac
• Whatcha Gonna Do - 2Pac
• What'z Ya # Number - 2Pac
• Thugz Mansion Acoustic - 2Pac
• Thug N U Thug N Me - 2Pac
• Tradin' War Stories - 2Pac
• Thug Style - 2Pac
• Thug Passion - 2Pac
• Toss It Up - 2Pac
• To Live & Die In L.A. - 2Pac
• Troublesome '96 - 2Pac
• Trapped - 2Pac
• Thugz Mansion - 2Pac
• This Life I Lead - 2Pac
• Starin' Through My Rear View - 2Pac
• Only 4 the Righteous - 2Pac
• Still I Rise - 2Pac
• Stay True - 2Pac
• Staring Through My Rearview - 2Pac
• Still Ballin - 2Pac
• Soon As I Get Home - 2Pac
• Something 2 Die 4 - 2Pac
• One Day At A Time - 2Pac
• Nothing To Lose - 2Pac
• Nothin But Love - 2Pac
• No More Pain - 2Pac
• Old School - 2Pac
• Soulja's Story - 2Pac
• Soldier Like Me (Return of The Soulja) - 2Pac
• Never Be Peace - 2Pac
• Never Be Beat - 2Pac
• Smile For Me Now - 2Pac
• Never Had A Friend Like Me - 2Pac
• Skandalouz - 2Pac
• So Many Tears - 2Pac
• Sleep - 2Pac
• Never Call U Bitch Again - 2Pac
• Never B Peace - 2Pac
• Runnin' (Dying To Live) - 2Pac
• Real Bad Boyz (Westside) - 2Pac
• R U Still Down? - 2Pac
• Runnin On E - 2Pac
• Representin' 93 - 2Pac
• Run Tha Streetz - 2Pac
• Ready 4 Whatever - 2Pac
• Ratha Be Ya Nigga - 2Pac
• R U Still Down (Remember Me) - 2Pac
• Rebel Of The Underground - 2Pac
• Po Nigga Blues (Scott Storch Remix) - 2Pac
• Papa's Song - 2Pac
• Pac's Life - 2Pac
• Outro - 2Pac
• Pac's Theme - 2Pac
• Out On Bail - 2Pac
• Pain - 2Pac
• Peep Game - 2Pac
• Papa'z Song - 2Pac
• Open Fire - 2Pac
• Only God Can Judge Me - 2Pac
• Only Fear Of Death - 2Pac
• Outlaw - 2Pac
• Krazy - 2Pac
• Picture Me Rollin - 2Pac
• Part Time Mutha - 2Pac
• N.I.G.G.A (Never Ignorant About Getting Goals Accomplished) - 2Pac
• My Words To My Firstborn - 2Pac
• My Lil' Homies - 2Pac
• My Burnin' Heart - 2Pac
• Movin' On - 2Pac
• My Block - 2Pac
• Loyal To The Game (DJ Quik Remix) - 2Pac
• My Closest Roaddogz - 2Pac
• M.O.B. - 2Pac
• Made Niggaz - 2Pac
• Loyal To The Game - 2Pac
• Lost Souls - 2Pac
• Keep Ya Head Up - 2Pac
• It Ain't Easy - 2Pac
• Me And My Girlfriend - 2Pac
• Just Like Daddy - 2Pac
• Intro/Bomb First (My Second Reply) - 2Pac
• My Block (Remix) - 2Pac
• Military Minds - 2Pac
• Mama's Just A Little Girl - 2Pac
• Life Through My Eyes - 2Pac
• Last Ones Left - 2Pac
• Let Em Have It Remix - 2Pac
• Lil' Homies - 2Pac
• Letter 2 My Unborn - 2Pac
• Let Em Have It - 2Pac
• Last Wordz - 2Pac
• Life Goes On - 2Pac
• Life Of An Outlaw - 2Pac
• Late Night - 2Pac
• Intro (The Rose, Vol. 2) - 2Pac
• International - 2Pac
• In The Depths Of Solitude - 2Pac
• Holler If Ya Hear Me - 2Pac
• Homeboyz - 2Pac
• Intro (Resurrection) - 2Pac
• Intro (Better Dayz) - 2Pac
• If I Fail - 2Pac
• I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto (Original and Hip-Hop Version) - 2Pac
• I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto - 2Pac
• How Long Will They Mourn Me - 2Pac
• I Get Around - 2Pac
• I'm Losin It - 2Pac
• How Do You Want It - 2Pac
• If I Die 2Nite - 2Pac
• I Ain't Mad At Cha - 2Pac
• I Don't Give A Fuck - 2Pac
• Holla If You Hear Me - 2Pac
• Hennessey (Red Spyda Remix) - 2Pac
• High Speed - 2Pac
• Hell 4 a Hustler - 2Pac
• Holla If Ya Hear Me - 2Pac
• Holla At Me - 2Pac
• Hellrazor - 2Pac
• Heaven Ain't Hard 2 Find - 2Pac
• Heartz Of Men - 2Pac
• Hold Ya Head - 2Pac
• Hit 'Em Up - 2Pac
• Don't Sleep - 2Pac
• Guess Who's Back - 2Pac
• Got My Mind Made Up - 2Pac
• Hail Mary - 2Pac
• God Bless The Dead - 2Pac
• Ghetto Star - 2Pac
• Fallen Star - 2Pac
• Ghetto Gospel - 2Pac
• Dumpin' - 2Pac
• Fuckin Wit The Wrong Nigga - 2Pac
• Fuck Friendz - 2Pac
• Fake Ass Bitches - 2Pac
• Enemies With Me - 2Pac
• Fuck The World - 2Pac
• Don't You Trust Me? - 2Pac
• Fuck Em All - 2Pac
• Fame - 2Pac
• Fair Xchange Remix - 2Pac
• Fair Xchange - 2Pac
• Deadly Venomz - 2Pac
• Catchin' Feelings - 2Pac
• And 2morrow - 2Pac
• As the World Turns - 2Pac
• Ballad Of A Dead Soulja - 2Pac
• All Out - 2Pac
• Cradle To The Grave - 2Pac
• Do For Love - 2Pac
• Ambitionz Az A Ridah - 2Pac
• All Eyez On Me - 2Pac
• Death Around The Corner - 2Pac
• Dear Mama - 2Pac
• Changes - 2Pac
• Crooked Ass Nigga - 2Pac
• Changed Man - 2Pac
• Black Cotton - 2Pac
• Big Syke Interlude - 2Pac
• Black Jesuz - 2Pac
• Breathin - 2Pac
• Can't C Me - 2Pac
• Can U Get Away - 2Pac
• Blasphemy - 2Pac
• All About U - 2Pac
• Better Dayz - 2Pac
• Life's So Hard - 2Pac
• The Good Die Young - 2Pac
• Teardrops and Closed Caskets - 2Pac
• Letter to the President - 2Pac
• Killuminati - 2Pac
• This Ain't Livin - 2Pac
• Lastonesleft - 2Pac
• Thug N U Thug N Me (Remix) - 2Pac
• Niggaz Nature Remix - 2Pac
• Happy Home - 2Pac
• Everything They Owe - 2Pac
• Real Bad Boyz - 2Pac
• Raise Up Off These Nuts - 2Pac
• Bury Me A G - 2Pac
• The Streetz R Deathrow - 2Pac
• Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z. - 2Pac
• Where Do We Go From Here (interlude) - 2Pac
• I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto (Original and Hip- - 2Pac
• Black Starry Night (interlude) - 2Pac
• Ain't Hard 2 Find - 2Pac
• Pour Out A Little Liquor - 2Pac
• Intro First (My Second Reply) - 2Pac
• California Love - 2Pac
• When I Get Free II - 2Pac
• Tha' Lunatic - 2Pac
• Point The Finga - 2Pac
• Lie To Kick It - 2Pac
• Let Them Thangs Go - 2Pac
• Fuck All Y'all - 2Pac
• Brenda's Got A Baby - 2Pac
• Friends - 2Pac
• Thugz Mansion (Nas Acoustic) - 2Pac
• They Don't Give A Fuck About Us - 2Pac
• There U Go - 2Pac
• Street Fame - 2Pac
• Intro - 2Pac
• Catching Feelins - 2Pac
• Shorty Wanna Be A Thug - 2Pac
• Heavy In The Game - 2Pac
• Badboyz - 2Pac
• Baby Don't Cry (Keep Ya Head Up II) - 2Pac
• Baby Don't Cry - 2Pac
• (Poetry) Black Woman - 2Pac
• Redemption - 2Pac
• Revolution - 2Pac
• Thug 4 Life - 2Pac
• Young Black Male - 2Pac
• You Can't Diss Me - 2Pac
• World Wide Mob Figgaz Feat Outlawz - 2Pac
• Wife 4 Life - 2Pac
• Why Fool? - 2Pac
• Who Do You Love? - 2Pac
• When We Ride On Our Enemies - 2Pac
• When The Heart Turns Cold - 2Pac
• When I Get Free - 2Pac
• What's My Name - 2Pac
• What Of Fame? - 2Pac
• What Of A Love Unspoken - 2Pac
• Weed Got Me Crazy - 2Pac
• Wanted Dead or Alive - 2Pac
• Wake Me When I'm Free - 2Pac
• U R Ripping Us Apart!!! - 2Pac
• Tupac Interlude - 2Pac
• Static - 2Pac
• Thugs Get Lonely Too - 2Pac
• Thugheathaz - 2Pac
• Thug Nature - 2Pac
• Thug In Me, Thug In You - 2Pac
• Thug Blues - 2Pac
• They Tryna Murder Me - 2Pac
• The Uppercut (Feat. E.d.i. And Young Noble Of The Outlawz) - 2Pac
• The Sun & The Moon - 2Pac
• The Journey - 2Pac
• The Fear In The Heart Of A Man - 2Pac
• The Fatha Figga (Feat Snoop Dogg) - 2Pac
• That's Just The Way It Is - 2Pac
• Tears Of A Teenage Mother - 2Pac
• Str8 Ballin - 2Pac
• Starry Night - 2Pac
• Souljah's Revenge - 2Pac
• Sometimes I Cry - 2Pac
• Something Wicked - 2Pac
• Something 2 Die 4 (Interlude) - 2Pac
• Someday We'll Know - 2Pac
• Soldier Like Me (Return Of The Soulja) (Feat. Eminem) - 2Pac
• So Much Pain - 2Pac
• Smile Feat. Scarface - 2Pac
• Shit Don't Stop - 2Pac
• Shane Got To Be A Thug - 2Pac
• Secretz Of War - 2Pac
• Scared Straight - 2Pac
• Same Song - 2Pac
• Runnin' (dying To Live) (feat. Notorious B.i.g) - 2Pac
• Runnin On E Feat Outlawz - 2Pac
• Runin'(dying To Live) Produced By Eminem - 2Pac
• Real Bad Boys (Feat. The Assassin) - 2Pac
• Preapre The Way - 2Pac
• Playa Cardz Right (Male) - 2Pac
• Panther Power - 2Pac
• Pac's Theme (Interlude) - 2Pac
• Pac's Life Remix - 2Pac
• P.a. Thugz - 2Pac
• Only 4 The Righteous (With Yo yo) - 2Pac
• My Coundie - 2Pac
• Minnie The Moocher - 2Pac
• Me And My Homies - 2Pac
• Me Against The World - 2Pac
• Mbabula - 2Pac
• Fuck Murder Inc - 2Pac
• Lord Knows - 2Pac
• Live Freestyle 95 - 2Pac
• Life Is A Traffic Jam - 2Pac
• Let's Get It On - 2Pac
• Let Knowledge Drop - 2Pac
• Lady Liberty Needs Glasses - 2Pac
• In The Event Of My Demise - 2Pac
• In The Air Tonight - 2Pac
• Fuck Dre - 2Pac
• In Heaven (Unreleased) - 2Pac
• If There Be Pain - 2Pac
• If My Homie Calls - 2Pac
• Ice Cube, Ice t - 2Pac
• I'm Gettin Money - 2Pac
• I Get Around (Remix) - 2Pac
• I Can't Turn Back (Feat. Spice 1) - 2Pac
• How Long Will They Mourn Me (Extended Version) - 2Pac
• Hold On Be Strong - 2Pac
• High 'Til I Die - 2Pac
• Here We Go - 2Pac
• Hennessey (Feat. Obie Trice) - 2Pac
• Hennessey - 2Pac
• Good Life - 2Pac
• GOD - 2Pac
• Ghost - 2Pac
• Ghetto Gospel (Feat. Elton John) - 2Pac
• Family Tree - 2Pac
• Easy - 2Pac
• Drunk Freestyle - 2Pac
• Don't Stop - 2Pac
• Don't Go 2 Sleep - 2Pac
• Don't Get It Twisted - 2Pac
• Definition Of A Thug Nigga - 2Pac
• Deadly Combination - 2Pac
• Can U C The Pride In The Panther (Weibliche Version) - 2Pac
• Bonnie And Clyde - 2Pac
• Bomb First - 2Pac
• Dead Or Alive - 2Pac
• Check Out Time - 2Pac
• Changes (2003 Remix Feat. Fabolous) - 2Pac
• Changed Man[better Dayz] - 2Pac
• Cause I Had To - 2Pac
• Case Of The Misplaced Mic - 2Pac
• Carlifornia Love (Original Version) - 2Pac
• Can't Stop Crying - 2Pac
• Black Cotton (Feat. Eminem And Kastro And Young Noble Of The Outlawz) - 2Pac
• And I Still Love You - 2Pac
• All Bout U - 2Pac
• A Day In The Life - 2Pac
• 99 Bbk (Remix) - 2Pac
• (Poetry) When Ure Hero Falls - 2Pac
• Pray 4 Me - 2Pac

[Intro:Tupac Talking]
I wanted to bring back that reality, nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson and I'm the heavyweight champion, I'm a little nigga, thats why its so raw to just watch me battle lions, cause I'm a little skinny nigga battlin' niggas three times my size
Watch this uppercut, here it comes... watch the jab nigga...ugh...here it come, look out, watch my arms...
[Verse 1:2Pac]
Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a peice
Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just cant believe
I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee
I'm all over that nigga, come identify the body
My middle finger to you hoe niggas
Run up on me, and i'll be forced to let it go nigga
I aint the one you wanna try, why, stayin' high
I hit this blunt and watch these motherfuckers die
Whose runnin these streets I said that cocaine
Cause in the the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne
Another hustler makin' major cash
'til the punk police come an raid ya ass
Now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a bitch
Cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6
And we know that you can't hang, you a trick
Rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh
[Chorus (x1):2Pac]
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!
[Verse 2:2Pac]
They got a nigga in the dice game, I'm feelin' lucky
But the nigga just a little bigger, he tryin fuck me
Out my cash, imma blast nigga, he don't know
I gotta tell ya like the last nigga, gotta go
Don't need to roll for the truck, I get em' up
Left to right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha)
I'm known to walk the streets on any block
I love my niggas, but I aint puttin down my glock
The gun shots rang when I lose nigga, and ooh nigga
Imma show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha)
Lay it down just to prove it
And fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this
[Chorus (x1):2Pac]
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!
[Verse 3:Outlawz (EDI & Young Noble)]
They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants
This revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent (shh)
Roll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game
Molotov cocktails, release an up in flames
Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back
Lookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back
Wanna see my kids grow don't know if imma make it though
One more nigga came up short in the ghetto
Society lied to me so i'm strapped with the metal
Push ya middle finger up nigga if you a rebel
Have ya face down goin' in ya pockets if ya let em'
I done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em'
I done made so many mistakes but still I dont regret em'
I'm a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend
I'm a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons
We all lost souls tryina find our way to heaven
[Chorus (x1):2Pac]
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!
[Outro :Edi Talking]
To all the conrads no longer with us, see you when we get there
'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut
'Til we get up there with ya'll, YOU KNOW!..
Thug Life we still livin it
Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let's go!

(feat. 50 Cent)
[GUNSHOT]
Yo Redd Spyder (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready?
[gun cocking] Let me know, holla]
[2Pac - from the song 'Smile']
There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future
[50 Cent]
Yeah nigga! Ha ha
Let's go nigga, this is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald
Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (you PUSSY nigga!)
Tupac wear a bandana
You wan' wear a bandana
Tupac put a cross on his back
You wanna put crosses on yo' back
Nigga you ain't Tupac - THIS Tupac!
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings
I can make a million and STILL not get enough of spending
And since my life is based on sinnin, I'm hellbound
Rather be buried than be worried, livin held down
My game plan to be trained and, military
Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin in the cemetary
Caught, I've been lost since my adolescence, callin to Jesus
Ballin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us
Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes
Livin in jail, this is hell, enemies die
Wonder when we all pass is anybody listenin?
Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's bitchin
Please God can you understand me, bless my family
Guide us all, before we fall into insanity
I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike
Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tight.
[Chorus: 50 Cent + (2Pac)]
'Til Makaveli returns, it's +All Eyez On Me+
(What do we have here NOWWW?)
And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be
{oooooooooohhhh}
You shoulda listened, I told you not to fuck with me
(What do we have here NOWWW?)
Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see
[click clack, GUNSHOT]
[Verse Two: 50 Cent]
Now since you're cryin for mercy I promise
My success'll be the death of you
Lo and behold you sold your soul
Nigga there's nuttin left of you
Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you?
If you don't know who you are, how could your dreams come true?
Motherfucker, I sat back and watched
You pretended to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hot
But you're not (NOWWWW) - I see it so clear
You can't take the pressure, you pussy
I warned you not to push me
You see me and chills run up your spine
Hardly even in the same war, but your heart ain't like mine
Press, they look at me like I'm a menace
I was playin with guns
while your momma had your punk ass playin tennis
I'm a nightmare, you see me when you dream
Wake up, turn on your TV and see my ass again
You cowardly hearted, you couldn't make it on your own
Fuck THE SOURCE, I'm on cover of Rolling Stone
(YOU PUSSY!)
[Chorus]
G-G-G-G-Unit!
[Chorus]
[gunshot]

One love, one love, one thug
One nation, twenty-one gun salute
I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Twenty-one gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots
Disappeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops
This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me
Talkin bout he left the hospital took five like me
You living fantasies, nigga I reject your deposit
We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closet
Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out
Next time grown folks talk, nigga close your mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Done seen too many real players fall to let these bitch niggas beat me
Puffy lets be honest you a punk or you will see me with gloves
Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein a thug
You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want
But you and I know what's going on
Payback, I knew you bitch niggas from way back
Witness me strapped with Macs, knew I wouldn't play that
All you old rappers trying to advance
It's all over now, take it like a man
Niggas lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick
Tryin to player hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick
Let it be known this is how you made me
Lovin how I got you niggas crazy
Against all odds
Hopin my thug motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke, against all odds
Hopin my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
I heard he was light skinned, stocky with a Haitian accent
Jewelery, fast cars and he's known for flashing (What's his name???)
Listen while I take you back (NIGGA SAY HIS NAME!) and lace this rap
A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack
Knew he was workin for the feds, same crime, different trials
Nigga, picture what he said, and did I mention
Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchman, in due time
I know you bitch niggas is listenin, The World Is Mine
Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up
Heard the guns bust but you tricks never shut me up
Touch one of mine on everything I own
I'll destroy everything you touch, play the game nigga
All out warfare, eye for eye
Last words to a bitch nigga, 'WHY YOU LIE?!?'
Now you gotta watch your back, now watch your front
Here we come, gunshots too tight, now you stuck
Fuck the rap game, nigga this M-O-B
So believe me we enemies, I go against all odds
I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds
Puffy gettin robbed like a bitch, to hide the fact
he did some shit he shouldn't have did, so we ride em for that
And that nigga that was down for me, restin dead
Switch sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead
Probably be murdered for the shit that I said
I bring the real, be a legend, breathin the dead
Lord listen to me
God don't like ugly, It Was Written
Hey Nad, your whole damn style is bitten
You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers
All my run-ins with authorities, felonious capers
Now you wanna live my life, so what's the answer Nas?
Niggas that don't rhyme right, you've seen too many movies
Load em up against the wall, close his eyes
Since you lie you die, GOODBYE
Let the real live niggas hear the truth from me
What would you do if you was me nigga
Against all odds
I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
[repeat]
Against all odds
[Twenty-one gun salute]
One love to my true thug niggas (Outlaw! Outlaw! Outlaw!)
Twenty-one gun salute to my niggas that die in the line of duty
Representin to the fullest bein soldiers with military minds
that play the rules of the game, twenty-one gun salute
I salute you my niggas, stay strong
I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it's all for you
To all you bitch made niggas, I'm comin for you
Against all odds, I don't care who the fuck you is, nigga
You touch me I'm at you
I know you motherfuckers think that I forgot
Hell no I ain't forgot nigga
I just remember what you told me
You said don't go to war unless I got my money behind me
Aight, I got my money right here, now I want war

Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Niggaz just wanna know
if you still gon' be on some crooked-ass sheeeit
[2Pac]
Please tell me what's a nigga to do, and it's true
Ain't nuttin new, so I do, what I can to get through
Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed
A loaded AK-47 lay under my head so I don't trip
One motherfucker from the Underground
And Big Stretch buckin niggaz if they fuck around
Yo why I got beef with police?
Ain't that a bitch that motherfuckers got a beef with me
They make it hard for me to sleep
I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deep
I guess it's hard for you to see
But now I'm pointin the finger at police
instead of them motherfuckers blamin me
I got the right to bear a pistol
And when the punk motherfuckers get to trippin I got shit too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (hell yeah)
But until then, I gotta do what I do
and stay a crooked nigga too
[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
I've got to do, what I'm gon' do
I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say
I'm gon' live how I live - how else you want a nigga to live?
I'm gon' do, what I do
I'm gon' say, what I say
I'm gon' live how I live - how do you want a nigga to live?
[2Pac]
Y'know you really can't say that ya blame niggaz
Fuck bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers
2Pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the Constitution
I want my bucks for restitution
This time you got a bigger problem
Time to face the niggaz from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem
And we ain't shootin at each other
That's my motherfuckin brother, so Dave Duke, run for cover
And all the bitches from the Klan
Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and
I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!)
Genuine Draft, ganja ganja, and my fuckin tec-9
They know they scared to see us sober
Stop drinkin King Cobra, and niggaz'll take the world over
It's all up to you (up to you)
Blame the Korean, blame the jew, or be a crooked nigga too
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
Aiyyo! Why me? Play like Jasmine Guy and try me
I'll be damned if I die, come look at the rage in my eyes G
They got my homies in a jail cell
And it's the Rebel and the Devil, and one of us is goin to Hell
I got the whole place covered, with loc'd out brothers
And nuttin but love for each other
So motherfucker make a motion
I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean
Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga
but they hate it when we pop the cops
That's when they gettin petrol
You better watch your step or you'll be left on death row
But I learn to look ahead of me
Stay strapped watch your back keep your eyes on the enemy
We blowin up precincts and OOOH
You can't fuck with the crew, of crooked nigga too
[Chorus]
[Raphael Saadiq]
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
(I'm a crooked nigga too)
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
(I'm a crooked.. crooked nigga too)
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
Y'all gon' stop fuckin with me
[Chorus - repeat to fade]

(Intro)
Yeah nigga
Yo Pac (That's right)
Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah)
Niggaz just wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit
(2pac Verse 1)
Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true
Ain't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through
Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed
A loaded AK47 layin on my hips so don't trip
One motherfucker from the underground
And Big Stretch buckin' niggaz if they fuck around
Yo, why ya'll got beef with police?
Ain't that a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with me
They make it hard for me to sleep
I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep
I guess it's hard for you to see
But now I'm pointin the finger at police instead of motherfuckers blamin' me
I got the right to bear a pistol
And when them punk motherfuckers get to trippin' I got shit too
And maybe then you'll see the truth
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
(Chorus)
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!
You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too
(2pac Verse 2)
You know you really can't say that you blame niggaz
Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz
2pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the constitution
I want my bucks for restitution
This time you got a bigger problem
Time to face the niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem
And we ain't shootin' at eachother (fuck no), that's a motherfuckin' brother
So save two, run for cover
And other bitches from the clan
Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and
I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!)
Genuine draft ganja ganja and my fuckin' Tec-9
They know their scared to see us sober (awwwww)
Cobra - And niggaz will take the world over
It's all up to you (up to you) Blame the Korean (fuck that)
I'll be a crooked nigga too
(Chorus)
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!
You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too
(2pac Verse 3)
Pardon me, ??? has been God and try me
I'll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G
They got my homies in a jail cell
Now it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell
I got the whole place covered with loc'ed out brothers
And nothing but love for eachother
So motherfucker make a motion
I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean
Temperatures drop
See it's cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops
That's when they gettin' petrol
You better watch your step or you'll be left on deathrow
But I learned to look ahead of me
Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy
We blowin' up precincts and oooohhhh you can't fuck with the crew
A crooked nigga too
(Chorus)
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!
You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too

(feat. Live Squad, Treach, Apache)
(Yeah hehehahaha, we goin platinum nigga! Plaahahatinum.)
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this motherfucker
My nigga Apache up in this motherfucker
[Verse One: Tupac]
My Mossberg goes boom, gimme room, can I catch it
Talkin quick and then I vic just tryin to keep from gettin blasted
I had enough I put a hit upon them bastards
Boo-yaa! Turned a snitch into a casket
Now they after me, prowling for a niggaz bucks
Time to see, who's the G, with the bigger nuts
Buck buck, big up and livin reckless
Niggaz with a death wish step in with a Tec and I'll wet this
Yeah this shit is hyper
Two to one I'm writing representing and I'm striking like a viper
Huh, I got my mind made up, I got my nine
Ring the alarm, and strong arm must run
Some niggaz need to feel me with a passion
I'm old fashioned, run up on me nigga and get blasted
With five deadly venomz
(Yeah 'Pac, fuck that, still hittin em up with
that old deadly shit. Aiyyo Treach where you at?
Step up and hit they ass up with the wickedness.)
[Verse Two: Treach]
We come to hit you with a sock full of Brooklyn
to the Onyx of your nose, punk is funky like skunk blunts
Stunk like funk cunt
I come to take you on a war rough and rugged route
And if another doubts I blow your fuckin mother out
And that's the street scarred style
I shout I'm-de-MC-wit-de-nasty-mouf, and kick the bitch out
Sue me? I pay the lawyer for ya oh boy yeah
Plus my style's ten to twenty fuckin pounds more
I take you quicker than a picture of a punk ya pickin shit
pickin pockets with a razor stoppin Russian rockets
Not shoplift, I'm liftin shop
Once you sound hot, cause if you ain't a perfect ten
my sign is stop!
It's twenty mother-crooked-fuckin styles in em
Like women I did em I'm in for deadly ready venom
[Verse Three: Live Squad]
Yeah, as I take a puff I get rough, Big Mad
To put it on, can't none come tougher see
I'm down with the sound of the Squad hard, boom!
Breakin em down, I make em see their doom
Coming straight from the dome where I roam it's a job to
rob and steal and runnin from the coppers
Who hold a, boulder, turn the gun controller
Started from a punk now to be a high roller
Youngest, reckless, crazy, disaster
Mac-11 blaster, and I run faster
Than a lot of cops I can't be stopped till my head gets popped
A lot of fuckin bodies will drop
It's a disaster, I'm coming for the blood splatter
I make you scatter, leavin trails of brains and bladders
Blowin em out the frame with no shame
Game tight, drop a body then get out of sight
Count my loot after I shoot, leave my kicks up and it's
something I don't wanna do, somethin that I never did
I try to get him, I think I hit em, I lit him
He's out! A poison, a deadly venom
(Yeah Mad, fuck that! You know how we do.
KnowhatI'msayin? Squad in effect, YG'z in effect.
Now you know a nigga like me gotta represent)
[Verse Four: Live Squad]
Once again, back to rip shit, quick on the flip tip
The psycho, represent the real to take the mic flow
Deadly, rock a head G, check the melody
Niggaz can't touch me when I wreckin G you better flee
Cause I'm gifted with a jab and a forty-four Mag
So nigga flip or take a trip in a body bag
Uhh, boom you slipped up, now you're zipped up
Yeah one more statistic, fronted and got ripped up
No joke, you be yolk, no matter how it sound
We're taking over eight niggaz back to the stomping grounds
Line em up single file, dome runnin in em
A nigga hit em with the venom, the fourth deadly venom
(Nigga, yaknowhatI'msayin? Fuck that!
I told you, we takin over, yo 'Pac.)
[Verse Five: 2Pac]
Five deadly venomz verse five be the livest
Strugglin and strive, keep a nine in my waistline
Take mine, you better bury me, G
Punk ass niggaz don't even worry me, see
I got a glock that say 'Pac run the block
Fuck the cops cause my gauge gets me... PAID
As I sit and reminesce about the old days
Hugging on my AK, fuck getting played, hey
I say niggaz need to get they mind right
Until they do I pop a clip and grip my nine tight
Now it's on everday could be my last day
That's why I blast on they ass as I past let the glass spray
First you had a mouth full of fronts
Now you're mouth's full of chunks, Pac's out puffin blunts
Deadly venomz
(Hahaha, yeah pass that shit over here.
Apache bout to clean shit up.)
[Verse Six: Apache]
Throw up your middle finger! Start the track for the maniac
Only thing I'm givin out is black donuts and dirty backs
Let me tell how you rough I get
I pop shit behind your back get in your face and pop the same shit
You can't get in because my gate's bigger I'ma snake nigga
My act guards me so hard I pull the fuckin trigger
I'm a section to clinch your porch is like a pinch
Test a rhyme I'll knock your hairline back an inch
Fuckin up pooh-butts, cut em like cold cuts
Choke em with my boot lace, then leave em hangin like old nuts
Clip up and move out, time to get em
That's the results of fuckin with the fifth venom in denim
(Yeah, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Five motherfuckin deadly venomz, in effect for ninety-three
ninety-four ninety-five all that other shit.
We takin this motherfucker over this larger hit.
YaknowhatI'msayin? Follow us, come along. YaknowhatI'msayin?
We takin this motherfucker over. TRUST. We out.)

[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
Chorus
[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 gun.
[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 and me eternally the most wanted
Chorus
[Daz]
Ain't Nuttin But A Gangsta Party (Until Fade)

Death Row
That's where motherfuckers is endin up
Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness
I robbed my adversaries, but slipped and left a witness
Wonder if they'll catch me, or will this nigga snitch
Should I shoot his bitch, or make the nigga rich?
Don't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped
Hawkin while I'm walkin, and talkin behind my back
I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this shit to win it
Cause life's a Wheel of, Fortune here's my chance to spin it
Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me
Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me
Niggaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash
Whip out the nine, now I'ma dive and pump your ass
Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk
Snatched him like a bitch, and threw him in the trunk
The punk thought I was bluffin, but swear I'm nothin nice
Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics
I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane
I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain
New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen
Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend
It's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers
And fuck five-oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners
[Tupac sings]
Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go...
Where they find me? 16 on Death Row
Dear mama, these cops don't understand me
I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family
My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that
Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back
I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger
I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger
The brother in my cell, is 16 as well
It's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin Hell
I shouldn'ta let him catch me
Instead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy
And my cellmate's raped on the norm
And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin torn
They made me an animal
Can't sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals
And that's how it is in the pen
Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend
My mama prayed for me
Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?)
Cause when they come for me they find a struggler
To the death I take the breath from your jugular
The trick is to never lose hope
I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row
[Tupac sings]
Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go...
Where you find me? 16 on Death Row
Dear mama, they sentenced me to death
Today's my final day, I'm countin every breath
I'm bitter cause I'm dyin, so much I haven't seen
I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16
I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a shit
And they too quick to say goodbye to me
They tell me the preacher's there for me
He's a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared for me
He's only here to be sure
I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitin
on the poor, and how can these people judge me?
They ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me
I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan
to keep a nigga in the state pen
And to my homies out buryin motherfuckers
Steer clear of these Aryan motherfuckers
Cause once they got you locked up
They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot up
I'm convinced self-defense is the way
Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day
I wish I woulda known while I was out there
Now I'm straight headin for the chair
[Tupac sings]
Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where we live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go...
Where you find me? 16 on Death Row
16 on Death Row
It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries
16 on Death Row

From my mind 2 the depths of my soul
I yearn 2 achieve all of my goals
And all of my free time will be spent
On the 1's I miss I will lament
I am not a perfectionist
But still I seek perfection
I am not a great romantic
But yet I yearn 4 affection
Eternally my mind will produce
ways 2 put my talents 2 use
and when I´m done no matter where I've been
I'll yearn 2 do it all again.

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?
[Verse One:]
Tell me baby are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya
I can help ya if ya only, let me touch ya
If I'm wrong love tell me, cause I get caught up
and the life I live is Hell see, I never thought I'd see
the day when I would calm down, you ain't heard
I've been known to clown and Get Around, that's my word
See you walkin and you lookin good, yes indeed
Got a body like a sex fiend, you're killin me
witcha attitude to match right, don't be phony
cause I hate when you act like, you don't know me
I've be stressin in the spotlight, I want the fame
but the industry's a lot like, a crap game
Ain't no time for commitment, I gotta go
Can't be wit you every minute miss, another show
And even though I'm known for my one night stand
I wanna be an honest man, but temptations go...
'Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy' -- [Erick Sermon] (Redman's 'Watch Yo' Nugget')
[sample repeats until second verse]
Throw up the finger!
And all my homies go..
Throw them the finger!
Ya know what baby it's like
[singing]
I know you've been searchin for someone
To make you happy, and get the job done
You say you need it, a man with money
But I can't be there, and will you still care
[Verse Two:]
Will I cheat or will I be committed, heaven knows
Gettin weak and I wanna hit it, so here I go
in my ride and I'm all in, gettin high
I can hear the people callin, I'm 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
[Verse Three:]
A lot of people think it's easy, to settle down
Got a woman that'll please me, in every town
I don't wanna but I gotta do it, the temptation
got me ready to release the fluid, sensation
sit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand
Cause even Thugs get lonely, understand
Even the hardest of my homies need attention
Catch you blowin up the telephone, reminiscin
I wanna take you to the movies, and the park
Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the dark
Now that it's 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 and depressed you 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!

[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)

(feat. Live Squad)
(Eat a dick up)
'Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...
still don't nothin move but the money' -- [Rakim]
[Verse One: Live Squad]
Strugglin, jugglin, got it to the black man
Eatin the scams like I was motherfuckin Pac Man
Cops step off, you know the flavor
They fear the ruffneck niggaz with the lunatic behavior
And now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet
Stabbin for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin streets
It's like a madness, fuck making gravy
I rhyme and do crimes, cuz either way pays me
A little rough with a hardcore... theme
Couldn't rough something rougher in your... dreams
Mad rugged so you know we're gonna... rip
With that roughneck nigga named 2Pacalypse
Representing YG'z yo
Flip Stretch Homicide and my nigga Gambino
Seek and Po can't forget Money Bags
Stickin up spots and jumpin in Jags
Gotta get ahead and always stay bumblin
And always keep a hand on the gat
Cuz a niggaz straight strugglin
[Verse Two: Live Squad]
I used to be on tour, but now I'm sick of strugglin
I thought about bumpin, but mother-fuck jugglin
I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker
But I'd rather use my gun cause I get the money quicker, so bust it
Look as I cut the records hard to eject
A quick clip threw my body down uhh! it's another hit
I got energy to blast now you want the task here
Cuz of the light a motherfucker shot that ass up
But rugged and rough is how I'm steppin
Mac is the weapon, and it's always kept in
Eye on the Mac cause the dogg got it goin on
If you come up steppin you'll be lit like a hick
So you better chill, cause I got too much money to get
A street thug in the motherfuckin house, I'm strugglin
Get drunk but I don't think
I'm just in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch
When I yank up my gun, don't run don't bitch
Cause ya know if you do, you'll be layin in a ditch
You'll get your stupid ass blown out the frame
Cause I'm playing to win, and survive in the game
I'm strugglin
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang
Ain't nothin changed set it off I let the brains hang
Guess who's back, to put niggaz on they back
Till I call back, niggaz runnin free better fall back
I'm fifty niggaz deep beat sleep
with a Mossberg wrapped in my seats
three deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young Gunz
Strugglin and strivin, that's how the dough come
Now get gunned by the one with the gun for the low goal
Throw a bolo so low when I flow yo
Much too high to read the signs, I'm blind
Clickin on the nine, out to get mine
I go big up, big up, gotta make the room, boom
Blowin motherfuckers to the moon
Niggaz need to feel me a real G, home from the bumblin
See me on the block, strugglin
And rollin with the roughnecks nuff checks cashed
I get in niggaz ass, blast
Straight strugglin

[Layzie Bone - reciting 'Power of a Smile' poem]
The power of a gun can kill, and the power of fire can burn
The power of wind can chill, and the power of mind can learn
The power of anger, can raise inside until it tears you apart
But the power of a smile, especially yours, can heal a frozen heart
[Krayzie Bone over poem]
And tomorrow, we'll wake up with the promise of a smile, smile
Yes, maybe tomorrow, we'll wake up with the promise, of a smile
[Wish Bone]
Rest in peace..
Tupac, Bone Thugs
In His Own Words
Let's go
[Wish Bone]
And tomorrow, morrow, morrow, and tomorrow, morrow
And tomorrow, morrow, and tomorrow we
[Hook - Krayzie Bone (Wish Bone)]
I see the light... (and tomorrow, morrow, morrow)
I can see the light... (and tomorrow, tomorrow)
I see the light... (and tomorrow we)
See the light that shines... (and tomorrow we)
[Krayzie Bone]
Well, we still looking for better days
Hoping tomorrow can bring us some bigger and better things
So we can escape this maze, and they give us our change in every way
And maybe tomorrow, can bring us the truth
and there'll be no more use, for the pain and sorrow
Let's put it to use and then maybe the youth, can come and follow
And we can leave all our problems in the bottle, tomorrow
Maybe god'll wipe our eyes and we'll never have to cry no more
Or even better, have to die no more
Politicians can't tell us lies no more, he decides no more
Maybe tomorrow, it can be our daylight
Just might be our sunshine, sunshine..
Yesterday is filled with so much misery and drama
And today it don't seem like I'm getting any further
Praying tomorrow we can somehow come out of the struggle
And need no more hustle, no stumblin cause we all one muscle..
Still looking for a better day, day, and a better way, way, way..
So let's hope tomorrow... can lead us to the place we tryin to be..
In heavenly harmony, in heavenly harmony!
[Hook - 2X]
[Wish Bone]
Where there's a will there's a way, don't let it stand in your way
Look 'em straight in they face, let 'em know you ain't playing no games
We searching for better days, wanna live them better ways
What I promise, heart is all you need to rock
Be honest, succeed, just look at me!
If I can do it, you can do it, we can do it, just believe, believe, believe!
When I lay down, I think about some of the wrong things I done
So I pray now, for God to erase some of that wrong
Wipe my soul clean, to be wanted, when he calls me, when he calls me!
So I can't sleep, cause I'm worried, I done did things, lord forgive me!
It's a damn shame, the things we do to get it our way!
Snitch on thugs, just to get it, your pay!
Nowadays I act right, in the past we used to fight
Where the loyalty at? Where them real street thugs? Where the thug life?
Where there's a will there's a way!
[Hook - 2X]
[Layzie Bone]
So as the hours pass by, in the event of my demise
Tell my momma not to cry, these are the words of the wise
Look at liberty needing glasses now that the promise been broken
For the better, keep on hopin, powerful words that's spoken
What I'm quotin is a G, acquired his knowledge from the streets
Makaveli, Tupac Shakur, was the rose that grew from concrete
America's most complete artist, regardless, one of the hardest
On a mission to make it better, with the soul of Malcom and Martin
Mixed with a little Garvin, today he got us callin
Our brighter star is fallen, but now before he was ballin
Out of control, quick to let a nigga know what he stood for, be a friend or foe
And I bring the truth in the booth cause ain't nobody gon help me
This is life, it's a gamble, and I'ma scramble till my pockets wealthy
Fuck what they tell me, I'm all about my biz
Bitch, street biz or showbiz, I'ma make y'all know this
And I'ma say this to every man, woman and child
Don't you ever be afraid to smile, smile for me now
And I'ma say this to every man, woman and child
Don't you ever be afraid to smile... the power of a smile!
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone! Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone!
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone! Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone!
[Layzie Bone over hook - 2X]
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone, Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone
[Hook - 2X]

I wanna dedicate this one to Robert "yummy" Sanderford
and all tha other little young niggas
that's in tha rush to be gangstas...
As a Young Nigga
[???]
give anythang
to be that innocent again
when I was ten
I didn't bang
but I was hangin with tha homies
till them niggas started slangin'
now they don't know me
I got my hustle on
learned to ignore
what coulda fade me lately i been tryin to make a million
can you blame me with that jelousy they wanna diss me
don't sweat me
if tha cowards really want me
come get me
and even I
someday will die
but i'm cautious up in my ride
put down the top
now we flossen
hit the freeway
let the wind blow
drop the window
workin with a 20 sack a indo
feelin' good
stop through the hood
grab tha young thugs
and I can't help but reminice back when we slung drugs
it was bad
but all we had was our hopes and dreams
couldn't see, unless we learned to slang dope to fiends
Chorus
your the kind of G like everyone knows He's always G'ed up, from head
to
toe [My memories as a young nigga] always got it flown like Al Capone
He's
the kind of G out there, I know back in Jr. High when we was barely
getting
by when daddy died that's when my momma started getten high my
neighborhood
was full of drive-bys couldn't survive all my homies livin short lives
I
couldn't cry told my momma if I did die just put a blunt in my casket
let
me get my dead homies high then follow me throughout my history it's
just
me against the world stuck in misory as a young nigga my only thing is
to
get paid life full of riches avoid snitches cause they shadey back in
the
day we always had the time to play but after they taught them
gangbangers
how to spray not just LA but in the Bay and Chicago and even St. Louis
every stadium that I go when will they change? stuck in the game like
a
dumb nigga remember how it was... to be a young nigga
Chorus
your the kind of G like everyone knows He's always G'ed up, from head
to
toe [My memories as a young nigga] always got it flown like Al Capone
He's
the kind of G out there, I know
bridge
I'm tellen you, if your young, have your brains and have every limb
and all
that.....ya'll niggas don't know how good you really do got it.
Motherfuckers need to just calm down and peep what they wanna do for
tha
rest. before you end your life, before you begin your life ya dumb
nigga
Now that i'm grown I got my mind on being something don't wanna be
another
statistic out there doin nothin tryin to maintain in this dirty game
keep
it real and I will even if it kills me my young niggas brake away from
these dumb niggas put down the guns and have some fun nigga tha rest
will
come figure fame is a fast thang they're gangbangin puttin niggas in a
casket murdered for hangin at tha wrong place at the wrong time no
longer
livin cause he trew up tha wrong sign and everyday I watch tha murder
rate
increase and even worse tha eppidemics and diseases what is the
future? the
projects lookin hopless there, more and more brothas givin up a don't
care
sometimes I hate when brothers act up I hit tha weed and I procced to
blow
the track up for young niggas
Chorus
your the kind of G like everyone knows He's always G'ed up, from head
to
toe [My memories as a young nigga] always got it flown like Al Capone
He's
the kind of G out there, I know [repeat chorus overtop of lyrics
below]
this goes out to the young thugs have nots the little bad
motherfuckers
from tha block those niggas that's 13 and 14 and drivin' cadilacs and
benzs
and shit young motherfucken hustlers stay strong nigga you could be a
fucken accountant not a dope dealer, ya know what i'm sayin? fuck
around
and be pimpin put here you could be a lawyer niggas gotta get they
priorities straight young niggas, little rah rah, especially my little
cousin...

f/ Outlawz
Uhh.. world wide mob figgaz..
World wide mob figgaz.. we world wide mob figgaz
World wide mob figgaz.. (check game you little young punk)
We world wide mob figgaz.. (all you niggaz is jealous cats)
[Verse One: E.D.I. Amin]
What, what? Uhh, put them 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 motherfucker try to stop it gon' see nine nines
(??) that's all I see when I open up
Baby girl, fuckin 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 the rider type of whore, by the shore, I could (?) trick on her
But I'm collectin these vicks when I put the dick on her
O.U.T., L.A.W.Z.
You fuckin with a nigga livin destructively, pump and pee
Tuckin T's up in the house when I jump on
I'm tryin to handle my business full grown
This shit is on, it's gettin crazy after dark
Where the real thug niggaz here you are
We world wide mob figgaz
[Chorus - Young Noble: repeat 2X]
We got homies on the front line livin it up
We got ladies in the back straight givin it up
It ain't nothin but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang..
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang..
[Verse Two: Napoleon]
Nigga duck down bust first, make 'em feel somethin
Shouldn't shot your gun if you ain't kill nuttin
Now you gotta face the death man got flow heavily armed
Outlawz did that, heavily gone
Took a ride with the left of us, best of us
Plus we wake up with our tec on us
We test yo' nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the street
Obey the rules of the ones who want yo' beef I'll eat
Y'all niggaz weak, in a motherfuckin way it's so pitiful
I'll leave you motherfuckers critical
We heard the slick shit you said on fuckin Too $hort tape
But you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave
That's what you brave niggaz get for fuckin with this
You had your chance to mob first you didn't you missed
Just switched to fake
Napolean be the motherfuckin last nigga with the gat to break
The last to fade, earthquake aftershock, is what you got
Fuckin with niggaz that give a damn about hip-hop
This how it go in our family
Cause this Outlaw shit is what we stand for gradually
We world wide mob figgaz
[Chorus]
[2Pac over Chorus]
World wide motherfuckin mob figgaz
Weed smokin, gun-totin, drinkin
Ridin on our motherfuckin enemies
Y'all know how we do it
[Verse Three: 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 the for starters, flee the whole cartridge
Your lady blew out the squad and the whole sausage
(??), hittin donuts in a 6
Sip Coronas when we bendin the corner, brothers hit
Urban legend, dirty third still reppin
Still double-S to bumrush your session
I get it dirty and burn ya 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]

Why must you be unfaithful?
For women.....
Men, you shouldn't listen to your selfish heart
It doesn't really have a brain
besides keepin you alive, its existence is in vain
and how could I be so mean, and say your heart has no place?
because mortal men fall in love again
as fast as they change their fate
I may be cruel, but think awhile about the hearts that you have broken, and match that with the empty vows and broken promises that you have spoken.
Now I'm not saying females are perfect
cuz we all know its not true
but why must you be unfaithful
if her heart is true to you??

(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

[Featuring Marvelouz, Storm]
(Tupac)
Now of course I want peace on the streets
but realisticly
painting perfect pictures ain't never work
my mysery was so deep
couldn't sleep through all my preasures
my quest for cash
I learned fast
you survive voilent measures
memorys of adalicent years
their was unity
but after puperty we roll over
to our community
so many bodies dropping
its got to stop
I want to help
but still I'm stepping
keeping my weapon
must protect myself
promise of a better tomorrow
ain't never reaching
plus my teachers were to petrfied in class to teach me
sipping thunderbird
and grape kool-aid
calling Earl since my stomach was empty
it suduced me to fuck the world
watch my lil homiez
lose there child hood to guns
nobody cries no more
cause we all die for fun
so why you ask me if I want peace
if you can't grant it
niggas fighting across the whole planet
so we can never be peace
(Chorus)
We'll never be peace, or all we all just headed for doom, still
casumed
by the peace, and i'll know there never be peace, thats why I keep my
pistol when i walk the streets cause there never be peace
(Marvelouz)
No time to rest
they stressed out
I can't remember the days my homie was here
now a days we live in fear
the stuggle is still here
so now who's grabbing there strap
who's getting bucked wild
representing the generation of killers
when I was a child had many dreams
reality kept me and my homiez stressing
tyring to raise my baby girl to be the strongest
know when I'm doing wrongest
I never had a bright day
just drunkless smoking blunts
getting faded
wishing my partna made it
if it was peace
or ???????????
I know there will never be
all my tears were shed
when I lost my homie number three
it's getting harder to see
impossibilty should we just face it
can't get through the pain
but still I can't erase it
so many trials and tribulations
things we facing
wicked days
can't see no brighter days
it's time to chase it
cross dreams
cause the scene is when you never get by
thats why I got to stay high
you'll never know when you'll die
my heart will never leave the ghetto
I know to rise only in peace
thats why I say
there ain't never going to be no peace
(Chorus)
(Storm)
Living life lonely
but I can't even cry
cause visions of diseption
all around me
got my eyes full of despise
who can I trust
why even try
they say the world is mine
but I know that's a lie
living to die
set up from birth
steady dreaming
wishing for better days
but all I see is demons
close my eyes
reminisence of my childhood
all I felt was pain from my arrival
no memories of nothing nice
nothing but blinded reminders of my future life
I'm freaking out
I'm getting closer to that other level
will I be strong with game
or just the heartless devil
I hope I'm able to find peace in me
cause theres a storm sixty four inches deep in me
and I try to do the right thing
but it's the wrong thing
that seems to bring me right back
to this dirty game
there never be peace
fuck peace
(Chorus) x3
(Tupac)
shit fuck peace, on the strength to my niggas get a peace, we can't
have
peace, how the fuck we gonna live happy when we ain't got none, tear
drops and closed caskets, these mothafuckas are smiling but don't mean
much, why cause I got to be a thug, see drugs gonna turn this
mothafuckn
head out, all us niggas acting up, wild ass mothafuckn adalicent,
these
niggas ain't got a childhood no more, how the fuck can you have a
childhood when your at the funeral every fuckn weekend, you
mothafuckas
are talking about peace, niggas it ain't no mothafuckn peace, you
ain't
seen the news mothafucka, you ain't heard, little babies getting
smoked,
mothafuckas killing their whole family, little kids getting thrown off
buildings, mothafuckas getting abused, peace, niggas you out your
mothafuckn mind, fuck peace, we can't never have peace until you
mothafuckas clean up this mess you made, Deathrow, until you clean up
the fuckn dirt you dropped, till we get a peace, fuck peace, westside,
Deathrow, Outlaw Immortals, Thug Life baby, you know we do this shit,
that was Storm, Marvelouz, and Pac
(Chorus)

(Ol' switcheroo-ass, bitch made motherfuckers..)
Outlaw nigga, Westside, throw it up
Hahaha.. had love for 'em, but why you turnin on me?
Why me? Westside, how you do it boy?
[2Pac]
I went from, nothin to somethin now they all wanna see me fall
And the player haters hate to see a thug nigga ball
And they say we hate the East coast, but that's funny
Got a lot of love for, any niggaz gettin money
I made a song about my enemies and niggaz tripped
It was hip-hop until Tupac fucked Biggie bitch
Y'all niggaz hypocrites and bitch made
Now either love me or hate me but real thug niggaz get paid
Have me catchin cases all across the nation
I went to jail to bail to barely on probation
They got a player facin three strikes, and we might
just blast God bless the child that can get cash
But all these niggaz turnin and never learn
Got a long line of niggaz player hatin me but gettin burned
Talk a lot of shit but youse a trick in drag
Like the Mack make you fall back and stick yo' ass for back pay
[Chorus: singers + 2Pac]
Why you wanna turn on me?
Never thought you would backstab me (Why y'all turnin on me?)
When you niggaz see me you flee (Why me?)
Cause I'm a T-H with the U-G.. (Why me?)
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 with the U-G
[add to line seven of Chorus first time: 'Yeah nigga!']
[2Pac]
It, started so innocent, but ended in the fifth precinct
Approach the juvenile delinquent, we still decent
Playin catch and kiss, used to diss the herbs
Fuck school we was skippin drink a fifth on the curb
Me and you, no closer two, while drinkin 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, did you think I'd die?
I never got a single visit yet I carry on
All my old friends too busy now my money gone
Said I got raped in jail, picture that? {*laughter*}
Revenge is a payback bitch, get your gat
Fuck {Wendy Williams} and I pray you choke
on the next dick down your throat, for turnin on me
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
I put Jenny Craig on your fat ass, you fat troll
Anybody ever seen {Wendy Williams} fat ass?
Why you always wearin Spandex you fat bitch?
I know your pussy stinks, you fat hoe
I'm puttin Jenny Craig on you bitch
I'm about to put a twenty-thousand dollar, hit
through Jenny Craig to come find yo' ass
and put you in a fat farm, you fat bitch!
Thug Life, Outlaw, Westside bitch
It's Tupac so you know who said it
And for everybody who didn't like what I said about that other trick
and Mobb Deep, fuck you too nigga!
If a nigga didn't want to get talked about
he shouldn'ta stepped in the fuckin ring
If Tyson don't want to get knocked out
he don't step in the fuckin ring, that's how the shit go
When Tyson get in the ring, he knock motherfuckers out!
Well that's what Tupac gon' do
When niggaz come against me, I'ma knock they punk ass out!
One way or the motherfuckin other
This old motherfuckin nigga in the South told me nigga
It's more than one way to skin a cat
It's more than one way to shoot a gat
It's more than one way to die nigga
When I'm through, everybody cry nigga
This is how we do it
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
Fuck you too nigga!

[Chorus: 2Pac]
You wonda why they call U bitch
You wonda why they call U bitch.
You wonda why they call U bitch
You wonda why they call U bitch.
You wonda why they call U bitch
You wonda why they call U bitch.
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Look here Miss Thang
hate to salt your game
but yous a money hungry woman
and you need to change.
In tha locker room
all the homies do is laugh.
High five's cuz anotha nigga
played your ass.
It was said you were sleeezy
even easy
sleepin around for what
you need
See it's your thang
and you can shake it how you wanna.
Give it up free
or make your money on the corner.
But don't be bad and play the game
get mad and change.
Then you wonda why these muthafuckas
call you names.
Still lookin' for a way out
and that's OK
I can see you wanna stray
there's a way out.
Keep your mind on your money,
enroll in school.
And as the years pass by
you can show them fools.
But you ain't tryin' to hear me
cuz your stuck,
you're headin' for the bathroom
'bout to get tossed up.
Still lookin' for a rich man
you dug a ditch,
got your legs up
tryin' to get rich.
I love you like a sista
but you need to switch
and that's why they called
U bitch, I betcha.
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
You leave your kids with your mama
cuz your headin' for the club
in a skin tight miniskirt
lookin' for some love.
Got them legs wide open
while you're sittin' at the bar
Talkin' to some nigga
'bout his car.
I guess he said he
had a Lexxxus, what's next?
You headin' to his car for some sex
I pass by
can't hold back tears inside
cuz, lord knows
for years I tried.
And all the other people
on my block hate your guts
Then you wonda why they stare
and call you slut.
It's like your mind don't understand
you don't have to kill your
dreams ploten'
schemes on a man
Keep your head up, legs closed, eyes open
either a nigga wear a rubber or he die smokin'
I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch
and niggas wouldn't call you bitch, I betcha.
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
I guess times gettin' hard
even harder for you
cuz, hey now, got a baby
on the way now
More money from the county
and thanks to the welfare
you're about to
get your hair done.
Got a dinner date
can't be late
trick or treat, sweet thang
got anotha trick to meet.
The way he did it
it was smooth
plottin' while he gamin' you
So baby, peep tha rules.
I shoulda seen it in the first case
the worst case
I shoulda never called you back
in the first place.
I remember back in high school
baby you was fast
straight sex
and barely move your ass.
But now things change
cuz you don't look the same
let the ghetto get the best of you
baby, that's a shame
Caught HIV and now you 'bout to be deceased
and finally be in peace.
So where your niggas at now
cuz everybody left
they stepped
and left you on your own
See I loved you like a sista
but you died to quick
And that's why we called U bitch, I betcha.
[Chorus]
[Outro: 2Pac]
Dear Ms. Deloris Tucker
keep stressen me
fuckin' with a muthafucken mind
I figured you wanted to know
you know
why we call them hos bitches
and maybe this might help you understand
it ain't personal
strictly business baby
strictly business
So If you wonder why we call U bitch
You wonder why we call U bitch
If you wonder why we call U bitch
You wonder why we call U bitch

I wanna dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford
and all other lil' young niggaz that's in a rush to be gangstas
As a young nigga, I'm almost ?swellin? in the wind
Give anythang, to be that innocent again, when I was ten
I didn't bang but I was hangin with the homies
tell them niggaz started slangin that they don't know me
I got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn't pay me
Lately I've been tryin to make a bill-ion, can you play me
with that jealousy they need to miss me, don't sweat me
If them cowards really want me, come get me, and even I
someday will die but I'm cautious, I'm fin' to ride
Put down the top, now we flossin
Hit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window
Workin with a twenty sack of indo, feelin good
Stop through the hood, grab the young thugs
And I can't help but reminisce back when we slung drugs, know it's bad
but all we had was our hopes and dreams
Couldn't see unless we learned to slang dope to fiends
as young niggaz
He's the kind of G like everybody knows
As a young nigga
He's always G'd up, from head to toe
My memories as a young nigga
Always got it blown like Al Capone
Young nigga
He's the downest G I've ever known
Back in Junior High, when we was barely gettin by, when daddy died
That's when my momma started gettin high
My neighborhood was full of drivebys, couldn't survive
All our homies livin short lives, I couldn't cry
Told my momma if I did die, just put a blunt in my casket
let me get my dead homies high
Come follow me throughout my history, it's just
_Me Against the World_ stuck in misery; as a young nigga
My only thing was to be paid
Life full of riches avoid snitched cause they shady, back in the days
We always found the time to play,
but that's before they taught them gangbangers how to spray
Not just L.A., but in the Bay and in Chicago and even St. Louis
Every stadium that I go, when will they change?
Stuck in the game like a dumb nigga
Remember how it was, to be a young nigga
He's the kind of G like everybody knows
As a young nigga
He's always G'd up, from head to toe
My memories as a young nigga
Always got it blown like Al Capone
Young nigga
He's the downest G I've ever known
I'm tellin you..
.. to be young, have your brains and have every ? and all that
Yo, y'all niggaz don't know how good you really do got it
Muh'fuckers need to just calm down
and peep what the fuck they wanna do for the rest of the life
'Fore you end your life before you BEGIN your life
You dumb nigga
Now that I'm grown, I got my mind on bein somethin
Don't wanna be another statistic, out here doin nuttin
Tryin to maintain in this dirty game, keep it real
and I will even if it kills me, my young niggaz
break away from these dumb niggaz
Put down the guns and have some fun nigga, the rest'll come nigga
Fame is a fast thang, that gangbangin
puttin niggaz in a casket, murdered for hangin
at the wrong place at the wrong time, no longer livin
Cause he threw up the wrong sign, and every day
I watch the murder rate increases, and even worse
the epidemic and diseases, what is the future?
The projects lookin hopeless, where
more and more borhters givin up and don't care
Sometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed
and I proceed to blow the track up, for young niggaz
He's the kind of G like everybody knows
For these young niggaz
He's always G'd up, from head to toe
My memories as a young nigga
He always got it blown like Al Capone
Take it slow nigga, it's for the young niggaz
He's the downest G I've ever known
As a young nigga
He's the kind of G like everybody knows
He's always G'd up, from head to toe
Memories as a young nigga
He always got it blown like Al Capone
He's the downest G I've ever known
['Pac talking overlaps singing last four lines]
This go out to the young thugs, the have-nots (you know)
Little bad motherfuckers from the block (that's right)
Them niggaz that's thirteen and fourteen
Drivin Cadillacs, Benzes and shit (I see you boy)
Young motherfuckin hustlers (make that money boy)
Stay strong nigga
You could be a fuckin accountant, not a dope dealer
youknowhatI'msayin? (Go to school nigga, go to school)
Fuck around and, you pimpin out here
You could be a lawyer (really doe)
Niggaz gotta get they priorities straight
(Don't see Johnny Cochran out in this motherfucker)
Really doe.. young niggaz.. little RahRah
(sup nigga) Especially my little cousins don't be no dumb guy
(Don't be a dumb nigga, listen, young niggaz)
[singers freestyle and skat to the end of the song]

Killing us one by one
In one way or another
American will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is
the troubles in the black youth of the ghettos
And one by one
we are being wiped off the face of this earth
At an extremely alarming rate
And even more alarming is the fact
that we are not fighting back
Brothers, sistas, niggas
When I say niggas it is not the nigga we are grown to fear
It is not the nigga we say as if it has no meaning
But to me
It means Never Ignorant Getting Goals Acomplishes, nigga
Niggas what are we going to do
Walk blind into a line or fight
Fight and die if we must like niggas
This is for the masses the lower classes
The ones you left out, jobs were givin', better livin'
But we were kept out
Made to feel inferior, but we're the superior
Break the chains in out brains that made us fear yah
Pledge a legiance to a flag that neglects us
Honour a man that who refuses to respect us
Emmancipation, proclamation, Please!
Nigga just said that to save the nation
These are lies that we all accepted
Say no to drugs but the governments' keep it
Running through our community, killing the unity
The war on drugs is a war on you and me
And yet they say this is the Home of The Free
But if you ask me its all about hyprocracy
The constitution, Yo, it don't apply to me
Lady Liberty still the bitch lied to me
Steady strong nobody's gonna like what I pumpin'
But its wrong to keeping someone from learning something
So get up, its time to start nation building
I'm fed up, we gotta start teaching childern
That they can be all that they wanna to be
There's much more to life than just poverty
This is defaintly ahhh words of wisdom
AMERIKA, AMERIKA, AMERIKKKA
I charge you with the crime of rape, murder, and assault
For suppressing and punishing my people
I charge you with robery for robbing me of my history
I charge you with false imprisonment for keeping me
Trapped in the projects
And the jury finds you guilty on all accounts
And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes
Prosecutor do you have any more evidience
Words of Wisdom
They shine upon the strength of an nation
Conquer the enemy on with education
Protect thy self, reach with what you wanna do
Know thy self, teach what we been through
On with the knowledge of the place, then
No one will ever oppress this race again
No Malcolm X in my history text
Why is that?
Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks
Why is Martin Luther King in my book each week?
He told blacks, if they get smacked, turn the other cheek
I don't get it, so many questions went through my mind
I get sweated, They act as if asking questions is a crime
But forget it, one day I'm gonna prove them wrong
Now every brother had to smother on the welfare line
The american dream, though it seems it attainable
They're pulling your sleave, don't believe
Cause it will strangle yah
Pulling the life of your brain, I can't explain
Beg as you can obtain from which you came
Swear that your mother is living in equality
Forgeting your brother that's living her apology
Thought they had us beat when they took our kids
But the battle ain't over till the black man sings
Words of Wisdom
But the battle ain't over till the black man sings
Words of Wisdom
NIGHTMARE thats what I am
America's nightmare
I am what you made me
The hate and evil that you gave me
I shine of a reminder of what you have done to my people
for Four hundred plus years
You should be scared
You should be running
You should be trying to silence me
ha ha
But you can not escape fate
Well it is my turn to come
Just as you rose you shall fall
By my hands
Amerika, You reap what you sow
2pacalypse America's Nightmare
Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob America's Nightmare
Above the Law America's Nightmare
Paris America's Nightmare
Public Enemy America's Nightmare
Krs-One America's Nightmare
Mutulu Shakur America's Nightmare
Geronimo Pratt America's Nightmare
Assada Shakur America's Nightmare

featuring Yaki Kadafi
(2pac talking)
Heavenly Father
heal a nigga down here
who do u believe in who do u believe in
2pac
I see mothers in black crying
Brothers in packs dying
Plus everybodies high
Too doped up to ask whyW
atching our on downfall
Witness the end, It's like we don't believe in Go
dCuz we living in sin
I asked my homie on the block
Why he strapped he laughed
pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blasted
It's just another murder
Nobody mourns no more
My tear drops getting bigger
but can't figure what I'm crying for
Is it the miniature caskets, little babies
Victims of a stray from drug dealers gone crazy
Maybe its just the drugs
Visions of how the block was
Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us
Perhaps the underlying fact saty high
Explain genocide
Its when we ride on our own kind
What is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror
We can't escape fateThe end is getting nearer
[Chorus](Repeat 2x)[Tupac]
Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in god, blessed but still breathing
And even though it's hard
Thats who I believe in, before I'm leaving
The mask and the grieving
Who do you believe in?
[Tupac]
Can't close my eyez cuz all I see is terror
I hate the man in the mirror
Cuz his perfection makes the pain turn realer
Times of armageddon, murder in mass amounts
In this society where only getting the cash counts
I started out as a beginner
Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner
I make my money and vacate, evade prison
Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven
And all the hennesey and weed can't hide
The pain I feel inside
You know its like I'm living just to die
I fall on my knees and beg for mercy
Not knowing if I'm worthy
Living life thinking no man can hurt me
So I'm asking before I lay me down to sleep
Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me
My misery, I rose up from the slums
Made it out the flamesIn my search for fame will I change?
And I'm asking
[Chorus]
[Khadafi]
Faith in Allah, believe in me and its plastic
Cuz so far I done witnessed to many dead niggaz in caskets
With they chest plates stretched like elastic
And whats worse I'm on front line
Holding down, camps still mashing
Heard my cousin one of the old heads from the block
Just came home October of 95
Back in Yardsville, stuck with a three to five
if he don't act up, now he realize
If you don't stay wise, then in this game you fucked
Talk to my baby girl
Give me the word on what she heard
One of the grimmies is snitching
Deamond a stool pigeon
I taked to him, he said he didn't
My man said he did, in fact he sure
cuz he just came home off bail

Where there is a will
there is a way
2 search and discover
a better day
Where a positive heart
is all u need
2 Rise Beyond
and succeed
where young minds grow
and respect each other
based on their Deeds
and not their color
When times R dim
say as I say
"where there is a will
There is a way!"..

When your heart turns cold
it causes your soul 2 freeze
It spreads throughout your spirit
like a ruthless feeling disease
The walls that once were down
now stand firm and tall
Safe from hate/love, pain/joy
until u feel nothing at all
When ure heart turns cold
a baby's cry means nothing
A dead corpse is trivial
Mothers neglecting children is daily
Loneliness becomes your routine friend
Death seems like tranquility
Sleeping is never pleasant
if u even sleep at all
u forget ideals and turn off the reason
2 make sure the products get sold
You don't understand how I behave
Just wait till your heart turns Cold!

(feat. Outlawz)
[Outlaw Immortalz]
Bow down to somethin greater than yourself trick
Individuals capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swolls
They know
You watchin but you ain't seein what lies before you, beatch
Picture if you will seven deadly human beings
blessed with the gift of speech, the power to reach
each nigga on every street
May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud
of what transpired since the day the seed was planted
The G grew but we knew he'd rise up quick
Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into shit
Just me and my dogs livin like hogs
Outlaw Immortalz
What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue
What lies between is the fiction
Don't fuck around and make it true
[Tupac]
Hahahahahaha
My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe
I pull revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me
Plus my alias is Makaveli
A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a nigga belly
Bust him to see if he bleed, he shoulda never fucked around
with a sick-ass nigga like me
They call my name out and niggaz run, best be prepared
for the Outlawz, here we come
[Hussein Fatal]
They call me Hussein Fatal, it's a two game table
I'm robbin ya niggaz cradle wit a knife in your navel
Rap-related criminally activated and evil
I wouldn't wanna be you behind my fuckin Desert Eagle
Till the end, I'm tellin all friends and enemies
You see what I got to make you freeze, to touch me you need ten of these
Complete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast
Young Gunz fire and niggaz bleed, I see Mo
[Kastro]
I be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols
The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials
Sew up all the potential, million, billion dollar baller potential
Sort it, oughta call on a nigga I'll be sure to get you
Take cash bro, fast yo, for my Kastro
Blast and I'ma last yo past all these Glass Joes
and assholes who claim, like they be runnin thangs
I be gunnin those same niggaz runnin late, to their fate
[Napoleon]
My alias is motherfuckin Na-poleon, and I'd rather be
robbin again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin
But the shit ain't nothin, and I got no time for no bluffin
befo' a nigga finish with puttin in work I betta end up with somethin
I think these niggaz got the game fucked up
If they don't believe, that a young nigga like me, would bust (Boo-Yaa!)
Perhaps it's a must, I'm facin cases, fuck probation
is what I'm screamin when these money hungry cops be chasin
[Chorus: Tupac]
Thug nigga till we die, no mercy
on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride!
Thug nigga till we die, no mercy
on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride!
[Mussolini]
It's the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini
Mentally unstable G status, so you can't see me
Drug warlord, riding Concorde jets
Rag Vette's, shakin bitches and snitches and trippin on sets
Ingle-Watts banger, keepin one in the chamber
For the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride
Suicidal thoughts lurk fuckin no end to revenge
Fuck any, my alias Mussolini
[Idi Amin]
They call me Idi, from the side of seedy
Young nigga greedy, so I'm runnin up on these niggaz easy
It ain't nuttin, cause if they wantin somethin, so I'ma commence
to dumpin stomp down and struck up while my beat is bumpin, Thuggin
to my fuckin last nut, with Lo-Pole and Kastro
Who you thought was on that asshole, don't ask though
Outlaw Immortalz doin this dit-nirt on the sli-zow
Ain't no chance to hide when we ride
[Khadafi]
My alias Khadafi, Trump tight so feds can't copy
Six-three and cocky quick to hit your bitch if she drop me
Severely addicted to livin like a fuckin felon
while beefin with rookie cops the cookie rocks a nigga sellin
Since a short I been livin life defiant, nickel plated chrome
Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant, and I ain't lyin
It's like it's me against myself with all these
backstabbin snakes grabbin at my fuckin wealth
[Mo Khomeini]
Mo Khomeini goes terrorist, mad man killer
The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers
I'm that nigga with the fifty cap pouch, with the murderous stacks
that increase, while these motherfuckers eat beef
It's been a long road, a lot of episodes
And as the glock loads, I gotta teach hoes
Reach hoes, make em feel a nigga when I'm mashin
Now I'm surpassin any assassin
[Chorus 2X]
[Tupac]
Hahahaha, Outlaw Immortalz baby
Y'all niggaz can't fade this ol crazy shit
Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Khadafi, Mussolini
Amin, Naploleon, Khomani
What y'all really wanna do?
Haha like them niggaz said
'What would you do? If you could fuck with me and my crew'
Hehahahahaha, Thug Life, yeah nigga
Flashin on niggaz
Thug Life right? This year we Thug Life
But we Outlaw Immortalz
We die nigga, but we multiply, we like legends nigga
Like I'll make you famous motherfucker
I'm talkin about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good shit
My niggas make the papers baby
My niggas make the front page
Multiple gunshots [fades]

I ain't saying I'm innocent of all this
I'm just saying
This song is for y'all
For all the times I mess up
when we mess up
Dear sister
Got me twisted up in prison
I miss yah
Crying
Looking at my nieces and nephews picture
They say don't let this cruel world get yah
Kinda suspicious,
Swearing one day you might leave me
for someone that's richer
Twist the cap off the bottle
I take a sip and see tomorrow
Gotta make if I have to Beg and Borrow
Reading love letters
late night, locked down, and quiet
If brothers don't receive their mail
Best believe we riot
Eating Jack mat
Staring at walls of Silence
Inside this cage
Where they captured all my rage and violence
In time I learned a few lessons
Never fall for riches
Apologizies to my TRUE sisters
Far from bitches
Help me raise my black nation
Reperations are due
Its true
Caught up in this world
I took advantage of you
So tell the babies how I love them
Precious boys and girls
Born black in this white mans world
and all I heard was
[Chorus]
Who knows what tomorrow brings
In this world where everyone lies
Where to go
No matter how far I find
To let you know
That You're not alone
Being born with less
I must confess
Only adds on to the stress
Two gunshots to my homies head
Died in his rest
Shot him to death
and Left him bleeding for his family to see
I pass his casket
Gently asking
Is there heaven for G's?
My homeboys doing life
Begging mama be stressing
Shedding tears
When her son finally ask that questions
Where my daddy at?
Mama, Why we live so poor?
Why you crying?
Heard you late night
Throught my bedroom door
Now do you love me mama?
Why do they keep calling me nigger?
Get my wieght up, with my hate
and pay 'em back when I'm bigger
Still thugging in this jail cell
Missing my block
Hearing brothers screaming all night
Wishing they'd stop
Proud to be black
But why do we act like
We don't love ourselves
Don't look around
busta (you sucka)
Check yourselves
know what if means to be black
whether a man or girl
we're still struggling in this
White man's world
[Chorus]
(we must fight)
Who knows what tomorrow brings
In this world where everyone lies
Where to go
No matter how far I find
To let you know
That You're not alone
So tell me why you changed
Choosing new direction
In a blink of an eye
My time away just made perfection
You think I'd die
Not gonna cry
Why should I care
Like we holding on to love
Thats no longer there
Can you please help me
God Bless me please
Keep my seeds healthy
Banging on my enemies Bleed
While my G's healthy
Hoping they bury me
With ammunition, weed, and shells
Just in case they trip in heaven
Ain't no G's hell
Sister sorry for the pain
That I caused your heart
I know I'll change
If yah help me
But Don't fall apart
Rest In Peace
To Latasha, Little Yummy, and Kato
To much for this cold world to take
Ended up being fatal
Every women in America
Especially Black
Bear with me, can't you see
We're under attack
I never meant to cause drama
To my sister and Mama
Will we make it
To better times
In this white man worlds
[Chorus]
[Along with revolutionary talking]

(feat. Kadafi (Outlawz))
[Intro: 2Pac]
Let us pray
Heavenly Father, hear a nigga down here
Before I go to sleep
Tell me, who do you believe in?
Who do you believe in?
[Verse One: 2Pac]
I see mothers in black cryin, brothers in packs dyin
Plus everybody's high, too doped up to ask why
Watchin our own downfall, witness the end
It's like we don't believe in God cause we livin in sin
I asked my homie on the block why he strapped, he laughed
Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast
It's just another murder, nobody mourns no more
My tear drops gettin bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin for
Is it the miniature caskets, little babies
Victims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy
Maybe it's just the drugs, visions of how the block was
Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us
Perhaps the underlyin fact they hide explain genocide
It's when we ride on our own kind
What is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror
We can't escape fate, the end is gettin nearer
[Chorus 2X: 2Pac]
Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin
And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin, I'm askin the grievin - who do you believe in?
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
Can't close my eyes cause all I see is terror
I hate the man in the mirror
Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer
Times of Armageddeon, murder in mass amounts
In this society where only gettin the cash counts
I started out as a beginner
Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner
I make my money and vacate, evade prison
Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven
And all the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain I feel inside
You know, it's like I'm livin just to die
I fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if I'm worthy
Livin life thinkin no man can hurt me
So I'm askin -- before I lay me down to sleep
Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me, my misery
I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames
In my search for fame will I change? I'm askin
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Kadafi]
Faith in Allah, believe in me and this plastic
Cause so far I done witnessed to many dead niggaz in caskets
With they chest plates stretched like elastic
And what's worse I'm on front line, holdin down camp, still mashin
Heard my cousin, one of the old heads from the block
Just came home October of '95 back in Yardsville stuck
with a three to five, if he don't act up, now he realize
If you don't stay wise, then in this game you fucked
Talk to my baby girl, give me the word on what she heard
One of the grimmies is snitchin, Diamond a stool pigeon I talked to him
He said he didn't, my man said he did, in fact he's sure
Cause he just came home off of bail
[2Pac] Now tell me
[Chorus]
[Outro: spoken word]
Who do you believe in?
Is it Buddah, Jehovah, or Jah? Or Allah?
Is it Jesus? Is it God? Or is just yourself?
Definately not to be imposed, being a demon
Because this is the joy of believing!
Men, to believe in yourselves
But for sure, the higher power
Resides only to ride in the heart of the true
From the soul, of the man; for truth never has an alibi
In the poetry, or in it's realm
That's what pulls all words together
Just to understand, that every man, is his OWN man
And only man can satisfy the man
Only the soul of the man, the feelings of the man
The for realness of the man
You can't shake the man when you feel the man you know the man
And you gotta call yourself because you are that man
[2Pac]
Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin
[singing while 2Pac speaks]
Who do you believe in? Put my faith in God, and
Blessed and still breathin
[singer + (2Pac)]
Even though it's hard (Who do you believe in?)
That's who I believe in (Put my faith in God)
Before I'm leavin (Even though it's hard)
I'm askin the grievin
(Before I'm leavin I'm askin the grievin - who do you believe in?)
Who do you believe in? (Who do you believe in?)
Who do you (Blessed and still breathin)
Oh blessed, oh blessed
(Before I'm leavin I'm askin the grievin - who do you believe in?)
[singer]
Oh who do you
Do you believe in
Hohhhhh-ohhhhh
[2Pac over singer]
Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin
And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin I'm askin the grievin - who do you believe in?
[singer + (2Pac)]
I'm askin (Who do you believe in?)
I'm askin you (Put my faith in God)
(That's who I believe in)
(Before I'm leavin I'm askin the grievin - who do you believe in?)
[2Pac]
Who do you believe in?
I'm blessed and still breathin
That's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin, I'm askin the grievin
Who do you believe in?
Who do you believe in? [echoes to fade]

Hey, ooh ah ooh oh oh
When your hero falls from grace
All your fairy tales are uncovered
Myths exposed and pain magnified
The greatest pain discovered
You told me to be strong but I'm confused to see you so weak
You said to never to give up and it hurts to see you welcoming me
When your hero falls so do the stars
When your hero falls so do the stars
And so does the perception of tomorrow
Without my hero there is only me alone
To deal with my sorrow, to deal with my sorrow
Your insistance to work and your soul is not happy at all
What do you expect it to do when your hero falls
So do the stars
See I know you're wondering how do I carry on
You want to give up you feel there's nobody to love
But if you look around there's so many people have been what you been
through
You gotta let go you gotta be strong oh
Sing it again one more time
When your hero falls (Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
When your hero falls (Ooh yeah)
When your hero falls (What am I supposed to do)
When your hero falls (When I'm looking to you yeah)
When your hero falls (But you told me to be strong)
When your hero falls (And to never give up oh oh)
When your only hero falls (Say it again)
When your hero falls (Whoa, oh yeah)
When your hero falls (Oh oh)
When your hero falls (What you saying)
When your hero falls (Won't you listen to the children sing)
When your hero falls (As they sing it to the whole world)
When your hero falls (Oh oh, oh oh yeah)
When your only hero falls

When thugs cry..
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my guns to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
God (?), when thugs cry, too much is hard
[2Pac]
Born thuggin and lovin the way I came up
Big money clutchin, bustin while evadin cocaine busts
My pulse rushin, send my (?) into insanity
Shout at my cousin now we bustin if they yo' family
The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried
I got a line on the D.A. cause I'm fuckin his secretary
I black out and start cussin, bust 'em and touch 'em all
They panic and bitches duckin, 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 homey's sister, cut her face up bad
They even raped so we blazed they pad
Automatic shots rang out, on every block
They puttin hits out on politicians, even cops, I ain't lyin
They got me sleepin with my infrared beams
And in my dreams I hear motherfuckers screamin
What is the meaning, when thugs cry?
[Chorus: singers]
Oh why, children send your child off to die
In the streets of chalk where they lie
Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry
Dear God..
Oh why, does it have to be this way, our
children of today won't stay wise
Let the children hear when thugs cry
Dear God.. oh why..
[("When thugs cry") on line 4, first time only]
[("thugs cry") on line 6, first time only]
[2Pac]
Heh.. maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin
Where is the love? Never quit my ambition to thug
Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary
Niggaz I used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries
But still homey keep it real, how does it feel
to lose your life, over somethin that you did as a kid?
You all alone, no communication, block on the phone
Don't get along with yo' pop, and plus your moms is gone
Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the song
to help us grow at times, but now our minds are gone
We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches
We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches
But somethin changed in this dirty game, everything's strange
Lost all my homies over cocaine.. mayne
See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie
See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
And all I see is these paranoid bitches, illegal adventures
Bustin motherfuckers 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, now your family's gone
Why perpetrate like you can handle my team?
So merciless that my attack'll take command of your dreams
Leavin motherfuckers drownin in they own blood
Clownin takin pictures later
Laugh bout the punk bitches, that turned snitches
Regulate my area, the terror I represent
Makin yo' people disappear, you wonderin where they went?
Am I cold or is it just I sold my soul?
Addicted to these streets, never 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 thugs cry
[Chorus]
[2Pac over Chorus]
I shed tattooed tears for years
for my dead homeboys and my prison peers
Y'all ain't never heard my cries
Now you wonder why would you die?
[Chorus]

(feat. A3, Jay Rock)
[2Pac:]
Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do
Now what's next
Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do
Now what's next
Caught up in the middle
My life's a riddle
Don't let it get ya
I wanna be legal
But it's this hustle that get me richer
One love to my peoples makin' money
I can see you bubblin'
Avoid all trouble
Beware of devils continue strugglin'
Nothin's impossible if there's a will there's a way
So get your mind on official business
You can be great
And it's been this way from the cradle to the grave
So get paid
My niggaz do this every fuckin' day
We parlay
Through politics and conversation
This information to my thug niggaz in the congregation
Watch and bare witness to the pleasures of participation
Separation is self destruction
What's needed is unification
Cause the world ain't hardly scared
If not prepared
Be sure to be bummy and be no longer there
But no one cares it's there to share
All we get is stares
Because of fear we'll evaporate
Say your prayers
And what's next
[Chorus x2:]
Hard livin' got me goin' insane
But I'm addicted to the hustle I'm trapped in the game
Whatz next
I'm goin' crazy
Tell me tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do
Whatz next
[A3:]
(Aye its on A3)
Makaveli tried to warn us
But niggaz ain't listen to Pac
Naw (listen listen) nigga really listen to Pac
Shit yean got it yet (no)
Then you won't get it
Might as well measure 'em up
And have his ass fitted
Why
Caught slippin' dog trippin' didn't soak game
Got his wig split like dem shutters on the airplane
Never will change niggaz wit' no name no shame
Might open ya head foe mess broke change
I stay posted like a flag (flag)
Starin' thru my rear view ballin' in a jag (jag)
Bounce wit me Cali body rock down in H-Town
We gon' put these artificial bustas in they place now
Time foe a change
Real niggaz rollin' wit' me
Money makin' swift decision we controllin' the streets
Side track by the broads and the frauds
Ain't it strange
It's the reason so many niggaz get scarred in the game
Whatz next
[Chorus x2]
[Jay Rock:]
That money gotta make it
What I gotta do to make it
Do I really gotta take it
Put this mack up to you face it
Doin' what we gotta do to survive
Just ask Kweli doin' what we do to get by
Some niggaz stick to the crime
Pitchin' nickel and dimes
What the fuck we s'pose to do
Who gon' give us a job
So I tried and tried
Tried to get out the grind
But the block kept on callin' me back
Fiends kept on callin' for crack
So I supply 'em wit' that
Gave 'em a reasonable fee
Nigga don't blame it on me
Shit just look where I'm at
Niggaz in gardens
LAPD is the target
Niggaz is heartless hustle regardless
Look that dope spot use to be an apartment
But now it's just a place to hide the guns in the closet
Watch ya step shift the grams under the carpet
We just tryin' hard not to see that coffin
Whatz next
[Chorus x2]

(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

When thugs cry..
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my guns to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
God (?), when thugs cry, too much is hard
[2Pac]
Born thuggin and lovin the way I came up
Big money clutchin, bustin while evadin cocaine busts
My pulse rushin, send my (?) into insanity
Shout at my cousin now we bustin if they yo' family
The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried
I got a line on the D.A. cause I'm fuckin his secretary
I black out and start cussin, bust 'em and touch 'em all
They panic and bitches duckin, 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 homey's sister, cut her face up bad
They even raped so we blazed they pad
Automatic shots rang out, on every block
They puttin hits out on politicians, even cops, I ain't lyin
They got me sleepin with my infrared beams
And in my dreams I hear motherfuckers screamin
What is the meaning, when thugs cry?
[Chorus: singers]
Oh why, children send your child off to die
In the streets of chalk where they lie
Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry
Dear God..
Oh why, does it have to be this way, our
children of today won't stay wise
Let the children hear when thugs cry
Dear God.. oh why..
[('When thugs cry') on line 4, first time only]
[('thugs cry') on line 6, first time only]
[2Pac]
Heh.. maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin
Where is the love? Never quit my ambition to thug
Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary
Niggaz I used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries
But still homey keep it real, how does it feel
to lose your life, over somethin that you did as a kid?
You all alone, no communication, block on the phone
Don't get along with yo' pop, and plus your moms is gone
Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the song
to help us grow at times, but now our minds are gone
We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches
We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches
But somethin changed in this dirty game, everything's strange
Lost all my homies over cocaine.. mayne
See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie
See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
And all I see is these paranoid bitches, illegal adventures
Bustin motherfuckers 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, now your family's gone
Why perpetrate like you can handle my team?
So merciless that my attack'll take command of your dreams
Leavin motherfuckers drownin in they own blood
Clownin takin pictures later
Laugh bout the punk bitches, that turned snitches
Regulate my area, the terror I represent
Makin yo' people disappear, you wonderin where they went?
Am I cold or is it just I sold my soul?
Addicted to these streets, never 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 thugs cry
[Chorus]
[2Pac over Chorus]
I shed tattooed tears for years
for my dead homeboys and my prison peers
Y'all ain't never heard my cries
Now you wonder why would you die?
[Chorus]

[Chorus sung by RL on (Disc One), Richard Page on (Disc Two)]
[2Pac]
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood witnessed 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 made a true friend afraid to ask - for currency
But you could run to me when you need me and I'll never leave
I just need, someone to believe in, as you can see
It's a small thang to a true, what could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And come to knew he'd do the same thang if he could
Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
And half the times we be actin up call the cops
Bringin a cease to the peace that was on my block
It never stop, 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]
So take, these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away, until the end of time
Until the end of time
Until the end of time
[2Pac]
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 making got me outta touch, shit
Ain't flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs
My attitude got me walkin solo, ride out alone in my lo-lo
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 old girl
But I ain't trippin I'm a player I ain't sweatin him
I sex his sister, had her mumble 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 - 2X]
[2Pac]
Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?
To live my life as an Outlaw all along
Remain strong in this planet full of player haters
They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in the end drinkin Heneessy made all my enemies envy me
So cold when I flow eliminatin easily
Falls to they knees, they plead for they right to breath
While beggin me to keep the peace (haha)
What I can see closer to achieve
In times of danger don't freeze, time to be a G
Follow my lead I'll 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 'til the day I see my casket
Buried as a G while the whole world remembers me
Until the end of time
[Chorus]

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 fuckin car man
Yo why you trippin man? Get in the fuckin car man
Get in the fuckin car.. get in the car
(Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car
cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin at it
It ain't even that deep baby)
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, we Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
[2Pac]
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 standin the rest die
Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside
Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views
Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
Niggaz die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters
Niggaz tried to kill me, and I fed they wife and they daughters
Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash
Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past
Why you change, it's a cold world taught me life
Retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right
Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick
Bullshit nigga cause I'm still fuckin yo' 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]
Don't remember 'Hit 'Em Up,' don't make us do it once.. more
Yo' niggaz know, you ain't fucking with them Out..lawz
We keep souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn
Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin
Don't nobody give a fuck cause you done crossed the game
Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame
You made yo' bed nigga lay in it
Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it
It's not a game only got one click we Outlawz from the do'
Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin the flo'
We dirty as the motherfuckin streetz of Jerz
We sweep niggaz with the words though the heat's preferred
Holla
[Chorus]
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know
[Napoleon]
'Pac I wish I was in the motherfuckin car wit'cha
I'd have took every bullet that they threw, hand of God nigga
I only got one click, Outlawz 'til I'm gone
Heavy in the game and we coming for they fuckin throne
The love is gone well it is what it is
And plottin on us, they best be prayin for they kids, mayne
You don't have to worry cause I ride for ya
Like K said over loyal even tell bout a lie for ya
You put me in the game and dog I owe it all to ya
And when it get to poppin I'ma fuckin ball for ya
And everything I do gon' have your names on it
I'll never let them forget I put my seeds on it
[Kastro]
You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth
In the middle of the desert nigga lace your boots
As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest
You studio niggaz still remind your vest
Why the fuck you ain't done yet swallow yo' teeth
In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat
Fuck a glock nine that shit is weak on the streets
And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat
If your life in another nigga hand, you deaded
And if it's beef and your man disappear then don't sweat it
Another fake nigga usin my strengths to get credit
I mean (?) face sound scared but your heartbeat said it
[Chorus]
[Young Noble]
I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty
But now I'm a rider, connivin gutsy
And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me
And that's how I'ma go about it 'til 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 goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner
I've been drinkin on the daily, I can hardly remember
I got - bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me
I love the Lord but the church can't cure me
I sleep light, I wake peekin out my window
With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow
And that's the way it's gonna be 'til they bury me
But don't twist it cause none of y'all niggaz worry me
[Outlawz]
What the fuck you didn't know?
Kizza-Kastro, Young Noble with the criminal flow
You nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt
Y'all niggaz can't fade me with the clippers
We put it down, look around, 'til we find you we hound
Penitentiary bound, to remind you
[Kadafi]
Kadafi I bring the lingo to the click
Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin through your chimney like Kris Kringle
On some shit, get me free to let my ice click
Ka-pling, ka-plow, I been a thug shootin slugs since a child
[Chorus]
Let the punks know (repeat 3X)

(feat. Jazze Pha)
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Dear baby you the picture of perfection
Straight from your million dollar smile
to my attraction to your complexion
No hesitation needed; you got me
inhalin the aroma of your perfume, and feelin heated
I move closer to drop the lines of my introduction
Hold out my hand, and grab yo' hand, now we touchin
My lyrics are poetry
So baby get a ticket to go with me
Thugged out so you notice me
It's a positive attraction; see pictures of us
layin butt-naked on the beach kickin back relaxin
And only you can calm, the savage beast
Look in my eyes are you surprised, that it's me?
I wanna make you mine
I'm kissin on you tryin to make it different every time (that's right)
I'm so lonely in my bedroom, lookin at the walls
Withcha number in my hand, wonderin should I even call her tonight
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Anytime you like, baby you can call me
Need a thug up in yo' life, never find nobody like me
Cause I know what you want, and girl you know I got you
You got what I need, and shorty it's all on you
Baby call on me
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
Been gettin nuttin but bad news, ever since the day you left me
I sit and wonder is there a way, you could forget me
Remember my phone calls, my late visits
Us havin breakfast in bed, then we straight kick it
Me and you in satin sheets, 'til after two
Come take a walk on the wild side, enjoy the view
Whenever we collide; it's bound to be a pleasurable time
Makin love 'til the early light
Sweetheart don't fight the feelin
Come get a shot of this plain dealin and concentrate on the ceiling
It's my intention to brush up
Beware of the fireworks, cause everytime we touch..
.. it's bound to be, so relax, clown with me
As if you're down with me, get around and see
The brother with tattoos and no fears
Runnin my fingers through your hair if you call me
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Pardon me, but let's be specific
Baby cause if you down with me, nigga we can kick it
And let's take trips and ride airplanes
A hundred thousand dollar car on dem gold thangs, so can you hang?
Cause we can be real tight (right)
I got a big suite at the hot', if it feel right
My only wish is to be witcha
You got me steady strivin to getcha
Fantasizin of friendly pictures
The pressure's gettin major
I wonder will you answer my call, if I page ya
Got me goin wild with anticipation
Face to face with us locked up in strange places, what will it take
Cause the heartache be heatbreak, is my prediction
when you falsify and start fake, in my position
I'm a careful man, but a player when I ball
Got my eyes on you baby, can I call?
[Chorus - repeat 2X]

(feat. RL (Next))
[2Pac]
Perhaps I was addicted to tha dark side
Somewhere 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 make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency
But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave
I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see
It's a small thang through and true
What could I do? Real homies help ya get through,
And coming new, he'd do tha same thang if he could
Cuz in the hood true homies make you feel good
And half the time we be acting up call tha cops
Bringing the cease to tha peace that was on my block
It never stop, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be tha same
Until the end of time
[Chorus: RL]
So take, these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away, until the end of time
Until the end of time
Until the end of time
[2Pac]
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 tha house much
This all night money making got me outta touch, shit
Ain't flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs
My attitude got me walking solo
Ride out alone in my low-low
Watching the whole world move in slow-mo
For quiet times disappear listen to the ocean
Smoking Ports think my thoughts
Then it's back to coasting
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 player I ain't sweating him
I sex his sister, had her mo' good like a Mexican
His next of kin, No remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping
Until the end of time
[Chorus x2]
[2Pac]
Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?
To live my life as an outlaw all along
Remain strong in this planet full of playa haters
They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in tha end drinking henessy made all my enemies envy me
So cold when I flow eliminating easily
Fall to their knees, they plead for their right to breath
While beggin me to keep the peace (haha)
Well I can see close into achieve
In times of danger don't freeze time to be a g
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 tha whole world remembers me
Until the end of time
[Chorus]

[Tupac]
Under Pressure
Yeah, Babyyy
When tha pressures on...
[Thug Life]
when it's on it's on
[Tupac]
One of these days i'll
learn
don't fuck with trick ass niggas
cause they
turn into bitch ass niggas
i'm sick of bein stuck in tha county jail
my niggas clown
bring a pound
when they posten bail
smokein' blunts in tha driveway
my four-five screamin
fuck tha police
won't fly away, thug, till I die
you wonder why I'm made this way
I wasn't
turned out
I was raised this way
of thinkin
these are tha dreams of a young teen
sceam, and stack green on tha crack fiends
one time can't hold me
one of these days
we gotta bust back for tha homies
locked down in tha penitentry
finaly loose my mind
if tha pigs succeed
stress, smoken weed and nicoteen
but what a nigga really need is Thorozine
right before I die
i'll be curseing tha law
reincarnated bitch even worse than before
my four-four's givin payback
my underhanded plan
to get them niggas while they laid back
and big stretch hit tha scene with tha mini 14
servin suckers like dope fiends
and lead tha whole team
Under Pressure Nigga
That's right
[Stretch]
Never run
throw your gun in tha air
oh yeah
nigga bust ain't no time to spare
called tha ruffest mothafucker and we fuck shit up
and with tha stainless steel [???], we cut shit up
flash and blast a nigga with tha quickness
cock tha four pound motherfucker when I spit this and rip this
damn, my mind is in tha depths of hell
but when i'm walking on tha street kid my name rings bells
and I never fell
nigga I stand to tall
i'm just a thug motherfucker who was born to brawl
givin my all
so niggas wanna bring it to me
so i'ma sell my cocain
and lay they ass down 'G'
Under Pressure
[Tupac]
yeah, look here tho
Runnin wild
I never smiled as a juvenile
even now I keep a frown when I come around
don't ask me about tha past
it was all bad
shots blasted
will I last
in tha wrong path
in tha dark is where my heart saw tha most grief
mothafuckers is getten shanked over gold teeth
am I sick ?
cause i'm addicted to get splifted
watch tha stupid ass tricks get lifted
nothens changed
cause in tha came it's a steady aim
fuck friends
cause when in danger those niggas change
puff weed
and stuff G's in my sock G
call Ki's and Hennessy where tha glock be
Times passen will I last here another day
I put my gun away
and grab my AK
it's getten hectic
I can't call it
house full of alcoholics
now we're niggas under pressure
yeah, that's right...
Under Pressure, we're niggas under pressure
yeah
[Tupac and Stretch together repeated 11x]
When tha Pressures on it's a hit
Ski mask
Extra Gats
bring tha clips
don't nobody move when we walk tha streets
they stay silent
cause talk is cheap

What'z ya phone number
Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes.
It's instrumental.
Waitin for the nimphoes.
That's the intro.
Shoot when ya rush me.
Walked up and touched me.
Why? Do you want to fuck me?
Just cuz I'm paid in the worst way? True.
Lookin kind a good in your birthday suit.
I wonder if your wild and ya act shy.
Do you like to be on top or the back side?
Watch me while you lick your lips, shake your hips.
Goddamn, I love that shit.
Yo, let's stop fakin and be real now.
I got a room and a hard on. Still down?
Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes.
Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes.
When we head for my hideout, act right.
Boss playa when I ride out, that's right.
What'z ya phone number?
If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready.
Baby, let me give you a call.
How long will it take to break you off?
[Repeat once more]
Oh shit, baby is a dime piece.
Wanted this fine seat.
If I see ya right.
Now she can get me.
Hor didn't wanna talk to me till she see my car.
Never had sez with a rich rap star
Till I got her in the back of my homeboy's car.
Tell me, why do we live this way?
Money over bitches.
Let me here you say:
What'z your phone number?
Are you alone?
Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone.
Time for your girlfriend to take you home.
I had fun,
But baby, gotta leave me alone.
Picture in my rhyme.
Take time to rewind these ? words I say.
If you open your mind,
Bet in a minute you'll find it's time.
Let the Outlaws play.
What'z ya phone number.
[Chorus repeats 2X]
[Girl and Tupac converse]
[G:] Hello?
[2:] Hello? who is this?
[G:] Is this Tupac?
[2:] This is who?
[G:] Is this Tupac?
[2:] Yeah, it's Tupac. Who dis?
[G:] Hi baby. How are you?
[2:] I'm aiight. What' up baby?
[G:] You don't recognize the voice?
[2:] You recognize my voice, huh?
[G:] Do you recognize MY voice?
[2:] Nah, I know you?
[G:] Yeah, you know me. I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talkin.
[2:] Where I know you from? Where I know you from?
[G:] You just know me, baby.
[2:] Where? Talk up I can't barely hear you.
[G:] You know me from when we were, you know, intimate.
[2:] Oh, we fucked?
[G:] Oh baby, did we ever.
[2:] Oh, tell me about it baby.
[G:] I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and
stroked it up and down.
[2:] OOOOH!
[G:] Then I put it in my mouth. I fucked it.
[2:] Ooh, you did.
[G:] Ooh, I did.
[2:] Shit!
[G:] Fucked it and fucked it. Put me in. You came.
[2:] Did I come?
[G:] Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. You don't remember me yet?
[2:] I'm starting to get a picture. Why don't you help me out.
What did I do to the pussy? What a nigga do to the pussy?
[G:] You rocked it.
[2:] Did I?
[G:] Yeah, you did.
[2:] Did I do some of that Thug Passion?
[G:] Mmmmmm
[2:] Heh, heh. Eh, so what cha doin right now, though?
[G:] Me and my finger are gettin aquainted.
[2:] How many you got?
[G:] I got ten. But only one is workin.
[2:] Oh, well can I come over there?
[G:] If you want to.
[2:] Do I want to? Do a bear shit in the woods and
wipe his ass with a rabbit.
[G:] Mmm. You gon rock it baby?
[2:] Hell yeah, I'm gon rock it baby.
[G:] ]Like you did before?
[2:] No dizoubt. You gon feel that Thug Passion for real.
[G:] Mmmm, baby.
[2:] I'm on my way though. I'm about to fly over there in a 500.
It ain't gon take but a minute. Eh, light the candles.
Get the baby oil out. Turn all the lights out. Drink a little
bit of that shit. I'm on my way babe. I'm gon knock that pussy
to the next week.
[G:] Knock it out, baby, knock it out.
[2:] I'm gon knock the taste out yo mouth, girl. I'm gon put your legs on
your head. I'm a tie you up, blindfold you. And we gon play which hole
feel the best.
[G:] You know which hole feel the best.
[2:] We fin to see tonight, though.
[G:] I'm gon make you remember me.
[2:] Oh, yeah.
[G:] Yeah.
[2:] Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can't find the steering shift you got me
so fucked up. I'm playin with myself and shit.
[G:] Can I shift your gear?

(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
[Verse One:]
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 I got this urge 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 hug me
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
[Verse Two:]
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]
[Verse Three:]
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 shatters
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]

[2Pac]
They claim that I'm violent, just cause I refuse to be silent
These hypocrites are havin fits, cause I'm not buyin it
Defyin it, envious because I will rebel against
any oppressor, and this is known as self defense
I show no mercy, they claim that I'm the lunatic
But when the shit gets thick, I'm the one you go and get
Don't look confused, the truth is so plain to see
Cause I'm the nigga that you sell-outs are ashamed to be
In every Jeep and every car, brothers stomp this
I'm Never Ignorant, Getting Goals Accomplished
The underground railroad on an uprise
This time the truth's gettin told, heard enough lies
I told em fight back, attack on society
If this is violence, then violent's what I gotta be
If you investigate you'll find out where it's comin from
Look through our history, America's the violent one
Unlock my brain, break the chains of your misery
This time the payback for evil shit you did to me
They call me militant, racist cause I will resist
You wanna censor somethin, motherfucker censor this!
My words are weapons, and I'm steppin to the silent
Wakin up the masses, but you, claim that I'm violent
[Chorus:]
[1st occurance:] as written
[2nd occurance:] add last three lines again
[3rd occurance:] repeat first five lines twice
[4th occurance:] repeat first five lines twice
[5th occurance:] second to fifth line, first to fifth line
[6th occurance:] emphasis on second line, whole chorus
[7th occurance:] first three lines only
'They claimin that I'm violent' -> Chuck D [cut and scratched]
'Fuck the damn cop!' [cut and scratched]
'Just because we play what the people want..'
'They claimin that I'm violent' -> Chuck D [cut and scratched]
'Fuck the damn cop!' [cut and scratched]
'Just because we play what the people want..'
'They claimin that I'm violent' -> Chuck D [cut and scratched]
'Fuck the damn cop!' [cut and scratched]
[2Pac]
The cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me
Call me a dope man, cause I rock dope beats
Jacked by the police, didn't have my ID
I said, 'Excuse me, why you tryin to rob me?'
He had tha nerve to, say that I had a curfew
(Do you know what time it is?
Get out the fucking car, or I'll hurt you!)
'Get out the car... or I'lI hurt you'
So here I go, I better make my mind up
Pick my nine up, or hit the line-up
I chose B, stepped into the streets
The first cop grabbed me, the other ripped my seat
They grabbed my homie and they threw him to the concrete
(Ay man.. aiyyo.. ay man just c'mon ?)
('What you doin man?') They tried to frame me
They tried to say I had some dope in the back seat
But I'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend
My homie panicked ('I'm out') he tried to run
(Freeze nigga!) I heard a bullet fire from the cop's gun
My homie dropped so, I hit the cop
I kept swingin, yo, I couldn't stop
Before I knew it, I was beatin the cop senseless
The other cop dropped his gun, he was defenseless
(? Arrrrggggh, fuck you! Ungggh!)
Now I'm against this cop who was racist
Given him a taste, of tradin places
And all this, cause the peckerwood was tryin this
frame up, but I came up
Now they claimin that I'm violent
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
As I was beatin on a cop, I heard a gun click (uh-ohh)
Then the gun shot, but I wasn't hit
I turned around it was my homie with the gun in hand
He shot the cop (damn!) now he's a dead man
I said, come on, it's time for us to get away
(Let's go, we gotta get the fuck outta here)
They called for backup, and they'll be on their way
Jumped in the car, and tried to get away quick
The car wouldn't start (damn!) we in deep shit
So we jumped out (C'mon let's take the cop's car)
We drove a little ways thinkin that we got far
But I looked up, and all I saw was blue lights
If I die tonight, I'm dying in a gunfight
I grabed the AK, my homie took the 12 gauge
Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray
We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons
And when we through sprayin (audi) then we steppin
This is a lesson, to the rednecks and crooked cops
You fuck with real niggaz, get ya fuckin ass dropped
So here we go, the police against us
Dark as dusk, waitin for the guns to bust (What's next man?)
What's next, I don't know and I don't care
One things fo' sho', tommorrow I won't be here
But if I go, I'm takin all these punks with me
Pass me a clip G, now come and get me
You wanna sweat me, never get me to be silent
Givin them a reason, (a reason) to claim that I'm violent...
[Chorus (3)]
[Chorus (4)]
[Chorus (5)]
[Chorus (6)]
[Chorus (7)]

(Yawn)
(hahaha)
And ugh
I started out dumb
Sprung off a hood rat
Listening to the radio
Wishing that I could rap
But nothing changed
I was stuck in the game
Cause everybody in the industry was fucking me man
Listen
I've got a scheme
Break away do my own thing
Drop some conversation
Sit back and let the phone ring
Niggas they wanna see me rise
'97 watch me cut these motherfuckers down to size
And if I catch another case
Lord knows how they hate me
Got a playa in the court room
Please don't let them frame me
I've been dealt a lot of bad cards
Living as a thug
Count my blessings
Don't stress in this land with no love
Maybe if they see me rolling
Look at all this green I'm holding
I guess that's why the envious
Get their eye swollen
Hoping the heavenly farther love a hustler
Be the hardest nigga on earth to ever bust a nut
My homies tell me have a heart
Fuck they feelings
I've been trying to make a million since we started
We cold hearted
Niggas in masks that'll blast at the task force
Empty out my clip
Time to mash
They asked for it
Me Makaveli I'm a motherfucker
We break bread
Now we thug brothers (huhuh)
Niggas talk a lot of nonsense
I choose to ignore
A war
They ain't ready for it (huhuh)
[Chorus]
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
[Verse 2: Young Noble & Kastro]
My nine is thuglord
My mind on my grind
Outlawz is my heart
They shine when I shine
My ryhme is my grind
My team be on role
Proceed with the onslaught
Indeed they on top
They all marks
And its an outlaw holocaust
When I got the sawed-off
Niggas gettin' halved off
Yer, nigga beware
Stand clear
This nigga's scared
Man I don't really care
I've been lost loved (loved)
My heart need a hug (hug)
My bite leave blood (blood)
Fight with a grudge
The life of a thug nigga, might need gloves
But you will never know
With a price on your mug
And fight strips snug right around your hands
Niggas sure you can never grab the mic again
Dog you fucking with a grown man
And I can't afford to loose
Where we from niggas told to do
So what cha ya wann' do?
[Chorus]
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
[Verse 3: Tupac]
Watch me clown
Give me loving when I'm high
I'ma outlaw baby I'll be thugging 'till I die
In drop-top double r
Life as a rap star
Hustle like a crack fiend
'Till they catch me
Go ask somebody to your show
Watch them niggas out the sight of mah night scope
Cooking white dope
Got mah nigga 25 to life stretched out
Trying to have all the better things in life
Well Makaveli
A born leader 10 millimeter
Changing niggas future like a schizophrenic palm reader
Heeds from out the bible I read
See the meek shall inherit the earth
And the strong will lead
Hittin' weed like it alright
I'm in the studio
Making music all night
My enemies cry whenever I rise
They hated 'till death
Try to beat me out my last breath
What cha gonna do?
[Chorus]
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)

What'z ya phone number
Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes.
It's instrumental.
Waitin for the nimphoes.
That's the intro.
Shoot when ya rush me.
Walked up and touched me.
Why? Do you want to fuck me?
Just cuz I'm paid in the worst way? True.
Lookin kind a good in your birthday suit.
I wonder if your wild and ya act shy.
Do you like to be on top or the back side?
Watch me while you lick your lips, shake your hips.
Goddamn, I love that shit.
Yo, let's stop fakin and be real now.
I got a room and a hard on. Still down?
Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes.
Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes.
When we head for my hideout, act right.
Boss playa when I ride out, that's right.
What'z ya phone number?
If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready.
Baby, let me give you a call.
How long will it take to break you off?
[Repeat once more]
Oh shit, baby is a dime piece.
Wanted this fine seat.
If I see ya right.
Now she can get me.
Hor didn't wanna talk to me till she see my car.
Never had sez with a rich rap star
Till I got her in the back of my homeboy's car.
Tell me, why do we live this way?
Money over bitches.
Let me here you say:
What'z your phone number?
Are you alone?
Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone.
Time for your girlfriend to take you home.
I had fun,
But baby, gotta leave me alone.
Picture in my rhyme.
Take time to rewind these ? words I say.
If you open your mind,
Bet in a minute you'll find it's time.
Let the Outlaws play.
What'z ya phone number.
[Chorus repeats 2X]
[Girl and Tupac converse]
[G:] Hello?
[2:] Hello? who is this?
[G:] Is this Tupac?
[2:] This is who?
[G:] Is this Tupac?
[2:] Yeah, it's Tupac. Who dis?
[G:] Hi baby. How are you?
[2:] I'm aiight. What' up baby?
[G:] You don't recognize the voice?
[2:] You recognize my voice, huh?
[G:] Do you recognize MY voice?
[2:] Nah, I know you?
[G:] Yeah, you know me. I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talkin.
[2:] Where I know you from? Where I know you from?
[G:] You just know me, baby.
[2:] Where? Talk up I can't barely hear you.
[G:] You know me from when we were, you know, intimate.
[2:] Oh, we fucked?
[G:] Oh baby, did we ever.
[2:] Oh, tell me about it baby.
[G:] I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and
stroked it up and down.
[2:] OOOOH!
[G:] Then I put it in my mouth. I fucked it.
[2:] Ooh, you did.
[G:] Ooh, I did.
[2:] Shit!
[G:] Fucked it and fucked it. Put me in. You came.
[2:] Did I come?
[G:] Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. You don't remember me yet?
[2:] I'm starting to get a picture. Why don't you help me out.
What did I do to the pussy? What a nigga do to the pussy?
[G:] You rocked it.
[2:] Did I?
[G:] Yeah, you did.
[2:] Did I do some of that Thug Passion?
[G:] Mmmmmm
[2:] Heh, heh. Eh, so what cha doin right now, though?
[G:] Me and my finger are gettin aquainted.
[2:] How many you got?
[G:] I got ten. But only one is workin.
[2:] Oh, well can I come over there?
[G:] If you want to.
[2:] Do I want to? Do a bear shit in the woods and
wipe his ass with a rabbit.
[G:] Mmm. You gon rock it baby?
[2:] Hell yeah, I'm gon rock it baby.
[G:] ]Like you did before?
[2:] No dizoubt. You gon feel that Thug Passion for real.
[G:] Mmmm, baby.
[2:] I'm on my way though. I'm about to fly over there in a 500.
It ain't gon take but a minute. Eh, light the candles.
Get the baby oil out. Turn all the lights out. Drink a little
bit of that shit. I'm on my way babe. I'm gon knock that pussy
to the next week.
[G:] Knock it out, baby, knock it out.
[2:] I'm gon knock the taste out yo mouth, girl. I'm gon put your legs on
your head. I'm a tie you up, blindfold you. And we gon play which hole
feel the best.
[G:] You know which hole feel the best.
[2:] We fin to see tonight, though.
[G:] I'm gon make you remember me.
[2:] Oh, yeah.
[G:] Yeah.
[2:] Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can't find the steering shift you got me
so fucked up. I'm playin with myself and shit.
[G:] Can I shift your gear?

[Tupac Talking]
Shit, tired of getting shot at
Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong, that's just for us
Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
You na'mean?
Where do niggas go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
That's why we go to Thug Mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
At Thug Mansion
[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
A place to spend my quiet nights
Time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine
I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide
And woulda tried
But when I held that nine
All I could see was my mama's eyes
No one knows my struggle
They only see the trouble
Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery and poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I've survived
Praying hard for better days
Promised to hold on
Me and my dogs don't have a choice but to roll on
We finally found a spot to kick it
Where we could drink liquor
And no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we could smoke in peace
And even though we Gs
We still visualize places
That we could roll a piece
And in my minds eye
I see this place the players go and pass it
Got a spot for us all
So we can ball
At Thugs Mansion
[Chorus]
Every corner, every city
Thereâ€s a place where lifeâ€s a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour cause itâ€s all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothing but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a thug mansion
[Verse 2 - Nas]
A place where death doesn't reside
Just thugs who collide
Not to start beef
But spark trees
No cops rolling by
No policemen
No homicide
No chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's mama to cry
See I'm a good guy
I'm trying to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die
I know all of my albums support her
This whole year's been crazy
Asked the holy spirit to save me
Only difference from me Jose Davis is gray hair maybe
'Cause I feel that my eyes saw too much suffering
I'm just twenty some odd years and I already lost my mother and I cried
tears of joy
I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more
My love goes to Afeni Shakur
'Cause like Ann Jones
She raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for that alone
She shouldn't feel no pain no more
'Cause one day we'll all be together
Sipping heavenly champagne where angels soar with golden rings
At thugs mansion
[Chorus]
Every corner, every city
Thereâ€s a place where lifeâ€s a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour cause itâ€s all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothing but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a thug mansion
[Verse 3 - 2Pac]
Dear mama don't cry
Your baby boy's doin good,
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and it ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night
It had me shook
Drinking peppermint schnapps with Jackie Wilson
And Sam Cook
Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang
Sittin there kickin it with Malcolm till the day came
Lil' Latasha sure grown
Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven
So come home
Maybe in time you understand
Only God can save us
Where Miles Davis cutting lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on
They in heaven found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this
In Heaven
So right before I sleep dear God what I'm asking
Remember this face, save me a place
In Thugz Mansion
[Chorus]

(feat. K-Ci & JoJo)
[2Pac]
Put me in that; ay come on JoJo ('Pac.. hahaha)
Yeah that type of shit (maybe it's the thug in me)
You know what time it is (maybe it's the thug in me)
[2Pac]
By age thirteen I was buckwild, 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 had to shatter fools
That's 'til 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 (haha)
Though I like the way you scream when you lovin me
I'm goin deep, it's the thug in me; so whatchu sayin girl
[Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo]
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you
['Pac repeats "Maybe it's the thug in me" at various points]
[2Pac]
Moan baby when we bone it's on
It's so strong niggaz in the next room'll cum
I got ya head swingin, tongue kissin as I hit it from the back
with the bed ringin (haha)
Give me space as I lick ya face, stick the place
Synchronize so I drive when they kick the bass
Love fuckin in tha mo'nin
I get ya wet and bust a sweat, then I'm gone
Left you on yo' own girl
Tell me what you feel like, blindfolded
I'm cold do it real nice - that's if it feel right
Maybe it's the thug in me
I pull ya hair while we fuckin in the chair, when ya lovin 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 lovin you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
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 ya breath now
Close your eyes deep throat - did you like it
Oooh I'm excited!
Cause it's a party in my bedroom, you're invited - c'mon now
Let me see ya shake your rump, tell me
how long will it take to cum, havin fun
Do it one on one and we can all get involved
First y'all do me, then I'll fuck y'all
When you call me the next day
to get sexed by a nigga in the best way
Yeah baby it's a price to pay, only play in the fast lane
When you a hustler, motherfuck a cash came
I gotcha goin wild, cause I'm lovin you
Drugged out with this motherfuckin thug in you
[Chorus - 2x]
[2Pac]
I don't wanna talk, I don't want no explanations
I don't got no motherfuckin explanations, y'knahmsayin
It's the thug in me
Don't be askin why I'm pullin your hair
and why I fuck so motherfuckin thuggish
That thug passion, y'knahmean
Bitch, 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
strokin, and all that bullshit
You came over here to get fucked
Shit, if I ain't fuck you thug style
Bitch you'd leave my house talkin bout, "Tupac can't serve me"
Won't have me crossed up in that bullshit, hahaha
Turn over!
Maybe it's the thug in me!
(That too baby..)
(Ohh yeah, ohh that's right.. mhmm.. okay.. okay baby.. yeah..)

(feat. C-Bo, Dramacydal, Storm)
[2Pac]
A military mind nigga
A military mind mean money
A criminal grind nigga
A criminal grind mean hustle
You know
[Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)]
We tradin war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes
[2Pac]
Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin hard liquor
This ghetto life has got me catchin up to God quicker
Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger
semi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggaz
Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday
and fear of man - grow on trees
Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes
So niggaz whisper when they mention
Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure
Moms sent me to go play with the drug dealers
Hits fall, we thug niggaz and we came in packs.
Every one of niggaz strapped sippin on 'nac (Cognac)
In the back, my AR-15
Thuggin till I die, these streets got me cravin thorazine
My lyrics are blueprints to money makin
Fat as that ass that honey shakin
[Chorus (w/ Outlawz)]
[Fatal]
I bust a trey-trey, buggin an' shit
They call it overthuggin and shit
But I was just a younger nigga;
gettin older and lovin this shit
But what was I doin in this place?
To the fakes without a pistol in the first,
facin termination in the worst
But I figured to play the wall; to watch all these
playa hatin niggaz position for I could see 'em all
Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you
But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin to tell you.
[Dramacydal]
Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out smokin greenery
Considered a B.G., but I'm off in this game somethin D-P
My eyes only see deez, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out
And why I do it - the ridin and smokin
Collidin with foes - in the worst place;
y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us ,in the first place
Y'all real O.G.'s, droppin game to the youngsters
Y'all don't want no funk cause
y'all be the next in the long line of war stories
[Chorus]
[C-Bo]
I breaks 'em off with this gangsta war story tale
Stackin loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12
Slap my clip in the chamber; fool, your life's in danger
No one will remain when I come through dumpin insane
Call me Bo-wl of Major Pain, gun-slang and movin 'caine
I be the nigga that's pullin the trigga
and dumpin the hollow points in your brain
Mo' bigger balls that RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball
We bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall)
(?) Never been no (?) men
How we bucks 'em down on the way to the ground
ain't nuttin but the hog in me
Bust off his dildo, killin (?) and keep mobbin G
It ain't no problem (?) funk off
(?) blow down punks with my sawed off
Bust they dirty-ass drawers off
and had them bitch niggaz hauled off
[Chorus]
[Outlawz]
My whole family been raised, on shit that ain't okay
Ain't nuttin on this earth will make a nigga like me stay
I'm reminiscin, and catchin flashbacks when niggas ran up
in my house and I was too young, to try to blast back
What happend then? No one would tell me since I was three
Heard they got to my peoples, now they livin somewhere free
But fuck that, you got what's mines and I want that
Never drop my guard, been on the squad, since ways back
And now I'm sittin, holdin in anger because my parents missin
Thuggin Immortal, got some war stories for ya
[Storm]
Now look at me - straight Outlaw Immortal
Never gave a fuck cause I was nobody's daughter
Outlawin from my tits to my clits, don't try to figure
cause the murderous tendencies of my mind can't be controlled, nigga
So who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer?
Would ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla
When I got cha on kay-nine-fourths
Prayin to God as your life goes back and forth
We tradin war stories
[Chorus (repeats through to end, getting softer)]
['Pac talking]
War stories nigga; hahaha, what players do
Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz
Motherfuckin Tupac a.k.a. Makaveli
Can you feel me? Just so you know, it's on Death Row
My niggaz love that shit
Dramacydal in this motherfucker, heheheh
Yea nigga! Shout out to my niggaz Fatal and Felony
C-Bo, the bald head nut, what?
You know what time it is

[Intro:]
Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shit
that nigga ain't from muhfuckin' New York
That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas
Yo nigga man fuck Pac that nigga West Coast
that fucker that always with them New York niggas
seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain't from the West Coast
Man fuck Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain't really down
rapin' ass nigga I didn't do it fuck it with that nigga
fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail right
and fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga
[2Pac (overlapping)]
I'm in this muthafucka
I guess these muthafuckas tryin' to take me out the business right
I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York
and I ain't West Coast for these niggas on the West huh?
Fuck e'rybody
Heh heh heh...
Thug style out this muthafucka niggas throw ya hands in the air
If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop
I want muthafucking police trying to pull niggas over on this one
We taking this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style Thug style
You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G
We ain't dead yet, feel me!!
[Verse 1]
I got my Hennessy find ya foes
in a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes
I'm getting high off buddha
'Cause the times be slow
I keep my mind on dough
you never find me broke
and who meee a nigga livin' life like a G
in that artillery keepin' niggas off of me
I can't sleep living in these wicked times
peep, niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat
You can holler if you want to pleeease
I ain't runnin' with no punk crew beeee
enemies and my range is on
you're in the danger zone
my fuckin' game is strong, Hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
from hustling and busting them rhymes
to my niggas up in Quentin
Down on Riker's Isle stay rile
But a nigga gotta use his styles
These,
[Chorus]
Niggas don't know my style
quick to smile juvenile
Was a problem child
try to put me in the courts
But my force was wild
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style
These,
Niggas don't know my style
quick to smile juvenile
Was a problem child
try to put me in the courts
But my force was wild
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style
[Verse 2]
I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
it's like they stuck
from making niggas duck from Glocks all the time
my mind's full of thoughts of ends
I'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow)
My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie
cause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicide
My mama cried when they took me off to jail
only me inside the cell
Straight locked up in this hell
I hear some sucka screaming like the demon's inside
will 'em away in the morning
Only the strong survive
I cry but in my own way
Swallow my pride pick a reason to hide
from all the niggas that die (Rest in Peace)
cemetary full of brothers I buried
It's going down even now I wonder
will I still be around my hometown is the gutter
I was born a wild came up out this dust
with my heartless style
These,
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I remember Uptown huh got to get to listenin'
to Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits
and even though I had habit makin' words rhyme
I was caught up in the madness
Juvenile thugs come on
I tell the whole story nothin' but truth
Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs
and Pete and Lee young G's
with a gift of gab and tryin' to hook up with the hookers
who was quick to stab remember mama's cooking
No school straight hookin'
and tryin' to get with light skinned
cause she good looking
And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't paying
call the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biotch)
I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck
I had to move around a lot
'cause my moms was stuck
I had family but I was way too wild
had to move to the West to regain my style
These,
[Chorus 'til end with ad libs]

(Tupac)
Aight, new drink
one part alazhay one part chrystal
Thugs Passion baby
y'all know what time it is
This drink is Gauranteed
to get the pussy wet and the dick hard
now if ya with me
Pour a glass and drink with a nigga
know what I mean
I ain't trying to turn you all niggas into alcholics
Alcholics [ha ha]
I'm just trying to turn you into muthafuckin thugs
So come and get some of this thug passion Baby
(Dramacydal)
I could pull out the [drink]
and be good 'till it's relevant but
I'm a straight solider, I'll roll up a nigga
like its seven cent
Tripping over dead presidents
they got us starein'
I throw it down this with business
They clown and try to get us
and It's so evident
stand forever and be thinking
drinking over a felony
and hell of me and how it will be some other shit
People telling me to cool out
But they ain't filling me
a mutha fucking food bound
my fuckin cheddar cheese
and a please passion of mine
Thuggin huggin plenty of G's
and laughing while I pass through time
And all thes back stabbers be watchin
Just keep it plain
I'm a keep it the same partner
Just take it the simple game
I can pinkle with the rain twinkling
diamonds and thangs go plinklin
enough to hold until I'm old and wrinklin
and These adversaries
they gonna have to be worrying
cuz I'm a be illing
Fufillin my Passion
Till I'm burryin'
My Thug Passion
Chorus (Jewell)
I heard it's the bomb
and you got it going on
give me some of your Thug Passion Baby
You got me dripping wet
from the way you make me sweat
give me some of your Thug Passion Baby
owwowwwowwww
(Dramacydal)
Now what if me
turn this Henessee
into a robbery
the Prophecy probably suddenly
switch and How it supposed to be
And Dirty money be evil
Can't be evil cuz it's filling up my tummy see
Born in a position
Death collision
was futuristic
twisting riches
But there is only one way to make mo'
so I'm standing on the corner
trying to hustle in the snow
and My bigga bro
couldn't know
but buy a four four
blasting at playa hating
runnin' mo'
with a Thug Passion
(Dramacydal)
Putting down mashin'
control by this Thug's Passion
unlike them other bustas pistol blastin'
I'm asking, What Happened
To the niggas who kept them bail
like they claim to
that's when I bang do
see thang true
Traveling this road my whole soul
been consolidated
with all this bullshit I done tolerated
How I made it
can easily stated
like my heart be gripped with the Passion
Must be the fucking greatest
Load up and take shit
(Dramacydal)
Make this to some high dollar gangster shit
jake a stack till we got enought bank to split
(Storm)
Creep with me
with that Imortal flow
Thug Passion got you tremblin'
like Death on the Row
make your move
so I can throw your mind a curve
while i'll be blowin up tha scene
like my nigga Mr. Herb
take a toke
as your heart goes full arrest
I got tha bomb
so nigga, fuck tha rest
ya need a 3rd to get ya flowin'
and let that loc see smoke
feelin' tha strokes of tha lines squeeze tight and slow
Chorus (Jewell)
I heard it's the bomb
and you got it going on
give me some of your Thug Passion Baby
You got me drippin' wet
from the way you make me sweat
give me some of your Thug Passion Babby
owwowwwowwww
(Tupac)
They say money don't make tha man
but damn i'm makin' money
observin' you muthafuckers
cause some of you bitches
say you want it
but you bullshitin'
lickin' them lips
you got me about to act a fool quick
sippin' on some Alazay and Chrystal
meanwhile
buy me a drink
and get to winking at me
she smiles
our niggas full of passion
Satisfaction is everlastin'
Now there's a fear
what i'm askin'
while i'm rubbin' on that ass
why you laughin'
see, i'm diggin' as if i'm curious
full blown and furious
baby get a grip
when I be doin' this
It's so physical
my attraction
driven by alchol
beware of my reaction
baby i'm goin' to war
thugged out on Death Row
You better recognize
and picture what I said so
Now you can feel it
it's a poiton for my niggas in motion
forever blastin'
bitches ain't ready for this Thug Passion
Chorus (4x) (Jewell)
I heard it's the bomb
and you got it going on
give me some of your Thug Passion Baby
You got me drippin' wet
from the way you make me sweat
give me some of your Thug Passion Baby owwowwwowwww

(Toss it up!)
[Tupac]
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 nobodys 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:
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 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!

(feat. Val Young)
[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

Troublesome nigga
[chorus plays in background]
Troublesome 19-muthafuckin-96 (westside)
Let it be known nigga
Boss of all bosses, Makaveli
Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon
making niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections
can you picture my specific plan
to be the man in this wicked land,underhanded hits are planned
scams are plotted over grams and rocks
when outlaw motherfuckers die by the random shots
we all die in the end, so the feds we swore
I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes
me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata
got me a dog get nigga Mobb bitch nigga eata
what could they do to me that little brat
shit them niggas shot me and still terrified, I'll get their ass
how can I show you how I feel inside
we outlawz motherfuckas can't kill my pride
niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after im gone
cause they fear me in physical form let it be known
I'm troublesome
[chorus]
tra la la la la la all ya niggas die [several times]
trouble shit
gutter ways my mentality is ghetto
we're guerillas in this criminal war, we all rebels
death before dishonor bet on bomb on them first niggas do
we came for murder, pullin' up in a herse
westside was the war cry bustin' all freely screaming fuck
all ya'll niggas in Swahili
pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back
release me to care of my heartless strap
say my name three times like Candyman
bet I roll on your ass like an avalance
a soul survivor, learned to get high and pull drive bys
burned my folks, can't control my nine
hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please
busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee
picture me lettin this chump survive
redin' up on his ass when I'm doped and died
cause I'm troublesome
[chorus]
murder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme
the crime rate ain't decline
niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind
like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind
tell me young nigga never learned a thang
dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang
sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry
try to warn the little nigga either stop or die
mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream
afraid to sleep in havin' of crazy dreams
vivid pictures of my enemies and family times
God to forgive me cause it's wrong but I plan to die
need to take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep
did the best I could, raised in insanity
or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life
ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life
cause I'm troublesome

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....
[Chorus]
(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
[Chorus]
(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
[Chorus]
(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

(feat. Anthony Hamilton)
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong, that's just for us
Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean Where do niggaz go when we die
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
That's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
... at thug mansion
[Verse One]
A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion
[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Children, dead homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise
In the skyyyyyyyyyy..
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Only place that's right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise
In the skyyyyyyyyyy..
[Verse Two]
Will I survive all the fights and the darkness
Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed
I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good
for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots
Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us
They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain
why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change
Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain
I need a place to rest my head
with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead
Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it
I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go
How can I be peaceful I'm comin from the bottom
Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him
I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape
the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion
[Chorus w/ minor ad lib variations]
[Verse Three]
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday
Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came
Little LaTasha sho' grown
Tell the lady in the liquor that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion
[Chorus - repeat 2X (w/ ad libs)]

This Motherfucking life I lead
shit
A hell of motherfucking road blocks
And crooked cops
We still ride though
What side?
Westside
[Verse 1: Tupac]
I want money in large amounts
My garage full of cars that bounce
Movin' my tapes in major ways
Cause every dollar counts
Bustas is jealous
And half these nigas is punks
They runnin' off at the mouth
'Till I fill up with my pump
They jump
My automatic keep 'em weary
While you fronting like you Billy bad ass
Nigga you scary
I been knowing you for years
We was high school peers
In Junior High
I was itchin' to kill
And you was ready to die
While you bullshitting
Niggas was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places
Leaving no trace
They see my face and then they buried
Them bitches die in a hurry
Still I ride
I'm never worried
Mr. Makaveli
Tell me to ride and I'ma ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd
And muthafuckas die
It's not the way I wanna live
My nigga
It's how it is
Homie got into a fight
Last night they killed his kids
[Chorus x2]
In this life I lead
Fiend for currency
Get high off weed
Collect g's
Make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga
Holla my set
And watch them ride
Outlaw mother fuckers
'Till we die
In this life I lead
[Verse 2: Young Noble]
I ain't a killer but don't push me dog
For that family I'll send that ass straight to God (what you doing nigga?)
And in this life I lead
I've seen the most
Of my 23 years
My vision is blurry
The money is clear
Some of my peers
Eternally will sleep in a coffin (yeah nigga)
And noble on the road
I'm extremely cautious (westside nigga you know how we do it)
It happened that fast
Split second your gone
At the top of my tombstone
Put noble is raw
Outlaw
'Till I'm under the floor
For Kadafi the prince
I stack dough like a clock on the bricks
With a watch on my wrist dog
I know the time these days
We outlaws
We gonna die this way (nigga)
We already in the history books
Pac made sure of that
Whateva you took
We taking it back
You know it's all for the foundation
Outlaws
We still building the thug nation
Holla at your homie
[Chorus 2x]
In this life I lead
Fiend for currency
Get high off weed
Collect g's
Make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga
Holla my set
And watch them ride
Outlaw mother fuckers
'Till we die
In this life I lead
[Verse 3: Napolean]
It ain't but nothing air between us
Oxygen is gettin hot
Got a problem
Mo' fag ass nigga kick rocks
Now *censored* on the phone
And the nigga talking crazy
I don't know who to blame
Him or *censored* for killing babies
I'm a New Jers' Devil
The street created rebel
Only got one shot to produce
On every level
This is Maximus
Go to the max I must
Nigga I came from not much
So money I clutch
Uhuh
Napolean the strength of strong arm
With a dick they whistle and ride
I put a move up on
I'm a
Hardcore
Product of the ghetto
Been blessed fo' sho
To eat from out the ghetto
I maneuver in the right lane
Quick to push back lanes
Switch it to the left lane
I play with my hands
And I'm plotting on the fortune
It's gettin hot and scorching
I'm thinking like a scorpion
That torturing an enemy
[Chorus 2x]
In this life I lead
Fiend for currency
Get high off weed
Collect g's
Make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga
Holla my set
And watch them ride
Outlaw mother fuckers
'Till we die
In this life I lead
[Verse 4]
Now with this outlaw lifestyle
That I've been introduced to
Money and hoes keep us closer to Lucifer (what's up Kurupt)
Steady seducing us
And I'm all for it
It's the life for me
And the law cant spoil it
So you can call it what the fuck you want (right)
But I'm a baller alcoholic with a sawn-off pump (nigga)
My mamma ain't raise no punk
And even dead Pac
So when I jump off
I breathe for Yak
Been puttin in work
So I walk with a bop
And it safe at home
So I sleep with a glock (no mistakes)
Thug living
What the fuck would be better
I do my dirt with the family
So we dying together
[Verse 5: Edi]
We on a mission for mo'
Gangsta shit on you hoes
We ain't fucking with you lawyers
Crossing niggas up out there dough
Trying to live godzilla
Edi went from a bad boy
To a anybody killer
Look out
Wanted man
Guns in hand
Stand firm
Nuts are my pride
Now lets burn
Bound and profound
Going down swinging
Holding my ground
We the last ones breathing
No stopping till we eating
Deep in the trenches
So many killings
It's senseless
So in this life I lead
I stay protected
My god my squad
And this thing in my palm
Now all my hustling motherfuckers
Get your money
Sing along
[Chorus x2]
In this life I lead
Fiend for currency
Get high off weed
Collect g's
Make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga
Holla my set
And watch them ride
Outlaw mother fuckers
'Till we die
In this life I lead
This motherfucking life I lead nigga
You know what time it is
Westside
Deathrow
Dogg pound
Everybody killer
Bad boy killer
?? killer
Anybody killer
Fuck all y'all niggas
If it ain't westside nigga it ain't Pac
That's on my momma

(featuring The Outlawz)
[Tupac]
Staring at the world through my rearview
Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean?
Starin...
Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops
Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop
I wonder when the world stopped caring last night
Two kids shot while the whole block staring
I will never understand this society, first they try
to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed
All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's
crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies
flee when they see me, believe me
Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen
Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan
and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse
full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend
I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true
While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see)
[repeat 2X]
(They got me) starin at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we)
Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers
[repeat 2X]
[E.D.I.]
Now you see him, now you don't, some niggaz
be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em?
Well let's see, it seems to be a mystery
But all I know I never let the money get to me
Stay down like the, truest
Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this
Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to
While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview
Half you, is down with them Outlawz
Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws
But still we keep mashin til our dreams come through
Starin at the world through my rearview
[Tupac]
Now I was raised as a young black male
In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales
Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails
In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me?
Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection
Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin
Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons
Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter
cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya
Talk to my guns like they fly bitches
All you bustas best to run look at my bitches
Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true
Still starin at the world through my rearview (I say)
[repeat 2X]
(They got me) starin at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die
Gettin high, watchin time fly -
and all my motherfuckers/nigga can die
[repeat 2X]
[Khadafi]
Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers
Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers
Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned
in school, on some Million Man March shit for the piece/peace
True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run
by young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep
Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough
So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew
Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview
[Tupac]
Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview
So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin
The world, the world is behind us
Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game
and what the levels and the rules of the game is
Then the world ain't no trick no more
The world is a game to be played
So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us
Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it
It's all about the papers, money rule the world
Bitches make the world go round
Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't
Starin at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die
Gettin high, watchin time fly, ya know/and we'll be

[Rha Goddess]
Ha ha!
Now who down with 'Pac? (I'm down with 'Pac)
Are you down with 'Pac? (Are you down with 'Pac?)
Yeah I'm down with 'Pac (yeah papi)
And we bout to take this one from the top (c'mon)
This is only for the righteous
Too hot too hot too hot too hot too hot too hot
Any of (?) and you can hide this
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon
This is only for the righteous
Too hot too hot too hot too hot too hot too hot
Any of (?) and you can hide this
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon
I'm down with the Strictly Dope so
that means I'm more than you can handle
(More than you can what?) Hot!
I'm, hotter than the wax from a candle
Him? That's 'Rock'
He's my microphone companion
Lyrics, full of the knowledge wisdom truth and understandin
Hobbies? Rappin, is my only recreation
(Microphone check one two)
Retire? What? You must be on some kind of medication
(You better get that head checked)
Why? Because I never loosen up my mic grip
(My mic grip, my mic grip)
Drugs? Never, cause I'm livin on the right tip
(On the right tip)
Sex? Only with my man cause I love him
(I love you baby)
Babies? Maybe one day I'll have them
(hmm, just not now)
Bored? Rarely cause I keep myself busy
(I got things to do)
Scratch? Nah, I leave the cuttin up to Dizzy
(chigga chigga chigga chigga)
Dizzy who's that? He's my DJ, he's the greatest
Word nah, he just pays me to say this
(Yo where's my money)
The mind, is something that I cultivate and treasure
Thanks (you're welcome) you're welcome, besides it was my pleasure
This is only for the righteous
Too hot too hot too hot too hot..
Any of (?) and you can hide this
Yo c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon
This is only for the righteous
It's too hot too hot too hot too hot too hot
Any of (?) and you can hide this
Yo c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon
Shakur.. Shakur.. Shakur.. Sh-sh-Shakur.. Shakur
Shakur.. Shakur.. Shakur.. Sh-sh-Shakur.. Shakur
Shakur.. Shakur.. Shakur.. Sh-sh-Shakur.. Shakur
{*to fade*}

F/ Ta'He
Dear Lord
As 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..

[Tupac]
Yah nigga, Drop the top on your muthafuckin ride
This how we do it on the west coast BAABBBY
Rollin' down the Four O Five
Gettin' high
White boys done wrecked their shit
Tryin to check my ride
I ain't being bootsy
Crusin' in a Six-o Impala
Drivin' like I'm in a Hooptee
car full of ballin' caps
keep yo hand on the strap
and take all the craps
Niggas know my steel-lo
all legit
but I'm drapped
like a nigga movin' kilo
Shit don't stop
cuz i can make that ass drop
make the front pop
And Hit the three wheel motion
All Day
Hit the freeway
take it easy, uhh
Let's slide
And pick-up some hoochies
ride
right back to the movies
High
talking back to the screen drinkin' liquor
Havin' big dreams of gettin' richer
I'm livin that
[Chorus (4x) (Tupac)]
Thug Life, y'all know the rules
gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay True)
Big Stretch represent the real nigga
flex, Live squad and this mutha fucker catch wreck
[Stretch]
Thug Life
sharp as a roughneck
Shakin' the dice, we roll long, ain't nothin' nice
so the vice wanna follow us around (raize up)
Got 'em runnin' as we clown thru the town (blaze up)
Another one, had to throw another gun
Don't need another case
you can see it on my face son
But I ain't fallin' yet
And I gotta give a shout to where my ball is at
[Tupac]
Mophreme Tell 'em why the hoes dream
gettin high off a nigga like a dope fiend
[Mophreme]
Cuz I'm non-stop, and I'm always hustlin'
twenty four seven, ain't nothin buck
but when a young G's flippin keys for a livin'
Try to make a mill off the time I'm givin'
trippin'
I'm crazy
Can't nobody fade me
And I been goin' insane lately
And everybody tryin ta hold me back
I'm about to snap
You better move back
You know I led a.....
[Chorus (4x) (Tupac)]
Thug Life, y'all know the rules
gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay True)
Maaaannnn, I don't worry about the Five-O
if they start,
cuz it's all about survival
Just stay smart
Keep your mind on your bank roll
always
stay ahead of these stank hos
These days
It's an all out rat race
And look at MEEE just caught another cat case
That makes three
My laywers getting cash up the ass
Don't even ask
Why I'm buck wild ?
Don't smile
don't laugh
To the young G's comin up
peep game
Don't let the money make you change
or act strange
Stay broke
It's all in together now
Keep pumping loud
till the crowd
bring the top down
Is that Tupac Thug Life ?
Hell Yah
Try to dirty up my name
but it's still here
which way do I turn ?
i'm strapped
Lost in the storm
I can't turn back
with that...
[Chorus (4x) (Tupac)]
Thug Life, y'all know the rules
gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay True)

[Tupac]
Staring at the world through my rearview
Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean?
Starin...
Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops
Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop
I wonder when the world stopped caring last night
Two kids shot while the whole block staring
I will never understand this society, first they try
to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed
All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's
crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies
flee when they see me, believe me
Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen
Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan
and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse
full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend
I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true
While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see)
[repeat 2X]
(They got me) starin at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we)
Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers
[repeat 2X]
[E.D.I.]
Now you see him, now you don't, some niggaz
be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em?
Well let's see, it seems to be a mystery
But all I know I never let the money get to me
Stay down like the, truest
Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this
Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to
While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview
Half you, is down with them Outlawz
Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws
But still we keep mashin til our dreams come through
Starin at the world through my rearview
[Tupac]
Now I was raised as a young black male
In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales
Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails
In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me?
Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection
Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin
Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons
Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter
cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya
Talk to my guns like they fly bitches
All you bustas best to run look at my bitches
Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true
Still starin at the world through my rearview (I say)
[repeat 2X]
(They got me) starin at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die
Gettin high, watchin time fly -
and all my motherfuckers/nigga can die
[repeat 2X]
[Khadafi]
Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers
Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers
Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned
in school, on some Million Man March shit for the piece/peace
True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run
by young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep
Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough
So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew
Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview
[Tupac]
Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview
So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin
The world, the world is behind us
Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game
and what the levels and the rules of the game is
Then the world ain't no trick no more
The world is a game to be played
So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us
Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it
It's all about the papers, money rule the world
Bitches make the world go round
Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't
Starin at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die
Gettin high, watchin time fly, ya know/and we'll be
[repeat 4X with vocal fade]

(feat. Trick Daddy)
Straight motherfuckin ballin
Part two, still ballin
Westside
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Now ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin
Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame
In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me
Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga
Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch-made niggaz hit 'em up, WESTSIDE
Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz
I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right
Passed by while these niggaz wonder by
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
Did I cry, hell nah, nigga tear I shed
for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
Niggaz still ballin
[Chorus: dominated by Trick Daddy]
Still ballin, until I die
You can bring your crew motherfucker
I be ballin, they wonder why
(You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers still)
[Verse Two: Trick Daddy]
Now as I kneel and pray I hope the Lord understand
When he's gone, devolve, I become a dangerous man
Ain't crazy or deranged, I'm sayin (I'm sayin)
But when these kids go to spray 'em boy I don't be playin
With clientele, any rhyme sales
Question is, will you fuck-niggaz ride for real, huh
Bitch nigga this is G rated
Plus your homeboy won't make it, street game Fugazi
I'm elevated to the top of this shit
Done fucked around and put me and 2Pac on the bitch
And you can tell 'em THUG LIFE was the reason for this
And I ride for any nigga who believe in the shit
I'm still ballin
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Still ballin, 'til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, niggaz wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the front page, shot to death, bullets to the head
Niggaz holla out my name and it's similar to rape
Motherfuckers know I'm comin, so they runnin to they graves, watch
Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound
Cause {Trick} don't give a fuck, where you coward niggaz now, blast
Keep pumpin, ain't worried bout nuttin
Busters thought we was frontin, so reload and keep dumpin
[Chorus - Trick Daddy version]
[Chorus - 2Pac version]
[2Pac] 'Til the day I die
[T.D.] THUG LIFE!
[2Pac] Still ballin.. motherfuckers still ballin
[2Pac] Straight motherfuckin ballin
[fades out]

2PAC
Soon as I get home...
Soon as I get home...
Dear baby it's me
Again stuck inside this mad pen
Tryin' to pay my debt fpor all my sins
These is penitentiary times
Be so heavy on my mind
At times... it's like I'm livin' just to die
I'm livin' in hell
Stuck in my jail cell
Stranded in the county jail
Waitin' for my chance to post bail
I wanna be paid in large stacks
And mash in fast Jags
I blast and wonder how long will I last
My memories fade when I'm intoxicated
Bustas is shady
So I'm dumpin' on cowards crazy whenever faded
I know I said it all before but now I mean it
Visions of me and you ballin'... so crystal clear I see it
Even though you mad at me
You'll be glad to see the strategy
Of makin' these chips come... so easily
I max out in the morning baby life is good
Me and you against the whole hood
Soon as I come home...
Garb my strap
Locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get the money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a warzone
Soon as I come home...
Sittin' here lookin' at pictures of me and you livin'
But now you out in the world... while I'm twisted in prison
Love letters come daily
Words of affection
You send me money and nude pictures... beggin' for some sex
Stay wide open keep your eyes peeled
And my advice is keep it it real or you could die squealin'
Plus I never have to worry about a visit
'Cause you're there daily
Gaurds tryin' to get your number
You don't dare tell me
Tongue kissin' steady humpin'
Tryin' to touch you somethin'
'Fore the C.O. in the corner jump in
Frontin'
Late nights reminiscin'
Everybody's queit
I think somethin's in the air
Prepare for the riot
It's padlocks in my socks
Steel from the bed springs
I touch 'em with thug love
And then let they heads ring
Started a war but now I'm gone
Release me to the streets in the morning
It's on
Soon as I get home...
Grab my gats
Locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a warzone
Soon as I get home...
Kadafi
Since you've been gone
My whole life's been like a game of c-low
Take and pick like they keep a c-note
Fillin' my dreams like Nino... Brown
The whole town be shook up
And me and mama survivin'
Depends on how many rocks... the young nigga cook up
Narcotics got drastic
Seen 'em niggas you blated
Wantin' me in a casket
On the grind coppin' plastic
Yeah nigga I heard
Little Moo gave the word
You get parol on the third
It's all out we just heard
We out here frontin'
Still here but all about nothin'
My double o's what I'm wantin'
And I'm tryin' to see somethin'
That we ain't never had
Luxury life results... livin' bad
Tricks of the trade
Shit that should've been taught by dad
But learned through the crew
Lessons between me and you
And once we lock this shit down
It ain't a thing they could do
Meawhile I stay waitin' by the phone
Hopin' I get the call
Tellin' a nigga that you home...
2PAC
What?
Grab the gats
Locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a warzone
Soon as I get home...
Grab my gats
Locate my comrades
Go get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a warzone
Soon as I get home...
Grab my gats
Locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a warzone
Soon as I come home...
Grab my gats
Locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a warzone
Soon as I get home...
Grab my gats
Locate my comrades
Go get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a warzone
Soon as I get home...
Grab my gats
Locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a warzone
Soon as I get home...
Grab my gats
Locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get my money out the safe...(fades gradually)...

(*laughter echoes*)
I've changed...
You motherfuckers kill me
I've changed...
It ain't that i've changed
But it's strange how you motherfuckers rearrange
When I found fame
Point ya finger at tha bad guy
You know what my momma used to tell me
If ya can't find something to live for..
.. then you BEST, find something ta die for
(Richard Pryor: "If there's hell below, we're all gonna go!")
(*repeat the above throughout*)
Deep deep
La'tasha Hardings, remember that name...
Cause a bottle of juice... ain't something to die for
Young Quaid, remember that name...
Cause all you motherfuckers
That go to your grave with that name on your brain
Cause jealousy and recklessness is NOT, something to die for
All you niggas out there (*echoed laughter*)
Got a crack that crumbles
When I say all you niggas (all you niggas)
Unite
One nigga, teach two niggas
Four niggas teach more niggas
All the poor niggas
The pen niggas
The rich niggas
The strong niggas
UNITE
There's more of us than there is of them
Look around...
Check your strip
Deep deep
That's something to die for
Black
That's something to live for
What do I know?

(feat. Eminem, Outlawz)
[2pac]
Sometimes its hard to wake up in the morning
Mind full of demons, I don't wanna hear them anymore
Got me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming
Cause they seeing destruction before they a see human being
So they start smoking weed, we'll never get our day
Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape
Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die
Before we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught in guns
Smoking weed, can all make a change
So I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold,
I keep hoping please, if you prefer to breathe,
Communities in need of people that will lead
Keep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try
Until the day I die, I promise to be wise
With my heart open, greed, brings only misery
A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free
Only a few chosen, rise (rise)
My ghetto queen, rise (rise)
Don't be afraid to try (try)
Too many of us died to the door to open wide
My brother be wise, stay focused on the prize
Though everybody dies
We can...
[Eminem]
Only learn to take, our anger and our hate
Control our mental state, settle down, and just set it straight
Maybe we can learn to take a second to pump the brakes
For we said it, regret it later, and let it escalate
Cause by then its too just late, theres so much we can take
Theres only so much someone can swallow and tolerate
To the point that he just breaks, snaps and thats all it takes
You'd think that we was learning from other rappers mistakes
But we aint
Its plain to go against, with every artists, comes the image he portrays
And a picture that he paints
But in the midst of all this anger and this angst
Never once did you hear me say I'm a gangster and I aint hear no complaints
But I know, that I will always continue to grow,
As long as I lead and never follow no one else's shadow
There will never be another me
And that I can guarantee
Thats why the fuck I remain sucker free to this day
The game will never be the same
No matter how much fame or success they attain
There will never be another me
And no matter what they do
There will never be another you
You can search but you'll never find
You can try to rewind time
But in your hearts and your minds
We will never die
We are forever alive
And we continue growing....
[2pac]
One day at a time
Don't be caught in the publicity and caught in the hype
Rappers are regular people minus money and light
Searching for fortune and fame, and super stardom
All the jewelry, all the cars, whose crew is the hardest.
Now the hip-hop police, the villains is watching
And kids think beef is the only option
Outlaws born filthy, guilty as charged
My memories of him die, but makaveli lives on
You think the industry is fun
And no pity with guns
And when your money is up
Thats when your enemies come
So if he died and came back
Would he try to save rap?
We needing a change, the drama remains
I spent my whole life, fighting myself
That I cant win so I'm inviting some help
and every now and then I take rights from left
Im still just like a kid, looking for stripes on my belt
And that there is a fight in itself
So I just pray and hope god
Take a like to myself
No matter how much I try (stay alive)
I'm gunna die mad, still standing there in love with my pride
Heard frivolous beats, we past that
I'm trying to keep some income coming in
And collect on my ass cap
The rappers in the game aint changed
And I finally realized that we not in the same game
The hating will never end, so I guess I'll deal wit it
Them 4-5 with cop killers, just some steel wit it
The streets is military, you gotta be a soldier
Gotta stay leery and keep your eyes on the rollers
As they do what they gotta do to shackle and hold us
So we gotta do what we gotta do to keep rolling
One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind
and we continue growin...
[2Pac]
...One day at a time. Damn!

[Verse 1]
The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out
stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out
Pray to my God everyday but he don't listen
the poverty bothers me but mama's working wonders in the kitchen
Listen I can hear her crying in the bedroom
praying for money we never think would she be dead soon
Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else
at 13 can't feed myself
Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me
wish he would've helped me
too much like him 'til my mama don't love me
On my own at a early age gettin' paid
and I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid
Where did I go astray I'm hanging in the back streets
running with G's and dope fiends will they jack me?
Can't turn back my eyes on the prize
I got nothing to lose
everybody gotta die
say good-bye to the bad guy
that one you fucked when you passed by
Buck buck [gunshots] from a Glock
tempured glass fly
Do or Die walk a mile in my shoes
and you'd be crazy too
with nothing to lose
[Chorus]
I got nothing to lose
(that's why I got gang related)
got nothing to lose [5x]
nothing to lose
[Verse 2]
I thank the Lord for my many blessings
though I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection
from the barrel of the Smith Wesson
and all my niggas in the pen'
here we go again
Ain't nothing seperating us from a mack 10
Born in the ghetto as a hustla older
straight soldier bucking at them bustas
No matter how you try niggas never die
We just retaliate with hate then we multiply
see me striking down the block hittin' co'ners
Mobbin' like a muthafucka livin' like I wanna
Ain't no stoppin' at the red lights I'm sideways
Thug Life muthafucka criiime pays
Let the cops put they lights on
chase me nigga
zig-zaggin' through the freeway
race me nigga
In a high speed chase with the law
the realest muthafucka that you ever saw
I'm livin' raw 'til they bury me don't worry me
I'm high livin' like I ain't afraid to die
And you could walk a mile in my shoes
and you'd be crazy too
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Ain't no escape from a deadly fate
and everyday there's a million black bodies put away
I'm startin' to lose hope
it seems everybody's on dope
Mama told me to leave 'cause she was broke
Sometimes I choke on the indo
peepin' out the window alone on my own
I'm a criminal
Got no love from the household I'm out cold
in the streets give me muthafucking peace
I got nothing to lose
and something to prove
What do I do live Thug Life nigga stay true
I wonder when they kill me
is there a Heaven for a real G
Lord forgive me if you feel me
'Cause all my life I was dirt broke
with no hope li'l skinny muthafucka wantin' dough
I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade
but everyday it's a struggle to get major paid
Anyway it's so hard on a nigga in this city
no pity and ain't no love for the scrubs that be buyin' time
If you could walk a mile in my shoes you'd be crazy too
with nothing to lose
[Chorus]
[Outro]
It was a what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga
We be the craziest...Muthafucka!
You know!
It was a what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga
We be the craziest!

Straight outta Oakland, California where we spark it on ya
Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners
I remember drinkin Hennesey, smokin weed
Fantasize about the things we'd grow to be
Had a partner named Snoop, loved to clown a stank
Smoke a pound a day, commenced to down a drank
Shooting craps in the alley til they chased us off
Pour a little for my homies but don't waste it all
Oooohweee, who popped that coochie best?
On my tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest
Having house parties in a crowded spot
And you can tell it's hot, they talk loud a lot
Everybody wanna dance when the slow jam come
Lookin dumb, cause you waitin for your chance to hump
Straight grindin, everybody havin fun
And it's cool til a fool pull a loaded gun
Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over
He had to act a fool now the party's over
Gun shots rang like it's thunder
And everybody bum rushing and I'm rushing to get a number
Says she got a man but she's lying
Why? I seen her talking to this other guy and..
he's a dealer so you know she gonna sweat him
I ain't trippin I just hope he get em, I got nuttin but love
[chorus]
[singers] Ain't got nuttin but love for ya
[2Pac] I'm down for yours, nuttin but love
[repeat 4X]
I love to go back, to the block I got my game from
Cause uh, old man still drinkin, his breath still stinkin
He'd love to tell ya what he's thinkin
But I can't diss him he's my elder
He been livin here longer what that tell ya?
And little girls playin double dutch
Still blush, cause she don't get in trouble much
It's uhh, ponytails and barrettes
I gotta make it back home, before the sun decides to set
And little boys playin stick ball, quick y'all
Get out the street before they hit y'all
And as I reminisce, I think about my ghetto bliss
And wonder how we came to this
I help an old lady across the street, the cost is free
I can't take what she offers me
And this is how the world could be
This is how the world should be
Feels good to be back on the streets
Cause I know they got love for me, nuttin but love
[chorus]
When I was young I used to want to be a dealer see
Cause the gold and cars they appealed to me
I saw our brothers getting rich slangin crack to folks
And the square's getting big for these sack of dope
Started thinking bout a plan to get paid myself
So I made myself, raised myself
Til the dealer on the block told me, "That ain't cool
You ain't meant to slang crack, you a rapper fool"
I got my game about women from a prostitute
And way back used to rap on the block for loot
I tryed to make my way legit, haha
But it was hard, cause rhymes don't pay the rent
And uhh, it was funny how I copped out
I couldn't make it in school, so finally I dropped out
My family on welfare
I'm steady thinking, since don't nobody else care
I'm out here on my own
At least in jail I have a meal and I wouldn't be alone
I'm feelin like a waste, tears rollin down my face
Cause my life is filled with hate
Until I looked around me
I saw nothing but family, straight up down for me
Panthers, Pimps, Pushers and Thugs
Hey yo, that's my family tree, I got nuttin but love
[chorus repeats for a while w/o 2Pac]
Oaktown -- [singers] ain't got nuttin but love for ya
ain't got nuttin but love for ya [repeats to fade]

(Tupac speaking)
Hey Devante...
don'tcha' know we're gonna sow up every bitch in tha country
Me and you...up in tha same muthafucken room
on tha same level...with this shit here....please
...No more Pain...
that's right nigga
and guard that shit boy
(Tupac)
My adversaries cry like hoes
fully eradicate my foes
My lyrics explode on contact
Gamin' you hoes
who else, but Mama's only son
Fuck phony niggas on the run
Say my name, watch bitches cum
Now fire when ready
Stay watchin'
now figure
Increase speed
Make you mutha-fuckas bleed
from your mouth quicker
Plus all these niggas that you run with
Be on some dumb shit
Trick on the hoes
I ain't the one bitch
Hollar my name and witness game official
It's so sick
Have every single bitch
that came with yah, on my dick
Plus this alcohol increases the chance
to be deceased
I'm movin' you stupid bitches
This is telekeniousis
Am I reachin your brain
Nigga How can I explain
How vicious this thug mutha-fucka came
When I die
I wanna be a livin' legend
Say my name
Affiliated with this mind fuckin' game
with no more pain
Chorus(4X)
I came to bring the pain
Hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside, my astroplane
Line up my adversaries, blast on sight
And fuck your boyfriend
Bitch, I want some ass tonight
You know my stilo
Alazhay and chrystal weed
sure you've heard of all the
freaky shit they say about me
Plus all you Bustas is jealous
Pull your gun out and blast
I dare you niggas to open fire
I'll murder that ass
And disappear before the cops come runnin'
My glocks spittin' rounds
niggas fallin' down clutchin' their stomach
It's west side, death row,
Thug niggas on the rise
Plus they shot my five times
Real niggas don't die
Can ya hear me
Laced with this game
I know you fear me
Speak and seek what you want
So cowards fear me
My only fear of death
is reincarnation
heart of a solider
with a brain to teach your whole nation
And feelin' no more pain
Chorus(4X)
I came to bring the pain
Hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside, my astroplane
Bury me that's what they all say
It's time to make a killin'
Sure to make a million
With Devante
Bitch I know you want me
What your mouth say
Now, watch your eyez
You don't wanna get with me
that's a lie
I got my hands on your hips
No time to bullshit
freaky bitch, come give me kiss
Tell niggas from other areas
Brothas from here
so obsessed with this money makin'
there's nothin' we fear
Now they label me a trouble-maker
Cuz, I'm a ridah
Death to you playa-haters
Don't let my find yah
Mama made me rugged
Baptised the public
Now you hard thugs, nigga don't you love it
It's similar to multiple gunshots
Retaliation is a must
Wasn't to sure what yah facin'
So watch the guns bust
You niggas will bleed
fuckin' with me
You'll be deceased
Never restin' in peace nigga
with no more pain
Chorus(4X)
I came to bring the pain
Hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside, my astroplane

Here we go; we gonna send this one out to the old school
All these motherfuckers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island
Queens, and all the motherfuckers that laid it down, the foundation
yaknowhatI'msayin? Nuttin but love for the old school
That's who we gonna do this one for, ya feel me?
'What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way' -- [Grand Puba]
[repeat 3X]
Nothin like the old school/ain't nuttin like the old school
'What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way' -- [Grand Puba]
I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz
LL raisin hell but, that didn't last
Eric B. Rakim was, the shit to me
I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D
and Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill
Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real
Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane
when De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game
I can't explain how it was, Whodini
had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was
Them block parties in the projects, and on my block
You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock
Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte
Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night
With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic
Remember 'Push It' was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school
'What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way' -- [Grand Puba]
Heheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school
'What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way' -- [Grand Puba]
Ain't nuttin like the old school
'What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way' -- [Grand Puba]
Yeaheheh, it ain't nuttin like the old school
'What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way' -- [Grand Puba]
Nuttin like the old school
'What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way' -- [Grand Puba]
Ain't nuttin like the old school
'What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way' -- [Grand Puba]
Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's
A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets
I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss
before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember
way back, the weak weed they had
Too many seeds in the trey bag
I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin
with some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin
cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, 'Why them niggaz swearin?'
I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember
Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall
or takin leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall
Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile
A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle
Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true
Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school
'What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way' -- [Grand Puba]
Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school
'What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way' -- [Grand Puba]
Ain't nuttin like the old school
'What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way' -- [Grand Puba]
Nuttin like the old school
'What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way' -- [Grand Puba]
Nuttin like the old school
'What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way' -- [Grand Puba]
Ain't nuttin like the old school
'What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
if the old school didn't pave the way' -- [Grand Puba]
Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts
And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters
When Slick Rick was spittin La-Di-Da-Di
Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber
breakdancin to Melle Mel
Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells
Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti
Be careful don't let the transit cops see me
It ain't nuttin like the old school!
[Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end]
It ain't nuttin like the old school
Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school
Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school
Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?
Member how fuckers used to go, 'Is Brooklyn in the house?'
and motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND
That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)
I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say
they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb
Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga
Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes?
Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that?
Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?
(LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)
The ice cream truck, member all the mother...
Member the italian icey's yo?
Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down
with the coconut icey's and shit?
I came through the door, said it before
That was the SHIT!

[repeat softly 2X in the background]
All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
[audible after 'Pac says the word 'welfare']
['Pac talking as 'Soulja']
They cuttin off welfare..
They think crime is risin now
You got whites killin blacks,
cops killin blacks, and blacks killin blacks
Shit just gon' get worse
They just gon' become souljas
Straight souljas
[Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)]
All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
[2Pac as 'Soulja']
Crack done took a part of my family tree
My mom is on the shit, my daddy's splittin, mom is steady blamin me
Is it my fault, just cause I'm a young black male?
Cops sweat me as if my destiny is makin crack sales
Only fifteen and got problems
Cops on my tail, so I bail til I dodge 'em
They finally pull me over and I laugh
'Remember Rodney King?' and I blast on his punk ass
Now I got a murder case..
.. you speak of heaven punk? I never heard of the place
Wanted to come up fast, got a Uz and a black mask
Duckin fuckin 'Task', now who's the jack-ass?
Keep my shit cocked, cause the cops got a glock too
What the fuck would you do - drop them or let 'em drop you?
I chose droppin the cop
I got me a glock, and a glock for the niggaz on my block
Momma tried to stab me, I moved out
Sold a pound a weed, made G's, bought a new house
I'm only seventeen, I'm the new kid
Got me a crew, bought 'em jewels, and a Uz'-thick
But all good things don't last
'Task' came fast, and busted my black ass
Coolin in the pen, where the good's kept
Now my little brother wants to follow in my footsteps
A soulja
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
Buck, buck - niggaz get fucked, don't step to this
Quiet as kept I'm blessed on a quest with a death wish
Tell 'em to come and test, and arrest, nigga it's hectic
Here's the anorexic, I'm makin it to an exit
Walkin through the streets on the black tip
Packed with several gats, cause I'm on some 'pay 'em back' shit
Niggaz don't wanna try me, brother you'll get shot down
Now I'm king of the block, since my bigger brother's locked down
I'm hot now, so many punk police have got shot down
Other coppers see me on the block, and they jock now
That's what I call a kingpin
Send my brother what he needs and some weed up to Sing-Sing
Tellin him just be ready set
Pack ya shit up quick; and when I hit, be prepared to jet
Niggaz from the block on the boat now
Every single one got a gun, that'll smoke - pow!
These punks about to get hit by the best
I'm wearin double vest.. so aim at my fuckin chest
I'll be makin straight dome calls
Touch the button on the wall, you'll be pickin up your own balls
I can still hear my mother shout..
'Hit the pig nigga, break your bigger brother out'
I got a message for the warden
I'm comin for ya ass, as fast as Flash Gorden
We get surrounded in the mess hall, yes y'all
A crazy motherfucker makin death calls
Just bring me my brother and we leavin
For every minute you stall, one of y'all bleedin..
They brought my brother in a jiffy
I took a cop, just in case things got tricky
And just as we was walkin out (BANG!)
I caught a bullet in the head, the screams never left my mouth
My brother caught a bullet too
I think he gon' pull through, he deserve to
The fast life ain't everything they told ya
Never get much older, following the tracks of a soulja
[Chorus]
[Chorus: softly in background 0.5X]
['Pac speaking over background]
Straight soulja, 1993, and forward..

featuring Eminem
[Intro:Tupac]
So what I wanna do, hopefully is... I wanna be, uhm not I wannabe I am Tupac
Shakur!
Tupac!
2005!
Guess who's back€ G-G-Guess who's back
G-G-Guess who's back€ G-G-Guess who's back
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
[Verse 1:Tupac]
Posse deep as I roll through the streets
Motherfuck the police as we creep in our Jeeps
Layin so low you think I'm sleep
But at the slightest beef, I'm robbin' niggaz sold they teeth
And no P.D can get the dick if they play toughie
Last time the niggaz rushed me I ain't bust but now I'm touchy
Trust me, ain't nothing jumping but these buckshots
And niggaz got enough knots at poppin at corrupt cops
Ten motherfuckaz catch a hot one
You wanted to start a problem, now you coward cops have got one
And there's no prison that can hold a
Motherfuckin' souljah ready to roll and take control
So now jack him while he's sleepin
Roll to the door, throw a grenade in the precinct
some people panic, brothaz bugged out
I had to keep poppin' cause they wont stop until they rubbed out
And their vest don't protect from the head wounds
Reload ammunitions and the bitches will be dead soon
Smoke risin' from the barrel of my shottie
I finally got revenge now count the bodies
Twenty cops, one for every year in jail
Trying to keep a nigga down but ya failed
Before I let you take me I told ya
Fuck being trapped, I'm a soulja
[Chorus: Eminem]
I betcha that I got something you aint got, that's called courage
It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon
I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person
I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin
You aint€
[Verse 2:Tupac]
My crew, 2Pac, and the Mad Bitch
In the '64 rag on them thangs that's a bad bitch
Gettin' ghost on them bitches in the town
Bustin' out the backseat nigga when we clown
Homie is you down?
Dee got the strap and she anxious
Hurry up before she spanks shit
Comin' round the corner spittin' rounds
They can't hold me down
Caught them sucka ass bitches outta bounds
Now tell me how that sound
A double date laced with hate
Make em pray for the judgment day
Now tell me how that sound
A double date laced with hate
Make em pray for the judgment day
Stinkin' biaatch!!
[Chorus: Eminem]
I betcha that I got something you aint got, that's called courage
It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon
I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person
I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin
You aint€ {Tupac}
[Outro:Tupac]
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja

Now of course I want peace on the streets
But realistically
Painting perfect pictures ain't never work
My misery was so deep
Couldn't sleep through all my pressures
In my quest for cash
I learned fast
Using violent measures
Memories of adolescent years
Their was unity
But after puberty we brought war
To our community
So many bodies dropping
Its gotta stop
I want to help
But still I'm stepping
Keeping my weapon
Must protect myself
The promise of a better tomorrow
ain't never reach me
Plus my teachers were to petrified in class to teach me
Sipping thunderbird
And grape kool-aid
Calling Earl since my stomach was empty
It seduced me to fuck the world
Watch my 'lil homies
Lose there childhood to guns
Nobody cries no more
Cause we all die for fun
So why you ask me if I want peace
If you cant grant it
Niggas fighting across the whole planet
So we can never be peace
Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom,
Still consumed by the beefs,
And I know there never be peace,
That's why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
Cause there can never be peace
Somebody owes me
Will they control me?, nah
I ain't a hater playa
But I want all you got
Your babies have babies
Now we fighting each other
My dogs got rabies
They biting each other
'n' it ain't hard to find a friend like mine
Big fully is a bully
And he don't mind dying
And I gotta be bright
Miss sign after sign
Time after time
After time after time
And I don't like nobody
They don't like me more
And I'm cool with that finally
But they heard it before
Dog
We living in a prison
Losing our religion on em
Thanks given when thankful just for living in hell
Damn homey I don't mean to be harsh
But it's the devil in the ghetto trying to tear it apart
And if we make it up out
We still stuck in the dark
Will there ever be peace?
Just the peace in my heart
Never
The only peace we got
Is the peace in our heart
Or the peace in our mind
Right there in piece that we hold in our waste line
Feel me dog?
Cm'on
Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom,
Still consumed by the beefs,
And I know there never be peace, (never)
Thats why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
'Coz there can never be peace
Things are changing
Nigga you better fantasize
I'm only concerned about me and mine in these times
The world is a ghetto where peace is not a part of it
We all goin' need God if we plan to get out of this
Niggas spending too much time hating on each other
Niggas buyin' guns
Load em up
Aim at each other
And the victim is you and me
The secret is true indeed
The good die
Mostly over bullshit
Repeatedly
Deep in me there's a part that wants nothing but love
But the rest of me knows war is what's waiting for us
So I stays ready
Keep my pay heavy and boss up
Stack my funds and my guns
Never rely on luck
Asking God to point out the imposters
Never let no weapon formed against me prosper
Cause they'll never be peace
So don't rely on it
Soldiers die for
And in the ghetto, they trying for it
FUCK PEACE
Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom,
Still consumed by the beefs,
And I know there never be peace,
That's why I keep my pistol when I walks the streets
Cause there can never be peace
Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom,
Still consumed by the beefs,
And I know there never be peace,
That's why I keep my pistol when I walks the streets
Cause there can never be peace
Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom,
Still consumed by the beefs,
And I know there never be peace,
That's why I keep my pistol when I walks the streets
Cause there can never be peace
Shit, fuck peace
On the strength till my niggas get a piece
We cant have peace
How the fuck we gonna live happy if we ain't got none?
You motherfuckers is smiling, but I'm mean mugging
Why? Cause gotta be thugging
I've seen drugs done turned this motherfucking hood out
All us niggas acting up
Wild ass motherfucking adolescents
These niggas ain't even got no childhoods no more
How the fuck can you have a childhood and you have a funeral every motherfucking weekend
And you motherfuckers talking about peace?
Nigga, it ain't no motherfucking peace
You ain't seen the news motherfucker?
You ain't heard?
Little babies getting smoked
Motherfuckers killing there whole family
'Lil kids getting thrown off buildings
Motherfuckers gettin abused
Peace? Niggas you out your motherfucking mind?
Fuck peace
We can't never have peace, till you motherfuckers clean up this mess you made
'Till u fucking clean up the dirt u dropped
'Till we get a piece
Fuck peace
Westside

[Featuring Ray]
[Tupac]
Fumble suckers tumble goddamm I'm good
since i was born I was strong
Always knew that I could
Don't care anywhere anyplace I rock
Give me a mic tonight competition I'll drop
Fast or slow I'll go and no one is gonna stop me
Yo you must be kidding you swear you gonna drop me no
Well sure as battlin is bad for your health
I know your confident boy but don't fool yourself
My mic's a weapon I'm steppin with a capable rhyme
Yo your time for playin is ova you got your crew I got mine
Not braggin I'm bad and I could only get betta
Your girl came on to me she wanted me I wouldn't let her
Don't make sense to come against me and my man "D"
How it is how it was that's the way it'll be
You still think you can beat me get it together
Cause I'll never be beat, never be beat, never
[Ray]
Boldly you steppin to the top of the piece
Cause I'm the predator competitor and I'm risin like yeast
I'm the microphone musician musically I'm the most
When I rumble you tumble like a burnt piece of toast
Proceed with caution i cannot be stopped
A deadly weapon that's kept inside a Sentry lock
Strong hold holding on but there's no holds barred
Fuck around feel the wrath and your forever scarred
Anybody want to battle step the hell up
Toss your ass like a salad and eat you all up
You climb the rope of success but you know you can't win
You get discouraged cause I hold the otha end
If I let you go like all the others you will fall
The vicious vocalist consoloist will still be raw
[Tupac]
Your bein waxed like a sucker but you'll neva recoup
I'm a veteran a breathren goin in like a troop
Try to stop me you can't you puff and you pant
Try to beat me at this game you gettin stomped like an ant
In the long run I'm the one that's holding the mic
Upset to get to me sweatin me for the rhymes that I write
This time we're goin at it get ready
Cause I'm your worst nightmare, fuck Freddy
Where's that mothafucker that said that I was a dope
Tyin up rhymes like a rope I'll pull it tight and I'll choke
You swear that you could beat me punk get it together
Cause I'll never be beat you punk, never
[Ray]
Hard is what you wanted knowledge is what you gettin
I'm movin and groovin and proven, you're still sittin
Got me blowin up, like a Hawaiian vulcano
Runnin things like Drano
Lettin you know that there ain't no-body
gonna diss me now I'm comin exact
I'm paid got it made cause I'm makin tracks
This is a lesson at bein dope that is
Cordless mics are mine and the wheels are his
Tons and tons of freaks I'm a mack daddy-o
Writin def jams while I'm chillin on my patio
You are useless as a toothless piranha
I'm ruthless now I'm gonna
Bust it and discuss it make it funky to hear
Paragraph to the people penetratin your ear
You wanna taste of it ooh here take a full dose
Burn you up like radiation if you get too close
[Tupac]
Cause my mouth is like an uzi when it moves so quick
And my lyrics are the bullets that I'm loadin it with
You wanna beat me homeboy I think you'll be destroyed
Get dropped like a habit and played like a toy
Never defeated I'm not conceited but let's face the facts
Couldn't beat me with a motherfuckin baseball bat
If I gave you a bomb that was nuclear armed
You could shoot it at me and I wouldn't get harmed
Cause punk you can't stop me bullets couldn't drop me
Stand on a mountain and still you couldn't top me
You think you'll beat me boy get it togetha
Cause I'll never be beat you punk, never
[Ray]
When you hear my thumpin it's a maximum charge
Cause I'm the hip hop hood the ringleader at large
Got a Ph.D in history
I'm deadly boy not a toy like a poetry, prodigy
Young beat conisseur hummin like a bird
It was true when uou heard I'm the wiz the word
Your eyes delate your eardrums expand
When my voice comes through speaker from the mic in my hand
Woofers stompin like thunder all about to explode
The needle on the nuance stuck in overload
Don't laugh cause I'm serious Mr. Mysterious
Don't make me wad (why) cause I get furious
Countless time is he just when you think I'm through
I let my melody stretch to make more for you
Just bust it cause I'm just too clever
and I'll never be beat ya punk, never

f/ Scarface
2Pac:
There's gonna' be some stuff that your gonna' see
That's gonna' make it hard to smile in the future
(No Doubt)
But whatever you see, through all the rain and pain
You gotta keep a sense of humor
Gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit
Remember that
Just keep ya head up
Our lifesytles be close caption
Addicted to fatal attraction
Pictures and actions be played back
In the mist of mashin'
No fairytales for this young black male
Some see me stranded in this land of Hell
Jail and crack cells
???? culture
Or the repercussion
While bustin' on back-stabbing vultures
Sellin' my soul
For material wishes
Fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend
Immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears, save your sympathy
My childhood years
Was spend burying my peers in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns
Waiting to breath:
"If you believe
you can achieve, just look at me"
Against all odds
Though life is hard, we carry on
Living in the projects
Broke with no lights on
To all the G's that follow me
Protect your essence
Born with less but your still precious
Just smile for me now
Chours:
Ohhh Won't you smile for me
(2Pac: Just smile for me now)
Ohhh Won't you smile for me
(Nigga you black, smile for me now)
Ohhh Won't you smile for me
(You ain't got nothin' to worry about)
(Smile for me now)
Ohhh Won't you smile for me
(and the next generation)
Scarface:
Now as I open up my story
With the blaze of your blunt
So you can picture thoughts slowly
Upon phrases I run
And I can walk you thru the dayz that it done
I often wish that I can save everyone
But I'm a dreamer
Have you ever seen a nigga
Who was strong in the game?
Over-looking his tomorrows
and they finally came
Look back on childhood memories
And I'm still feelin' the pain
Turnin' circles in my 9th grade
Dealin' Cocaine
To many hassels in my local lights
Survivin' the strain
And a man without a focused life
could drive him insane
Stuck inside a getto fantasy
Hopin' it'd change
But we're not focused on reality
We broken in Jane
Had a dream of livin' wealthy
Makin' it big
Over football
????
What take it
He did
And after all my mama's thankin' god
For blessing her child
All my mama gotz to do now is collect
And then smile
(2Pac: Smile)
Chours:
Ohhh Won't you smile for me
(Smile for me now)
2Pac:
Fuck tha world
As we unload, we witness furious speeds
Un-answered questions keep us all stressin'
Curious G's
Back stabed and bleeding
Crooked thoughs
Laced with weed
Learnin', duckin' stray shots
Bullets be hot
They burnin'
Inhale the shurm smoke
Visualize the flames
Will I be smothered by my own pain?
Strange wisdoms
Cowards conversate'
So quick to dis' us
Takin' pictures for the Feds
In desperate hopes they get us
Hit us all, give us plenty centuries
Forgive my stance
Sense I entered many penitentiaries
The best revenge
Is fuck friends
We milatary minded soljahs
Bustin' shots blindly
Trying to find Jahova
To help me
Somebody save me
Lost and crazy
Scared to drop a seed
Hopin' I ain't cursed babies
Maybe now
Niggaz feel me now
Picture my pain
Embrace my words
Make the world change
And still I smile nigga
Chrous till fade....
(Background singer till fade)

Never
You ain't never had a friend like me
Believe dat
Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
See at night I watch the sky
I take another breath
I smoke my Newport to the butt
Like it's the last muthafucker left
Just me and you evading enemies
Let you get my last shot of Hennessy
Ain't never had a friend like me
Remember memories so vividly
Was once a little dust kicker now becomes a G
Who can I call when they all fall
Collect calls to my dogs from the County Jail
Sendin me mail
Heard the blocks in the same shape
Ain't nothing changed
Niggaz slangin at the same place
The same faces
We suppose to always hate are foes
This life style is forever
Watch the game unfold
Sheddin Crocodile tears
Just got life plus
And you wonder if these white judges like us
Just stay strong
We'll appeal
Nigga you'll be free
Down with cha to the very end
Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
(Chorus 2x)
I'm down for you so ride with me
My enemies your enemies
Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
How can I be blamed
forgive me Lord I'm insane
In search of fame
Won't hurt to change
Follow in the foot steps of past dealers
Equipped with ski masks
No witnesses, as we blast fearless
Reckon now they feel us
more casualties
no survivors
Any man that defies us
Quickly dies
Cuz we ridahs
In my quest for chips
We wear vest
Equipped with automatic fire
We reply when my enemies trip
Me and you against the nation
Whispering while we conversatin
Cuz niggaz died over information
How much more can we take
Expect us all to wait
The world ain't ready for us yet
So lets make Clinton pay
(ha ha)
They never wanted us to make it
Everything that we posses
We had to fight and take it
I think the president is smokin weed
Bumpin this beat
Makin a livin out my misery
Till he got a friend like me
(Chorus 2x)
Promise to visit
I know it's rough in your cell
Recieving mail to the county jail
This is heel
when I was young, I could picture livin
In Luxury
So how the fuck did I end up in prison
Fuckin snitches
They got me crossed by my own side
I found him by his self
No drama, he alone die
Nobody cry
Should have never testified
You got my nigga 25
so now I sacrifice your life
Help to seperate me from my dog
Broken ties
Why the fuck should I let you live
When I'm dead inside
Rapid fire my delivery
I'm bustin at their whole crew
Nigga remember me
Hit up my Outlaw set
Then throw my pistol in the ocean
Ditch my ski mask
And get to straight coastin
It's visitin day at San Quinton
Always there to see your closes row dog
Cuz you ain't never had a friend like me
(Chorus 4x)
Come after us best be complete
My enemies your enemies
Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
You ain't never had a friend like me
(Till song fades

[Tupac Talking]
Hey Nate you know you gots to focus on this mutha-fucka
We gonna talk about these Skandalouz hoes
[I can talk about Skandalouz bitches]
I know you can, I know
Thats why we gonna do this
Daz on the beat
Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin' around on the piano
Nigga just drop this shit, like uhh this here
[Tupac]
I meet you through my homie
Now you act like you don't know me
So disappointed cuz baby that shit was so phony
It's not phony, you see no love for my closest homies
With my pager number uhh baby you was all up on me
While you proceed with precision
You had them taping hoes
No, I ain't mad at you baby
Go ahead an play them fools
They choose no to listen
So now he stuck inside his house
And can't leave without his bitch permission
My mission is to be a playa
My alias is boss
Drop the top on these jealous niggas
Playa let me floss
Y'all don't wanna see me in pain
I'll leave that ass like Toni Braxton, Never breathing again
It's Skandalouz
I never liked your back stabbing ass, trick
Yous tha watchin' money who you baggin' bitch
Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust
Cuz bitches live so Skandalouz
Chorus
[Nate Dogg]
She so Skandalouz (Repeated several times)
[Tupac]
How's it hangin'
cuz baby, from the back the shit is bangin'
I'll be stressing in this ghetto game
Trying to do my thang
Won't be no bullshit, no ass kissing
cuz bitch, I'll have you waking up
with all your cash missing, I'm askin'
As if I'm qualified, to analyze
You looking at a bitch that specialize in telling lies
she got a body that make a mutha-fucka fantasize
Her face ain't never shed a tear through her Skandalouz eyes
Blushin' , pressuring 'n popin'
Plus I knew she was a freak bitch
So why should it bother me
I've finally been sprung
Addicted to the heat of her tongue
Although, I don't know where she going shes making me cum
I've been trained as a Boss Playa
so hoochie staying, we got some hookers we can toss later
Before I let her get me I got up
Went into her purse and took a hundred dollars
Nigga, I'm so Skandalouz
Chorus
[Nate Dogg]
She so Skandalouz (Repeated several times)
[Tupac]
Dangerous 'n Ambitious while scheming on gettin' riches
I'm spitting at tricks, cuz I'm addicted to pretty bitches
currency motivated, not easily terminated
Now that we mad it, my niggas can never be faded
This is my prophecy, I gotta be paid
All you cowards that try to stop me, Are begging for early graves
I thought we was cool, I was a fool
thinkin' you could be true, when I don't fuck with your punk crew
These are the tales of my niggas doing time in tha cell
I went from hell to living well
Busting at niggas who said my name in vain
I ain't got no time for them tricks
I'm Heavy in the Game
I wanna be a balla please
But the bitches and the liquor keep on callin' me
I'm totein' free on the highway
formulating plans, I can't wait till I see L.A.
Chorus
[Nate Dogg]
She so Skandalouz (till fade)

I shall not fear no man but God
Though I walk through the valley of death
I shed so many tears (if I should die before I wake)
Please God walk with me (grab a nigga and take me to Heaven)
Back in elementary, I thrived on misery
Left me alone I grew up amongst a dyin breed
Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest
until I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest
Tell me can you feel me? I'm not livin in the past, you wanna last
Be tha first to blast, remember Kato
No longer with us he's deceased
Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets
Now rest in peace
Is there heaven for a G? Remember me
So many homies in the cemetery, shed so many tears
Ahh, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears..
Lord, I lost so many peers, and 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 the world cause I'm cursed, I'm havin visions
of leavin here in a hearse, God can you feel me?
Take me away from all the pressure, and all the 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,
baptized in eternal fire I'll shed so many tears
Lord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears..
Lord, I lost so many peers, and 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, to bring me closer
to embrace an early death, now there's nothin left
There was no mercy on the streets, I couldn't rest
I'm barely standin, bout to go to pieces, screamin peace
And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it
I had my mind full of demons tryin to break free
They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin the flame
inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game
No memories, just a misery
Paintin a picture of my enemies killin me, in my sleep
Will I survive til the mo'nin, to see the sun
Please Lord forgive me for my sins, cause here I come...
Lord, I suffered through the years (God) and shed so many tears..
God, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears
Lord knows I.. tried, been a witness to homicide
Seen drivebys takin lives, little kids die
Wonder why as I walk by
Broken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin high
This ain't the life for me, I wanna change
But ain't no future right for me, I'm stuck in the game
I'm trapped inside a maze
See this Tanqueray influenced me to gettin crazy
Disillusioned lately, I've been really wantin 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 hearin noises, think she fuckin all my boys, can't take no more
I'm fallin to the floor; beggin for the Lord to let me in
to Heaven's door -- shed so many tears
(Dear God, please let me in)
Lord, I've lost so many years, and shed so many tears..
I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears
Lord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears..
God, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears

[2Pac:]
Quit starin' at me like a infa red nigga
Don't fall to sleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggaz close they eyes
Seein' dreams in they sleep
But don't fall asleep
Don't fall to sleep
You can get ya cash on
Pictures of penny
Sippin' my glass full of henny
Hands on my semi-
Automatic kill for pennies
Approach for contact
Cause I'm live I multiply
Soon as I open fire
Niggaz die wit' open eyes
Scare to take a nap
It's a trap a long maze
Dreamin' of gettin' stacks
Makin' scratch the wrong way
What the song say
We murder motherfuckers daily
Black out blow the crack out
My lyrics neva fail me
I inhale strong weed then release the stress
Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west
Like yay-yo
Niggaz pull out when I say so
Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatal
'fficiently I delete then flee
The art of war
Livin' sucka free
Get wit' me
Motherfucker don't sleep
[Chorus x2: 2Pac]
Don't go to sleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggaz close they eyes
Seein' dreams in they sleep
But don't fall asleep
[Young Buck:]
I'm starin' thru my rear view
Doin' 'bout 90
The petal to the metal
So I can see what's behind me
Buckle up your seat belt eyes on the road
They know we ridin' dirty gotta play it how it go
They close down the projects the clubs been closed
And then they wonder why niggaz breakin down o's
I'm a run away slave
Ya get it nigga off the chain
I got that thug life shit runnin' thru my viens
And now they scare
They know that I been heaven sent
And yeah we know the dope comin' from the president
But look at us
We ain't got shit to lose
Feel like we ballin' if we got a new pair of tennis shoes
In the ghetto or better yet home sweet home
This is the land of the free
But to me that's wrong
I'm on my way to the white house strapped wit' my heat
So don't fall asleep
Come on niggaz
[Chorus x2]
[Chamillionaire:]
They say that the moe they hate ya the moe that it motivate ya
My mind set on grind my mental set on the paper
62 hours and countin' and I'm still awake
And they slippin' me sleepin' pills wit' the will I break
Broke nigga always tellin' ya how to make ya cash adjust
So I just stop listenin' and now my cash is up
Red dotted the media cause they always mad at us
I don't see 'em tryin' to mediate when we get gats and bust
They just instigate and as soon as the get the tape
It's dropped from my nigga life just as soon as they get the case
Personally I ain't trippin' on all this rappin' stuff
I'm takin' back my money counter cause it wasn't fast enough, yep
I got a couple problems (word) and none of 'em is money
Just those that love me to pretend to love me and say they buddies
Sometimes I want to maneuver with the ruger
To live like Freddie Krueger these nightmares just ain't as buddy
In meetings they always askin' what my passion is
(And the) money talks so I always have words to answer this (yep)
I can't relax cause its like I'm a fetti activist
Might see me on tv never a mat-tress
[Chorus]
Don't go to sleep
[Chorus]
Sleep banger
[Chorus x2]

(feat. Tyrese)
[2Pac]
Whassup Boo? Swear I'll never call you bitch again
You ain't fuck with me, hehehe
I swear I'll never call you bitch again
(All I just wanna say is um, if I fuckin apologized)
I swear I'll never call you bitch again
(I ain't mean to call you a bitch)
I'll never call you bitch again
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Damn - gave my homey 90 days for domestic violence
I try to picture myself, in this position but remain silent
I get to thinkin bout this shit, we been through
We close like kin but you remain my friend to
This life of sin, done got the both of us in trouble
But you always stay down for a nigga, so that's why I love you
Reminiscin needin tissues, fightin over childish issues
Swear I can't live witchu but withouchu every day I miss you
When we roll you hold my pistol, my gangsta bitch-ich
You always in the mood for love, that's why I'm sleepin witchu
Though not the man of your dreams, my plan and schemes
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
I see yesterday I called you names, and played games on yo' mind
I promise that I'll change in time
It's a complicated world, so girl just be a friend
I swear I'll never call you bitch again (and that's my word)
[Chorus: Tyrese + (2Pac)]
We came.. too far..
to throw it all away
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me)
We came.. way too far pretty baby
to throw it all away, throw it all away
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, heyyy)
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
I wake up early in the mornin, at the crack of dawn
Nigga still tired so I'm yawnin, and now I'm gone
Tryin to get my money on strong, so an early riser
Out befo' them other guys, that's the way to profit every time
Can't get too close, my enemies, they see ghosts, they envy me
Plus we been beefin with the East coast, with casualites
Got stopped in traffic, had a warrant, so they gaffled me
But while I'm gone, watch my business, and my back for me
My enemies think they got me crossed, they ain't knowin
Ain't no love for player haters where you cowards goin
You paid bail, got me out of jail, home again
I promise not to leave you on your own again
Cristal corks are popped, romantic, thoughts are dropped
It's so frantic but don't panic cause we crossed the top
I found a partner and a rider, a woman and friend
I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me
[Chorus]
['Pac speaks over Chorus]
I know, I know
All that is dead though, I'm changed, I'm tellin you..
I know what time it is, gotta give a nigga time
to grow up y'knahmsayin? That was way back then
[Tyrese]
You're my nigga, my best friend
Never gonna call you, a bitch again
Yea yea yea
Ohhhhhhhhhh
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Witness the evil men do, all this shit I been through
Never meant to hurt you, can we make this work boo?
I know you been feelin pain, things are not the same
'Waitin to Exhale' while I'm sittin in the county jail
Keep yo' head up, cause things are gettin better
My cellmates shed tears off yo' last love letter
Told 'em you would find a friend so keep yo' eyes peeled
Sorry if I cuss but it's the suffering that I feel
Who can I trust and if I bust will she snitch
Even though you ain't the type to trip
Sorry if I called you bitch
You showed me the definition of feminine
The difference between a pack of bitches and black women
I see the boss for the third time, hope to see you soon
Pictures of us kissin in the living room, in the nude
Thanks for bein there, much more than a friend
I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me
[Chorus + ad libs - repeat 2X]
[Tyrese ad libs to fade]

(Intro)
(* Bad motherfucker and you know this - cut and scratched*)
Stricly Dope in the house
[Tupac Shakur]
Fumble suckers tumble, god damn I'm good
Since I was born I was strong, always knew that I could
Don't care anywhere any place I'll rock
Give me a mic to light and competition will drop
Fast or slow, I'll go and no one is gonna stop me yo
You must be kiddin', you swear you're gonna drop me no
Well sure as battlin' is bad for your health
Know you're confident my friend but don't fool yourself
My mic's a weapon, I'm steppin' with a capable rhyme
Yo, your time for playin' is over you got your crew I got mine
Not braggin', I'm bad and I could only get better
Your girl came on to me she wanted me I wouldn't let her
Don't make sense to come against me and my man D
How it is, how it was, that's the way it'll be
But you still think you can beat me, huh, get it together
Cause I'll never be beat, never be beat, NEVER!!
(* Bad motherfucker and you know this - cut and scratched*)
Stricly Dope in the house
(Ray Tyson)
Boldy, you step into the trap of the beast
Cause I'm the predator competitor and risin' like yeast
I'm the microphone musician musically I'm the most
When I rumble you tumble like a burnt piece of toast
Proceed with caution I cannot be stopped
A deadly weapon that is kept inside a sentry lock
Strong hold holdin' on but there's no holds barred
Fuck around and feel the wrath and you're forever scarred
Anybody want to battle just step the hell up
I'll toss your ass like a salad and eat you all up
You climb the rope of success but you know you can't win
You get discouraged because I hold the other end
If I let go, like all the others you will fall
The vicious vocalist consoloist will still be raw
[Tupac Shakur]
You go in battles like a sucker but you'll never recoup
But I'm the veteran the veteran goin' like a troop
Try to stop me you can't, you puff and you pant
Try to beat me at this game, but get stomped like an ant
In the long run I'm the one that's holdin' the mic
Upset to get to me sweatin' me for the rhymes that I write
This time we're goin' at it, silly sucker, get ready
Cause I'm your worst nightmare, FUCK FREDDY!!
Where's that motherfucker that said that I was a dope
Tyin' my rhymes like a rope I'll pull it tight and you'll choke
You swear that you could beat me punk get it together
Cause I'll never be beat ya punk, NEVER!!
(* Bad motherfucker and you know this - cut and scratched*)
(Ray Tyson)
Hard is what you wanted, now that's what you're gettin'
I'm movin' and groovin' and proven and you're still sittin'
Got me blowin' up like a Hawalian volcano
Runnin' things like drano, lettin' you know that there ain't no
Body gonna diss me now I'm comin' exact
I'm paid I got it made, now that I'm makin' tracks
This is a lesson, at bein' dope that is
Cordless mics is mine, the wheels are his
Tons and tons of freaks I'm a Mac Daddio
Writin' def jams while I'm chillin' on my patio
You are useless as a toothless piranha
I'm ruthless now I'm gonna
bust it and discuss it make it funky to hear
Paragraph to the people penetratin' your ear
You wanna taste of it, ooh here take a full dose
Burn you up like radiation if you get too close
[Tupac Shakur]
Cause my mouth is like an uzi when it moves so quick
And the lyrics are the bullets that I'm loadin' it with
You wanna beat me homeboy, you will be destroyed
Get dropped like a habit and played like a toy
Never defeated not conceited, but let's face facts
Couldn't beat me with a motherfuckin' baseball bat
If I gave you a bomb that was nuclear armed
You could shoot it at me sucker and I wouldn't get harmed
Cause punk you can't stop me, bullets couldn't drop me
Stand on a mountain and still couldn't top me, huh
You think you'll beat me boy get it together
Cause I'll never be beat ya punk NEVER!!
(* Bad motherfucker and you know this - cut and scratched*)
(Ray Tyson)
When you hear my beat thumpin' it's a maxium charge
Cause I'm the hip-hop hood, the record leader at large
Got a PHD in hip-hop history
A deadly boy not a toy but a poetry, PRODIGY!!
Young beat conisseur hummin' like a bird
It was true when you heard I'm the wiz a word
Your eyes dilate, your ears drums expand
When my voice comes through the speaker from the mic in my hand
Woofers stompin' like thunder all about to explode
The needle on the nuance stuck in overload
Don't laugh cause I'm serious mister mysterious
Don't make me mad (why) Cause I get furious
Countless time after time just when you think I'm through
I let my melody stretch to make more for you
Just bust it cause I'm just too clever
and I'll never be beat ya punk, NEVER!!
[Tupac Shakur]
Rhyme-fumble suckers tumble, god damn I'm good
Since I was born I was strong, always knew that I could
Don't care anywhere any place I'll rock
Give me a mic to light and competition will drop
Fast or slow, I'll go and no one is gonna stop me yo
You must be kiddin', you swear you're gonna drop me no
Well sure as battlin' is bad for your health
Know you're confident my friend but don't fool yourself
My mic's a weapon, I'm steppin' with a capable rhyme
Yo, your time for playin' is over you got your crew I got mine
Not braggin', I'm bad and I could only get better
Your girl came on to me she wanted me I wouldn't let her
Don't make sense to come against me and my man D
How it is, how it was, that's the way it'll be
But you still think you can beat me, huh, get it together
Cause I'll never be beat, never be beat, NEVER!!
(Outro)
(* Bad motherfucker and you know this - cut and scratched*)
Stricly Dope in the house, never be beat (not never)
Never be beat, ay Roc man, check out the competition man
Never be beat (not never), never be beat

(featuring The Notorious B.I.G.)
[Chorus]
You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead
Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight
Why am I trying to see, when there aint nothing in sight
Why I am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try
Why am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up
Choppin rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze
Summer break, my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
And still I'm havin memories of high speeds, when the cops crashed
As I laugh pushin the gas when my glocks blast
We was young, and we was dumb but we had heart
In the dark when we survived through the bad parts
Many dreams is what I had, and many wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
And these bitches they still continue to per sue me
A couple of movies now the whole world tryin to screw me
even the cops tried to sue me
So what can I do but stay true, sippin 22's a brewin
now the medias tryin to test me got the press askin questions, tryin to stress
me
misery is all I see, thats my mind's state
My history with the police is shakin' the crime rate
Ma main man had 2 stikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped
He screamed 'Thug Life!' and emptied the clip
gots tired of runnin from the motherfuckin police

[Featuring Dee Tha Mad Bitch]
[Dee tha Mad Bitch]
What goes on in the mind of a bad boy? Nothin but payback
Whos next, the clip, callin murder could nothin the contract
Better watch your back
Since hes makin that comeback
The 1-87 will stop em
The hollow point, will drop ya
Go on, heres a scene for your soul
So take heed when you meet face-to-face, here comes the grim reaper
You better ???? from the depths of hell
Hes a real McCoy
But aint no stoppin this girl is bad boy
He aint no joke
Muthafucka grab your throat
Before you find yourself cut with a blade
As your bloody body lays on top of cement
In front of your president
It was a murder for hire
Hit an innocent child in the crossfire
Now hes confined to a jail
Got shot six times, in his spine
But his mind is still down at the grind
Hes willin to destroy
Thats what he lives for, to be a bad boy
Chorus:
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, watch out, we commin at you.
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, were comin after you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, watch out, we comin at you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, watch out, we comin at you
[2PAC]
I got these bustas on my block and they after me
Runnin round tellin these niggas, how they gonna capture me
Its gettin crazy, its hard to make my mind up
Now should I, buck em down, or put my nine up?
You see, I aint a bad boy, just a boy who had it bad
I graduated from 22s to 3-57 mags
Runnin on these marks fore they stashin
I aint askin, give it up, or get to blastin
The penintnetiary dont scare me
A straight thug nigga, the whole setll take care of me
And tell me, who the fuck you gonna find
Rough enough to tear these bitch-niggas, this is mine
Now busta, meet my nine, 24 on the grind
Im sick about mine, and uh, aint nothin wrong with gettin high
A hustlin-ass nigga from the projects, Im makin loot
And screamin Thug Life, nigga, when they shoot
They made me a.....
[Chorus]
[Dee tha Mad Bitch]
Now how many bad boys in the house
So hurry boys got the biggest nuts
What the fuck, I gave em the blunts
Havin a grudge against the whole fuckin world
A 16 shot-block-glock, thatll stop em
Theyre sure to hit the ground
Nothin, bustin a cap on no more every round
A bad boy is the big, shot on the block
He got knots, bigger rocks for the cops
Before he gets props
So you petty boys, you cant fuck with em
You can eat the biggies good friend
Or become a victim of a dead man
Its sad to see, when you end up six-feet deep
So rest in peace, muthafucka, join the pow
he got nothin but the realest style
Flavors when on the mic
and packin the meal like life
Savers, sweep up on you at night
His grip on tight, and make you take a bite
Thats all she wrote, barrel went down your throat
Killin off these niggas for fun
Murder one, and throw away your gun
Hes livin his life like a soldier
Thats what he lives for, to be a Bad Boy
[Chorus]

Chorus
girl it's alright now
cause it's there in your eyes
yeah I can see that you want me
by the way that you smile
are you still down for me
jon b.
left once again at home
another noght on your own
ain't no fun in loving
if you're loving alone
how does it feel to be useless
oh no can you recall how
close we use to be then
can you still remember those feelings again
seems like everytime I see you
there's a tear in your eye
time to make some decisions
or go dying inside
Tupac
Tell'em all call me a fool
but I'm stuck in this love thang
plus I'm overheatin' from the rush
our tongues touch
kissin feelin fireworks
watch the sky
I make you smile
but you'd rather have
what makes you cry
say goodbye and leave now
with my heart on my sleeve
memories what I found is you
still care (still care) you had feelings
and they're still there baby
girl keep it real here
are you still down
Chorus
girl it's alright now
cause it's there in your eyes
yeah I can see that you want me
by the way that you smile
are you still down for me (repeat)
Jon b.
remember that evening
I knew that you were too scared
to go all the way
but you did it to please me
crying it was raining
when you gave

F/ Dramacydal, Notorious B.I.G., Stretch
One time, one time nigga one time! (Where?)
Runnin' from the police (Yeah I know what you mean)
No matter what I do, they got a nigga
still runnin' from the police
(Put them motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all)
Verse One: Dramacydal
I ain't got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble
Lickin shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddles
for some ridah delight, now we in a gunfight
I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight
It's on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G
A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me
With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece
Thug Life motherfucker gotta me runnin' from the *police*
Nigga, you know that's true
Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin wit a crew
Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re
The O.J. and it's all OK
'til that fuckin fake cop got to play the man
Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand
Damn, I hope it don't spill
Nigga chill, shit is real cock back my steel
Still runnin' from the police I gets no sleep
I got you peepin in my window while I'm smokin indo
But I ain't no motherfuckin track star, pig's got a Jeep
like Big Mouth, runnin through motherfucker's backyards
So I, grabs my piece before I flee
And instead of me runnin', these bitches is runnin' from me
Lick shots hits spots off on my piece
Cause a nigga like Big Mouth is through runnin' from the police
Interlude: Don Gargon ?? (this is a very rough guess)
I bust off! What about the time they pull me from the Bronco
lay, they tried to cock me, but them can't gun store
When a batty bwoy do it from the mob
Ahh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squad
Look around, look around, punk police
While gwan man doesn't a come but a bad boy test
Look around, look around, punk police
Me hafta blast back, cause de blast is best
Verse Two: Stretch, Notorious B.I.G.
Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route
to, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game
The insane brain, cold gettin fly like a plane
on them suckers with my nigga Biggie Smalls causin ruckus
Check it, I grew up a fuckin screwup
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up
Choppin rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White
And we got the workers choppin rock, Benz by the flock
And we gettin it, the dirty cops are jealous so they sweatin it
I'm lettin off smoke, hope they don't play me for no joke
and provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide
We keepin it real, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel
Let's serve these motherfuckers slugs as a fuckin meal
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops on the milk box missin
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack (*heavy breathing*)
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze
Summer break, my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
Interlude: Don Gargon ?? (again this is a very rough guess)
Now it's war, me tryin to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice
They try to cock me, but them can't gun store
What about they come to hold up me North
Pulled up the park, I left school and left buck
Look around, look around, punk police
Was about to blast with ya gun but you can't stop me
Look around, look around, punk police
Me haf to blast back, cause blast back best
Verse Three: 2Pac
They got me runnin' from the five-oh
duckin and dodgin in my survival
The Benzo and I let off with my nine, hoe
I'm movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex
Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next
Nigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the price
He did a driveby, sixteen, now he's doin triple life
Tell me is it me or my upbringin
I split that dove shit
Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlands
on tight, cause I ain't givin up
I'd rather duck these motherfuckers all night
I'm runnin' through the projects, beyotch
They'll never catch me
Cause I'm loc'd and trigger happy on the, sneotch
Don't say you never heard of me, til they murder me, I'm a legend
Do Thug Niggas go to heaven?
I'm rollin with the thorough heads
We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo
I got no love for the five-oh I'm runnin' from the police
Outro: Don Gargon ?? to fade

I got a head, but ain't no screws in it.
Roll up and get swoll up.
Hold up.
How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut?
I ain't came a long way to get checked
So give me respect when I get wreck or get your motha fuckin chimp
check.
Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland.
Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open.
Say your looking for some real shit.
Then catch a funkdified batch.
Like that!!
Oakland's on the map.
Tupac is on the big screen strivin.
Gotta love a nigga for survivin.
I wear alot of old schools jewels.
Look how the fools ??. Ooohh.
Stop lookin at me hard cuz your buffer.
But I'll just buck then bigger motha fuckas.
Turnin men to suckas.
Niggas wanna start a little ruckus.
Better duck cuz I'll be poundin them motha fuckas.
They wanna throw their hands up. Thats tight.
Hit em wit my eight. Never had shit left, right.
Then hit em wit the uppercut. Duck quick.
Shit outta luck. Fucked and stuck with that rough shit.
Fuck a pop song, fuck video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio.
Do you hear me though?
Give a holla to my niggas in the pen.
And my murderous parteners wit their Mac 10's.
I represent the real cuz I'm ill, G.
Glock cocked and then they kill me.
I'm representin'.
Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one
Mary J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son.
Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah.
Too Short, Tony Toni Tone,
And the Special motha fucka, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest,
Jungle Brothas. Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube.
House of Pain: funky blunted ass white dudes
Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas.
Digital Underground: my real niggas.
Raw Fusion, all in house confusion.
Wickeder than most men: Spice 1 and Pooh Man.
TLC, Eric B rockin, then Scarface.
Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin the scars bass.
Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, the Click.
Mmmm. ???, Richie Rich.
Young Guns in the house pumpin the flava.
DJ Ditch for their behavior.
Off the head, my freestyle flow.
Just a couple of motha fuckas that I know.
I'm strictly representin
1 motha fucka, 2 motha fucka, 3 motha fuckas,
Damn, who did I forget?
I'm a soulja.
Daddy was a soulja.
Strong in the struggle.
Must contend so it's on.
Raised in a house full of bad motha fuckas.
Mad motha fuckas.
Never had so we grab from the stacked motha fuckas.
Now they know me, the homies.
Raised by some crazed ass well payed OG's.
Ah shit!
Pulled up in a benzy, snatch.
The wheel as I peel out. Catch a cop's tail.
Rock shells hit. Raise a fist so they know to make a hit.
Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it.
To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it.
It's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you wit it.
Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip shit.
Now they wanna maime me.
(Told ya)
All I wanted to be was a soulja.
Bang bang boogy it's stick up.
Quit now nigga, eat a dick up.

Michel'le -- Chorus (2X)
(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)
i'll be waiting for you
until you get through
(i'll be waiting)
(Tupac)
Now peep it
Here go tha secret on how to keep a playa
some love makin' and homecookin'
i'll see ya later
It don't take alot to keep a nigga hard
must be a lady in tha light
but real freaky in tha dark
plus I got some enemies, baby
hold my pistol
and wrap your arms around a nigga
everytime I kiss you
can you visualize the picture
me and you in extasy
don't be upset
it's good sex
when you next to me
do you wanna test me
put your tired head on my chest
A Thug niggas in tha house
now you can rest
I betcha never screamed a niggas whole name out
and felt tha pleasure and tha pain
about to fuck tha very taste out your mouth
If you call me when you need me
1-800-skypage
when you wanna see me
cause I can be your man
and baby you can be my lady
but you gotta give a nigga space
or you'll drive me crazy
Run tha Streetz....
Chorus (2X)
(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)
i'll be waiting for you
until you get through
(i'll be waiting)
(Storm)
Now me and you was cool
but I ain't tha one to play tha fool
can't make no money in bed
so ain't no future fuckin' you
I ain't tha bitch ta love ya
can't do a damn thang for you
if you ain't about money
9 times outta ten
i'll ignore you
It's a man's World
but real women make tha shit go around
disrespect
and I clown
tha type of bitch to throw down
throw up tha block
cause nothin' stops my chips
I boss playa with this
then twist you lame tricks
Holla if ya understand my plan ladies
fuck havin' babies by them shady ass niggas
Swearin', he can save me
My stratagies official
checkin' ya pockets while I tounge kiss ya
soft as tissue
so my next issue is 'how to diss you '
they call me Storm
from tha day I was born
I been known to break tha coldest muthafucker
till' his hearts warm
I ain't never been tha type to wait at home alone
just cause we bone
don't mean you own me
nigga, i'm grown
Chorus (2X)
(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)
i'll be waiting for you
until you get through
(i'll be waiting)
(Mutah)
I'd rather run tha streetz to make some mail
and put tha game down tight
for these gamin' bitches could get it right
It might be a plan that i'm choosen
don't get in confusion
because i'm known for showin' examples
how i do it
Thinkin' i'm new to this
because i'm younger
where i'll only leave you suspecious and to wonder
and at tha end I make a come up
Nigga, was raiseed up
off of M.O.B.
fighting over something
that's tellen me don't run tha streetz
(Tupac)
So tell me am I wrong
for tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in tha morning
by sunrise i'll be gone
all my homies is waitin' for me
plotin' on plans that we made
and all tha fun that it's gonna be
so meet me at 3'
and don't be late nigga
we hagin' out all night
while drinkin' straight liquor
I heard it's popin' at a club
but they say I can't get in
cause i'm dressed like a thug
until I die
i'll be game related
got me strivin' for a million
stayin' motivated
now that we made it
it's a battle
just for tha big money
I'm livin' wild
no smiles
cause ain't a thing funny
I came up hungry
just a little nigga
tryin' to make it
I only got one chance
so I gotta take it
ya never know when it's all gonna happen
tha rappen or tha drugs
but until then
give me love
and let me Run tha Streetz
Chorus (7X)
(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)
i'll be waiting for you
until you get through
(i'll be waiting)

(feat. Big Syke)
(Rule number one... niggaz die, daily, hahahaha)
Hear me! Boo-yaow!
(Ready for whatever, hell yeah
What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga?
Them Thug Life niggaz be the craziest -- run up nigga!)
[2Pac]
There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame
Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain
Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep from goin under
Gettin lost in the madness, blunted gettin tipsy
Got my pistol out the window screamin, 'Lord come and get me'
Am I sick, or am I just another victim?
Unloadin my clip, I'm watchin every bullet spit when I kick em
Niggaz die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me
Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's caught
Had a motherfuckin ward but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be together
Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon
(Yeah, niggaz movin somethin in the nine-trey
It's all about makin money, gettin yours
And knockin coppers off the motherfuckin planet
Word to the motherfuckin nine nigga
We gonna make this motherfucker ours
If they don't feel me, they gon kill me
So Syke, get skanless nigga)
[Big Syke]
Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heav-en? (hell naw)
After all this shit I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my soul? Mama woulda saved me
That's the way that daddy raised me
Oh God, help me I'm losin it
So fuck it! Take me I'm doin it!
I need to change and look for a better way
I got a hundred round clip to my AK
Commitin sins I might die in vain
So fuck it! We'll live off the street fame!
God didn't send me in the right direction
I'm gettin hit by a diesel in the intersection
I know you're out there help a young brother (hear me)
Til then I'ma smoke motherfuckers
Things wouldn't be so bad
if we got the things that we never had, I'm ready for whatever
(Hahahahaha, that's my motherfuckin nigga there
Big ballin-ass Syke
Yeah nigga, you schooled them young bustas
on how it is to be a real motherfuckin G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin daily so you best be packin
If you ain't, boo-yaow motherfucker!)
[2Pac]
Dear mama I know you worry cause I'm hardly at home
Every other night in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it cause I can't take it got me livin in Hell
Like I'm walkin with a secret that'll kill me if I tell
I live the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the game
So much caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, bury me with my fo'-five
And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga
Goin to Hell with my finger on the trigger
Now everybody's starin
Got a nigga losin hair and they wonder if I'm all there
Well don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers
when niggaz gettin richer (mo' money)
Now tell me if you wanna live forever
Niggaz dyin so be ready for whatever
(Yeah, ready for whatever
Ready for whatever
Thug Life niggaz and we be ready for whatever
Let me go like this, ready for whatever
Huh, Big Syke he be ready for whatever
My nigga Kato, ready for whatever
Pain, he's ready for whatever
And my nigga Bam Bam, he ready for whatever
My nigga Banks just be ready for whatever
Modu, he's ready for whatever
Big Serg, we ready for whatever
Charlie Tango, ready for whatever
My nigga Pac, be ready for whatever
Yeah, ready for whatever
Ready for whatever
My big-ballin ass nigga Boom, ready for whatever fo' sho'
Yeah, you know!
This how the player's do it
I know you standin there confused
You wonderin -- what type of nigga is a Thug Life nigga?
Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga
About gettin riches, bitches, and plenty loc
Ya hear me?)
Ready for whatever

Intro:
[Richie Rich] Pac
[Tupac] Hey
[Richie Rich] What's happenin'
[Tupac] Not MuthaFuckin double R... Richie Rich
[Richie Rich] What's happenin' baby, you know how we do it
[Tupac] Yeah nigga, you know I'm up out dis bitch... It's time for me to uhhh regulate
[Richie Rich] Fo' sho'
[Tupac] Observe
[Richie Rich] and you ain't going back
[Tupac] Na na na,
we got to show these muthafucka's what's up though
[Richie Rich] This is for tha honeys... the superstars
[Tupac] I don't want to be her man... I want to be her nigga, you feel me
[Richie Rich] Well let'em know...
(Tupac)
You fuckin wit' niggas thats insecure,
watered down -- my shit is pure
write down my number but don't call me till you sure
I ain't beggin' just tryin' to relocate between ya legs
Drippin' wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex
When you met me you wouldn't let me
And now you straight beggin to sex me
Got you undressing to test me and uhh...
(Richie Rich)
Shoot me down if ya want and miss tha chance ta do it live
When I stroll by I see that look in yo eye
You wants a nigga
but think that you can't have a nigga
don't cheat ya'self, instead treat ya'self
if you scared go to church, I know it hurts
to find out me and ya man be sharin' skirts
(Tupac)
I hopin' you don't take this the wrong way
but cha body is bangin' got me attracted in a strong way
After a long day of tryin' to make my songs pay
Makin' love all day against the wall in the hallway
Ya fantasies come alive ya heart rate
Shall increase when we meet up in this dark place
Ya might think ya happy with him
But that's a lie...
So give this thug a try
Chorus: 2x
(Tupac)
I'd ratha be ya N-I-G-G-A
so we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
it don't matta if you lonely baby
you need a thug in ya life
cuz bustas ain't lovin ya right
(Tupac)
Now you was sprung from tha introduction
My conversations full of game yet laced with seductions
I see ya blushin' like ya want somethin'
Come get a taste of Amerikaz most wanted
And lets get into some touchin'
My erotic fuckin'
My up and down with no interruptions
have no intentions of bustin'
Until ya learn ya lesson
Now many questionz are often asked
A drop top, 500 benz and plenty cash
To help a nigga get that ass
(Richie Rich)
You can ride a smoke ho
To get ya lobster and crab
Cause all i got is conversation and a game to stab
I'ma listen when it hurts
I'ma hang out but never stay
Smoke blunts but leave them stunts up to SuperDave
I'll be ya nigga
as long as we can understand
that I's the nigga
smoke coke and be the man
he wine and dine
but me and you we wine and grind
and when I'm on the field keep him on the sidelines
Chorus: 2x
(Tupac)
Now, it's time for the moment of truth
i got cha naked, totally sweatin'
let's see how hot I can make it
Tongue kissin' till yah head swang
I'm so into you, witness the nigga that make the bed bang
If its all mine
then let me know
now scream my name out
Do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow
Not to mention, the multiple postions I inflict
A boss playa freakymutha fucka kind of dick
(Richie Rich)
It's on and poppin'
now you see what i was seein'
why yo eyez rollin'
loosin' up girl ()
I ain't goin' nowhere
Let's let that sucka stay out there
While he stress out
and I stretch out tha cock
hold tha boots and let tha nigga execute
and though you got it right
I'm going home tonight
(Tupac)
You say you don't need a man but I don't care
you in tha presence of a playa
Chorus 2x

R U Still Down [repeat 3X]
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Now up and at em it's on, I was raised to be strong
And Mama told me be a Thug since the day I was born
I came up, out the gutter never changed my style
Got for real about my papers, cause the game was wild
And the fame was a plot to try to change me
And what's strange is nobody knew my name 'fore it came
Now the whole world is calling me a, killer
All I ever did, was try to reach the kids with the real
All the time I was ballin, never heard my friends callin
Couldn't stop myself from fallin, I'm all in
Shit's gettin sleazy, believe me
Best to take what ya need, but don't be greedy
Cause in my mind, I see sunshine, I thought
I didn't have to run, now I'm duckin from the gun yellin, 'One-Time'
Take your time to feel my record, and if you did
chill a second, my blind method, will still wreck it
My young homies stay strong
I wonder if they'll listen to a nigga when he gone, R U Still Down?
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Raise em up... R U Still Down?
[repeat 5X]
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
I'm gettin high, so a nigga think he touch the sky
Turn tough inside, in the rush to die
Livin life as a Thug time to face the truth
What's goin on with the wasted youth, please God
come and save me (save me), had to work with what ya gave me
And got a nigga goin crazy
I can't read the signs, I'm blind, but a nigga know
he need his nine, cause times, they ain't what they used to be
Ain't a penitentiary built big enough for me
and my niggaz on the streets, man listen
Cause these ain't the old days
Ain't no way I'ma bustin my ass and gettin no pay
It seems I can't find my focus, and homey I ain't paranoid
I seen the future and it's hopeless
Lord knows, its hard on a young scrub
It seems I had less problems when I slung drugs
But since I'm tryin lace niggaz with the game
wanna see me locked in chains, tryin to dirty up my name
And them same motherfuckers that was callin me
Will be the first to turn their backs, when I'm fallin, see
I should have seen it from the jump, but now it's clear
This one nigga got the town in fear, but R U Still Down
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
I wrote this for my critics and my, enemies
Last year ya used to love me, huh REMEMBER ME
Now ya hate me with a passion, tryin to get me stuck in the mix
I'm stayin sharp, got no time for them tricks
And now they wonder if I'm goin to jail
Just as well, cause my life on the streets - a living Hell
And I can't sleep, they got my phone tapped, and mercy Lord
Come get me 'fore they hurt me
Ran outta tears, and through the years couldn't change me
My daddy left me alone, and so I'm angry
I never did nothin wrong, my mama told me, 'Baby it's on'
And now I'm hustlin and bustlin bones
Never said it came easy, I'm makin cheese
Buyin all the things on TV, and gettin skeezed
Wish my homeboys could see me now
Little bad motherfucker runnin wild through the town
Please tell me, R U Still Down?
R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me [repeat 2X]
R U Still Down, to raise em up?
R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me [repeat 3X]
R U Still Down, to raise em up?
R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me [repeat 3X]
R U Still Down, to raise em up?
That's right y'all, give them bitches the motherfuckin middle finger
RAISSSSE em up
These hoes can't fade me, don't these bitches know we crazy?
Thug Life, niggaz, be, the sickest
You feel me? Now get that shit written down
God damn!
Took four years and a motherfuckin case for these motherfuckers to feel me
Ain't that a bitch?
R U Still motherfucking down?
Old hoe ass fake ass niggaz
We out this motherfucker

Rebel.. rebel.. REBEL
Rebel.. rebel..
[2Pac]
They just can't stand the reign, or the occasional pain
from a man like me, who goes against the grain
Sometimes I do it in vain, so with a little bass and treble
Hey Mister! It's time for me to
explain that I'm the rebel
Cold as the devil
Straight from the underground, the rebel, a lower level
They came to see the maniac psychopath
The critics heard of me, and the aftermath
I don't give a damn and it shows
And when I do a stage show I wear street clothes
So they all know me
The lyrical lunatic, the maniac emcee
I give a shout out to your homies
And maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G
On the streets or on TV
It just don't pay to be, a truth tellin MC
They won't be happy till I'm banned
The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man
So point blank in your face, pump up the bass
and join the human race
I throw peace to the Bay
Cause from the Jungle to Oaktown, they backin me up all the way
You know you gotta love the sound
It's from the rebel -- the rebel of the underground
Rebel he's a rebel, rebel of the underground [4X]
[2Pac]
Now I'm face to face with the devils
Cause they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto
And police brutality
shit it put you in the nip and call it technicality
So you reap what you sow
So reap the wrath of the rebel, jackin em up once mo'
Now the fox is in the henhouse, creepin up on your daughter
While you sleep I got her sneakin out
Tupac ain't nuttin nice
I'll be nuttin how I wanna, and doin what I'm gonna
Now I'm up to no good
The mastermind of mischief movin more than most could
So sit and slip into the sound
Peep the rebel -- the rebel of the underground
Rebel he's a rebel, rebel of the underground [4X]
[2Pac]
They say they hate me, they wanna hold me down
I guess they scared of the rebel -- the rebel of the underground
But I never let it get me
I just make another record bout the punks tryin to sweat me
In fact, they tryin to keep me out
Try to censor what I say
cause they don't like what I'm talkin bout
So what's wrong with the media today?
Got brothers sellin out cause they greedy to get paid
But me, I'm comin from the soul
And if it don't go gold, my story still gettin told
And that way they can't stop me
And if it sells a couple of copies, the punks'll try to copy
It's sloppy, don't even try to
I'm a slave to the rhythm, and I'm about to fly through
So yo to the people in the ghetto
When ya hear the bass flow, go ahead and let go
Now everybody wanna gangbang
They talkin street slang, but the punks still can't hang
They makin records bout violence
But when it comes to the real, some brothers go silent
It kinda make you wanna think about
that ya gotta do some sellin out, just to get your record out
But 2Pacalpyse is straight down
So feel the wrath of the rebel -- the rebel of the underground
Tupac is a rebel, rebel of the underground [8X]

(feat. Ron Isley)
[Girl]
Scott Storich(??)
[Hook (Tupac)]
Why'd you sland crack? I had to
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
A nigga gotta pay the fuckin bills
[Verse 1 (Tupac)]
Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me, claimin I'ma criminal when you the one that made me
They got me trapped in this slavery
now I'm lost in the holocaust headin for my grave G
I told Sam he could fuck the war, and got a busted jaw for sayin 'fuck the law'
And if you wonder why I'm mad, check the record
Whats a nigga gotta do to get respected
Sometimes I think I'm getting tested, and if I don't say 'yes' a nigga quick to get arrested
That's the reason I stay zestin(??), I keep a vest on my chest incase the cops is getting
restless
Walkin round ready to light shit up, because my life is fucked, some say I'm slightly nuts
Buck buck is the sound as I move up, other niggas pay attention when a fool bust
They make a nigga be a killer, I used to be a dealer but they wanted to see whos realer
Now them same mother fuckas wanna murder me, and I wonder if the lord ever heard of me
I need loot, so I'm doin what I do, and don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes,
Theres no other destiny to choose, I had nothing left to lose, so I'm singin the po nigga blues
[Hook]
[Verse 2 (Tupac)]
Coppin these brand new shoes, but what the fuck can a nigga do, my little boy gotta eat too
So why must I sock a fella? Just live large like rocafella
And did you ever stop to think? I'm old enough to go to war but I aint old enough to drink
Cops wanna hit me with the book, and you hooked on my 'I don't give a fuck' look
Makin rules, I'ma break em, no matter how much you make em, show me bakin, I'ma take em
So don't you ever temp me, I'm a fool for mine nigga, and my pockets stay big(??)
To my brother in the barrio, you livin worse then the niggas in ghetto so
I give a fuck about your language or complexion, you got love for the niggas in my section
You got problems with the punk police, don't run from the chumps, get the pump from me
We aint free, I'll be damned if I played a chip for a blonde haired blue eyed Caucasian bitch
Down with my home boy rich, fuck a snitch and groupie ass bitch
And a nigga with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone(huh)
And you wonder why we blazin niggas, cuz you punks haven babies cant raise the niggas
And they damned to be fuck ups too, drink 40s of brew, singin the nigga blues
[Hook]
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had too
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had too
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had too
And now I'm headin for the mother fuck in PEN

[Featuring Wycked]
Daddy's Home...
[Tupac speaking]
So...you say that like it means somethin to me
You've been gone a mighty long muthafuckin time
for you to be comin home talkin that 'daddy's home' shit
We been getting along fine just without you
Me, my brother, and my mother
So if you don't mind, you can step the fuck off, pops
Fuck you!
(Tupac)
Had to play catch by myself
what a sorry sight
A pitiful plight
so I pray for a starry night
Please send me a pops before puberty
the things I would do to see a piece of family unity
Moms always work, I barely see her
I'm startin to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her
It's a wonder they don't understand kids today
so when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way
And I hope that he answers me
I heard, guns unlike people
take a look at my family
a different father every weekend
before we get to meet him they breakup before the week ends
I'm gettin sick of all the friendships
As soon as we kick it he done split and then [uhh] shit ends quick
How can I be a man if there's no role model
Strivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle
I'm so sorry...
(Chorus)
I'm so sorry
for all this time
for all this time
for all this time
(Wycked)
Moms had to entertain many men
didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again
I'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother
moms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father
Shall I stay or run away
tell me tha answer
moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer
Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff
moms was tough cause it's poppa wasn't man enough
couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities
instead of takin care of me
he'd rather live lavishly
That's why I'll never be a father
unless you got the time
it's a crime
don't even bother
That's when I started hatin the phony smiles
said I was an only child
[look at mama's lonely smile]
It's hard for a son to see his mother cry
She only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys
(Chorus x2)
I'm so sorry
for all this time
for all this time
for all this time
(Tupac)
Man child in the promised land
could afford many ???
moms was there only when pops was a no-show
and Oh
I guess ya didn't know that I would grow to be so strong
lookin kinda pale was it the ale that pops was wrong
Where was the money that you sent you would send me
talked on the phone and ya sounded so friendly
Ask about school and my welfare
but it's clear, you ain't sincere
hey, who the hell cares
You think I'm blind but this time I see ya comin, Jack
You grabbed your coat, leathers broke
now ain't no runnin back
Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start
Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart
So don't even start with that 'wanna be your father' shit
don't even bother with your dollars I don't need it
I'll bury moms like you left me all alone G
Now that that I finally found you,
stay the Fuck away from me
I'm so sorry...
(Chorus x2)
I'm so sorry
for all this time
for all this time
for all this time
(Tupac voiceover)
I never meant to leave but I was wanted
lost too many people every house ?of which was haunted?
had to watch the strangers
every brother was in danger
If I was to keep you breathin had to have you out of range
Had to move one to lost my name to beat the number
maybe watch my back I had no happy home to run to
Maybe it's my fault for being a father living fast
But livin slow, we'd have no dough ????
??? showed me it was wrong all along
I wanted to make some dough so you could grow to be so strong
It took a little longer than I thought
I slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts
Now I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand
all I ever wanted was for you to be a man
and grow to be the type you was meant to be
Keep the war fightin by the writings that you sent to me
I'm so sorry...
(Chorus repeated till end)
I'm so sorry
for all this time
for all this time
for all this time

(feat. Ashanti, T.I.)
[LT Hutton talking]
Uh oh, Uh oh, Oh!, Oh!, Oh!
They ain't ready for this
LT Hutton
T.I.
Ashanti
It's that new 'Pac y'all
[Chorus: Ashanti]
Pac's life
(Everybody need's to chill)
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life
(It's Tupac the king)
What do you know about Pac's life
(What do you know? What do you know?)
(Only real niggas stay on top)
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life
(Outlawz)
[Verse One: Tupac]
Started with FIVE shots, niggas plotting to kill him
Never figured that, that same nigga sell five million
Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits
Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits
Dodging cop cars look how we come so far
Picture a high school drop out
Rolling a double R
House full of happiness, weed and drank
Way out
So when trouble tried to find me can't
Never visioned living longer than my twenty first
Thought I'd locked down, cracked out or in the dirt
And though it hurts to see the change
It comes with the fame
Watch them gossip in this silly game
To all the motherfucker's speaking down on me this is the night
Why's everybody caught up In Pac's life?
To all y'all niggas
Conversating on my life
Mind your motherfucking business
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: T.I]
I remember that
Ay
What's happening Pac
Yeah I know we never got to meet
But we know all the same people so we got to speak
You taught me first, fake nigga can't stop a G
And all the shit you went through
Meant a lot to me
But when they locked you up for for nothing it was shame to see
You we know the crack came and did the same thing to me
I get along with real niggas it's the lane to be
Talking loud out of pocket tryna bang with me
And so I pull it out my pocket let it rain you see
Now they all in the court room blaming me
See we ain't live the same life but represent the same struggle
Power to the real niggas, death to the sucker's
Money over bitches, get to know 'em for you love 'em
Death before dishonour never talk to undercover's
Live by the same rules so I minus the tattoo's
With the same sort of dude with he same short fuse
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Tupac]
I want money in large amounts
My garage full of cars that bounce
Moving my tapes in major weight cause every dollar counts
Busters is jealous and half these niggas is punks
They running off at the mouth till I fill it up with my pump
They jump my automatic keep 'em weary
While you fronting like you Billy Bad Ass
Nigga you scary
I been knowing you for years
We was high school peers
In Junior High
I was itching' to kill
And you was, 'Ready To Die'
While you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at motherfucker's in foreign places
Leaving no trace, they see my face and then they buried
Bitches die in a hurry
Still I ride, I'm never worried
Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'ma ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd
And motherfucker's die
It's not the way I wanna live
My nigga it's how it is
Only real niggas stay on top
word up!
[Chorus]
Why are all you niggas all up in my shit?
Tell them motherfucker's
Outlawz
Fuck all y'all

Expect me nigga, like you expect Jesus to come back
Expect me nigga
I'm coming ...
Expect me nigga, like you expect Jesus to come back
Expect me nigga
I'm coming ...

PAC'S THEME
~Statements variously said throughout song.~
I was raised in this society so there's no way
you can expect me to be a perfect person cuz I'm a do what I'm a do.
(I am still thirsty) - Arrested Development
(There is absolutly no reason for a record like this to be published.
It has no place in our society.) - Dan Quayle
(They gotta understand me)
(Withdraw on this record) - Dan Quayle
That's how I feel I'm a do whatever I like. I am not a role model

Oh, I posted bail?
I'm out this motherfucker?
I can go?
Oh, fuck y'all eh, fuck the judge
fuck the motherfuckin' district attourney and the prosecutor (fuck you!)
and fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box (fuck you!)
fuck all y'all
cause I'm out on motherfuckin' bail
y'all ain't never gonna see me in this motherfucker again
drop that shit em!
let these old punk ass bitches know how we runnin' this shit
niggaz ain't going back to court you stank ass bitches
Im stuck in jail the DA's tryin' to burn me
I'd be out on bail if I had a good attorney
Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up
Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up
I ain't trippin' in the county and I'm mad as fuck
Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch
Everybody wanna talk cause I'm rappin'
They askin' me what happened
Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson
I can't sleep they takin' polaroids
And I'm tryna to use the phone but they makin' noise
Man I wish I had my glock cause its major
I'm makin' shanks out the plastics in razors
These motherfuckers won't leave me alone thats my word
Bout to turn a violation to a motherfuckin' murder
I'm makin' collect calls to my old bitches
Send mo pictures and make me some more riches
To all the suckers on the block talkin' shit while I was locked up
Be prepared to get socked up
Cause the game is deep and the fame is brief
And you bullshittin' bitches ain't changin' me
I came straight up out the gutta I was saved from hell
And I'm a thug I was raised in jail
Now I'm out on bail
Out on Bail (You know what fuckin' time it is)
ThugLife will never fail (I'm out on bail)
Thuglife niggaz (I'm going straight to 50,000 biatch!!!)
Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail)
Out on Bail (Hey, hand me some motherfuckin' Colt 40's from the fridge nigga)
ThugLife will never fail (Cause I'm out on bail)
Thuglife niggaz (Hey, pass me my motherfuckin' Rolex)
Thuglife niggaz (Yes bitch that's a Presidential)
Stuck in jail, I'm mad as a bitch
I'd be out on bail if it wasn't for the snitch
Runnin' wild thru the streets like i'm loco
And fuck the punk police and they chokeholds
I got no love in my heart cause i'm heartless
Mobbin' in the park after dark wanna start shit
Rippin' up the scene as a teen i was at it (hey)
And sellin' products to the addicts cause they gotta have it
I was a well-known thug and i gotta lotta love
Hangin out with the OG's shootin' up the clubs
And mama told me don't hang with the homies
But they got me if they need me then it's on G
Got me sittin' in the cell a five by seven
Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven
Got my bitches on the outside writin' me letters
And they tell me they love me and the shit ull get better
I don't believe her cause i just got the news on the wire
Take it how you want it but your bitch is on fire
I gotta be a player so I stay strong
cause I know that I won't be away long
and when I finally do hit the fuckin' streets I'ma handle this
A thug nigga gettin' scandalous
I'm on bail
Out on Bail
ThugLife (see) will never fail (Out on bail - biatch!)
Thuglife niggaz (You know what time it is)
Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail)
Out on Bail (Y'all don't need to know about...)
ThugLife will never fail (You know, Out on bail)
Thuglife niggaz (Y'all Blow that shit - Get me up out this)
Thuglife niggaz (Yo, EM!!! Get me up out of this motherfucker man!)
Out on Bail (These motherfuckers are harrasing me and that ain't cool)
^ something not quite right here either
(chorus continues)
(???)
I'm out on bail
I'll see ya motherfuckers at the next show, and by the way, where is my bitch?
It's that famous shit, you know?
Real thug shit
Real live thug shit, genuine, you know what I'm sayin'
I wouldn't waste your motherfuckin' time with no bullshit baby
Trust me, It's that real shit
I'm talkin' about that shit you never tell your grandkids about, you know?
I ran with a thug nigga, believe that
This my motherfuckin' nigga Em on dem motherfuckin' boards in case your wonderin'
We doin' this shit hell motherfuckin' yeah
An ounze of that shit sittin' in your motherfuckin' lac
Now press rewind nigga

f/ Stretch
* only appears on the vinyl and cassette versions
[voice sample from Star Trek V]
I couldn't help but notice your pain
[My pain?]
It runs deep
Share it with me!
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus
i was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust
But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry
I'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin' family, what else could I do
but be a thug
out slangin' with the homies
fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club
got my mind on danger
never been a stranger to homicide
my cities full of gang bangers and drive bys
why do we die at an early age
he was so young
but still a victim of the 12 gauge
my memories of a corpse
mind full of sick thoughts
and I ain't goin back to court
so fuck what you thought I'm drinkin' hennessey
runnin from my enemies will I live to be 23
there's so much pain
(Chorus)
Ohhhh....
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhhh....
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
years and years of that rough life
runnin crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a knife
and livin trifed on the regular
bokin out competitors
see them take a move and take them down like a fuckin predator
get in trouble everyday in school
act a fool
and you know I had to break every rule
showin off for the bitches cause I had the mad rep
so I had to watch my back when it was time to step
[????] with love for me
pop, pop, pop
and send a chuckle up above for me
Aiyyo currency kept passing me by, but I didn't cry
broke and head off with the pack and started sellin coke
And now the money's looking lovely
Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rub me
Kick 'em the game
it's all the same
i kick it back yo
Give 'em slack yo
and now they label me the mack yo
people check it
get disrespected if you front the the birdman
you heard man
catch a couple shots from the glock in my hand
Damn! At least I'm realistic with my biscuit
you know you get your ass twisted so run for cover
me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust
so if your on nigga look for the gauge to bust
a lot of pressure with the street fame
it's a deep game
and my mama always cryin'
yo there's so much pain
(Chorus)
Ohhhh...
Ohhhh...
They got me mobbin like I'm
loc'ed and ready to get my slug on
i load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
i ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
Trust, I got my glock cocked playa if they press me
Bust on motherfuckers with a - paaassion
Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin
I'm a nuttin drinkin Hennessey and gettin' high
On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die
Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major
A buck-fifty across the face with my razor
what can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
these sorry bastards
want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see
and everyday it just a struggle
steady thuggin' in the streets
and i'll be ballin' loc
don't let 'em make you worry
keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried
i was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta,
with a mother on drugs
I'm kickin dust up
ready to bust
I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean
until they kill me
i'll be livin this life
i know you feel me
there's so much pain
(Chorus)
Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhhhhh....

(feat. Threat)
So what the fuck you talkin about?! Aw, shit.
Goody, goody, gumdrops.
Nigaa, get your hoodie and your gun cocked.
Rock it till the drum stops.
Hip hop.
Even if my shit flip flop
It probably wouldn't stop.
Talk shit and get socked.
How ya hang em?
Know a realer nigga? You could bring him.
If I don't represent the shit,
I'll kick it.
We could sway him.
Huh. As if I know ya.
Then I could show ya.
But if I don't know, I gotta fo' fo' fo' ya.
So, so peep game
At point blank range.
The fame can't change what the game maintains.
Strange. Wind against the grain.
Aw shit. Flick or no flick I trips for no bitch.
Catch up on your pimpin.
I ain't simpin. I'm a dis her.
Couldn't be my sister if she actin like I missed her.
Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me.
Don't these niggas know that neiter one of y'all can fade me.
I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't deisel.
But fuck wit Tupac and pop goes the weisel.
Me and Threat made a bet on how many fellas
Would jack a motha fuckin real nigga cuz they jealous.
They do it for the fame.
Explain. Insane. What's in a name? What's in a name?
Peep game.
[Chorus repeats]
Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style.
Put it together like a puzzle builder.
If Trenton don't get cha, pops gon' kill ya.
Killa Cali.
The state where they kill.
Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill?
The bitches lookin funny.
Feel em at me. Feel em at me wit they minds on they heaven
Wit they .357.
-Where you at?
*On the freeway, deep in LA.
-OK, see you when get here loc.
*OK.
-Here I am. Here I am.
*Goddamn that was quick.
-Told ya I was comin. Who is that? Is that your woman?
*Na, that's just a hoochie looking for some juice.
-What's up my nigga? What ya know? A nigga got a little bigger.
That's all folks know.
Fat gold ropes.
Gotta keep a low key for my attack.
When I approach, I want the diamonds, the pearls.
The round the way girls.
Cuz baby got, baby got back out this world.
Would you give a fee? Never.
Fly like a feather.
Make more money than your father and your mother put together.
The game is to be sold, not to be told.
So buy it.
Can't afford it?
Low budget hoes gotta brother.
Peep game.
[Chorus repeats]
Don't sell out.
Get the hell out.
Cuz here I come.
Hit em with my bop gun.
They came and they blast.
We got witt they ass.
And oh, pop this vest and all the rest of that mess.
Comin through like Terminater 2.
Boost your crew cuz we ain't afraid of you.
You know what time it is wit me once the clock stike 3.
We goin coo-coo like Cocoa Puffs. Whooo eeii!!!
[Chorus repeats]
Time to get paid, time to get paid. Check.
Time to represent the west. On me: nuttin but a vest.
Got my hands on my glock, eyes on the prize.
First sucka jump, first sucka die.
Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya.
Hard as a boulder.
Motha fuckin souja.
Boom bam boom!! It's a stick up.
Vice president Dan Quayle eat a dick up.
Peep game.
[Chorus repeats]
(Spoken by Tupac)
Punk motha fucka.
Fuck all those motha fuckas, they all can eat a motha fuckin dick up.
Word up. Fuck the police. I don't give a fuck.
Bobcat in this motha fucka boy.
Big up! Big up! To the criminals.
Fuck em.
this is serious business.
Yeah, microphone mafia.
Tupac, Threat, Bobcat.
93 shot.
Yeah nigga, bitch.

(feat. Wycked)
Daddy's home...
[2Pac]
Heh, so?
You say that like that means somethin to me
You've been gone a mighty long motherfuckin time
for you to be comin home talkin that 'daddy's home' shit (nigga)
We been gettin along fine just without you
Me, my brother, and my mother
So if you don't mind, you can step the FUCK off, POPS.. fuck you!
[2Pac]
Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight
A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night
Please send me a pops before puberty
the things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity
Moms always work, I barely see her
I'm startin to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her
It's a wonder they don't understand kids today
so when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way
And I hope that he answers me
I heard God don't like ugly well take a look at my family
A different father every weekend
Before we get to meet him they break up before the week ends
I'm gettin sick of all the friendships
As soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick
How can I be a man if there's no role model?
Strivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle
I'm so sorry...
[Chorus]
I'm so sorry
for all this time (I'm so sorry)
for all this time
for all this time (don't lie)
I'm so sorry
for all this time (so, sorry)
for all this time
for all this time, so sorry baby!
[Wycked]
Moms had to entertain many men
Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again
I'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother
Moms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father
Should I stay or run away, tell me the answer
Moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer
Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff
Moms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough
Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities
Instead of takin care of me, he'd rather live lavishly
That's why I'll never be a father;
unless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother
(That's when I started hatin the phony smiles
Said I was an only child)
Look at mama's lonely smile
It's hard for a son to see his mother cry
She only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys
I'm so sorry...
[Chorus]
I'm so sorry
for all this time
for all this time
for all this time
I'm so sorry
for all this time
for all this time (so sorry)
for all this time, so sorry baby!
[2Pac]
Man child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes
Moms was the only one there my pops was a no-show
And ohh -I guess ya didn't know
that I would grow to be so strong
Lookin kinda pale, was it the ale oh pops was wrong
Where was the money that you said, you would send me
talked on the phone and you sounded so friendly
Ask about school and my welfare
but it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares
You think I'm blind but this time I see you comin, Jack
You grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin back
Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start
Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart
So don't even start with that 'wanna be your father' shit
Don't even bother with your dollars I don't need it
I'll bury moms like you left me all alone G
Now that that I finally found you, stay the Fuck away from me
You're so sorry..
[Chorus]
I'm so sorry (so sorry)
for all this time (so, so sorry)
for all this time (I'm so so sorry)
for all this time (fuck that!)
I'm so sorry
for all this time (no)
for all this time (so sorry)
for all this time, so sorry baby!
[Tupac - impersonating his father]
I never meant to leave but I was wanted
Crossed too many people every house I'd touch was haunted
Had to watch the strangers every brother was in danger
If I was to keep you breathin, had to be out of range-a
Had to move, one to lost my name and pick the number
Made me watch my back I had no happy home to run to
Maybe it's my fault for being a father livin fast
But livin slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass
Hindsight shows me it was wrong all along
I wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong
It took a little longer than I thought
I slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts
Now I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand
all I ever wanted was for you to be a man
and grow to be the type you was meant to be
Keep the war fightin by the writings that you sent to me
I'm so sorry...
[Chorus w/ variations til end]

'Alright now, here we go'
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt
and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers kill me
I'm out the gutter, pick a hero
I'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competion's zero
Cause I could give a fuck about you, better duck
Or I'll be forced to hit yo ass up I give a fuck
I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?
It's gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops to come and get me
Niggaz know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
Word to God I've been ready to die since I was born
I don't want no shit but niggaz trip and yo it's on
Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry
Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried
It's a man's world, niggaz get played, another stray
Hope I live to see another day, hey
I'm getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust?
Got my mama stressin thinkin it's a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached
We living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my last
Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask
That's the consequences when ya livin, fast
Six bricks of tricks, for my niggaz, I gotta come up
and recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures
Is it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover
over the fence and open fire
'Alright now, here we go'
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
These motherfuckers on my ass I'm in traffic, will it be tragic?
I'm comin round the corner like I'm Magic
Doin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches
In a high speed chase with these punk bitches
Don't turn around I ain't givin up, cause they don't worry me
Pussy ass bitches better bury me
Runnin outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot
We in the hood, how the fuck they gon catch a crook? Haha
I got away cause I'm clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together
I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies
at the coppers that persue me, beotch!
I be a hustler til it's over, motherfucker
Open fire on you bustas
'Alright now, here we go'
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state
I gotta pay my fuckin bills, so I'm transportin weight
Change my plates, pick up my nigga, and now we rollin
Droppin keys like they stolen, hehe
Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta town until the coast is clear
Enough dope to last a year
They got me running from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin down a dirt road
But I ain't goin alive, I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd rather fire on my target
I hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh shit!
Them bitches right behind me
They take a shot and hit my fuckin tires
Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka!
Hahahaha, Thug Life!

Intro: 2Pac
Only God can judge me, is that right
[synth voice] Only God can judge me now
Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else
All you other motherfuckers get out my business
Verse One: 2Pac
Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see
And in my mind I'ma blind man doin time
Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me
Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine
Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin
I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed
And fantasies of my family, in a hearse
And they say it's the white man I should fear
But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here
I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side
Jealousy inside, make em wish I died
Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for
Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door
And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed
And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees
Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only God can judge me
Chorus: 2Pac
[synth voice] Only God can judge me
That's right baby, yeah baby
[synth voice] Only God
Hahahahahahahaha
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me, only God can judge
[synth cont.] me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me
And only God can
[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth voice] Only God can judge me now
*heart monitor: long beep*
Flatline!
Verse Two: 2Pac
I hear the doctor standing over me *heart monitor: beeping slowly*
screamin I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked
Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV
Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me *beeping sound stops*
I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies
I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets
I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce
How did it come to this I wish they didn't miss
Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here
Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care
Try to remember, but it hurts
I'm walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt
I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward
There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power
is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state
And our fate, is a lifetime of hate
Dear Mama, can you save me And fuck peace
Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat
No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped
Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it's
a million motherfuckers stressin just like me
Only God can judge me
Chorus w/ variations
Interlude: 2Pac
That which does not kill me can only make me stronger
(That's for real)
and I don't see why everybody feel as though
that they gotta tell me how to live my life
(You know)
Let me live baby, let me live
Verse Three: Rappin 4-Tay, Tupac
Pac I feel ya, keep servin it on the reala
For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya
Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement
He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin
Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law
So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin a cross, that's real
Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him
Sold a half a million tapes now everybody want him
After talkin behind my back like a bitch would
Tellin them niggaz, You can fade him, punk I wish you would
It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place
to get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase
Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch
My new shit is so fetti already sold a key of ounce
Bitch, remember Tupac and 4-Tay
Them same two brothers dodgin bullets representin the Bay
Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around
Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown
That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin sellin lies
Don't think I don't see you haters, I know you all in disguise
Guess you figure you know me cause I'm a Thug
That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz
Been livin lavish like a player all day
Now I'm bout to floss em off, player shit with 4-Tay
Only God can judge me
Chorus w/ variations
[4Tay] Only God main
[2Pac] That right
[4Tay] That's real
[2Pac] Hahahahahaha
[4Tay] Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin
[2Pac] Man, look here man
My only fear of death is comin back to this bitch reincarnated
That's for the homey mental
We up out
Chorus w/out 2Pac continues to fade

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyo
Are you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever
Tell me, which one?
They wanna bury me, I'm worried -- I'm losin my mind
Look down the barrel of my nine and my vision's blurry
Fallin to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord
but he ignores me unfortunately cause I'm guilty
Show me a miracle, I'm hopeless -- I'm chokin off
marijuana smoke, with every toke it's like I'm losin focus
Fallin to sleep while I'm at service, when will I die?
Forever paranoid and nervous because I'm high
Don't mention funerals I'm stressin, and goin nutty
And reminiscin bout them niggaz that murdered my buddy
I wonder when will I be happy, ain't nothin funny
Flashbacks of bustin caps, anything for money
Where am I goin I discovered, can't nothin save me
My next door neighbor's havin convo with undercovers
Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it
Happy birthday bitch, you know you shouldn'ta did it
Everybody's dyin am I next, who can I trust?
Will they be G's, and they look at me before they bust?
Or will they kill me while I'm sleepin, two to the head
while I'm in bed, leakin blood on my satin sheets
Is there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin suspicious
of this bitch the line busy everytime I call her
Now she's tellin me to visit, who else is home?
I check the house before I bone, so we all alone
After I nut I hit the highway, see ya later
To all the players watch the fly way a nigga played her
The bitch is tellin all her homies -- that I can fuck her
like no other now them other bitches wanna bone me
I'm under pressure gettin drunk, somebody help me
I drink a fifth of Hennesey I don't think it's healthy
I see my enemies they creepin, don't make me blast
I watch the five-oh's roll, the motherfuckers pass
by me like they know me, smilin as they laugh
I put up my middle finger then I dash
Niggaz don't like me cause I'm Thuggin, and every day
I'm a hustler lookin to get paid
They wanna bury me, I'm worried -- no need to lie
I pray to God I don't scream when it's time to fry
Nowhere to rest I'm losin homies, ain't that a bitch
When I was rich I had clout, now a nigga's lonely
I put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer
I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?
Then tell me am I lost cause I'm lonely
I thought I had friends but in the end a nigga dies lonely
Nowhere to run I'm in terror, and no one cares
A closed casket at my funeral and no one's there
Is there a future for a killer? I change my ways
But still that don't promise me the next day
So I stay Thuggin with a passion, forever blastin
I'm bustin on these motherfuckers in my madness
They wonder if I'm hellbound... well Hell
can't be worse than this, cause I'm in Hell now
Don't make me hurt you I don't want to, but I will
See motherfuckers killed over phone bills
Never will I die, I'll be back
Reincarnated as a motherfuckin mack
I love it cause in heaven there's no shortage on G's
I'm tellin you now, you motherfuckers don't know me
'Only fear of death..'
'You ghetto niggaz'
'Only fear of death is comin back reincarnated'
[repeats continously w/ variations]
Hahaha, I ain't scared to die
I ain't scared to die
To my homies in heaven
I ain't scared to die
Do you wanna live forever?
Are you scared, to die?
Or will you scream, when you fry?
I don't fear death
My only fear of death is comin back, reincarnated
This is dedicated to Mental, R.I.P.
And Big Kill, R.I.P.
And all you other O.G.'s, who go down
I don't fear death

(feat. Dramacydal)
[Tupac]
That's right nigga you gotta get your papers in this motherfucker
I ain't mad at ya at all (damn)
Aiyyo, what the fuck you wanna be when you grow up RahRah?
[RahRah] Nigga, is you stupid, I wanna be a motherfuckin Outlaw
[Tupac] That's right nigga, hahaha.. housin these hoes, you feel me?
[RahRah] Aight, knowhatI'msayin?
[Tupac] You got to do that shit, keepin it real nigga or what?
[RahRah] Keepin it real!
[Tupac] How old are you nigga?
[RahRah] I'm eleven
[Tupac]
Cause all I see is, murder murder, my mind state
preoccupied with homicide, tryin to survive through this crime rate
Dead bodies at block parties, those unlucky bastards
Gunfire now they require may be closed casket
Who can you blame? It's insane what we dare do
Witness an evil that these men do, bitches in, too
In fact they be the reasons niggaz get to bleedin
Pull the fuckin fire when I leave em, you shoulda seen em
Hostile hoes catch elbows (beotch!) negroes disposed of
and snitches get dealt with, with no love
Body bags of adversaries that I had to bury
I broke the law and they jaw, all in the same flurry
But never worry, they'll remember me through history
Causin motherfuckers to bleed, they'll label me a
[Chorus]
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (They came in to sin)
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (Dear God, I wonder could you save me?)
[Tupac]
Before I close my eyes I fantasize I'm livin well
when I awake and realize I'm just a prisoner in hell
Just as well, cause in my cell I'm keepin pictures of these bastards
Excersisin, visualizin, everyone inside a casket
Picture me blasted, surrounded by niggaz in masks
Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass
Will I last? Heaven or Hell? Freedom or jail?
Shit's hard, who can you tell? Aand if we fail?
High speeds, and thai weed on the freeway
When will they learn to take it easy? Uh
Drivebys and niggaz die, murder without a motive
by making motherfuckers fry
Got me runnin from these coward-ass crooked-ass cops
Helicopters tryin to hover over niggaz til we drop
Got no time for the courts, my only thought is open fire
Hit the district attorney, but fuck that bitch, cause she's a lie
Now it's time to expire, I see the judge, spray the bitch
'Motherfuckers is crooked,' is what I scream, and hit the fence
I comense to get wicked, spittin rounds as the plot thickens
Never missin an early grave is my only mission
If I die, never worry, bury me beside my four-five
May God forgive me, I was high, label me a
[Chorus]
[Dramacydal]
Society lied to me, I ain't never gonna try to be
My mob'll be doin robberies, and stickups on these wannabe's
I witnessed niggaz lose they chest
For ordinary reasons niggaz bodies put to rest
So I just.. swallow my Beck's and holla, 'Fuck em!'
And if I'm next.. just let a nigga step with somethin
I ain't fearin nuttin
Young and thuggin, prepared for bustin if that's my destiny
Ready for whatever, see you niggaz can't get the best of me
(hold me down) Definitely no need for askin
(now he mad) Top speed (smokin weed) blasted (biotch!)
Cause when I bust em they gonna shiver, the killers cry
Soldiers got bodies floatin in the river, what is they sayin?
Talkin bout prayin -- they need to stop, that ain't gon' help
These niggaz sprayin up my block, tryin to take my wealth
[Chorus 2X]
[Tupac]
Fuck the judge, I gotta grudge
Punk police, niggaz run the streets
Hahah, it ain't nuttin but muuuuzik
Shit's changed
1995 the game has changed, motherfuckers is actin REAL strange
The rules is all rearranged
You got babies lyin dead in the streets
These punk police is crooked as me
but all I see is motherfuckers actin less than G's
Stop bein a playa-hater, be a innovator nigga
Fuck that shit, don't be no entertainer and a stranger
Be a real motherfucker keep it real pack that steel
Cause you know these streets is real deal
Muh'fuckers wanna see me in my casket
Jealous, motherfuckin bastards
I never die, thug niggaz multiply
Cause after me is Thug Life baby
Then the young thugs
Then the youngest thug of all my nigga RahRah

(feat. Bad Ass)
[Intro]
Hand me a cigarette DAWG! [inhales]
They got me feelin crazier than a motherfucker
I got Bad Ass in this motherfucker
Makaveli the Don, representin the Outlawz
Bad Ass representin the L.B.C.
So what'cha wanna do? Y'know how we do it
[overlapping the Intro]
.. puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got a nigga goin cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
[Chorus]
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
(Tell 'em bout it)
[2Pac]
Last year was a hard one, but life goes on
Hold my head against the wall learnin right from wrong
They say my ghetto intrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Blame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check it
Don't have to bump this but please respect it
I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us
Turned into a plus, now they stuck livin blinded
Hennesey got me feelin bad, time to stop drinkin
Rollin, in my drop-top Jag, what's that cops thinkin?
Sittin in my car, watch the stars and smoke
I came a long way but still I got so far to go
Dear mama, don't worry; I'ma watch for snakes
Tell Setchu, that I love her, but it's hard to take
I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
(One, two, three, four)
[2Pac]
I see bloods and crips runnin up the hill
Lookin for a better wayyyyyy..
My brothers and sisters it's time to bail
cause even thug niggaz prayyyyyy..
Hopin God hear me, I entered the game; look how much I changed
I'm no longer innocent - casualties of fame
Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places
And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face
when I gave her the keys to her own house, this your land
Your only son done became a man
Watchin time fly; I love my people do or die
But I wonder why, we scared to let each other fly
June 1-6, '7-1, the day
mama pushed me out her womb, told me, 'Nigga get paid.'
No one can understand me - the black sheep
Outcasted from my family, now packin heat
I run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Bad Ass]
God help me out here, cause I'm posessed
I need the root of all evil for my stress
Cause money's like a stong prescription drug, it's got me addicted
to the pleasure and the pain it inflicted
Somethin bout the paper wit the pictures of the president's, head
Damn, it's like a motherfuckin plague that spread
It's epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worse
I keep my head on straight, makin money cause it's cursed
Makin money makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay
paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin to live
No matter how hard you try, it's in death, you gotta die
A lot of my, peers didn't make it to the years to come
Did life doin right, or did life livin dumb
Who has the answers? I wonder; I turn to my elders
They aged and experienced, but they can't even tell ya
or tell me, that there'll be light at the end of the road
(Why?) Cause they don't even know
A million thangs run through my mind..
You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin time..
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Chorus repeats while Tupac speaks below]
[2Pac]
I feel fucked up in this bitch.
I smoked half a ounce to the head
Chocolate tye, indo, Hawaiian, lambsbread, buddha, all that shit
I'm fucked up in this motherfucker, and Hennesey don't help
and Hennesey don't help - Thug Passion in this muh'fucker
Makaveli the Don puttin it down to the fullest, maximum overload
3 Day Theory - Killuminati to your body
with the impact of a 12 gauge shotty
Double-I slugs, no love, straight thugs
One time for my niggaz in the jail cell
(One time for my niggaz locked up)
One time for my niggaz doin life in hell
(One time for my niggaz and shit, one time)
One time for my niggaz in the jail cell
(One time)
One time for my niggaz doin life in hell
(One time for my niggaz locked down)
One time for my niggaz in the jail cell
(For my niggaz locked up, one time)
One time for my niggaz on Death Row
(One time for my niggaz on the Row)
For my niggaz on Death Row
One time for my niggaz livin, broke
(Westside, California style, L.A.!)
One time for my niggaz livin, broke
(You know what time it is, no doubt)
One time for my niggaz in the.. jail cell
(Get high, puffin on lye, wonder if it get me high)
(Yeah, yeah, crazy..)

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.
I know this dope is sold
but I ain't the one sellin'.
Don't want to be another number.
I got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from goin under.
The federalles 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.

[cutting and scratching]
She's a part time
a part time
part time
She's a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
part time
She's a (part time mutha)
Meet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track
Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac
Now what's that say about, this big epidemic
This hypocritical world, and the people in it
Now speaking of in it Cindi loved to get buckwild
Fuck with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles
That would be cool, if she was your lover
But fuck that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother
Welfare checks never stepped through the front door
Cuz moms would run to the dopeman once more
All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal
Now I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel
So don't even trip, when I flip, with my thirty-eight
Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate
Word to the mutha, I'm touched
When moms come by, niggaz hush or get rushed
Maybe one day she'll recover
But what will it take, to shake, or break
My part time mutha
I gotta live with a part time
A part time
A part time
She's a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
She's a (part time mutha)
I grew up in a home where no-one liked me
Moms would hit the pipe, everynight, she would fight me
Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest
He's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dress
Just another pest, and yes I was nervous
Blood sensor tests, I just don't deserve this
I wanna tell mom, but would she listen
She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix in
So... now I lay me down to sleep
Lord don't let him rape me
If he does my soul to keep
Don't let the devil take me
Can't concentrate I contemplate in my classroom
Thinkin how my step dad, raped me in the bathroom
Every day I make class, and yet I'm missing periods
The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearing it
I gotta tell mom, before she sees me
I told her how he G'd me, and she didn't believe me
Callin me a slut cuz my butt's kinda big so
Still that ain't no way to be talkin to your kids though
I can't believe the way you call it
Gotta believe in him, and dissin her own daughter
Time for me to break and find another
That's when I discovered
The ways of the days of a part time mutha
I got a part time
A part time
A part time
She's a (part time mutha)
Part time
A part time
A part time mutha
She's a (part time mutha)
I rush to tend her, talked as I touch her
She blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust her
I'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block
Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cot
She's gone, and I'm thinkin that my game's so strong
Pat myself on the back and move on
Is this just how it is hell no
Cuz she came back with the kid and yo
I been payin ever since
The clothes the food the cars and oh the rent
All of my time gets spent at the workplace
No time to kiss her got me list in the first place
So I do the dishes and clean the floor
When I sleep I can't dream anymore
Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha
And I, change the diapers and clean the shit
The tables are turned I can't take this
Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha
A part time
A part time mutha
Now I'm a part time mutha
I'm a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
Part time
Now I'ma (part time mutha)
She's a part time
A part time mutha
He's a part time mutha
She's a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
A part time
Part time mutha
A part time
A part time mutha
Pa-pa-pa-part time
Pa-pa-pa-part time...

featuring Jadakiss
[Intro] (2Pac)
Niggas! (Yeah!) (Uh)
Niggas!
[Verse: 2Pac]
Who's afraid of the punk police?
Niggas run the streets, no justice no peace
Fuck the law, rather draw than do time
Don't fuck with mine, cross the line, my two nines
go baya baya when I shoot 'em
Korean mothafuckers was crooked, so niggas had to burn and loot 'em
Now the streets ain't safe at night
My Niggas! Straight take his life
So don't sleep when my Jeep creep up, how we hit 'em
Empty the clip, then dip cuz we did 'em
Lickin' of shots for Latasha that's proper
Love for my niggas but a glock for the coppers
So what the fuck you wanna do now
I packed a .9 last year, in '99 I'm packin' 2 now
And even if they pull their triggers
They can shoot one man, but nothings gonna stop the plan of true niggas
[Chorus] (2Pac)
Niggas! (Yeah niggas, you can't fuck with us)
Niggas! (Cuz bein' a nigga means you love niggas)
Niggas!
(Jada!, ey yo)
[Verse: Jadakiss]
My dimes make the fiends go to sleep, so they call 'em bedrocks
Niggas is like photographers, all they take is head shots
Your last words'll be, "damn what's all these red dots?"
Niggas nowawadays, they worry me, my bars is therapy
As long as you usin' them thouroughly, muah til the day that they bury me
My niggas is stronger and tighter now than they probably will ever be
And i'm a product of the '70's
The hood got niggas on punishment, that's why they never leave
If I ain't eatin' with you, i'm probably beefin' with you
If no money ain't involved ain't no need for me speakin' with you
I know you got a gun but i'm hopin' you keep it with you
Cuz unfortunately, i'm one of them rappers that keep a pistol and
You know what the llama do, Shady/Aftermath, Ruff Ryders, D-Block, and of course
Amaru
Lotta people honor you, probably cuz of the way you used to bring the drama to
whoever you wanted to, you a leader when you can get a leader to follow you
But anyway, life goes on, so i'll see you when I art in heaven like our fathers
do
[Chorus] (2Pac)
Niggas! (Yeah niggas, you can't fuck with us)
Niggas! (Yeah niggas, cuz bein' a nigga means you love niggas)
Niggas!
Niggas! (Nigga!, you can't fuck with us)

Yeah these are my words to my firstborn, you know what time it is,
these are
my words to my firstborn, nothing left to hear
(Tupac)
Can you picture
young niggas in the a rush to grow
the hard times in the pen
had to crush his throat
probaly never even saw it coming
to busy bullshitting
caught him with his mouth runnin
ain't that a bitch
they got me twisted in this game
the fedz, and the po police pointing 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 suppose to be a easy hit
now shit is flipped
cause niggas died over bullshit
It's not my dream
seeing pictures of a broken man
no witnesses
only the question of a smoked man
young addalicent in the prime live the life of crime
but what ain't logical
we hobble through these trying times
living blind
Lord help me with my troubled soul
why all my homiez had to die before they got to grow
and right before I put my head on the pillow
I saw a prayer
one love to the thug's in heaven
I'll see you there
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born
help me make it threw the storm
the words to my first born feel me
My words to my firstborn
my words to my first born
(Tupac)
Since my very first day on this earth
I was cursed
so I knew the birth of a child would make my life worst
though it hurst me
there was no remorse
cause wild seeds can't grow
watch your soul
cause you know what you had to do
so the victims of the world came to
I understand there is a better day coming
sometimes catching you sleeping on the dead end
driving with the car running blinded
ain't no love in the hood
only hearts torn
love letters to the unsitting unborn
all the babies that died up on the table
wasn't able to breathe
cause the family wasn't able
can't blaim I would do the same
all I could give it was my depth 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 born
my words to my firstborn, feel me
my words to my first born
my niggas Nutso up in this bitch
these are my words to my firstborn
(Nutso)
I'm just another thug nigga trapped in this ghetto life
an endless hustla
struggling trying to settle right
and doing dirt ain't saving me
but the streets is the only thing paying me, feel me
running with G's
stacking G's
packing E's
mobb life to these mothafuckas wack me
stacking greenary
thugging to I die
picking up so much J
I'm getting high
got the fedz on me
and they label me a bad grip
thinking I'm the reason why this nigga got his head through
on the run
now daddy got to pack a gun
cause these niggas want me to make you the last one
about these riches
these jealous bitches are going to sell through
welcome to life
and if I die
remember that it is all love when I'm by your side
every night
don't be a loser
choose your dreams through your things
cause solo to the ho ho will twitch you up
like shoe strings
open your eyes
don't let these haters get you
roll up and diss you
my words to my firstborn
(Tupac)
words to my mothafuckn seeds, you feel me, nigga doesn't know what's
going to
happen until tomorrow and the next day, your fuckn baby can be gone
tomorrow,
I already seen it happen, mothafucka got two bullets to his head, he
no longer
exists, that's what I'm talking about, what you going to tell your
kids nigga,
who was you, what was you doing, how did you put it down, these are my
words
to my mothafuckn firstborn, see now you know, know what I mean, ain't
nothing
but a mothafuckn rider, westside till I die, that's all it was, these
crooked
ass dealing hand mothafucka, just played to win, mothafucka got a bet
against
the odds, know what I mean, rolling those mothafuckn dice, sometimes
you get 7
or 11, sometimes we crap out, thats a chance a mothafucka takes, cause
these
are my words to my mothafuckn firstborn, me and my nigga Nutso,
represtenting
the thugs, all over this mothafucka, worlwide, you know what time it
is, all
the abortion clinics, all the baby's that died in miscarriage, you
know what
time it is, we out this bitch

Hey Junior Mafia I got something for your mothafuckn ass
fuckn lil homiez, everybody duck, fuckn lil homiez, lil homies,
everybody
ducks
Pay attention,
Heres a story bout my lil homie, straight thuggin
lil bad young mothafucka, you gotta love him
if you catch him in his G ride
touching his glock
Screamin outlaw,westside mothafucka, on my enemies block
educated on these cold streets,gettin money
makin dummies out the police.aint no peace
for a addalicent nigga, thats what im thinkin
bud smokin 24-7, everyday drinkin
i got my diploma but i never learned shit in school
mo money,mo bitches,mo murder fool
always a young nigga gettin in shit
she wouldnt stop to conversate so you called her a bitch BIATCH
bustin on papers from muthafuckas,
drinkin gin before u get to sinnin on them brothers
emptyed his clip, passed by like he didnt know me
everybody duck, my fuckin lil homie
{chorus}x3
lil homies on the rise, niggas gonna die tonight
lets get high tonight
lil homies mashin,runnin on these punk police
steady blastin (lil young mothafuckas
i remember when u was just a lil G
flirting with death,playing russian rulette
screamin kkkkiiiiillllll mmmmmeeeeeee!!!!
hey there young nigga what u smokin on
mad at the world cause you came from a broken home.
lets all sob cause his moms is sick,
bunch of addalicient niggas spittin major shit.
tell me, young nigga if ya die let me know
would your heart feel pain, watchin ya mother cry.
will all ya homies ride?
Or will they all get high, and talk about how ya die?
young niggaz on a mission to complete.
getting g's, packin heat, bringin havoc to the fuckin streets.
nobody knows why he took a fo fo
and loaded up on the whole front row.
BUCK BUCK!!!!!!!!!!
try to tell him but he act like he don't know me
pull a pistol and show me, my lil homie
{chorus}x3 (ha ha ha, what's up nigga, yeah, lil bad mothafuckas, you
mothafuckas know what time it is, yeah nigga, juvenile deliquents ass
mothafuckas under 18
first to bomb,16 on deathrow,bustin on them phonie muthafuckas
cause the bigger homie said so
niggaz knew i was a nutcase,quick to blast
living underage, but ill blaze on yo bitchass!!
Is there a heaven for a G?
and if there is, will i finally get to be at peace
on the streets aint no peace, shellshocked, doped
makin money off of crack sales, young black males
unable to change cause its a cycle
plus nobody knows the evil that they might do.
lil moo, big jock, came castro
big mouth Hussein,call them for a outlawz
tellin the world to be equiped,
when these young mufuckas whip shit, they dont quit
drew down on me, pull a pound on me
bust like he didnt know me
my lil homiez
{chorus}x5 (Whats up nigga, lets shoot this shit, my lil homiez, lil
bad ass
mothafucka addalicient, my lil homiez, what the fuck you niggas going
to do,
what nigga, my fuckn lil homiez, 16,16, 17 juvenile deliquents, ready
to bust
on you mothafuckas, what the fuck you niggas going to do, nigga take
your shit
over, lil homiez, we robbing mothafuckas nigga, thug life outlawz,
westside,
Death Row nigga, you know what time it is, my lil homiez, you know
what the
fuck you gotta do nigga, throw it up, outlawz nigga, lil homiez,
you'll know
what time it is, Hussein Fatal, Naploean, E.D.Imean, Kastro, Big
mothafuckn
Syke, Bone nito, Makaveli, my fuckn lil homiez, what the fuck you
niggas going
to do, double glot on you bitch made niggas, I open fire on these
deadly
streets, closed casket, fuck you bastards, my fuckn lil homiez don't
give a
fuck about none of you niggas, fuck your famlies, fuck your kids
niggas, my
fuckn lil homiez, fuck all you niggas, outlawz westside Bad Boy killa,
fuck
all you niggas, hey LL meet my lil homiez, LL Cool J, say what, nigga
I'll
rock yout mothafuckn bells, me and my mothafuckn lil homiez, outlawz,
real
niggas, my lil homiez, who wants to get with this who wild shit, my
lil
homiez, mothafuckn Makaveli, mimi 14's, 16's on you bitches, 157 six
mothafuckin times, I'm up in this mothafucka, you niggas don't want
it, my lil
homiez, mothafuckn police get into the car, we going to ride on these
mothafuckas, they don't want to see these Outlawz

[Verse 1]
I lay awake tonight, because I wanna be with you
If you were beside me, I'd playfully kiss you
Each time I see ya, the feelin gets stronger
You sit a bit closer, we stare a lot longer
Huh - reach for my drink and for a second we touch
Words are muttered I stutter, cause I want you that much
The situation is a no-win, cause he's my best friend
But now I'm guilty, of fallin for his girlfriend
I know it's wrong but my heart is filled with purity
I offer passion but he offers security
Its like a trap that I'm sinkin into
I wake up sweaty when I'm sleepin cause I'm thinkin of you
Then we make eye contact, and I can't hold back
I try to shake it but the feelin comes right back
What have I gotten into, I feel posessed by you
I have these thoughts at night, of undressin you
Its kinda obvious blind men might see it
But he doesn't, so he keeps on trustin me
Leaves me alone wit you, while he's on vacation
Well how could he leave me, with this temptation?
Now I'm confused, cause I'm no Casanova
But you keep callin - you're sayin to come over
What do I do? Go or stay and play it smart
Its gettin rougher cause I suffer from a burnin heart..
My burnin heart..
[Verse 2]
Girl, you are my one and only
You are my angel, and now ya wanna leave me lonely
What did I do? Baby did I treat you bad?
My heart is broken, and now ya make me sad
I remember, when this love affair first started
We was so in love, and now we are departed
Girl, I'll buy ya anything ya heart desires
I have to let ya know, baby you're my fire
Warm and wet, each kiss is prolonged
It's your sweet caress that makes Rock T strong
Just bein with you, and seein the two of us
walkin along the beach, cause girl you are my peach
So sweet and tender, my love I surrender
No need to pretend, that you'll want it to end
I'll never let you go, you're forever my girl
Ya know why? Cause girl, you are my world
My burnin' heart..
[Verse 3]
Totally tounge tied, every three seconds I keep watchin you
He's my best friend, but I can't help clockin you
How could this be? How could we both love you
Now I'm trapped in this position and don't know what to do
I could forget about you, pretend that we never met
But when I'm here without you, I start to heavily sweat
You give me looks that reinforce the bond that's already there
So many times I find eyes locked up and just passionately stare
Play the role like you don't matter, he swears that we hate each other
But in reality we can't wait to taste each other
You're my addiction casue I fiend for your desperately
I stand here fantasizin, because you're next to me
What can I do, with this passion I feel
It's too hard to conceal, so I know it's for real
Watched you so many times, I know where every curve is
I think you reads my mind, and so I'm feelin nervous
I wana tell you how I feel, but that wouldn't help
It would only cause problems so I keep to myself
Even though, it drives me crazy, to see you sittin with him
A tear rolls down my cheek, because I see you kiss him
I know the words you're sayin before they can be said
Hear the thoughts that you thinkin before they come in your head
Wouldn't hurt the brother, for anything in this world
But damn I fell in love with his girl - my burnin heart, heart, heart..
[Verse 4]
My heart is burnin, ya know it's yearin, for ya sweet caress
I lay in ecstacy, as you kiss and rub my chest
You know ya love me, why must you deny yourself
what I can offer you, yet you want somebody else?
It's not that - well then girl, what could it be?
I hope I'm good for you, cause baby you're so good for me
Many nights I cried and tried to make this work
Then act the fool and cool and cruel like the church
Well I'm sorry baby, I have to let you know
You are my life my strength I refuse to let you go
You are so beautiful, baby you light up my life
I close my eyes and dream of that you'll become my wife
Day in and day out, it's you I pray about
Don't lock the door to your heart and make me stay out
I love you cause honey, you're like a work of art
You got me on fire - my burnin heart..
[Verse 5]
I lay awake tonight, because I wanna be with you
If you were beside me, I'd playfully kiss you
Each time I see ya, the feelin gets stronger
You sit a bit closer, we stare a lot longer
Huh - reach for my drink and for a second we touch
Words are muttered I stutter, cause I want you that much
The situation is a no-win, cause he's my best friend
But now I'm guilty, of fallin for his girlfriend
I know it's wrong but my heart is filled with purity
I offer passion but he offers security
Its like a trap that I'm sinkin into
I wake up sweaty when I'm sleepin cause I'm thinkin of you
Then we make eye contact, and I can't hold back
I try to shake it but the feelin comes right back
What have I gotten into, I feel posessed by you
I have these thoughts at night, of undressin you
Its kinda obvious blind men might see it
But he doesn't, so he keeps on trustin me
Leaves me alone wit you, while he's on vacation
Well how could he leave me, with this temptation?
Now I'm confused, cause I'm no Casanova
But you keep callin - you're sayin to come over
What do I do? Go or stay and play it smart
Its gettin rougher cause I suffer from a burnin heart..
My burnin heart..
My burnin heart.. my burnin heart.. my burnin heart..

When I was a young me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool
with the big boys, breakin all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddys, the same drama
When things went wrong we'd blame mama
I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary?
Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day
And runnin from the police, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, mama
You always was a black queen, mama
I finally understand
for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
[Chorus: Reggie Green & "Sweet Franklin" w/ 2Pac] Lady...
Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady Dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don't cha know we love ya?
[second and third chorus, "And dear mama" instead of "Dear mama"]
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there
He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger
wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along
I was lookin for a father he was gone
I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really hangin
I needed money of my own so I started slangin
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good puttin money in your mailbox
I love payin rent when the rents due
I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
Cause when I was low you was there for me
And never left me alone because you cared for me
And I could see you comin home after work late
You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate
Ya just workin with the scraps you was given
And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin
But now the road got rough, you're alone
You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated[Chorus Lady...
Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
Dear mama Place no one above ya, sweet lady You are appreciated
Don't cha know we love ya? [Verse Three: 2Pac]
Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act craaazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day
Everything will be alright if ya hold on
It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
[Chorus] Lady... Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
Dear mama Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
And dear mama Dear mama Lady [3X]

They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death
My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest
My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary
My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnessecary, I'm gettin worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he clutchin on a four-five
My neighborhood ain't the same
Cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game
And I swear it's like a trap
But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block
Now shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
Black male slippin in hail when will we prevail
Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well
And the system's sucidal with this Thug's Life
Stayin strapped forever strapped in this drug life
God help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home... on my block
And I can't help but wonder whhhy, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK's and the driveby
Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin black life
But I can't blame the dealers
My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shit's real, I know ya feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor
Gamin the hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her
It's a man's world, stayin strapped
Fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin focus... on my block
And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break nine
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind
I see the same motherfuckers ballin
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this
Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes
Tryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame
And what's strange is that everybody knows my name, swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game... from my block

(feat. Big Syke)
[2Pac]
Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me?
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these NARC's
be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been movin these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killers on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low
Although I'm young, I'm still comin up
I'm gettin paid, pullin razors on niggaz when they runnin up
The first to pull a strap when there's drama - busta you ain't heard?
I've been slicin motherfuckers since I lost my mama
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cock D, and they don't quit until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game
[Chorus]
{'Prince of peace must hear our plea'}
{'Told life you'd be back'} {'There you were'}
{'Prince of peace must hear our plea'}
{'Everybody look around'} {'There is no hope'}
{'Prince of peace must hear our plea'}
{'Brothers we better get hip'}
[Big Syke]
My mama say I'm crazy cause I'm all about the hood
I can't get my shit together but I'm on leather and wood
And the hood is all I know, patrol and circle the block
Off the curb and niggaz swerve, serve a smoker a rock
And I'm hot like fish grease and nigga so is my Caddy
And I'm steady catchin static, move the traffic to the alley
Out in Cali niggaz rally others all for the soil
Mix the work with bakin soda and get the water to boil
OH NO can't no busters hang, I hope you feel me mayne
Cause snitches bitches and they ain't been loyal to the game
My niggaz feel my pain, when sunshine turn to rain
You know these buster motherfuckers came to fuck the game
And it's a shame I see the mark in they eyes
When they yellin that he tellin get to me, no surprise, nigga
[Chorus]
{'And come off this trip'}
[DJ Quik]
Loyalty, undeservedly, never heard of me
I, be the exception, the epitome of adaption
The superficial surroundings, bullets fiends cockhounds and
enemies in my family extortin schemin and scammin me (pop pop)
I'm like loose rollin, I'm growin until the diesel hit me
I'm badder than bruised, and madder havin to choose
'tween happiness and the blues, and who be fillin my shoes
when I done had it with crews, ecstatic to see me lose
But panic when I be smooth, I'm manic but I'm no fool
Y'all rappin I'm talkin cool, and Columbine is not cool
In Compton they shoot up schools too, ridin by to see who's who
Cock the shotty they cruise through, rock the body blood ooze through
Tell his family that dude's blue, no comin back
from him scrappin when niggaz was packin and he wasn't packin too
So if you feel me you know when they try to kill me they slow
I seen from 'round the corner with mirrors and creeped up on 'em
[Chorus - 5/6ths]
{'Thugs throw like wine down a nigga's throat
if this shit don't STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP!'}

Me and my closest road dogz
To my dog named Musolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby
The return of the mashers, you know how we do it
Hahaha!
[2Pac]
Shit half the times we flaunt cause trouble
My closest road dog it was cool cause I love you
Fuck what they talkin bout
Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind
Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin cases
Indeed, it was misery
Driven by my own demons, cause they was killin me
How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon
It's gettin deeper now, let me get yo' mind right
Fuck yo' enemies, nigga grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night
Murder murder Mr. Lucifer
Pictures of the devil DUCK when he shoot at cha, it's all political
Runnin from the future, escapin in the fog
Live yo' life like a hog nigga, me and my closest road dogz
[Chorus: sung]
Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my road dogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz
Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?
Even when I'm goin through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin out for all mine
[2Pac]
Haha.. bring artillery and ROLL with a nigga
They could never take the soul of a M.O.B. soldier nigga
Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em Makaveli
Boy youse a boss player, that's what all the bitches tell me
Even if I died now
I live my life eternally and never lie down, why cry now?
Fooled a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin to hear it
Evil spirits hide at total strangers, yo' life's in danger
Prepare nigga be aware, cause we ain't scared
M.O.B., 'til I die, when we ride niggaz disappear
Fill 'em up with pistol smoke
Never forget to blow a hole in his head
for leakin information to the feds
The burnin bed was the tellin sign
Two hired guns bustin everyone, yellin everybody die
Why the fuck they fuck around, we left 'em in the fog
bleedin like a stuck hog, me and my closest road dogz
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
Fuck they feelings, that's what they get for squealin
That's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dealin
See me in physical form, my niggaz swarm
Take the figure of a circle beatin jealous niggaz 'til they purple
Simon Says take they heads homies
and send them phony motherfuckers to dwell with all they dead homies
Fishin for fake niggaz, observe and shake niggaz
The only way to see six figures, is break niggaz
Me and Musolini set to ride we high
Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way
Labelled a Capo in the mob as big as the globe
To live and die as a millionaire, on ..
Set to explode, my M.O., is kill them hoes
My pistol's like a disease, my enemies and foes
Get murdered and disposed of, we in the fog
Makaveli the Don, and my closest road dogz
[Chorus] - 2X

(feat. 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 penitentary 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 shorty was full of car chases
While runnin with John Gotti's and Scarface's
Niggas knew, I'd be the Don in 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 w/ ad libs]
[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 Cristal, 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 then Drew, I drink Mynotti on New, fuck your crew
This type of shit I do for a petty hobby
Fuck the world it's Fatal dog against everybody
[Chorus]
[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 ki's
Hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over bitches
(Nigga!)
[Chorus]
[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 contribed 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]
[E.D.I.]
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 - 2X]
[2Pac]
That's right nigga
Money over motherfuckin bitches
M.O.B. 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
[E.D.I.]
BIATCH!

f/ Outlawz
[2Pac]
No man seperate what we create
Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures
Death Row at it's finest!
M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggaz
We comin after these niggaz, worldwide
Feel me! Makaveli the Don
My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love
Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs
Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?
World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star
Fuck the love, niggaz fear me
Got these niggaz runnin all wild from my double-I
When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die
Boom once I enter the room, in the air
all you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz scared
They don't wanna see me head on..
Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone
Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B.
Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker..
Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer
Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga
(Can you feel me?)
A motherfuckin made nigga..
I got a plot to get richer, take my picture
A made nigga
[Napolean]
Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat
My role model was killin niggaz so I know, I would never be weak
They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins
These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed them
Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz
And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz
Niggaz don't like us because they bitches straight love us
The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us
It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin
and seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin
A made nigga
[Fatal Hussein]
How many niggaz fall in ya vision?
Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison
We mash together, plus we get cash together
Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever
It's only one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men
We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the roof off them groups like (?)Rachmel Raouf(?)
I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch
And the niggaz that I'm under, is just too much
We made niggaz
[E.D.I.]
Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine
Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen
I began the paper, stackin at those
who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's
Baby, maybe, that's if I slip
But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin
Born July, 7th a few shed eyes
Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish
But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game
Made for war, my aim is simple and plain
Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain
You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin
[Kastro]
I ain't count the line, my strap, not head,
there will be none of that
The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat
With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga
Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea
lFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb
with a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun
And the outcome will be the same every time
We all gon' die, get yours cause I'ma get mine
[Khadafi]
Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit
Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public
With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw
Thug nigga to the core
The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level
Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil
Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year
Made niggaz on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga
[2Pac]
Ha ha ha.. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily
Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli
Gettin lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries
Game, when applied help me survive several centuries
Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage
Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray
They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced
On my knees to God, beggin for repentence
I'm convinced, that I'm a thug
They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs
Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter
Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order
Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain
my army of lunatics that stay armed
Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga
Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga
[2Pac]
Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha
Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched
My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?
Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M.
I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream
Come and see, to see a made nigga
The Outlawz.. Makaveli The Don
Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi..
Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggaz on the streets
The motherfuckin made Niggaz
All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his niggaz
You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Young Gotti..(Hahaha, Westside made niggaz BEOTCH!!)
[Cop speaks over Tupac's part above]
Uhh.. sarge.. uhh..
We've got uhh Tupac Shakur..
Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein..
Uhh Kastro, Khadafi
We got a bunch of niggaz here
They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money
They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?
Uhh I repeat let 'em go
I repeat, let 'em go
They're made niggaz.. let 'em go
But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed
I said let 'em go
Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry
I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can go

f/ Treach, Riddler
[2Pac]
Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me?
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these narcs
be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been movin these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killas on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low
Although I'm young, I'm still comin up
I'm gettin paid, pullin raises on niggas when they runnin up
The first to pull a strap when there's drama
Busta, you ain't heard?
I've been slicin motherfuckerss since I lost my momma
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocked, G, and they don't quit until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game
*Chorus*
[Treach]
Without no doubt I ain't no slouch and it ain't time to back down
So I jumps in and try to stop-a and watch-a
Slap you cock-eyed like Popeye fucks spinach
Forgotten more shit than most crews ever know, or ever knew
Was born with 7 flows and only heaven knew
For beat the boot sex, the news breaks, the you shakes
Worse, they heard we got more nerve than a 2-fake
Yoo-hoo to you crew and you too so you knew
I'm from Jersey and I'm a teen so your block more than you do
Whose the new crew?
Show me your neck brotha, and here's another
Smack your mother's mamma's mother
In the first mob of all those other crack lovers
Back was bitch-ass, trick ass, cluk-clow-cluk-clow
How ya like me then, how ya like me, hey-ho, how ya like me now?
Ow, pow, hurt, don't it? Bow, bow, don't run up on it
The same thing minus "P" hangin possies like an exponent
Oh yes, rock in slums, ya gots to run it
It makes no sense to smell like shit
If old ass George could be Washing-tons
*Chorus*
[Riddler]
Now I be loyal to my niggas on the blocks, just buckin the shots
And packin the glocks
and dodgin the cops, and takin over niggas spots
Poppin after poppin the fools be droppin, the hoes be hoppin
On my thing cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim
You lookin grim, is it me or him or him
Or be with me, we be together
So what's up? We can do whatever
Cause real niggas stick together
Till they make it up to heaven
Through the stress, through the hell, through the 1-8-7
The shorter the nigga, the bigga the trigga
The deeper they dig the ditch-a
The Naughty the Treach
then through to the Pac I brings the glock I wets up
You fuckin body, I’m like, Oh my Gody
Did I really shoot him? Yo I shot him
So got him, now I puts the crime behind me
And finds me, a place to lays my head low
I lives doin my rap, but I dies for my hood row
So all you fuckin fools better recognize, and know my fuckin name
I be Riddler to my niggas and I’m loyal to the game
[Chorus]

[Featuring Outlawz]
2Pac: Spoken
No one seperates what we create
Unstoppable, untouchable
Motherfuckin world wide mob figures
Death Row at its finest
M.O.B. thugs for motherfuckin life
Motherfuckin made niggas
We comin after these niggas world wide
Feel me
Makaveli The Don
My life in exchange for yours
Born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin
From a lack of gettin love
Won't nobody tell me shit
Till I got a sac of drugs
At the block sewn up
Cause I wanna pack a gun
Do you feel me?
World do ya hear me?
Catch a risin' star
Fuck the love
Niggas fear me
Got these niggas runnin all wild
From my double R when we ride
Motherfuckers is sure to die
Boom once I enter the room
In the air all you hear
Is the whispers of doom
Niggas scared
They don't wanna see me head on
Think of all the busters
That I had to leave dead and gone
Called a brave nigga
Fuckin with a made nigga
M.O.B. gun fire
Gettin sprayed quicker
Fuck em all let em understand
My plot to get richer
Much more than 6 figures
A motherfuckin made nigga
(Feel me)
Motherfuckin Made Niggas
(Made Niggas)
I got a plot to get richer
Take my picture
A made nigga
Napolean:
Nigga I was raised on the streets
I had to hustle just to eat
My role model was killin niggas
So I know I would never be weak
They got me sittin wonderin
Where my life begins
These niggas cross my father
Then my father cross them
Cause I role with Immortal Thugs Niggas
And my number one plan
To kill a man and grab a needle
And drug niggas
Niggas don't like us
Because they bitches straight love us
The president told us to leave
Cause the government don't want us
It's Napolean
I get my pleasure out of sin and seeing
Plus billin shit
Cause I seen it at the beginning
A Made Nigga
Khadafi:
How many niggas fall in ya vision
Gunnin em down for every last minute
That I spent in prison
We mash together
Plus we get cash together
Blast whenever
Knowin it don't last forever
It's only one way out
And one way in
Motherfuckers cross
And get crossed out
Never made men
We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the roof off them groups
Like rock block raute
I can't be touched
Cause of the weapons I clutch
And them niggas that I'm unda
Is just to much
We Made Niggas
E.D.I. (Idi Amin):
Picture the scenery
So now you gonna have to imagine
Call me a prophet
cause I predicted whats going to happen
I be gettin the paper stackin
At those who be paper snatchin
While their mugs got cracked in the 80's
Baby, maybe thats if I slip
But I became official
Since the start of this
Idi Amin born July
7 of fushid eyes
Plus wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether its cane
Or these tracks made for ya brain
You'll forever know my name
Idi Amin
Hussein:
I aint killed my line, my strap, my head
There will be none of that
The young hog Kato playin
Outlaw immortal combat
With the criminal skill
they can't beat me a nigga
Till we still, and chill
Recognize the real deal
Still a nigga made when I was young
And dumb with a gun but it pays
So I'm bustin for fun
And the outcome will be the same every time
We all going to die
Get yours cause I'm a get mine.
Castro:
Tha Outlawz
We be the Don Wons of this rough shit
Minds baptize your moms
While paralyzin the public
Wit my mentality of war
Dead bodies and silence
Give it to ya raw
Thug nigga to the core
It was also livin poor
Got me thinkin on a made level
Shootin my gauge to get paid
A fuckin crazed devil
Mad shit from here to there
Day by day
Year to year
Made Niggas on your motherfuckin shit
2Pac:
(ha ha ha)
Call me a Bad Boy killer
Murder motherfuckers daily
Know the fed trail me
So my alias is Makaveli
Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentieries
Game when I'm high
Help me survive several centuries
Lock me in a cage
I'll display my rage
Surround the court building
With the gauge and spray
They wonder if I'm going, and finally sentenced
On my knees to God
Beggin for repentence
I'm convinced that I'm a thug
They got me feenin for my cash
Like a feen when he dreams of drugs
Get the dollar
And I'll kidnap your daughter
Kill your wife and hit the funeral
And tell yah just who gave the order
Makaveli The Don, til I'm gone
I maintain my army of lunatics
That stay armed til the day I die
I'll be remembered as a paid nigga
Outlaw til the grave a motherfuckin made nigga.
2Pac: Spoken
Can you feel me, come closer
(ha ha ha)
Get into the mind of a made nigga
I can't be touched
My adversaries get fucked
(feel me)
About time
Niggas made their dreams
All I want is the C.R.E.A.M.
I sell my shit to the feds
All the bitches scream
Come and see
See made niggas
Outlawz Makaveli The Don
Hussein Fatal, (E.D.I)Idi Amin, Castro, Napolean, Khadafi, Mussolini,
M.O.B.
I send this out to my niggas on the streets
The motherfuckin Made Niggas
All my niggas on Death Row
Tha Dogg Pound
Tha Dogg Father and all his niggas
you know what time it is the ass dilinga
Kurupt, Young Godde
___________________________________________________________
The cops in The background while 2Pac speaks:
Cop:
A Srg a we've got a 2Pac Shakur, Fatal, Fatal Hussein, a Castro,
Khidafi
We got a bunch a niggers here
They got guns in their car, they got weed, they got money
They're with a lot of black women
What should we do Srg?
Srg:
I repeat let em go
I repeat let em go their made niggas
Let em go
Cop:
But... But
Srg they got guns, they got weed
Srg:
I said let em go
Cop:
Alright
You guys can go
Sorry... sorry about the mix up
You guys can go.

Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne
[Verse One:]
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, and don't nobody else care
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
Cause sista you don't need him
And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up
[Chorus]
Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier
ooooo child things are gonna get brighter [2x]
[Verse Two:]
Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me
He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough
And though we had it rough, we always had enough
I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I realize momma really paid the price
She nearly gave her life, to raise me right
And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen
I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent
And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen
I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity
It seems tha rain'll never let up
I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up
You know it's funny when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor
Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is
it 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 to survive, cause it's a setup
And even though you're fed up
Huh, ya got to keep your head up
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
And uhh
To all the ladies havin babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son
wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo'
You can't complain you was dealt this
hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless
Because there's too many things for you to deal with
Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless
While tears, is rollin down your cheeks
Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week
Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me
I was given this world I didn't make it
And now my son's getten older and older and cold
From havin the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin Benz
I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
please... you got to keep your head up

Keepin it real
[Verse One: 2Pac]
I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness
Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash
Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other side
Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry
A damn shame, when will we ever change
And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain
Arguements with my Boo is true
I spend mo' time with my niggaz than I do with you
But everywhere it's the same thang, that's the game
I'll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame
I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows
Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold
Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas
Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uhh
It ain't easy, that's my motto
Drinkin Tanqueray straight out the bottle
Everybody wanna know if I'm insane
My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games
And all the drama got me stressin like I'm hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke
Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high
Watchin the cops roll by
It ain't easy... that's right
[Chorus: 2Pac]
It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free
[repeat 3X]
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
I can't sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while I'm dreamin
Wake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers schemin
Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizin
A brother bite the bullet, open fire and I died
I wonder why this the way it is, even now
Lookin out for these killer kids, cause they wild
Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin
Doin twenty to life in San Quentin
Gettin calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain't nuttin nice
Yo 'Pac, do something righteous witcha life
And even thou you innocent you still a nigga, so they figure
Rather have you behind bars than triggers
But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin shots
Til I see my niggaz free on the block
But no it ain't easy, hahahah
Til I see my niggaz free, on the block, oh
It ain't easy
[Chorus 2.75]
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Lately been reminiscin
bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block
Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks
It's the project kid without a conscience, I'm havin dreams
of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers
through the years tryin to stack a little green
I was only seventeen, when I started servin fiends
And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar
So my apoli', casue these hard times make me wanna holler
Will I live to see tommorrow, am I fallin off?
I hit the weed and then proceed to say fuck all of y'all
Ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin, I can't go home
Cause muh-fuckers think I'm buggin, so now I'm in
this high powered cell at the county jail
Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what
do I do in these county blues
Gettin battered and bruised by the you know who
And these fakes get to shakin when they face me
Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me
Sittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggaz yell
Tryin to torture em to tell, I'm gettin mail
But ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts
is makin bucks while these sluts is gettin fucked
They violated my probation, and it seems
I'll be goin on a long vacation, meanwhile
It ain't easy
No it ain't easy
[Chorus]
[Chorus]

[girl]
Sheeit, ju motherfuckin right
I'm the bitch that's keepin it live and keepin it hot
when you punk ass niggaz don't
Nigga Westside, WHAT! Bring it on
[Tupac]
Look for me
Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in this whirlwind (c'mon)
Our childhood years recall the tears heart laced with venom
Smokin sherm, drinkin malt liquor, father forgive her
Me and my girlfriend, hustlin, fell in love with the struggle
Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin
Fuck em all, watch em fall screamin, automatic gunfire
exorcisin all demons
Mafias on the side, my congregation high, ready to die
We bail out to take the jail back, niggaz united
Our first date, couldn't wait to see you naked
Touch you in every secret place, I can hardly wait
to bust freely, got you red hot, you so happy to see me
Make the frontpage primetime live on TV
Nigga my girlfriend, baby forty-five but she still live
One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop
[girl]
What!! I'm bustin on you punk ass niggaz *automatic gunfire*
Run nigga run! *gunfire* I'm on yo' ass nigga! *gunfire continues*
Run nigga, duck and hide! Nigga I'm bustin all you bitches!
Run nigga, yeah! Westside! Uh uh uh! Die nigga die!
[Tupac]
My girlfriend, blacker than the darkest night
When niggaz act bitch-made she got the heart to fight
Nigga my girlfriend, though we seperated at times
I knew deep inside, baby girl would always be mine
Picked you up when you was nine, started out my life of crime
wit you, bought you some shells when you turned twenty-two
It's true, nothin compares to the satisfaction
that I feel when we out mashin, me and my girlfriend
[Chorus: Tupac]
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend
[repeat 2X]
[Tupac]
I was too immature
to understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days
Caused so many arguments and strays
Now I realize how to treat ya, the secret to keep ya
Bein faithful now cause now cheatin's lethal
We closer than the hands of time, deeper than the drop of mankind
I trust you dearly, I shoot blind
In time I clock figures, droppin niggaz as we rise
We all soldiers in God's eyes -- now it's time for war
Never leave me baby, I'm paranoid, sleepin witcha
loaded by my bedside crazy
Jealous when you hang wit the fellas, I wait patiently alone
anticipated for the moment you come home
I'm waitin by the phone this is true love, I can feel it
I've had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realeast
So if you ever need me call, I'll be there through it all
You're the reason I can stand tall, me and my girlfriend
[Chorus]
[Tupac]
I love finger fuckin you, all of a sudden I'm hearin thunder
When you bust a nut, niggaz be duckin or takin numbers
Love to watch you at a block party, beggin for drama
While unleashin on the old timers, that's on my mama
I would trade my life for yours, behind closed doors
the only girl that I adore, everything I'm askin for
Talkin to me beggin me to just, take you around
Seventeen like Brandy you just Wanna Be Down
Talkin loud when I tell you be quiet you move the crowd
Bustin rounds, activatin a riot, that's why I love you so
No control, down to roll, unleash
After a hit you break apart, then back to one piece
Much love to my one and only girlfriend, the world is ours
Just hold me down, baby witness the power
Never leave a nigga alone, I love you black or chrome
Turn this house into a happy home, me and my girlfriend
[Chorus 3X]
Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in the whirlwind -- look for me
[repeat 3X]
Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend
[repeat 2X]
ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND!

[Spoken:] Outlaw In This
No doubt,Death Row, Makaveli
You can call me daddy
I'll be ya daddy
JUST LIKE DADDY
Foe tha ladies
[Chorus]
Come with me and tha time we bump, deticaite slow jams on tha radio,
know ya happy I can feel ya passion lookin out foe ya just like daddy,
come on, sun shine turn to rain,baby I can take away ya pain if ya trust
me close ya eyes feel tha magic neva leave when ya need me I do ya just
like daddy
I met her when she was younger
when her daddy died when she was younger
her moms let her do what she please they said no one loved her
her eyes shined love a diamond and above
tha kind that you can love
Not yet touched with so much, potintial
youngster let me got ya mental
and to a place
with a sourness of pain you'll never taste
by God's grace
you were born with that face
nuthin but pure beauty
so for an enternaity I feel it's my duty
to be a SOULJAH
dippin I got plans to mold ya
and in tha coldest nights is when I hold ya
like Iam supposta,as we roll closer
I'll take your hand gladly, anything ya need ask me
supporting my baby just like daddy
[2PAC]
You alveate tha stress spend time with you, I feel blessed
When you gone feel tha pain so strong deep in my chest
When i got arrested, came so close to goin to jail
throwin blows at tha po pos breakin they nails
screamin loud goin all out
Damn I did
You stayed locked down at moms house
watchin tha kids, thru tha whole bid
In tha V-I I seen ya daily
When my fake homies try ta fuck you, you run and tell me
that's why I stay commited, I thank God everytime I hit it
hopin you'll forgive me for the times I bullshitted
Me and you against the world
we untouchable, screamin like ya dyin everytime I'am fuckin you
ya never had a father or a family, but I'll be there
no need to fear so much insanity
and thru tha years
I know ya gave me your heart and plus
When I'am dirt broke and fucked up Ya still love me
[Chours]
(An Outlaw)
Boo would ya die for me?
Down holdin my pistol, gettin high
with mean sounds tougher than brisles
fool when you cry
I'll be ya tissue
back in tha county writin letters how I miss you
givin you credit, apoligetic how I dis you
get you for thinkin like a mona and on a level
and sometime daddy ready to wine ya and dilain
for total and twine ya
we right behind ya tru
life just me and you no tellin what we could do
(Another Outlaw)
Gettin high between tha sheets
Make tha shit right here discrete
Puttin nikies on ya belly while we fuckin on tha beach
I love it when ya nut up and grab me
I feel for ya badly, baby girl just like daddy
(A 3rd Outlaw)
Shorty I lend my hand out ta help ya
loss soul lookin for shelta, on tha late night accept ya
treat ya good won't disrespect ya
My age is young
out of place bitch days is done
From a trixy to a missy
you know I raised ya hon
Placed her under my wing
Showed her how we swing
Now she rollin blunts for her king
1 day labled thug Mrs
tha essance of my ghetto sistas
hugs and kisses
that's just for me to be a father figure

[church bells ring in background]
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist
street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album;
resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault
on Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from 'Hawaiian Sophie' fame, Big Little whatever
and several other corny sounding motherfuckers
are understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is --
why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment
but released this statement:
[Makaveli]
It's not about East or West
It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money,
riders and punks. Which side are you on?
[gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground]
These niggaz is still fuckin talkin?
You niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight
Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches
(All day, everyday)
It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers
(The pump in yo' ass)
This is it nigga! Killuminati style
(Outlaw lifestyle)
Makaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it!
[Makaveli]
Allow me to introduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran
Niggaz get shook like 5-0
My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival
Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?
Located world wide like the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty
Born on a dopefiend's titty.. huh
In every city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare
I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs down to die for yours
Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em
Cut 'em down.. to Hell is where we send 'em
My whole team, trained to explode ride or die
Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry
Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters
And not a whimper 'til I'm gone
Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong
(Ha ha ha)
Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!
West coast ridah, comin right behind ya
Should've never fucked wit meeee
I want money hoes sex and weeeed
I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!
[Chorus]
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight
But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We ain't even come to fight tonight
But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first
[E.D.I. Amin]
For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays
They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers
Got nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go
I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general
And I be a soldier on a mission
Sent to do, what you'll never do
and that's ride for the cause
Yes I'll die for the cause
Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch
Yo I'm dyin with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made 'Paparazzi'
If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin cash mayne
then what is your motherfuckin purpose? None can serve us
E.D.I. Amin born worthless
That's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!
[Young Noble]
Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather
Causin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough
Half rapper half drug kingpin
Yer tellin fairy tales dunn
'King of New York,' like you the motherfuckin one?
But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit
From the Claire down to North Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips
Gettin rich, even though it's hard
Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls
without scarred by a revolv'
with no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
[Makaveli]
Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin
Don't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's, and thug niggaz on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's, and thug niggaz on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first

[2Pac]
Damn, take a ride, to my block
My block, that's right! Heh
F'real on my motherfuckin block
[Verse One]
They got a nigga
Sheddin tears, reminiscin on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath
The underlying cause of my arrest, my life is stressed
And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary
for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnessecary, I'm gettin worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin on a four-five
My neighborhood ain't the same
Cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game
And I swear it's like a trap
But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block
[Chorus: a bunch of kids - see the liner notes]
Livin life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see (on my block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still playyyyyy
But on our block we still playyyyyy...
[Verse Two]
Now shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
Black male slippin in hail when will we prevail
Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well
And the system's sucidal with this Thug's Life
Stayin strapped forever strapped in this drug life
God help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home... on my block
[Chorus w/ minor variations]
[Verse Three]
And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK's and the driveby
Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin black life
But I can't blame the dealers
My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shit's real, I know ya feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor
Gamin the hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her
It's a man's world, stayin strapped
Fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin focus... on my block
[Chorus w/ minor variations]
[Verse Four]
And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break night
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind
I see the same motherfuckers ballin
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this
Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes
Tryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame
And what's strange is everybod knows my name, swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game... from my block
[Chorus w/ minor variations; kids repeat last line over and over]
[2Pac - speaking over Chorus]
Rest in peace to all the muh'fuckers who passed away
From all the blocks that I'm from
One-twelve street, 7th Avenue, New York, Uptown, knahmsayin?
183rd and Walt, my block, that's right
122nd and Morningside, my block, that's right
Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right
In the jungle of Marin City, that's my block, that's right
Los Angeles, haha, that's my block too
Oakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block for sure
And all the other blocks around this motherfucker
Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago
All y'all niggaz stay kickin up dust
Represent the motherfuckin block

[Tupac Talking]
Stand in formation
My motherfucking real troopers
Lets do it like soldiers
All in together now
Ready?
Hell yeah
No retreat no surrender
Death before dishonor motherfucker
Do it to them
Come on
Never got thuggish
Yes yes YES
Say whut
Westide eastside ride
Where you at?, where you at?
Where my real thugs?
Where you at?, where you at?
Where my real thugs?
Where you at?, where you at?
Where my real thugs?
Where you at? (Huhuhu)
The cases of a drug dealer
Real thugs, where you at?
Yo a motherfucking army
Do it to them
Do it to them
They love the way we do it to them
We do it to them
Calvary
[Verse 1: Tupac]
Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme [echo]
Introduce a drug called crack
To us ghetto teens [echo]
Got a law for raw niggas now
Playa what it be like? [echo]
When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes [echo]
Can't seem to focus
Hopeless
With violent thoughts
I wrote this
Got these devils petrified
Hiding from my hocus pocus
And so I learned to earn my currency
And over time [echo]
Affiliated
Clearly click a military mind [echo]
May god forgive us
Though we dwell inside a paradox
Thugged out and drug dealing
>From the womb to the block [echo]
My live mind got me surviving 5 shots [echo]
My 45 got me fortified with live rounds
When shit stick
We plot hits
When our block spits
All hail
Out on bail
Wrath of 2pacalypse [echo]
Forever ghetto
Necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw thug niggas
Never left the boot camp
[Verse 2: BuckShot & Cocoa Brovas]
I'm a nigga for assignment
One of the suqads finest [echo]
Skilled in gorilla warfare
And blessed
Work with firearm [echo]
My rap shit
Contains sections of bomb sessions
Says I'm responsible for black smith and wessons [echo]
Putting up on ?? in the military state of mind [echo]
Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined
Cocoa Brovas pan the borderline [echo]
That's the sound and your dead son
Man to man
I'm facing the devil with a plan [echo]
Judo stance
First glance
I'm making my advance [echo]
Animal instincts
Intelligence of an assassin [echo]
Mask my ninja style
Surround me ready to attack [echo]
I react swiftly
What father taught me sticks with me [echo]
Never forget the methods stick and move strictly [echo]
Shit be seeming like its closing in
With no regrets I hold position
Cause I circles
I'm one of the chosen men [echo]
Picture being put in position to move [echo]
And you can't move
Cause your move is blocked by the knight at 12 O'clock
That's when the madness beings [echo]
So I start to focusing
My thoughts on the war
Cause the rule is the law [echo]
And the law that we live by is to stay true to self
In this case beady eye [echo]
Why try
Everybody lie
About the block
True soldier mentality
This is how we rock and move [echo]
Stick and move
Time to show what kinda nigga
Move or get moved on
Lets see whos strong [echo]
In the days of the strange
Where nothing stays the same
With new faces come through with similar game [echo]
And who you thought them
Really ain't they (echo)
Catching deja vu
Of the game people play [echo]
It's a call for re-adjustment
Fine tune your positions
You slipping and tripping
Instead of bobbing and dipping [echo]
Will never let this world of stress get me [echo]
Taking breathing techniques
Slay you with tai chi [echo]
What did you change
To get a break
In the world of snakes
And those who fake
Elimination I'm facing
Destruction
Outlaw till I duck down [echo]
From po po's bustin'
No one to trust in
Rushing to the goal line
Catch a nigga
Beat him
Treat him like he stole mine [echo]
No swine
I'm a soldier
Told cha I control mine [echo]
Time to take you back into time
Follow this here
One way out
This black hole
For this black soul
Shit is outta control
I'm fighting for my position
To be a fetus in this world I am entering [echo]
And my face is sentencing for repentance [echo]
Before my body was fully formed into a human [echo]
I was already consuming weed
Cause my mom's use to smoke back in the 70's [echo]
Maybe that's why in the 90's
I drop g's when I drop degrees [echo]
When I ease across the block
With Pac [echo]
And got all you niggas shot
You didn't think
Boot Camp click would link
With the outlaw minded
If you do you press rewind
And you can peep gorilla tactics in every line
[Tupac]
Yeah
And this is how we do it
Where my real thugs?
Where they at?
Let me see my real thugs
Where you at
Wont you see my real thugs
Where you at
Let me see my real thugs
Where u at
Where my real thugs
Let me see where you at
Tell me where my real thugs
Gots to see where you at
Where's my soldiers
Where you at
Where's my real soldiers
Where you at
Where my soldiers at
Where you at
Where you at
Get your strap my nigga
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where my soldiers at
Where you at?
Where you at?
Hit your thug niggas
Where you at?
With your strap
Where my soldiers at
With my true thug niggas
No longer drug dealers
Cause we now thug niggas
Where my soldiers at?
No longer drug dealers
Cause we now thug niggas
Let me
Where my
Where my soldiers at
Put your pistols in the air
Where my soldiers at
Put your guns up
Tell me where my soldiers at
Put your pistols in the air
Where my, soldiers
My true thug rollers
It just doesn't quit
This is that real hip hop shit
Fuck what you heard
From the ghetto to the 'burbs
Know we meant every word
Where my soldiers
Where my soldiers at
Where my soldiers
Where my soldiers at
Put your hand on your pistol
Point your pistols in the air
Where my soldiers at
Where my soldiers at
Where my soldiers
Where my soldiers at
Where my soldiers
Where my soldiers at
When Bob Dole and Deloris Tucker wanna know, where my soldiers at
Code Fo'

MYoung mothers
That's right
I feel ya (hey)
I know how it is
(MAMA's JUST A LIL' GIRL)
Don't nobody understand
I feel ya
[Verse 1: Tupac]
She was ..
Born A heavy set girl with pig tails and curls
A heart full of gold
Still it won't change the world
Though she could never understand why
Some underhanded plans, witnessed a man die
Was only 15
Should have been a beauty queen
Still see here crying by the caskets when here parents got killed
Little girl don't cry
'Coz even though they died
You can best believe they watching over thee from the sky
Never asked for this misery
But look at what you gettin'
It's a blessing in disguise
When you find out your pregnant
No money, no home
And even though you all alone
You'se got to do this on your own
So baby go on
I wish you luck
And if you need me, call
Just come to me and let me feed you all
I can understand
The way it feels when you fighting the world
Facing all this drama
When mama's just A little girl
[Chorus]
Mama
Don't know why
Mama's just a little girl
Given that she's a ??
Time ain't on her side
Mama's just a little girl
(Mama's just a little girl)
She gotta hold her head up high
[Verse 2: Tupac]
At 16 what a beautiful thing
The very essence of a jet black ebony queen
And who could tell she would get pregnant at an early age
She didn't listen, had sex
Watch her belly raise (hey)
Got violated by someone she dated
If this is fate I hate to see the seed she created
So we wait, though it takes time to build the body and the mind
She reclines 9 months
Then finally its time
What do we find?
A little grown boy a mind with a tortured soul
Addicted to a life of crime at no time of the growing stage
He learned his values on the streets at an early age
Watch for police
Don't come home (why)
'Coz mammas acting crazy
At the hospital
'Bout to have another baby
Like the rose from concrete
Grown within
Blessed with twins
How the hell can mamma raise 3 men
So we began a closest family
Such insanity
A happy home
For one act inhumanity
Plus mammas said the seed was corrupted
Used the rubber belly
Begging us to breathe if she love us
Now mamma sits quiet
Sipping peppermint schnapps
Turned the house into a spot and made her watch for cops (hey)
How could mamma bring a thug like me into this world?
She ain't the cause of all the drama
Cause mommas just a little girl
[Chorus]
Mama
Don't know why
Mama's just a little girl
Liven if she is or not
Time ain't on her side
Cause ama's just a little girl
(Mama's just a little girl)
She gotta hold her head up high
(How could she raise us)
[Verse 3: Tupac]
Would she remain in the same spot?
The gunshots rang, they came from the cane spot
Now look here
I see her clutching her son
In her arms she hurt
Her heart bleeding as she watched her seed die in the dirt
Fulfill prophecy
But who could stop the grief?
I walk around trying to hold the world up on top me
Probably be an innocent man
But still I'm the victim of a curse
What could be worse?
Nothing but pain
Since my birth, taught me functions at the pen
Cause everybody's in paying back society
I'm guilty of a life of sin
I watched the drama occur
My eyes blurred 'fore I jet it
I wonder why we all have to die for we get it
Though we shed tears
So many peers I done buried
Worried and scared
Knowing I'ma see the cemetery
Must be prepared in this cold world
No-one cares
No it ain't fair
But we all there
And do our share
In this land of underhanded schemes and plans
Vivid dreams of a nigga having g's in hand
Mamma told me not to be a punk
Fuck what you talking about coward
What you niggas want?
(hey)
They ain't a thing I wouldn't do for my mamma in this world
Cause you know I ain't mad at cha
You' just a little girl
See mammas just a little girl
(hey hey)
[Chorus]
[Repeat until fade]
Mama
don't know why
Mama's just a little girl
Given that she is or not
time ain't on here side
mama's just a little girl
(mama's just a little girl)
she gotta hold her head up high
[Tupac Talking]
They ask us why we mutilate each other like we do
And wonder why we hold such little worth for human life
Facing all this drama
But to ask us why we to turn from bad to worse
Is to ignore from which we came
You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals
On the contrary
We would all celebrate its tenacity
We would all love its will to reach the sun
Well
We are the roses (echo)
This is the concrete (echo)
And these are my damaged petals (echo)
Don't ask me why (echo)
Thank god nigga (echo)
Ask me how (echo)
(hahaha)
You see, mama's just a little girl

life through my bloodshot eyes
would scare a square to death
poverty, murder, violence
and never a moment to rest
fun and games are few
but tresured like gold to me
only cause i realize that i have to return to my poverty
but do not forget that my soul will not exist
unless my destiny comes through
and puts an end to all this

[2Pac](Hook)
Nigga westside
Westside in this motherfucker
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
[2pac]
Can't nobody stop us when we blunted up and swervin
Packed in a suburban, screamin outlaw runin on the curb
They never try me cause right behind me your killer team
I get a word cut the head off a nigga like a guillotine
This Hennessey'll keep me calm though
Sittin in the back of the club, tradin convo
Livin like a Don in my own mind
Signal Kadafi, nigga watch me with the chrome nine
All the time drinkin champagne
Walk through the crowd let the tramps hang
Niggas playa hate but do a damn thing
Picture me doin eighty down a one way
Stuck in the trunk, caught with gun play
So I gotta keep my eyes open
Gettin high, wonder why we gotta die smokin
My alibi, I'm victory
Like them other vile men I'm marked for death
Spendin my nights like its the last one left
I'm an outlaw
[Chorus]
Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on
Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone
I'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor
Puffin on a sweet swisher I'm the last one left
Tell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on
Last to leave until I see everybodys gone
I'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor
Puffin on a sweet swisher, guess I'm the last one left
[Kastro]
I got my back against the wall
Gat chillin by my balls
Prior to war is rider nigga only five six tall
Napoleon only knows on we outlaws fuck fear
better strap down to the feelins cause we out yeah
Thug passion all up in me
Feelin like I took some Henne
It aint easy I'm tryin to make a dollar out of two pennies
What we got with these rap niggas
Wanna pull they're gat niggas
Only got my side cause they think pac die nigga
Last niggas with our tape
Take a shot within our vest
Pac come and catch weight
Nigga we the last ones left
[2Pac]
If we woulda known the zone inside my own dome
Fresh outs jail it was hell but I'm probably home
Lookin for niggas that was roofin that shit when I was locked back
Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked back
Fuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak
Bitch niggas be afraid to speak
We the last ones left
[2Pac]
[Chorus] (slight change)
Tell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on
Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone
At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor
Puffin on a sweet swisher Like I'm the last one left
Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on
Last to leave till I see everybodys gone
At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor
Puffin on a sweet swisher, last one left
Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on
Last to leave till I see everybodys gone
At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor (Yeah)
Puffin on a sweet swisher, I'm the last one left
[Napoleon]
I eat and sleep the worst shit, turfs and birth
Me and my team super supreme putin in work
I'm passed out, drunk as a fuck, till it hurt
And I call earl screamin fuck the world
I got a bitch on the side wanna be my wife
And wify beefin wanna know if she gonna see me tonight
And i know it aint right, but its the life I got
And thats until I see Yak
And thats until I see Pac
Young know I lost a troll somebody owed me down
And if the world was a girl I'd stick my dick in the ground
Fuck the world
[2Pac](Varied Hook)
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
Yeah
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
UH
Outlaw in this motherfucker right here
Outlaws in this motherfucker
UH
In this motherfucker right here
In this motherfucker
UH
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
UH
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
UH
Outlaw in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
UH
In this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside
(*fades out*)

F/ Left Eye
[2Pac]
Now you've been actin like you want it for a long time
All up in a nigga face, givin 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, brother 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 goin baby, I ain't even through yet
Do it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya
Even now make it good to ya, remember me?
I love fuckin slow with the lights low
Black puerto rican even white hoes, bellisimo
Que linda, dame beso, come to papi
Fuck until the shit is sloppy, if you really want it
[Eye] If you really want it
[Pac] Get'cha ass up; you know it, if you really want it
[Eye] If you really want it
[Pac] If, you really want it, if you really want it
If you really want it
[Eye] Uhh, uhh
[Pac] If you really want it
[2Pac]
Alright all my real niggaz and my real bitches
Let me see you do it like this, c'mon
[2Pac + Left Eye]
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, we came to
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body..
[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
Have total leeway up and down your freeway, nothin to hide
If I was committed to suicide
I'd fuck around meet you now put it down, I'd testify
Ain't nobody here to understand the reason why
It's you and 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?
Redefine, what it means to be an open mind
Feel the climax..
I bust a round for you, painted the perfect picture
I'm down for you, (?) get witcha
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body
[2Pac]
Damn..
IF you really want it
You like that? Yeah
If you really want it
[Left Eye]
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body
[2Pac]
Don't hold back.. (?)
Yeah, yeah, I feel you
[2Pac]
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, we came to
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body..
[2Pac]
See, it all started simple, turned into me lickin the nipples
Fuckin you doggie style to this instrumental
Hands up, all up inside ya, hell I can stand ya
Eyes open I don't plan to bust, just hold on
Baby let me zone in, whaddyou mean?
Can you scream let it go beotch, how does it feel?
Got a nigga like steel in ya, to keep goin
Now I'm fuckin like I'm killin ya, let's go another round
Baby is you down really, two shots of ecstasy
Lick a nigga down silly, your body next to me
I could touch you inside, and you'll cry
So good when a nigga leave, you'll die
My mama told me baby be a man put it on her
Hittin bitches like, switches comin around the corner
I wanna let me get my ride on
It's yo' dick baby but it's my song, now if you really want it
[2Pac]
Gots to send this one out to the freaky bitches
Definitely all the scorpios, and the geminis, and the virgos
You know I know the truth about you scorpios and you virgos
No doubt gotta give it to the capricorns
They some freaks too on the down down
The libras, they like it even but they still like fuckin
No doubt, aquariuses, libras, I said those
Leos, yeah they some freaks, leos is freaks
They always wanna run shit in bed
Sagitarrius, taurus.. cancer, all you freaky fucks
I'm a zodiac fucker I'll do you all one at a time
And all day long, let's get busy!
[2Pac + Left Eye]
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, we came to
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body..

Yeah these are my words to my firstborn, you know what time it is,
these are
my words to my firstborn, nothing left to hear
(Tupac)
Can you picture
young niggas in the a rush to grow
the hard times in the pen
had to crush his throat
probaly never even saw it coming
to busy bullshitting
caught him with his mouth runnin
ain't that a bitch
they got me twisted in this game
the fedz, and the po police pointing 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 suppose to be a easy hit
now shit is flipped
cause niggas died over bullshit
It's not my dream
seeing pictures of a broken man
no witnesses
only the question of a smoked man
young addalicent in the prime live the life of crime
but what ain't logical
we hobble through these trying times
living blind
Lord help me with my troubled soul
why all my homiez had to die before they got to grow
and right before I put my head on the pillow
I saw a prayer
one love to the thug's in heaven
I'll see you there
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born
help me make it threw the storm
the words to my first born feel me
My words to my firstborn
my words to my first born
(Tupac)
Since my very first day on this earth
I was cursed
so I knew the birth of a child would make my life worst
though it hurst me
there was no remorse
cause wild seeds can't grow
watch your soul
cause you know what you had to do
so the victims of the world came to
I understand there is a better day coming
sometimes catching you sleeping on the dead end
driving with the car running blinded
ain't no love in the hood
only hearts torn
love letters to the unsitting unborn
all the babies that died up on the table
wasn't able to breathe
cause the family wasn't able
can't blaim I would do the same
all I could give it was my depth 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 born
my words to my firstborn, feel me
my words to my first born
my niggas Nutso up in this bitch
these are my words to my firstborn
(Nutso)
I'm just another thug nigga trapped in this ghetto life
an endless hustla
struggling trying to settle right
and doing dirt ain't saving me
but the streets is the only thing paying me, feel me
running with G's
stacking G's
packing E's
mobb life to these mothafuckas wack me
stacking greenary
thugging to I die
picking up so much J
I'm getting high
got the fedz on me
and they label me a bad grip
thinking I'm the reason why this nigga got his head through
on the run
now daddy got to pack a gun
cause these niggas want me to make you the last one
about these riches
these jealous bitches are going to sell through
welcome to life
and if I die
remember that it is all love when I'm by your side
every night
don't be a loser
choose your dreams through your things
cause solo to the ho ho will twitch you up
like shoe strings
open your eyes
don't let these haters get you
roll up and diss you
my words to my firstborn
(Tupac)
words to my mothafuckn seeds, you feel me, nigga doesn't know what's
going to
happen until tomorrow and the next day, your fuckn baby can be gone
tomorrow,
I already seen it happen, mothafucka got two bullets to his head, he
no longer
exists, that's what I'm talking about, what you going to tell your
kids nigga,
who was you, what was you doing, how did you put it down, these are my
words
to my mothafuckn firstborn, see now you know, know what I mean, ain't
nothing
but a mothafuckn rider, westside till I die, that's all it was, these
crooked
ass dealing hand mothafucka, just played to win, mothafucka got a bet
against
the odds, know what I mean, rolling those mothafuckn dice, sometimes
you get 7
or 11, sometimes we crap out, thats a chance a mothafucka takes, cause
these
are my words to my mothafuckn firstborn, me and my nigga Nutso,
represtenting
the thugs, all over this mothafucka, worlwide, you know what time it
is, all
the abortion clinics, all the baby's that died in miscarriage, you
know what
time it is, we out this bitch

To my unborn child..
To my unborn child.. in case I don't make it
Just remember daddy loves you
[talking in background]
To my unborn child..
To my unborn..
[2Pac]
Now ever since my birth, I've been cursed since I'm born to wild
in case I never get to holla at my unborn child
Many things learned in prison, blessed and still livin
Tryin to earn every penny that I'm gettin, and reminiscin
to the beginnin of my mission
When I was conceived, and came to be in this position
My momma was a Panther loud, single parent but she proud
when she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd
To school, but I dropped out, and left the house
Cause my mama say I'm good for nothin, 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
Wantin revenge for the agony they did to me
See my life ain't promised but it'll sure get better
Hope you understand my love letter, to my unborn child
[Chorus: sung, with 2Pac ad libs]
I'm writing you a letter
This is to my unborn child
Wanna let you know I love you
Love you, if you didn't know I feel this way
How I, think about you every day
I have so much to say
[2Pac]
Seems so complicated to escape fate
And you can never understand 'til we trade places
Tell the world I feel guilty to bein anxious
Ain't no way in hell, that I could ever be rapist
It's hard to face this, cold world on a good day
When will they let the little kids in the hood play?
I got shot five times but I'm still breathin
Livin proof there's a God if you need a reason
Can I 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 handout
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]
[2Pac]
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 love
Or are we all just cursed to be street thugs? Cause bein black hurts
And even worse if you speak first
Livin my life as an Outlaw, what could be worse?
Cause maybe if I tried to change
Who I'm kiddin? I'ma thug 'til I die, I'ma rider mayne
Touch bases, eat lunch at plush places
Regular criminal oasis awaits us
If there's a ghetto for true thugs, I'll see you there
And I'm sorry for not bein there
Just know your daddy was a soldier, me against the world
Bless the boys, and all my little girls
To the Lord I'm eternal, restin in peace
Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child
[Chorus - repeat to fade]
[2Pac over Chorus]
To my unborn child.. please take of all my kids
My unborn child.. to my unborn child
This letter goes out to.. to the seeds that I might not get to see
cause of this lifestyle
Just know that your daddy loves you, got nuttin but love for you
All I wanted was for you have a better life than I did
That's why I was out here on a twenty-four 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 up there in the ghetto heaven
Cause ghetto heaven gotta be there.. haha, take care
Run wild, but be smart
Follow the rules of the game
I know that sometimes it's confusin
The rules of the game is gonna get you through it, all day everyday
Watch out for these snakes and fakes, friends comin down the way..

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

(feat. Ice Cube, Ice-T)
Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
the nigga you love to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
the nigga you love to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
the nigga you love to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
the nigga you love to hate
[ICE CUBE]
Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror
the paranoid, gots to get the boy
Get your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger
Yah, I got a gang of shits, styles guns
my uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton
bucking down one, bucking down two,
bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you
Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black
Cause god damn its a brand new payback
Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga
on tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag
the nigga the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a fag
So, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokes
Cuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs
No yokes but smokes
Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers
get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for cars
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
[Ice T]
O to the mutha fuckin G I break crazy
a lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me
Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me
mutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can't stop me
UHH, am I a G, I got proof
Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof
with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up
(?Hit the mob dope?)
So whats up Punk
You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shot
Your moms crying fuck her bust her
Bitch start screaming to me and I'll dust her
Pops got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the mutha fuckin' Bobcat
Ninety three suckas want me to go out
Throw the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm rich
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
Got any last wordz
[Tupac]
Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas black
Sit back
Ain't afraid to pull a triggar back
Let 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker
[Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckers
Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked
Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets?
Mutha-fucker rednecks all the same
Feel a real nigga if he ain't balled and chained
That's why we burn shit and wreck
Cause the punk police ain't learned shit yet
You mutha-fuckas gonna pay the price
Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life
It's on, the next real nigga fall dead
Dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head
Be prepared for the smoke to bust
What niggas need to do is start loc'in up
United we stand divided we fall
They can shoot one nigga
But they can't take us alll
Let's get along with the Mexicans
And we can all have peace on the sets again
Imagine that if it took place [ha ha ha]
Keeping the smile off their white fakes
I ain't racist but lets trade places
Trace the hate 'n face it
One nigga teach two niggas
three teach four niggas
And them niggas teach more niggas
And when we blast
That'll be the biggest blast you've heard
And them is my last wordz

Chorus
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.....
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga
there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a lie
If I told ya that I never thought of death
my niggas
we tha last ones left
but life goes on....
As I bail through tha empty halls
breath stinkin'
in my draws
ring, ring, ring
quiet y'all
incoming call
plus this my homie from high school
he's getting by
It's time to burry
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 drink a 5th for that ass
when you pass...
cause life goes on
Chorus
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....
How many brothas fell victims 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
and life goes on....
Yeah nigga
I got tha word as hell
ya blew trial and tha judge gave you
25 with an L
time to prepare to do fed time
won't see parole
imagine life as a convict
that's getten' old
plus with tha drama
we're lookin out for your 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 schemeing 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
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 nigga
we tha last ones left
and life goes on....
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
cause life goes on....
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 you're gone
you left your nigga on his own
how long we mourn
life goes on...
Chorus - repeats
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....
(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.

In the life we live as thugs,
Everbody fuckin wit us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man.
Ridin wit my gun in hand.
Why explain the game? Niggas ain't listenin.
Stuck in positions. If victims can't stand the heat,
Then stay the fuck out the kitchen.
Have these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean.
Itchin, givin suckas plenty space.
Have these bitch niggas snitchin.
Where are we now? Guns found daily.
The feds surely hope that they could finally nail me for sellin dope.
They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap.
Attack. Words bein known to explode on contact.
Extreme at times. Blinded by my passion and fury.
Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry.
You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective.
The shit you heard ain't do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch.
Run up, face me and trace wit an infared beam.
It seems niggas ain't recognize my team.
Ain't nobody holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti.
Unload it. Cuz niggas ain't ready. The life of an outlaw.
[Chorus repeats]
Code 3. Attack formation. Pull out your pistols.
Keep an eye out for the devils cuz they itchin to get you.
Mercy to this madman screamin kamikaze in tongue.
Automatic gunfire makin all my enemies run.
Who should I call when I'm shot and bleedin.
Indeed the possibility has part a chase in cream.
Dope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, just a chosen few.
My foes victim of explosives. Come closer. Exhale the fumes.
We got memories fadin fast. A slave for cash.
Accelerate, mash, blast, then dash.
Don't look now. How you like it, raw.
Niggas ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender.
Death is for a son to stay free. I'm thugged out.
Fuck the world cuz this is how they made me.
Scarred but still breathin.
Believe in me and you could see the victory.
A warrior with jewels. Can you picture me?
Life of and outlaw.
[Chorus repeats]
City under siege. It's like I can't even breathe.
I'm from the state of car theives. G, deep from the street.
Plenty beef. I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene.
Mobb Deep. This nigga from behind tryin to creep.
No halfs wit no straps, jack.
It's on to bounce back.
And an ounce so fat, they snatch my style ?
Get this grip wit hollows to get cha.
Snip wit clippers. Get the picture?
I wrote my life down like a scripture.
And I'm still on lost in the land of the lonely.
Where ain't nobody holy. A matter of a fact, we unholy.
Everybody livin soley for themselves. Too ?? on a land hell.
Somebody need me. You know we lost hope and we needin it.
Wit the evil it's forever. But it might be low down, scandalouz
Like a tramp is. All for the street fame on how to be managed.
To plan shit. 6 months in advaced to what we plotted.
Approved to go on swole and now I got it.
Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they'd love to catch Kastro sleepin.
Attach a strap under my pillow and a hand like we freakin.
Creepin deep into morning. Peepin out the weak.
While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for it's self.
No doubt. Outlaw. Outta my mind, outta time. You're all blind.
Some kind of life of mine Kato don't mind.
Findin it funny, matter of fact, cuz it is.
Perhaps finally I look at that true over the years as an outlaw.
Eh, Noble.
What's up nigga.
Would you die for me, nigga?
Hell yeah.
Would you kill for me?
On my grandmother, nigga.
Ah yo.
What's up.
Let's ride on them stupid bitches right now.
Watch out.
Well now they all say they roaches and parasites.
Snakes and all they might
Thug Life break night.
Drink till we fist fight.
Life or death. But you can't win with a vest.
But there won't be no breathing for the reason
Punk bitch on your breath.
I see day is dark and I admit it's dark.
So chase ?
Beware foolin marks.
And yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left for PO's belly.
And let me bust back to them niggas till they all sweaty.

(feat. DJ Quik, Outlawz)
[DJ Quik]
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin to your album
and I ain't heard nuttin you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You know?
Yeah like that
Some of that mellow shit
Some of that shit that make bitches drink
Make niggaz think
And help you check a fat-ass bank, hahahah
So why don't you kick some of that shit, nigga only you know how
Hahahah, feel me?
[2Pac]
I'm barely standin, and plus my secondhand say it's midnight
Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang
Runnin through the street lights, cause we like, yo nigga
get your mobb on show em what a G like
Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno
Niggaz poppin, welcome to our casino, cause you and me know
hundred percent like a c-note
Lookin for a bitch that's half-black and filipino
And when I meet her I'ma offer her some indo
Tounge-kissin on the window of a pearl white limo
Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga
Touch me here, I'll get bigger
While I'm diggin I'll get deep into your liver
I'm game type
Love fuckin bitches in the same night
My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right
The club be poppin so I'm stoppin at the Fat Burger
Look through the paper it's another black crack murder
The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die
You can fuck on the first night, or try, in the late night
[DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X]
'Last night.. last night changed it all'
['Pac] In the late night!
'Last night..'
'I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be'
['Pac] In the late night!
[Hussein Fatal]
Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped
I clock rocks in the rain til my socks is damp
Ain't NUTTIN like bein a thug when I can just
sit on the Row of Death straight knowin that I'm blessed
Hussein Fatal, flawless fatality
Overdosin on crime, three steps from reality
Get up to get down, represent your town, last night
was poppin like like cocked glocks with hollow-tip rounds
[Kastro]
From bootycalls to bail sheets, it ain't no tellin
if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets
My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night
probably involves me comin up with just to see another day
Might be me who bites the bullet
In these streets where a man journey
With crooked cops and a society who tryin to burn me
I'm like a pit in a cage, spittin my shells in a gauge
Deadly as AIDS, niggaz gettin crossed like a maze
Now picture me livin my life like a king, maybe one day
Until then I'm livin Monday through Sunday
Bringin the gunplay for all these beefs and battles
When we collide, I'm a ride on that hide like cattle
Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night
[DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X]
'Last night.. last night changed it all'
'Last night..'
'I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be'
[2Pac]
Money and multiple gunshots are shown, large amps are blown
Niggaz in low-lows, pursuin mo' hoes, then go home
The life of a California star, and when you see me
in the drop-top Jag', how many niggaz wanna be me?
Game is automatic, manditory I sell
To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell
Cause when you gettin some riches, watch for dumb bitches
They have you labelled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin
It's a mean world nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway
Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day?
Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow
My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo
Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static?
Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic
I dissapear whenever heated, ride whenever needed
for my niggaz up in Clentin gettin weeded
Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die
Supply long as you motherfuckers buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin
Slappin niggaz known for tellin bitches FUCK-IT in the late night
[DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence]
'Last night.. last night changed it all'
['Pac] It's in the late night!
'Last night..'
'I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be'
['Pac] In the late night!
[DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence]
'Last night.. last night changed it all'
['Pac] Holla at me in the late night!
'Last night..'
'I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be'

What's in your hand nigga?
Yall listening, but
Do you understand nigga? Revolution!
What's your plan nigga? *Gunshot*
Since my transition
I've been misquoted, disrespected, and turning over in my grave
Watching yall behave as if I should be proud of something
Yet I hear you speak my name like I had a divine shroud or something, but
Religions are seldom followed
Hollowed souls backslide easy
My life is tarnished so the whole world sees me as a menace
But I replenish the hate, with me with love for yall
I look from above for yall, but I can't find my soldiers
Who's holding the weight of the world on their shoulders since I left?
Who caught my last breath as I exhaled
the rail from the tracks
who's riding to make sure they don't destroy the art form?
If they can stop me,
They can stop thirty more MC's before they're even born, So I
Sacraficed the longevity of life
To make sure that you got the message the way that you needed it
Existence turned into a lesson to be taught and told, confessions to be heard and heeded this
Kids walking these dirty roads and it's your job to pave them
If you see niggas dying because of what you're saying
It don't matter if you ain't kill em,
you ain't do shit to save 'em
You in the way nigga.
Save the day nigga, or stop playing hero
I've been yelling and screaming from my grave for ten years now
But yall don't hear me though
Which one of you niggas is going to step up and say 'Pac I got you?
God Damn it, who shot you?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(feat. Nipsey Hussle, Young Dre)
[Makaveli:]
Eternally Thug Nigga Hilfigger made by Tommy
so when i speak hope to reach my ?? Mamis
or come to Papi i love it when its wet and sloppy
in and out the mouth peice 'till i cum no one can stop me
my bump and grind will do you everytime
come get a blast of this Thug passion and blow your mind
hey, throw up your legs, wrap those shits around my back
It's a WESTSIDE thing fuckin' hoes 'round the map
Walkin down 125 while im peepin out hotties
and they seduce my Jimmy I'll be screamin gimmie body
Make em all scream my name out gimmie my props and don't ya love how this Thug nigga beat up the cock
Im at the 'Rican Parade I'm watchin Caramel bitches play
get wit' real niggas bullshittin never get you paid
This is the dream of a young black teen
i feed my hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend. Now Come On!
[Chorus:]
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl, I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more
Oh Girl, Don't worry about this better just keep doing what you do
Hey Girl, Girl tonight you can be international
[Nipsey:]
Check it out Nipsey i pull it up to the club on one of the chrome things im crispy shinnin from my wrist to my gold chain
anywhere i go i keep it hood i Never change
if it aint got it in my lap i got it stashed in the range
(pow pow) I'm gettin bread on the rover private jet anywhere i tell him he'll fly to my respect have these girls sayin daddy i'll do anything you ask get
it crackin when i slide through as God as my witness right hand on the bible and Tokyo hunny turned it up hotty got though i stroke for show now up in
Atlanta at the strip club she thick cuz took me to the slots where the crib was went full throttle got it crackin i ain't bashful from the kitchen to the
counter top and the bath more flips more trips more stamps on my passport
told her drop me at Horseville im International
[Chorus:]
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl, I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more
Oh Girl, Don't worry about this better just keep doing what you do
Hey Girl, Girl tonight you can be international
[Young Dre:]
Oooh.. Young Dre the Truth, Makaveli, LT Hutton, Nipsey International
Its mr hood national rider with a passport Just landed from Paris homie pick me up im at the airport with two bottles or more and a bottle of Puerto
Rican Weed get somethin poppin cuz tommorow got course on course i'm ready to get it feel it goin down right now hop in the whip pop a bottle lit the
blunt right now hit about a buck fifty seconds later at the party right now we celebratin Makaveli 2pacalypse Now escape through the front though they ???
tippy-toes cruisin' up get the door if you loose a chick let her go she done chose this over bro look around it's hard to feel dimes in high heels came
form Japan, New York, to Cali to chill they choosin for real with no grill in my mental peep my swagger is tremendous make moves monumental it was me
three mamis E-40 and Pac at the La Manz Round After Party it just don't stop
[Chorus:]
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl, I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more
Oh Girl, Don't worry about this better just keep doing what you do
Hey Girl, Girl tonight you can be international
[fade away]

[ Ludacris ]
Yes, sir
This is Ludacris
in a recite to you an original poem written by my man tupac shakur
Intitled; in the depts of solitude
And it goes with a something like this
Eh, ehhm
Yeah
I exsist in the depths of solitude
Ponderin my true goal
Tryin to find piece of mine
And still preserve my soul
Constantly learnin to be accepted
And from all recieve respect
Never comprimising but sometimes risci
And that is my only regret
How can there be peace
A young heart with an old soul
How can I be in the depts of solitude
When there are to inside of me
This duo within me causes the perfect oppotunity
To learn and live twice as fast
As those who accepts simplicity
Yes
If you're reading between the lines you can understand exactly what my man
Tupac shakur was talking about mayne
You see in or outside the music industry
Everyone has heard the expression as lonely on top
Well you know
Pac was on top
It's only naturally that he exsisted
In the depts of solitude
Of course he was a young heart with an old soul
And individual with, what was a way ahead of his time
And sometimes when you are ahead of youre time
You do wonder what your true goal in life is
When you get so ovius critisising and put down for teaching
What you've learned to others
And doing what you feel is the rigth thing to do
So with that
Pac like all soldiers fought, to be accepted
Specially by those who rejected him the most
And even if you did'nt like him
You had to respect him
See nobodys perfect
And off course everyone makes mistakes
But experience is the best teaching, if you ask me
So its important to learn from each mistake
And try hard, not to make the same one twice
His only regret was making the mistake of being too overdemanding at times
But it was the wild outrages Pac
Mixed with the sensitive love in Pac
That made him almost the perfect person
Also made him learn and live twice as fast
And I'm sure, he would rather walk through life
With these multived dimentional personalities
Than to exept beeing one side than simplistic
Anyday..
So being in the depts of solitude, if you ask me
Is were the true heros of our times stay.
Tupac Shakur, in our hearts and our minds forever
Rest In Peace, live in harmony...
This is Luda, signing out
Peace

Aww yeah, uhh, uhh
Holla if ya hear me, yeah!
[Verse One]
Here we go, turn it up, let's start
From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks
And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe
We can have peace someday G
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up
Cause it's time to make the payback fat
To my brothers on the block better stay strapped, black
And accept no substitutes
I bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole school
Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek
In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week
Now we got him in a smash, blast
How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash
Until then, raise up!
Tell my young black males, blaze up!
Life's a mess don't stress, test
I'm givin but be thankful that you're livin, blessed
Much love to my brothers in the pen
See ya when I free ya if not when they shove me in
Once again it's an all out scrap
Keep your hands on ya gat, and now ya boys watch ya back
Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'ma tell ya
Mess with the best and the vest couldn't help ya
Scream, if ya feel me; see it clearly?
You're too near me -
[Chorus]
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[Verse Two]
Pump ya fists like this
Holla if ya hear me - PUMP PUMP if you're pissed
To the sell-outs, livin it up
One way or another you'll be givin it up, huh
I guess cause I'm black born
I'm supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on
But it's time for a new plan, BAM!
I'll be swingin like a one man, clan
Here we go, turn it up, don't stop
To my homies on the block gettin dropped by cops
I'm still around for ya
Keepin my sound underground for ya
And I'ma throw a change up
Quayle, like you never brought my name up
Now my homies in the backstreets, the blackstreets
They fell me when they rollin in they fat jeeps
This ain't just a rap song, a black song
Tellin all my brothers, get they strap on
And look for me in the struggle
Hustlin 'til other brothers bubble -
[Chorus]
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
[Verse Three]
Will I quit, will I quit?
They claim that I'm violent, but still I keep
representin, never give up, on a good thing
Wouldn't stop it if we could it's a hood thing
And now I'm like a major threat
Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget
Bring the noise, to all my boyz
Know the real from the bustas and the decoys
And if ya hustle like a real G
Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya hear me
Learn to survive in the nine-tre'
I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay
Whatever it takes to live and stand
Cause nobody else'll give a damn
So we live like caged beasts
Waitin for the day to let the rage free
Still me, till they kill me
I love it when they fear me -
[Chorus]
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[2Pac] You're too near me, to see it clearly
[repeat 4x]
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[repeat 2X]
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
"Hard!" .. "The rebel"
"Hard!" .. "The rebel"
[repeat 12X to fade]
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!

[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 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

Intro (Resurrection) Lyrics
Yes, it's the penical of all the gods
now this is the next, level,
with this new album

News Reporter:Good Evening, I'm reporting live from Sunset BoulevardWhere many excited

[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
Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons I 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

Chorus: I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X)
I was raised, the little young nigga doin bad shit
Talk much shit cause I never had shit
I could remember being whupped in class
And if I didn't pass mama whupped my ass
Was it my fault papa didn't plan it out
Broke out left me to be the man of the house
I couldn't take it, had to make a profit
Down the block, got a glock, and I clock grip
Makin G's was my mission
Movin enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and
why must I sock a fella, just to live large like Rockefeller
First you didn't give a fuck, but you're learnin now
If you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down
God damn it's a motherfuckin riot
Black people only hate police so don't try it
If you're not from the town then don't pass through
Cause some O.G. fools might blast you
It ain't right but it's long overdue
We can't have peace til the niggaz get a piece too
I want G's so you label me a criminal
And if I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
Chorus
Verse Two: 2Pac
Here on Earth, tell me what's a blick life worth
A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts
And even when you take the shit
Move counties get a lawyer you can shake the shit
Ask Rodney, LaTasha, and many more
It's been goin on for years, there's plenty more
When they ask me, when will the violence cease?
When your troops stop shootin niggaz down in the street
Niggaz had enough time to make a difference
Bear witness, own our own business
Word to God cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet
First we couldn't afford shit now everything's free
so we loot, please don't shoot when you see
I'm takin from the, cause for years they would take it from me
Now the tables have turned around
You didn't listen, until the niggaz burned it down
And now Bush can't stop the hit
Predicted the shit, in 2Pacalypse
And for once I was down with niggaz, felt good
in the hood bein around the niggaz, yeah
And for the first time everybody let go
And the streets is death row, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
Chorus
Verse Three: 2Pac
I see no changes, all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it take to make this
one better place, let's erase the wait state
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
Cause both black and white are smokin crack tonight
And only time we deal is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And though it seems heaven-sent
We ain't ready, to have a black President, huh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
I wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living should I blast myself
I'm tired of being 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 ne-gro
Pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero
Mo' nigga mo' nigga mo' niggaz
I'd rather be dead than a po' nigga
Let the Lord judge the criminals
If I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
Chorus (to :27 from fade)
Just think, if niggaz decide to retaliate
(Soldier in the house)
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X to fade)

Chorus: I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X)
I was raised, the little young nigga doin bad shit
Talk much shit cause I never had shit
I could remember being whupped in class
And if I didn't pass mama whupped my ass
Was it my fault papa didn't plan it out
Broke out left me to be the man of the house
I couldn't take it, had to make a profit
Down the block, got a glock, and I clock grip
Makin G's was my mission
Movin enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and
why must I sock a fella, just to live large like Rockefeller
First you didn't give a fuck, but you're learnin now
If you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down
God damn it's a motherfuckin riot
Black people only hate police so don't try it
If you're not from the town then don't pass through
Cause some O.G. fools might blast you
It ain't right but it's long overdue
We can't have peace til the niggaz get a piece too
I want G's so you label me a criminal
And if I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
Chorus
Verse Two: 2Pac
Here on Earth, tell me what's a blick life worth
A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts
And even when you take the shit
Move counties get a lawyer you can shake the shit
Ask Rodney, LaTasha, and many more
It's been goin on for years, there's plenty more
When they ask me, when will the violence cease?
When your troops stop shootin niggaz down in the street
Niggaz had enough time to make a difference
Bear witness, own our own business
Word to God cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet
First we couldn't afford shit now everything's free
so we loot, please don't shoot when you see
I'm takin from the, cause for years they would take it from me
Now the tables have turned around
You didn't listen, until the niggaz burned it down
And now Bush can't stop the hit
Predicted the shit, in 2Pacalypse
And for once I was down with niggaz, felt good
in the hood bein around the niggaz, yeah
And for the first time everybody let go
And the streets is death row, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
Chorus
Verse Three: 2Pac
I see no changes, all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it take to make this
one better place, let's erase the wait state
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
Cause both black and white are smokin crack tonight
And only time we deal is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And though it seems heaven-sent
We ain't ready, to have a black President, huh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
I wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living should I blast myself
I'm tired of being 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 ne-gro
Pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero
Mo' nigga mo' nigga mo' niggaz
I'd rather be dead than a po' nigga
Let the Lord judge the criminals
If I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
Chorus (to :27 from fade)
Just think, if niggaz decide to retaliate
(Soldier in the house)
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X to fade)

How long will they mourn me
Yeah! This for my nigga Kato
It's still on nigga
Thug Life, Thugs for life
Ha Ha yeah, how long will they mourn me
Yeah nigga
2Pac in this muthafucka
[Tupac]
All my homies drinking liquor
Tears in everybody's eyes
Niggas cried to mourn a homies homicide
But I can't cry
instead I'm just a shoulder
Damn, why they take another soldier
I load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry
I'll get them suckas back before your buried (shit)
Retaliate and pull a 187
do real niggas get to go to heaven ?
How long will they mourn me, bury me a muthafuckin 'G'
Bitch don't wanna die
then don't fuck with me
It's kinda hard to be optimistic
When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted
Y'all don't hear me doe, I'm trying hard to make amends
But I'm losing all my muthafuckin friends (damn)
They should've shot me when I was born
Now I'm trapped in the muthafuckin' storm
How long will they mourn me ?
[Chorus]
I wish it would have been another
How long will they mourn me
How long will they mourn my brother
(Got them niggas all dead and shit)
How long will they mourn me
I wish it would have been another
(Nate Dogg)
How long will they mourn me
How long will they mourn my brother
(Gotta keep this shit goin' on, Yo Syke)
[Syke]
How long will they mourn me
Every muthafuckin' day homie
You stayed down when tha other niggas didn't know me
From my heart to the trigga you my fuckin' nigga
And things won't be the same without ya nigga
I remember kickin' back, you wanted to lack
And goin' half on a muthafuckin' hundred sack
Smokin' blunt after blunt and steady drinkin'
Hung around so much, you knew what I was thinkin'
Tell me Lord, why you take big Kato ?
So confused not knowing which way to go
I'm goin crazy and runnin' out of fuckin' time
I can't take it, I'm losin' my fuckin' mind
So day after day
ride after ride
We'll hook up on the other side
Watch over your family and your newborn
Till we meet again homie
How long will they mourn me ?
[Chorus]
I wish it would have been another
(Yo Kato)
How long will they mourn me
(It's still on nigga)
How long will they mourn my brother
How long will they mourn me
I wish it would have been another
(Yeah)
How long will they mourn me
How long will they mourn my brother
(Rated R, Double Jeopardy, Mack 10)
[Rated R]
Damn a nigga tired of feeling sad
I'm tired of putting in work
I'm tired of cryin while watching my homies leave the earth
I know soon one day I'll be in the dirt
And my peoples'll be mournin'
When they get a call from the coroner
All niggas can say is that's fucked up
And get tossed up
Reminiscing how we grew up (my nigga)
Rest and love to my nigga Kato
See you in the crossroads real soon
For now let me pour out some brew
I'll be always thinkin' of ya homie
Rest in peace
How long will they mourn me ?
Ya know life's a fuckin' trip
And everybody gotta go
But why the fuck it have to be my nigga Kato
Another nigga fell victim to the chrome
It's enough to make you crazy
It's fuckin' with my dome
Ya only live once on this earth
A nigga had it bad, since the day of my mutahfuckin' birth
But niggas say they down and they always be my homie
But when a nigga gone
How long will ya mourn me ?
[Chorus]
Yeah!
I wish it would have been another
(Mack 10 in this muthafucka)
Yeah, how long will ya mourn me
How long will ya mourn my bother
(Thug Life boy, Nate blowin' that shit,
Nate Dogg do that shit nigga)
I wish it would have been another
Yeah! How long will ya mourn me
How long will ya mourn my brother
(This for my nigga Kato and all his kids)
How long will ya mourn me
I wish it would have been another
How long will ya mourn my brother

(feat. Money B, Shock G)
Aw yeah, I get around
Still clown with the Underground, when we come around
Stronger than ever
[Tupac]
Back to get wreck
All respect to those who break their neck to keep their hoes in check
Cause oh they sweat a brother 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
Ayo bust it, baby got a problem saying bye bye
Just another hazard of a fly guy
You ask why, don't matter, my pockets got fatter
Now everybody's looking for the latter
And ain't no need in being greedy
If you wanna see me dial the beeper number baby when you need me
And I'll be there in a jiffy
Don't be picky, just be happy with this quickie
But when you learn, you can't tie me down
Baby doll, check it out, I get around
What you mean you don't know? I get around
The Underground just don't stop for hoes, I get around
Still down with the Underground, I get around
Yeah, ayo Shock, let them hoes know
[Shock G]
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 cause 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 share me, I get around
[Money B]
What's up love, how you doing? (All right)
Well I've been hanging sanging, trying to do my thang
Oh, you heard that I was banging
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
[Tupac]
2Pacalypse Now don't stop for hoes, I get around
Why I ain't call you? Ha ha, please
Finger tips on the hips as I dip, gotta get a tight grip, don't slip
Loose lips sink ships, it's a trip
I love the way she licks her lips, see me jocking
Put a little twist in her hips cause I'm watching
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 and 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 sweating me?
It's a lot of real G's doing time
Cause a groupy bit the truth and 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
Cause I only got one night in town
Break out or be clown, baby doll are you down?
I get around
[Shock G]
Round and round, round we go [Repeat 8x]

(feat. Big Syke, Spice 1)
Straight out the motherfucking bay
Here we go
[2Pac]
Lord help me, save me, Mama keep praying
For a young motherfucker trying to duck an early grave
In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes
Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies
Around the corner there's another nigga waiting to jack
He don't know I got a glock 'til his ass get shot
Like a motherfucking thug disease
Craving beats like they motherfucking drugs to me, hey
What's up with bitches trying to screw me? Do me cause I did a movie
Throw the pussy to me but before they never knew me
Rather die then let ya play me for a, buster
And with my glock I'm a plotting ass rotten motherfucker, huh
Don't let the movie fool ya, let me school ya
Screaming Thug Life nigga when I do ya
I'm going crazy, getting dizzy
And then I suffacate a motherfucking breather bring me back
I'm telling ya I'm losing it
[Chorus]
Said I'm losing my mind
Losing my mind
[ X4 ]
[Big Syke]
I'm going crazy, niggas can't fade me
On the real I kill when I step to ya fucking grill
So let me kick it let me flip it let me get wicked
I'm not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets
I hang with G's flipping keys and smoking weed
I get the cash and dash and never learn to read
So fuck a bitch fuck a hoe and I let ya know
Because they come and go like the wind blows
What am I giving how I'm living what I'm giving up
You can take my life and I don't give a fuck
Cause I'm the trouble most coming from the west coast
Where the niggas is banging 'til the overdose
Killers and murderers, psychos and lunatics
Nobody knows what makes my mind click
Is it the demons, screaming inside of me?
Hell no it's just the Thug Life mentallity
I'm going crazy shit don't phase me
I'm living like a thug 'til six niggas carry me
Death is on the trigga so pull it
I can't take it no more, nigga, I'm losing it
[Chorus]
[Spice 1]
Shit was talking to me, my gat screamed fire
The bullet told me shoot that motherfucker he's a lier
I talked to me 3-80 like a bitch on a stroll
When my niggas try to ????
Nigga, I can't get fucked in this game I'm a psychopath
My AK told me to shove him up some niggas ass
I'm having long conversations with Mr. Millometer
He's one of my best friends bitch ass nigga eater
And Miss Mossburg love it in the back trunk
You know that old school bitch she like to get it funked
And spitting motherfuckers by the seems
My grand daddy Mr. AR-15
By the evil motherfucker
Talked me into taking over a dope turf and shooting cluckers
Said he was my only family
Shoot straight, and please don't jam me
Got in a fight at the club my gat started talking
Told me to shut the fuck up and let him do the talking
I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang
I'm going nuts man
Shit was talking to me
[Chorus to fade]

[K-CI and JoJo of Jodeci]
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
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 activate 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...
[K-CI and JoJo]
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
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]
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...
[K-CI and JoJo]
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
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 adversaries
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
[K-CI and JoJo]
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
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
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
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
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
How do you want it
How does it feel
Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
I'm livin' in tha fast lane
i'm for real
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

A coward dies a thousand deaths
A soldier dies but once
[Verse One]
They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas
Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches
Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfuckers is bold
But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed
I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me
Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me
Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me
I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps
I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock
Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight
[Chorus]
If I die tonight [repeat 3X]
'Tonight's the night I get in some shit' - [Dr. Dre]
[Verse Two]
Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the pump
When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done
Callin the coroner come collect the fuckin corpse
He got it by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss
Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close
Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Jealous niggaz and broke bitches equal packed jails
Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales
Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion
Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted
Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse
Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force
In my brain all I can think about is fame
The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed
I'm seein cemetary photos of my peers
Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky
And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug niggaz
A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers
Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa
Overdose of a dick, while drinkin liquor when I lay her
Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame
Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain
Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?
Don't shed a tear for me nigga I ain't happy hear
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath
Take a look picture a crook on his last stand
Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonight
[Chorus]

Change... Shit,
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it takes
for any of ya'll niggas to get up out tha hood
Shit, I'm with ya
I ain't mad at cha
got nothin' but love for ya
do your thing boy
Yeah, All the homies that I ain't talked to in awhile
I'm a send this out to y'all
know what I mean
Cuz, I ain't mad at cha
heard all of y'all
tearing up shit out there
Kickin' up dust
givin' a mutha-fuck
Yeah, niggas
Cuz, I ain't mad at cha
Now, we were once two niggas of the same kind
quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You were just a little smaller
but you still rolled
Got stressed the [Wide Eight]
and hit the hood stroll
remember when ya had a Jerry Curl
Didn't quite learn
On the block
With ya glock
trippin' of Sherm
Collect calls to the tip
Sayin' how ya changed
Oh you a Muslim now
No more dope game
Heard you might be coming home
Just got bail
wanna go to the Mosque
Don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie
He's a changed man
Hit the penn
Now, no sinnin' is the game plan
When I talk about money
All you see is the struggle
When I tell ya, I'm livin' large
you tell me, its trouble
Congratulation on the wedding
I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life
And that's no bullshitin'
I know we grew apart
You probably don't remember
I usta fiend for your sister
But never went up in her
And I can see us after school
We'd bomb on the first mutha-fucka
with tha wrong shit on
And now, the whole shits changed
and we don't even kick it
got a big money scheme
And you ain't even with it
Knew in my heart
You were the same mutha-fucka bad
Go toe to toe when it's time to roll
You got a brothas back
And I can't even trip
cause i'm just laughin' at ya
You tryin' hard to maintain
And go ahead
Cuz, I ain't mad at cha
Chorus -- Danny boy
oooowwwwww
I ain't Mad at Cha
(I ain't Mad at Cha)
I ain't Mad at Cha
We used to be like distant couzins
fightin', playin' dozins
whole nieghborhood buzzin'
Knowin' that we was wasn't
Usta catch us on the roof
or behind the stairs
I'm gettin' blitz
reminiscin'
On all the time we shared
Beside
Bumpin' n' Grindin'
Was nothin' on our mind
In time we learned
to live a life of crime
Rewind us back
To a time
Was much to young, to know
I caught a felony
lovin' the way the guns blow
And even thou we seperated
You said that you wait
Don't give nobody no coochie
While I'll be locked up state
I Kiss my mama good bye
Wipe, the tears from her lonely eyes
Said, that I'll return
But I gotta fight
The bitch that ride
Don't shed a tear
cuz, mama I ain't happy here
I'm through trails
and no more smiles
for a couple a years
They got me goin' mad
I'm knocking brothas on their backs
in my cell
Thinkin' hell
I know one day I'll be back
As soon as I touch down
I told my girl i'll be there
so prepare
to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it
But I'm just laughin' at ya
Cuz, you is a down ass bitch
and I ain't mad at cha
Chorus -- Danny boy
I ain't Mad at Cha
(I ain't Mad at Cha)
I ain't Mad at Cha
(but your a down ass bitch, and I ain't Mad at Cha)
Well guess who's moving up
this niggas ballin' now
Bitches be callin' to get it
Hookers keep fallin' down
He went from nothin' to alot
Ten Karets the spot
He went from a nobody nigga
to the big man on the block
He's Mister local celebrity
Addicted to move a key
most hated by enemy
Escaping the luxury
See, first you was our nigga
But you made it
So the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you
while you faded
In the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin' so high off the bomb
Hopin' we can make it
To the better dayz
Cuz, crime pays
And in time
You'll find a rhyme
That'll blaze you'll feel the fire
from the niggas in my younger dayz
So many changed on me
So many tried to plot
that I keep a glock
beside my Haaand
When will it stop
'Till god return me to my essence
Cuz, even as a adolecents
I refuse to be a convalescent
So many questions,
And they ask me if i'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto
So I ain't real now
They got so much to say
But I'm just laughin' at ya
You niggas just don't know
But I ain't mad at cha
Chorus -- Danny boy
oooowwwwww
I ain't Mad at Cha
(I ain't Mad at Cha)
I ain't Mad at Cha
(Hell naw, I ain't mad at Cha)
I ain't Mad at Cha
(and I ain't Mad at Cha)
I ain't Mad at Cha
(I ain't Mad at Cha)
I ain't Mad at Cha
nooooo
I ain't Mad at Chaaaaahhhhh

I don't give a fuck
They done push me to the limit the more I live
I might blow up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin
I see no justice
All I see is niggas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hurst past
Just another day in the life 'G'
Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man
But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my cheque
I get more respect from the mutha-fuckin' dope man
The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shit
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down
Just can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they're be days like this
But I'm pissed cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a nigga take
I ain't goin' nowhere no how
What you wanna throw down
Better bring your guns pal
Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay
Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another nigga bigger
from the mutha-fuckin' underground
So step but you better step quick
Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit
You're watching the makings of a physco-path
The truth didn't last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that behind the trigger?
Who'd do yah figure!?
A mutha-fuckin night nigga
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough and I don't give a fuck
Niggas!, isn't just the blacks
also a gang of mutha-fuckas dressed in blue slacks
They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty
Tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city
They say niggas like to do niggas,
Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas
A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge
I had to shoot yah and the pass for the blast take his cash
And bash his head in dump him at the dead in
And that's just his luck
Cause a nigga like me
don't really give a fuck
Walked in the store what's everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a mutha fucker wearing black
Following a nigga and shit
Ain't this a bitch
All I wanted was some chips
I wanna take my business else where
But where?
Cause who in the hell cares
About a black man with a black need
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if knows that my income is more than
His pension, salary and then some
Your daughter is my number one fan
And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man
So who's the mac in fact who's the black jack
Sit back and get fat off the fat cat
while he thinks that he's getting over
I bust a move as smooth as casanova
And count another quick meal
I'm getting paid for my traid but its still real
And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme
AS strong as a fuckin' nine
Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up
Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up
But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot
Usta come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up
They know we fed up
But we they just don't give a fuck
They just don't give a fuck
I gotta give my fuck offs
Fuck you to the San FranCisco police department
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department
Fuck you to the F.B.I
Fuck you to the C.I.A
Fuck you to the B-u-s-h
Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa
Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mutha fuckas
And fuck yah
Fuck Y'all
Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards
2paclypse mutha fuckin' know
Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick
And my uncle Tommy's balls
Fuck Y'all
Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks

Ah yeah...
Uhh
Uhh
Hollar if Ya Hear me
Yeah...
Here we go
Turn it up
Let's start
From block ta block
We're snatchin' hearts
And jackin' marks
And tha punk police can't fade me
And maybe
We can have peace someday 'G'
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin down tha barrell of my 9
Get up
Cause it's time to make tha pay back phat
To my brothers on tha block--better stay strapped black
And accept no substitutes
I bring truth to tha youth tear tha roof off tha ol' school
Oh no, I won't turn tha other cheek
In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week
Now we gotta make it smash
Blast
How long will it last, till tha broke get more cash
Until then
Raise up!
Tell my young black males
Blaze up!
Lifes a mess don't stress
Test
I'm givin ..[????]
Much love to my brothers in tha pen
See ya when I free ya
If not, when they shut me in
Once again, is there no one else strapped
Keep ya hands on ya gat
Now ya boys watch ya back
Cause in tha alleys of cali i'ma tell ya
Mess with tha best and tha vest couldn't help ya
Scream, if ya feel me
See it clearly? your too near me
Chorus
Hollar if Ya Hear me
Hollar if Ya Hear me
Hollar if Ya Hear me
Pump ya fists like this
Hollar if ya hear me
(pump, pump) if ya pissed
To tha sell-outs livin' it up
One way or another you'll be givin it up
I guess cause i'm black boy
I'm supposed to say 'peace', sing songs, and get capped on
?
But it's time for tha new plan, BAM!
I'll be swingin' like a one man clan
Here we go
Turn it up
Don't stop
To my homies on tha block
Gettin' dropped by cops
I'm still around for ya
Keepin' my sound
Underground for ya
And i'ma throw a changup
Quayle, like you never brought my name up
Now my homies in tha backstreets
Tha blackstreets
They fear me when they rollin in they phat jeeps
This ain't just a rap song
A black song
Tellin all my brothers, get they strap on
And look for me in tha struggle
Hustlin' to tha other brotha's bubble
Chorus
Hollar if Ya Hear me
Hollar if Ya Hear me
Hollar if Ya Hear me
Will I quit, will I quit?
They claimin' that i'm violent
But still I kick
Representin'
Never give up on a good thing
Wouldn't stop it if we could
It's a hood thing
And now i'm like a major threat
'Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget
Bring tha noise
To all my boyz
Know tha real from tha bustas
And the decoys
And if ya hustle like a real 'G'
Pump ya fists if ya feel me
Hollar if Ya Hear me
Learn to survive in tha nine-tre
I make crime pay
I was in crime pay
Whatever it takes to make a stand
Cause nobody else'l give a damn
So we live like caged beasts
Waitin' for tha day to let tha rage free
Still me, till they kill me
I love it when they fear me
Hollar if Ya Hear me
Chorus
Hollar if Ya Hear me
Hollar if Ya Hear me
Hollar if Ya Hear me

(feat. E.D.I. of the Outlawz, Sleepy Brown)
Nigga fuck that gin & juice, I'm fuckin with Hennessey
Just pour me a glass of that dark shit
That's right
[Chorus]
[2Pac] They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle
[S.B.] Ooooh, ba-ba, ba-ba-dahhhhh
[2Pac] Hennessey (Hennessey) hahaha, yeah
[2Pac] They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle
[S.B.] Ooooh, ba-ba, ba-ba-dahhhhh
[2Pac] Hennessey (Hennessey)
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Now I was born in the gutter facin life or death
I was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath
These motherfuckers wanna see me die, so who am I
to try to warn 'em, I buck and bomb 'em, them niggaz fry
Hey, remember me? Down that Hennessey
The nigga you don't wanna see, let me procede
My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me
Now that it's poppin ain't no love bitch
I maintain in the game in the gutter's where I still kick it
I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket
I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler 'til my dyin days
Ain't nuttin wrong with gettin paid, so nigga blaze
Cause we some motherfuckin fools
Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggaz makin moves
Even the cops can't stop us, my enemies flip
when they see me drink a fifth of that Hennessey
[Chorus w/ minor variations]
[Verse Two: Edi Amin]
Yeah
Up late nights (c'mon) under the city lights
The Henn got me feelin right, I'm tryin to keep from swervin
She's so fine and she love Henn too
After a couple of shots she said, 'I could do what I wanna do'
(That's right) We ain't sippin champagne (nah) we off the Henn-Rock
Alcoholics back at the liquor sto' cause we can't stop (can't stop)
And won't stop (we won't stop) all night long
'til the break of dawn, gettin it on, Hennessey
[Sleepy Brown]
Ooooh, lady watchin (lady watchin) as I'm glidin by (glidin by)
And the place is jumpin.. that I can't deny (no, noo, no)
Ooh I can't wait to go in, throw my glass in the sky (glass in the sky)
For the people partyin, 'til the mornin light
[Chorus w/ minor variations]
[2Pac] Hahaha, y'all niggaz can't fuck with this ol' thug shit
[Chorus]
[Sleepy Brown - over Chorus second half]
We keep on sippin, and sippin, and sippin

[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?

Get on your knees nigga
Get on your knees and pray
Increased the doses
Bustin' whoever's closest
Thug livin'
hell; a prison
Never loosin' my focus
I'm making moves mandatory
And in disscussion
My past records tell a story
Picture niggas be rushing and still bustin'
TIl the cops come running
Duck in abandoned buildings
Ditching my gun
Hope what a motherfucking feeling
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers
But now legitless
So I laugh til I'm crying
When the lord come get me
NO baby momma drama
Nigga miss me
While I plant seeds
In a dirty bitch watching to trick me
Another life for me
Living carefree
til I'm buried
And if they dare me
I bust on them nigga's until they scurry
I'm clearly a man of military means
Through my artilery
Watching over me through every murder scene
From adolecense to my early teens
Though we was born to ddie
I'm selling dope to all the feene's
At times I wanna cry
And still we try to change the past in vain
Never knowing if this game 'ill last
Feeling ashamed of cocaine
the product of the devil
Am I selling me soul?
Kept at a small time living
Nigga telling me No
I got mine fuck them other suckers
Thats the mentality
Jealous ass busta's
Making hell for a hustler
Chorus Oh help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
*help me change my ways*
I was raised this way
I never let they play me for a busta
Making hell for a hustler
*While's I'm in this place*
Help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
*on judgement day*
I was raised this way
I never let them play me for a busta
Making hell for a hustler
Now when we slang at times
I takes mine so serious
GOtta get that paper quickkly
and escape the sickness
If I fail
Being broke is hell for a hustler
SO I stay struggling and juggling
With all the might I can I musta
Since a youngstah been money hungry
Moved in
One's five's and ten's was funny money
SO I said my side bigger
Four figga's or mo'
Real nigga fo' sho'
What you thought
All's Fo
Lost homies in many battles
Last two years shed plenty tears
And now set plenty action
Let me catch you slippin'
You soft nigga's outta here
In case you forgot
We got the same shit they gotta get
Every step I take
Every sale I make
Every meal I ate
Head to head whoever hustle hardest
On the block ducking charges
Nigga fuck the sargeant
GOt a job
All my battles got a picture;cope
Listen though
I'm if-in though
GOtta give 'em mo'
Hell No
I've did blocks with red tops
But now a nigga sell
Word to my young thugs
In jail and jury
They made it hell for a hustler
My bail's high as fuck son
Dying luck none
Supplies with much guns
I bucked one
Just to let you know
That I can touch one
So I can crack the wrath
Still hell for a hustler
NO insanity plee for me
I ride the beef 'til i burn
Since in me
Embarge from the lessons I learned
And in turn I'm hostile
Guess you can call me anti-social
NIgga's shaking
Like they caught the holly ghost
When I approach 'em
Try and pause it before I smoke them
Like Sazu
Nigga's doing to these snitches before it's done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
Best believe they comming for my dogs in the morning
And if I die by slug
The death of a true thug
Telling me when my migga's moaning
Getting blown out
High watch me murder then burn
Before he testify, strikes
Or get close to my thug
I live a troubled life
And if you dream be a part of my team
From Long Beach to Queens
Drug dealers to X-feene's
Keep your eyes on the prize
Watch for busta's
Either heaven or jail
It's still hell for a hustler
Chorus
2x's
This is how we ride
Not knowing if we live or die
Catching me rolling with my mother fucking guns on my side
In case of drama
I'm the first break wild on 'til they all die
outlaw
(Yes) change my ways (yes)
ANd black Jesus got us through this
Weary, weary, weary, weary heart
Only god can save us
Nothing but ball..s playa's
Outlaws and thugs..........

Aww yeah, uhh, uhh
Holla if ya hear me, yeah!
[Verse One]
Here we go, turn it up, let's start
From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks
And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe
We can have peace someday G
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up
Cause it's time to make the payback fat
To my brothers on the block better stay strapped, black
And accept no substitutes
I bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole school
Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek
In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week
Now we got him in a smash, blast
How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash
Until then, raise up!
Tell my young black males, blaze up!
Life's a mess don't stress, test
I'm givin but be thankful that you're livin, blessed
Much love to my brothers in the pen
See ya when I free ya if not when they shove me in
Once again it's an all out scrap
Keep your hands on ya gat, and now ya boys watch ya back
Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'ma tell ya
Mess with the best and the vest couldn't help ya
Scream, if ya feel me; see it clearly?
You're too near me -
[Chorus]
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
'Hard!' .. 'Tellin you to hear it, the rebel' - P.E.
'Tellin you to hear it..'
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
'Hard!' .. 'Tellin you to hear it, the rebel' - P.E.
'Tellin you to hear it..'
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
'Hard!' .. 'Tellin you to hear it, the rebel' - P.E.
'Tellin you to hear it..'
[Verse Two]
Pump ya fists like this
Holla if ya hear me - PUMP PUMP if you're pissed
To the sell-outs, livin it up
One way or another you'll be givin it up, huh
I guess cause I'm black born
I'm supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on
But it's time for a new plan, BAM!
I'll be swingin like a one man, clan
Here we go, turn it up, don't stop
To my homies on the block gettin dropped by cops
I'm still around for ya
Keepin my sound underground for ya
And I'ma throw a change up
Quayle, like you never brought my name up
Now my homies in the backstreets, the blackstreets
They fell me when they rollin in they fat jeeps
This ain't just a rap song, a black song
Tellin all my brothers, get they strap on
And look for me in the struggle
Hustlin 'til other brothers bubble -
[Chorus]
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
'Tellin you to hear it, the rebel' - P.E.
'Tellin you to hear it..'
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
'Hard!' .. 'Tellin you to hear it, the rebel' - P.E.
'Tellin you to hear it..'
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
'Hard!' .. 'Tellin you to hear it, the rebel' - P.E.
'Tellin you to hear it..'
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
'Hard!' .. 'Tellin you to hear it, the rebel' - P.E.
'Tellin you to hear it..'
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
[Verse Three]
Will I quit, will I quit?
They claim that I'm violent, but still I keep
representin, never give up, on a good thing
Wouldn't stop it if we could it's a hood thing
And now I'm like a major threat
Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget
Bring the noise, to all my boyz
Know the real from the bustas and the decoys
And if ya hustle like a real G
Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya hear me
Learn to survive in the nine-tre'
I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay
Whatever it takes to live and stand
Cause nobody else'll give a damn
So we live like caged beasts
Waitin for the day to let the rage free
Still me, till they kill me
I love it when they fear me -
[Chorus]
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
'Tellin you to hear it, the rebel' - P.E.
'Tellin you to hear it..'
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
'Hard!' .. 'Tellin you to hear it, the rebel' - P.E.
'Tellin you to hear it..'
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
'Hard!' .. 'Tellin you to hear it, the rebel' - P.E.
'Tellin you to hear it..'
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
'Hard!' .. 'Tellin you to hear it, the rebel' - P.E.
'Tellin you to hear it..'
[2Pac] You're too near me, to see it clearly
[repeat 4x]
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
'Hard!' .. 'Tellin you to hear it, the rebel' - P.E.
'Tellin you to hear it..'
[repeat 2X]
'Hard!' .. 'Tellin you to hear it, the rebel' - P.E.
'Tellin you to hear it..'
'Hard!' .. 'The rebel'
'Hard!' .. 'The rebel'
[repeat 12X to fade]
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
'Hard!' .. 'The rebel'

(Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row
They try to playa hate
but they can't fade us tho'
We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood
Yeah
with that funky sound (so funky)
we be throwin' down)
(Tupac)
This goes out to you playa
you know...you know who you are
Chorus
Gotta be careful, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nigga
Ya better Holla at me
Gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nigga
Ya better Holla at me
Gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nigga
Ya better Holla at me
Are you confused
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes
of a nigga who don't have a thing to loose
When me and you was homies
no one informed me it was all a scheme
You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams
how could you do me like that
I took ya family in
I put some cash in ya pocket
made you a man again
and now you let tha fear put your ass in a place
complicated to escape
It's a fools fate
without your word
your a shell of a man
I lost respect for you nigga
we can never be friends
I know i'm runnin' through your head now
what could you do
If it was up to you
i'd be dead now
I let tha world know nigga you a coward
You could never be live
until you die
see tha mothafucken bitch in your eye
Type of Nigga, that let tha evil of tha money trap me
when ya see me nigga
ya better holla at me (holla at me)
can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nigga
Ya better Holla at me
Chorus
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)
So I gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
so when ya see me nigga
ya better holla at me
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)
curious
spittin' lyrics
on tha verge of furious
i'm addicted to currency
nigga that's why we're doin this
I got shot up, I surprised tha niggas tha way I got up
and then
I hit the studio
It's time to blow tha block up
No hesitation
this information got you contemplatin'
heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation
break him
and let him see tha face of a mental patient
it's a celebration
of my criminal elevation
with the participation
I want members across tha fifty states
to keep tha nation anticipatin' until we break
will I be great, is it my fate
to live tha life of luxury
some niggas bought my tapes
so much jelousy it scares me
so be prepared
cause only tha strong survive
life isn't fair (fair)
probably never knew tha way it feels to die
so you figure fuck with me
I give that ass a try
Nigga, Holla at me
Chorus
Gotta be Carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
so when ya see me nigga
ya better Holla at me
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)
And now I gotta be carefull can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me Nigga
You better Holla at me
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)
(Ohhhhhh....)
I shoulda saw tha signs
I was blinded
criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time
so many brothas framed in this dirty game
it's a shame
so much pressure on my brain
while she blame me
Secrets in tha dark
only her and I know
now i'm sitten' in tha state pen
doin time for slow
guess she made a bad decision
that got me livin'
just like an animal
i'm caged up in state prison
my niggas dissin'
cause
hell have no fury like a woman scorn
A cemetary full of mothafuckers got not knowin'
picture my prophecy
tha cops are attacking me, on top of me
i'm runnin' from tha coppers
but never let'em stop me
cause i'm a soulja
hell, ever since I was a little nigga havin' fantasies
of one day getting older
Niggas is paranoid
trust
a no no
love is a mystery
Fuck tha po po,
Holla at me.....
So when you see me nigga
you better holla at me...
Chorus
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)
Gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
so when ya see me nigga
you better holla at me
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)
Now I gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
so when you see me nigga
you better holla at me
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)
(Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row
They try to playa hate
but they can't fade us tho'
We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood
Yeah
with that funky sound (so funky)
we be throwin' down)
gotta be carefull, can't let tha
evil of tha money trap me
so when you see me nigga
you better holla at me
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)
gotta be carefull, can't let tha
evil of tha money trap me
so when you see me nigga
you better holla at me
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)
(Ohhhhhhhh, heeeeyyy, ohhhhh nooo noooo noooooo)

(feat. Stretch)
Major! Hell motherfuckin yeah
This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolin, hell yeah
Mama raised a hellrazor... born thuggin
Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen
On the scene watchin fiends buggin
Kickin up dust with the older G's
Soakin up the game that was told to me
I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot, I learned
not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons
A young nigga askin questions while other suckers was guessin
I was ganked for sexin
Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin class
and I'm buckin blastin, straight mashin
Mobbin through the overpass laughin
While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? I keep my finger in the trigger
Cause some nigga tried to kill me
and mama raised a hellraizor, everyday gettin paid
Police on my pager, straight stressin
A fugitive my occupation is under question
Wanted for investigation, and even though
I'm marked for death, I'ma spark til I lose my breath
Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper
I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer
They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin trap
And they wonder why it's hard bein black
Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh
[Chorus: Stretch]
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
Lord be my savior, unnh
[Repeat 4X]
Mama raised a hellrazor
[2Pac] Dear Lord can ya feel me
Stress gettin major, unnh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign
Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin
Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure
Why you let the police beat down niggaz
I'm startin to think all the rich in the world is safe
While the po' babies restin in the early graves
God come save the youth
Ain't nothin else to do but have faith in you
Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand
Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand
And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
crooked cop killin Glock, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? Show a way
I'm prayin but my enemies won't go away
And everywhere I turn I see niggaz burn
Every nigga that I know's on death row
My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price
Little young motherfucker doin triple life
Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin better
If my nigga knew the truth he'd hit the roof
Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts
Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin
Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin pen
Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah
C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor
Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin major
(Lord be my savior, unnh)
[Chorus: Stretch]
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
Lord be my savior, unhh
[repeat 2X]
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me
A young nigga tryin to make it on these rough streets
I'm on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME
THE WHOLE WORLD done made a nigga crazy!
I got my three-five-seven can't control it
Screamin die motherfucker and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, I cause shit
Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick
Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me
Cause do or die gettin high til the bury me
Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why
Little girl like LaTasha, had to die
She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot
Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped
And when I saw it on the news I see busta girl killin 'Tasha
Now I'm screamin fuck the world, in the end
it's my friends, that flip-flop
Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop
Thug Life motherfucker I lick shots
Every nigga on my block dropped two cops
Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die
Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high
with my hands on the trugger, Thug nigga
Stressin like a motherfuckin drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights, I'm a Thug for Life
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a hellraiser why cry
That's just life in the ghetto, do or die

[Tupac Talking]
Heaven ain't hard to find
(All you gotta do is look)
[Tupac]
Simply because you nervous, let me start off with my conversation
Hoping my information, eleviates the hesitation
I can see it clearly now
catch you smiling through your frown
I'm askin' Baby Boo are you down ?
Although I know you've heard about my reputation
across the nation
'Mr. I get around'
My temptation got me dripping wet
perspiration
I'm activated by the moves your making
Baby why you faking? strip naked get the love making
See its all in your mind, so every time I sip a glass of wine
I fantasize till that ass is mine
Never gettin' but wanting, never touching but wishing
A straight thug on a mission until I get what I'm missing
Stop with the beeper, baby Listen,
I know you're grown, but pay attention
Let me hypnotize with my tounge kissen'
This is a message to bomb bodies and all dimes
Turn around one more time
Heaven ain't hard to find
[Chorus]
(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)
Heaven ain't hard to find
Infact you can have it just have faith
Just like a little kid, still believing in magic
It takes a lot of scarifice
with all the lonely nights on tour
I need somebody I can trust in my life
Let me apply the brakes
baby you're moving to fast
My conversations are getting deeper, but first let me ask
Are you afraid of a thug ?
and have you ever made love
with candles and bubbles sipping in your tub
Touch me and let me activate your bloodpressure
This Thug Passion
help the average man love better
Picture me naked and glistening beneath the moonlight mist
Take a shot of that alazhay
come give me a kiss
And maybe we can be better friends
perhaps we'll be closer
I'll be the thug in your life
baby and you'll be my soulja
And I know it takes some time
And you got a lot of questions on your mind
But relax, in due time
Heaven Ain't Hard to Find
[Chorus]
(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)
You think we all dogs, thats why you cautious when I approached you
Been talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken
Through my eye contact, I wink and you respond back
Look at me
whats all that ? Huh
its like the closer you get, Baby the quicker I'm speaking
I got a flight out Chicago, lets kick it this weekend
I'm sipping Heneesee and coke
tho' addicted to weed smoke
I'm fiendin' for your body even mo'
Oh god help me identify me truest thoughts
your hidden motives full of passion who would of thought
Come hollar at me baby, love me for my thug nature
Far from a playa hater, label me a money maker
Straight heart breaker
Baby we can be friends
I can soup you in my Benz
we'll ride
I'll let you floss it for your friends
Once we begin
until the end, it gets better with time
I'm makin' love to your mind baby
Heaven ain't hard to find
[Chorus]
(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)

Ahh, Suge what did 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
Them binoculars
Ha ha ha ha, yah nigga time to ride
Grab your bullet proof vest nigga
cause its gonna be a long one
Now me and Quik gonna tell you niggas
how its like on this side
The real side
Now on this ride its gonna be some real mutha-fuckas
and there is gonna be some pussys
Now the real niggas are gonna be the ones with
money and bitches
The pussys are gonna be the niggas
on the floor bleeding
Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize
cause the ride gets tricky
See you got some niggas on your side
That say they 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 say the truth
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 the 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 and cowards die
My mama told me When I was to see
Just a vicious mutha fucker while these devils left me free
I proceed to make them shiver when I deliver
Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli
Niggas is waiting for some thug shit thats what they tell me
So many rumors but I'm infinite Immortal Outlaw
Switching up on you ordinary bitches
like a south paw you gettin left
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
The Heartz of Men
My lyrical verge 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 and fly mode
I'm an homicidal outlaw and five-o get your lights on
Fight long, tonights gonna be a fucking fight so we might roll
My own homies saying I'm heart less
But I'm a G to this 'til the day I'm gone thats regardless
Drive-by and niggas bow down
I thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now
Throw up your hands if your thugged out
First nigga act up first nigga getting drugged out
I can be a villian if yah let me
I'll Mutha fuck yah if yah too upset me
tell the cops to come and get me
rip the crowd like a phone number
Start again, don't have no mutha fuckin' friends nigga
Look inside the heartz of men
In The Heartz of Men
In The Heartz of Men
To all me 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 Don
If niggas is having problems smoke fire and bomb them
I died and came back,
I hustle with these lyrics as if its a game of crack
Thugishness is in my spirit
I'm lost and not knowing scar'd up but still flowing
energized and still going
Uhh, can it be fate that makes a sick mutha fucka break
On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake
What will it take
Give me that bass line I'm feeling bombed
Deathrow baby don't be alarmed
The homie Quik gave a nigga beat and let me start again
Represent cause I've been sent
The heartz of men

My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island
Mumia Atumie, Gerino Pratt,
All the political Prisoners
San Quiton
Yeah
One Thug, One Thug
How do we keep the music playing
One Thug, One Thug
I wake up early in the morning
My state so Military
Suckas Fantasize, Pictures of a
Young Brother Buried
Was it me, The Weed, Or this life I lead
If daytime is for suckas then
Tonight we Bleed
Out for all that
Knowing that this world brings drawbacks
Look how this shit bumps
Once I deliver these war raps
Meet me at the cemetary
Dressed in Black
Tonight we
Follow the dead
And those who won't be back
So if I die
To the same for me
Shed no tear
An Outlaw, thug living in this game,
for years
Why worry,
Hope to god
Get me high
When I'm burried
Knowing deep inside me
Only if yah love
Come rush me to the gates of heaven
Let me picture for a while
How I live for my days, as a child
I wonder now
How do we outlast, always get cash
Stay strong if we all mash
Hold Your head
[Chorus]
How do we keep the music playing
How do we get ahead
To many young black brothers are dying
Living Fast, too fast
These felonies be like prophecies
Begging me to stop
Cuz These lawyers getting money
Everytime they knock us
Slashing pockets lyrically
Suckas fleed when they notice
Switched my name to Makaveli
Had the rap game closed
Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows
They froze
Now suckas idealize my choosen Blows
More money mean litigating
More Playa hating
Got a cell at the penn for me waiting
Is this my fate
Miss me with that mistermeaner thinking
Me fall back
Never That
Too much Tequilla drinking
We all that
Make them understand me
Hey I'll stay all night out with my Posse
Everyone roll with me is family
Cuz everybodies got me
Watch me paint a perfect vision
This life we living
Got us all meeting up in Prison
Last week I got a letter from my road dog
Written in Blood
Saying, 'Please show a young playa love'
Hold your head
Hold it
[Chorus]
How do we keep the music playing
How do we get ahead
To many young black brothers are dying
Living Fast, too fast
God bless the child that can hold is own
Indeed
Enemies Bleed when I hold my chrome
Let these words be to last
to my unborn seeds
Hope to raise my young nation
In this world of greed
Currency means nothing if you still ain't free
Money breeds jealousy
Take the game from me
I hope for better days
Trouble comes naturally
Running from authorities
Till they capture me
And my AIM is to spread more smiles than tears
Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years
Maybe Mama had it all right
Rest your head
Straight converstion all night
Bless the dead
To the homies that I usta have
That no longer roll
Catch a brother at the crossroads
Plus nobody knows my soul
Watching time pass
Through the glass of my drop top
Hold your head
[Chorus]

Intro: Tupac
I ain't got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) WEESSSSSSIIIIIDE!!
Bad Boy killers
(take money) You know the realest is niggaz
(take money) We bring it to you
(take money)
Verse One: Tupac
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
WEESSSSSSIIIIIDE when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the West side ride tonight (haha)
Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed
Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know, see...
Chorus:
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit em' up...
Interlude: Tupac
Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, deal with it!!
Verse Two: Fatal
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement
Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga
and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, pretty sour I push packages every hour
and hit em up
Chorus
Verse Three: Tupac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a sherm high
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me
all you niggaz livin bummy why you're fuckin with me
I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up
Verse Four: Kadafi
I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur
No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs
Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up
Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID!! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked
Verse Five: Edi
Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Idi Amin approach the scene
Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across
Soon as the funk was poppin off
Nigga I hit em up
Outro: Tupac
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us
You little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin
You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up
That's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
We gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep
Fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too
(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs WEESSSSSSIIIIIDE till we die!
Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
You niggaz laugh coz our staff got guns at they
motherfuckers belt, you know how it is
When we drop records they felt
You niggaz can't feel it
We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killaz!

(feat. Lil' Scrappy, Nutso, Yaki Kadafi)
[2Pac]
Ahhh shit hahaha
When I enter the first zone
Worst known mic holder
My Hummer roll up
Evacuating strapped soldiers
Inside strategy
Manifestin' military styles
Casually try da g
When niggas battle me
My prophesied prediction
Switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bitch
And watch 'em start snitchin'
I keep spittin' still stupid niggas fail to listen
I personify this thug livin'
Hell or prison
My ammunition varies
My voice carries
Watch me invite the whole world
Me and the mob gettin' married
It seems all the fine screams pierce the dark
This is expected
A trick bitch where is your heart
You mark
Watch niggas fall when I call they name
We outlaws hold your head niggas all the same
Except some who want more out of life than stress
We still thuggin' 'til its none left
Don't sleep
[Chorus (2x)]
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride (when I ride)
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine all the time (all the time)
Don't sleep
[Nutso]
Dumpin' on motherfuckers at random
Rapidly
Wit' accuracy
They shouldn't talk bad to me
It had to be
A motherfuckin' murder
I'm glad to be
A nigga that did the murder
So sad to see
Another motherfucker floatin'
In plastic reef
Sleep wit' his head wide open (head smokin')
Rapid release
Keep the police coastin'
Casualties
Warrant in deep east Oakland (doors wide open)
Yolk the nigga off the asphalt
Drove off to the hills
Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off
Death with the lex ruger
Death to ya
Niggas cry when the bullets fly
Kill and execute 'em
[Yaki Kadafi]
I blast first 'til they body me
Like my guns in variety
Runnin' wit' the real big willies you silly punks try to be
But front
Doin' my walk by's rollin' a blunt
Hand on my nuts in a getaway car full of stunts
Addicted to my nine
Movin' like crime through time
Poppin' niggas like pimples
Nigga nothin' simple 'bout mine
Etch-a-sketchin'
Dumpin' on all you punks at intersections
Day in and day out
Ain't no easy way outs or easy exits
Don't sleep
[Chorus (2x)]
[Lil' Scrappy]
G's up
A-Town
When I hit the street
All I can see is the grind
Blood sweat and tears when I bust my rhyme
Yeah I un- for my folk like I load my nine
And when I let loose
Then no crew standin' but mine
I gives a damn 'bout lame nigga actin' schiesty
Same one knew I was in jail and didn't write me
Wanna fight me then come find me
What eva you do shawty you betta think wisely
You might see me wit' a stack in the trap (Aye)
I use my thoughts and pen
Similar to a saran wrap
A lil' lame nigga I'll neva be
Yeah I'ma keep it g
I'm from the Three and Scrap will neva sleep
Aye
[Chorus (2x)]
Don't Sleep
Don't Sleep

Guess who's back?
[2Pac]
Drop the drums, here it comes, only got
two minutes to bounce, and every second counts
Better press, wreck on your tech, here we go, set pass the Moet
My trickery's more slippery when wet
Wicked as I flip, don't trip, get a grip
It'll kick, if the bass line's thick, it's a hit
Everybody's got a mic now, its like a hobby
But more like a job, cause bootleggers tryin to rob me
And little man wants to be a rap, star
Make papes, hit skins, drive a fat car
It ain't easy, sleazy even
Deceivin those we, believe in
No benefits, just tricks and chicks
Knock a pig to pick, so here's a stick to lick
I shoot a gift, til there ain't none left
And if I find that the track sound def
I catch wreck till I lose my breath
That's how it goes in the land of broke
I dispose of those, rock shows, and collect my dough
Now I suppose I'm the bad guy, why?
I say, 'Hi,' and try to stay high
Life's a mess don't stress, test.. of givin
but be thankful that you're livin.. blessed
Guess who's back, comin back with the track supplied
by Special Ed and Ak, comin right and exact
I'm fightin it back, now snap, where they at?
When it's time to go to combat, guess who's back
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
'Yes I'm back' - [Special Ed]
'Tupac is' .. back!!
[2Pac]
Drop the drums, here it comes, only got
one minute to bounce, and every second counts
I went from hustlin dicks, to makin hits, bustin flicks
Now I'm sure to be rich for ninety-six
I pull my 'capes on tapes, and make, papes
Trace the bass, to the tape with the baddest bass to date
I try to shake it but the pace is hard to break
Good thoughts I wait, cause they hate my black take
Yeah, it's on, and it's packed in the rap race
But if ya got a black face, its a rat race
I struggle to be rugged and raw, Dukes
Tryin to survive in the trials and lawsuits
Everybody wants to test me, WHY ME?
No lie, nuckas cried when they try me
Givin up the roughness, justice
I'ma bust as I'm rippin up 'nuff hits
And guess who's back? No longer trapped
Cause I snapped on the ones that held me back, feel the contact
Ride the track, get I grip as I flip
Ghetto wickedness I kick, guess who's back?
[Chorus 1.5X]
'Yes I'm back, cause I never did front' - [cut 'n' scratched]

[Dat Nigga Daz]
You find an MC like me who's strong
we leavin' muthafucka's aborted
with no verbal support
when I command the microphone
I gets deadly as Congo
with a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on thou
who can we stand, the more power of game
and make it possible for me to drop
a few to wrecks ya brain
imagine to keep on wishin' upon a star
finally realizing who the fuck you are
when I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded,
would it be the greatest MC of all time
when I created rhyme for the simple fact
when I attack the [clubs] be tired
my attempts to ride
every time all night
I faced with the scars beyond
this beam or bar
for me to put down my guard
I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
breakin' in gas with the six eight all day
in an out, with my pay
I'm soon to count the bodies...
[Tupac]
So mandatory my elevation
my lyrics like orientation
so you can be more familiar
with tha nigga you facin'
we must be based on nothin'
better than communication
known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations
sorry I left that ass waitin'
no more procrastination
give up to fate, and get that ass shakin'
I'm bustin' and makin muthafucka's panic
don't take ya life for granted
put that ass in the dirt
you swear the bitch was planted
my lyrics motivate the planet
It's similar to Rhythm Nation
but thugged out, forgive me Janet
who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls
you know, the way the games get told
yo two years ago, a friend of mine
told me alazhay and Chrystal
blows your mind
bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote
takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat
[Method Man]
I got my mind made up, come on... [come on]
get in get in too [get on it]
let it ride [get wit it]
tonight's tha night
I got my mind made up, come on...
get in get in too
let it ride
tonight's tha night
[Kurupt]
Well I comes through with two packs
of tha bomb pro-folax
for protection
so my fuckin sac won't collapse
cause nowadays, shits evading the x-rays
sending young muthafucka's to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
shows my hearts as cold as the tundra
electryfing like thunder
I'm just too much
rough and raw with that mutha fuckin' poisonous touch
I'm a
MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin' Bomb Bay
ya got dissed, that's before it's in cast like Bob May
My rhymes
I leave a mark on ya mind
as the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pimes
there's no escape
na I ain't blastin' I use my mental
to assassinate assassin's
for those askin'
opposed to laughin'
raw maniacal villian
laughter enhances the chances of tha killin'
why is that
cause smilin' faces decieve
you best believe
to MC's, I'm the deadliest disease
my thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night
is when I defeat and ignite Mic's
my verbal snipe, your vocabal site
I'm out tha cut, uncut
and raw with no clause fall
so all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall
ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
the raider rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
to LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
as your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
beware, second, prepare to enter verbal combat
[Method Man]
Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
like Hitler
stickin' up Jews wit German missles
the mister Mef Tical from Staton Isle
will be back after this message
don't touch tha dial
rarely do you see and MC out for justice
got my gun powder and my musket
Blauw!
mellons get swellin', I paint mental pictures like Magellen
half of my clan, repeat felons
niggas best protect they joint tha nine nickel
man I stay on point like icicles
now who want to test Tical
then test Tical
all up in ya muthafuckin' mouth
head banga boogie
catch me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man roll too tight, you can't fool me
better take one and pass or that's that ass
your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash
play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast
[Redman]
a yo
lyrical gas spittin' tha criminal tactics
non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards
let's face it, there's no replacement
taste this, mad underground basement
shit I'm laced with
avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm spliffted
Funk Doctor who spot bitch don't get it twisted
I got connects like Federal Express
to get the fresh package of bless
tha dogs can't fetch
got the clear spot from tha rear block
two plus til every nigga tear drop
men I fear not
hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop
since ya crew suit you to shift
now you claim that you get's lot
with this underground cannibis
I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst
the proceeds like Key's
my degrees freeze cause secondtively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake
so I erase the whole front row at your wake
I plan my escape in case J or a snake bust it
I'm tha one pushin' a hurst in the first place
confidence for you shaky ass folks
pump for Rockafeller for the day he got smoked
choke, off this anecdope got you ope, zeros
by my lyrical Billy Dee forty-five colt
And I'm out for nine nickel
INS tha rebel
West, list this, this, this

Makaveli in this Killuminati, all through your body.
The blows like a 12 guage shotty. Uhh
Feel me.
God said he should send his one begotten son
To lead the wild in to the ways of the man.
Follow me.
Be my flesh, flesh and my flesh
Chorus
Come with me, Hail Mary,
nigga run quick, see,
what do we have here now
Do you wanna ride or die
La, la la la, la, la, la la
I ain't a killa but don't push me
revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy
Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted
Peep the weakness in the rap game and showed it
Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin
Seein niggas comin for me, through my diamonds,
when they glistenin
Now pay attention,
Rest me please 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 mad man
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 corupted,
fuck this shit, stuck,
Niggas lucky if we bust out this shit,
plus momma 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
Penitentiary is packed, with promise makers
Never realize the precious time the bitch niggas is wastin'
Institutionalized I live my life a product
Made to crumble,
Much to hardened for a smile,
were to crazy to be humble
We ballin catch me father please
cause I'm fallin, in the liquor store
Pass the Hennessy I hear ya callin
Can I get some more
Hail till I reach Hell, I ain't scared.
Momma checkin in my bedroom I ain't there.
I got a head wit no screws in it
what can I do
one life to live but I got nothin 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 Clinton Max, doin there 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
Castro
They got an APB out on my thug family
Since the Outlawz run these streets
Like these scandalous freaks
Our enemies die now, walk around half dead
Head down K blasted off Hennessy and Ty
Chronic mixed
Now I'm twisted,
blisted and high
Visions of me thug livin
gettin' me by forever live,
and I multiply survive by thugs
When I die they won't cry
Unless they comin with slugs.
Young Noble
Peep the whole seen, and whatever goin on around me
Brain kinda cloudy
smoked and out feelin rowdy
Ready wet the party up and
whoever in that motherfucka
Nasty new Street slugger
My heat seeks suckas on a regula
Mashin in a stolen Black ack Integera
Cock back sixty seconds
till the draw that's when I deadin ya
Feet first ya gotta a nice gat but my heat's worse
From a thug to preachin preachin church
I gave you love now you eatin dirt
needin work and
I ain't the nigga to put you up on, cause word in bond
When I was broke I had to hustle till dawn
That's when sun came up
There's only one way up, hold ya head stay up
To all my nigga's
get ya pay and wait up
Castro
If it's on then it's on,
we rate B-breaks
Outlaws on a paper chase,
can you relate
to this shit I don't got,
be the shit I gotta take
Dealin wit fate
Hoping God don't close the gate.
Repeat
Chorus and Verse
We've been traveling on this wavy road,
long time life can be a heavy load
but we ride, ride it like a bullet
Hail Mary, Hail Mary
We won't worry everything with corine
We free like the bird in the tree
We won't worry everything with corine
Yes we free like the bird in the tree
We runnin from the Penitentiary
This is the time for reliberty
Hail Mary, Hail Mary
Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli tha Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Dayz

(feat. Stretch)
[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

For all my low life thug niggas,
For all my niggas in the hood,
Livin the life of a ghetto star,
Ha ha ha Makavelli,
Just holla my name
And witness game official
Niggas is so shame
They stare stiff like scared bitches
While I remain inside a paradox
Gone my block
Though gun shots is promised to me when will I stop
I hit the weed
And hope to god I can fly high
Witness my enemies
Die when I ride by
Ita's shit to try
Send they bodies to they parents up north
With they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off
Fuck em all what I scream as I dream

[Talib Kweli]
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, what
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, what (yeah)
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, what (yeah, what, yeah, uh)
Pack your cannons we outlandishly brandish the weapons
Meet Jamaican like you god {U-god?} and 'em handing you lessons
We learn a lot from the 60's like glaring 13 necks
Mainly the niggaz get shot for flaring out their larynx
And get to speakin' on a conditions of black people
that's illegal they enforce it with the force that's lethal
make you wanna grab a gun and throw the all black gear on
head to congress exercising your constitutional right to bear arms
leather jackets and glasses and you can tell it's us
the FBI probably bust a nut if we self destruct
call it militant but ain't nobody killing Barry {Goldwater}
you can't be militant if you ain't got no military
but it's still a very powerful word
picture some niggaz with guns, got 'em very disturbed, word
now-a-days you could get shot for a cheap necklace
back then my people bust shots for the free breakfast
[Hook]
now before you see God, or stand before Allah
you could learn from the stars that fall outta the sky
everybody act hard, like they got no regard
so we mourn falling stars, they still living all hard
(we still here, word)
this is for Medgar Evers, Martin, and my brother Malcom
sometimes we be sittin and wishing for another outcome
my head be spinning, it be full of why's and the how come's
the value of life is so cheap if your skin ain't talcum
we need leaders, we looking at entertainers
it's about the cash, so we respect the biggest gainers
niggaz get paid then they run away from the community
that ain't gangsta nigga, you the opposite of Huey P
don't be confusing me with haters, player
get your paper, just show respect to the folks who made you (yeah)
blessed by the creator so give money nigga
just don't bring a plate of food around a hungry nigga
out on these streets the police is killing
I'm spilling out my heart on these beats so I can feed my children (yeah)
disrespect and I'm a give you a bar to save your life
because we don't need no more fallen stars
[Hook]
stalk the stage with the pride of the panther
hands off Asada and the blood of a dance floor
word, rock on, throw the Tupac on
he's not gone, you hear his influence in pop songs
shine brighter than those Vegas lights
illuminating that Vegas night to the party after the fight
'til the gunshots disturb the peace like Luda
too bad he ain't a white chick in Aruba
they'd have a whole department dedicated to finding the killer
you'd see Afeni Shakur on Larry King, and motherfucking Dennis Miller
word, Bill O'Reilly would be flapping his gums
how much respect do they have for my people?
actually none
you either do the nigga packing a gun who hate niggaz
even though every time he pass a mirror he staring at one
my man stressed 'cause of lack of funds
this the type of shit that make you wanna drown your liver
and blacken your lungs
[Hook] x3
[spoken]
now of course this was inspired by Tupac Shakur
Eazy-E, still here (still here)
my man Justo (still here)
Big L (still here)
Big Pun (still here)
I'm from Brooklyn, you know what I'm saying
Brooklyn know a lot about tragedy
we lost our Big Poppa and our baby girl
that was our whole world, yo (still here)
this is for our fallen stars
inspired by the poets, revolutionaries, and activists
from the generation before us
come and do our thing on this microphone
when else in the history of this country
can a black man get on the microphone
and say whatever the hell he wanna say?
it's a lot of responsibility
but we standing on the shoulders of our ancestors
so I bear that burden, throw it on my back

[2Pac]
If I could recelect before my hood dayz
I would sit in bliss and reminis on the good dayz.
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
They stressed and goin under.
We never really went through that
Cause we was born ??
Today things change,its a shame
They blame it on the youth cause the truth look strange
For them its worse, we come from a world thats cursed
And it hurts.
Cause any day theyll push the button.
And yall condemned like malcom x and uncle bob
They died for nothin.
Make the people teary, the world looks dreary
But when you wipe your eyes you see it clearley.
Theres no need for you to fear me.
If you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me.
It aint about black or white, cause we human
I hope you see the light before its ruiend
My ghetto gospel
[Chorus x3]
It ok, its ok, its ok
My ghetto gospel
[2Pac]
Tell me do you see that old lady she aint sad
Living out a bag, in rags, loving the things she has
Over there see that lady, the cracks got her crazy.
And shes gonna give birth to a baby?
I shouldnt let it fade me. we out of the projects
Jumped into another form of slavery.
And even now i get discouraged.
I wonder if its tooken all back will i still keep the courage.
I refuse to be a role modle.
I keep control on the hoes and take out my old bottle.
I make mistakes, i learn from everyone.
And when its said and done, ill be called a better one.
If i strecth you dont stretch.
Never forget, god is gonna finish with me yet.
I feel his hands on my brain.
When i write ryhmes, i go blind, and let the lord do this thing.
But am i any less holy,
I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
And then world peace, we tried and failed
Now theres war in the streets
My ghetto gospel.
[Chorus x3]
[2Pac]
I remember grandmas hands use to hold me
Mold me, i never forget the things she told me
Brothas a butt, and played the big shot
But you know grannys are the only other thing lil ghetto kids got.
Moms work, and pops burried.
Drop me off at grannys, left without a heart cause shes worried
And ghetto grannys are like books.
We got some many crooks, so many grannys gettin shook.
And gettin trapped in a nursing home.
Times is hard, and even worse alone
And how could you be so cold,
Youll get your turn, as soon as you turn old.
All they ask of every person,
Is for a brotha to figure whats on his mind when hes cursin.
9 out of 10 youll find them problems.
Time to take listen and see what you can do to solve them.
Cause every body needs a little help
On the way of relieng on ones self.
And think about it, why 2pac hit you with a little ghetto gospel
My ghetto gospel.
[Chorus x3]
[2Pac]
I wake up stone cold gangsta main
See ya gave me ghetto gospel, i thank you main
Use to roll in the back and do drugs a lot.
Now im bangin the tracks, slangin ryhmes i got.
In this world of greed tryin to succeed on my beliefs.
Now i lay me down to sleep, lord can you hear me speak.
Can you forgive me for my sins
If i had it all to do again, id still play to win
I hope the lord can understand me.
A mans gotta do what he can for his family.
And pay the price of being hellbound.
But i ratha see hell later than see hell now.
And the devil aint got nothin on the president.
Cut back and keep us tsrapped in our residence.
And be like animals in cages.
We can rant and rave about slavery for ages.
Or we can stop makin awful
And hitem with a lil ghetto gospel
My ghetto gospel.
[Chorus x4]

(feat. Hussein Fatal, Papoose & Carl Thomas)
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this
[Verse 1: 2pac]
Murderous mind state,
Can't keep my nine straight,
Sippin' on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break,
Show up and muthafuckas bow down, recognize
Westside, Death Row, Outlaw, Ridaz,
Untouchable mob of pistol packers,
Well-known felons labeled for 'drug-selling merciless jackers',
Forever buzz, roll with thugs and dogs,
Commence the letting off rounds, then escape in the fog,
Who wants to see me solo?
Catch Makaveli while he sleeping,
My mini fourteen murdering niggaz while they creepin, (Uh)
Duck cause you ass out,
Drink 'til you pass out,
Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house,
Niggaz is under me,
They bitches come to me,
They heard the stories nigga, now they wanna really see,
Bomb First, my motto, it's fully guaranteed,
Niggaz is playa haters, label them my enemies,
I'm dumpin'
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this
[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
When it's on, I'm poppin' off every chance I get,
Out the window on some uptown anthem shit,
I'm stressin', but ain't no pressure, I been here before,
Fugitive taskforce at my girlfriends' door,
Now they checkin' in her bedroom, I ain't there,
Forty Cals, extended clips, still I ain't scared,
Outlaw, and best believe they won't take me alive,
I'm different and I'mma prove it if it take me to die,
You think God had a plan for me?
But he won't be layin' up in my casket or doin' life in the can for me,
Maybe I'm brazen or paranoid than a bitch,
Me dyin', you think I'd let him see the joy from that shit?
Walking dead, angels spend their last days by me,
New Jersey Giant like Dave Tyree,
Young George or Jonathan Chat,
Your guns clap,
Mine will go 'br-r-r-r-att',
Soldier like Geronimo Pratt,
And come through cockin' tha black pound,
When they put the twin towers up, Pac, I'm knockin' 'em back down,
Poster child,
Air Force Ones, with the checks,
I'm supposed to wild sex,
Money and murder is all I breathe in my life,
It's full of judges and chasin' enemies in the night,
Through the Henny, I see the eyes of the Devil,
He's ridin' with extra boxes of bullets and a nina and a shovel
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this
[Verse 3: Papoose]
I always thought I'd have to die to do a record with Pac,
So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box,
You end up in the box 'cause them grave robbin' bastards,
Dig your grave up and snatched you out the casket,
Worms in my eyes, eating through my cabbage,
The flesh to the bones,
The bones to the ashes,
But I'm not dead,
I'm actually in a session with the Pac Keeper, Sha Money, progressing,
They don't really want no drama, I know they goons,
That's why I keep pressure on 'em like a open wound,
This God given, he keep givin' me better music,
So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement,
Y'all can't kill me, y'all forever losin',
Songs of evolution,
If I load your gun for you and we bang it out with some other niggas, you better shoot it,
Don't try to lie and say you was bustin', I'm clever, stupid,
Claimin' you reppin' Ruthless,
You got the same bullets you had when I loaded it for you, you never used it,
The Nasareema dream, get ready for execution,
Papoose, Fatal and Pac
The revolution
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this
Young nation just trying to get this
Just trying to get this

Niggaz.. fuckin wit the wrong nigga..
[2Pac]
My seductive introduction be specific, still elusive
but exclusive's what I give you when I kick it, and I'm still lifted
Niggaz can't get with Mr. Wicked
Picture me flippin my adversaries, gettin the dick swiftly
Niggaz are swingin wild, but they styles miss me
You can bring that bitch but ya whole click'll still get treated shitty
Business never personal I'm up before the sun come up on thai
Just a ghetto star, a dropped up double-R is what I'm ridin
Nigga, if you was half the man yo' bitch was, bring you artillery
when you come for me, cause we sick thugs
No hesitation when I pull and blast, cause Syke was bustin
plus, Bow had 'em duckin, screamin, 'Get they cash!'
So now I got the law on me, my phone's tapped
So I had to send word through my lil' homies
Tell them niggaz this the year when they pull the trigger
Shit, this is what you get, for fuckin, wit the wrong nigga..
This is what you get, when you fuckin wit the wrong nigga..
Hehehehe, yeah nigga, peep it
Before I lay me down to sleep I, pray and thank the Lord
for givin me another fruitful, dayyy
I wanna be a peaceful man but still when niggaz come for me
all I can see is gettin 'em, killed
For real it's how I feel, reflect my thoughts, flowin on these reels
Make my enemies deal with my steel, they caps peeled
We still cool but you played yourself
Give him the mac and make him spray hisself, heyyy
Fallin legends clutchin chrome three-five-seven
Puttin two bullets to they dome, wanted to die in heaven
Why call in shots nobody really as clear as me
Ain't tryin to help the feds get a case for conspiracy
Murder my foes get disposed of
We all homies to the death, so my true niggaz show me love
God forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure
But why they fuckin wit the wrong nigga, y'know?
It's like..
Why you fuckin wit 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 in these streets, blast 'til they recognize
Still do or die, all my niggaz gettin high watchin time fly
Best strategize on the way to profit
Best organize how you ride so they can't stop it
Then keep it poppin lot of busters wanna see me fall
I fucked yo' bitch and now this new shit gon' fade 'em all
My niggaz ball made a call for some backup
for lil' homies and my dogs in the black truck
Buck buck was the sound as they gats burst
No need for ambulance, baby bring the black hearse
Shoulda never fucked around busta, how you figure?
Makin moves on the wrong nigga, is what it sounds like
Ding ding ding.. when you fuck wit the wrong nigga..
Niggaz gettin hit, when they fuck, wit the wrong nigga..
Fuckin wit the wrong nigga..

[2Pac - over background voices]
My ghetto love song, hahaha, let's be friends..
(Where my niggaz at? Where my niggaz where my bitches?
Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at?
Throw your hands in the air
Everybody just throw your hands in the air)
Let's be friends..
(Wessyde in this motherfucker right here, Wessyde..)
[2Pac]
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps lady
you can help me multiply my stacks baby
Currency seems small I need companionship (hey)
Through with that - scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit
So why you hesitatin actin like yo' shit don't stink
Check out my - diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)
This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for bitches
Check my resume, sippin on Cristal and Alize
Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way
Don't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth
I can't stand no sneaker-wearin nappy head bitch
Let my pedigree, re-breed me, they're so cheap
Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called comp, who the man?
While I'm tuggin on yo' main bitch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!)
Understand this, ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby let's be friends
[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Let's be friends (where my niggaz at? come on)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (all my niggaz, where my hoes at?)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (where the bitches at, where the niggaz with money?)
(where you at baby?)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (cash makin hoes)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends
[2pac]
I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass got me checkin for you hardcore; starin and watchin
Me and you one on one (see that bitch) picture countless options
Was it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of me
Erotic, psychotic, we posess bubonics
Far from a crush I wanna bust your guts and touch
everything inside you from my head to my nuts
You got me sweatin like a fat girl goin 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 you used to me
What's up in 9-6? Fine tricks in drag
Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass
Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen
Got my hands on your thighs now
Let me in between as friends
[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Let's be friends (wessyde, motherfucker right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (wessyde in this motherfucker)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (wessyde in this motherfucker right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (in this motherfucker right here)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends
[2Pac]
Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
I got em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch (Ha hah!)
Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game?
Bet I scream WESSYDE when I came (wessyde, ha ha ha)
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 get into it
Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it
You got me high! Let me come inside!
I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride! (let me ride!)
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
Fuck player hatin niggaz cause they cock block (cock block)
You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?
Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?
Made a livin out of cuss words, liquor, and weed
A bad seed turned good - in this world of G's
Baby got me fantasizin, seein you naked
It's the fuck song, so check my record
And let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at) Thug style!
[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Throw yo' guns in the air!)
Friends.. (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)
Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Where my niggaz at?)
Friends.. (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Where my people at? Let's be..)
[2Pac]
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
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Make money, take money, be friends
[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Let's be friends (get your cash on, let's, get dough)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (c'mon, get your cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (c'mon, get your cash on, let's, get paid)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (c'mon, getcha cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends
Make money, take money! [repeat 5X]

[little kid] Tell me about these fake ass bitches
[2Pac]
Look here little nigga
Most of these niggaz be bitches too
but you'll never hear that side of the story
So uhh, we finna do this shit like this
It's like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches
They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin riches
What the fuck you think a trick is nigga
Nigga done stick and wet his dick
and then get tricked out all his riches by a -- BITCH!
I'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya
Think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her
It's like a motherfuckin priveledge
So don't give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits
When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup
And if she is the type of nigga hang up, worrrd up
And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone
And call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on
A motherfucking mack tonight
Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight
You fuckin punks, I hate you snitches
Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches
(God, damn! You can't just hit them niggaz with that game
and expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless.
But we gonna kick this shit like this here)
[Chorus: 2Pac]
I can't stand fake ass bitches
Lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches
[repeat 2X]
Time to show these bustas who's boss
Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed
The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy
Broke hoes runnin round yellin 'Gimme!'
I can't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man
Shit all I wanted her to do is suck my DICK
So how about hittin a motherfucker on my pager
Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later
Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega
Fuckin with the player that done made her, huh
And I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money
Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch)
So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked
So where the motherfuckin hoes at?
Punk niggaz can't fade the mack, livin fat
Gettin paid to rap, it's like that, you motherfuckin bitches
Yeah, yeah that's my motto
She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass niggaz
So y'all take that shit back to y'all camp and uhh
you sleep on that there, it's like
[Chorus 2X]
Oh you too nigga, don't think we ain't talkin bout your punk ass
You old fake ass nigga
Standin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that
You soft as a motherfuckin grape
Ain't this a motherfuckin bitch
I can see right through your flower ass
Some of these niggaz is bitches too, man I tell ya
It's gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo'
but we gonna do this shit
Y'all take this shit and you play this shit for every single
fake ass bitch out there
And there's plenty of em
You probably got one sittin next to you right now
Bobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit that he listenin to
Fake ass motherfuckin bitch, die in ninety-four

(feat. Dramacydal)
[2Pac]
Young Thugs in this motherfucker
Don't break up the fight, let 'em rumble
Don't make enemies with me
I Try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
Some say my criminal experience is legendary
I do what's necessary
Niggas wanna see me burried
Worried, if you coming hurried
I ain't going down, fuck the world I'm a thug
Tell 'em can't nothing stop me but a slug
I went from drug dealing to a shot caller
From off the block, no longer rock
And putting money in my pocket, nationwide baller
Bitch nigga I'm prepared to die, Before I fry
I hit the weed so I be forever high
My eyes has seen so much in misery, So before I flee
I open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed
Bitches don't wanna see me leave, forever thugging
Tell 'em bury me a G on everything I love
And fuck the law 'cause the raw niggas ain't free
This picture's clear but we can't see, hahaha
This game is jealousy, Don't let 'em change
That's what they keep on telling me, motherfuck the fame
I can't sleep 'cause I keep hearing peeps
? wrapped in my sheets
Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
Rather fuck with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me, nigga
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
Fuck with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me
[Mutah with K-Dogg in ()]
The game is getting deeper with this I couldn't stop, I'm reminising
And having flashbacks when them niggas came up missing
(Wish in my heart, these niggas they ain't have to start
Now therefore they gotta see in dark
Played the part with heart when we spark they part
Running silly through the court) They don't really wanna start
(How you wanna do?) Yo K, anyway
These motherfuckers wanna play we can do it all day
So I stay (Sipping on my aray to keep my head fine
And I'm where? Everywhere from here to bedtime)
And I squeeze when I say I'm coming
Straight gunning on enemies if it's really me that they wanting
(Cause it ain't nothing, Y'all niggas is fronting
Do you really want it? niggas dying...)
[2Pac]
Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather fuck with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather fuck with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me
[Big Mal with Yak in ()]
Now, we're in '94, Niggas get bust through the do'
Cup? in a flash sittin on that ass (And rarely fold)
Galitter tell 'em bout that trife shit (You wanna fight?
I wanna light shit, you lose your life bitch) bee-yatch!
A nigga struggle too hard for what I got
hustle (And doubled every fucking yard that I cop and stop
Hell nah! I coulnd't see it
Facing a century in the penatentury but so be it)
And Jesus couldn't help me out the state
(Prepare for an early date to see my fate at the pearly gate
But wait) No time for stalling (But death is calling)
You wanna stomp on it somebody's gotta start falling
(True, what I do from sun up) is for a come up
(Wake up with my gun up) Cause when I sneak that's when they run up
(So It's time to spray like Ray
And put the freeze on these fake Gs) You know how we do
[2Pac]
Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather fuck with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me, nigga
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd Rather fuck with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me
What nigga? Young motherfucking thugs, let's out do it
Don't make enemies with me nigga
Y'all better fuck with these other niggas
And I don't see it
Don't make enemies with me
Motherfuckers is fatal nigga
I swear by the Gods
Don't make enemies with me nigga
Niggas gonna see they caskets fucking with these bastards
Don't make enemies with me
It's for all these motherfuckers that's swearing to God
That they be doing something
Don't make enemies with me
That they touching something
That they being something
Y'all niggas ain't shit
That's on my mama bring the drama, nigga
Young Thugs, fuck the drugs
These niggas making records, y'all niggas best to check it
Cause y'all gonna get yo asshole tore
They tearing patches out you niggas ass
All y'all niggas, I don't give a fuck who you running with
This is thug life nigga, the new generation motherfucker
Young Thugs we chin checking all you junior high school motherfuckers
Y'all better feel this shit, don't make enemies with these niggas
You better be friendly motherfucker, I swear to God
We running through, smile from handshake

(feat. Digital Underground)
[Shock G sings the parts in {} throughout]
[2Pac]
Haha, what you say?
Who you callin rapist? Ain't that a bitch
You devils, are so two faceted
Wanna see me locked in chains, dropped in shame
and gettin stalked by these crooked cops a-gain
Fuckin with the young black male, tryin to stack mail
and umm, stay away from the packed jails
I told the judge I'm in danger
and that's why I had that fo'-five with one in the chamber
Fuck the world!
[Chorus: 2Pac]
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up screamin, 'Fuck the world!'
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
Just woke up and screamed, 'Fuck the world!'
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
Uhh, I woke up and screamed, 'Fuck the world!'
{They're tryin to say that I don't care}
Just got up and screamed, 'Fuck the world!'
[2Pac]
When I was comin up rough that wasn't even what you called it
That's why I smoke blunts now and run with alcoholics
I'm gettin, threats to me, comin from my enemies
And, in they dreams it's, Hell where they sendin me
Have I, lost control or just another soul
A car full of motherfuckers when we roll
Sippin on yak as I sit back (YES!) life as a big mack
Brothers come up and say, 'You did that?' {uhh, uhh, uhh}
Never take yo' eyes off the prize, and even if you gettin high
don't ever hesitate to try
Cause you can fall off or stay ballin, niggaz we all in
And them my motherfuckers callin {ohh, ohh, ohh}
Fuck the world!
[Chorus: 2Pac]
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up and screamed, 'Fuck the world!'
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
Just woke up and screamed, 'Fuck the world!'
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I got up and screamed, 'Fuck the world!'
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up and screamed, 'Fuck the world!'
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
[2Pac]
Man, fuck the world..
Damn, they wanna label me a menace
cause I'm sittin here sippin on Guinness
Weighin 165, and these tricks should die
for bein jealous of a brother when he rides
I can see it in yo' eyes, you wanna see a young playa fallin
They hate to see a nigga ballin
Some of you suckers is rottin, plottin on what I got
And then you wonder why I shot him (boo-ya!)
Stop givin game for free, you wanna hang with me
like being a thug is the thang to be?
But I got love for my homies, the G's and macks
And if you're black, you better stay strapped
Nigga, fuck the world!
[Chorus: 2Pac]
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up and screamed, 'Fuck the world!'
{They try to say that I don't care}
I woke up and screamed, 'Fuck the world!'
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
Got up and screamed, 'Fuck the world!'
Haha, fuck the world! Fuck it
I hear my niggaz screamin fuck the world!
[2Pac]
They wanna know if I claim the click, that I'm hangin with
and if I'm down with this bangin shit
Well homie I don't give a fuck if you Blood or Cuz
Long as ya got love for thugs
But don't try to test me out, stall that
Homie this is Thug Life nigga and we all strapped
I been through, Hell and back, and if I, fell black
then it's, back to the corner where we sell crack
Some of you niggaz is bustas; you runnin 'round
with these tramp=ass bitches, don't trust her
But don't cry, this world ain't prepared for us
A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust
Fuck the world!
[Chorus: 2Pac Humpty Hump/Shock G]
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up and screamed, 'Fuck the world!'
{They're tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up screamin, 'Fuck the world!' [Uhh!]
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up screamin, 'Fuck the world!'
{Yeah what's goin on y'all?}
{Uhh, uhh, uhh..} Fuck the world!
[Shock G singing ]
I don't care.. I don't care, I don't care! [fades]

I ain't got time for this man I'm out
[Chorus]
You should stop for awhile you will find me standing there (Don't you trust me?)
Over here at the side of your life (Not that I don't trust you)
You spend all your hours just rushing around
Do you have a little time to have a little time for me?
As soon as I leave the house you wanna page me
See you got me trapped I'm going crazy this is slavery
You act like it's outrageous give me space it won't get better
And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters
Soon as I come home it's like I get the third degree
Where ya been and who you with I get no room to breathe It makes me wanna leave
I'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve
Your suspicious I decieve give me grief without belief but to me
If you really trust me then it's pitiful
Question me about my whereabouts that's so trivial
Let me live my life and you can live yours
Just be there to help me and support that's what your here for
Not to give me stress and add to pressure
Home is where I go the rest I go to pass the test
I'm sorry if I left you all alone
But I couldn't make it home so we argue on the phone
Don't you trust me?
[Chorus]
Callin' up my house to hang it up You think that makes sense
Tell me what it takes for us to shake so we can be friends
It's time for us to take our seperate paths
We had a lot of laughs but the good things come to pass
Let's think of the evil break don't make it scandoulous
Try to be mature til your sure that we can handle this
Your sayin I'm too busy I ignore you
I guess you didn't hear me when I said that I cared for you
But now it seems the arguments are nightly
I wanna hold you tightly but instead you wanna fight me
So why let it stress and aggravate me
Instead I'd rather break hope you don't hate me
You tell me that you love me but your lyin'
Fightin back the urge to start cryin'
I wipe away your tears come and hug me
I love you like you love me
Girl...don't you trust me?
[Chorus]
I hangup the phone (click)
I can't barely hear you yellin' at me
Maybe we should end it neither one of us are happy
You know that I'm emotional you milk me
Comin' over crying just to get me feelin' guilty
You and me were met to be it yet
You always wanna sweat and how much closer can we get (don't fret)
Just set me back my things and I'll be outie
This time I'm breakin out you let your mouth overcrowd me
I can't take the beefin' and the griefin'
I get no room to sleep I hope it ceases cause I'm leavin'
Maybe next time you'll be a little more sure
When I can give you more when you unsure
But baby until then I gotta leave ya
It's not that I don't need ya but see ya
And I hope that you understand why I bust it
Not becuase we rushed it (hell no)
But girl don't you trust me?
[Chorus]
Not that I don't trust you
Don't you trust me?
Not that I don't trust you
Don't you trust me?
Not that I don't trust you

You a what? Bad Boy Killaz
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
Hahaha yeah nigga, fuck em' all
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
Fuck all you muthafuckers
Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands up
[Verse 1: Tupac]
Now I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers
When they scrappin'
Blast and watch em' back up
Notorious biggie killer
Affiliation with death row
Niggaz get their caps pealed back
Fool this the west coast
Fuck a misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies
Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these
Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'
Got a Mercedes for these tricks
That thought I quit
Then got a drop top jag for these bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack
I'm smokin' bud in the back
I wait for niggaz to trip
Cause bitch I love to scrap
Now mama raised me as a thug nigga
With love niggaz
I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer
I went from rocks to zines
Writing raps and movies
I went from trustin'' these tricks now they all want to sue me
So Fuck em' all
[Chorus]
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
[Verse 2: Kadafi]
Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peak
Even the baddest be gettin murdered in they seats
I'm addicted to these streets
like crack is to these creeps
Seein' visions of a prison
wake up screamin' in my sleep
Is there a heaven in this hell
a possibility of livin' well
But if they killin' me
I get my stripes and whose to tell
Choosing to sell
I'd rather die and be deceased
World mob figga addicted to these fucking streets
[Verse 3: Edi]
Now put your muthafucking hands up
If you'se a rider (ride)
Niggaz ain't killers
So they hidin'
Why?
Fuck em' all, touch em' all
That's the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the fuck out watch that bitch nigga lose it
Man I'm as strong as this game
Ya'll be knowing my name (Edi)
A young high strung thug nigga
Created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane
Gettin' fucked by the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass
So fuck em' all
[Chorus]
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
(young noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger
affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
(young noble) I do my girl all by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to
call me
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
(young noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies, so don't get
comfortable, I'm runnin' you
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
(young noble) Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya love us we
thuggin'
[Verse 4: Tupac]
I got glad bags with enemies
Cut up so they remember me
Soaked up in Hennessey
So they relatives know it's me
You can bet your last dollar
I'll dick em' and holla
Ridin' these hoochies
Like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas
Jump up and get your ass shot up
For the profit pick my glock up
I'm bustin' in self defense ya see
Poppin' nobody got em'
Holla Outlaw riders
Mash up on the gas pedal
Vacate the scene
Count the cash and stash the precious metal
Here come the coppers
The swat team and the helicopters
Them crackers is crazy
Why? Cause they'll never stop us
I watch Arnold Swarchzenegger
bust some body in the movie
Now I want to do it too
Ohh, ohh niggaz is too through
True to the game
I claim Outlaw riders
We give a fuck what they try
I'm...
[Verse 5: Young Noble]
Cause Young Noble behind it
Can you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chain
Kick back lil nigga
And watch the game
Get your mobb rocked and what-not
We keep it poppin' like a drug spot
The streets know what's hot
Trust me
[Verse 6: Napoleon]
Even my hood call me baby Malcolm X with the tek's
Shower some slugs on em'
I've got a brother don't rest
And he keep some drugs on him
Always in grind mood
Hustle to find food
Ever seen faces of death
That's what my nine do
[Verse 7: Kastro]
I keep my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
With my back against the wall
Like I'm runnin' outta time
Even rap with a gat
I must be goin' out my mind
Like I'm up against the world
This guerilla team of mine
Screamin'
Thug Life Bitch, Fuck em' all
(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
And die for em'
Even if them the last nigga left I'ma ride for em'
Feel me?
Until they kill me, that's how I'm rollin'
Fuck em' all
Let them die
That's my slogan
Fuck em' all
[Chorus]
(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
(Young Noble) I do my girl up by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to call me
(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
(Young Noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies so don't get comfortable, I'm runnin' you
(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
(Young Noble) Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya love us we thuggin'
(That's right bitch, Fuck em all) [repeat 2 times to fade]

And my niggas say
We want the FAME
C'mon c'mon
[Chorus]
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
The one thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
It's been nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
[Verse 1: Tupac]
Though we exist and breathe
Some believe currency comes to g's
Stresses half the ghetto
With success comes greed [echo]
They got me hot
When they shot me
Plotted
My revenge
To increase my ends
Enemies gettin dropped
Win or lose
Red or blue
We must all stay true
Play the game nigga
Never let the game play you
And for the fame [echo]
Niggas change fast [echo]
That's a shame [echo]
What's the game
Lost souls
Who controls our brain?
Who can I blame? [echo]
The world seems strange at times
Somewhat insane [echo]
I'm hoping we can change with time
I'm living blinded [echo]
Searching for a ?? curse
I know death follows me
But I murder him first
And worse yet
With each breathe
Steps I take
Breathless
Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?
Cigar ashes
Coaster
Crystal glasses
We mash on them jealous bastards
With a ski mask
I'm the first one to warn them
Blast it
Wrapped in plastic
Bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws)
Ain't nothing left now
Treated like a stepchild
Was not for me
Nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all)
Be rocking beats
Fake in fame
[Verse 2:]
Block run and shoot slugs
We throw them back like hardballs
Without the gloves
No love for these fake desperados
And thugs I bleed to envy
Smoke and blow out they blunts
Sipping Henney
Drunk nights
And hot days
Cocking my heat
Shooting it sideways
A wife on the run
Full of common blunts
Unconditionally married
To my gun
Fulfillin' my destiny
On knees
And ones desires
Be pulling all my cabbage
Like priors
Stuck in the trance
Searching for something higher
Fortune and fame
[Chorus]
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame (FAME)
The one thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
It's been nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
[Verse 3:]
Searching for fortune and fame
Lost in the rain
A lose of the game
With life the cost of the game
We forcing the change
Mother fuck flossing the chain [echo]
All the blame
Belongs to the part of the brain [echo]
That we never use nigga
Plus my heart is in pain [echo]
And if I ever lose homey
Bet I'm at it again [echo]
Outlaws don't die
So united we stand [echo]
And if family 'come a foe
All the fortune and fame [echo]
[Verse 4: Napoleon]
As I walk up in the crib
Laid to rest me head
Say some rhymes to angels
Hope they bless my bed
Hope they bless me the righteous way
Got a homie locked down
Outta town
I sent him a kite today
Man that hate in your heart
Your gotta cleanse it dog
Praying for my downfall
And I can sense it dog
I was passed down the street fame
Like glocks clocked
And keep aim
Was raised up with a clock box
And I ran with the local street gang
They say the light is faded
But still shine in the dark
You can easy been a man
But you is a boy in your heart
And that's some game that I got
From generation of game
In the road of life dog
We need to switch up lanes
Think about it
[Chorus]
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame (FAME)
The one thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
It's been nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
[Verse 5:]
I can't complain
I've seen my fair share of the fame
It wont change me
Now I've got this piece of change
I feel strange
I got so use to the hood
That when I finally got out
At first it ain't feel good
I was just a baby
Still retarded from slavery
When we struggle to shovel shit
Ain't nobody saved me
Ghetto ain't made me
I made myself
Poverty raised me
Thinking ain't no help
I pray for my health
My mind
And my family too
State of myself
My grind
And my family crew
Where one hand watches the other
No we ain't blood
But we still real brothers
The struggle is real
Nothing can steal
What we build
And that remains the same
'Till that day we killed
And that's real
Life that I was aimed to be
Love by my family tree
That's fame to me
How about it
[Chorus]
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
The one thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame

(feat. Mya)
[Intro: Mya]
Nooooo, nooooooo...
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Picture of perfection, the object of a nigga affection
Partners in passionate sex, a place to put my erection
Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions
Pushin permanent twistin I'm on a mission got me on the mash
Tried to dig, you was screamin when I did
Steady yellin out spots for me to hit, and aww shit
Soon as I seen her saw us playin hide the weiner
Wanna 'Freak Like Me,' fuck Adina
Up and down is the object, side to side
Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can I come inside
Say you don't feel it that's a lie, you just scared to get this
penitentiary dick, the trot caught your eye
when I walked by, I said, 'Hi'
But you was so shy, I can't lie, damn near stuttered when you walked by
You want me to lick it and even worse
Got your heart set on me goin first, and that ain't no fair exchange
[Chorus: Mya]
Only one thing that you, can do, for me
Baby you can treat me right, we can do it every night
Nothin more than a fair exchange
Hit my G-spot and make, me scream, your name
If you can get with me you won't, I got what I want and gone
Nothin more than a fair exchange
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
Open your legs
Got me watchin like it's a million, you tremble from the feelin
Look up, cause I got mirrors on the ceiling
And if you willin, then we can ride until the sun shine
And just for fun, I betchu I can make you cum sixty-one times
Close your eyes, let me heat it up
Cause when we fuck I refuse to bust a nut until I beat it up
Drop the top, time to fuck while the wind blow
Baby throw yo' legs out the window
Remember on the balcony, bend over baby bounce on me
And let me hit it where it counts and flee
Remember me? 'I Get Around,' and I'm haunted by my temptations
Sexual participation, my motivation
Even though I like the way you work it
You don't deserve it cause you walk around actin like you perfect
Took a while but I finally got it, and like a boss player
Bitch you ain't doin me no favors, fair exchange
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Now yo' attitude ain't realistic
Yeah it's true I'm gettin pussy, but baby you gettin dick!
And since you bein laced with the penetration
It's only right to show a form of appreciation
Instead of fakin like you can't hear the bed shakin
In bed naked you so twisted think yo' legs breakin
You said take it so I'm blind in my passion, how long will I last?
Doggie style steady pumpin on that ass, until I blast
And then I laugh as we lay back
See I wait 'til you asleep and that's the payback
Cause you actin like you did somethin, givin me a piece
I had you mufflin your screams in the sheets, fuckin with me
A true digger that love triggers, a thug nigga
Hustlin bitches like drug dealers
Before I say goodbye, put an end to all the games
Here's my number for another fair exchange
[Chorus - repeat 2X (w/ ad libs)]
[Mya]
Fair exchange
No one, gives me lovin (lovin)
Quite like you do (No one gives me lovin like you do)
No one, gives me lovin
Quite like you do (Nigga I knows you know you love our love)
(The things that I'ma do, to you..)

(feat. Jazze Pha)
[Intro: Jazze Pha]
Ladies and gentlemen! (And gentlemen)
This, is a Jazze Phizzile produc-shizzle (Jazze Pha, Jazze Pha)
My nizzle! (My nizzle) Ha!
Outlawz! (Outlawz) 2Pac, Makaveli!
Still breathin, yeah, woo - wooo-WHEEE!
[Verse One: 2Pac]
A picture of perfection, the object of a nigga affection
Partners in passionate sex, a place to put my erection
Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions
Pushin permanent twistin I'm on a mission got me on the mash
Tried to dig, you was screamin when I did
Steady yellin out spots for me to hit, and aww shit
Soon as I seen her saw us playin hide the weiner
Wanna 'Freak Like Me,' fuck Adina
Up and down is the object, side to side
Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can I come inside
Say you don't feel it that's a lie, you just scared to get this
penitentiary dick, the trot caught your eye
when I walked by, I said, 'Hi'
But you was so shy, I can't lie, damn near stuttered when you walked by
You want me to lick it and even worse
Got your heart set on me goin first, and that ain't no fair exchange
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
You do me
And if it's worth it baby I'll return the favor
And give it back to you
A fair exchange, on everythang
Let me tell you that's the way it's gotta be
Open your eyes baby, recognize a player
Give it up to me (give it to me give it to me)
A fair exchange, you know the game
We can do the damn thang, thang, thang
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
Open your legs
Got me watchin like it's a million, you tremble from the feelin
Look up, cause I got mirrors on the ceiling
And if you willin, then we can ride until the sun shine
And just for fun, I betchu I can make you cum sixty-one times
Close your eyes, let me heat it up
Cause when we fuck I refuse to bust a nut until I beat it up
Drop the top, time to fuck while the wind blow
Baby throw yo' legs out the window
Remember on the balcony, bend over baby bounce on me
And let me hit it where it counts and flee
Remember me? 'I Get Around,' and I'm haunted by my temptations
Sexual participation, my motivation
Even though I like the way you work it
You don't deserve it cause you walk around actin like you perfect
Took a while but I finally got it, and like a boss player
Bitch you ain't doin me no favors, fair exchange
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Now yo' attitude ain't realistic
Yeah it's true I'm gettin pussy, but baby you gettin dick!
And since you bein laced with the penetration
It's only right to show a form of appreciation
Instead of fakin like you can't hear the bed shakin
In bed naked you so twisted think yo' legs breakin
You said take it so I'm blind in my passion, how long will I last?
Doggie style steady pumpin on that ass, until I blast
And then I laugh as we lay back
See I wait 'til you asleep and that's the payback
Cause you actin like you did somethin, givin me a piece
I had you mufflin your screams in the sheets, fuckin with me
A true digger that love triggers, a thug nigga
Hustlin bitches like drug dealers
Before I say goodbye, put an end to all the games
Here's my number for another fair exchange
[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Featuring Live Squad, Treach, Apache]
[Yeah hehehahaha, we goin platinum nigga! Plaahahatinum.]
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this motherfucker
My nigga Apache up in this motherfucker
Verse One: Tupac
My Mossberg goes boom, gimme room, can I catch it
Talkin quick and then I vic just tryin to keep from gettin blasted
I had enough I put a hit upon them bastards
Boo-yaa! Turned a snitch into a casket
Now they after me, prowling for a niggaz bucks
Time to see, who's the G, with the bigger nuts
Buck buck, big up and livin reckless
Niggaz with a death wish step in with a Tec and I'll wet this
Yeah this shit is hyper
Two to one I'm writing representing and I'm striking like a viper
Huh, I got my mind made up, I got my nine
Ring the alarm, and strong arm must run
Some niggaz need to feel me with a passion
I'm old fashioned, run up on me nigga and get blasted
With five deadly venomz
(Yeah 'Pac, fuck that, still hittin em up with
that old deadly shit. Aiyyo Treach where you at?
Step up and hit they ass up with the wickedness.)
Verse Two: Treach
We come to hit you with a sock full of Brooklyn
to the Onyx of your nose, punk is funky like skunk blunts
Stunk like funk cunt
I come to take you on a war rough and rugged route
And if another doubts I blow your fuckin mother out
And that's the street scarred style
I shout I'm-de-MC-wit-de-nasty-mouf, and kick the bitch out
Sue me? I pay the lawyer for ya oh boy yeah
Plus my style's ten to twenty fuckin pounds more
I take you quicker than a picture of a punk ya pickin shit
pickin pockets with a razor stoppin Russian rockets
Not shoplift, I'm liftin shop
Once you sound hot, cause if you ain't a perfect ten
my sign is stop!
It's twenty mother-crooked-fuckin styles in em
Like women I did em I'm in for deadly ready venom
Verse Three: Live Squad
Yeah, as I take a puff I get rough, Big Mad
To put it on, can't none come tougher see
I'm down with the sound of the Squad hard, boom!
Breakin em down, I make em see their doom
Coming straight from the dome where I roam it's a job to
rob and steal and runnin from the coppers
Who hold a, boulder, turn the gun controller
Started from a punk now to be a high roller
Youngest, reckless, crazy, disaster
Mac-11 blaster, and I run faster
Than a lot of cops I can't be stopped till my head gets popped
A lot of fuckin bodies will drop
It's a disaster, I'm coming for the blood splatter
I make you scatter, leavin trails of brains and bladders
Blowin em out the frame with no shame
Game tight, drop a body then get out of sight
Count my loot after I shoot, leave my kicks up and it's
something I don't wanna do, somethin that I never did
I try to get him, I think I hit em, I lit him
He's out! A poison, a deadly venom
(Yeah Mad, fuck that! You know how we do.
KnowhatI'msayin? Squad in effect, YG'z in effect.
Now you know a nigga like me gotta represent)
Verse Four: Live Squad
Once again, back to rip shit, quick on the flip tip
The psycho, represent the real to take the mic flow
Deadly, rock a head G, check the melody
Niggaz can't touch me when I wreckin G you better flee
Cause I'm gifted with a jab and a forty-four Mag
So nigga flip or take a trip in a body bag
Uhh, boom you slipped up, now you're zipped up
Yeah one more statistic, fronted and got ripped up
No joke, you be yolk, no matter how it sound
We're taking over eight niggaz back to the stomping grounds
Line em up single file, dome runnin in em
A nigga hit em with the venom, the fourth deadly venom
(Nigga, yaknowhatI'msayin? Fuck that!
I told you, we takin over, yo 'Pac.)
Verse Five: 2Pac
Five deadly venomz verse five be the livest
Strugglin and strive, keep a nine in my waistline
Take mine, you better bury me, G
Punk ass niggaz don't even worry me, see
I got a glock that say 'Pac run the block
Fuck the cops cause my gauge gets me... PAID
As I sit and reminesce about the old days
Hugging on my AK, fuck getting played, hey
I say niggaz need to get they mind right
Until they do I pop a clip and grip my nine tight
Now it's on everday could be my last day
That's why I blast on they ass as I past let the glass spray
First you had a mouth full of fronts
Now you're mouth's full of chunks, Pac's out puffin blunts
Deadly venomz
(Hahaha, yeah pass that shit over here.
Apache bout to clean shit up.)
Verse Six: Apache
Throw up your middle finger! Start the track for the maniac
Only thing I'm givin out is black donuts and dirty backs
Let me tell how you rough I get
I pop shit behind your back get in your face and pop the same shit
You can't get in because my gate's bigger I'ma snake nigga
My act guards me so hard I pull the fuckin trigger
I'm a section to clinch your porch is like a pinch
Test a rhyme I'll knock your hairline back an inch
Fuckin up pooh-butts, cut em like cold cuts
Choke em with my boot lace, then leave em hangin like old nuts
Clip up and move out, time to get em
That's the results of fuckin with the fifth venom in denim
(Yeah, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Five motherfuckin deadly venomz, in effect for ninety-three
ninety-four ninety-five all that other shit.
We takin this motherfucker over this larger hit.
YaknowhatI'msayin? Follow us, come along. YaknowhatI'msayin?
We takin this motherfucker over. TRUST. We out.)

Hahaha
Oh yeah
My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (never)
Hahaha
Yeah
Huh
My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down
Ugh
Yeah
My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (hey)
(Westside, westside)
Part two of the war
Bring it, lets do it
Huhuhuh
[Verse 1: Tupac]
Cross this nigga here
Now Biggie tell me who do you fear?
Ain't a living soul breathing shall pump no fear here
My last four flashed then I mashed his ass, bastard
Fuck with me bet I blast your ass
So many follow but can't reach me
Caught in a maze
Catch em, mimicking my style trying to walk this way
Impossible my posse dropping you, we Death Row riders
No need to beg motherfucker ain't no mercy inside us
Feeling blessed, the richer I get the more I stress
Smoking lye watching time fly, waiting for death
Dear God I been feeling like I'm close to Jesus
Paranoid with my pistols close, smoking trees
Keep my eyes on my foes, those close to me
Watching niggas catch strays, shake, choke and bleed
Me, a mercenary for the streets
Check my pedigree
Busting motherfuckers it's the thug in me
Now niggas talk a lotta Bad Boy shit then get to squealing
Bitch made catching feeling
Hahaha
[Chorus] X2
Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feelings
[Verse 2: Napolean]
Yeah, Napolean.
Picture me sipping on 1-5-1
Drunk then a motherfucker
Dropping my gun
Or as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun
But that ain't me
Dog my minds now clear
And that ain't fair dog
Your heart pump fear
In the state I *censored*
You better hide nigga *censored* is near
And you know just as well I do
You ain't no killer
So kill that
You wouldn't kill if you had to
We might wobble but we don't fall down
We take the gospel from Makaveli
Pass it around
Ahhhh, shit
We gonna taste the power
We started the thug trend
The game is ours
Now we coast together
Put our thoughts together
Won't question will we die together
Cause the hour is soon to come
Kadafi trained soldier
I show you how to use your gun
Bring it
[Chorus] x2
Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feelings
[Verse 3]
We Yelling
M - A - D - E
N - I - Double G
A
Motherfuckers
And we here to stay
From curb surfing
We working the industry
You kidding me
It's really nothing to me and my king
You see
We in the big things
Eat a dick man
If your hating
We gone ride
'Till the wheels fall off
Pay attention
Screaming
Bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound (ugh)
Ride or die niggas
And we hunting you down
Representing all the real niggas stuck in the trap
Banging out with the po po
Trying to get to some mo'
Street life
Young strugglers
Racing the clock
Ain't no telling when it all can end
Roll or rock
That's the world
With feelings
This a mans world youngin'
The bitches in business
So learn a 'lil something
Hey
Stop running your mouth
You're on the verge of squealing
Bitch made catching feelings
Nigga
Ugh
[Chorus] *2
Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feelings
[Verse 4]
Everybody's a gangsta
But don't put in work
Instead of putting on the armor
Niggas put on a skirt
These drugs ain't helping
It only making it worse
And the streets ain't got nothing for me but herbs
I can't trust the church or the mobs
I can only trust God
And to tell you the truth I gotta ride
I only roll with the real
Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed
[Chorus] x3
Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feelings

Tupac Shakur: And 2morrow
Sung By: Shock G
Today is filled with anger
Field with hidden hate (fueled with hidden hate)
Scared of being an outcast (scared of being an outcast)
Afraid of common fate (afraid of common fait)
Today is built on tragedies (today is built on tragedies)
Which no one wants to face (which no one wants to face + 2)
Nightmares to humanity (Nightmares to humanity)
And morally disgrace (And morally disgrace)
But tomorrow I c change
A chance to build anew
Tomorrow I c change
A chance to build anew
Today is filled with rage
Violence in the air
Children bred with ruthlessness
Because no one at home cares
Today I lay my head down (today I lay my head down)
But the pressure never stops (never stops)
Gnawing at my sanity (gnawing at my sanity)
Content when I am dropped (content when I am dropped)
But tomorrow I c change
Tomorrow I c change
But tomorrow (tomorrow I c change, a chance to build anew, built on spirit, An idea that's based on truth)
And tomorrow (I'll be strong, because of my pride, I fought with all my heart, to keep my dreams alive)
And tomorrow (Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy)
Tomorrow
Tomorrow (Eyyyy Tomorowwwwwwwww) (Tomorowwwwww)

[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

Yeah.. ballad of a dead soldier
This is the ballad of a dead soldier
This is the ballad of a dead soldier
Come play the ballad of a dead soldier..
[2Pac]
The plan, to take command of the whole family
Though underhanded, to be the man it was planned
All my road dawgs, official mob niggaz love to act up
The first to bomb we rob niggaz
I can be, lost in my own mind
To be the boss only thought's grip on chrome nines
Niggaz get tossed up, war scars, battlefield memories
Swore I saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennesey
Talkin to a nigga on a tight leash
Screamin 'Fuck the police,' as I ride through the night streets
Lil' child runnin wild, toward his danger
What's the cause don't be alarmed death to all strangers
Maybe I'm a madman
A pistol grabbin nigga unleash the Sandman
Promisin merciless retaliation, nothin is colder
Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier
[Chorus: singing + 2Pac]
Thug for Life I will be..
(this is the ballad of a dead soldier)
A life of crime I will lead..
(close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier)
If you play the game, you play to win..
(this is the ballad of a dead soldier)
It's a crazy world full of sin..
(close your eyes)
[2Pac]
Completely lost, revenge at all costs
Payback's a bitch, switch now the trick's crossed
Tossed up and never to be heard of
A single witness screamin bloody murder, murder
Blast tell me homey what you see now?
A blind man and a dead body, I'm read' to leave town
And get my cash though, hook up with Kastro
Homey had to blast on the task force
Stupid coppers tried to play us out, never that
They took my money and my stash, time to get 'em back (heh heh)
Upon 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 (eh eh)
The situation's critical
Nothin is colder - than hear the ballad of a dead soldier
[Chorus]
[last line:] 'close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier'
[2Pac]
Be a coward, put yo' hands to the moon
When my glocks rang out, the niggaz came out BOOM
Who wanna see me in the challenge?
So merciless I'm terrifyin niggaz in my ballads, do you feel me?
Capo or Capi-tan, one day I'll be the Don
Until then, remain strong
My only fear of death is reincarnation
Bustin at my adversaries like a mental patient
To all my niggaz facin sixty years, sheddin tattooed tears
Another suicidal on the peer
Takin private planes, tryin to survive the game
For all my homies that'll never be alive again
All he promised us is death nigga
Take a breath come be the last one left nigga, it's real now
Villain to fantasize, ain't nothin colder
Listen you can hear it - the ballad of a dead soldier
[Chorus]
[last line:] 'close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier'
[2Pac]
This go out to Cato, Mental
All the niggaz that passed away
To Geronimo.. (?).. all the down ass riders
All the niggaz that put it down, all the soldiers
All the niggaz that go through that day to day struggled
This is the ballad of a dead soldier!
All the niggaz that passed on
All the niggaz with ambition and money in they heart
All the niggaz that want some and that don't take none
Hahaha.. it's the ballad of a dead soldier!
The police are so scared of us
All the feds they aware of us
They wanna see us dead
They got pictures of a nigga head, ballad of a dead soldier!
Tryin to see me in chains, shit
Them niggaz'll never breathe again
Before they put me in a cell they'll see me in hell
Cause it's the ballad of a dead soldier!
Got my pistols cocked
Run the whole motherfuckin block, fuck the cops!
The police? We run these streets nigga
Ain't heard the ballad of a dead soldier!
These niggaz can't see me, half the world wanna be me
Multi-millionaire; shit, it ain't fair
But nigga, you know - it's the ballad of a dead soldier!

(feat. Outlawz)
[hellicopter propeller turning]
[Kastro & Napoleon]
We goin all out (aiiiite)
We goin all out (aiiiite)
We goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz
(That's right, fuck these fag niggaz)
Do it, do it, do it
[2Pac]
Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah
Outlaw 'til it's over, brand as my strap
Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man
Whenever sober, on a one man mission
My ambition to hold up the rap game
While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts
And still down to die for all my souljas
Like hillbillies, they don't fear me
So refuse 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 frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me
While bitches wonderin who shot me
No love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi
Murder my friends, build a new posse
We takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin caps to Jay-Z
(buck buck buck buck buck buck)
And still avoid capture, while y'all caught up in the rapture
Still after me, I'm in Jamacia sippin daquiris, no doubt
We used to havin nothin, then grabbin somethin and bustin
Wanted to be the thug-nigga, that my old man wasn't
I came to a field, catchin cases, litigation
Niggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 states
I'm screamin DEATH ROW, throw my 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 peel with this live spot
Father, how the hell did I survive, these five shots
Live it up, of give it up, and my demons
Late night, hear them screamin; we goin all out!
[Chorus: EDI]
We goin all out, bomb first till they fall out
Take them the war route, without a doubt
Ball, 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
Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try'na see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out
[Napoleon]
I'm on my land sled, walkin through the belly of the beats
Feelin like I'm all out, drunk as can be
It's plain to see, that we mobb niggaz hidin' in bushes
Claimin that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion
They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in blood
Outlawz my blood brothers, I'd die for these thuggs
Say hi to this slug, it's a shame how some niggaz on the west coast
was ridin with Pac, but when he died, they went pop
I'm on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast love
But after Pac stopped rappin, it ain't no west coast thug
Just westcoast what To my real niggaz stuck in the street game
Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin Kool-Aid through they veins
Is it true what I'm sayin Slap your soft ass to the floor
And watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door
I ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be bitin this
It's all from my heart when I was writin this
All out
[chorus]
[Kastro]
Now, we all ride, and down to die who wit us
Speak up, or get treated like you comin to kill us
Ain't nothin but squealers, in this rap game, swearin they rough
Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin they Pac
Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain't forgot bout cha
These glocks hot, and when shot, it'll bring the bitch up out cha
It's me, Kastro with the goattee
Walkin' like a OG, cause all these fag motherfuckers owe me
I pray to the thug lord, like that motherfuckers holy
Frontline soulja, till the heavens call me
I go all out, and if you real, you real
Feel what I'm talkin' bout, cause this game is ill
I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, 'till they feel it
Livin' proof, Pac breed niggaz, they can't deal wit'
Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouth
Or get blood in it, WHAT, we goin' all out
Nigga
[chorus - 2X]
fool, you better go all out
keep goin' all out
all my niggaz goin' all out
without a muthafuckin' doubt
[EDI talking]
Ey, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhh
talkin and slippin on all of these motherfuckin records
and we ain't gon say shit, now it's 1999
It's a different grind, don't disrespect the Don
It's still war motherfuckers
So let's see you act like you know

[Chorus]
From tha Cradle to the Grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.
From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.
June 16, 1971
Mama gave birth
to a hell raisin' heavanly son.
See the doctor tried to smack me
but I smacked him back,
My first words were 'thug for life'
and 'Papa pass the Mac.'
I'm bustin' on these motha fuckas ballin'
Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin'.
From out the window of my drop top
I got my glock cocked
bustin' at niggas
when will it stop ?
Now tell me are you scared of the dark?
Can't close my eyes I see visions
And even with this thug livin'
will I escape in prison ?
Penitentiary chances was an all day thang
The only way to advance
and if you slang
Then you'd better have your nikes on
Cause when we fight
it's in the middle of the night with no lights on.
Hey!!
There must be a God cause I feel lucky,
Paranoid out my mind
this motha fucka's tryin' to rush me.
Am I goin' to jail?
Look at me bailin'
Commin' out the court house
all about mail and bank
Never die
be a hustler mothafuckas
And makin' thugs out you suckas.
From the cradle to the grave.
[Chorus]
From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto. easy
From the cardle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.
From the cradle to the grave
since a little bitty child
I've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild.
Pop pop!
just like the part that's in my walk with street talk
I'm runnin' up the block in the dark with less spark.
Survalience on a nigga every day,
Waitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away.
Now Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet.
So now a young niggas bein' raised by the streets.
And then the on other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs
a striaght thug.
Just me, my mama out here on our own
So I got two gatts
one black and one of chrome.
Now I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine!
It's all the fuck I got
so stop and walk a thin line.
Young niggas be brave
and keep on thuggin' from the cradle to the grave,
From the cradle to the grave.
[Chorus]
From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.
From the cradle to the grave, I'm glad to say
I made it this far.
Many G's died hard
and all they got was their name here up on a wall.
It's sad thinkin' about the times
Life goes on, I'm steady lost in this land...
as the warzone I got no home
don't have no friends neither.
It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina.
I keeps her wherever I go,
I love my ho.
Never leave home with out my sugar.
I'm hafta plug a nigga.
Mama told me not to trust no punks,
And kick his ass if he lay a hand on me.
Since then I been known.
Sometimes I think my own self stupid
Cause I stay shootin' at marks,
Get twisted up in police reports.
Since the cradle, I've been ungreatful.
My first toy was a gun
I got sprung and learn to love weapons.
But now I'm through with money
and through with street fame.
Somebody peeled my cap and put me in my grave.
[Chorus]
From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.
From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.
March 18th
a rainy day my mama gave birth
To a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth.
From day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb.
Daddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum.
I tried to cope loc
but my family's broke
And my pocket's short
so now I gotta sling dope.
In a game filled with pain it's a fuckin' shame,
The white man got a motha fucka slingin' cane.
So now it's on from dusk to dawn I get my serve on.
Always in the spot with my glock slingin' rocks at the rocks.
Shit don't stop I'm steady dodgin' cops.
I never flip flop
hear my glock cock
thug till I drop.
And if I hit the pen I gotta do my time
Sittin' on my bunk reminiscing about the good times.
It's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doing dirt,
But from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work.
[Chorus]
From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.
From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easyy
Living in the ghetto.
Time's movin' fast
will I last another day?
So I pray and I lay with my A-K.
Did I sell my soul as a young kid?
All the things I did
Wishin' someone held me
but they never did.
I can't take it
will I make it to my older age?
Before I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage.
Lord help me, guide me, save me!
Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me
crazy.
Do or die. Nigga pull the trigger don't give a fuck.
You'd rather be in jail than get your ass bucked.
Nobody cares, it's me against the world.
Keepin' murder on my mind and my tech-9.
I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die?
I get high
then my mission is a walk-by.
You'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm commin'.
Start runnin' yellin' 'evil mind' as I'm gunnin'.
One in the chamber for the anger that I build inside,
For the mothers that cried, for my homies that died.
The begining is an ending, am I just a slave?
So I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave.
[Chorus til fade]

(feat. Eric Williams)
Turn it up loud
Hahaha, ahahaha, hey man
You a little sucker for love, right?
Word up, hahahahaha
I shoulda seen
you was trouble right from the starrrrt, taught me so many lessons
How not to mess with broken hearts, so many questions
When this began we was the perfect match, perhaps
we had some problems but we workin at it, and now
the arguments are gettin loud, I wanna say
But I can't help from walkin out just a little way
Just take my hand and understand, if you could see
I never planned to be a man it just wasn't me
But now I'm searchin for commitment, in other arms
I wanna shelter you from harm, don't be alarmed
Your attitude was the cause, you got me stressin
Soon as I open up the door with your jealous questions
Like where can I be you're killin me with your jealousy
Now my ambition's to be free
I can't breathe, cause soon as I leave, it's like a trap
I hear you callin me to come back, I'm a sucka for love
that's right, sucka for love
[Chorus: Eric Williams]
What you won't do, do for love
You tried everything, but you don't give up
[repeat 2X]
Just when I thought I broke away and I'm fellin happy
You try to trap me say you pregnant and guess who the daddy
Don't wanna fall for it, but in this case what could I do? So now I'm back
to makin promises to you, tryin to keep it true
What if I'm wrong, a trick to keep me on and on
Tryin to be strong and in the process, keep you goin
I'm bout to lose my composure, I'm gettin close
To packin up and leavin notes, and gettin ghost
Tell me who knows, a peaceful place where I can go
To clear my head I'm feelin low, losin control
My heart is sayin leave, oh what a tangle web we weave
when we conspire to conceive, and now
You gettin calls at the house, guess you cheatin
That's all I need to hear cause I'm leavin, I'm out the do'
Never no more will you see me, this is the end
Cause now I know you've been cheatin, I'm a sucka for love
damn, sucka for love... sucka for love
sucka for love
[Chorus]
Now he left you with scars, tears on your pillow and you still stay
As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away
It wasn't always a hit and run relationship
It use to be love, happieness and companionship
Remember when I treated you good
I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood
Me and you a happy home, when it was on
I had a love to call my own
I shoulda seen you was trouble but I was lost, trapped in your eyes
Preoccupied with gettin tossed, no need to lie
You had a man and I knew it, you told me
Don't worry bout it we can do it now I'm under pressure
Make a decision cause I'm waitin, when I'm alone
I'm on the phone havin secret conversations, huh
I wanna take your misery, replace it with happiness
but I need your faith in me, I'm a sucka for love
sucka for love, know you ain't right G but yet I'ma sucka for love
[Chorus]
I'ma sucka for love, sucka for love
Sucka for love
[Chorus]
[Chorus]

(I won't deny it
i'm a straight ridah
you don't wanna fuck with me
got tha police bustin' at me
but they can't do nothin' to a 'G')
(Let's get ready to ruuumbllle)
My Ambitionz az a Ridah
My Ambitionz az a Ridah
So many battlefield scars
while drivin' in plush cars
cause life as a rap star
is nothin' without God
was born ruff and rugged
addresen' tha mad public
My attitude was 'fuck it'
cause muthafuckers love it
to be a soulja
must maintain compose at ease
tho' life is complicated
only what you make it to be
and my ambitionz az a Ridah
catch her while she's hot and horny
go up inside her
then I spit some game in her ear
go to the tele ho
you put what money in a benz
cause bitch i'm barely broke
i'm smoking bomb ass weed feeling crucial
from playa to playa
the game's tight
tha feelings mutual
from hustlen' them friends
to breakin' mothafuckers to payin'
I got no time for these bitches
cause these hoes tried to play us
I'm on a meal ticket
mission
wantin' me
so i'm wishin'
comepetition got me rich
on that bullshit they stressin'
(Booyah!)
I'ma ride tho'
clown ho's like it's manditory
no guts no glory
my nigga
bitch got tha game started
now it's on and it's on because I said so
couldn't trust a bitch in the business
so I got with Death Row
Now these money hungry bitches gettin' suspicious
started ploten and planin' on schemes
to come and twist us
but thug niggas be on point and game tight (yeah)
Me, Syke and bulldogs
rapped up tha same night
got problems
then handle it
Muthafuckers see me
these niggas is jelous
cause deep in they hearts
they wanna be me
yeah, now ya got me right beside ya
hopein' ya listenin'
I catch ya payin' attention
to my Ambitionz az a Ridah
(I'm a straight ridah, you don't wanna fuck with me)
My Ambitionz az a Ridah
(Got tha police bustin' on me, but they can't do nuthin' to a 'G')
It was my only wish to rise
above these jelous, coward, muthafuckers I despise
When it's time to ride
I was tha first off this side
give me tha nine
i'm ready to die right here tonight
and muthafuck they life
that's what they screaming
as they drill me
but i'm hard to kill
so open fire
so you kill me
witness my steel
spittin' at adversaries
envious and after me
i'd rather die before they catch me
watch me bleed
mama corrected me
i'm suicidal
thinkin' thoughts
i'm innocent
their be bullets flyin' when in court
fuck doin' jail time
better day
sacrifice
won't get a chance to do me
like they did my nigga Tys.
thugin' for life
and if your right
then nigga die for it
let them other brothas try
at least you tried for it
when it's time to die
be a man
pick tha way to leave
fuck peace and tha police
My Ambitionz az a Ridah
(I'm a straight ridah, you don't wanna fuck with me)
My Ambitionz az a Ridah
(Got tha police bustin' at me, but they can't do nuthin' to a 'G')
My murderous lyrics
Equipped with spirits of those thugs
them phonies
payoff tha block
evade tha cops
cause I know they comin' for me
I been hesitant to reappear
been away for years
now i'm back
my adversaries been reduced to tears
question my methods
just wreckin' these
sure as them bitches bleed
niggas is feelin' the fire
of mother's corrupted seed
blast me
but they didn't finish
didn't diminish
my powers
so now i'm back to be a mothafuckin menace
they cowards
that's why they tried to set me up
had bitch ass niggas on my team
so indeed
they wet me up
but i'm back reincarnated
incarcerated
at tha time I caught tha perfect way to God
made laced with lyrics that's legendary
musical mercenary
for money
I'll have these muthafuckers buried
getten' much mail in jail
niggas tellin' me to kill it
knowin' when I get out
they gonna feel it
witness the realest
A who Ridah
when I put the shit inside
they'll cry
from all your people when they find him
just remind him
my history will prove up in it
revenge on those niggas that played me
and all tha cowards that was down with it
now it's your nigga right beside ya
hopein' your listen and catch ya payin' attention
to my Ambitionz az a Ridah
(I'm a straight ridah, you don't wanna fuck with me)
My Ambitionz az a Ridah
(Got tha police bustin' at me, but they can't do nuthin' to a 'G')
(I wont deny it
I'm a straight Ridah, you don't wanna fuck with me
Got tha police bustin' at me, but they can't do nuthin' to a 'G')
(I wont deny it
I'm a straight ridah, you don't wanna fuck with me

(Tupac Talking)
Big Syke, Snoop, Payne, Bogard, Big Serv
Y'all know how this shit go (you know)
All Eyez On Me
Muthafucka, Legit
Roll up in the club and shit
All Eyez On Me
All Eyez On Me
But you know what
(Tupac)
I bet you got it twisted
you don't know who to trust
So many playa hating niggas trying to sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they know it
Straight to the depths of hell is were those cowards goin'
Well are you still down nigga, Holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry, but they finally freed me
I got a cariban of niggas, every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hitting mutha-fuckas up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die Live the life of a Boss playa, cuz even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my eyez
Cuz all I want is cash and thangs,
a five double 0 Benz and flaunting flashy rings Uhh
Bitches pursue me like a dream,
been know to disappear before your eyez, just like a dope fiend, it seems
My main thang was to be major paid
The game sharper than a mutha-fuckin razor blade
Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
One niggas getting jealous, and muthafuckas died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They my homies for a second, but these punks won't get me
We got four niggas, and low riders, and ski masks
screaming Thug Life every time they pass
All Eyez on Me
Chorus -- Tupac
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
(Syke talking)
Heeyyy, to my nigga Pac
(Syke)
So much trouble in the world, nigga
can't nobody feel your pain
The world changing everyday
times moving faaast
My girl said I need to raise up, how long will she last
I'm caught between my women, and my pistol, and my chips
Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as we dip
I'm lost in the land, with no plan, living life flawless
Crime Boss, contraband, let me toss this
Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
I'm taking off on the curb
The nervousless neglect make me pack a tek
Devoted to serving this, Moet and paaayyy checks
Like a kite sailin' nigga I'm forever Ballin'
And they like parasites, triggas and fleas crawlin'
Sucka duck and gat bustin, no emotion
nine and four shit is handling my business nigga keep on coastin'
where yah goin' I been there came back as lonely homie
steady flaunting against the grain nigga still don't know me
It's about the money, and the rap shit, this crap shit
It ain't funny niggas don't even know how to act shit
what can I do, what can I say, is there another way
Blunts and Gin twenty-four parlay
My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free
niggas can't stand me
All Eyez on Me
Chorus -- Tupac
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
(Tupac)
The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me
will I survive, will I die, come on lets picture the possibilities
Giving me charges, lawyers making a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong and thats why I blaze shit
Was hyper as a kid, alone, as a teenager, on the mobile
calling big shots on the scene major
Packing hundreds in my drawers, Fuck the law
Bitches I fuck with a passion, livin' rough and raw
Catchin' cases at a fast rate, balllin' in the fast lane
Hustle 'til the morning, never stopped until the cash came
I live my life as a Thug nigga
untill the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa
cuz we be getting high
These niggas got me tossin' shit
I put the top down now its time to floss my shit
Keep your head up nigga, make these muthafuckas suffer
Up in the Benz burning rubber
The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped
Cuz the criminal lifestyle equipped with the bulletproof vest
Make sure your eyes is on the Meal ticket
Get your money muthafucka Lets get rich and we'll kick it
All eyez on Me
Chorus -- Tupac
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
All eyez on me
(Tupac talking)
Pay attention my niggas
see how that shit go
gonna walk up in this muthafucka
and its gonna be like bing
Cowards
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (Bitches)
cuz we be getting high
Every mutha fuckin' way
I got a bustas, hoes, and police watching a nigga
You know
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
All Eyez on me
Its like, what they think I'm walking around with some keys in my pocket
or something
All Eyez on me
They think I'm going back to jail
they really on that dope
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all watching)
(I know y'all got me in the scopes)
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all know this is Thug Life Baabbby)
We be getting high
(Y'all got me under surveillance)
All eyez on Me
But I'm known

[Child:] Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?
[Mother:] I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker
He's just stand by the goddamn window
with that fuckin' AK all day
You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't,
you don't do a goddamn thing
I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive
In the city where the skinny niggas die
If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry
I expect retaliation in a hurry
I see death around the- corner, anyday
Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway
Strugglin and strivin, my destiny's to die
Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes
In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy
Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me
I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help me
Got me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain't healthy
Am I paranoid? - Tell me the truth
I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot
Ran out of endo and my mind can't take the stress,
I'm out of breath
Make me wanna kill my damn self,
but I see death around the corner
[Chorus]
(When we were kids, belonging felt good)
I see death around the corner
(But having respect, that feels even better)
I see death around the corner
(When we were kids, belonging felt good)
I see death around the corner
(But having respect, that feels even better)
I see death around the corner,
the pressure's getting to me
I no longer trust my homies,
them phonies tried to do me
Smoking too much weed,
got me paranoid, stressed
Pack a gat and my vest,
under my clothes when I dress
Here's hopin I die the way I lived,
straight thuggin'
Huggin' my trigger for all them niggas
who was buggin'
My homie told me once,
don't you trust them other suckers
They fought like they your homies
but they phony motherfuckers
And even if I did die young, who cares
All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares
I got homies in my head
who done passed away screamin, please
Young nigga, make Gs
I can't give up, although I'm hopeless,
I think my mind's gone
All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner
[Chorus]
I was raised in the city, shitty
Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty
Drinkin' liquor out my momma's titty
And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household,
And drinking liquor til' you out cold
And tho' i'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow
Bustin on them niggas til they gone
How many more jealous ass bitches, comin for my riches
Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone
Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless,
them bitches will start shit
Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch
No more game for free, please explain to me
Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see?
Murderin' now but see me later man, as for my pops
I got homies that will hunt you til you drop
I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G
And gettin high was a way of gettin free
I see death around the corner
[Chorus]
This is for all the real mothafuckin niggas out there
I know you ain't scared to die
We all gotta go, ya know ?
A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes
And make sure he handles his motherfuckin business
Y'all niggas stop acting like pussies out there,
all right
[Movie bites]
I'm tired off getting ripped off by guys like that
I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground
I want to got there in the middle of the night,
I wanna piss on his head
I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground
I want to got there in the middle of the night,
I wanna piss on his head
I want that sonova bitch dead, I want him dead
I want him dead, I don't care

You are appreciated
[Verse One: 2Pac]
When I was young me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool
with the big boys, breakin all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama
When things went wrong we'd blame mama
I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary?
Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day
And runnin from the police, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, mama
You always was a black queen, mama
I finally understand
for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
[Chorus: Reggie Green 'Sweet Franklin' w/ 2Pac]
Lady...
Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
Dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don't cha know we love ya?
[second and third chorus, 'And dear mama' instead of 'Dear mama']
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there
He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger
wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along
I was lookin for a father he was gone
I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really hangin
I needed money of my own so I started slangin
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good puttin money in your mailbox
I love payin rent when the rent's due
I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
Cause when I was low you was there for me
And never left me alone because you cared for me
And I could see you comin home after work late
You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate
Ya just workin with the scraps you was given
And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin
But now the road got rough, you're alone
You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I may act craazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day
Everything will be alright if ya hold on
It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
[Chorus]
Sweet lady
And dear mama
Dear mama
Lady [3X]

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 & 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 the crack to the kids who the hell cares
one less hungry 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-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh
[Bridge 'til fade]

(feat. Stretch (Live Squad))
'Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like' - [Ice Cube]
[machine gun fires] 'Got him!' - [Dr. Dre]
[2Pac]
A smokin ass nigga robbed me blind
I got a tech nine now his smokin ass is mine
I guess I felt sorry for the bastard, he was broke
I didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close
He caught me on the sneak tip, now the punk's in deep shit
Catch him on the streets, I'ma bring him to his feet, quick
Pass the clip, I think I see him comin now
Fuck the bullshit, posse deep and let's run him down
Gots to be the first one to hit ya when we meet
Comin quickly up the streets, is the punk ass police
The first one jumped out and said, 'Freeze!'
I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..
Cause cops should mind they business, when we rush
Now you're pleadin like a bitch, cause you don't know how to.. hush..
Now back to the smoker that robbed me
I tell you like Latifah, motherfucker give me.. body..
One to the chest, another to his fuckin dome
Now the shit can rest, yo tell him to leave me the fuck alone
Two very bloody bodies on the streets
A nosey ass cop and a nigga that robbed from me
Run from your backup punk, how you figure?
My finger's on the trigger for you crooked ass niggaz
[Pac]
Crooked ass niggaz
[Eazy]
Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour
[Cube]
Suddenly I see..
[Eazy]
Cri-cri-criminal
[Stretch]
Now listen to the mack of the crooked nigga trade
With the fine criminal mind, cold rips like a blade
It's already quick steppin to the niggaz with the props
and any motherfucker with the flim-flam drops to the knot
Ten o'clock, is a motherfuckin gank move
Stretch is Uptown, clockin weight the shit is real smooth
A nigga's tryin to play me like he know me but he don't
Sittin on ten keys, I'ma get him, think I won't?
My nigga 2Pac, got the fuckin Glock cocked, and he's ready
When the kid, didn't even bring the weight bag, instead he
welcomed us, into his apartment
Oh this even better, two to the head, he's dead a clean get-a-WAY!
Niggaz got PAID!
And yet another sleepin ass nigga got slayed, word up
By a crooked motherfucker named Stretch
And the T-U-P-A-C, the police can't catch..
[Pac]
The crooked ass niggaz
[Eazy]
Criminal behaviour..
[Pac]
Yeah.. ya don't stop!
Crooked ass niggaz
[Eazy]
Criminal.. criminal behaviour
[Cube]
Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like
[2Pac]
Now I could be a crooked nigga too
When I'm rollin with my crew, watch what crooked niggaz, do!
I got a nine millimeter Glock pistol
I'm ready to get witcha at the drop, of a whistle
So make your move, and act like you wanna flip
I fire thirteen shots, and pop another clip
I bring luck, my Glock's like a fuckin mop
The more I shot, the more motherfuckers dropped
And even cops got shot when they rolled up
Best to bring a knot, or get popped, I'm a soldier
I ain't the type to fetch ya, ask Stretch, he's my witness
Smoke til I'm blitzed, fuck a motherfuckin piss test
I'm trigger happy, try to 'tack me and I'll drop you quick
Long as I got a clip I got some shit to hit em with
The nigga killer I get iller when the shit gets thick
My brain flips, I start thinkin like a lunatic
I rip shit, came equipped with a bigger crew
I thought these niggaz knew, I'm a crooked nigga too
[Eazy]
Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour
[2Pac]
Crooked
[2Pac]
Crooked ass niggaz come in all shapes and sizes
They wear disguises, backstabbin's what they specialize in
They'll try to getcha, they'll sweatcha to get in the picture
And then they hitcha, son of a bitch! Now he's richer
Crooked ass nigga..
[Eazy]
Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour
[Cube]
Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like
[Eazy]
Criminal behaviour
Criminal, criminal, crim
Crim-criminal behaviour
Criminal behaviour, criminal behaviour..
[machine gun fires]
'Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like' - [Ice Cube]
[machine gun fires]
'Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like' - [Ice Cube]
[machine gun fires]
'Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like' - [Ice Cube]
[Eazy]
Criminal behaviour
Criminal, criminal, crim
Crim-criminal behaviour
Criminal beha.. crima-crima-crima
Crim-crim, criminal behaviour
Criminal behaviour..
'Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like' - [Ice Cube]
[machine gun fires] 'Got him!' - [Dr. Dre]
'Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like' - [Ice Cube]
[machine gun fires] 'Got him!' - [Dr. Dre]
'Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like' - [Ice Cube]
[machine gun fires] 'Got him!' - [Dr. Dre]

(feat. Johnta' Austin, T.I.)
[2Pac]
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ay, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
Y'know how we swing this shit, look
[Verse One: 2Pac]
By age sixteen I sold to dopefiends
Not yet a drug dealer, but I watched 'em closely
Until they noticed me I got the feds wonderin who broke the law
Far too inhibited for gunsmoke, I broke his jaw
Words harder than a fuckin diamond
Mobile phone call to Simon, niggaz trippin homey, when we ridin?
Fuck them slowly like Jodeci
And stick a needle in my eye if I don't live and die for M.O.B.
And fuck your homeboys nigga we can drop the guns
I hit your block and we can box for fun
Nigga one on one, last to fall is a baller cat
It's Death Row, why the fuck you think we call it that?
So if you knew me in my past life
Don't act like we homeboys, ain't no love in the fast life
I switch gears on them jealous bitches, who do you fear?
The gameplan of a changed man, so what I'm sayin is
[Chorus: Johnta' Austin + (2Pac)]
I changed plans but I'm still the same old rider
(Fuckin with a changed man)
I slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it
(Nigga you fuckin with a changed man)
All my real thug niggaz, go and get your hands up
You go and drink the Henn' up
(You fuckin with a changed man)
Changed man, you're dealin with a changed man
[Verse Two: T.I.]
In drop top, the glock cocked, got rocks in my socks
Cops spot Watt niggaz but hardly stop niggaz
Not if they got niggaz, doughboys and hot niggaz
Who mighta shot niggaz but only by strugglin
I'm for respect nowadays they expect me
to be in a Ferrari or the old SL
Or anything you see flashin past and can't catch
Dat's me, gauge on the Escalade back seat - don't creep
Oh what you think, T.I., P and them sweet? (Don't sleep)
Get you hit from your head to your feet (And you don't know me)
I'm fin' ta introduce you to the old me
You walk in, exploded and leave reload
You don't like a rugged nigga, fuck you, blow me
But you will respect me or get it in your neckpiece G
No three niggaz here are gonna let me be
or get you inside there's codes to the streets nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
A nigga so cold when I flow, bow down to Death Row
Three wheel motion, comin through coastin
Who's that nigga in the G-ride screamin out
M.O.B.! Nigga we ride
I hit the charts like a stick-up kid
#1 in the nation
I fucked the world, the Judge gave me probation
Faced with incarceration
Move tapes like it's big weight, slangin to the whole nation
GIMME MINE, or I'm blastin on every song
Murder my enemies, I'm mashin until I'm gone
One love to my thug niggaz
And fuck a bitch, cause a true sister love niggaz
Throw yo' hands in the air, close your eyes and hope
Never come against the massive smoke, on Death Row
My adversaries BLEED
But fuck 'em all 'til the talk cease, fuckin with a changed man
[Chorus]
[Chorus w/ 2Pac speaking over it]
[2Pac]
E'rybody think they understand me
Shit, you niggaz don't know me
Y'all know that nigga on the rap song
Y'all know that nigga in the movies
You don't know this nigga in 3-D
Real live right up against you in front of yo' face
Shit, nigga you fuckin with a changed man
[Outro: 2Pac]
Westside, Outlaw Immortalz, hehehe
You fuckin with a changed man
Hahaha.. you fuckin with a changed man
Hahaha.. I ain't the same, you fuckin with a changed man
We ain't the same, you fuckin with a changed man
We ain't the same, fuckin with a changed man
Changed man

[Intro: 2Pac]
Black Cotton
Black Cotton
Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tail
Ghetto gospel that is- listen
Robbin' Black Cotton in God's eyes
Speak
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Black Cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is the first question
Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave (In the nine tre')
Answer that then answer this too-
Loves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a bitch true
You best to backtrack and try to act black and live
Not to be phony and positive but why be negative?
What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue
Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum diddy is it me?
Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets
If not peace then at least let's get a piece
I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased
Lookin' through my highschool yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took
One homie, two homie, three homies - POOF
We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)
[Chorus: Eminem]
Nobody don't care
(No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/--?)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions)
Nobody don't care
(Feels like I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm being tested)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please answer my questions)
Nobody don't care
[Kastro: Verse 3]
In the belly of the beast I'm bubbling up
Running out of luck, about to self destruct
Old heads say live your life like such
Your sure to catch her witcha one day boy
I wouldn't listen to 'em
Your power movement was cool
But it ain't fix nothin'
So I just go with what i know
I dont trust none
Look what the 80's did
To what's Bebe's kids
And now we grown up
Nobody ain't own us yet
[Young Noble: Verse 4]
Black cotton, I'm plottin' --
I'm workin' without a profit
They shacklin' all my homies
I'm hurtin' but keep the mind
certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridas
What's the reward for a strugala
If the lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' up
Runnin up, Gun cocked like nasty gloves
If you aint got a penny, mind the glove
No love
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds
Black Cotton - I'm hoppin' over enemy lines
Black Cotton - I ain't stoppin' till they givin me mine
Black Cotton
[Chorus]

Big Syke Interlude
(Gunshot)
Thug Life (thug life) Microphone Check (microphone check)
Outlaw (outlaw) Microphone Check (microphone check)
Where You Bitch Niggas Coming From? (where you bitch niggas coming from)
You Don't Know (you don't know) Look Like you a seed (look like you a seed)
From Makaveli The Don (from makaveli the don)
I Can Hear your style (I can hear your style)
Sounds Like Makaveli The Don (makaveli the don)
2 Pac (2pac) My Nigga (my nigga)
So Much trouble in the World Nigga (trouble in the world nigga)
These Niggas Can't feel your pain (feel your pain)
Thug Life (thug life) Outlaw (outlaw) Forever (forever)
Oh You Bitch Niggas (bitch niggas)
The Hardest Nigga (the hardest nigga)
Ever to touch this microphone (to touch this microphone)
Got you Bitch Niggas Trailin' his tail (trailin his tail)
I don't know if you catch up (catch up)
But Yet and Still (yet and still)
keep trying nigga (keep tryin nigga) Keep Trying (keep trying)
Thug Life (thug life) Outlaw (outlaw) Forever Nigga (forever nigga)
For Eternity (eternity) For Infinity (infinity)
So Remember (so remember) Makaveli The Don (makaveli the don)
His Thug Life (thug life) Lives On (lives on)

[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

(feat. Outlawz)
[2Pac]
Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin?
Tell me nigga.. tell me
Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin?
[Chorus]
Stress, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin
Bustin, my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherfucker breathin
[repeat Chorus]
[2Pac]
Woke up with fifty enemies plottin my death
All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin in my vest
Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops
A thug nigga screamin Westside, bustin double glocks
Hittin corners in my Chevy Surburban
Liquor got me drivin up on the curb, hand on the steerin wheel swervin
Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm livin in hell
Just let me live on the streets, cause ain't no peace for me in jail
Gettin world-wide exposure
with a bunch of niggaz that don't give a FUCK, ridin as my soldiers
I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer
Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy killer, huh
Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin
I murdered all them bustas now I'm the last motherfucker breathin
[Chorus]
[Young Noble]
Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt
For all my soldiers gone, we burnin the earth
Outlawz WORLDWIDE, we pack the block
Shootin rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for 'Pac
Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here
Stale down here, too many jails down here
Why you act like you don't hear me?
Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these motherfuckers kill me
I'm still breathin
[Napoleon]
Now we was raised, 'Fuck this life,' I rose my right
Holdin on a tight grip with death in my sight
And the dark is my light, I'm cynical, sleepwalkin as a true
Walk around town with a pound full of, bitter food
Came a long way from my born day, dead away where there's war play
Fuck friends I'll say, rather die for my A-K
with these fag-ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz
Only ride my dick and the skin of my mash-ass niggaz
Breathin!
[Chorus]
[Kastro]
Uhh, I walk around with a knife in my back
Talkin bout a bad day, I live a life like that
It's unfair, and I'm losin my hair, blastin hooligans
Catch me, I'm fallin out flat, yo I'm ruined and
breathin in sewer stench, no one give a fuck about me
I leaned to like it like that, when I was still in mommy
The side of seedy that the devil run from
In the belly of the beast, that's where the fuck we come from
And still I'm breathin!
[E.D.I.]
And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this
Just lost two of my closest na'r one of y'all can take this
But I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain
We number one motherfucker bout to do it again
Shit, 'Pac still doin it, you hoes can't ruin it
Two million everytime he drop I know you fuckers losin it
We movin in - for the kill, for a meal, holdin steel
Hold the wheel I'm bout to give these niggaz somethin they can feel
Fakin real, but we the raw and uncut
Style-bitin thug lyin niggaz, give it up!
We hit 'em up! (and we still breathin.. and we still breathin..)
[2Pac]
Tell 'em nigga.. tell 'em
(and we still breathin..)
Who'll be the last motherfuckers breathin?
[Chorus - 2X]

[George Clinton speaking]
The blind stares
of a million pairs of eyes
lookin' hard but won't realize
that they will never see
the P
(You must be goin' blind)
(Tupac)
give me my money in stacks
and lace my bitches with 9 figures
real niggas fingers on nickel plated 9 triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
i'm cashin'
while they coked up and weeded
open fire
now them niggas bleedin'
see me in flesh
and test
and get your chest blown
straight out tha west, don't get blown
my adversaries cry like ho's
open and shut like doors
is you a friend or foe
nigga you ain't know
they got me stressed out on Death Row
i've seen money
but baby I got to gets mo'
you scream and go
'2Pac'
and I ain't stoppin'
till i'm well paid
bails paid
now nigga, look what hell made
visions of cops and sirens
niggas open fire
buncha Thug Life niggas on tha rise
until I die
ask me why i'm a Boss Playa gettin' high
and when i'm rollin' by
Niggas Can't C Me
(Chorus -- G. Clinton)
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
and you'll never realize
You can't C Me..
(Tupac)
Been getten worried that these square muthafuckers with nerves
sayin they can get with us
but picture me gettin' served
My own mama say i'm thuged out
my shit be bumpin out tha record store
as if it was a drug house
my lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood
nigga what
It ain't nothin but a party when we thug
and there I was
a young nigga with heart
ain't had shit to loose
pullin' my pistol on them fools
you know the rules
D-R-E you got me heated
my words like a penatentary dick
hittin' bitches where it's most needed
money and weed
Alazay and Hennesse
To my Thug niggas in lock down
witness me
bail on these ho's in floss mode
tha life of a Boss Playa
fuck what ya thought tho'
my enemies deceased
die like a bitch
when my album hit tha streetz
Niggas Can't C Me
Niggas Can't C Me
(G. Clinton)
(Which way did he go George)
(Which way did he go)
(Which way did he go)
(Which way did he go)
(Tupac)
You niggas made a mistake
you shoulda never put my rhymes with Dre
them Thug niggas have arrived and it's Judgement Day
Hey Homie if ya feel me
Tell them tricks that shot me
that they missed
they ain't killed me
I can make a muthafucker shake
rattle and roll
i'm full of liquor
thug nigga
quick to jab at them ho's
and I can make ya jelous niggas famous
fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim is
i'm just a rich muthafucker from tha way
If this rappin' bring me money
then i'm rappin' till i'm paid
i'm getten green like i'm supposed to
Nigga, I holla at these ho's
and see how many I can go through
Look to the star
and visualize my debut
niggas know me, playa
I gotta stay true
don't be a dumb muthafucker
because it's crazy after dark
where the true Thug niggas see ya heart
Niggas Can't C Me....
(Yo, check this out, stay off his dick)
Niggas Can't C Me
(Right before your eyes, i'll disappear from here) You niggas Can't C Me, hahah
(You Can't C Me) I know it's hard nigga, i'm all up in your face
But you still Can't C Me
(You Can't C Me) All up in your range, but niggas Can't C Me
(20/20 vision won't visualize) I'm in tha flesh baby, but you Can't C Me
(All tho' glasses won't help you realize) You blinded
You blinded
You Can't C Me
(You Can't C Me)
Thug Life baby
Don't believe everything you read
Alazay and weed (You Can't C Me)
(Right before your very eyes, You won't even visualize)
(You Can't C Me)
Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac
Niggas can't C Me, hahaha
I dedicate this, to you PUNK Muthafuckers hahaha
this ones for you big baby hahah
cause you bitch ass niggas Can't C Me
Niggas Can't C Me
(ooooww)
(ooooww)
(You Can't C Me)
(See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil)
(You won't C Me)
(First C Me, Now ya don't)
(Wanna C Me, but ya won't)
(Come to C Me, but ya Can't)
(ooohhh, You Can't C Me)
(You Can't C Me)
(Right between your eyes, you'll never realize)
(Right before your eyes, you won't even realize)
(Visualize what you Can't C)

[2Pac]
Whassup? It's 2Pac. Can you get away?
Let me come swoop you up.
[girl]
You know I got a man.
[2Pac]
I know you got a man
but he ain't gon' if I take you out.
[girl]
Of course he gon' mind.
[2Pac]
Let me take you to lunch.
I'll have you back before he even get home;
before anybody see.
[girl]
I can't. (Aww c'mon!) He ain't gon' let me.
[2Pac]
Pleeeeeease...
[girl]
Nah.
[2Pac]
Oh aight. What's wrong with your eye?
Why you got on glasses?
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Ever since I met ya I could beat depression
It's like your man don't understand, all he does is stress ya
I can see your state of misery from the introduction
Ain't bout no suckin and touchin, just harmless discussion
Maybe we can see a better way, find a brighter day
Late night phone conversations -- would that be OK?
I don't wanna take up all your time, be the next in line
Tell me your size, let me find you things with you in mind
I can see you're cautious and I'm careful not to scare you
But anticipation of love makin
got you shakin when I'm standin near you
News of precision will prepare ya
In case you get scared, just ask the man in the mirror
Now the picture's getten clearer all he does is hit you hard
I tell you to leave, and you tell me keep my faith in God
I don't understand, I just wanna bring ya home
I wonder should I leave you alone and find a woman of my own
All the homies tell me that you don't deserve it
I contemplate -- but in my heart I know you worth it
Tell me can you get away?
Ebony, can you get away?
C'mon.. let's go.. can you get away?
Can you get away?
[girl]
So much pressure in the air
[2Pac]
I know, I know
[girl]
And I can't get away
[2Pac]
Just for a little while love
[girl]
I'm not happy here
[2Pac]
I know it's hard but, can you get away?
[girl]
So much pressure in the air
[2Pac]
Let's go man, get up outta there
.. can you get away?
[girl]
And I can't get away
[2Pac]
Do you love him?
[girl]
I'm not happy here
[2Pac]
Do you love that man?
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
Could it be my destiny to be lonely?
And checkin for these hoochies that be on me cause they phony
But you was different -- I got no need to be suspicious
Cause I can tell -- my life with you would be delicious
The way you lick your lips and shake your hips got me addicted
I'm sittin here hoping that we can find some way to kick it
Even though I got your digits gotta struggle to resist it
Slowly advance and miss my chance not to miss it
You blow me kisses
when he ain't lookin, now your heart's tooken
My only wish is that you change your mind and he get shook
Wanna take you there but you scared to follow, come see tomorrow
Hoping I can take you through the pain and sorrow
Let you know I care -- that someone's there for your struggle
Depend on me, when you have needs or there's trouble
I wanna give you happiness and maybe even more
I told you before, no time to waste we can hook up at the store
Can you get away?
[girl]
So much pressure in the air
[2Pac]
I know it is
[girl]
And I can't get away
[2Pac]
Yeah you can
[girl]
I'm not happy here
[2Pac]
You ain't happy huh ..can you get away?
[girl]
So much pressure in the air
[2Pac]
I know.. is he beatin on you?
[girl]
And I can't get away
[2Pac]
Did he punch you?
[girl]
I'm not happy here
[2Pac]
Throwin you around the house?
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
I see you remiscin and I hope you listenin
In the position to pressure and offer competition
Me and you -- was meant to be my destiny, no longer lonely
Cause now it's on for you and me, all I can see
A happy home, that's my fantasy
But my reality is problems with your man and me
What can I do? Don't wanna lose you to the sucker
Cause if he touch ya, I got some drama for that busta
Don't wanna rush ya -- but make your mind up fast
Nobody knows -- on who controls will it last, before I ask
I hope you see that I'm sincere, and even if you
stay with him today I'm still here
I refuse to give up -- cause I believe in what we share
You're livin in prison and what he's givin can't compare
Cause everything I feel for you I wanna let you know
Passion it be yours and I'll never let you go
Tell me can you get away?
[girl]
So much pressure in the air
[2Pac]
Can't get away.. why?
[girl]
And I can't get away
[girl]
I'm not happy here
[2Pac]
Let me take you away
All I really know, can you get away?
[girl]
So much pressure in the air
[2Pac]
Man..
[girl]
And I can't get away
[2Pac]
Course you can get away
[girl]
I'm not happy here
[2Pac]
If you really wanted to get away
you could get away
[Outro: 2Pac]
You ain't got to go through all this drama and this stress
with this old half a man, yaknowhatI'msayin?
I ain't tryin to put you in a position
where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything
you need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you
He beatin on you and shit; look how you look
She motherfuckin wanna be with that nigga, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Shake that sucker to the left
Let me show you what this life is really about
YaknowhatI'msayin? You need to be on first class
Need to be goin to Hawaii, seein the world
Seein what this world got to offer you
Not goin to, yaknowhatI'msayin?
The emergency room, gettin stitches
cause this nigga done got jealous
Don't cry, it's all good
[girl]
Can you take me from here?
[2Pac]
Shake that man, get away
[girl]
Can you take me from here?
I'ahhhhhm unhappy here
And I need you to show me love
Because it's so much pressure now
And I neeeeed to get awayyyheyyyeahhh

(feat. Prince Ital)
[music from To Live Die in L.A. fades]
[This Week in Bible Prophecy]
God has a plan -- and the bible unfolds that wonderful plan
through the message of prophecy
God sent Jesus into this world to be our saviour
And that Christ is returning, someday soon
to unfold the wonderful plan of eternity, for my life and your life
As long as we're cooperating with God
by accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and saviour
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time here on This Week in Bible Prophecy
[Tupac]
Tupac don't start that blasphemy in here!
Makaveli, the new breed -- and I remember what my pops told me
The new word, follow me -- remember what my pops told me
My family tree, consists of drug dealers, thugs and killers
Strugglin, known to hustle screamin fuck they feelings
I got advice from my father, all he told me was this
Niggaz, get off your ass if you plan to be rich
There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two
Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do
Now rule one -- get your cash on, M.O.B.
That's Money Over Bitches, cause they breed envy
Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies
Keep yo', enemies close nigga, watch yo' homies
It seemed a little unimportant, when he told me I smiled
Picture jewels being handed, to an innocent child
I never knew in my lifetime I'd live by these rules
Initiated as an outlaw, studying rules
Now papa ain't around, so I gotta recall
or come to grips with bein on my enemy's wall (rest in peace)
Promised if I have a seed, I'ma guide him right
Dear Lord don't let me die tonite
I got words for my comrades, listen and learn
Ain't nuttin free, give back what you earn, no doubt
Gettin higher than a motherfucker, blessed and pleased
This Thug Life'll be the death of me, c'mon, yeah
And I remember what my papa told me
Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy
[Chorus: Prince Ital]
Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord
Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin my bird in a cloud
Usin de name of de Lord in vein
While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain
[Tupac]
We probably in Hell already, our dumb asses not knowin
Everybody kissin ass to go to heaven ain't goin
Put my soul on it, I'm fightin devil niggaz daily
Plus the media be crucifying brothers severly
Tell me I ain't God's son, nigga mom a virgin
We got addicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay
Criminal mind all the time, wait for Judgment Day
They say Moses split the Red Sea
I split the blunt and rolled the fat one, I'm deadly -- Babylon beware
Comin from the Pharoahe's kids, retaliation
Makin legends off the shit we did, still bullshittin
Niggaz in Jerusalem, waitin for signs
God promised, she's just takin her time, haha
Living by the Nile while the water flows
I'm contemplating plots wondering which door to go
Brothas getting shot, comin back resurrected
It's just that raw shit, nigga check it (that raw shit)
And I remember what my papa told me
Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy
[Chorus]
[Tupac]
The preacher want me buried why? Cause I know he a liar
Have you ever seen a crackhead, that's eternal fire
Why you got these kids minds, thinkin that they evil
while the preacher bein richer you say honor God's people
Should we cry, when the Pope die, my request
We should cry if they cried when we buried Malcolm X
Mama tell me am I wrong, is God just another cop
waitin to beat my ass if I don't go pop?
Memories of a past time, givin up cash
to the leaders, knowin damn well, it ain't gonna feed us
In my brain how can you explain, time in D.C.
It's hard enough to live now, in these times of greed
They say Jesus is a kind man, well he should understand
times in this crime man, my Thug nation
Do whatchu gotta do but know you gotta change
Try to find a way to make it out the game
I leave this and hope God can see my heart is pure
Is heaven just another door? I leave this here
I leave this and hope God see my heart is pure
Is heaven just another door? And my people say
[Chorus 4X]
Our father, who art in heaven
Hallow be thy name
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
In earth, as it is in heaven
Give us this day, our daily bread
As we give up our debts
As we forgive our debt-ors
Lead us not into temptation
but deliver us, unevil
For God, is the kingdom, and the power
and the glory forever, and ever, and ever

(feat. 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

Lookin for these better days
Better days, heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
Better days! Better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
[Verse One]
Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live
Smokin weed like it ain't no thang, so even kids
wanna try now, they lie down and get ran through
Nobody watched 'em clockin the evil man do
Faced with the demons, addicted to hearin victims screamin
Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens
Cause even our birthdays is cursed days
A born thug in the first place, the worst ways
I'd love to see the block in peace
With no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beast
And only we can change
It's up to us to clean up the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his family, but what could I say?
Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith
And pray for better days
Better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
[Verse Two]
Thinkin back as an adolescent, who would've guessed
that in my future years, I'd be stressin
Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted
Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up with
Tryin to keep my head up and stay strong
All my homies slangin llello all day long, but they wrong
So I'm solo and so broke
Savin up for some Jordan's, cause they dope
I got a girl and I love her but she broke too, and so am I
I can't take her to the place she wanna go to
So we argue and play fight, all day and night
Makin passionate love 'til the daylight
Plus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent
Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friend
Tell me you pregnant and I'm amazed
So many blessings while we stressin
Lookin for them better days
For better days, better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days
[Verse Three]
Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools
Since back in high school, we was true, me and you
Hardly parted or seperated, we stayed faded
Affiliated with gangbangers and still made it
Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him
Still dressin like grown men when rollin
I went to dark, smokin Newports, gamin marks
Got a place in my heart, homey stay smart
Locked you up in the pen, and gave you three to ten
I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends
Hopin you well, I know it's hell
Doin time in the cells, you need mail, when you in jail
And me I'm doin cool
I settled down, had a family, workin in night school
Every once in a while, I reminisce
And wonder how we ever came to this
I miss the better days
Better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. I'm thinkin bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days
I send this one out, to all the homeboys down in uh, Clinton lockdown
Rikers Island, all them dudes I was uh locked up with, hehe
E Block, F Block, lower H
N-I-C in Rikers Island, downstate
All the peoples I met along the way
Better days is comin homeboy, keep your head up
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days.. uhh, lookin for the better days
Better days, better days, lookin for the better days
Heyyy! Hahaha..

Ma-ah-an, it ain't easy
They got me goin cold-hearted
Probation, violation, incarceration
Frustration, you know
Fuck that, nigga damn near bouts to start basin
It's hard! Hard on a nigga {*coughing*}
Hard on a nigga (yeah it is, yeah it is)
{*whispered*} Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Watch out nigga!
Chorus: Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G
(repeat 2X)
[Tupac - chorus 2X throughout]
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
Whassup man? Always listen to that shit?
That thug criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me
[Verse One]
Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame
Young niggaz gettin murdered straight took out the game
As I sit here puffin on a cigarette
Gotta be ready, never know who's plottin on a niggaz death
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
and duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but nary a motherfucker down to watch my back
These are the bitch made niggaz, you been played nigga
While you starvin and broke they pullin six figures
Oooh, what can you do
when you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin
on this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me?
Heyyy, I have no remorse
as I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it
I'm the first muh'fucker that can outrun a bullet
It's them Thug Life niggaz and we don't like tricks
Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like bitches
Now my riches is gettin hoes on it's own
Fuck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone
I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin that spinach
and stayin strong to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry baby
but I gotta call my homey see what he say
I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine
I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime
And ain't no way I'ma let bitch made nigga worry me
Catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me
Hell nah nigga have to plug me twice
Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, motherfucker can you see?
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse Three]
Never bow down let these other bitches crawl
I'm a Thug motherfucker and these Thugs only ball
Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave
I'm a muhfuckin fool, but I choose to get paid
Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright
Me and my bitch named Nina are fiendin tonight
Ain't nobody livin safe, got a plot, and I'm stressin
All I want, is my muh'fuckin money, ain't no question
Don't try to stall little trick, cause we hit
So bring in the scissors and get to clippin at his dick
I'd rather die young than die old and broke
That's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke
My memories as a youngsta, hangin with the homies
But now I'm doin bad and them bitches don't know me (Who? Who?)
But playa haters can't fade me (Why?)
Cause this is Thug Life nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you see?
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse Four]
Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop cars
Gettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don't drop my guards
My life is hectic my homies send mail from jail
Niggaz in Hell got some horrible stories to tell
I'm catchin cases and still tryin to stack a grip
The IRS is tryin to stress off a niggaz shit
A young nigga never had a prayer to prevail
And all my peers doin years locked up in jail
What can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew
And creep around with them Dogg Pound niggaz too
And now we rich ain't no bitch than can touch us
And it's a trip, how we clown, when we fuck sluts
Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang
And motherfuckers got on do-rags
[Chorus 2X]
Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherfuckin get paid
Nigga can work for his money all motherfuckin day and
still never see a piece of it, you understand me?
It's not about the nice guy
It's bout the hardworkin motherfuckin Thug nigga
If you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't really doin nothin
(Chorus repeats in background)
You ain't really makin nothin
These motherfuckin po-po's and these pink folks
got it all locked up for us to fail
See how they did O.J., and they doin niggaz like that all day
So if you don't watch your motherfuckin stack
believe me, this could be your last breath...
[Chorus 2X] to fade

[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

F/ Nate Dogg
[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..

F/ Big Syke
Uhh.. dear Mr. President
Whas 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

[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..

This ain't livin..
[2Pac]
Nigga - I hear even the smaller G's be dippin Chevy Impalas
while flossin they gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow
We (?)swallow tomorrow(?) see, what we leave is hollow
We feed violence and greed, let 'em bleed tomorrow
In time, they grip a nine, sippin wine - hit grass
'til I be starin watch the parents sacrifice they child
The love's gone, a thug's home, with no love
Feelin so strong, make young boys into drug lords
Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose
Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes
Now three for Johnny Law tryin to make my chips
I never pulled the trigger, didn't touch that bitch
Throw yo' hands in the air, it's a robbery
.. thinkin 'Pac, would you ride with me
Let's go see what our enemies talkin bout
When G's enter the house nobody's walkin out
This ain't livin, it's similar to prison, we trapped
My homies jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped
I watch my back twenty-fo' seven
and never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you know!
This is how it goes when we floss with foes
Before I toss yo' hoe, it'll cost you mo'
I do shows make a lot of dough, murder my foes
But I'd give it all up, if it would help you grow
This ain't livin
[Chorus 2X: sung]
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 break you
This ain't livin I gotta do what I gotta do
[2Pac]
Peep it - gunfire is produced at alarmin rates
Today's youth, grip the shit, get in the car and break
'It Takes a Nation of Millions' if we intend to stop the killin
Just search your feelings, participate in some (?)
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 disappeared, reappeared as the .. follow me now
Skippin class, and livin fast, will get yo' ass
stuck in the pen, doin life plus ten
Young brother pump yo' brakes for me, before you choke
won't ya soak up some game from yo' big homies
This ain't livin, we givin you jewelsl, use 'em as tools
Explode on they industry and fade them fools
You know the rules, gotta be a rider
You can run the red lights but read the street signs, heyy
This for all of y'all that keep on raisin hell
Put a pistol in your hand and let you fade yourself
It ain't right, what you put your momma through, young G
Gotta change your life, take the game from me
This ain't livin
[Chorus - 2X]

[2Pac](Hook)
Nigga westside
Westside in this motherfucker
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
[2pac]
Can't nobody stop us when we blunted up and swervin
Packed in a suburban, screamin outlaw runin on the curb
They never try me cause right behind me your killer team
I get a word cut the head off a nigga like a guillotine
This Hennessey'll keep me calm though
Sittin in the back of the club, tradin convo
Livin like a Don in my own mind
Signal Kadafi, nigga watch me with the chrome nine
All the time drinkin champagne
Walk through the crowd let the tramps hang
Niggas playa hate but do a damn thing
Picture me doin eighty down a one way
Stuck in the trunk, caught with gun play
So I gotta keep my eyes open
Gettin high, wonder why we gotta die smokin
My alibi, I'm victory
Like them other vile men I'm marked for death
Spendin my nights like its the last one left
I'm an outlaw
[Chorus]
Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on
Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone
I'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor
Puffin on a sweet swisher I'm the last one left
Tell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on
Last to leave until I see everybodys gone
I'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor
Puffin on a sweet swisher, guess I'm the last one left
[Kastro]
I got my back against the wall
Gat chillin by my balls
Prior to war is rider nigga only five six tall
Napoleon only knows on we outlaws fuck fear
better strap down to the feelins cause we out yeah
Thug passion all up in me
Feelin like I took some Henne
It aint easy I'm tryin to make a dollar out of two pennies
What we got with these rap niggas
Wanna pull they're gat niggas
Only got my side cause they think pac die nigga
Last niggas with our tape
Take a shot within our vest
Pac come and catch weight
Nigga we the last ones left
[2Pac]
If we woulda known the zone inside my own dome
Fresh outs jail it was hell but I'm probably home
Lookin for niggas that was roofin that shit when I was locked back
Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked back
Fuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak
Bitch niggas be afraid to speak
We the last ones left
[2Pac]
[Chorus] (slight change)
Tell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on
Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone
At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor
Puffin on a sweet swisher Like I'm the last one left
Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on
Last to leave till I see everybodys gone
At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor
Puffin on a sweet swisher, last one left
Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on
Last to leave till I see everybodys gone
At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor (Yeah)
Puffin on a sweet swisher, I'm the last one left
[Napoleon]
I eat and sleep the worst shit, turfs and birth
Me and my team super supreme putin in work
I'm passed out, drunk as a fuck, till it hurt
And I call earl screamin fuck the world
I got a bitch on the side wanna be my wife
And wify beefin wanna know if she gonna see me tonight
And i know it aint right, but its the life I got
And thats until I see Yak
And thats until I see Pac
Young know I lost a troll somebody owed me down
And if the world was a girl I'd stick my dick in the ground
Fuck the world
[2Pac](Varied Hook)
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
Yeah
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
Outlaw in this motherfucker right here
Outlaws in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
In this motherfucker
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
Outlaw in this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
In this motherfucker right here
Westside in this motherfucker
Westside in this motherfucker right here
Westside
(*fades out*)

(feat. K-Ci & JoJo)
[2Pac]
Put me in that; ay come on JoJo ('Pac.. hahaha)
Yeah that type of shit (maybe it's the thug in me)
You know what time it is (maybe it's the thug in me)
[2Pac]
By age thirteen I was buckwild, 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 had to shatter fools
That's 'til 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 (haha)
Though I like the way you scream when you lovin me
I'm goin deep, it's the thug in me; so whatchu sayin girl?
[Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo]
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you
['Pac repeats 'Maybe it's the thug in me' at various points]
[2Pac]
Moan baby when we bone it's on
It's so strong niggaz in the next room'll cum
I got ya head swingin, tongue kissin as I hit it from the back
with the bed ringin (haha)
Give me space as I lick ya face, stick the place
Synchronize so I drive when they kick the bass
Love fuckin in tha mo'nin
I get ya wet and bust a sweat, then I'm gone
Left you on yo' own girl
Tell me what you feel like, blindfolded
I'm cold do it real nice - that's if it feel right
Maybe it's the thug in me
I pull ya hair while we fuckin in the chair, when ya lovin 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 lovin you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
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 ya breath now
Close your eyes deep throat - did you like it?
Oooh I'm excited!
Cause it's a party in my bedroom, you're invited - c'mon now
Let me see ya shake your rump, tell me
how long will it take to cum, havin fun
Do it one on one and we can all get involved
First y'all do me, then I'll fuck y'all
When you call me the next day
to get sexed by a nigga in the best way
Yeah baby it's a price to pay, only play in the fast lane
When you a hustler, motherfuck a cash came
I gotcha goin wild, cause I'm lovin you
Drugged out with this motherfuckin thug in you
[Chorus - 2x]
[2Pac]
I don't wanna talk, I don't want no explanations
I don't got no motherfuckin explanations, y'knahmsayin?
It's the thug in me
Don't be askin why I'm pullin your hair
and why I fuck so motherfuckin thuggish
That thug passion, y'knahmean?
Bitch, 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
strokin, and all that bullshit
You came over here to get fucked
Shit, if I ain't fuck you thug style
Bitch you'd leave my house talkin bout, 'Tupac can't serve me'
Won't have me crossed up in that bullshit, hahaha
Turn over!
Maybe it's the thug in me!
(That too baby..)
(Ohh yeah, ohh that's right.. mhmm.. okay.. okay baby.. yeah..)

(feat. Lil' Mo)
[Lil' Mo]
Tupac and Lil' Mo, hmm, how gangsta is that?
Hehe.. ooooh-oooh, ooooh-oooh, ooooh-oooh
[Mo keeps harmonizing in the background]
[2Pac]
One two.. to a nigga nature, haha..
No need to cry now, go wipe your tears, be a woman
Why you actin surprised? You saw the bullshit
Comin fake hair, fake nails, fake eyes too
So why you, bound to fuck wit fake guys too
Aint nothin' hard about it why you lookin sad? Shoulda though about it
Say you learned, I truly doubt it
I guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love
Gettin freaky with the thug niggaz up in the club
Ask to buy you a drink, you holla Dom Perignon
Knowin I'm a cash getter still I, remain calm
Let you chill with me; plus you was smilin 'til the bill miss me
That's what you get for tryin to dick me
Missed me with that 'Buy me this, buy me that' syndrome shit
Bitch get a job if you wanna be rich
Gettin mad cause I cursed and I scream I hate'cha
Introduced you to a nigga nature, feel me?
[Chorus: Lil' Mo]
Kissed the girls, made them cry
Thuggin life, and gettin high
Why you gangsta, all the time?
That's a thug's 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 thug's nature
[add to line four of Chorus first time:] 'That's a nigga nature'
[2Pac]
I'm probably too nice at first, I let you kiss me where it hurts
Me and you gettin busy, slingin dick in the dirt
Met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it
See us, tounge-kissin, you was truly with it
Little ecstacy, Hennesey, mix with me
Picture me pay for pussy when the dick's for free
Hey now, where my niggaz at? Tell these hoes
Before I pay; I jerk off, word to Moses
Visions of you sittin there sweaty and wet
Pointin to the places that you want me to hit
Give me room all up in the womb, call the cops
Nigga, hittin walls 'til them bastard drop
Label me Makaveli - thug nigga with bite
Livin life like a rock star's Friday night
Make money, get pussy, always keep a pager
Cell phone in the ride to complete my nature now!
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
Haha.. started as a seed from the semen; straight outta papa's nuts
Lustin for creamin - bitches with big butts
Curves make a nigga cry, tits and shit
When I'm locked down beggin you for porno flicks
Sneak weed in, help a nigga pass the time
Put my name tattoo'd 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, goin for none on the run baby
You know a nigga need some, is my son crazy?
Why I cry, when I be thuggin til I die
Picture a nigga in heaven, high off weed I fly
Got me missin dead homies wishin phonies would die
Hit the weed and hope it get me high; dear God
Understand my ways, livin major
Blessed with a thug's heart.. and a real live nigga nature
[Chorus]
[add to line four of Chorus:] 'That's a nigga nature'
[add to line eight of Chorus:] 'Cause that's a nigga nature'
[Chorus]
[add to line four of Chorus:] 'Hey, just be a nigga nature'
[add to line eight of Chorus:] 'Cause that's a nigga nature'
[2Pac] It ain't my fault
[Lil' Mo] Hehe, Q.D., where you be? Ahh
[2Pac] Don't blame me blame my momma, a nigga nature
[Lil' Mo]
QDIII, and Lil' Mo
Tupac, puttin it down fo' sho' ('Cause that's a nigga nature')
I realize, that I'm feelin it
Cause that's a thug nature
Though sometimes I can deal with it
I realize, I'm feelin it
Love and hate, relationship
Cause that's a thug's nature ('Cause that's a nigga nature')
Yeah yeah yeah.. yeah yeah yeah..
Yeahhh yeah.. and that's a thug's nature
Where you at? Holla

Home man.. hey.. let's turn this house into a happy home
This for all the homeboys that couldn't get they happy home
Let's turn this house into a happy home
Long as one of us got it, some of us got it
Let's turn this house into a happy home
You know how that is, stay down for mine
Outlaw.. look
[2Pac]
Now we've been kickin it for quite some time
Remained beside me through my trials in this life of crime
We divorced 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 Cristal, whylin every night - in my bedroom!
Promised that I commit to you soon
Tongue-kissed me every time you seen me step inside a room
Straight out the hood
We promised to be good to each other, plus I love you
So I know you gon' make a good mother
Just try to understand if I change at times
it's only cause I never owned anything that's mine
So I'm tryin you can stay with my momma but keep the drama to a low
Never call the police, I never call you bitch and ho
We were all born hungry in this world alone
Finally moved out my mom's house, and got a happy home
[Chorus]
Ha..ppy.. home..
(let's turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
[2Pac]
Goin through hard times, ghetto child of mine
I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes
To be honest it's a hard road
Just keep your faith in God, knowin you'll get scarred though
Look at him walkin and talkin, a lil' child with my eyes and mouth
Father watch over lil' seeds, help me guide them out
Had to change my whole lifestyle, married my baby's momma
Made her my wife now, I'm tryin 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 forever and together we rise
If it would help our child grow, then together we'd 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 a happy home
[Chorus]
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally got to live the good life, inside a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
[2Pac]
Happy home
[singers]
All these problems got me goin
We got a family, of our own
I just wanna 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 out my mom's house, got a happy home)
[Chorus]
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally got to live the good life, inside a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)
[2Pac]
Hey, haha, turn this house into a happy home
Long as one of us got it, some of us got it
Turn this house into a happy home

Imagine if we could go back
Actually talk to the motherfuckers that persevered (hehehe)
I mean the first motherfuckers that came in the slave ships
(Hey, excuse me, excuse me) Y'know? (Look)
[2Pac]
We back for everything you owe, no longer oppressed
cause now we overthrow those that placed us in this rotten mess
But let's agree on strategy and pick out enemies right
Who stands accused of the abuse my own, kind do right
Pardon, not disregardin what you thinkin but you musta been the ship
cause once I rip your whole shit is sinkin
Supreme ideology, you claim to hold
Claimin that we all drug dealers with empty souls
That used to tempt me to roll, commit to violence
In the midst of an act of war, witnesses left silent
Shatter, black talon 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, quotin the reverand from the pulpit
Refuse to turn the other cheek we must defeat the evil culprit
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 bring solutions
Where's the 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 comin back, for everything you owe
[Chorus: sung]
I'm comin collectin the shit that belong to me
Motherfuckers are runnin and duckin
I'm a crazy nigga on a mission wit a bad mentality
Armed with missiles guns grenades
Pull out the pin, free I'm comin
[2Pac over Chorus]
How do you plead Mr. Shakur, how do you plead?
How do I plead?
Yes sir, how do you plead?
Shit, you know how I plead
C'mon!!
Psssh
[2Pac]
Not guilty on the grounds of insanity it was them or me
Bustin at my innocent family, say they lookin for ki's
I was home alone, blind to the prelude
Bust in, talkin 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 motherfucker'
Dropped me to my knees I proceed to bleed
Sufferin a rain of blows to my hands and knees
Will I survive, is God watchin?
I grab his gat and bust in self-defense, my only option, God damn
Now they got me goin 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, reposessed 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 - 2X]

Thug Life! Comin' str8 out the West Coast,
Real Boy Killaz!
2Pac with the Assassin! And we ridin' for the West Side!
Bad Boy, Bad Boy whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when we comin' at you??
Bad Boy, Bad Boy whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when we comin' at you??
Bad Boy, Bad Boy whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when we comin' at you??
Bad Boy, Bad Boy whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when we comin' at you??
[2Pac]
I got these bustaz on my block, and they after me
Runnin' round tellin' these niggaz, how they goin' capture me.
It's gettin' krazy, it's hard to make my mind up
Now should I bucm em' down and put my .9 up?
Ya see, I ain't a Bad Boy, jus' a boy that had it bad
I graduated frum .22's to .357 mags.
Runnin' on these marks for they stash and I ain't askin
Givin' up or get the blastin'.
The penitentiary don't scare me
A str8 thug nigga...hoes say they'll take care of me.
And tell me who the fuck you goin' find?
Rough enough to tell these bitch niggaz this is mine
Now busta meet my .9!
20 role on the grind, I'm sick about mine and uhh
Ain't nutin' wrong wit' gettin' high.
A hustlin' ass nigga from the projects
I'm makin' loot, screamin' Thug Life, nigga when I shoot.
They made me a (badboy!)
(hook)
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life, westside when we ride, one time!
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'!
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life, westside when we ride, one time!
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'!
Fuck Bad Boy!
[the Assassin]
I'm screamin' wet side ridah when when we and in a hoo ride
Suicide til the day we die, gettin' high!
Frum the Bay to LA, drinkin' Tanqueray and da Alize
When we stay on the blocks, slangin' rocks, runnin' frum cops.
When we runnin', we comin', and gunnin' and you get done and
In the city wit' no pity, down wit' Thug Life, we doin' it live!
Everytime we side on you trick made bitches.
Packin' a .45, recognize the game in yo' set
Betta jet when I get you wet, wit' intention a' do or die
Homicide, genocide to the other side
When we glide wit' my nigga Pac we bustin' em niggaz
On the block wit' Gangsta-D back up me you real OG
Comin' up outta the 7 Trees.
Strick .9 to the LHD
We claimin' to bring we make em fiend
For the fact we havin' em stack on the map
For the city of Sac al the way to the Jo' when we stroll
Poppin the mos, outta killa California, str8 loc westcoast!
(hook)
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life, westside when we ride, one time!
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'!
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life, westside when we ride, one time!
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'!
Hahahaha!

F/ Dwanye Wiggins, Silky
[Hook:]
Raise up off these nuts, a little bit
Just a little bit
Raise up off these nuts, a little bit
[2Pac]
I'm smokin these niggas like they endo
Breakin em like they windows
And still they rip till they get a whiff
Of this shit that I kick
And if they ever had a notion to stop me
Treat your best shot and get dropped
With your posse, nigga I got the ?mott?
I'm takin em out, a lot I got
More than you could pop
I'm rockin the spot, so now they jock
Dump em and get dropped
2Pac ain't tryin to hear it, Ox
Screamin at your box
I'm swearin at ya not so uh
Static is the last thing you need when you see me
Better have a bat or a gat to defeat me
Nigga, I'm a whole posse rolled into one shot
Takin on your gat while your girl gets hot and rocks the spot
Fear funky flavor with the gift that only God gave
Hold it to my grave
I'd rather die than be a slave
Slaves come as dope dealers
Some come as addicts
Some come to run while the others cause static
[Hook]
[???]
I'm comin up outta the cut
Sendin slugs to the guts
I'm bustin up outta the page cuz they got me locked up
I'm tryin to survive but there's too many playa hatin haters
Always want static, like boom holla at ya later
Homie this ain't no love in this town that I come from
Niggas be wantin funkin then I stomp em, they don't want none
Girls be on my jock and they playin me for that
But fool I can't help it cuz I was raised up like a mack
Jealous because I'm black, Jack wanna jack me
And Jill wants to marry me and watch the Klan bury me
Got to pack the steel for the personal protection
AK, 45's, assault rifles, Smith & Wesson
I'm no longer stressin
Learnin, gotta live long
(..?..) thanks God that I'm still strong
Get a bag a spliffs for the homies, blaze up all of these
But if you wanna flex, get in my Kool Aid punks, raise up offa
these
[Hook]
[Silky]
Just back the fuck up of me, cuz you can't get none a these
It's that OG female comin straight up out the PP's
So step to the side then raise the fuck up off me, brah
Cuz if I take it to that level I'ma light this motherfucker up
Now it's on you, you better try to lose your shit
Cuz if you don't, trust me I got you trick
You better try to choose it and lose it
Stay outta mine 'fore this shit get way stupid
These niggas I fuck with believe in passin gats
Can't leave hoe, without my strap
Not givin a fuck about nothin
Slidin through the spot with my face mask muggin
Lookin motherfuckers up and down
It ain't a future in your frontin
Why these fat niggas floatin around?
What happened to them real motherfuckin G's?
Fake motherfuckers need to raise up offa these
[Hook] X 2

Thug Life
Thinkin' back
reminiscing on my teens
a young G
getten' paid over dope fiends
fuckin' off cash that I make
nigga, what's tha sense of workin hard
if you never get tp play
i'm hustlen'
stayin' out till it's dawn
and commin' home
at 6 o'clock in tha mornin'
hand's on my glock
eye's on tha prize
finger on tha trigga when a nigga rides
shootin' craps
bustin' niggas out tha door
pick my money off tha floor
god bless tha tre-four
stuck on full, drunk again
sippin' on Gin
with a couple of friends
sayin' those thug life niggas be like major pimps
stickin' to tha rules is what made it simp
and if I die
let it be
but when they come for me
bury me a G
[Chorus x2 -- Tupac]
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
bury me a G
More Trouble than tha average
just made 25 and i'm livin' like a savage
bein a G ain't no easy thing
cause you could fuck around get crossed
and get stuck in tha game
and for tha rest of your life you will sit and remineise
wonder why it had to end like this
and to tha G's you can feel my pain
till tha mothafuckas gets born again
you thought I was a game kid
i'm not tha nigga for playin games
I let my buckshots rang
when I pull tha trigga on my gauge
i'm on tha rampage
makin' runs for tha devil
ain't nothin' on my mind
will get me in some trouble
i'm tryin to ride
no more loves
for me hard to figure
get a nigga, smoke a blunt
Or is a jury starts (break that shit)
I gives a fuck nigga
stuck outta luck
when I bust
pull me to my death
but i'm a G to tha enemy
[Chorus x2 -- Tupac]
I ain't got time for bitches
gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
bury me a G
[Stretch]
I got nothen' ta loose so I choose to be a killer
went from bangin' ta slangin'
now i'm a dope dealer
all my life payed tha price to be tha boss
back in school
wrote tha rules on getten' tossed
poppin' rocks on tha block was a past time
pack a 9 all the time
you wanna test mine ?
don't cry
I die before they play me
from tha cradle to tha grave
bury me
Straight Thug G
kickin' it with tha homies in tha hood
getten' drunk, smokin' blunts
a bitch said I was no good
I gives a fuck
I spend my time in tha dope spot
never had no time for no bitch
instead slangin' rocks
and bustin' caps on you punk ass marcs
fake ass G's
bitch niggas with no heart
i'm stayin' real till i'm 6 feet deep
so when a nigga gone
bury me a G
[Chorus x2 -- Tupac]
I ain't got time for bitches
gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
Bury Me a G
[Tupac]
Stuck on Full
Tangaray got a nigga high
lord knows I don't need another DUI
I led a Thug Life
heartless hustler
just cause I fucked
don't mean I trust her
now my pagers vibratin'
can't sleep
so i'm mobbin' to tha ho's house
pumpin' Isely
Is it cool ta fuck is what i'm askin
Bitch recognize game and start laughen
when i'm all in those guts and shit
prayin' that a nigga don't nut too quick
cause i'll fuck and get up and let ya know
i'll be a 10 minute brotha for a $2 ho
lots a ho's get mad and shit
I let a trick be a trick
you can have that bitch
cause I doubt if I change
tha games a mothafucker
real niggas turn ta bustas
Bury Me a G
[Chorus x6 -- Tupac]
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta Keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
Mama don't cry
bury me a G
I ain't got time for bitches --- bitches

Growing up as an inner city brotha
where every other had a pops and a motha
I was tha product of a heated lover
Nobody knew how deep it screwed me
and since my pops never knew me
my family didn't know what ta do with me
was I somebody they despise
curious look in they eyes
as if they wonder if i'm dead or alive
poor momma can't control me
quit tryin' ta save my soul, I wanna roll with my homies
a ticken timebomb
can't nobody fade me
packin' a 380
and fiendin' for my mercedes
suckers scatter
but it don't matter i'm a cool shot
punks drop from all tha buckshots tha fools got
i'm tired of being a nice guy
i've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why
so they label me a lunatic
could care less
death or success
is what I quest
cause i'm fearless
now tha streetz R Deathrow
[Chorus]
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
tha streetz R Deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
tha streetz R Deathrow
I just murdered a man, i'm even more stressed
wearin' a vest
hopein' that their aimin' at my chest
much too young to bite tha bullet
hand on tha trigga
I see my life before my eyes each time I pull it
I hope I live to be a man
must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state
penn
counting pennys over tha years
I'd done stacked many
proven wrong those
who swore i'd wouldn't live till twenty
now they gotta cope
since it's tha only thing I know
it's difficult to let it go
i'm startin' to loose my hair cause I worry
hustlin' to keep from gettin' buried
but now I gotta move away now
cause these suckers wanna spray where I lay down
my homie lost his family and snapped
shot up half tha block to bring them back
tha streetz R Deathrow
[Chorus]
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
tha streetz R Deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
tha streetz R Deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
tha streetz R Deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
(like it ain't nothin')
i'm dangerous
when drunk I only drink beer
gin makes me sin
unable to think clear
heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close
BOOM BOOM BOOM
got me shooting at a ghost
some call me crazy
but this is what you gave me
amongst tha babies, who raised up from tha slavery
I sport a vest and hit tha sess to kill tha stress
moved out west and I invest in all tha best
those who test will find a bullet in they chest
put ta rest
by a brotha who was hopeless
grow up broke on tha rope of insanity
how many pistols smoking coming from a broken family
i'm sick of being tired
sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing
tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed
tired of hearin' these voices in my head
tha streetz R Deathrow
[Chorus]
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
tha streetz R Deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
tha streetz R Deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
tha streetz R Deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
tha streetz R Deathrow
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
this goes out to my partners in tha Live Squad (like it
ain't nothin')
and all my partners involved in that 187
watch your back...
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
There got to be a better way...
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
There's too many of us in tha cemetary
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
come on, what we gonna do now
(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
tha streetz R Deathrow

['Pac speaking]
Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
Yeah! Mr. Fuck-a-Cop is BACK..
and I still don't give a fuck, yaknahmsayin?
Puffin on this indo.. in the studio with my partners out here
Pacific Heights in the house, know what I mean
[2Pac]
I was framed, so don't make the same mistake, nigga
You gotta learn how to shake the snakes, nigga
Cause the police love to break a nigga
Send em upstate cause they straight-up hate the niggaz
So what I do is get a crew of zoo niggaz
Straight fools into rules and do niggaz
And one-time had enough of me
I'm still raw so the law can't fuck with me
They wanna send me to the pen, punk picture that
I stay strapped motherfuckers better get your gat
It ain't easy bein me I can't take it
Life as a celebrity ain't everything they make it
And ever since the movies, these hoes try to do me
If they can't screw me, they find a way to sue me
Now can you picture me coolin, at a night club?
Nothin but love, but motherfuckers wanna mean mug
Since I wear a lot of gold, they plot
Don't know what I got, and get shot with the hot ones
And aww yeah, I wanna feel guilty
but you punk motherfuckers tried to milk me
You'll get smacked behind the hill with my phone on my pager
It's beepin while I cut you with my razor
I'm not violent, I'm petrified and nervous
I got no mercy for these niggaz tryin to serve us
But if you catch me outta pocket, then I'm got
You love to shoot a nigga but you scared to pop a cop
Now drop it
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Strictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my niggaz
Strictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my niggaz
Strictly for my - strictly for my - strictly for my niggaz
Strictly for my niggaz makin G's
[2Pac]
Reflected and disrespected, plus I'm rejected
You're just another rapper, who swears he's makin records
That's what they said - whenever I would walk by
I never tripped though - always kept my head up high
Eventually, I knew that I would find my way
After the darkest night, always comes a brighter day
And some would say, that turned away is all you'll get
I just said, 'bet,' and never let 'em see me sweat
Cause in the end, I knew that I would have it all
while non-believers, were prayin for my downfall
And some would call, and tell me that they wish me well
but in my heart, I'm knowin that they wish me hell
Yo get a real job, rappin doesn't pay the rent
I hate the studio cause that's where all my money went
Never surrender, it's all about the faith you've got
Don't ever stop, just push it til you hit the top
And if you drop, at least you know you gave your all
Be true to you, and that way you can never fall
But beware, these backstabbers ain't no joke
Just like a rope, they hang on you until you're broke
And when you're broke, they move onto the next dope
And there you are, can't even pay your car, nope
And when you reminisce, thinkin how you got dissed
remember how it felt, and then remember this
Be true to you, believe that there's no one bigger
Cause they can all suck dick - it's strictly for my niggaz
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
(This is) This is for the critics if you live up
Pick up my shit or I'll be back doin stickups
I better see five stars next to my picture
If not, Tupac will cop the glock and come knockin to getcha
I told you once motherfucker I'm a nut
Play me like a butt and you'll be bleedin when you're fucked
Niggaz know what's up but they be tryin to hold me down
I'm comin outta Oaktown, bitch fuck around
And it ain't where you from that makes you hardcore
Nigga it's the way you throw them thangs in the war
And to the marks that be talkin all that shit
Screamin out the next nigga's name like a bitch
And the niggaz that I ran into recently
The motherfuckers at the club that pulled the piece on me
You little bitches shoulda pulled the fuckin trigga
Now you live in fear of a heartless-ass nigga
Mr. Troublesome; niggaz tried to play me with the gat
but like Terminator nigga, I'll be back
Yeah! And I'll be back with a fuckin army
You tried to harm me -- ruh-ring the alarm G!
Cause most motherfuckers love to act up
without they backup, when they get jacked up they crack up
It's strictly for my niggaz at the show
so they know, not to play me like a ho (ho!!!)
Strictly for my...
[Chorus 3X (continues afterwards, breaking into ad libs)]

Power.. pow.. power...
Guess who's back? Hahaha, here we go
It's ninety-fo', what's next?
Power.. enter my world
I guess this year gonna be a motherfucker for real niggaz
I swear these playa haters done got a taste of power
It ain't all good in the hood
Least not on my side, from where I stand
And the law? Man, fuck the law!
Niggaz must outthink, outstep, and continuously outsmart
the motherfuckin law, in every way
Key word in ninety-four is 'down low'
Gots to be struggling
I see how the rich got theirs
Nigga I'm legit, shit
Where do we go from here?
(Who's afraid, of the punk police?
To my niggaz run the streets, fuck peace) -- [repeat in background]
Heyyy niggaz, where your heart at?
See motherfuckers killin babies, killin mommas
Killin kids, puttin this in they motherfuckin mark
Now what type of mixed up trick would kill the future of our race
before he would he look his enemy dead in the eye, and open fire?
These crazy motherfuckers got toys with guns
Jails for guns, but still, no god damn jobs
And they wonder why we loc'n up
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go?
[singers singing variations of 'Where do we go from here']
All you niggaz out there
The clouds shook, the world listened
We stood together in April of ninety-two
With duty, and a sense of honor
There is no limit to what WE can achieve
That's all on us... us...
Not my niggaz, not the whites, not the enemies
or none of them motherfuckers, US
What can WE do? Shit
I declare a death sentence to all child molestors
Fake-ass bitches, male and female
And all you punk-ass snitches
We can do without your asshole
Let no man break, what we set
Where do we go from here?
Rest in peace, to Cato, I miss you
All the other real G's that passed away in ninety-three
In ninety-four, and more
What do we do? For us?

[Chorus: I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X)]
I was raised, the little young nigga doin bad shit
Talk much shit cause I never had shit
I could remember being whupped in class
And if I didn't pass mama whupped my ass
Was it my fault papa didn't plan it out
Broke out left me to be the man of the house
I couldn't take it, had to make a profit
Down the block, got a glock, and I clock grip
Makin G's was my mission
Movin enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and
why must I sock a fella, just to live large like Rockefeller
First you didn't give a fuck, but you're learnin now
If you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down
God damn it's a motherfuckin riot
Black people only hate police so don't try it
If you're not from the town then don't pass through
Cause some O.G. fools might blast you
It ain't right but it's long overdue
We can't have peace til the niggaz get a piece too
I want G's so you label me a criminal
And if I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
Here on Earth, tell me what's a blick life worth
A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts
And even when you take the shit
Move counties get a lawyer you can shake the shit
Ask Rodney, LaTasha, and many more
It's been goin on for years, there's plenty more
When they ask me, when will the violence cease?
When your troops stop shootin niggaz down in the street
Niggaz had enough time to make a difference
Bear witness, own our own business
Word to God cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet
First we couldn't afford shit now everything's free
so we loot, please don't shoot when you see
I'm takin from the, cause for years they would take it from me
Now the tables have turned around
You didn't listen, until the niggaz burned it down
And now Bush can't stop the hit
Predicted the shit, in 2Pacalypse
And for once I was down with niggaz, felt good
in the hood bein around the niggaz, yeah
And for the first time everybody let go
And the streets is death row, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
I see no changes, all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it take to make this
one better place, let's erase the wait state
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
Cause both black and white are smokin crack tonight
And only time we deal is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And though it seems heaven-sent
We ain't ready, to have a black President, huh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
I wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living should I blast myself
I'm tired of being 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 ne-gro
Pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero
Mo' nigga mo' nigga mo' niggaz
I'd rather be dead than a po' nigga
Let the Lord judge the criminals
If I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
[Chorus (to :27 from fade)]
Just think, if niggaz decide to retaliate
(Soldier in the house)
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto [4X to fade]

Against all odds, I'm still here nigga
Aiyyy, I got to get my props for 2Pacalypse
O.P.D. -- what??!
When this album come out, niggaz can kiss my ass
Did you think I'd fall?
You think you could stop a motherfucker like me?
Introducing you to my criminal crew
Treach, A.D., Apache, Essential
You got to deal with me on a whole new level motherfucker
Above the Law, Lench Mob, the Underground
Cause I'm gettin paid
gets around and we down in this bitch
And the more you try to keep niggaz away from me
the more I unite with mo' niggaz and mo' niggaz and mo' niggaz
Extra special thanks to my nigga Big John Major
And it's a ghetto in every city and a nigga in every ghetto
I owe him, thanks to my man Mike Cooley and the rest of out fathers
Motherfucker we are unstoppable
And uhh, I'm not goin alive!

[Tupac] They say
[B-Legit] Influenced by crime addicted to grinding
[C-Bo] Where I can pile up my chips
[Richie Rich] And niggas call me one timer
[Tupac] Been Ballin' since my adolecsent years steady climbing
[E-40] Man, you mutha-fuckas don't know nothing about no timing
[Tupac Talking] Thats right boy start that shit off
[Tupac]
I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized
Picutes of me in my final stage, You know Mama cried
But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted
Like I know longer existed, mysteriously missing
I'm know world wide, baby I ain't hard to find
Why I spend most of my time on California crime
Watching for theives and I'm cautious, its like I'm barely breathing
Putting a bullet in mutha-fuckas give me a reason
See me and hope i'm and intoxicated looks like we faded
You tried to play me, now homicide is my only payment
I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead
Why the fuck you cowards keep running, So scared to fire G
For the life of me, I can't see
How mutha-fuckas picture living life after a night
of fucking around with me
And if yah don't like this rhyme then bring you big bad ass
to California
Cuz we ain't hard to find
[B-Legit] Influenced by crime addicted to grinding
[C-Bo] Where I can pile up my chips
[Richie Rich] And niggas call me one timer
[Tupac] Been Ballin' since my adolecsent years steady climbing
[E-40] Man, you mutha-fuckas don't know nothing about no timing
[C-Bo]
I got my locs on hard hat going to war
Breaking them off on sight stopping lives on red lights
Watch 'em pause as I pull out my strap out my drawers
And get the dumping on their ass like the last outlaws
Rich and Tupac and the Cliq smoking blunts and loading clips
With enough shit to raise your whole block in one dip
We bring on horror like tales from the crypt
And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick
[B-Legit]
I'm fully automatic full of static and shit
Moving dodge van fifty rounds in the clip
I'm riding shot gun put the [tint in the back]
I'm planning on having a mutha-fuckin' mit in this rap
I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O where selling narcotics is all I know
I got slow speed blue whatever your kind
And if yah need a mutha-fucka I ain't hard to find
[C-Bo]
Some of 'em may call it low speed but I call it timin'
That's why I keeps on grinding
To a point where a nigga can't stop
To much feelings and shit thats why I'm quick to peel a bitch
Whether its a nigga or a hoe a hoe
Get in my way then that ass gots to go
Cuz a nigga steady plotting I serve hit for hit
And mutha-fuckas keep dropping
[B-Legit] Influenced by crime addicted to grinding
[C-Bo] Where I can pile up my chips
[Richie Rich] And niggas call me one timer
[Tupac] Been Ballin' since my adolecsent years steady climbing
[E-40] Man, you mutha-fuckas don't know nothing about no timing
[E-40]
Down the steps down the broken down apartment complex
Heavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scary
Playboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama play
Nigga what the fuck you got a gun if yah gonna hesitate
Best ta shake and bake although my was first to ask niggas
Mutha-fuckas thought I wasn't going do something ask niggas
Threatin' your life it ain't like you love 'em
Bury your thoughts take his head fuckin' half ready
[Richie Rich]
I grew up with that nigga, threw up with that nigga
I hear he trying to ride the legend for the other side
But now my glock be so judgemental
Back seat of a rental keep my name out your dental nigga
If your gum bleed and you bleeding more than 20 sticthes
You behave like them bitches
Side ways to the next heavy in the game
Check the resident It's all the same
Nigga and we ain't hard to find
... why them niggas acting like they can't find like like they can't see us
and like we don't be at the same spots that they be at...

[2Pac]
Yeah
Pour out a little liquor for your homies nigga
This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie
(Light up a fat one for this one)
How you come up man?
I started young kickin dust and, livin rough
You watch you mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss man
I had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets
And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh
I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five
We drinkin forties, lil' shorties livin naughty lives
You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, FUCK the coppers
Hangin on the block, slangin rocks and makin profits
I couldn't fuck with the schhhoooollll life, I was a fool
I'll play that motherfucker for a toooollll man
Tonight'll be the night that's what we figurin
Hustlin in the rain felt no pain cause we drinkin
Playin them hoes like manure
First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck that's how we do it (ha ha!)
It's two niggaz comin up out the hood
livin life just as good as we could
But since a bitch can't be trusted
Hoes snitched to the po-lice, now my nigga's busted
The cops whoopin on my nigga in jail
tryin to get a motherfucker to tell
And couldn't nobody diss my nigga
Damn, I miss my nigga
Pour out a little liquor!
'My cousin died last year and I still can't let go' [4X]
This goes out to all you so called G's
Pour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin partners
Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh
Pour out a little liquor
Pour out a little liquor
What's that you drinkin on?
Drinkin on gin, smokin on blunts and it's on
Reminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and gone
And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry
Cause I'm losin all my homies and I worry
I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle
Boxin with them suckers til my knuckles turn purple
Mama told me, 'Son there'll be days like this'
Don't wanna think so -- I hit the drink and stay blitzed
We had plans of bein big time G's
Rolling in marked cars, movin them keys
And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo
Get to' down for my niggaz in the pen, yo
Your son's gettin big and strong
and I'd love'm like one of my own, til you come home and
the years sure fly with the quickness
You do the time, and I'll keep handlin yo' business
That's the way it's supposed to be
Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for me
Homie, I can remember scrapin back to back
Throwin dogs on them suckers runnin up on this young hog
I hope my words can paint a perfect picture
And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya
Pour out some liquor!
'My cousin died last year and I still can't let go'
Look at you
Drinkin got you where you don't even give respect to your partners
Pour out some liquor nigga!
It ain't like that
Tip that shit over
Pour out a little liquor!
'My cousin died last year and I still can't let go' [4X]
This for my nigga Madman
Dagz, Hood, Silk yeah
A little liquor for my homies y'all
We in this motherfuckin piece YEAH
Pour out a little liquor
Young Queen, YEAH
This one goes out to all my mack partners
Back in the motherfuckin Bay
Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house
(Pour out a little liquor)
My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na
(I don't care, Nighttrain, Henessey)
All my real motherfuckin partners
(Pour out a little liquor)
And all my real partnas in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggaz
Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor!!

[church bells ring in background]
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist
street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album;
resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault
on Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
and several other corny sounding motherfuckers
are understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is --
why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment
but released this statement:
[Makaveli]
It's not about East or West
It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money,
riders and punks. Which side are you on?
[gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground]
These niggaz is still fuckin talkin?
You niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight
Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches
(All day, everyday)
It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers
(The pump in yo' ass)
This is it nigga! Killuminati style
(Outlaw lifestyle)
Makaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it!
[Makaveli]
Allow me to introduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran
Niggaz get shook like 5-0
My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival
Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?
Located world wide like the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty
Born on a dopefiend's titty.. huh
In every city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare
I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs down to die for yours
Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em
Cut 'em down.. to Hell is where we send 'em
My whole team, trained to explode ride or die
Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry
Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters
And not a whimper 'til I'm gone
Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong
(Ha ha ha)
Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!
West coast ridah, comin right behind ya
Should've never fucked wit meeee
I want money hoes sex and weeeed
I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!
[Chorus]
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight
But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We ain't even come to fight tonight
But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first
[E.D.I. Amin]
For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays
They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers
Got nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go
I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general
And I be a soldier on a mission
Sent to do, what you'll never do
and that's ride for the cause
Yes I'll die for the cause
Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch
Yo I'm dyin with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi"
If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin cash mayne
then what is your motherfuckin purpose? None can serve us
E.D.I. Amin born worthless
That's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!
[Young Noble]
Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather
Causin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough
Half rapper half drug kingpin
Yer tellin fairy tales dunn
"King of New York," like you the motherfuckin one?
But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit
From the Claire down to North Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips
Gettin rich, even though it's hard
Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls
without scarred by a revolv'
with no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
[Makaveli]
Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin
Don't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's, and thug niggaz on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's, and thug niggaz on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first

F/ Dr. Dre
California love!
1-California...knows how to party
California...knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol' Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!
Verse One: Dr. Dre
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness
The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
the state where ya never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends
I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
ever since honeys was wearin sassoon
Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace
It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay
Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin it down for
Californ-i-a
(repeat 1)
2-Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it mama
Shake it Cali
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it shake it shake it...
Verse Two: 2Pac
Out on bail fresh outta jail, California dreamin
Soon as I stepped on the scene, I'm hearin hoochies screamin
Fiendin for money and alcohol
the life of a west side playa where cowards die
Only in Cali where we riot not rally to 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 Long Beach to Rose Grands
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

Ay Trusty Trusty, what you want man?
Aww nigga let me get one of them ciggarettes, damn!
Shit, come on bastard, get the phone for a nigga
Use the phone, aww nigga get the phone for me man
What's the number? 323-6545, tell her it's Pac
[Chorus: repeat 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
I heard a snicker a laugh, I 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 out to get out, they all thought
I blow up like 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
These are lessons that I learned in jail
Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell
Now I'm workin with connects that I got in the pen
In no time I'll be clockin again
[Chorus]
Heyyy, 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's 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
but man, 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 her so I planned, in misery
The nigga you don't wanna see
[Chorus 3X]
When I get free, believe that shit
Yeah nigga fuck your cigarette, fuck that phone call motherfucker
I'll be out this motherfucker in a few days
I'll pay these bitches back in spades
Punk ass bastards, long as my AK flexes
we gonna play these bitches
That's how we do this shit
Fuck that I'm out, C.O. turn the fuckin lights out!

[Tupac]
Ohh shit! Jumped on my man's dick
Heard he had a twelve inch, now the bitch is lovesick
Who's to blame, the guy or the groupie?
Heard I was down with D.U., now she wants to do me
Oooh-wee! This is the life
New bitch every night, never tripped off a wife
It ain't right, but it's cool how they come quick
Don't try to flip with the lip cause I run shit
Hip hip, hooray for the AK
Spray when I lay competition, what a great day
Make pay, next is the wet sex
Hexed with the vex now they wreck with the complex
I'm set, wonder what I tote, check
Bloody as a coat-check, snappin motherfuckers necks
Revenge so sweet when it comes from
niggaz get done with the drum, watch my foes run
Nigga keeps comin when they can't slip
Full of that shit, another hit from Tha' Lunatic
[Stretch]
Yeah, fuck that God! Word up
Blowin niggaz out the motherfuckin frame yaknahmsayin?
Constantly.. fuck that trick, we ain't havin it
[Tupac]
Leave me the fuck alone, you gets none of this
It's suicidal, you lose your title like Doug-las
Cause I'm nothin nice and, I'm icin like Tyson
I'm grippin the mic and, my DJ is slicin
I'm tired of motherfuckers steppin to me with the SAME OLD
Tryin to do me like Nintendo
How the fuck you think I ever got this far?
By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star
Cause I'm out to show, that I'm a dope MC
Think crack had you fiendin, wait'll they get a load of me
Bitches on my dick, like a motherfuckin 'conda
Niggaz wanna flip, let em step, and I'll bomb em
See somethin you want, why don't you come and get it
And then get waxed and taxed, like the government
Then I leave you sittin there, wonder where your money went
While your bitch is callin me, tellin me to come again
Nigga I'm loc'ed, when I smoke, from the indo
But we can be friends though, after you get broke like a window
That's what you provoked, and now you're smoked out
Lookin like a bitch, cause your whole fuckin posse, broke out
Punk motherfucker couldn't roll on
He couldn't hold on, game is too strong, nigga
Leave me the fuck alone, you gets none of this
Feel the wrath.. and revenge of Tha' Lunatic
[Stretch]
Yeah Tu', tell them motherfuckers, word up
We ain't havin it, NONE of that shit!!
Bitch ass niggaz, niggaz can't fuck with us Tu', word up
Ninety-one, we takin this WHOLE motherfucker over
Niggaz got PROBLEMS in ninety-one
Ninety-two, and ninety-three
and all that other shit, word up!
[Tupac]
Recognize game when it smacks your bitch I'm back to rip
Puttin this on the map with this mackin shit
Time will tell if it's made well
Well I raise hell and excel cause it pays well
Jordan couldn't dunk it any harder, pump it any farther
I'm funky, that's word to the father
Act like you know 'fore I thump, the bolo
Thought you was a pimp, now you're simpin for my solo
Oh no, not another new jack, swearin that he's ruthless
Ducked, and now he's fucked and left toothless
I can hear the fear in your flow, you ain't prepared
You're scared and you're bound to go
It's somethin, I guess I let the beat keep bumpin
Stop trippin off these niggaz cause they ain't about nuttin
Or should I say NAYthin
Punk put my tape in, fuck all the fake-in
I'm sick of the bullshit
Come equipped and get ready to rip
or get the dick of Tha' Lunatic
[Stretch]
Ahhhh yeah! FUCK THAT! (the motherfuckin lunatic)
YouknowhatI'msayin? Yes Tu'!
Tell them niggaz what time it is knahmsayin?
(punk motherfuckers, get the dick of the lunatic)
Niggaz can't fuck with us, word up
Bitch ass niggaz, FUCK EM!
[Tupac]
Fuck all them niggaz
I'm tellin these niggaz that they ain't got..
NAYthin on a nigga like me
We squashin these punk motherfuckers in ninety-one
ninety-two ninety-three.. and SO on
So let the beat FLOAT on
While I spray these PUNK BITCHES
with these dope ass lyrics
Thanks to Poppa for supplyin the DANK
Now it's money in the BANK
And all y'all niggaz shit STANK
compared to this shit..
Fuck y'all punk bitches!
Tha' Lunatic [ echoes to fade ]

'You could get the finger.. the middle!' [1]
'Come and get some!' [2]
[2Pac]
Ahh yeah, they love to point the finger
[1] [2]
Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
[1] [2] Niggaz love to point the finga
Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
[1] [2]
[2Pac]
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point the finga
I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer
I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops
I brought proof that the niggaz need guns too
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this:
wouldn't you if we could trade places?
I got lynched by some crooked cops, and to this day
them same motherfuckers on the beat gettin major paid
But when I get my check they takin tax out
So, we payin for these pigs to knock the blacks out
Ain't that a bitch, some officers are gettin rich
Whoopin on thugs and robbin drug dealers for they shit
As far as jealousy, bein a celebrity
No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me
And the media is greedier than most
You could sell em your soul or they'll be on ya til a niggaz ghost
And everyday I read the paper there's another lie
They show my picture for the crimes of another guy
Now how's that for the life of a big shot
A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot
I play them nuttin ass marks in the park
for tryin to earn they stripes in the dark
Just cause I come there, don't mean I from there, peep:
only jealous motherfuckers beef, and point the finga
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
[1] [2]
[2Pac]
As I run up on em madman, a nutcase with a screw loose
A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies
Niggaz run to me don't come to me with beef
Take your jewels and your jeep, boom boom! Let that ass sleep
It's gettin hectic, niggaz run, quick
Buckshots are the payback for dumb shit
All you niggaz on the block tryin to test me
Best wear a vest or get open like, sesame
I'll run up on you mad deep; while you're tryin to sleep
I'm steady pumpin bullets in your sheets
Wake up, motherfucker, don't stutter
Point blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah!
Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme, mine
Ban my rhymes, now I'm back to bustin, nines
And bustaz can't get none, hell no
A quick flurry and he's buried with a swelled jaw
I came up from the amateurs to pro hits
at 5-0, so you know I take no shit
And everybody wants to kill a bringer
of bad news, so they choose, to point the finga
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
One two three, peace to the real G's
Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me
I bring skills and I build, kill at will
Smoke sess til I'm ill, still feel me?
I say one two three, peace to the real G's
Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me
Pick it up, pick it up, give it up
Best to duck or get fucked for your bucks
Scream one two three, peace to the real G's
Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me
I can't give up, it's a black thang
And I ain't goin back to the crack game
(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)
Bitches, let em point the finga
(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)
Snitches, let em point the finga
Yo, one two three, peace to the real G's
Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me
I guess nobody loves a rap singer
That's why these motherfuckers.. (hahaha!) point the finga
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Chorus 3/4]

(feat. Richie Rich)
(If she didn't wanna fuck then she never would've called you) [Repeated]
Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson.
It's all good.
[Chorus]
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
[Repeat]
[Verse 1: Richie Rich]
Jack of all trades ballin' like Jordan you punk
fake inside the paint in fact I know you can't
do half of the shit that you was claimin' in the county
Suckas on yo jock you claim you run the block
Polyurethane busta cracked in half
you claim you folding bank but I know yo bank stank
I lived around the corner I seen you fully smoked
Must I say some more you weighed a buck 04
you sold ya TV for a buck cause it was way too late
Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight
You's a baller lying to them youngstas quick
got them thinking you sick and representing yo click
But you's an old basehead kickin' too much hype
yo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes
And if they knew yo identity
you'd probably be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh)
You ain't got to lie to kick it.
[Chorus 4x]
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
You ain't got to lie to kick it
y'all don't hear me
I got these niggas yackin' in my face
about some shit that never took place
And what you see is what you get
that's what he told me
I peeped it in his pose
exposed the fucking phony
I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie
with them bitches they be freaky
they don't know me
Hey it's gettin drastic
Gunnin niggas down cause they plastic
Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked
and stuffed in a casket
Rippin' the shit like it's my muthafucking last hit
Hey they wonder why a nigga's nothin' nice
and everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson
Cause I know the real on the bitch
she got to skit ya just to get a nigga's riches (fuck that bitch)
I pray to God that the bitch don't get no dick
and got a nigga screamin' Fuck That Bitch!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Pac Rich]
Well if a bitch'll be a bitch
Then a trick'll be a trick
I've got my nigga Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix
this is Thug Life baby rollin' hoes like Vogues
Stay the fuck up out of mine
and I'll stay out of yours
It's a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn't understand
This Tanqueray got me screamin' Fuck yo' man.
But now you beefing on the strength
that you was thinkin' I was jocking
Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I'm steady clockin'
and if it ain't about a buck I gives a fuck
it's raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck
so what's up with them low life bitches tryin' to play me
Bitch you better see Trojan about yo' baby (Ha ha)
Trickin' niggas better catch up on they pimpin'
Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slipping
[Chorus 'til end]

Throw them thangs [X3]
The quicker the nigga can go on
The faster the nigga can get his dough on
Then I can hit my flow and get my ho on
Them niggas don't know what goes on
They trying to fuck with all they clothes on
Then act up when all the hoes gone
Are you ready for my flow? hit me (Hoooooooo!) [X3]
Stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go
I'm quick to kill a nigga any nigga feel me nigga
You can't fade me I'm way to fucking real nigga
2Pacalypse Now still down with the Underground
Niggas get clowned when I come around
Boom boom motherfucker and it don't stop
Fuck a cop pass the glock and it won't stop
If ya ready for my flow hit me (Hoooooooo!) [X3]
Stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go
If ya wondering the thunder and the trouble
Is coming from the rebel as I hit ya from the lower level
Hit me once fucking D M and two times
Popping like two nines hitting 'em with new rhymes
I can make you love me
Best to chill with the nigga 'cause ya sure can't punch me
If ya feel me let me hear ya say (Rock that shit) [X3]
'Cause ain't a nigga alive that can stop the hit
[Spice1]
Hey, hold on young 'Pac
Motherfuckers ain't riding no hookers out here
Punk motherfuckers think the town
Ain't got handle bars on and shit
And ya lie to get slapped behind here
With a motherfucking motor, punk sissy
[2Pac]
Tell them motherfucking square ass niggas
Check this out
Y'all fonna come up off those motherfucking thangs
'Cause I ain't fonna be up in sweating for nothing
Ya little punk square nigga
I'm quick to spit the shit get ya open
Straight outta Oakland
Fuck the law get ya jaw broken
Ba ba ba bang bang nigga it's a stick up dee
Turn the kick up I'm ready to rip the shit up G
They got me hype hype hyper, am I hype enough?
Pass the blunt motherfucker let me light shit up
And pump ya fist like this
'Cause the cops can't flip on a whole damn clique
So suck dick
What they hitting 'fo? Double up nigga it's on
The type of nigga that likes to bone with the lights on
If ya ready for a nigga hit me (Hooooooo!) [ X3]
Stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go
Yes some of you niggas are bitches too
Little square motherfuckers trying to get to who?
Pop pop never made it to ya punk ass clique
Talk shit now ya gotta get ya punk ass whipped
For the bitches that be trying to work a nigga (fuck that bitch)
For the tramps that be trying to jerk a nigga (fuck that tric)
For the rollers that be trying to urk a nigga (fuck the cops)
I'ma hustle and you punks can't hurt me nigga
If ya ready for a nigga hit me (Hooooooo!) [ X3]
Stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go
uh, uh, yeah
Let them thangs go

[Intro:]
Ha ha ha...fuck all y'all...fuck all y'all...I don't need nobody
Fuck 'em...Fuck all y'all
[Verse 1]
Money gone fuck friends
I need a homie that know me
when all these muthafuckin' cops be on me
I got problems ain't nobody calling back
now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats
Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl
Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
all we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
we had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin' cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
a nigga just got paid and we still was broke
It took time but finally the cash was mine
all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
Look around and all I see is snakes and faces
like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's
and when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends
They straight busted and can't be trusted fuck y'all
[Chorus]
Fuck all y'all [2x]
[Verse 2]
I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use
cause I'm a hopeless thug
Ain't no love reminiscing on how close we was
way back in the day before they put the crack in the way
and heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day
It's gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court
I recollect we used to ball now just living's enough
I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall
Thug for life scrawled all across the wall
and all about my dollars make me wanna holla
drop an album sell a million give a fuck about tomorrow
I know it's gettin' crazy after dark
these marks keep on huffin' and puffin'
ain't no fear in my heart
What's going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive
I still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate thai
In 94 I'll be going solo
too many problems with my own
so I'm rolling do-do
Fuck all y'all
[Chorus 3x]
[Verse 3]
I went from rags to riches quick
to socializing with the baddest bitches
went from a bucket to a rag with switches
I'm seein' death around the corner
I'm bumpin' Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna
I'm getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai
mixed with some indonesia watch me fly
And even though I know the cops behind me
hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)
will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
Fuck the law give a shit I'm even worse than before
I know they wanna see a nigga buried
but I ain't worried still throwing these thangs
got me locked in these chains
and hey nigga what the fuck is you wailin' 'bout
soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out
And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball
I'm screaming Thug Life nigga fuck y'all
[Repeat of intro]

Brenda's got a Baby
Brenda's got a Baby
I hear Brenda's got a baby
Well, Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame
Tha girl can hardly spell her name
(That's not her problem, that's up ta Brenda's family)
Well let me show ya how it affects tha whole community
Now Brenda never really knew her moms and her dad was a
junky
Went in debt to his arms, it's sad
Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
Just cause your in tha ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow
But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes ta resist tha temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch tha joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when tha check came they got first dibs
Now Brendas belly is gettin bigger
But no one seems ta notice any change in her figure
She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
In love with tha molester, whos sexed and crazy
And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together,
whatever
He left her and she had tha baby solo, she had it on tha
bathroom floor
And didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away and
what ta keep
She wrapped tha baby up and threw him in tha trash heep
I guess she thought she'd get away
Wouldn't hear tha cries
She didn't realize
How much tha tha little baby had her eyes
Now tha babys in tha trash heep balling
Momma can't help her, but it hurts ta hear her calling
Brenda wants ta run away
Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, tha social workers here
everyday
Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed
So now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sell
So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell
It's payin tha rent, so she really can't complain
Prostitute, 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)

[2pac] (talking)
I wanna be...
Yo let me fuck that nigga down
You heard that shit nigga
Ay yo what you doin with that big ass
My ghetto love song
Set it off, set it off
Let's be friends
Where my niggaz at
Where my niggaz, where my niggaz
Where my niggaz at, all my real niggaz
Where my niggaz, where my niggaz
Let's be friends (throw ya hands in the air)
There's no need to front (let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)
Let's be friends (westside in this mother fucker right here)
(throw ya hands in the air)
Westside
[2pac - Verse 1]
Approach you and post a minute (yeah)
All on my double-R tinted *car screech*
As you pass bye winkin
My eye, freshly scented
What's the happs baby? (what's up?)
Come get with me and perhaps lady
You can help me multiply my stacks baby (ha ha ha get money baby)
Currency seem small i need companionship (hey)
Through with that scandalous shit
I bet your man ain't shit (ain't shit)
So why you hesitating?
Actin like your shit don't stink
Check out my diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)
This be a thug paid, outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreamin mother fucker, on a mash for bitches (bitch)
Check my resume, sippin on crystalle and allazay *coughing*
Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way (Westside!)
Don't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth
I can't stand no sneaker-wearing nappy head bitch (word)
Let my letters read, read briefly, they're so cheap
Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called cum, who the man?
While tuggin on your made bitch head (westside!)
Understand this, ain't no nigga like me
Fuck Jay-z, he broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all)
Baby let's be friends
(Chorus)
Friends (where my niggaz at? come on y'all)
No need to front, let's be friends (where my niggaz at, all my niggaz)
Because I know you want to fuck (where my bitches at)
Let's be friends
No need to front, let's be friends
Because I know you want to fuck
[2pac - Verse 2]
I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass got me checkin for you hardcore
Staring and watchin, me and you one on one (see that)
Picture countless options
Was it prophecy?
Clear as day, visions on top of me (oh my god)
Erotic, psychotic, would possess my body (yes, yes, yes)
Far from a quest I wanna bust your guts
And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts
You got me 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 you used to me
What's up in 9-6? fine tricks in drag
Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass
Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen (come here baby, come here!)
Got my hands on your thighs now let me in-between
That's friends
(Chorus)
Friends (Where my niggaz at? hahah,
Where my bitches at? Throw ya guns in the air)
No need to front, let's be friends
(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)
Because I know you want to fuck,
Let's be friends (Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at? Where my niggaz at?)
No need to front, let's be friends (Where my niggaz at?)
(Where my bitches at? Where my people at?)
Because i know you want to fuck
Let's be...
[2pac - Verse 3]
Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
I got em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch (Ha Ha!)
Was it me or the fame?
My dick or the game?
Bet I scream 'westside' when I came (westside!)
Scream my name
Cause baby it's the licoius ghetto 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!
I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
Fuck player hatin niggaz cause they cock block (cock block)
You probably hate to see a real thug with vision 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, seeing you naked
It's a fuck song check the record (so check my record)
Chorus x 4
[2pac] (talking over chorus)
Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at
Where my bitches at? Show me where my bitches at (come on)
Where my people at? Show me where my people at (right here)
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
(westside in this motherfucker)
All my niggaz now, this for niggaz here
(come on! westside in this motherfucker right here)
Where my niggaz at? Just for niggaz now
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches? (westside in this motherfucker)
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches be? (come on)
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches?
(westside in this motherfucker right here)
Where my down gettin bitches? The cash gettin niggaz (come on)
Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at (westside in this motherfucker)
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Be friends, tell me where my people at (ha ha, my ghetto love song)
Make money, take money, be friends (you know)
Make money, take money (6X)
Let's get paid
Come on, get your cash on
Let's get paid

(feat. J. Phoenix, Nas)
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong, that's just for us
Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
That's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
... at thug mansion
[Verse One: 2Pac]
A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion
[Chorus: J. Phoenix + (Nas)]
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessy, laid back and cool
Every hour, cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright (I wanna go)
Nothin but peace (I wanna go) love (I wanna go nigga)
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion
[Verse Two: Nas]
A place where death doesn't reside, just thugs who collide
Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her
This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me
Only difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe
Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin
I'm just twenty-some-odd years, I done lost my mother
And I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur
Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more
Cause one day we'll all be together, sippin heavnly champagne
where angels soar, with golden wings in thug's mansion
[Chorus w/o Nas]
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday
Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came
Little LaTasha sho' grown
Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion
[Chorus]

(feat. Outlawz)
Y'all ain't never just tripped and pictured
And just looked at the whole situation
Cause once u look at it
You know
(really do)
They don't give a fuck about us
They don't give a fuck about us
They don't give a fuck about us
Thuggin' till the day I die
They don't give a fuck about us
And when I start to rise
A hero in their children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us
[Tupac]
Some say niggaz is hard headed cause we love to trick
Equipped with game so we bang wit this thuggish shit
I see you trying to hide
Hoping that nobody don't notice
You must always remember you still a member of the hopeless
See ya black like me
So you snap like me
When these devils try to plot
Trap our young black seeds
Look it
Cops are just as crooked as the niggas they chasin'
Lookin' for role models
Our father figures is bases
Some say they expect Illuminati take my body to sleep
Niggas at the party with they shotties
Just as rowdy as me
Before I flee computer chips
I gotta deal wit brothas flippin
I don't see no devils bleedin'
Only black blood drippin
We can change
Whatcha now say?
I'm watchin niggaz work their lives out without pay (huh)
Whatever it takes to switch places wit the bustas on top
I'm bustin' shots make the world stop
They don't give a fuck about us
[Chorus]
And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
(Nobody)
Cause they don't give a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us
And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us
[EDI]
It's the morning after and now all the laughter is gone
Time to reflect on what you did cause they saying you wrong
I'm sure you had your reasons dawg
I don't doubt you
See the simple fact of the matter is they don't give a fuck about you
Or them five mouths you forced to feed (uh-huh)
No including yourself
All you want is what they perceiving as greed
So as you loaded up that mack and continue to buck em
I was on paper
Thinking they don't give a fuck about us
[Tupac]
I'm seeing it clearer
Hating the picture in the mirror
They claim we inferior
So why the fuck these devils fear ya?
I'm watching my nation die genocide the cause
Expect a blood bath
The aftermath is y'alls
I told ya last album, we need help cause we dying
Give us a chance, help us advance cause we trying
Ignore my whole plea, watching us in disgust
And then they beg when my guns bust
They don't give a fuck about us
[Chorus x2]
And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us
[Kastro]
Now all my homies got love for me
Down to catch a slug for me
Guaranteed to bleed deeply
Now that's love
Shit
Nobody else could give a fuck
If I'm tore down, from the floor down
Six-feet deep in the cut
What the fuck done went wrong
How long will I be mourned?
When I'm gone, same song
Ain't gave a fuck all along
And who am I to blame em?
Just do or die through the rainin'
Since they don't give a fuck
I don't
Feel what I'm saying?
[Kadafi]
Now thug niggaz die but multiply in doubles
Wrapped in plastic
Or closed casket for our troubles
Pressed in times
We busted like bubbles
With the police
This nation's peace sent here to run you
Now look at what this crooked world has come to
I grew up on the other side of perfect, a life of hurtin'
Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin certain
So I spent your time in poor and working
I see no reason
So I stay ballin' season to season
Why you stuck thinking that they give a fuck?
[Napolean]
You tell me my world is in peace, but nigga your lying
Cause half of my niggas, long gone, buried in the dirt just for trying
Sometimes I think my block is dying
And that it's awful
To wake up to another day, shit ain't change that all fool
I wake up sweatin, dreamin, coughin
Seein' me upside down backwards head twisted
While I'm layin in the coffin
The shit comes around so often
So tell me something
Before I take it out on the world, and get to dumpin'
Nigga I been so through pain go through the struggle
Doin the same thing you did at my age and that's hustlin
On the edge of straight bustin'
Well since you don't give a fuck
I be frontin
And I'ma drink my Hennessey like it ain't nothin
[Outro x2]
Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
They don't give a fuck about us
While I'm kickin rhymes, getting to their children's minds
Now they give a fuck about us
They wanna see us die, they kick us every time we try
They don't give a fuck about us
So while I'm getting high, I'm watching as the world goes by
Cause they don't give a fuck about us

(feat. Outlawz & Big Syke)
[Chours]
there u go.....acting like a hoe....
(I don't know why I'll be fucking wit ch'u)
[Pac]
Was it the liqour
that makes me act blind?
the times I'm with her
ananomous pictures
of other niggas tryin to kiss her
will i love her,or shall I dis her
I'm sick of this scandalous shit I deal wit
tryin to paint a perfect picture!
My momoriez of jeliousy no longer care free....
Cause so much bullshit your girlfriendz keep tellin me
I'm on tall but now my bedroomz an open door
so it got me thinking what am i tryin for?
When I was young I was so very dumb
Eger to please, a lil'Trick on a mission tryin 2 get'em up P
Me and my niggaz is Thug niggaz!, forming no Drug Dealerz!
We don'l love bitchez!,and believe they don't love niggaz!
I got'em plain by attraction
But you became a distraction a threat to my paper stacking
I thought you'd change, but now i know
Can't turn a hoe into a house wife baby
And there u go.......
[Chours]
There u there u go, acting like a hoe
There u there u go, acting like a hoe!
there u there u go, acting like a hoe
Acting like a hoe, acting like a hoe!
See tha word on tha streetz your
just a groopy on a world tour
Now I find out for myself your
Girl you nedd to check yourself.......
[Kastro]
You need to check this, I got this game twisted
so I don't claim'em, just bang'em...
Papa raised a playa, so playa I'll play'em
I got hoez, that got more hoez than me
So how I love getting hooked like I ain't got G
Truly, cutie, booty babe!
But that ain't enough
And tha head make me bag, still that just ain't enough
When I don't trust her, bitch be lien too much
She be dieing to fuck me, you be buying tha stuff....
[Young Noble]
See old friend I know..

[Macadoshis]
It was a dope spot from y'all
One on one strappin'
That's the way it was when the four of us was strappin'
I'm a fuckin' class from the Gs in the hood
Puttin' worth, did some dirt
Now a snitch never would
Blowin' fat jag blunts with my nigga P
Growin' up
Time comin' back sippin Henessey
We said we seniors are old
And I felt like a god man bitch
And i had my pickup '85 bitch
And my family was known to be great
See Syke Moore representin' no matter who sets it on
Street power
Why you niggas flip and you thug shit
I be by my motherfuckin' grip
Numba nos
Cause we three million minds
Remember that
Damn its a shame
But still I'm in the game
I'm tryin to get street fame
[chorus]
[Syke]
Don't blame my mama
Don't blame my daddy
I know they wish they never had me
In and out of jail by 12
Failing out of school
Cause I was livin' by the street rules
Hangin with hoes
Droppin dawgs as a little loot
I was gettin my respect but i was still rude
Into the game and slang
Into the cocaine
With 'em double ups
We slangin them whole things
Hey I just told my mail man
You hangin like a bail
And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail
Everbody says he's sold and I'm outta control
Motherfuckers gossip and I still roll
Bitches want my cash on my dash on my pac-vit
They wouldn't know a motherfucker if he didn't have shit
So while I'm ballin and kickin up dust
Get your score fresh
Bitch made niggas know not to fuck with us
Cause I'm livin on the edge
I'm blastin lead
Wanted by the feds they got to take me dead
So fuck it try to work it in the inner city
In the land of no pity
I made it by the street fame
[chorus]
[Rated R]
Super storm made it by street fame
I had to make some people feel the pain
In this dirty game
I know I'm on my way to hell
Hey yo gather it up for all the niggas that have been smoked
The hood that took me under
A nigga gots the heart
Don't get it twisted cause I'm mad with my homey's score
I kill for my niggas, my niggas kill for me
That's the love you get from your drug for you pootie
It works, see?
I'm a G
Would a gang of niggas have to reach and appeal me
Cause I smoked their homey
Well don't feel proud
Cause around here thats what makes it worse
I smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off them
They don't stop
Through my casket drop-top let me ride
All i want is Shatmo
He's a god
And it don't matter if a rapper plays
Cause I cought the back of some minds
Fuck the fame
[chorus]
[fade out]

Expect me nigga, like you expect Jesus to come back
Expect me nigga
I'm coming ...
Expect me nigga, like you expect Jesus to come back
Expect me nigga
I'm coming ...

Hahaha
Oh yeah
My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (never)
Hahaha
Yeah
My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down
Yeah
My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (hey)
(Westside, westside)
Part two of the war
Bring it, lets do it
Huhuhuh
[Verse 1: Tupac]
Cross this nigga here
Now Biggie tell me who do you fear?
Ain't a living soul breathing shall pump no fear here
My last four flashed then I mashed his ass
Bastard
Fuck with me bet I blast your ass
So many follow but can't reach me
Caught in a maze
Catch em
Mimicking my style trying to walk this way
Impossible my posse dropping you
We Death Row riders
No need to beg motherfucker ain't no mercy inside us
Feeling blessed
The richer I get the more I stress
Smoking lye watching time fly, waiting for death
Dear God I been feeling like I'm close to Jesus
Paranoid with my pistols close, smoking trees
Keep my eyes on my foes, those close to me
Watching niggas catch strays, shake, choke and bleed
A mercenary for the streets
Check my pedigree
Busting motherfuckers it's the thug in me
Now niggas talk a lotta Bad Boy shit
Then get to squealing
Bitch made catching feeling
Hahaha
[Chorus X2]
Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feelings
[Verse 2: Napolean]
Yeah, Napolean..
Picture me sipping on 1-5-1
Drunk then a motherfucker
Dropping my gun
Or as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun
But that ain't me
Dog my minds now clear
And that ain't fair dog
Your heart pump fear
In the state I *censored*
You better hide nigga *censored* is near
And you know just as well I do
You ain't no killer
So kill that
You wouldn't kill if you had to
We might wobble but we don't fall down
We take the gospel from Makaveli
Pass it around
Ahhhh, shit
We gonna taste the power
We started the thug trend
The game is ours
Now we coast together
Put our thoughts together
Won't question will we die together
Cause the hour is soon to come
Kadafi trained soldier
I show you how to use your gun
Bring it
[Chorus x2]
Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feelings
[Verse 3]
We Yelling
M - A - D - E
N - I - Double G
Motherfuckers
And we here to stay
From curb surfing
We working the industry
You kidding me
It's really nothing to me and my king
You see
We in the big things
Eat a dick man
If your hating
We gone ride
'Till the wheels fall off
Pay attention
Screaming
Bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound (ugh)
Ride or die niggas
And we hunting you down
Representing all the real niggas stuck in the trap
Banging out with the po po
Trying to get to some mo'
Street life
Young strugglers
Racing the clock
Ain't no telling when it all can end
Roll or rock
That's the world
With feelings
This a mans world youngin'
The bitches in business
So learn a 'lil something
Stop running your mouth
You're on the verge of squealing
Bitch made catching feelings
Nigga
[Chorus x2]
Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feelings
[Verse 4]
Everybody's a gangsta
But don't put in work
Instead of putting on the armor
Niggas put on a skirt
These drugs ain't helping
It only making it worse
And the streets ain't got nothing for me but herbs
I can't trust the church or the mobs
I can only trust God
And to tell you the truth I gotta ride
I only roll with the real
Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed
[Chorus x3]
Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feelings

Say he wanna be
Shorty's gonna be a Thug
Said he wanna be
One day he's gonna be
Said he's wanna be
Shorty's gonna be a Thug
Said he's gonna be
One day he gonna be
Say he wanna be
Shorty's gonna be a Thug
Said he gonna be
One day he's gonna be
Said he wanna be
Shorty's gonna be a Thug
He was a nice middle class nigga
But nobody knew the evil he'd do
When he got a little bigger
Get off the final blaze
While puffing on a Newport
plottin' on a another way to catch a case
Was only sixteen, yet convicted as a felon
With a bunch of old niggas
But you the only one who ain't telling
I tell you it's a cold world, stay in school
You tell me its a man's world, play the rules
And fade fools, 'n break rules until we major
Blaze up, getting with hoes through my pager
Was raised up, commencing to money makin' tactics
It's getting drastic, niggas got automatics
My fingers on the trigga, Tell the lord
To make way for another straight Thug Nigga
I'm sitting getting buzzed, looking for some luv
from the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug
Chorus
Said he gonna be
Say he gonna be
One day he's gonna be
Shorty's gonna be a Thug
Said he gonna be
One day he gonna be
Say he wanna be
Shorty's gonna be a Thug
Said he wanna be
One day he gonna be
Say he wanna be
Shorty's gonna be a Thug
Straight from the Hall to the Penn
Adolescent nigga scaling weight
and standing Six feet Ten
He carried weight like a Mack truck
Gonna bust on some playa haters
if the mutha fuckas act tuff
Then thats when the lethal weapon with the razor
This little nigga smoking weed and getting blazed up
No one could figure, when the guns blast pull the trigga
Could take the life of a young nigga guns bigger
No mother and father, you see, the niggas all alone
Old timers my role model, the war zone
Released with this game 'til its a part of me
My heart don't beat no fear and it ain't hard to see
The future is looking dim
I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sin
I'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love
out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug
Chorus
Said he gonna be
Say he gonna be
One day he gonna be
Shorty's gonna be a Thug
Said he gonna be
One day he gonna be
Say he wanna be
Shorty's gonna be a Thug
Said he wanna be
One day he gonna be
Say he wanna be
Shorty's gonna be a Thug
Shorty gonna be a thug
(Tupac Talking)
You little bad ass nigga, to the young niggas
gotta stay sharp nigga, play your part
you got plenty of time (you bad mutha fuckas)
You only get three mistakes, then thats life,
big baby (niggas craaazy)
watch the signs
Damn, you ain't but sixteen nigga
Sixteen!!
That's a bad muthafucker

(feat. Eboni Foster, Lady Levi, Richie Rich)
[all parts with Lady Levi speaking are strictly best guess]
[1] [Eboni Foster] Game's been good to me
[2] [Eboni Foster] I don't care what it did to them
The game's been good to me
[Lady Levi]
Oh, you tink life is yours?
Life ain't na somethin you can rap with
Ooh come na ordinary game
Da game na somethin you can rap with
Me's a player you know?
I do not, play in no game
Me just, make money, dollars, everytime seen?
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Now how can I explain how this game laced, plus with this fame
I got enemies do anything to break me, my attitude changed
Got to the point where I was driven, twenty-four/seven
Money's my mission, just a nigga tryin to make a livin
These busta tricks don't want no mail
They spendin they riches on skanless bitches
who'll stay petrified in jail
It's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket
Jealous-ass bitches, playa-hatin but we still kick it
Always keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police
Seen so much murder, neighborhoods gettin no sleep
But still, I get my money on major, continuously
Communicatin through my pager, niggaz know me
Don't have no homies cause they jealous, I hustle solo
Cause when I'm broke I got no time for the fellas, listen
Ain't nothin poppin 'bout no work nigga, I ain't no joke
Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga
Heavy in the game [1]
[Lady Levi]
Who da bumba claat him a come try take mine?
Oooh, me see you rushin up [1]
I throw 'im blood claat P.M. to A.M.
All, all da bumba come ya take dis ting
for ya take dis ting for joke? [2]
Oh! Dat's right
[Verse Two: Richie Rich]
Well lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of shit..
Certain niggaz wanna stick to the game, yousea trick to the game
Waitin upon your turn, so when will you learn?
Ain't no turns given, niggaz be twistin and takin shit
Puttin they sack down, then puttin they mack down
Me myself I hustle with finesse yes I'm an Oakland baller
Rule number one: check game, and fo' sho' you gon' respect game
Be yo' own nigga meanin buy yo' own dope
Cause that front shit is punk shit, somethin I never funked with
Be true to this game and this game will be true to you
That's real shit; disrespect, see what this here do to you
That jackin and robbin, despisin your homie
ain't healthy, niggaz be endin up dead 'fore they get wealthy
But not me though, I'm sewin somethin major
so what I reap is boss -- that's why my public status is floss
Went from a, young nigga livin residential
to a, young nigga workin presidential [1]
[Lady Levi]
Me nigga Tu-pac ALWAYS look good
You know that's true 'im look good every time
Ooh, pussy war? Step up [1]
Can yi know I'm servin up blood claat
playin yi fuckin games
Ooh, we take game, we WON [2]
Any by now, all, yi haffa forget fi we WON
Everytime
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
I'm just a young black male, cursed since my birth
Had to turn to crack sales, if worse come to worse
Headed for them packed, jails, or maybe it's a hearse
My only way to stack mail, is out here doin dirt
Made my decisions do or die, been hustlin since junior high
No time for askin why, gettin high, gettin mine
Put away my nine, cause these times call for four-five sales
cause life is hell and everybody dies
What about these niggaz I despise -- them loud talkin cowards
shootin guns into crowds, jeapordizin lives
Shoot em right between them niggaz eyes, it's time to realize
follow the rules or follow them fools that die
Everybody's tryin to make the news, niggaz confused
Quit tryin to be an O.G. and pay your dues
If you choose to apply yourself, go with the grain
and come the riches and the bitches and the fame
Heavy in the game [1]
[Lady Levi]
Boy, ya nah bitch!
Major that's true we look good everytime
when we at Beers Diamond
and Tupac drives vintage car [1]
And fi dem frame dem look good, oh no?
This whole world ya call on
gonna mass on a face [2]
For any, section of bumba ras claat, oh!
Flush it! .. Oh!
Nobody wan come test me y'know
true dem we a drive pretty car
Wanna no part of any ting
and now you wan come drown a gun
But ya see we know, you haffa show 'im MAXIMUM respect
for when a blood claat run or when a pussy walk up
we look good everytime
Nuff dollars, DOLLARS
Y'know about dollars dem right?
But we nah talk no shit
We haffa walk de walk for we a talk, see it?
Cause action, action speak louder dan words
You know da record!
Don't blood claat ting at ALL

I'm the definition of, half man, half drugs
Ask the clubs, Bad Boy - that's whassup
After bucks, crush crews after us
No gamez, we ain't laughin much
Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist
How we twist shit, what change but the name?
We still here, you rockin wit the best
Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks (ahh!)
Who's the boss? Dudes is lost
Don't think cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off
Who else but me? (who else?) And if you don't feel me
that mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me
Get it right dawg, we ain't ever left
We just, moved in silence and rep to the death (yeah)
It's official, I survived what I been through
Y'all got drama, 'The Saga Continues.
We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin nowhere
We can't be stopped now, cause it's Bad Boy for life
We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin nowhere
We can't be stopped now, cause it's Bad Boy for life
Aiyyo strait from the Harlem streets
I don't play, I push it down wit the Harlem Heat (uh-huh)
All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Pac, what happened?)
They run around actin like a black co don't eat
And you know what? (what?) For some strange reason (uhh)
I want this medication feelin deranged needin
For y'all to put the word out (c'mon, c'mon) we ain't leavin
We tryin to be rich before we do stop breathin
Then fall (what?) we kinda hustle lanes
Stay layin down on muscle games (c'mon)
Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah)
You got the wire, if not I ain't sayin no more names
You soon expire; (heh) no pain (nuh-uh)
I feel remorse, the shit causes me and shibby up first
Racin Porsches wit the beat swing vaul exhausters [screeching] (yeah)
On the cover of ya five (hehe) XXL's or (yeah) Source's (c'mon) bitch
We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin nowhere
We can't be stopped now, cause it's Bad Boy for life
We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin nowhere
We can't be stopped now, cause it's Bad Boy for life
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
It ain't shit changed, since the Notorious (fuck you B.I.G.)
See everything still glorious (yeah)
We still got Oreos, still be the victorious (that's right)
See it's a lot of them, but it's more of us
Still got cash to blow, raps that flow
Still them cats that know, pack ya flow
That's fo' sho', bottles that pop
Joints that rock, play the background
Hand 'em a jock, hold 'em a glock (hahaha)
Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh)
Bars to sit at and sip Coniac wit Jews that drink (c'mon)
Hoes to see (uhh), make sure they knowin it's me (they know ya shit)
Drop that beat, can't believe that I MC (haha)
Bad Boy 'til the casket drop (Bad Boy)
Gotta love it, place nuttin above it (nuttin)
It's on like that (c'mon), don't believe, we ain't goin like that
For always gonna be here (yeah), be there (uhh)
Every (what?) motherfuckers here!
We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin nowhere
We can't be stopped now, cause it's Bad Boy for life
We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin nowhere
We can't be stopped now, cause it's Bad Boy for life

F/ H.E.A.T.
[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]
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?

[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]
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 love 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?

The day I met U I saw strength
and I knew from that point on
that U were pure woman 2 me
Possessing a spirit that was strong
I want smiles 2 replace the sorrow
that U have encountered in the past
and since it was strength that attracted me 2 U
it will take streangth 2 make it last
My negative side will attempt 2 change U
but please fight that with your all
it will be your strength that keep us both standing
while others around us fall

Hahahahaha!
(Thug Life bitch, goin out like that)
Once again! Hahaha!
Once again! Hahaha!
(Thug Life bitch)
[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me!
(Goin out like that)
Hahahaha!
[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch*
[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch*
[2Pac] Open fire on you niggaz
(Thug Life bitch)
[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! Hahahaha
(Goin out like that)
Once again! Hahaha!
Once again! Hahaha!
(Thug Life bitch, goin out like that)
[2Pac] Open fire on you niggaz *lower pitch*
[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch*
Once again! Hahaha!
(Thug Life bitch, goin out like that)
(Thug Life bitch, goin out like that)
[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me!
Once again! Hahaha!
[2Pac] Open fire on you niggaz *lower pitch* [repeats in background]
Once again! Hahaha!
[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me!
[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! Hahahaha
[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch*
(Thug Life bitch, goin out like that)

*Tupac Talking*
'Crazy Man' (Come On!)
You know what, When you said that last time, I was kinda trippin' right, but now, you're right - I am crazy, but you know what else.... I don't give a fuck.
Check it out,
Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings I can make a million and STILL not get enough of spending and since my life is based on sinnin, I'm hellbound.. Rather be buried than be worried, livin held down
My game plan to be trained and, military
Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin in the cemetary
Caught, I've been lost since my adolescence, callin to Jesus, Ballin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us. Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes livin in jail, this is hell, enemies die. Wonder when we all pass is anybody listenin? Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's bitchin Please God can you understand me, bless my family
Guide us all, before we fall into insanity
I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike, drop some shit, to any stupid bitches jaws tight, I got some bitches in my crib that make my mother fuckin' jaws tight. (Repeat x5)
(Xzibit)
It's the x-to the-you know me....

[2pac]
HAHA
Thug for life nigga
Can't you read the signs?
ay fuck it man
(Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck
Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin' fucked off - liquor
Get loaded can't control it
Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bones act to the whole stack
Thats fo sho black
To be a mack and keep your dough fat
And tell me what does it take to be a G?
I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key
You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt
And now im in the rap game like the crack game
I got enemies
Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies
And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun
Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum
What does it take to be a G?
Silence is a must, violence is a plus
Plus, shots at my adversaries
Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried
Cause ill be buckin' in a fuckin hurry
[Chorus X3]
Tell em'
Thug for life
High till' I die
When em' stupid ass bitches ask why?
[2pac]
Game? Thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin' money,
But you stuck on these fake bitches
And jealous muthafuckas can't see
That it's the fame that caught these stupid bitches, pass the pussy free
So tell me why u sweatin' a muthafucka like me?
A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's
You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas
Jumpin' around at the shows
And your the first muthafucka to jump
To the trunk when it's time for fun
Little trick ass punk
Thug muthafuckas don't die we get high and we multiply
Muthafuckaa!!
Give a holla to my niggas in the Bay
I'm livin' in LA still clutchin' on my AK
[Chorus X6]
Tell em'
Thug for life
High till' I die
When em' stupid ass bitches ask why?
THUG FOR LIFE BIATCH!!
Yeah nigga, thug life, from now till' the muthafuckin' ever
Havenotz in this muthafucka
YEAH, No doubt

('Hard like an erection...' -- Ed O.G.) Young black male!
('Hard like an erection...')
('...ain't shit to fool with' -- Ice Cube)
('Hard like an erection...') Young black male!
('...ain't shit to fool with')
[runs backwards] Young black male!
[2Pac] Yes niggaz... yes niggaz... yes niggaz
Young black male!
('Hard like an erection...') Young black male!
('Hard like an erection...') ('...ain't shit to fool with')
('Hard like an erection...') Young black male!
('Hard like an erection...') ('...ain't shit to fool with')
[2Pac] Go nigga, go!!
[Verse One:]
Young black male
I try to effect by kicking the facts
and stacking much mail
I'm packing a gat cuz guys wanna jack
and fuck goin to jail
Cuz I ain't equipped to stop how I look
I don't sell ya-yo
They teachin a brother like I was in books
Follow me into a flow
I'm sure you know, which way to go
I'm hittin em out of the dopes
So slip on the slope, let's skip on the flow
I'm fuckin the sluts and hoes
The bigger the butts the tighter the clothes
The gimminy jimminy grows
Then whaddya know, it's off with some clothes
Rowd when the crowd says hoe
That let's me know, they know I can flow
Love when they come to my shows
I get up and go, with skins before
When I'm collecting my dough
I never respect, the one that I back
The quicker the nigga can rap
The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat
What kind of style is that?
The style of a mack, and ready to jack
I rendered up piles of black
The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack
I hate it when real nigga bust
They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust
I had enough of the fuss
I bust what I bust, and cuss when I must
They gave me a charge for sales
For selling the tales... of young black males
Yes nigga, N-I-G-G-A niggaz
Ay nigga you can't handle that shit!
Pass that man!
Hit that shit, that's the shit!
It smell like skunk, skunk smell like that nigga momma
We ain't nuttin but some low down dirty niggaz
Keep it real nigga, fuck you nigga!
You ain't givin me near a dime on this real motherfucker
Fuck St. Ide's it's an Old E thing baby
Strictly some of that Hennesee
Can I drink with you fellas? Can I get it on it?
Fuck you capo. You ain't in baby.
I tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking
all that shit, when I come back, OK?
We gonna say who the big mouth, when I come back
YOUNG BLACK MALE!

nigger you can diss me and diss me again
but won't stop so nigger fuck you and fuck
you and fuck you again.I'm the illest fillest
nigger called E-Z the illest fillest lil kidG
there Is nothing wrong with me there is
something wrong with you so nigger fuck you
what's wrong with me pulling my pants down
under my ass up down to my knee's with a
extra large shirt and to with ass nike's on my
feet that's just me!!
even my mama doesn't tell me what to do
so who the fuck are you to tell me what I can
and can't do you ain't god you ain't jezus and
you ain't my dade so nigger don't make me
made.I'ts all like clommelenady I'ts all about
my body,sweet body prettty face and I'f gate
the cashe to bounce your girl's ass.
and I'f you whone kill me I'm E-Z the lilkidG
love is like kid's in gang's.you are that bad to
diss me behind my back but are you that bad
to diss me in my face too, you sick bastard and if
you don't like me because I said that you are a
sick nigger then you can suck a dick nigger
niggaz can't stand me E-Z the lilkidG
niggaz whone kill me E-Z the lilkidG
by that name you'll remember me
you can diss me and diss me again
but I wont stop being the lilkidG
I'll still be the illefillest nigger called E-Z
the lilkidG...
nigger you whone diss me make sure that I don't
diss you disss me like you are running me over with
a rover then its all over do you wanna kill me get a
get yourself a gun and make sure that I die and
let no motherfucking blacktear drip from my eye I'll
be a true playboy untill the day that I die and that
will be the day that I wry 4 my niggaz the day that
I'll die 4 my niggaz all you bitches and bitchass niggaz
no that I aint the prettiest are the badest but by this
shit you are making me the madest
clommelenady its like 12 gunshots in your body
there is no with man are nigger that haves to fear me
lord can you hear me

Uhh.. world wide mob figgaz (for real)
World wide mob figgaz (O-U-T-L-A-W-Z) we world wide mob figgaz (for real)
World wide mob figgaz (check game you little young punk)
We world wide mob figgaz (all you niggaz is ??)
[Verse One]
What, what? Uhh, put them 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 motherfucker try to stop it gon' see nine nines
(??) that's all I see when I open up
Baby girl, fuckin 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 the rider type of whore, by the shore, (?) trick on her
But I'm collectin these vicks when I put the dick on her
O.U.T., L.A.W.Z.
You fuckin with a nigga livin destructively, pump and pee
Tuckin T's up in (?) when I jump on
I'm tryin to handle my business full grown
This shit is on, it's gettin crazy after dark
Where the real thug niggaz here you are
We world wide mob figgaz
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
We got homies on the front line livin it up
We got ladies in the back straight givin it up
It ain't nothin but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang..
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang..
[Verse Two]
Nigga duck down buck first, make 'em feel somethin
Shouldn't (?) if you ain't kill nuttin
Now you gotta face the (??) heavily armed
Outlawz did that, heavily gone
(?) with the left of us, best of us
Plus we wake up with our tec on us
We test yo' nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the street
Obey the rules of the ones who want yo' beef I'll eat
Y'all niggaz weak, in a motherfuckin way it's so pitiful
I'll leave you motherfuckers critical
We heard the slick shit you said on fuckin Too $hort tape
But you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave
That's what you brave niggaz get for fuckin with this
You had your chance to mob first you didn't you missed
Just switched to fake
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Napolean be the motherfuckin 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
Cause this Outlaw shit is what we stand for gradually
We world wide mob figgaz
[Chorus]
[2Pac over Chorus]
World wide motherfuckin mob figgaz
Weed smokin, gun-totin, drinkin
Ridin on our motherfuckin enemies
Y'all know how we do it
[Verse Three]
I be the Young N-O, to the B-L-E
Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
M-A-R was the for starters, flee the whole cartridge
Your lady blew out the squad and the whole sausage
(??), hittin donuts in a 6
Sip Coronas when we bendin the corner, brothers hit
Urban legend, dirty third still reppin
Still double-S to bumrush your session
I get it dirty and burn ya 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]

F/ 4th Avenue Liberty Jones', K-Ci
[4th Avenue Liberty Jones'] [K-Ci]
Tat Chat Chat Ooooooooooh
4th Avenue Jones'
K-Ci himself (himself, himself) Shabba dabba dee swee swee
Ha Ha Oh yeah, lemme tell ya now, oh yeah
[4th Avenue Liberty Jones']
I never planned that I'd be married to settle no chance (yeaah)
Wedding bands rock the heaviest metal
And I'm the center hip hop
My M3 seat three, don't need comission (that's right)
So either we rhyme or design the beat to flip with
Don't stick with music cuz I hand lose it
It seranades me while I land cruise it
If I'm stressed or soothing
Something I can make the

Yo jamil
Take a chill pill
I know your bro got problems but sit down, stay still
Now listen to my shit
Dont throw a fit
I need you to sit and listen to my rhymes
(chorus)
You got 100 songs of me
You paid nothing you got them for free
You own the pizza shop
So stop trying to BOP
You live in Harrow, England
And you have no toilet
Your house cost £90,000
And you can upgrade to a bin you stupid, punk-ass

(Intro x5)
Maybe its the thug in me
(verse 1)
Ever since I was a young scrub
I was a thug on the corner with my niggaz slangin drugs
Im runnin from the narcs when they pass by dont ask why
Im a hustler till my ass die
Even if I do come up I be ready when they run up, huh
Ill be a nut to put my gun up, huh
I never trust these hoes at all, fucking with them tramp ass sluts who suppose to fall
since she played you for you money but the shit was cool
Guess its true niggaz be bitches 2
you cant see how she worked you, all up in her skirt
now you looking like a jerk, cause she hurt you
now heads up dont be a playa hater
Just peep game keep your mind on your money watch the bitch change
see hoes love thugs, and thugs love loot
hand it over motherfucker fore I shoot
Who do u love
(chorus x2)
Maybe its the thug in me
Maybe its the thug in me
Tell me who do you love?
Maybe its the thug in me
Maybe its the thug in me
Who do you love?
(verse 2)
Im livin that
Thug life baby, steady smoking indo going crazy
baby come and hug me when you rub me, turn the lights down
we in the dark do you love me
everybody is talking bout they know me
but they aint down like my motherfucking homies
tell me what you need when you see me
and we can get it on biatch take it easy
dont try to hold me, control me
but you can take my number, baby call me when you lonely
cause its a mans world, aint no need to ask why
Im high till i die, and strapped with my 4-5
cause you can loose it in the gutter
I wonder if I die by the hands of another broke motherfucker
they call me the alcoholer Im all in, thug 4 life nigga ballin
Im gettin tired of these hoes tryna play me
you cant fade me, me and my niggaz going crazy
all day long Im straight thuggin, and contantly mean muggin
breakin the bitches that be buggin, tell me who do you love
(chorus x2)
Maybe its the thug in me
Maybe its the thug in me
Tell me who do you love?
Maybe its the thug in me
Maybe its the thug in me
Who do you love?

Fugees! Fugees and Mobb Deep tryin to diss now too huh?
Hahaha! Well I ain't prejudiced, I don't give a fuck
This is what it sounds like - when we ride on our enemies
BEYOTCH! When we ride on our enemies
[Verse One]
HEYYYY! Got some static for some niggaz on the other side of town
Let my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now
What they want from us motherfuckin thug niggaz?
Used to love niggaz now I plug niggaz, and slug niggaz
Am I wrong? Niggaz makin songs, tryin to get with us
Must be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust
To the chest I BUST! Then we ride 'til the sun come
shinin back to brighten up the sky, many die
Heard the Fugees was tryin to do me - look bitch!
I cut yo' face, this ain't no motherfuckin movie
THEN! We watch the other two die slow
Castrated entertainin at my motherfuckin sideshow
BAM! Set my plan in mo', time to exterminate my foes
I can't stand you hoes, uhh
Now label this my fuckin trick shot
My lyrics runnin all you cowards out of hip-hop
When we RIDE - on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies
I bet you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies
Bet all you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies
[Verse Two]
Come take a journey through my mind's eye
You crossed the game, don't explain, nigga time to die, say goodbye
Watch my eyes when I pull the trigger
So right before you die you bow before a bigga nigga, now dry yo' eyes
You was HEARTLESS on yo' hits
Niggaz love to scream peace after they start some shit - pay attention
Here's a word to those that robbed me
I murder you then I, run a train on Mobb Deep! Don't fuck with me
Nigga you're barely livin, don't you got sickle cell?
See me have a seizure on stage, you ain't feelin well, hell
How many niggaz wanna be involved?
See I was only talkin to Biggie, but I'll kill allay'all, then ball
Then tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed
Fuck around and get tossed up, by the fuckin Outlawz
Before I leave, make sure everybody HEARD
Know I meant, EVERY MOTHERFUCKIN WORD
When we ride on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies
Make sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies, hehe
I make sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies

F/ Sonia Sanchez
[Sonia Sanchez]
When your heart turns cold
I say, when your heart turns cold
it causes your soul to freeze
It spreads, throughout yo' spirit
like a, ruthless, feeling disease
The walls, the walls that once were down
now stand firm and tall, safe from hate love pain joy
until you feel nothing at all
When, your heart turns cold
I say, when your heart turns cold
A baby's cry, means nothing
A dead corpose is tri-vial
Mother's neglecting children is daily
Loneliness, becomes your routine friend
Death death death seems like tranquility
Sleeping is never pleasant
if you even sleep at all all all
You forget ideals and, turn off the reason
to make sure the product gets sold
You don't UNDERSTAND how I behave, just wait
I say just WAIT WAIT WAIT til your heart
I say til your hearts turns COLD!
HA HA! Cold! Cold, cold, cold.. collllld..

Ay Trusty Trusty, what you want man?
Aww nigga let me get one of them ciggarettes, damn!
Shit, come on bastard, get the phone for a nigga
Use the phone, aww nigga get the phone for me man
What's the number? 323-6545, tell her it's Pac
[Chorus: repeat 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
I heard a snicker a laugh, I 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 out to get out, they all thought
I blow up like 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
These are lessons that I learned in jail
Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell
Now I'm workin with connects that I got in the pen
In no time I'll be clockin again
[Chorus]
Heyyy, 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's 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
but man, 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 her so I planned, in misery
The nigga you don't wanna see
[Chorus 3X]
When I get free, believe that shit
Yeah nigga fuck your cigarette, fuck that phone call motherfucker
I'll be out this motherfucker in a few days
I'll pay these bitches back in spades
Punk ass bastards, long as my AK flexes
we gonna play these bitches
That's how we do this shit
Fuck that I'm out, C.O. turn the fuckin lights out!

bitches cal me big E-Z,
you dont whone die that eazy.
So you punkass trick's wanna fuck with me,
I will let you get on your knee's
and let you bage 4 mursy. and if you bitch ass niggaz
can't shut the fuck up about E-Z, all pick your
trashass up, and trow it in a motherfucking trashheat.
I know why you niggaz can't stand me because I'm prity,
handy, sweet like chocolet and candy' your bitch mandy
want to gangbang me.
you see that you ain't shit, new you wanna pull a gun out
and put it to my head (nigger you're dead)
Now I know what you are gone do you are gone tell me
to run, but I ain't gonna run 4 no bitchass nigger with a gun.
Nigger let me tell you some when I pull my gun out
you better run the fuck out.
and you know that when I buz like a bubble your ass is in
trouble:
what my mother fucking name:
E-Z from the L.I.L to the K.I.D and the G.A.N.G.S.T.E.R
that's me
2x whats my name E-Z the lilkidG... and you dont whone fuck
with me
Niggaz in the street's wanted to kill me but shoot me,
but shot my girl instead. We ware walking hand in hand,
we were going to the tow we were going mouth to mouth.
babygirl breath.
She was my (number 1)
after here I trusted only my gun.
so nigger when I catch you ass you'l be like dust in the past,
I know wy you niggaz cant stand me' becous I made you
geth on there knee's and bage 4 mursy
new you have gath the time to play a bigpimping nigger
and you better wolk with your gun,
and when you see E-Z you better run.
are you will have to shoot me upfront.
Otherwise your shirt will turn from withe to red the collor
of the dead I can feel the davel in my head:
what's my motherfucking name:
E-Z from the L.I.L to the K.I.D the G.A.N.G.S.T.E.R
that's me
what'S my name E-Z the lilkidG and you dont whone fuck
with me
new I have gath 1 problem solth, new I have gat an other 1
boy from the other side whont to kill me' becous I'm
A playboy calld E-Z the lilkidG and, thay coudent stand me
I'm one my knee's to god' praing 4 somme love!!
I have god as My father and jezus as my brother wy can I have
here as my lover !! New I know what I am gone do Im gone
run them over with my bantly and kill those motherfuckers
yantly,no I know what I'm gone do I'm gone run them over
with my rover them Its all over:
YALL Heard KISSES FROM THE LILKIDG
delano C..

F/ Russell Simmons
[Russell Simmons]
Thanks for comin out, God bless you, good night...
What of fame?
Everyone knows your face, the world screams your name
And never again, are you alone..

F/ Tre' (Pharcyde)
Alright, alright {*people applauding*}
[Tre']
I know my heart has lied before
but now it speaks, with honesty
of an invisible bond of friendship, that was formed, in secrecy
Coming from me this may seem hard but, but to God I swear - it's truth
We are friends for eternity and for-ever I will always love.. you..
[sung]
What of a love unspoken?
Is it weaker without a name?
Does love exist without a title
because I do not share it's name?
[Tre']
All my life I've dreamed of
of meeting one with immense beauty and
and once I found her I would charm her and
and she'd be mine forever (mine forever)
I found her and, indeed she is all that I, wished for and more but she
is not charmed nor intrigued (not charmed, nor intrigued)
Then I think to myself what.. can I offer her
The tears warm my eyes and blur my, vision I
stick to my stance of bravado and give her
the same uninterested look that she, gave, me
(She was so beautiful) She was so beautiful
But what.. can I offer her?
You say that you'll love me forever but
but what about today?
As the dusks become the dawns and the years pass on will you
love me (love me) the same way (the same way)?
If so let us rejoice and bathe in this constant pleasure
If not spare my heart today and I shall recover before, forever
And if my doubts and questions upset you
(forgive my fragile heart) forgive my fragile heart
I just wanted to know if you'd love me forever before today,
would start (would you love me.. would you love me..)
[sung]
What of a love unspoken?
What of a love unspoken?
{*applause and shouting*}

(Tupac)
(Chorus)
Puffin' On Life (Makaveli..)
Hopin' That It Gets me High(Representin' Outlaws)
Got A Nigga Goin' Craazy
I Feel Craazy
Time Goes By Puffin' On Life
Hopin' That It Gets Me High
Got A Nigga Goin' Craazy
Yeye I Feel Craazy
(Verse One)
Tell Em' bout It
Last Year Was A Hard One
But Life Goes On
Put Ma Head Against Da Wall
Learnin Right From Wrong
They Say My Ghetto Instrumental Detrimentalin Kids
As If They Cant See The Misery In Which They Live
Blame Me
For The Outcome
Ban My Records (check it)
Dont Hafto Pump This But Please Respect It
I Took A Minus
And Now All The Hard Times Behind Us
Turned Into A Plus
Now They Stuck Livin' Blinded
Henessey Got Me Feelin' Bad
Time To Stop Drinkin' , Rollin' , And Drop Top Jag
Wish That Cops Thinkin'
Sittin' In My Car Watch The Stars In Smoke
I Came A Long Way
But Still I Got So Far To Go
..Dear Mama
Don Worry Ima Watch For Snakes
Tell .... That I Love Her
But Its Hard 2Day
I Got The Letter That She Sent Me
And I Cried For Weeks
This What Came Out When I Tried To Speak
All I Heard Was...
(Chorus)
Time Goes By
Puffin' On Life
Hopin' That It Gets me High
Got A Nigga Goin' Craazy
I Feel Craazy
Time Goes By Puffin' On Life
Hopin' That It Gets Me High
Got A Nigga Goin' Craazy
I Feel Craazy
(Verse Two)
(1, 2, 3, 4)
I See Bloods And Crips
Runnin' Up
Thinkin' Hell
Lookin' For A Better Waaay
Ma Brothers And Sisters
Its Time To Bail
Coz Even Thug Niggas Praay
Hopin' God (Hear Me)
Im Into The Game
Look How Much I Changed
Im No Longer Innocent
Casualties of Fame
Made Alot Of Money
Seen Alot Of Places
And I Swear I Seen A Peaceful Smile On My Mommas Face
When I Gave Her The Keys To Her Own House.. This your Landd
Your Only Son Done Became A Man
Watchin Time Fly
I Let My People Do Or Die
But I Wonder Why
We Scared To Let Eachother Fly
Dreams 1, 6, 7, 1
The Day
Ma Momma Pushed Me Out Her Room
Told Me Nigga Get Payed
No One Can Understand Me
The Black Sheep
Outcasted From Ma Family
Now Packin' Heat
I Run The Streets
A Young Runaway
Live For The Day
When He Die
I Can Hear Him Say....(C'mon)
(Chorus)
Time Goes By
Puffin' On Life
Hopin' That It Gets me High
Got A Nigga Goin' Craazy
I Feel Craazy
Time Goes By Puffin' On Life
Hopin' That It Gets Me High
Got A Nigga Goin' Craazy (Crazy!)
I Feel Craazy
(Verse 3)
God Help Me Out Here( Help me God)
Coz Im Possesed
I Need Your Root Of All Evil For My Stress
This Moneys Like A Strong Perscription Drug
Its Got Me Addicted To The
Pleasure And The Pain It Inflictied
Somethin Bout the Vapor Wit Da Bitches And The Presidents Head Damn
Its Like A Mutha Fuckin Plauge Has Spread
Its Epidemic, Forgotten, Forgotten It Got Worse
Keep My Head On Straight
Makin' Money Coz Its Cursed
Makin' Money Makes A Difference Day By Day
So You Gotaa Stay
Hey No Doubt They In And They Out
This Life Is Like A Visions Cycle
Caught Fightin To Live
No Matta How Hard You Try
You See Death
You Gotta By Alot of Mind
Tears Didnt Make It To Be Tears
Come Dear Life Doin Right Or Dear Life Doin Done
Who Has The Answers I Wonder?
I Turn To My Elders
They Aged And Expereinced
But They Cant Even Tell Ya
Or Tell Me That There'll Be Light At The End Of The Road (why?)
Coz They Don Even Know
A Million Things Run Through My Mind
Gotta Be In Jail Doing Time...
(Chorus)
Time Goes By
Puffin' On Life
Hopin' That It Gets me High
Got A Nigga Goin' Craazy (Crazy Crazy)
I Feel Craazy
Time Goes By Puffin' On Life
Hopin' That It Gets Me High
Got A Nigga Goin' Craazy(I Feel Fucked Up)
I Feel Craazy (I Smoked Half An Ounce To The Head, Buddah All That Shit )
Time Goes By
Puffin' On Life
Hopin' That It Gets me High
Got A Nigga Goin' Craazy I Feel Craazy(Im Fucked Up In This Mutha Fucka And Henessey Dont Help, Henessey Dont Help)
Time Goes By(Thug Pass Me This Mutha Fucka)
Puffin' On Life (Makaveli)
Hopin' That It Gets me High
Got A Nigga Goin' Craazy (No Love Straight Thugs)
I Feel Craazy
One Time For My Niggas In The Jail Cells(One Time)
One Time For Ma Niggas Doin Life In Hell(Hell)
One Time For My Niggas In Jail Cells(One Timee)
One Time For Ma Niggas Doin Life In Hell
One Tie For My Niggas on Death Row
(One Timee, One Time)Niggas On Death Row
One Time For My niggas Livin Broke
One Time For My Niggas Livin Broke
One Time For My Niggas InThe Buffalo Jail Cells
Wonder If Get Me Highh
Yeee

F/ Snoop Doggy Dogg
[2Pac]
Got me up against the fence, back against the wall
Get to actin like a fool, cause ain't no justice for the dog
Got to take it out on all y'all, better read the papers
all my homies goin crazy baby only God could save us
got my, min on currency hurry see I ain't worried
It's a gangsta party, so Bad Boy gettin buried
Snoop Dogg, why they fantasize? (fantasize)
When we ride, it's a must havin sets die, everytime
[Snoop Dogg]
*singing*
Yes yes y'all, not $hort but Snoop Dogg
And you know it's like that y'all
*rapping*
I'm so smooth about my paper check it just how it's done
I'm servin any on a platter Snoop Dogg Corleone
Corleone, now do you know what that mean?
A Teflon Don to this hip-hop game, super supreme
It's like what happen can happen but will it stop
that won't happen I'm feelin good about the mission for jackin
*singing*
Aiyyo patnah, can you feel me?
Why these fools, tryin ta kill me?
*rapping*
It's so hard to stay focused on my eyes and prize
But if I don't, the Dogg won't survive
[2Pac]
We ballin in my opinion eternal was wild wheel spinnin
One sip a minute is represented for five minutes
Two of the livest wanted dead or alive
we riders inventers because we ain't quiet and watch the G's ride
Two of Amerikkkaz Most, straight out the West Coast
Bow down fool, this is Death Row
Been waitin way too long, bust out the pen, now it's on
C'mon, Snoop Dogg, time to bone
[Snoop Dogg]
Ain't nuttin changed too down to hang I slang a bang with a rhyme
Me and the homey Pac trippin Death Row on knobs
Gon survive by Eastside of DPG'z
Still creepin bump through the hood, always involved in the streets
(Westside!) Snoop Doggy Dogg homey, did you forget who I was
The Big Homey to you, there it is and there it was...
Now take a look through the eyes of G
and just ride to the rhythm of a gangsta beat
[2Pac]
All my homies tellin, me, ain't no love for a real G
You straight cowards all you playa haters kill me
Throw up your hands if you feel me
We gettin dollars homey Holla If You Hear Me
It's one time for my comrades doin bad lockdown
Fresh out bust the top and bounce drop down
Can you visualize perfection?
Cause every rider in my set labelled a vet best in their profession
Don't hold your breath, stick to Smith and Wessun
Steady study your lessons to keep the crowd guessin
[Snoop]
Straight gangsta, y'know?
Money to be made, situations get deeper
Niggaz always tryin ta creep
But I know what time it is
Gangstas, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, gangstas
Play or stay
Yeah, play or stay
Y'know? Stay a gangsta
All my doggs, all my niggaz on lockdown, Big Dogg
It's for you nigga
We gonna ride this motherfucker til the wheels fall off
Yeah yeah
Play or stay
Yeah, play or stay
Yeah yeah, play or stay
Yeah yeah, Death Row!
Yeah yeah, my nigga 2Pac rest in peace
Dogg Pound
Dippin real hard y'knowhatI'msayin?
Yeah yeah, stay down
Gangstas gangstas
foe life, Eastside!
Westside of the coast
Yeah, Eastside!
Mmmm, for all my soldiers
Yeah
Where ya at?
Yeah
Y'know? Yeah
Stay down
For real
Y'know? What it look like?
Mmm, what it feel like?
It ain't easy, y'know? Death Row

* Poems written by Shakur as ~ interpreted by other artists
[Babatunde Olatunki]
Please.. wake me when I am free
I cannot bear activity
Where my couch, I am told, "Hold no significance"
I waited and died in ignorance
but my inner eye can see, erase
who reigned as king in another place
The green trees were reached from fall
and every man spoke of beautiful men and women together as people
War was gone because all was at peace
but now like a nightmare, I woke to see
that I live like a prisoner of poverty..
Please.. wake me when I am free
I cannot bear activity
Fall, I will have a ?, stricken blind
than to live without expression of mind
{*Babatunde Olatunki begins to speak in another language*}

F/ Dead Prez
[Talking](sang)
This is Dedicated...(Dedicated) to my mama
Political prisoner, so called war on drugs (Dedicated)
Headed by this U.S. government...[U my worst enemy](Dedicated)
[I see you]...Uh, I'd ride for you [for pac dogg]
I'd roll for you, I'd die for you, it's all for you
(Dedicated)
(sang)
The circle, can never, be broken, NoOooo (4x)
(Dedicated to whaaaaat)(4x)
(talking over singing)
I'd ride for you, I'd roll for you, I'd die for you, it's all for you
U R ripping us apart
Shit's, dedicated to crack, I dedicate it to that
Uh, Uh...before you came...Never...Never
{Echo}[Talking]
Before you came, the triangle never broke
{the triangle never broke}[Word Up]
We were melted, and bonded as one (one), ONE (Dedicated)
But as the two pushed you away {But as the two pushed you away}
The one got weak and embrassed you {One got weak and embrassed you}
[I seen it]
And now You R ripping us apart {And now you R ripping us apart} [Ripping us apart]
(sang)
(Dedicated to whaaaat) (2x) Dedicated to what (3x)
(Dedicated)
{Echo}[Talking]
The worst feeling, {The worst feeling of helplessness}
The greatest pain, has rested in my heart {has rested in my heart}
The vision of heaven fades {The vision of heaven fades} (Dedicated)
And the nightmare of loneliness has started {And the nightmare of loneliness has started} [You started it, I'ma finish it]
My hero has been defeated by you {My hero has been defeated by you}
And now what can I do {And now what can I do} [Whatchew want me to do]
Watch as you destroy us? {Watch as you destroy us} [Uh-huh, Uh]
And our love is finally through? {And our love is finally through} [No]
(sang, repeated over next verse until 2:38)
The circle, can never, be broken, NoOooo
[Dedicated to what, dedicated to crack]
{Echo}
I know the worst is here {I know the worst is here}
I feel it in my heart {I feel it in my heart}
U got in the circle {U got in the circle}
Now you're tearing Us apart!!! {Now you're tearin Us Apart!!}
(talking)
Dedicated to what (repeated over and over)
Dedicated to who
Dedicated to Pac
Opposite of crack, fight back
(Dedicated)
(Dedicated to whaaaat)(4x)
(Dedicated)
(Dedicated)

[Tupac Shakur]
Right now, it is it is almost.. it is almost uhh,
IMPOSSIBLE for you not to see how strong rap has gotten
Y'knowhatI'msayin, it's it's like umm..
our our brothers and sisters, our youths, and some of our adults
their ear is PINNED to rap music right now
And if you really wanna get our message out
and really wanna start teachin, we need to start doin that
We we really need to start usin, our methods, y'knowhatI'msayin?
The Last Poets did it with poetry
And uhh, and and.. even in our history
from a ancient Afl- African civilization
poets went from village to village
And that's how, stories and messages and lessons were taught
Y'knowhatI'mssayin, and so like you say, history repeats itself
And so.. it it was, it was.. at it was, y'know obvious
It was, pick it up, y'know?
Bein the race that we are, bein the strong race that we are
We picked it up, we picked up those positive, those positive vibes
and we started rappin and so
I think it is, it's a very good medium too

Im smokin these niggas like they endo
Breakin em like they windows
And still they riff till they get a whiff Of the shit that I kick
And if they ever had a notion to stop me
Shoot ya best shot and get dropped wit ya posse
Nigga I got the motz Im takin em out alot I got
More than you can hock Im rockin the spot
So now they jock Loc'em and get dropped
Tupac aint tryin to hear it
Im swingin at your knot Im swingin at your knot so hot
Static is the last thing ya need when ya see me
Better have a bat or a gat to defeat me
Nigga Im a whole posse rolled into one shot
Takin all ya got as your girl gets hot
And rocks the spot
Bringin' the funky flavor with the gift that only God gave
Point me to my grave, Id rather die than be a slave
Slaves come as dopedealers Some come as addicts
Some try to run while the others call STATIC

2Pac ft. (Young Noble)
See, it ain't easy bein' me,
Life as a celebrity is less than heavily,
I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around,
And it's always drama,
Whevever I wanna get around,
Mama told me,
Long before I ever came up,
Gotta be true, to watchya' do,
And keep ya' game up,
'Cause things change,
And jealousy becomes a factor,
Best friends at your wifes house tryin' to MAC HER!
I'm on tour,
But still they keep on knockin' at my door,
And I got no time to work,
I'm steady wantin' more,
Every day is a test, yes,
I try hard,
But I'm strugg-a-lin' with every breath,
I pray to God that the woman that I left at home,
All alone,
Ain't got nothin' tryin' to bone,
In my mind,
I can see her naked,
I can't take it,
Got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it,
I thought you knew.
<>
(Thugs get lonely too, thugs get lonely too)
(Thugs get lonely too, thugs get lonely too)
I thought you knew,
(Thugs get lonely too, thugs get lonely too)
(Thugs get lonely too, thugs get lonely too)
I call you up long distance,
On the telephone,
I wanna tuck you in,
Even though I know I can't make it home,
I wisper things in ya' ear,
Like your near me,
Wonder if you feel me,
From far away,
Or can you hear me,
It seems to me,
That ya' jealous,
'Cause I'm hustlin' and makin' money,
With the fellas',
In the back streets,
Tryin' to trap me,
Baby HOLD UP,
Thugs get lonely too!
But I'm a soulja,
And theres no way I'mma' makin' money,
'Cause ya' attitudes changed,
And ya' actin' a little funny,
Always complainin',
Sayin' we don't spend time,
Can't you see,
I got enough stress on my mind,
Hangin' up like you all that,
And get mad when I'm tell you that,
"I'm buys baby, call back,"
Please, ain't nothin' left to say to you,
Thugs get lonely too,
You KNOW.
<>
(Thugs get lonely too, thugs get lonely too)
I thought you knew,
(Thugs get lonely too, thugs get lonely too)
Yeah,
(Thugs get lonely too, thugs get lonely too)
And I thought you knew,
(Thugs get lonely too, thugs get lonely too)
I sit alone in my room, drinkin',
Without a dare,
Talkin out loud to ya',
Like ya' there,
Take ya' picture out my back pocket,
Man it's on,
You the first face I wanna see,
When I get home,
I wanna love you 'till the sun rise,
Buckwild,
Touchin' every wall in the house,
Thug style,
Put ya' hands on the head-board,
Think of me,
Drippin' sweat on top of you,
Sick of scenes in yo' head,
That I'm makin' love,
So turn the lights down,
Reminice 'n relax,
'Cause baby right now,
I feel you in the middle of my stomach,
You wisper in my ear,
Baby tell me how you really want it,
Hold on tight,
Watch the ceiling,
Scratch my back,
How you react,
Lets me know you feel me,
'Cause everything I'm giving to you,
Is so true,
Thugs get lonely too,
You know.
<>

this shit is for all you bitchass
thugheathaz out there hear me out
(thugboy)
uhhu ohw no you alrady know
fear me yes I'm a thugboy
for all you heather's out there
yes I'm a thugnigga bether then you
i count for to yes I'm a thugnigga
there aint no stopping me becous
I'm a thugnigga a ruffnigga watch
your back becous there is a baddass
trigga killer hollor at me nigga
(E-Z)
fear me nigga I'm a baddass trick a nigga with a big dick
the more bitches the more players the more players the
more heathers the more heathers the more killaz (nigga)
I'm a thugnigga dont playaheat me otherways you'l die
bay this trigger yes I'm a baddass killer (nigger) this Is
what I do buzs some niggaz kill some wiggaz fuck some
bitches and ceap 'm screaming thats what I do cous
I'm a thugnigga fear me yes I'm a thug nigga you dont
dear to kill me hahaha yes I'm a thug nigga
(sharp-E)
you'f gat to type niggaz the one with the gun and the one
with the butter ye butter do I stutter the one with the gun
whons to take some whons to take your life whons to have
this and that would kill you for five doller whit that type shit
you cant call your self a baller a shatcoller
some people call 'm heather but I me E-Z I call
'm brokass niggaz stupithass golddiggaz hollor at me nigga
(thugboy)
fear me yes I'm a thugboy
for all you heather's out there
yes I'm a thugnigga bether then you
i count for to yes I'm a thugnigga
there aint no stopping me becous
I'm a thugnigga a ruffnigga watch
your back becous there is a baddass
(E-Z)
this one is about the butter your a baller you'r a chatcaller
you'f gat the cash you'f gat the bling you'f gat the bad
player thugboy thing cash money bling that the thing
you aint no heather becous there aint nothing to heat
I'f gat my nigger californie I'f gat my nigger lilD I'f gat
my nigger sharp-E and they cal me E-Z the lilkidG and
and not to forget my soldier clommelenady bitches like
them bitches love them becous they all gat a sweetbody
thats what I'm tolking about and player heathers can't
lve with it Its west coast ontill we die mabe you never heard
of us lady we are murderers baby all my niggaz would love
to get you on your knee's and let you start searving them
lady hahaha mackevalli the don westside
(thugboy)
fear me yes I'm a thugboy
for all you heather's out there
yes I'm a thugnigga bether then you
i count for to yes I'm a thugnigga
there aint no stopping me becous
I'm a thugnigga a ruffnigga watch
your back becous there is a baddass
fear me yes I'm a thugboy
for all you heather's out there
yes I'm a thugnigga bether then you
i count for to yes I'm a thugnigga
there aint no stopping me becous
I'm a thugnigga a ruffnigga watch
your back becous there is a baddass
hahaha ye nigga ye ye
hahaha ye ye
murderers baby hollor ye
uuhuhuhh that's right
peace out FEAR ME NIGGA
delano cairo

One, two
To a nigga nature
Hehe
[Verse 1]
No need to cry now, go wipe your tears
Be a woman, why you actin' surprised?
You showed the bullshit; commin' fake hair
fake nails, fake eyes too
So why you bound to fuck wit fake guys too
Aint nothin' hard about it
Why you lookin' sad, should'a though about it
Say you learn, i truly doubt it
I guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love
Gettin' freaky with the thug niggaz up in the club
Ask to buy you a drink, you holla Don Perione (spellin?)
Knowin' I'm a cash dealer, still I, remain calm
Let you chill with me
Plus you was smilin' 'til the bill miss me
That's what you get for trynna dick me
Missed me with that 'buy me this, buy me that'- syndrome shit
Bitch get a job if you wanna be rich
Gettin' mad 'cuz i cursed and i screamed i hate'cha
Introduced you to a nigga nature, feel me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Probably too nice at first
I lettin' you kiss where it hurts
Me and you gettin' busy, slangin' dick in the dirt
Met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it
See us, toungkissin', you was trouly with it
Little Exstacy, Hennesey, mix with me
Picture me pray for pussy when the dick's for free
Hey now, where my niggaz at? Tell these hoes
Before I pay; I jerk off, word to Moses
Visions of you sittin' there sweaty and wet
Pointin' at the places that you want me to hit
Give me room all up in the room, call the cops
Nigga, hit them walls til the bastard drop
Label me: Makaveli - Thug Nigga with pipe
Livin' life as a Rock Star friday nights
Make money, get pussy
Always keep a pager, cell-phone in the ride
To complete my Nature now!
[Chorus] (That's a nigga nature!)
[Verse 3]
Started as a seed from the semen
Straight outta Papa's nuts, lustin' for creamin'
Bitches wit big butts, curves make a nigga cry, tits and shit
When I'm locked down beggin' you for porno fleeks
Sneak weed in, helped a nigga passed the time
With my name tattoo'd 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
Goin' for nun on the run baby
You know a nigga need some, is my son crazy?
Why I cry, when i be thuggin' til i die
Picture of nigga in heaven high, of weed I fly
Got me missin' dead homies with the phonies that died
Hit the weed and hope it get me high
Dear God, understand my ways, livin' major
Blessed with a thug's heart
In a realla nigga nature!
[Chorus x2] (That's a nigga nature!)
(Just be a nigga nation)
(It ain't my fault, that's a nigga nature)
(A nigga nature)

Tupac
Thug in Me, Thug in You
By age 13 I was buckwild, Good in my knucklegame
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 'til I put my eyes on you
Goddamn 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
Cuz that excites me, The lady bite
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
Though I like the way you scream when you lovin' me
I'm goin' deep, It's the thug in me, So whatcha sayin' girl?
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
Moan baby when we bone, It's on
It's so strong niggas in the next room will come
I got your head swingin'
Tongue kissing, As I hit it from the back
With the bed ringin',
Give me space, As I lick your face, Stick the place
Sychronized so I grind, When they kick the bass
Love fuckin' in the mornin', I get you wet, 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 it's the thug in me
I pull your hair, While we fuckin' in the chair
When you lovin 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 lovin' you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you
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
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 stroaks
Hold your breath now, Close your eyes
Deep throat, Did you like it?
Ooooh i'm excited
Cause there's a party in my bedroom, You're invited
C'mon now, let me see you shake your rump
Tell me, How long will it take to cum
Havin' fun, Do it one on one
And we can all get involved
First ya'll do me, then i'll fuck ya'll
Will you call me the next day
To get sexed by a nigga in the best way
Yah baby that's the price to pay, Only play in the fast lane
When you a hustla, Muthafuckin' cash game
I got you going wild cause i'm lovin you
Drugged out with this muthafuckin' thug in you.
(2x)
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

* Poems written by Shakur as ~ interpreted by other artists
Love within a storm (4x)
First it was nothin', not even, a fake ?
Loneliness was a daily for me, until you came along
There was a gleam of a star in your eyes
Thought I'd never feel this way again
And you were supposed to reach my heart
And find love within, looove, looove
Oooh...oooh
Love within a storm (4x)
This sweet, wonderful ghetto love
This sweet, wonderful love that you give me
Wonderful
I could not ignore the magnetism, when I felt you near
Any problems plaguin' my mind, was suddenly dissapeared
It was re-birth of my heart, the day that you became my friend
'Cause I knew for the moment I held you, that I would fall in love again
Fall in love again, in a storm
Love within a storm (Continues in background throughout next verses)
Just when I thought I'd seen it all
Our paths crossed, amen
And I knew, from the first glance
That you, would be hard to forget
Your eyes, attracted me first
But you reeked of sultry confidence
I couldn't wait, to touch lips
And kiss, with my heart's intention
When we didn't, was what I expected
And for that moment, we erased the tension
Of the awkwardness, of first date jitters
And the initial blind date, first impressions
We kissed again; and I felt the passion
And this, my love, was Cupid's blessin'
We made love, within a storm
In the midst of passion and chaos
Somewhere, somehow, our true bond of friendship was lost
In the eye of the storm, the rain always falls harder
Those who prevail this drama
Will learn to bring their love farther
But now, the storm has past
And the seas of our friendship are gone
But as long as I live, I will remember
The love within a storm
(Love within a storm is repeated after every line)
Sweet, passionate, love-lusting love
Ya know that I miss you, and love you
Ya know that Tupac broke my heart
We need to hear ya, hear ya voice
They say, this ghetto fabulous
On 125th street forkin' around
This village, and the village uptown
South Central, Compton, Philly
Sha-Town, Southside
It's hot in 'Lanta, hot in 'Lanta
Jersey peeps, I hear ya
Miami, South Beach, uh
Yeeah, got love for you, love for you
My Brooklyn knights lovin' you, lovin' me
This open, rich city
Ya know, I got love for you

Reporter
You may remember hearing about a murder
In Las Vegeas 2 months ago
In which a popular and contreversal performer
Was shot
Gang land style and killed
It's a murder that hasn't yet been solved
But the investigation has invited closer scrootney
Of the music industry
(Fades away)
2Pac
Them same mother fuckers want a murder me
Them same mother fuckers
Them same mother fuckers want a murder me
(Ya'll mother fucking crazy)
Crazy
I got a work with what you gave me
Claiming I'm a criminal
When you the one that made me
They got me trapped in this slavery
Now I'm lost in this holocaust
Heading for my grave G
I told Sam he can fuck the war
& got a busted jaw
For saying fuck the law
And if you wonder why I'm Mad check the records
What's a nigga got a do to get respected
Sometimes I think I'm Getting tested
& if I dont say yes a nigga's quick to get arrested
That's the reason I stay zested
I keep a vest on my chest
Incase the cops are getting restless
Walk around ready to light shit up
& since my life is fucked
Some say I'm slighty nuts
Buck buck is the sound as i mooova
Other niggas pay attention when a fool bust
They make a nigga be a killer
I used to be a dealer
But they wanted to see whooo's realer
Now them same motherfuckers want a murder me
& i wonder if the lord ever heard of me
Chorus
Them same mother fuckers want a murder me
(they know everyday when I'm breathing it's it's...)
Them same mother fuckers want a murder me
(Everytime i speak i want the truth to come out)
Them same mother fuckers want a murder me(You know what I'm saying everytime i speak i dont want shit)
& i wonder if the lord ever heard of me
I need loot so I'm doing what i do
& don't say shit
until you've walked in my shoes

Verse 1 - 2pac
Lets see so many motherfuckers wanna take a piece
comin' equipped with some shit niggas just cant believe
i pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee
i'm all over that nigga, come identify the body
my middle finger to you hoe niggas
run up on me, and ill be forced to let it go nigga
i aint the one you wanna try, why, stayin high
i hit the blunt an watch these motherfuckers die
whose runnin the streets i sell that cocaine
cause in the the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne
another hustler makin' major cash
'til the punk police come raid your ass
now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a bitch
cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6
and we know that you can't hang, you a trick
rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh
Chorus (x1)
now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so whats up nigga
now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so whats up nigga
Verse 2 - 2pac
They got a nigga in the dice game, i'm feelin' lucky
but the nigga's just a little bigger, he tryna fuck me
out my cash, imma blast nigga, he don't know
i gotta tell ya like the last nigga, gotta go
No need to run for the trunk, i get em' up
left or right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha)
i'm known to walk the streets on any block
i love my niggas, but i aint puttin down my glock
the gun shots rang when i lose nigga, and ooh nigga
imma show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha)
lay it down just to prove it
and fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this
Chorus (x1)
Verse 3 - Outlawz (EDI & Young Noble)
They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants
this revolution wont be televised, we keep it silent (shh)
roll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game
molotov cocktails, releasing up in flames
tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back
lookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back
wanna see my kids grow dont know if imma make it though
one more nigga came up short in the ghetto
society lied to me so im strapped with the metal
push ya middle finger up nigga if you a rebel
have ya face down goin in ya pockets if ya let em
i done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em
i done made so many mistakes but still i dont regret em
im a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend
im a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons
we all lost souls tryina find our way to heaven
Chorus (x1)
Edi talking:
'to all the comrads no longer with us, see you when we get there
'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut
'til we get up there with ya'll, YOU KNOW!..Thug Life we still livin it
Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let's go! woo'

* Poems written by Shakur as ~ interpreted by other artists
[Chief Okena Littlehawk]
The sun.. and the moon
{*begins to speak in another language*}
Your ways are similar, to the raisin sun
Warm to me, but too strong for some
The more you are needed, the brighter you shine
Watch them for too long, your brilliance will blind
The eyes of mortal men, threaten you with doom
They regret to see you, set, but it is time, for the moon

floatin through space in a cosmic dream traveling a path that is unseen/cause were in a new dimenshun releasing all the stress pain and tenshun/cause my lyrics are bringin a whole new level i traveled the abyss and i slayed the devil/but that was just a dream so fear not hear not as i scream out GOD'S name in vain because im insane bringin much pain to emcees in this game/because this game i play is not the same i play this game a whole new different way/so put down your head in shame as i aim a 380 automatic to the back of your brain/cause that you'll try to harm me cause im one crazy insane one man army/now prepare yourself to step into my domain its a house full of terror horror and much pain/but its the place where i live where i dwell an indignation a vision of hell/in my imagination i see myself walin through the lake of fire demons beside me sins of desire/and i will aquire another emcee to take a trip with me and we'll go slay the demon beast on this journey/verse 2 its all consiracy engraved in gold an invitation to our deaths so woe behold/i see the signs of the times and now im lookin to the future and its lookin dim/because the the times we all dread are still ahead and im tryin not forget what the bible has said/end times apocolyse six six six and awhole lot of other crazy shit/fire brimstone fallin down from the sky all of these things but dont ask me why/now lets take a trip down a road an grab your nine or a.k's be ready to unload/cause what we will see wont be a pretty sight it will like the streets of oxnard but worse at night/so now that you know its a terror zone i have grip on my mac 10 cause i stand alone/trapped inside a dream wondering what does all this mean/can it be terror mayhem or deception now its time for me to change my direction/cause i can see the path im headed down hellbound now its time for me to turn around/hell is a prison for the evil with no defense attourney here on this cosmic journey/verse 3 danger lurks all around me hounds me and it has found me/lost trapped inside an evil place where there's nowhere to hide but only to face/ demons that corrupt my brain delusions cofusion drivin me insane/torment of unseen force guidin me through an obstacle couse/down insanity headed nowhere fast and wonderin how long will all this sufferin last/but still i try to stay strong and at the same time wonder were did i go wrong/now im stepping into light comin out of the darkness from the night/my eyes bein blinded from day but it is easier to find my way/but i still feel im bein bound down by chains now i look down to ground and i see blood stains/right next to them i can see my cell then realized im goin to hell/so now im tryin to change tryin to be good and put in a way it can be understood/were all headed down that path thats unseen a journey down the path of this cosmic dream

F/ Q-Tip
[Q-Tip]
One two..
Dedicated, dedicated..
Yo I remember, it musta been about, ninety-one, ninety-two
Somethin like that..
We had did a show, in San Fran', and 'Pac ran up on stage with us
We was doin 'Check the Rhime'
And after he got up with us, went to the back
and he asked me if I saw 'Juice' - figure it just came out
I remember givin him love
We always had that respect for each other heh, y'knahmsayin?
I guess uh.. we was enjoined kinda on the same path of truth
Or whatever whatever
But he still here though
I know uhm ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh I know it, y'knahmsayin?
I feel him right here
Yeah, I just feel him right here
Hah, hmm, I just feel him right here
Huh, I'ma take my time, I'ma do this joint
Ha ha ha, ha ha
The fear, in the heart, of a man
Dedicated to my heart, my ha-ha-heart
The fear, in the heart, of a man
Dedicated to my heart..
Against an attacker, I will boldly take my stand
because my heart will show, fear for no man
Before a broken heart, I run with fright
scared to be blind in the vulnerable night
Uhh, I believe this fear is in every man
some will acknowledge it, others will fail to understand
Uhh uhh uhh uhh, there's no fear in a shallow heart
because the shallow heart is faint and don't fall apart
because the shallow heart is faint don't fall apart
But feeling hearts that truly care
are fragile to the flow of air
And if I am to be true then I must give.. my fragile heart
my fragile heart
I may re-ceive-great-joy
Or you may re-turn it, say it again
I may re-ceive-great-joy-or you may re-turn it, ripped apart, hah
ripped apart.. ripped apart..
ripped apart nothing left.. ripped apart
Yeah, Tupac Shakur
Tupac Shakur
Tupac Tupac Tupac
Tupac Shakur
We miss you
And we love you
And we love you
Tupac Shakur
And we miss you
And we love you
Tupac Shakur, such a beautiful man, such a beautiful man
Tupac Shakur, I said we love you mon, I said we love you mon
Tupac Shakur, mmmm yeah

Hustlas, ballers, players
Yeah, uh
The father figure
It don't stop, it don't stop
Uh, it don't stop
One love, one love
[J.T. The Bigga Figga]
I was raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from cousin, let me sport his gold
And I was told to put it down, and keep it real
Like 3X Krazy young player about the scrill
In this California lifestyle that I live
Them playas is havin money man in plushed out cribs
Survivin in the city is a serious task
Didn't know the (?) wanted, didn't have time to ask
Cuz I'm Bout It Bout It like the TRU
One love to real hustlers, straight dollars for two
[Hook:]
Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers too
Baby youngsters wanna be like you
You're the father figure of today
We need to find a better way
[J.T. The Bigga Figga]
We at the afterparty chillin cuz we ain't no punks
Some cats is in the back with macks and gold fronts
With sacks they post up, you know we be watchin
Thinkin they got it crankin, playa we got it poppin
Now bitin over dirty work, that ain't cool
With cats in drop 'Vettes in mobs and old schools
We rob them old fools, won't you amount your scratch
Respect them young G's, they the ones that's strapped, ya know
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Dogg Pound, that's the sound, check around, we hold it down
It's the super duper, yes the Snoop-a
Comin through, in all gray and blue
Kickin the game to the playas from the bay
All over the world and out the UK
Everybody around they love Snoop D-O double to the G
Cuz I'm what they love, you see
I'll break em, shake em and I make em and I take em
To the whale, leave em in a spell
And I got a little story to tell
For all my homies that's locked up in jail
I kick it to ya give it to ya for real
Cuz I know y'all dealin with the reals every day and
To get killed ain't nothin to laugh about
But some niggas goin out so sideways make me wanna get me a
bulletproof
Hoo ride and slide around town in
But yet and still, if I get peeled
My niggas gon ride forver and that's real
Ain't no stoppin we ain't coppin no pleas
We spit game for all the real G's
Feel up the (?) they love to have it
They love to take it to the dome, yeah it's on
[J.T. The Bigga Figga]
Meanwhile back in the lab
Paper was gettin stacked, hatas was gettin mad
Confidential information exchanged up on the regular
One dead head, two steps a my competitor
Catch em slippin cuz they just been bought
Got directions to the house and the keys to the vault
Well let me open up this bundle of money, each off a half
Pullin capers with cousin Snoop, Kurrupt and young Daz
In for the cash
Man this gang is thick
If one caught up in the track we can all get sick
And have em shook
The four O crook didn't leave a clue
Snoop D-O double G tell em what you gon do
[Snoop Doggy Dogg] (Both)
I'll keep doin what I'm gon do
With my (nigga J.T.) the Bigga Figga, that's my nigga
Representin (Frisco, in case you didn't know)
(We blow by like Jerry Rice
Come back with styles that are oh so nice)
Snoop D-O double to the G from the LBC
You gots to have (cash) to make it these days
You could make it at least a hundred different (ways)
I go the man and I get a (8 track)
Make me a beat, (smoke me a sack)
Roll up some fat ass uh uh uh
Blaze with my homies and it's (on like that y'all)
[Hook] X 3

oohhhhh
come on come on
I see no changes
Wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth livin, should i blast myself
Im tired of bein poor and even work some black
My stomach hurts so im lookin for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn bout a negro
Pull a triger kill a nigger hes a hero
Sellin crack to the kids who the hell cares
One less will be mouthed on the welfare
First ship in dope and let em deal with borthas
You can then step back watch em kill each other
Its time to fight back thats what huey said
Two shots in the dark, now Hueys dead
I got love for my brotha but we can never go no where
unless we share for with each other
We gotta start makin changes
Learn to see me as a brother, instead of two distint strangers
And thats how its suppose to be
How could the devil take a brotha if he's close to me
I let is go back to when we played as kids
and didn't change
well thats just the way it is
(chorus)
thats just the way it is
things will never be the same
thats just the ways it is
o yeah
thats just the way it is
things will never be the same
thats just the ways it is
o yeah
I see no changes all i see is racist faces
Misplace hate makes discrace for races
We under i wonder what is takes to make this
one better place for this race to waste it
Take the evil out the people that be actin right
cause all black and white and smokin crack tonight
And the only time we chill is when we kill each otha
It takes skill to me real till we heal each other
and tho it seems heaven sent we aint right to see a black presidant
it aint a secret of the sealed effect, the penetentuaries packed
and its filled with blacks
but some things will never change
try to show another way buy stayin in da dope game
now tell me whats a mother to do
bein real to appeal in 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 kids
i gotta get paid
well hey
thats the way it is
(chorus)
come on come on
thats just the way it is
things will never be the same
thats just the ways it is
o yeah
thats just the way it is
things will never be the same
thats just the ways it is
o yeah
You gotta make a change
its time for us as a people to start makin some changes
lets change the way we eat lets change the way we live
and lets change the way we treat each other
see the old way was workin so its on us to do what we gotta do to survive
And still i see no changes
cant a brother get a little peace
theres war on the streets and war on the middle east
stead of full grown poverty
they got a rumor adjust so the police can bother me
and i never did a crime i aint have to do
but now im back in the locks given it back to you
dont let em jack you up back you up crack you up and pimp slap you up
you gotta learn to hold your own
they get jealous when they see you with your mobile phone
but tell the cops they cant touch this
i dont trust this when they tryin to rush or bust us
got the sound on my two just say it aint cool my mom didnt raise no fool
and as long as i stay black i gotta stay stay strack and i never get to lay back
cuz i always got a worry bout the payback
some ruf that i rufed up way back
comin bakc after all these years
rat tat tat tat tat
thats the way its is
(chorus)

F/ Jasmine Guy
[Jasmine Guy]
He's braggin about his new Jordan's
The baby just ran out of milk
He's buyin gold every two weeks
The baby just ran out of Pampers
He's buyin clothes for his new girl
and the baby just ran out of medicine
You ask for money for the baby?
The daddy just ran out the door
GIRL! I can't believe him
(I can..)

I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks...
but no.
[Tupac]
I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.
Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks.
And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked.
And niggas laugh, til' tha first mothafucka got blasted.
I put the nigga in his casket,
Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic.
I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts.
I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.
And gettin' lost on the five-o, fuck them hos.
Got a 45 screamin' about survival.
Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo.
Hollar 'one-time' when I say so.
Don't want to go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences.
Narcs on a nigga's back, missin' me by inches.
And they say how do you survive weighin' 165
In a city where the skinny niggas die?
Tell Mama don't cry.
Even when they kill me,
They can never take the game from a young G.
I'm st8 ballin'!
St8 ballin'!
Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin'
pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it.
But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin'.
It's kinda boomin' and today I'll make a killin'.
Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block.
It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops.
Ha, I'm gettin' high. I think I'll die if I don't get no ends.
I'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it like it's a Benz.
I hate to stip let my music bump,
Drinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for some hoes to fuck.
Rather die makin' money than live poor and legal
As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo.
A need money in a major way.
Time to fuck my BEEEYATCH!! Hey!, and getten' paid
You other mothafuckas callin',
But me and my mothafuckin' thug niggas,
We st8 ballin'!!
St8 ballin'!
Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do.
So watch a young mothafucka pull a trigga just to RAISE UP!
But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes
Young nigga time to do or die.
I keep a pistol in my pocket,
Ready on my block.
Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit.
And now they see that mothafucka beat pain,
At point blank range cause he slept on the game.
Ain't a damned thing changed
Shakin' the dice, now roll 'em,
If you can't stand pain better hold 'em.
Cause ain't no tellin' what you might roll.
You might go catch AIDS from a slight cold. Nigga.
Better live your life to the fullest,
You 'bout to kill a fool, got a pistol mothafucka better pull it.
Cause even when they kill me,
they can never take the game from a young G.
We st8 ballin'!
We st8 ballin'!
To my niggas in the penitentiary,
Loked up like a mothafucka when they mention me.
Cause you fuckin' with the realest motha fucka ever born,
And once again it's on,
I'm bustin' on these bitches till they gone.
Who the hell can you get to stop me?
I'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse.
I keep my glock cocked
I need it cause they're all shady.
I finally made it
now these jealous bitches tryin' to FADE me!
I ain't goin' out I'd rather blast back.
I'm on the corner with my niggas watchin' cash stack.
And I came up a long way from food stamps.
And takin' shit from the low-life ghetto tramps.
Could you blame me if they sweat me I'm gonna open fire.
What could I do? Pull my trigga or watch my nigga die.
I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil slugs.
I'm on the block slangin' drugs with the young thugs.
And mothafucka, we be ballin'!
All mothafuckin' day long, stay strong!
We st8 ballin'.

F/ Mac Mall, Quincy Jones
[Quincy Jones]
Starry night.. an unknown creation
Written by, and from the archives of Tupac Shakur
Dedicated to the memory of Vincent Van Gogh
A creative heart obsessed with satisfying
this dorment and uncaring society
You have given them the stars at night
and you have given them bountiful bouquets of sunflowers
but for you there's only contempt
Though you pour yourself into that frame and present it so proudly
this world could not accept your masterpieces, from the heart
So on that starry night, you gave to us and you took away from us
the one thing we never acknowledged, your life..
[Mac Mall]
Yeah, game laid down by Q, y'knawmsayin?
Vocals by Rasheeda, fly beat by QDIII
And flows by the M-A-C y'all, Mr. M-A-C Mall
[CHORUS: Rasheeda]
Starry night, your life
You gave to us, and took away from us
Starry night, your life
You gave to us, and took away from us
[Mac Mall]
Uhh, uhh.. watch me live my art; writin words from my soul in blood
I speak the truth on every thang I love
I'll probably sacrifice my life.. to send my message through mics
It's like a war drum callin soldiers at night
It's bigger than music I spit it straight from the heart
So it's cold n dark and deep like a universe, but nah don't start
It's for ya entertainment but it's my life y'all
And I can't rewind, fast forward, or press pause
But when you give your all, it's like the

Mr. Shakur, can you please explain the meaning behind your violent lyrics?
Explain tha meaning?? What tha fuck these niggas talkin about...
(Sounds of running and sirens in background)
Damn...
Police!! Freeze!!.... I said FREEZE you miserable black sonova bitch!
My attitude is shitty, my message to tha censorship comity
Who's tha biggest gang of niggas in tha city?
Tha critics are tha cops
Tha courts are tha crooks
Don't look so confused
Take a closer look
Niggas get they necks broke daily
Tryin' ta stay jail free
What tha fuck does Quayle know a young black males...
Please tell me
Message to tha censorship comity
Whos tha biggest gang of niggas in tha city
I pack a 9 milimeter cause I gottem liven hotter than tha 4th of July
If I gotta die, gotta
Momma told me 'Don't lett'em fade me...
Nigga don't lett'em make ya crazy'
Game is what she gave me
Gotta watch your back, strapped
Real niggas laugh back
If you get your ass taxed, swing your gat back
That's not tha way we made it
That's just tha way it is...
So I'm wrong, to spare a niggas kids??
I came up, my message to tha censorship commity
Who's tha biggest gang of niggas in tha city?
Cops pull me over
Check my plates
But i'm legal
Ya couldn't get me, figure 'FUCK with a niggas people'
They got me trapped, gat'd with tha mothafucken hammer back
Cops on my back, just cause i'm black, SNAP
Now i'm guilty?
Message to tha censorship comity
Who's tha biggest gang of niggas in tha city?
All you punk Police will never find peace on tha streets
Till' tha niggas get a piece
FUCK'EM
They kill ya to control ya
Or PAY
Top dollar for ya soul
Real niggas don't fold
Straight souljah
Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a piece...
Fuck tha police
And we're screamin fuck'em
Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a piece...
Fuck tha police
I hear ya...(fuck'em)
Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a piece...
Fuck tha police
I hear ya...(fuck'em)
Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a piece...
Fuck tha police
I hear ya...(fuck'em)
Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a piece...
Fuck tha police
I hear ya...(fuck'em)
Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a piece...
Fuck tha police
I hear ya...(fuck'em)
Can't find peace on tha streets til tha niggas get a piece...
Fuck tha police
Niggas screamin'...fuck'em
Mothafucken punk police
They think they run tha streets (I hear ya)
There's more niggas than there's police...
(I hear ya...)
One nigga
Teach 2 niggas
Teach 3 niggas
Teach 4 niggas (I hear ya...)
Teach more niggas
We would run this shit...
(I hear ya...)
They finally pulled me over and I laughed,
Remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass
[Song continues with this line above, repeated and scratched upon]
SOULJAH...

F/ Dan Rockett
[Dan Rockett * singing]
Sometimes when I'm alone
I cry because I'm on my own
All the tears I cry are bitter and warm
They flow with life, and take no form
Ah the world moves fast
and it would rather pass you on by
than to stop and see what makes you cry
It's painful, so sad, sometimes I cry
But no one really cares..
to ask why, why, why
Well I cry because my heart is torn
I find it hard to carry on
And if I had an ear to confide in
I would cry amongst my treasured friends
A-but who do you know that stops that long
to help another carry on
Ah the world moves fast
and it would rather pass you on by
than to stop and see what makes you cry
It's painful, so sad, sometimes I cry
And no one really cares..
to ask why, why, why
{*guitar playing until the end*}

Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
More than an adversary I'm very quick
I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift
I'm equipped to kick
Grab you coat and you hat, cause I'm prepared to clamp
Scared the [???], and caught them mutha-fuckas damp
Oh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped
Attacking the pacs, I'm kicking the facts for stacks to rap
And those that max, relax and let the blacks get jacks
I'm getting taxed, my pacs is packed with angry blacks
I'm ready to go
I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough
Getting the hoes [???]
Pumping the flow, gangster ho
cause the nose knows
Check the pose, froze, when you see me close
Punks you gonna roast, host, in a cloud of smoke
Broke, choked on a rope, and then smoked
wrote, crimes that'll bring me bank notes
nope, I ain't the type of fella that you use though
Kkkkkkicking the funky flava
Pumping [???] producers
Run for cover when you hear the bass drop
One verse is all it takes
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
wicked wicked this way comes
wicked wicked this way comes
wicked wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way come

[laughter echoed]
I've changed...
You mothafuckas kill me
I've changed...
It ain't that i've changed
But it's strange how you mothafuckas rearrange
When I found fame
Point ya finger at tha bad guy
You know what my momma usta tell me
If ya can't find something ta live 4
Then you BEST, find something ta die 4
(eazy saying 'if there's hell below, we're all gonna
go'--this is all through out tha interlude)
Deep deep
La'tasha Hardings
Remember that name...
Cause a bottle of juice...
Ain't something 2 die 4
Young Quaid
Remember that name...
Cause all you mothafuckas
That go to your grave with that name on your brain
Cause jelousy and recklousness
Is NOT, something 2 die 4
All you Niggas out there
[echoed laughter]
Got a crack that crumbles
When I say all you Niggas (all you niggas)
Unite
One nigga, teach 2 niggas
4 niggas teach more niggas
All tha poor niggas
Tha penn niggas
Tha rich niggas
Tha strong niggas
UNITE
There's more of us than there is of them
Look around...
Check your strip
Deep deep
That's something 2 die 4
Black
That's something 2 live 4
What do I know?

Ninety miles outside Chicago
Can't stop driving, I don't know why
So many questions, I need an answer
Two years later you're still on my mind
Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart?
Who holds the stars up in the sky?
Is true love just once in a lifetime?
Did the captain of the Titanic cry?
Someday We'll Know
If love can move a mountain
Someday We'll Know
Why the sky is blue
Someday We'll Know
Why I wasn't meant for you
Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?
Or what the wind says when she cries?
I'm speeding for the place that I met you
For the ninety-seventh time... tonight
Someday We'll Know
If love can move a mountain
Someday We'll Know
Why the sky is blue
Someday We'll Know
Why I wasn't meant for you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Someday We'll Know
Why Samson loved Delilah
One Day I'll go
Dancin on the moon
Someday You'll Know
That I was the one for you
I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow
Watched the stars crash in the sea
If I could ask God just one question...
Why aren't you here with me?...tonight
Someday We'll Know
If love can move a mountain
Someday We'll Know
Why the sky is blue
Someday We'll Know
Why I wasn't meant for you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Someday We'll Know
Why Samson loved Delilah
One Day I'll go
Dancin on the moon
Someday You'll Know
That I was the one for you

[Intro:Tupac]
So what I wanna do, hopefully is... I wanna be, uhm not I wannabe I am Tupac Shakur!
Tupac!
2005!
Guess who's back?G-G-Guess who's back
G-G-Guess who's back?G-G-Guess who's back
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
[Verse 1:Tupac]
Posse deep as I roll through the streets
Motherfuck the police as we creep in our Jeeps
Layin so low you think I'm sleep
But at the slightest beef, I'm robbin' niggaz sold they teeth
And no P.D can get the dick if they play toughie
Last time the niggaz rushed me I ain't bust but now I'm touchy
Trust me, ain't nothing jumping but these buckshots
And niggaz got enough knots at poppin at corrupt cops
Ten motherfuckaz catch a hot one
You wanted to start a problem, now you coward cops have got one
And there's no prison that can hold a
Motherfuckin' souljah ready to roll and take control
So now jack him while he's sleepin
Roll to the door, throw a grenade in the precinct
some people panic, brothaz bugged out
I had to keep poppin' cause they wont stop until they rubbed out
And their vest don't protect from the head wounds
Reload ammunitions and the bitches will be dead soon
Smoke risin' from the barrel of my shottie
I finally got revenge now count the bodies
Twenty cops, one for every year in jail
Trying to keep a nigga down but ya failed
Before I let you take me I told ya
Fuck being trapped, I'm a soulja
[Chorus: Eminem]
I betcha that I got something you aint got, that's called courage
It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon
I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person
I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin
You aint?BR>
[Verse 2:Tupac]
My crew, 2Pac, and the Mad Bitch
In the '64 rag on them thangs that's a bad bitch
Gettin' ghost on them bitches in the town
Bustin' out the backseat nigga when we clown
Homie is you down?
Dee got the strap and she anxious
Hurry up before she spanks shit
Comin' round the corner spittin' rounds
They can't hold me down
Caught them sucka ass bitches outta bounds
Now tell me how that sound
A double date laced with hate
Make em pray for the judgment day
Now tell me how that sound
A double date laced with hate
Make em pray for the judgment day
Stinkin' biaatch!!
[Chorus: Eminem]
I betcha that I got something you aint got, that's called courage
It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon
I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person
I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin
You aint?{Tupac}
[Outro:Tupac]
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me

[Ja Rule]
Rest in peace to my nigga Stretch, my nigga 'Pac
So much pain
Uhh.. yeah, huh, yeah
All my, niggas.. so much pain
Uhh.. huh, yeah
Yeah, so.. much..
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
[Ja Rule]
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin high with my fo'-five
Cocked on these niggaz time to die
Even as a lil' nigga, you could picture me hot gun in the rain
I shed the tear, cause this nigga here inherits the pain
And now I'm labeled as a thug nigga - you know the game
Smokin weed, fuckin hoes, slangin thangs, that's the life I live
Even if I tried to go back I'd get lost (come back)
And everything I seem to love I done lost
Fuck the world if they can't understand me
What else could I do? I had to feed my fuckin family
Yo' lies is my truth, so I'm a drug to your youth
And you don't want 'em nowhere near me, now that they can hear me
I spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of tote-slangers and chalk lines
Why do we die at an early age?
Nigga so young, but still a victim of a twelve-gauge
Feel the rage this world has bestowed upon me
And I don't give a fuck 'cause they don't give a fuck 'bout me
So I keep - drinkin Hennessy, bustin at my enemies
Will I live to see twenty-three? There's so much pain
[Chorus]
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
[Ja Rule]
Years and years of strugglin all my life
Runnin wild as a kid, grew up blazin 'em right
I'm in a - little cell I call my soul lately
It's been a - givin me hell and my heart is screamin, "Don't enter"
I've been cursed, for what it's worth I feel dead
Spittin to you, I know I'm in way over my head
But Lord hear me, I believe in your "7 Day Theory"
Three souls done sent this whole world teary (can you hear me?)
Too hot for you to stand near me
It's so much pain, and niggaz wanna kill me
I'm tired of the stress and the strain
But my, grimiest grimeys got love for me
They're blazin, sendin shotguns up above for me
My face in, Hennessy with no chaser
Coke rises on every way in - keep us hustlin nigga
Me and my man got a plan to get this paper nigga
So if you owe nigga, look for the gauge to blow nigga
I figured I'd be considered a killer
Doin crime excited my mind and leadin the blind
I, can't express my compassion, my satisfaction
for gettin fucked up and blastin - we all been there
Taught from young to shoot, show no fear and lie
And wipe the tears from yo' mother's eyes - so much pain
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
("They'll never take me alive..." -> 2Pac)
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive..." -> 2Pac)
Ooohhh, tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive..." -> 2Pac)
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive..." -> 2Pac)
Ooooooohhhhhh, nooooooooooooo
("Cocked on these suckers, time to die" -> 2Pac)
[2Pac]
They got me mobbin like I'm - loc'd and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckers if they test me
Trust, I got my glock cocked, playa if they press me
Bust on motherfuckers with a - PASSION
Better duck 'cause I ain't lookin when I'm - BA-BLASTIN
I'm a nut and drinkin Hennessy
And gettin high on the lookout for my enemies
Don't wanna die, tell me why?
Cause the stress gettin major
A buck-fifty 'cross the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong
These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep
I'm real they can not see
And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin on the streets
And I be, ballin loc, don't let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin at these suckers 'til you buried
I was born to raise - hell, a nigga from the gutter, word to mother
I'm tough - I'm kickin dust up, ready to bust
I'm on the scene steady muggin mean; until they kill me
I'll be livin this life, I know you feel me
There's so much pain
[Chorus] - repeat 2X w/ variations
Ooooohhhhh, pain

There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see
that's gon' make it hard to smile in the future.
But through whatever you see,
through all the rain and the pain,
you gotta keep your sense of humor.
You gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit.
Remember that.
Mmm, yeah.
Keep ya head up.Yeah.
Our lifestyles be close captioned
addicted to fatal attractions
Pictures of actions be played back
in the midst of mashin'
No fairy tales for this young black male
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and heart be a nigga culture
or the repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears? Save your sympathy
My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you believe then you can achieve
Just look at me
Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke with no lights on
To all the seeds that follow me
protect your essence
Born with less, but you still precious
Just smile for me now
Chours: Johnny P, 2Pac
Smiiiiiile for me , won't you smile (smile for me now)
Just smiiiile (smile), smile for me
(What cha lookin' all sad for, nigga you black, smile for me now)
Smiiiiiile for me (nigga you ain't got nothin' to be worried about)
Won't you smile (no doubt, smile for me now) just smiiiiile
(And the next generation)
Verse Two: Scarface
Now as I open up my story
with the blaze a your blunts
And you can picture thoughts slowly
up on phrases I wrote
And I can walk you through the days that I done
I often wish that I could save everyone
but I'm a dreamer
Have you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game
overlookin' his tomorrows and they finally came?
Look back on childhood memories and I'm still feelin' the pain
Turnin' circles in my life came to dealin' cocaine
To many hassles in my local life, survivin' the strain
And a man without a focus, life could drive him insane
Stuck inside a ghetto fantasy hopin' it'd change
But when I focus on reality we broke and in chains
Had a dream of livin' wealthy and makin' it big
And after all my momma's thankin' God for blessin' the child
All my momma gots to do now is collect it and smile
Smile
Chorus (without 2pac)
Verse Three: 2Pac
Fuck the world as we ???? and witness furious speeds
of nasty questions keep us all stressin', curious G's
Backstabbed and bleedin', fuckin' thoughts laced with weed
Learnin', duckin' stray shots, bullets be hot, they burnin'
Inhalin' sherm smoke, visualized the flames
Will I be smothered by my own pain?
Strange whispers, cowards conversate, so quick to dis us
Takin' pictures for the feds, and desperate hopes they'd get us
Hit us off, give us plenty centuries, forgive my sins
Since I ain't in many penitenturies the best revenge is fuck friends
We military minded soldiers, bustin' shots blindly
Tryin' to find Jehovah to help me
Somebody save me
Lost and crazy, scared to drop a seed hopin' I ain't cursed my babies
Maybe now niggas feel me now, picture my pain
embrace my words make the world change
And still I smile nigga
(Scarface talking)
And now a moment of silence, let us pray
And as you journey into outerspace
may the angels help to lead the way
shine up on your soul to keep you safe
And all the homies that done passed away
They there to greet you as you pass the gates
And as you headed to the tunnel's light
I hope it leads to eternal life
We say the prayers for our homie 'Pac
Smile
(Smile for me)
(All ya need to do is smile)
(Woooo smile for me)
(Come on smile for me)

[2pac]
Shit don't stop [2x]
Game rules often slang to the right fools
Heavy hittin' at this motherfucker's straight spittin'
Diggin' deep into your brain while tryin to explain
why real niggas need to stick to the game
It's the same got these motherfuckers changin' on me
Jealous-ass player-haters gaming on me
Look out motherfucker homey-G
As in gettin' motherfuckers 'fore they come get me
Get down for the right for the wishes
Fake ass nigga, you in shit, for fightin' over bitches
You call that a player?
Straight-ass sissy
See me at my show nigga miss me
Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit
Got a pistol motherfucker try to pull quick
And just cause i'm rappin don't mean I ain't scrappin
And if you clip when the shit happens, it don't stop
[chorus] Shit don't stop...
[Y.N.V]
Now my guess is true
Them thug life niggas is a bull
Everywhere we go
The niggas trippin at the door
I want to dance with you
You can dance at the party and not get whipped [1x]
[Macadoshis]
See the shit don't stop
My 9 goes pop
Your body drip-drop
Throw that ass in a zip-loc
[Rated R]
Now you've been hauled away in a body bag
Get your Sammy D said how your blood got sneeze me
[Macadoshis]
Yo you fuckin' with a thug yo your ass gets plugged
With this hollow-point slugs
With ya under the rug
[Rated R]
That's why my deaf niggas don't play that shit
In thug life niggas be the craziest
[Macadoshis]
So when you think about fuckin' this
You better wear a vest
But it really don't matter
We ain't aimin' at your chest
[Rated R]
Nah we blowin holes in your motherfuckin' skull
Make sure your ass is smoked
That's all the fat lady wrote
[Macadoshis]
You heard that fat bitch sing when my shit went bang-bang
But it don't pay when i flaunt your brain
[Rated R]
Nigga, ain't no plain cane brothers come no show
In the casket
Git'n they ass kicked
And blasted
It don't stop
[chorus 1x]
[Mopreme]
All I wanna do is try to Mac the hoes
Spin bank on thangs sellin me a sponsor on my foes
It's like each and every one they got the look of death
I got my 9 nigga
Don't be silly
You better watch your step
[Syke]
And pussies we crossin when my crew is flossin'
Bitches we tossin'
And niggas we crossin'
It's like a murder rhyme when we hit your hood
It's all good
The punks? I wish you would!
[Mopreme]
Wouldn't better to just corrolate what we bust
Instead of kickin' dust
Gets a press y'all from nuts
Cause ain't no herbs here
And ain't no morgues
Beware of the water 'cause they full of sharks
[Syke]
But in every state
Niggas perpetrate and test
Where I come from fools die for less
And thugs keep thugin' till their casket drop
It's on 'till I die
And the shit don't stop
[chorus 2x]

growning up in the hood done changed a nigga from my momma's baby boy to a thug totting a plastic toy as i recall it was good for a lil nigga till his brother died back in 94 over some bullshit papa spilt left a nigga on his own nah he growning up quick learnin the streets and playing these bitches leavin all back stabbers in stitches told by an ol'G not to trust these niggaz cuz in the end they all snitches a quest for currency got the best of him hearing that the police got they eye on him destine for the penn hidin out at different houses paranoid smoking weed in the corner drinking on a bottle of gin praying that the lord hear the cry from this young nigga turned out living that thug life
summertime a lil nigga made to see another season still breathin from the altercations with them niggaz from the other section killed his first man at 16 watching his back knowing any second could be revenge solo cuz he trust no nigga he his only team high beams on new benz was his dream staying alive to see 20 is his goal he striving for done seen the wicked ways this world has to offer playing the cards in hands hopen he go make to see tomorrow looking at the moon light satan out tonite could this be last words of this young soulja played the game as raw as the next nigga no one ever figured that he would be man of the drug game reminicin on his past years coming to grisp from every sipp of gin that tonite go be his last he blasted first but couldnt stop all his foes in december of 04 he was put to rest

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....

[Pac: talking]
Fuck all these motherfucker's talking all this old bullshit
Like niggas just gonna accept that old trash ass shit
We ain't having none of this old shit
These niggas about to come up straight short
Casue we about to get buck wild on you motherfucker's
[Verse 1:]
You're about to feel the wrath, a psychopath when this song play
Get iller than Johnny Gill and rub you the wrong way
Fuck sensitivity I get cruel when you're doing me
Cause none of the rough stuff bitch stop pursuing me
So true to the game, it's a name you don't dare say
A lyrical lunatic when I kick it your scared straight
Motherfucker's fall way to the roster
You step any closer and get hit with a dose of
The iller-fied pimping-ass gang to bang to
And I ain't ashamed to, get wicked with slang to
Niggas know, when I flow, I can give you mo'
Get sicker than psycho, and won't let the Mic, go
Till I hear the whole crowd on they two feet
As I go through new beats, I'm running through MC's
Nigga please you dizzy, you can't take me
You stumble through break beats but you'll never fade me
Scared straight cause you hate, when I motivate
You suffer a different fate, when music I mutilate
But some of the super suckers try to stop me
I'm gunning and running the stupid motherfucker's now they jock me
What if I should trip? Or chill and a give fair break
Fuck it they feel the wrath of a motherfucker scared straight
[Chorus:]
You scared motherfucker you scared?
I know you scared motherfucker you scared (Ah, yeah, scared straight)
Cause I can hear your heart beating, heavy breathing
I can see the sweat, trickling from your head
You scared motherfucker you scared?
I know you scared motherfucker you scared (When your heart's beating)
Cause I can hear your heart beating, heavy breathing I can see the sweat, trickling from your head
[Verse 2:]
Feel the funky funk house buster you'll get rolled on
No matter how much they bring, I duck and dodge and hold on
Best a watch the swing
Nigga the game is so strong, catch me by surprise
You won't realize your hoe's gone
Nigga I'm on the creep
And if I know your address, girls as good as stuck
She eating my Mr. Badness
Pac don't give a fuck, I got too many enemies
Fucking with the ginger juice the booze of fucking Hennessy
The closer they can get
But still don't let them see me sweat, suckers ain't trying to step
They know they'll be breathing they last breathe
Niggas ain't got no heart, but swear that they be rocking shit
Till they get a load of the bold ass 2Pacalypse
Tell them to bring the noise, and look like they wanna rift
Brother this is ain't a game, a crook's what's you're fucking with
Hitting him with the flurry, I'll bury him if he steps to me
Sucker's can't get next to me, tripping off some Ecstasy
Literal life insanity, even a form of suicide
This ain't BBD, try doing me you're do or die
Dropping them like a Mack, and smacking them like a weak bitch, nigga don't even twitch
Cause them I'ma have to pull the switch
Victory to the switch, so fuck 'em if they, try to break
Freaking 'em with the funk left them drunk
Hella scared straight
Hell yeah
Scared straight
[Chorus: x4]
This 2Pacalypse in this motherfucker
And I'm scared straight
My motherfucker partners in the house

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
All around the world same song
All all around the world same song
[Shock G]
I came for the party to get naughty get my rocks on
eat popcorn watch you move your body to the pop song
that I'm singing dinga linging funky beats ringing
everybody's swinging in the place
as I kick the J A Z Z Y is my style
R&B; mixing it with the hip hop swing beat
Champagne in my hand, it wont be long till I'm gone
It's just the same old song
[Humpty Hump]
It's just a freestyle, meanwhile, we keep the beat kickin
sweat drippin, girlies in the limo eatin chicken
oops don't get the grease on your pantyhose
I love ya Rover, move over, I gotta blow my nose
Sneezin, but still I'm pleasin to all the slimmies
Pull out my jimmie, time to get busy wit a Jenny
if it's good and plenty, dont you know
there I go, there I go, there I go
But I dont go nowhere without my jim hat
If I'm rappin, cause she's clappin
then I'm strappin cause I'm smarter than that
then girlie maybe we can get along
Cutie after cutie, it's just the same old song
[Chorus: repeat 3X]
[Money B]
Money B, the freaky deaky, the sqeaky meaky up and down
as a matter of fact ill be right back i gotta take a leak
So I'm drainin entertainin, but I got fame
and the bases I touch to much for me tryin to be namin
Aiyyo, you saw me on cable and gip
I busted in and I was goin legit
Clark Gable back in Pakland its the same old song
sport these shorties, same freckles and hat
drinkin the same 40's
[Humpty Hump]
hypothetical, political, lyrical, miracle whip
just like butter, my ryhmes are legit
Cause I'm the humpty. not humpty dumpty, but humpty hump
here a hump, there a hump, everywhere a hump
[Shock G]
ah shut up and just listen
not dissin dont get me wrong
but to me its just the same old song
so just watch, my name is shock, and i like to rock
and you cant stop this
2Pac go ahead and rock this
[2Pac]
Now I clown around when I hang around with the Underground
Girls use to frown, say I'm down, when I come around
gas me and when they pass me they use to diss me
harrass me, but now they ask me if they can kiss me
Get some fame, people change, wanna live they life high
same song, can't go wrong, if I play the nice guy
(clamin that they must have changed,just because we came strong)
I remain, still the same (why Tu'?) cause it's the same song
[Chorus: repeat 3X]

[Chorus]
You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead
Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight
Why am I trying to see, when there aint nothing in sight
Why am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try
Why am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up
Choppin rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze
celebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
And still I'm havin memories of high speeds, when the cops crashed
As I laugh pushin the gas when my glocks blast
We was young, and we was dumb but we had heart
In the dark when we survived through the bad parts
Many dreams is what I had, and many wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
And these bitches they still continue to per sue me
A couple of movies now the whole world tryin to screw me
even the cops tried to sue me
So what can I do but stay true, sippin 22's a brewin
now the medias tryin to test me got the press askin questions, tryin to stress me
misery is all I see, thats my mind's state
My history with the police is shakin' the crime rate
Ma main man had 2 stikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped
He screamed 'Thug Life!' and emptied the clip
gots tired of runnin from the police
[chorus]
[Biggie]
I was shocked at everything! Ya know what im sayin.
I wasn't more shocked at him dying.
I was more shocked at him. Pac' is a strong dude...
I know him... You know what I'm sayin?...
Real strong... so it was when he got shot I was more like "again".
You know what I'm sayin?...
He always gettin shot or shot at...
He gon' pull threw this one again,
make a few of records about it and its gon be over..
You know, then when he died I was like 'Woah'...
you know what I'm sayin...
it kinda took me by suprise...
even though we was going threw our drama I would NEVER
wish death on nobody!
'cause there ain't no comin back from death [echo].....

[2Pac]
If you a bad boy
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
If you a bad boy then you die
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
They fucked up when the rob me
Put another contract on Mobb Deep
[Hussein Fatal]
I focus my locus thought on my enemies
Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me
I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book
Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy
And as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist
Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar
Strap in back to the corners droppin on to spin the tires
My man define ya 357 anaconda
This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama
Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy
Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death
And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh
You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered
Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted
[Tupac]
Ever since mama got fucked and papa ducked out
Look at us murderous thugs showin 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 we flaunt it
Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
Exploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release
Criminal orders across the waters 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 street really
And every hood let you grow
from the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O'
And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step
My homie buried at an early age hustled to death
His last breath, a lesson I posses like jewels
Stay thugged out keep it movin'
[Yaki Khadafi]
Halfway thugs are buged when we stalk the streets
Sort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets
You speak the big pussy throw down and drop it
Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket
Getting mine with nine coked extorting
Block shots with 22's with my socks with the butt hangin out the chalk
You never seen time I travel across the mean crime
My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime
With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin
Catch my body like haitian 5 minutes from the station
[Young Noble]
Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence
The bigger prick don't mean no evidence or proof the I was present
At the scene of the crime around 10 niggas bleed
After they made this punk fag motherfucker bleed
All the money was bloody as shit, y'all niggas shoulda seen it
Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees shit
The glock to your head nigga, don't let inside action
Hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot fucken backwards
Little homies puttin work for stripes
But is it worth your life a g-rides runnin red lights
I wish somebody would have t old me then
Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell they can hold me in
Caucassian crazy like Arabians
Hold this spot like some niggas fade me in having the scene chase me
When they want the product nigga I got the smoke
Got the weed and the coke what you need what you want
What you working with I'm some immortal shit
Outlawz we straight hurtin shit use artillery to murder with
Put then on the box gangsta party like Pac
Lifes hard from the ox me and my niggas on top
[2Pac: repeat 5X]
I know the law hate me dearly, comin for me
We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin on E
[Nuttso]
With the leaded Pac, fuck the law
Carry steal cause I live in the nigga 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, blazing, kryptonite got a nigga dazing
Burpin and smurkin got on his knees before I grave em
Ride em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped
At a stop light in a growin night, this motherfucken trick
Slide over so I can dip and put it in him
Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I sent it
Hit the pedal now we high speeding
With the metal trying to make these motherfuckers die freezing
Up the way I seen him slow down
Shit!! I think I'm gonna bust these hoes down
Caught them runnin on e it kind of funny to me
They know they was fuckin with me but they dumb to see
[2Pac]
Open up fire watchin me spy when my shells split em
Plus all them tricks and the bitches go to hell with em
Fuck em they phony claimin they homies but the foes
Speakin on thug niggas daily while we nailing they hoes
Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation
Words known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation
Crooked thoughts cops get bought no longer caught
Did you cry when my girl died
Put out the hit politc niggas worldwide grabbin my dick
I'll never learn take away the pain with sherm
Throwin gas on my enemies watchin them burn
Call my posse, I'm shootin up the casket take the body
Whip the corpse like a pié¦Â'ta and party
His last breath a straight lesson I posses like jewels
Stay thugged out keep it movin
Chorus till fade

[Chorus]
You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead
Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight
Why am I trying to see, when there aint nothing in sight
Why am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try
Why am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up
Choppin rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze
celebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
And still I'm havin memories of high speeds, when the cops crashed
As I laugh pushin the gas when my glocks blast
We was young, and we was dumb but we had heart
In the dark when we survived through the bad parts
Many dreams is what I had, and many wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
And these bitches they still continue to per sue me
A couple of movies now the whole world tryin to screw me
even the cops tried to sue me
So what can I do but stay true, sippin 22's a brewin
now the medias tryin to test me got the press askin questions, tryin to stress me
misery is all I see, thats my mind's state
My history with the police is shakin' the crime rate
Ma main man had 2 stikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped
He screamed 'Thug Life!' and emptied the clip
gots tired of runnin from the motherfuckin police
[chorus]
[Biggie]
I was shocked at everything!I wasnt more shocked at him die.I was more
shocked at him.Pac' is a strong dude..I know him..you know what I'm
sayin?...Real strong..so it was when he got shot I was more like fuck him.
You know what I'm sayin?..I mean no one gets shot or shot at again... He
gon' pull threw this one again and nigga's gon live his life again..and it
will soon be over,but when he died I was like 'Woah'..you know what I'm
sayin..I mean it happend so fast.. you know what I'm sayin , even though we
was going threw our drama I will NEVER
wished death on no one!'cause they will get back{echo}...

Thug Life! Comin' str8 out the West Coast,
Real Boy Killaz!
2pac with the Assassin! And we ridin' for the west Side!
Bad Boy, Bad Boy whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when we comin' at you??
Bad Boy, Bad Boy whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when we comin' at you??
Bad Boy, Bad Boy whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when we comin' at you??
Bad Boy, Bad Boy whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when we comin' at you??
[2pac]
I got these bustaz on my block, and they after me
Runnin' round tellin' these niggaz, how they goin' capture me.
It's gettin' crazy, it's hard to make my mind up
Now should I bucm em' down and put my 9 up?
Ya see, I ain't a Bad Boy, jus' a boy that had it bad
I graduated from 22?s to 357 mags.
Runnin' on these marks for they stash and I ain't askin
Givin' up or get the blastin'.
The penitentiary don't scare me
A str8 thug nigga...hoes say they'll take care of me.
And tell me who the fuck you goin' find?
Rough enough to tell these bitch niggaz this is mine
Now busta meet my 9!
20 role on the grind I'm sick about mine and uhh
Ain't nutin' wrong wit' gettin' high.
A hustlin' ass nigga from the projects
I'm makin' loot, screamin' Thug Life, nigga when I shoot.
They made me a (badboy!)
(hook)
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life, westside when we ride, one time!
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'!
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life, westside when we ride, one time!
Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'!
Fuck Bad Boy!
[the Assassin]
I'm screamin' west side ridah when we ride and in a hoo ride
Suicide til the day gettin' high!
From the Bay to LA, drinkin' Tanqueray and da Alize
When we stay on the blocks, slangin' rocks, runni' from cops.
When we runnin',we comin', and gunnin' and you get done and
In the city wit' no pity, down wit' Thug Life, we doin' it live!
Everytime we side on you trick made bitches.
Packin' a 45, recognize the game in yo' set
BEtta jet when I get you wet, wit' intention a' do or die
Homicide, genocide to the other side
When we glide wit' my nigga Pac we bustin' em niggaz
On th block wit' Gangsta-D back up me your real OG
comin' up outta the 7 T rees.
Strick 9 to the LHD
We claimin' to bring we make em fiend
For the fact we havin' em stack on the map
For the city of Sac al the way to the Jo' when stroll
Poppin the mos, outta killa California, str8 loc westcoast!
(hook)repeat1
Hahahahaha!

Prepare The Way, Prepare The Way of the LORD (x2)
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus(x2)
Prepare The Way. Prepare The Way of the LORD (x2)
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus(x2)
You are the Light of the World, You are the Light of the world,
You are the Light of the World, Jesus(x2)
You are the King of the Earth, You are the King of the Earth,
You are the King of the Earth, Jesus(x2)
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus(x2)
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus(x2)
You are the Light of the World, You are the Light of the World,
You are the Light of the World, Jesus(x4)
You are the King of the Earth, You are the King of Earth,
You are the King of the Earth, Jesus(x2)
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus(x2)

This going out to all the females that be having
To beat them motherfuckers in they head to get them
Off of them, Haha
Another shady mission, tricks, like watchin pictures in hazy vision
Tonight is love makin, take you any place you wish
Today we satisfied, and today we stole them kisses
Blind insanity, perfect pictures of me and my family
Not understanding it definitely, if they plan for me
If I have kids, will I live to see them grow?
Though I don't know, I live the life of a thug nigga
Until the day I go, no broken promises
A sacred bond broken, I know I die alone
But yet and still I'm hopin
Visions of prisons, maybe I'll be forgiven
I know it's better in heaven 'cause bein here ain't livin
Close my eyes and see nothing but pain, the world is crazy, still
Lookin for a queen to plant seeds and have babies
Maybe I'll be the one or just maybe I'm lost
You'll never know being cautious, if you playa cardz right
Chorus
Playa cardz right baby (Haha, playa cardz right)
Playa cardz right girl (Take ya time)
Take your time baby (Be patient)
Just be patient baby (Don't rush)
Don't you rush it girl
Uh huh, Luda
You ain't gotta do that baby
It's not the hand that you're dealt but how you playin your cards
You got a brother feelin mellow like a Cuban cigar
You truly a star, we'll take the days one at a time
I think we make the perfect pair, cause you my one of a kind
I say we make a full house, live out the family dreams
No jokers, no jacks, just kings and queens
And we should leave the clubs alone and take trips to islands
Give you all of my heart and flood your hands with diamonds
No more livin like a player, stop chasin the hoes
I never put you in a shuffle, use my ace in the hole
I live a life full of riches we got places to go
So no bluffin, no rushin, just takin it slow
Let your man do the hustling while you lay in the shade
I'll throw a deuce to the haters, call a spade a spade
And let you know I'll never hurt you, babygirl
You made me hurry up and wait and I know patience is a virtue
Haha
Playa cardz right baby
Chorus
You're the one, the only one heaven sent for me
Baby I'm hopin that you understand, that you still believe
That I got the special times, on my mind, just hopin that you see
Baby that the thug in me is lovin you, that this is meant to be
Girl I'll never leave you alone
Chorus
Hahah
You know
I know how it is sometimes
I know exactly what you talking about
Motherfucker be havin a one track mind.
That liquor be makin a motherfucker just straight up stone cold thuggin
It's ok, we don't know no better sometimes, haha
You gotta slow down homie
We learn that
Playa cardz right
Yeah hahaha
Especially them niggaz like Kastro, Kastro is a straight gorilla pimp
My homeboy I-20 is just like that man
And that nigga fuckin uhh, Yaki Kadafi, straight gorilla pimp
Lil' Fate the same way
Niggaz just be takin it, they don't give a fuck. Big what?
Exactly
Them niggaz is just gorilla pimps
Haha, that's Jayo for ya
E.D.I. Amin
Hahahaha, Haaaaa
That nigga done slow down up
Please slow it down
He used to be a super gorilla pimp
Dolla Boy, Haha, Disturbin tha Peace baby, we can take it slow sometimes man
Yeah, yeah
Woooo, playa cardz right
Playa cardz right

[Tupac]
As real as it seems the American Dream
Ain't nothing but another calculated schemes
To get us locked up shot up back in chains
To deny us of the future rob our names
Kept my history of mystery but now I see
The American Dream wasn't meant for me
Cause lady liberty is a hypocrite she lied to me
Promised me freedom, education, equality
Never gave me nothing but slavery
And now look at how dangerous you made me
Calling me a mad man cause I'm strong and bold
With this dump full of knowledge of the lies you told
Promise me emancipation indispute nation
All you gave my people was our patience
Fathers of our country never cared for me
They kept my answer shackled up in slavery
And Uncle Sam never did a dam thing for me
Except lie about the facts in my history
So now I'm sitting hear mad cause I'm unemployed
But the government's glad cause they enjoyed
When my people are down so they can screw us around
Time to change the government now panther power
[Chorus]
Panther power
Panther power
Panther power
[Tyson]
Coming straight that resides within
Go toe to toe with a panther and you just can't win
Suffered fame bats suppressed the rest
The rich get richer and the poor can't last
The American Dream was an American nightmare
You kept my people down and refuse to fight fair
The Klu Klux Klan tried to keep us out
Besides drew they know no blacks allowed
With intimidation and segregation was a way for our freedom
But now were impatient
Blacks the other skin: dead or sell outs
Freedom, equality, then I'll yell out
'Don't you ever be ashamed of what you are
It's ya panther power that makes you a star'
Panther power
[Chorus]
Panther power
Panther power
Panther power
[Tupac]
My Mother never let me forget my history
Hoping I was set free chains never put on me
Wanted to be more than just free
Had to know the true facts about my history
I couldn't settle for being a statistic
Couldn't survive in this capitalistic
Government cause it was meant to hold us back
Using ignorant, drugs, to sneak attack
In my community think of unity
But when I charged them, tried to claim immunity
I strike America like a case of hard disease
Panther power is running through my arteries
Try to stop oh boy you'll be clawed to death
Cause I'll be fighting for my freedom with my dying breath
Do you remember that is what I'm asking you?
You think you living free don't let me laugh at you
Open your eyes realize that you have been locked in chains
Said you wasn't civilized and stole your name
Cause some time has passed seem you all forget
There ain't no liberty to you and me we all ain't free yet
Panter power
[Chorus]
Panther power
Panther power
Panther power
[Tupac]
As real as it seems the American Dream
Ain't nothing but another calculated schemes
To get us locked up shot up back in chains
To deny us of the future rob our names
Kept my history of mystery but now I see
The American Dream wasn't meant for me
Cause lady liberty is a hypocrite she lied to me
Promised me freedom, education, equality
Never gave me nothing but slavery
And now look at how dangerous you made me
Calling me a mad man cause I'm strong and bold
With this dump full of knowledge of the lies you told
Promise me emancipation indispute nation
All you gave my people was our patience
Fathers of our country never cared for me
They kept my answer shackled up in slavery
And Uncle Sam never did a dam thing for me
Except lie about the facts in my history
So now I'm sitting hear mad cause I'm unemployed
But the government's glad cause they enjoyed
When my people are down so they can screw us around
Time to change the government now panther power
[Chorus]

PAC'S THEME
[Statements variously said throughout song.]
I was raised in this society so there's no way
you can expect me to be a perfect person cuz I'm a do what I'm a do.
(I am still thirsty) - Arrested Development
(There is absolutly no reason for a record like this to be published.
It has no place in our society.) - Dan Quayle
(They gotta understand me)
(Withdraw on this record) - Dan Quayle
That's how I feel I'm a do whatever I like. I am not a role model

(feat. Snoop Dogg, T.I., Ashanti & Chris Starr)
Uh oh, uh oh
Oh, oh
They ain't ready for this
Uh huh
LT Hutton, Snoog Dogg, T.I.
It's that new Pac yall
Uh oh, let's get it, Oh!
[Chorus: Chris Starr (Snoop Dogg)]
Pac's Life (Yeah, uh huh)
Everybody talk about Pac's Life (And you ain't even know the homie)
But what do you know about Pac's Life? (What you know about Pac's Life?) Yeah
Everybody talk about Pac's Life (Outlaw, Outlaw, yeah)
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Started with five shots, niggaz plottin' to kill em'
Never figured that, that same nigga'd sell five million
Hit the charts like a madman nothin' but hits
Court cases got a nigga facin' multiple digits
Dodgin cop cars look at how we come so far
Picture high school dropout rollin' the double R
House full of happiness weed and drink
Way out sortin' trouble tryna find me king
Never pictured livin' longer than my twenty-first
Thought I'd be locked down, cracked out or in the dirt
And though it hurt's to see the change
It comes with the fame
Why we gossip in the silly games
To all the motherfuckers speakin down on me -
This is the night, Why is everybody caught up in Pac's Life
To all ya'll niggaz, conversatin' on my life
Mind your motherfuckin' business!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
When we first hung out together, I met you with the homie
We had no intentions of becoming homies
But at no time at all, you became my dog
You showed me how to roll blunts, we used to bounce and ball
I was living on Bush in the pent house suites
Had my lil' cousin Daz hook you up with some beats
It was Outlaw, Dogg Pound, Death Row Records, man we tore up the town
Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre and now we got Pac, it felt like a drizzeam
Remember when I told Suge to put you on the tizzeam
And you know that I was true
Cause I took the focus off of me to put 'All Eyez On you'
And we became the most hunted together, '2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted'
And our relationship was genuwine
Wanna know how I know about Pac's Life? Cause was a friend of mine
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Ey, what's happenin Pac' yeah I know we never got to meet
But we know all the same people so we got the speed
You taught me first -- fate nigga can't stop a G
And all that shit you went through meant alot to me
Watchin you lockin up with him, was a shame to see
You know crack in the business did the same thing to me
I get along with real niggaz, it's a lane to be
Talkin' loud outta pocket tryna bang wit' me
Well so I'm pullin' out my pocket, let it rain ya' see
Now they all in the court room, blamin' me
See we lived the same life and represent the same struggle
Power to the real nigga and death to the sucker
Money over bitches get to know em' before you love em'
Death before dishonor never talk to army trouble
Live by the same rules, so my wrist's tattooed
With the same sorta' dude, with the same short fuse
[Chorus]

I ain’t got no mutherfucking friends
That’s way fuck yo bitch fat mutherfucker
(take money) Kazside
Pumboy killers
(take money) you know who A.P.A. is
(take money) we fucked you
(take money)
First we fuck your bitch and suck my dick
This is A.P.A chick and Mafia Gangs
You tray to be a A.P.A leed but we fucked your ass
We bust on pumboy asiels fucked for live
Plus you traying to see P.A. weak fuck we se
Puma smals and beste vrienden sucks as bitches
They are traying, hope is coming to be a gang
We haven’t gunning bu we stil killing on the fools, you knouw the rules
Little Gazret you traing to be a mafia gang
Cuz you shut up and living piece, so fuck this
Your mother’s fucking around with asiels
Qiuck she sucks dicks of PapianAlsady’s, so this are reals
We let the fuckers know It’s on for life
So let the Kazside ride tonight haha
Pum Boy, Best friend with the rest we killed
So fuck your fam and get ya caps peeled, You know see
Be afraid when you see M.A.F.I.A
Take your gunns when you see A.P.A uhh
What you say, we break ya neck to the finish
Check out, M.A.F.I.A’s gonna make you finish
A.P.A. We Hit Em Up
Check this out, you motherfuckers know what A.P.A. is
You don’t even know why we on this track
You freaks you sucks with the biggest level
I let my thigz killing you
Bitch made ass, Pumboy bitches
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
The M.A.F.I.A. gang's are coming up, so
Little Pum take your friend and sting it in your ass
A.P.A.'s need to know the right of this
Little french bitch murder, we gonna hate you 4-ever
Why would you fuck us, You know we are A.P.A.
We spann you die, you're just a french bitcha
R u still happy, cause we gonna make it reserve
Daddy do you know what we want, we want fuck your dauther
And our junior mafia make your science off
It's good for you famili sucks our P.A. dicks
P.A. Hit Em Up
Be afraid when you see M.A.F.I.A
Take your gunns when you see A.P.A uhh
What you say, we break ya neck to the finish
Check out, M.A.F.I.A’s gonna make you finish
A.P.A. We Hit Em Up
Sady how we do it, keep this bitch far way of us
this bitch wants to fuck, with all MAFIA gangs,
You know I'm talk about DIE
She's trying to henpecked us, come on guys,
We late her see our big dicks
Thug membs wanted learned to die
But this bitch muthafacka you deserve to die
I'm talkin bout LIAN, but its funny to me
P.A. hate her ways pussy, whould you fuckin with me
We are P.A. milionairs
Thug membs out ghetto, banana in yours ass, haha
Mady remember when we sayd dont't try couch us
You're only old bitch, and want fucking with us, ahh
Now its all about you and Lil bitch LIAN
2 vibrate pinch good in yours small asses
Now I tell you, P.A. is always right
We still the THUG you love to hate
Muthafucka, We hit em up
We are from M.A.F.I.A. thugz, but P.A. is still on the occur
No chanse to be higher, cause bring fear in all you hearts
knock out is what you get yo, Little Gazret
P.A. aren't G's en we never have peace
Don't say please cuz it work not in our area
Dark bitch have you sucked up or fucked up
Get ya big ass and fuck off, what the fuck?
Is you stupid ?!?! you suck for money, so you cros ya roads and fucked up
We do not smooking. and we did not schoot ya in the back
With 15 gangs wil we kick you out P.A. and mafia are moving to a anothre note
And you can't stop us cause you're murderd and traped
Fuck you all you bestfriend G's and the another minic's
Sucka, bitch fucker, a P.A. slet is her DIE
We told you in the face, you'rnt a shit but a sucker
If you shut your mond it wil be better You must wish ta have a mafia leeda
P.A. thugz wil blow ya scene
We are not fakers, we like a knock, with little Gazret in ya hand hold
Fickie make, this isnot a mutherfucking joke
Gheto thugz, you betta be knowin, we told you, you are in
And the worldwide know it, we can chicks taking
No need for a little punk bitch,that sucks, so get lost
Soon wil P.A. use a bitch si fuck off
mafia kick her ass
Now you tell me who won
We see them they run
They don't wanna see us
They are traying to be a mob when we always be th mob
We are gheto thugz, so why you tray to be like us.
Oh yeah kut turk you wanna fuck with us
You little turk ass mutherbitcher
No one of you asiels has a shit of something
You fuck with us asiels but ya muther is fucking around
If you don’t stop you wil get a big attack
You better back to your land before you back with fuck off
That’s how we do it in kazside
Any freak of ya that wil be death and fucked, so fucked
But we ain’t fucked,, we gonna kil ya
So fuck you and your mutherfucking mama
We gonna finish you all you mutherfuckers
When we came we told it it’s about pumie
Then started all the ass hole g’s with the opinion
So this is how P.A. gonna do it
Fuck darkbitch
Fuck DIE
Fuck pumboy and his best friends that he crew
And if you wanna down with his nick name pumaso
Fuck you to
Turk ass, fuck you too
All you mutherfuckers fuck you too
All you mutherfuckers, you wil be cold mutherfuckers
Our mafia make sure that all ya fam's gonna suck
You mutherbitchers wish te be us or like us
We are gheto thugz gangs of kazside so soon you wil die!
Out here in Kazerna wil we blow you all you mutherfuckers
Well that's the real kazside
You think you are mob, you ain't a mutherfucking mob
Chust some suckers and the real asiels
All you mutherfuckers can't be like us
And all you are chust a pice of shit for ya life
(take money)
You asiels better stop minic us like
A mutherfucking Gears, you know what we mean
When we ingore someone they feel it
But you asiels can't feel it
We the realest, Fuck them, we pumboy killin

F/ Rha Goddess
[Rha Goddess]
Ha ha!
Now who down with 'Pac? (I'm down with 'Pac)
Are you down with 'Pac? (Are you down with 'Pac?)
Yeah I'm down with 'Pac (yeah papi)
And we bout to take this one from the top (c'mon)
This is only for the righteous
Too hot too hot too hot too hot too hot too hot
Any of (?) and you can hide this
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon
This is only for the righteous
Too hot too hot too hot too hot too hot too hot
Any of (?) and you can hide this
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon
I'm down with the Strictly Dope so
that means I'm more than you can handle
(More than you can what?) Hot!
I'm, hotter than the wax from a candle
Him? That's 'Rock'
He's my microphone companion
Lyrics, full of the knowledge wisdom truth and understandin
Hobbies? Rappin, is my only recreation
(Microphone check one two)
Retire? What? You must be on some kind of medication
(You better get that head checked)
Why? Because I never loosen up my mic grip
(My mic grip, my mic grip)
Drugs? Never, cause I'm livin on the right tip
(On the right tip)
Sex? Only with my man cause I love him
(I love you baby)
Babies? Maybe one day I'll have them
(hmm, just not now)
Bored? Rarely cause I keep myself busy
(I got things to do)
Scratch? Nah, I leave the cuttin up to Dizzy
(chigga chigga chigga chigga)
Dizzy who's that? He's my DJ, he's the greatest
Word nah, he just pays me to say this
(Yo where's my money)
The mind, is something that I cultivate and treasure
Thanks (you're welcome) you're welcome, besides it was my pleasure
This is only for the righteous
Too hot too hot too hot too hot..
Any of (?) and you can hide this
Yo c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon
This is only for the righteous
It's too hot too hot too hot too hot too hot
Any of (?) and you can hide this
Yo c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon
Shakur.. Shakur.. Shakur.. Sh-sh-Shakur.. Shakur
Shakur.. Shakur.. Shakur.. Sh-sh-Shakur.. Shakur
Shakur.. Shakur.. Shakur.. Sh-sh-Shakur.. Shakur
{*to fade*}

When my coundie is all alone, they think they know me from the look of my coundie
but all y'all can't see how big my buttucks is. All those who can't see a thugs coundie better bite a
a thugs coundie, haller,
"Chorus"
It bleeds, it hurts, my coundie spurts
maybe if I bite it, it might heal,
ohhh it hurts!
Stay with my poo cause my poos a real,
coming with the poo
Oh it bleeds
Maybe there's a placee for coundies when hey die, there better be or I aint a thug
All them jiggling bums, feel like I want a bite. Thug life...
ya'll know me...
Coundie monster

(2Pac)
I know this girl and her name is Minnie
Livin' in the projects didn't own a penny
Met her at a school dance so I took a chance
Walked her to the parkin' lot for a little romance
Got to my car, put the key in the ignition
turned on the slow jams, I was on a mission
I was catchin' wild things like the chicken pox
I was "J" and knockin' boots right down the socks
She was freaky and wild, oh man could I call it?
But when I dropped her off, she had stole my wallet
I couldn't quite believe that why a hoocher-coocher?
But that was my first experience with MINNIE THE MOOCHER!!
(2Pac)
Minnie the Moocher was a legend on the block I'm from
A dream girl to many brothers, but true to none
Her reputation was enormous - a real go getter
And once a brother met her, he wanted to get with her
Maybe it was her smile, her personality or
the way she shook her shimmy or the clothes she wore
But whatever it was, Minnie the Moocher was an expert
Real heart-breaker, but never get hurt
She had this boyfriend, his name was Diamond
helpin' Minnie out with the little social climbin'
Met with Politicians, peace to many others
Suddenly and instantly, they became her lovers
She took the power that they possessed
And Minnie did it all without gettin' undressed
Minnie dissed Diamond sayin' that he could not live with her
But he wanted payment for the things he did for her
He grabbed the gun sittin' on the nightstand
Minnie held the bullets, put the pistol in her right hand
She was a legend to everyone who knew her
That's is my memory of Minnie the Moocher
(Ray Tyson)
Minnie had a boyfriend, a gambler
Addicted to poker, an alcoholic, a basshead, crack smoker
He took her to Harlem, and all around Chinatown
He bought some bass, a pipe a tape of hard-rap sounds
She was an addict, tired of the static and poverty
Sick of the same ghetto misery
See, Minnie was a young kid lookin' for excitement
Smokey was a hoodlum, headin' for inditement
Then one day their relationship stopped
when Smokey was killed by the M-I-C-Cops
Minnie was hurt, lost without a clue
To her, there was no chance of gettin' somebody new
So she walked home sadly, as bad as it seems
She cried herself to sleep to find the man of her dreams
(Ray Tyson)
She had dreams and schemes about the King of Sweden
He gave her things that this girl was much needin'
A plush house made of gold and steel
A diamond car with a platt in the wheel
Now you might think this is a lot of stuff
But to Minnie this was not enough
He bought a stable, full of thorough-bred race horses
His meal she ate was a dozen courses
She had a fortune in nickels and dimes
And she sat around and counted it a billion times
She had bank, yeah Minnie was clockin'
Had every sucker in the neighborhood JOCKIN'!!
She would walk by tryin' all to wink her eye
Then she dissin', with zero reply

[Chorus]
Me and my homies tho
you know we kick it like everyday
Me and my homies, kick it like everyday
[Nate Dogg]
But I'm alone in my room
and I dont have no one to talk to
I catch a girl with my phone
and cause some folks who know what I go through
after I smoke a joint, come on
to keep my temper low
I parlay with my friends
there's really no where else to go
[Chorus x2]
Me and my homies though
you know we kick it like everyday
Me and my homies, kick it like everyday
[2 Pac]
I ain't shit without my homeboys
rather be buried, then see us party
keep it close to my heart
cuz we the ones that got the shit started
you recollect, we used to bust on snithces
nobody come before my niggaz, fuck all y'all bitches
all my homeboys are self sufficient
so be suspicious of your scandalous tricks
got the police takin our pictures
love to hang out on the corner but we known to ride
me and my muthafuckin homeboys down to die
for each other, cuz we closer than brothers
its like you came in, no forgettin the party poppin
when my squad walks in
throw up your hands baby buy me a drink, stop actin phony
dont forget tto bring something for all my homies
to know me is to love a thug nigga to the fullest, duckin bullets,
snatchin guns when these trick niggaz pull it
handle my business like a professional, the whole world knows me
but I ain't shit without my fuckin homies
me and my fuckin homies
[Chorus]
Me and my homies though
you know we kick it like everyday
Me and my homies
kick it like everyday
(Me and my homies)
constantly we mash
(Me and my homies)
gotta make that cash
(Me and my homies)
there's no need to ask
(Me and my homies)
we are still the best
[Breakdown x8]
(thats my homeys)
thats my homeys
DPGC homeys
[Chorus]
Me and my homies tho
you know we kick it like everyday
Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

(feat. Dramacydal)
[2Pac]
It's just me against the world
[girl]
Oooohhh, oooohhh
[2Pac]
Nuttin to lose..
It's just me against the world baby
[girl]
Oahhhh, oahhhahh
[2Pac]
I got nuttin to lose
It's just me against the world
[girl]
Oh-hahhh
[2Pac]
Stuck in the game
Me against the world baby
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin
There ain't no stoppin me
Constantly movin while makin millions
Witnessin killings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Carries to children cause they're illin
Addicted to killin and the appeal from the cap peelin
Without feelin, but will they last or be blasted?
Hard headed bastard
Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermath
More bodies being buried -- I'm losing my homies in a hurry
They're relocating to the cemetary
Got me worried, stressin, my vision's blurried
The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me
I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers
Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this anger
Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is
What's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youth
It's just me against the world baby
[girl]
Me against the world
[2Pac]
It's just me against the world
[girl]
Ooooh yeah, ooo-hooo
[2Pac]
It's just me against the world
[girl]
Me against the world
[2Pac]
Cause it's just me against the world baby
[girl]
Hey!!
[2Pac]
Me against the world
[girl]
Ooooh yeah
[2Pac]
I got nuttin to lose
It's just me against the world baby
[girl]
I got nothing to lose
[Verse Two: Dramacydal]
Could somebody help me? I'm out here all by myself
See ladies in stores, Baby Capone's, livin wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this Earth is what I'm dreamin
Seein Daddy's semen, full of crooked demons, already crazy
and screamin I guess them nightmares as a child
had me scared, but left me prepared for a while
Is there another route? For a crooked Outlaw
Veteran, a villian, a young thug, who one day shall fall
Everday there's mo' death, and plus I'm dough-less
I'm seein mo' reasons for me to proceed with thievin
Scheme on the scheming and leave they peeps grieving
Cause ain't no bucks to stack up, my nuts is backed up
I'm bout to act up, go load the Mac up, now watch me klacka
Tried makin fat cuts, but yo it ain't workin
And Evil's lurking, I can see him smirking
when I gets to pervin, so what?
Go put some work in, and make my mail, makin sales
Risking 25 with a 'L', but oh well
[girl]
Me against the world
[2Pac]
With nuttin to lose
It's just me against the world
[girl]
Ooh yeah.. oooh-ooooh
[2Pac]
It's just me against the world baby
[girl]
Me against the world
[2Pac]
I got nuttin to lose
It's just me against the world
[girl]
Oahhhohh
[2Pac]
Ha ha
It's just me against the world baby
[girl]
Ha-ahh, HA-AHH!
[2Pac]
With nuttin to lose
It's just me against the world baby
[girl]
Me against the world, hoahhh
[2Pac]
Me against the world
I got nuttin to lose
It's just me against the world baby
[girl]
Ha-hahh (hehe) heyy!
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
With all this extra stressin
The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath
When will I finaly get to rest? Through this supression
they punish the people that's askin questions
And those that possess, steal from the ones without possesions
The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons
Don't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questions
Be grateful for blessings
Don't ever change, keep your essence
The power is in the people and politics we address
Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic
And when you get stranded
And things don't go the way you planned it
Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference
Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen
If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change
It wasn't nuttin like the game
It's just me against the world
[girl]
Me against the world
[2Pac]
Nuttin to lose
It's just me against the world baby
[girl]
Me against the world
[2Pac]
Got me stuck in the game
It's just me against the world
[girl]
Oahahhhh
[2Pac]
I'd be ashamed to lose
It's just me against the world baby
[girl]
Me against the world
[Outro: 2Pac]
Heh, hahahahahahah
That's right
I know it seem hard sometimes but uhh
Remember one thing
Through every dark night, there's a bright day after that
So no matter how hard it get, stick your chest out
Keep your head up, and handle it
[girl]
Me against the world [3X]

tchatcho
linga ngai
tina langwa heee
nalingo yo
nalangwa te
nayebi nazosala
tobala nayago l'amour
linga ngai
tina langwa heee
nalingo yo
nalangwa te
nayebi nazosala
tobala nayago l'amour
voici tchatcho
et c'est bien sÃ'r heee
raver yinga yeeee
cherie en toi
soki un jour ba tuni yo
destiner l'amour
loba na motema est deja fait
raver yinga yeeee
cherie en toi
soki un jour ba tuni yo
destiner l'amour na yo
loba na motema est deja fait
dorre n'avant
tokwa matoyi
bana lelo oyo
tokoma ba musique
ba songo ba kota chomage
les passes na yo na oyo ya ngai
to bwaka na moto ya mbabula
dorre n'avant
tokwa matoyi
bana lelo oyo
tokoma ba musique
ba songo ba koma somelle heee
les passes na yo na oyo ya ngai
to bwaka na moto ya mbabula
bebe a lobaka
na mokolo ya liboso te
cherie boko theya ngai
oyo elingi yooo hee
eko linga ngaaai
a sonner na gout na yo
bebe a lobaka
na mokolo ya liboso te
cherie bogo lakisa ngai
oyo elingi yooo hee
okolinga nga avec les temps
nako yemba
avant toi chere amour
na makolo mzambe apesa nga
na leka lekaki mingi
naba zela ya pili pili
na maboko apesa pe nga
na sibaki sibaki mingi
miso pe na nga eloulaki
kasi ekokaki ko toda te
bo motema na nga
yo nde ezalaki kolukaaa
avec toi vie na nga
ekomi na plein xxxxx
nami pesi na ngaai yee
sanstja vous pe sans retenir
oyebaka na bolingo
balibisaka quoi qu'il en soit
maboulu yaka kati ya boko
batibolaka na mikuse
oyebaka na bolingo
po bana bakweya na kati te
grand joe bakali
teddy kitsala
mon general
mon colonel
biya elvanga
legueli
12balles
na cfa
motto mokie
bogo ebelele

Fuck Murder Inc.
Ja Rule:
Everyone wants to comparisons to Pac, X and me.
Yall wanna see Pac come come back, yall wanna see this shit
it’s here nigga,
its here.
And I’m taking it to the streets
to the mic,
any where yall like it
2Pac:
Ja Rule killer,
Murder Inc killer,
you niggaz know what it is.
Irv Gotti can get dropped.
You niggaz don’t wanna stop us.
Ja rule killer.
Yall niggaz want to mother fucking wanna bees niggaz
. Please, turn it up please.
I give a fuck what niggaz nail.
I’m tired of these boring niggaz claming to be Makavelli.
Ja Rule killer.
How you mother fucker get a way with that.
Rapping on Pac beats even though you wack.
It’s a fact.
and then you let masoona, was a thug on you label as a new beat crewer.
Ivr Gotti got a 40 glock for your body
. Kidnap your ass and take ya to a gangsta party.
So you can stand,
cuz you aint never been there.
And the last thing you wanna do is to become a declare.
War.
I whop that ass so you don’t flaunt no more.
J S scar beat and promote your whore.
And probably more then one bitch.
I’m working them all.
Every murder Inc bird you call.
And I myd as well mention Jigga.
Jacking me and thugs,you bitch ass nigga.
And thug us call.
Now you got to crawl,
trying to fool mother fucker like you whopped us all.
Walking next to me,
you niggaz can’t flex with me.
Your crew stinks like Ja Rule fucked on Ecstasy.
I love bringing drama to all your fucking mama
and shit you can’t tell and shit you can’t trick out yea melon

[2Pac]
Damn, another funeral, another motherfucker
Lord knows
['Pac is choking on blunt smoke]
Lord knows
[coughing harder]
Lord knows
[one final cough]
I smoke a blunt to take the pain out
And if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out
I'm hopeless, they shoulda killed me as a baby
And now they got me trapped in the storm, I'm goin crazy
Forgive me; they wanna see me in my casket
and if I don't blast I'll be the victim of them bastards
I'm loosin hope, they got me stressin, can the Lord forgive me
Got the spirit of a thug in me
Another sip of that drink, this Hennesey got me queasy
Don't wanna earl, young nigga take it easy
Picture your dreams on a triple beam, and it seems
don't underestimate the power of a fiend
To my homies on the block
slangin rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box
When you're runnin from the cops -- and never look back
If they could be black, then they would switch
Open fire on them busta-ass bitches, and Lord knows...
(Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)
Lord knows
[coughing again]
(He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)
The Lord knows
[still coughing]
(He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)
The Lord knows
(He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)
I wonder if the Lord will forgive me or bury me a G
I couldn't let my adversaries worry me
and every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest
and still a nigga stressin over death
If I could choose when a nigga die, figure I'd
take a puff on the blunt, and let my trigga fly
When everyday it's another death, with every breath,
it's a constant threat, so watch yo' step!
You could be next if you want to, who do you run to?
Murderin niggaz, look what it's come to
My memories bring me misery, and life is hard
in the ghetto, it's insanity, I can't breath
Got me thinkin, what do Hell got?
Cause I done suffered so much, I'm feelin shell-shocked
And driveby's an everyday thang
I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin game
and Lord knows...
(Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)
Lord knows
(He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)
Lord knows!
(He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)
The Lord knows
(He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)
One-time! One-time!
Fuck the five-oh cause they after me
Kill me if they could, I'll never let em capture me
Done lost too many niggaz to this gangbangin
Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin, fucked up!
I had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie
and he knew it when he shook and died, my God
Even though I know I'm wrong man
Hennesey make a nigga think he strong, man (heh heh)
I can't sleep, so I stay up, don't wanna fuck them bitches
Try to calm me down, I ain't givin up
I'm gettin lost in the weed, man, gettin high
Livin everday, like I'm gon' die (gon' die, gon' die)
I smoke a blunt to take the pain out, and if I wasn't high
probably try to blow my brains out
Lord knows...
(Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)
Lord knows!
(He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)
Lord knows.. Jesus..
(He knows! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)
(He is listening! Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)
(Lord knows.. Lord knows.. he he.. he.. he.. heeee...)
(Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)
(Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)
(Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)
(Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows!)

F/ Big Daddy Kane, Notorious B.I.G., Scoob Lover, Shyhiem
[Kane] Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls??
*crowd goes nuts*
[Scoob] Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)
[Scoob] Keep it goin!
[Kane] Mister Cee..
Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the crown
[Scoob] Let the place.. rock.. that ill shit
[Big] One two.. one two.. one two..
[Scoob] Brooklyn.. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie, Matt
Ready to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? UHHH!
AWWWWWWWWWWWW SHIT!
[Kane] Go Scoob!
[Scoob]
Check it, check it, check it, check it
This here for the motherfuckin record
Here we here we here we go, here we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow
chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang
Motherfuckin niggaz can't hang
Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain
But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang
Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North
Don't make me get my gun and blow YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF
Once again, niggaz know my style, GOD DAMMIT
unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it
Hard like Shaquille, OH you better KNEEL
When you see me comin, BIG SCOOB GOT EM RUNNIN
Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour
with dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So dont try me, you better walk by me
I'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society
Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm INSANE
I'll shoot a hole in your toe
I'll make you jump like the House of Pain
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..
[Kane] Biggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?
[Notorious B.I.G.]
One two, one two, gonna do it like this
WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT
WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT
We gonna do it like this
Anytime you're ready, check it
I got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot glocks
That's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Little Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give mc's the runs drippin
when I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening
[Tupac] Motherfuckin Biggie Smalls!
[Kane] What you gonna do with it Tupac?
[Tupac]
Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?
Throw your motherfuckin middle finger
We gonna do this shit like this
I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin
Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya
A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz
No matter how you try, niggaz never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners
Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna
And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways
Thug Life motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga
Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga
In a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfucker that you ever saw
[Kane] Yeah! Come in now man
Now I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it
[Shyheim]
Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island
{*ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop*}
Yo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God
I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel without a pause
I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?
I walk the streets at night with my head down
In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down
So they get a glock and lick shots to get props
And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop
An old man got shot in the parkin lot
In front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren
And for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide
and hide, but he got knocked by the homicide
And this happens everyday around my way
So I pray that I can live another day
[Kane] This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this
[Shy] Staten Island in the motherfuckin house
Whassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?
[Kane]
Hold up Cee..
Now what's the bullshit niggaz been saying
Dont try to act like Martin now with that 'I was just playin!'
No need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on
Uhh!! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone
Just cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me
Step to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy
I only know one nigga that can come next to me
No, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow
A battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me
like they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez
Cause when it comes to goin against Kane rappin
That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin
Non resistable, non compatible
I'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible
And let's just get one more thing understood
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good

(Eight Mile Road)
Land of the Free, and home of the enslaved
Till the concept of time
6 hours, 22 minutes, and 3 seconds, I've been standing in this
county line
By the looks of the Gridlock outside
Its gotta be about 3:39
Everybody rushin from place to place
The looks on their faces ain't no different from mine
Both of us look like we just worked a 9-5
See, but when I clock out
I'm not looking for stress, but for the kind share
Since I started this county line shift,
huh did I say shift? I mean this sentence
I've heard nothing but sirens outside the door
How much you want to bet there's an ambulance rushin a short man,
O.D. man, police abused black man to the hospital?
Now what they rushin for is my intrest?
Rushin through traffic jam to get to emergency room traffic jam, that's
susppose to be a free clinic
Only to hear if you have or don't have insurance
It ain't nuttin but survivial of the fittest
So what they rushin for?
And damn this man at the window is slow
The concept of time has os all fucked, and on top of that,
Life ain't nuttin but a traffic jam.
(2pac)
Life is too short, I feel trapped
Hopping I don't get caught, watch my back
Lost in the traffic, heartless and tragic
Don't wanna get my ass kicked
So I walk in this mindless state, and a don't make me feel this way
I'll tell ya
Life is a traffic jam, I'm stuck
When will you realize your fucked?
Don't try to change my ways, I'm hopeless
Victims to the games we play, stay focused
Watch for the crazy ride, don't lie
High till the day we die
I'ts my life
Tell me if you feel me
I'll tell ya
Life is a traffic jam sincerely
Stretch your mind, spoon feed your soul
3 voices you can't control
Remember life is a traffic jam
Life is a traffic jam (x4)

F/ Heavy D, Grand Puba, Notorious B.I.G.
[Heavy D]
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about from this side to that side
East side, West side, your side, my side
It's all about being funky man
Aiyyo give me that microphone
It's Heavy D the baritone and I'm home alone dig it
and I'm always staying freshly dipped on 1-2-5th
where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin spliff
Okay okay okay okay it's Heavy D again
Hallelujah I'm on your T.V. screen again
You see me on your MTV and on your BET
and on your local focal point video show
Nigga this how it flow so fly like an eagle
No sequels no weed but I get love from all the thugs
cause they still my people
I'm dynamic punks panic when they see me
They get all shook up when my mic's hooked up
Let's get it on!
[chorus]x2
Untouchables at your door
(Let's get it on)
All you wack rappers hit the floor
[2pac]
How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's
Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed
I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin
thinkin niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin G's
They after a playa but I won't let em capture me
I gotta thank the lord for the weed and a nigga team
I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down a ?? beware of stangers
Hand on my 4-5 that's what the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it till I'm gone
From out the ghetto where the jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me
before the penitentiary
Let's get it on!!
[chorus]x2
Untouchables at your door
(Let's get it on)
All you wack rappers hit the floor
[Grand Puba]
I thought you knew I stay true to this rhyme thing I do
I have all the honeys saying, 'Go Pu'!'
I flip a style from the projects building 70 apartment 6C
I turn food stamps to green stamps rough power amps
and sold weed under corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin
So when you see my ass have my cash or just keep walking
Niggaz got more game than Genesis
Seen a movie in L.A. now everybody wanna C
but them youth don't trouble we
because they fall victim to what they see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last album title song
but I understand it takes a year for niggaz to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to
get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious
*cough, cough)*
Niggaz now who's the mind blower, the weed grower
Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top notch with the glock check your pockets
and your sock it's just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop check em throughly
The bastard might spin around and try to bury me
And dead niggaz don't make no moves
When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no moves aight
Reminiscin on my swingin days
when I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci suits
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked back niggaz better duck down
Face down you know the routine the cream
Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring
Let's get it on

* send corrections to the typist
[Tupac]
Let knowledge drop
Why should I be forced to play dumb?
I know where I came from so I'm going to claim some
But rocking to the top where the cream of the crop
Suckers calling the cops but they can come and get dropped
Stop think of the past the brothers that die for
Sucker to try for never to cry more
Tricks to hold his back but we'll see at the end
He's a fake not a friend
So he's thinking of when he can backstab grab or go your hole
Now I know the reason we must excel
Cause if we don't we'll end up in the cell
Move on be strong with unity
Cause that's the only way to build communities
Lies are told but yo lives must move on
And never stop open your mind to this rhyme and let it drop
[Chorus]
Drop that [3x]
Let knowledge drop
[Rock]
Yo I'm running so I refuse to stop
Get sweated by them sell out cops
And I wink cause I pin the opposition
I'm on a mission to preach and teach to reach
So listen up to the flavor I gave you now dropping it
We folks know ballers know no stopping it
Dropping knowledge like the ay bomb dilly as napalm
I got you scared all you got to do is stay calm
For the simple fact that I'm black and educated
Proud of who am I and you hated
So all I have tried for this many have die for this
You see it and you hear it and you loving it
Now you buying this always keep your head look to the mountain top
Aiyyo rock and let knowledge drop
[Chorus]
Drop that [3x]
Let knowledge drop
[Tupac]
People rush when I hype this because you can write this
You constantly bite this
Thought that you could get me but you sweating me too close
Caught with the dope dose
Now suckers get toast wondering who you tossed
Cause you feeling the full force
Like what you hearing so your checking with the source
Tupac brother with the rhymes to rock on
Dizzy gets busy by putting beats to drop on
Amateurs get damaged if you try to attack me
Suckers get jealous cause the girls get at me
I'm not conceited but defeated I won't be
As long as there's dope beats I'll never be lonely stop
And let me breathe a minute
Aiyyo Dizzy what's up put the base back in it
[Chorus]
Let knowledge drop [3x]
[Rock]
By any means neccessary it's kind of scary
Knowledge of the hands of adversaries
Makes them the larger leader kind of guerilla control
I was waiting for a prayer GOD gave me a goal
I refuse to be busting like a sucker for I'm fighting like a titan
And run you down like a truck
I'll take a chance I go as far as rock can see
Not mediocrity thinking security you got deal with me
Knowledge appealed to me
Pay back's a mutha if you steal from me
The bass pumps as the speakers pop the house jump
And knowledge drops
[Chorus]
Drop that [3x]
Let knowledge drop
Strictly strictly yea dope [till end]

F/ Malcolm Jamal Warner
[Malcolm Jamal Warner]
Let me show you, the rhyme..
Excuse me - but, Lady Liberty needs glasses
and so does Mrs. Justice by her side
Both the broads are blind as bats, stumblin through - the system
Justice bumped into M'Tulu, trippin on Geronimo Pratt
but stepped right over Oliver and his crooked partner Ronnie
Justice stubbed her big toe on Mandela
And Liberty was misquoted by the Indians
Slavery was just a learning phase, forgotten without a verdict
while Justice is on a rampage
for endangered survivin black males
I mean really; if anyone REALLY valued life
and cared about the masses
They'd take 'em both to Pen Optical
and get TWO pairs of glasses
Excuse me - but, Lady Liberty needs glasses
I'm kickin asses up and down New York City
It's a pity
Brothers wanna be grimy and gritty to each other
What would your mother think, smotherin your brother?
I see you sink, into another level
Dancin with the devil
Turn up the bass, cause I'm player; also a rhyme sayer
Kind of fly, layer after layer
Why.. cause I'm blessed
Cause I've progressed
I've learned my lessons
Class has always been in session, so you better take notes
And stop chokin on negativity

F/ Geronimo Ji Jaga
[Geronimo Ji Jaga]
In the event of my demise
when my heart can beat no more
I hope I die for a princeple
Or a belief that I have lived for
I will die before my time
Beacause I feel the shadow's depth
So much I wanted to acomplish
Before I reached my death
I have to come to grips with the possibility
And wiped the last tear from my eyes
I loved all who were positive
In the event of my demise
[Young Noble]
In the event of my demise don't shed no tear
I'll share my wizdom with the world, they'll know I was here
Know I was clear, every thing I said I ment
A outlaw, when I was born they prepared my ditch
Said I won't live long, statistic showed
I'm tryna past 24 realistic goal, listen all
You gotta stay cold inside
That's what I tell myself when I feel alone sometime
But I can't cry, I don't tear no more
I love god, from death I don't fear no more
A part taken in this movment to better my people
Though they see me on TV, I tell them we equal
Don't look at me as a stranger, I'm one of your own
We was rised in concrete and grew as a rose
Still I rise, but never get a chance to fly
Mama please don't cry
In the event of my demise
[Chorus - Young Noble]
In the event of my demise
can't breathe no more
hope I die for a princeple
something I lived for
dying before my time
feel the shadows of depth
Trying to fulfill all my dreams before I reach my death
came to grips with the possibility
The world's killing me, and my soldiers die young with no sympathy
I wipe the last tear from my eyes
I loved all who stand strong
In the event of my demise
[Napoleon]
If I should die before I awake
let my family be stairght of the money I make
Give my son, what he needs, other than his father
Is it self respect, better get his honor
with the law come to swallow my soul, it's so big
Cause the street took enough of my life, we all see
It's a cycle make you feel psycho
Everything struggles behind this man, see nobody love you
Got a piece of the streets and it's gonna die with me
may your, soul forgive me
Makaveli's within me
In principle we stand by stronger than power
We gon' die by the rules you can never devour
On the earth from my birth fell nothing but pain
only thing I ever gave was the baby the name
that's my heart, and if I should go I'll go on in sparks
that's the event of my demise, and it lurks in the dark
[Chorus]
[??]
Now as I stand here, a man here
Not a perfect one, but a searching one
Seek in another, blazing time
Sound crazy but I'm actually tryin to escape my mind
Tryna rise in time
but hoping that you didn't notice
When i was at my low as
So I knew they were watching, I couldn't stop it
So many things I wanted to accomplish
Too many dreams, wasted with no promise
From out the darkness I struggle to see the light
Rumble deep in the night
Hustlin with all of my might
Some won't see it that way
But us is given praise
But all of them will dream
That I did it my way
In the event of my demise
[E.D.I. Amin]
I was born to a storm that won't lead up
And I was rased to stay brave with my head up
But thing ain't got better
We still gettin wetter in this bad weather
I need more than a sweater and a leather
Yo, ain't nothin ment to last forever
So the stuggling and the ?starving? ain't gon' last forever
And my will, probably be like two lines long
It will read I'm dead but my soul lives on
And my spirit still living though my body is gone
In the event of my demise I love all who stay strong
I love all who stay strong
In the event of my demise, com'on
[Geronimo Ji Jaga]
In the event of my demise
when my heart can beat no more
I hope I die for a princeple
Or a belief that I have lived for
I will die before my time
Beacause I feel the shadow's depth
So much I wanted to acomplish
Before I reached my death
I have to come to grips with the possibility
And wiped the last tear from my eyes
I loved all who were positive
In the event of my demise

Staring at the world through my rearview Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? Starin... Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop I wonder when the world stopped caring last night Two kids shot while the whole block staring I will never understand this society, first they try to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies feed when they see me, believe me Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see) [repeat 2X] (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we) Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers [repeat 2X]
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
I've been waiting for this moment all my life, oh Lord
[Young Noble] Now you see him, now you don't, some niggaz be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em? Well let's see, it seems to be a mystery But all I know I never let the money get to me Stay down like the, truest Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview Half you, is down with them Outlawz Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws But still we keep mashin til our dreams come through Starin at the world through my rearview [Tupac] Now I was raised as a young black male In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya Talk to my guns like they fly bitches All you bustas best to run look at my bitches Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true Still starin at the world through my rearview (I say) [repeat 2X] (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly -- and all my motherfuckers/nigga can die [repeat 2X] [Kastro] Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned in school, on some Million Man March shit for the piece/peace True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed Criminally addicted, infested since a seed We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep Turn eighteen, ?roll my well and lockup? Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview [Tupac] Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin The world, the world is behind us Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game and what the levels and the rules of the game is Then the world ain't no trick no more The world is a game to be played So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it It's all about the papers, money rule the world Bitches make the world go round Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't Starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly, ya know/and we'll be [repeat 4X with vocal fade]

(Tupac)
i give a fuck about this nigga named alazae
leave his bitch ass dead in an alleyway
forever today im letting them know
these death row niggas aint gon' neva play
can u believe this nigga sceamin and he got that shit we call the chronic
it smokin shit he'll probably vomit this bitch aint neva had bionics
muthafukka who u talk to smokin trees nigga bow down on ur fukkin knees
in this life i lead we kill for greed understand we ride for currency
have to kill bitches like eminem leave them dead just like the rest of them
still testin him at the source awards him bodyguards wasnt protectin him
now u actin like a nigga u n snoop are tight u werent there when he fought for his life
that shit aint right it was me best believe when i see ur ass im takin flight
now nigga turn back to the old u that bitch from the world class wreckin crew
wit ur lipstick on and a dick in ur ass ha ha yea nigga u remember u
(twist)
so what do u say to somebody u hate
leave your body full of holes left in chalk and tape
mutha fuk snoop and NWA death row could give a fuck about dre
so what do u say to someboey you hate
leave your body full of holes left in chalk n tape mutha fuk snoop and NWA
death row could give a fuck about dre
(swoop)
hey u'se can fuk wit us
got my niggas in the cut
that will fuk u up
got a pretty bad bitch that will set u up
take you to the penthouse and let u fuck then cut your nuts
dr dre been soft scince the very start like when Easy fukked his ass
he aint had no heart he n pac came out then he pulled apart
had everybody knowin that your ass was marked fuk nate dogg
eminem and snoop and all them bitch mutha fukkas that ride wit u
i know they sided wit u they gon' hide wit u yea nigga mutha fukka gon' die wit u
be prepared to shoot let the guns bust niggas at the realest swoop
kid rock n lil C style in the lexis coup everything we ride nigga is bullet proof u knwo how death row do
(twist)
so what do u say to somebody u hate
leave your body full of holes left in chalk and tape
mutha fuk snoop and NWA death row could give a fuck about dre
so what do u say to someboey you hate
leave your body full of holes left in chalk n tape mutha fuk snoop and NWA
death row could give a fuck about dre
(lil C Style)
Ya'll know u some mark ass hook ass bitch ass niggas that aint gon' blast
when i see u niggas alas cant none of yall niggas whoop my ass im
lil c style in the lexus coup high off weed and lots of loot
aint no tellin what im gon' do when i catch that scary ass nigga snoop
might blast u, harass your boo, cause a nigga get way more cash then u
thowin up one nine while im passin u got all these muthafukkas askin u
y swoop n lil style keep smashin u got all these new niggas dissin u
cause u a bitch ass punk ass scary ass nigga who aint gon' blast
i jus might roll up n fuk ur ass, then smoke weed wit ur cousin das
tellin my niggas jus blast ur ass young swoop got a hit a nigga wit no glass
cause kid rock put niggas on there ass death row niggas will always mash
clock the cash, rock the mass, and if u run up ill sock your ass
(twist)
so what do u say to somebody u hate
leave your body full of holes left in chalk and tape
mutha fuk snoop and NWA death row could give a fuck about dre
so what do u say to someboey you hate
leave your body full of holes left in chalk n tape mutha fuk snoop and NWA
death row could give a fuck about dre
(Twist)
I'll always be twist
Alivay my guess
at despence so blood i spit
like wrists and so slick
its twist two GDS sick attributes
and attitudes like i have to shoot
put the heat to Slim shady had him fukkin his kids baby a mouth full of M-80s
bring him through the last circle leave his ass hurtin and his cap lurkin man i can work u
stay away from the name rest eminem
cause im aimin for the emblin
and i could give a fuk about dre and snoop
only mad cause the game was rapin you
doin four minus to much get your groove crushed
a true lust that could make a prostitute blush
fuk wat u heard like a dick in your ear
nigga beggin dissappear move swoop from the rear
im mack cappin, chap style world class chaps until u drop dead
and dre stays gay because pac said and it twist from chaps and the last circle if u wanna know who said it motherfukker
(twist)
so what do u say to somebody u hate
leave your body full of holes left in chalk and tape
mutha fuk snoop and NWA death row could give a fuck about dre
so what do u say to someboey you hate
leave your body full of holes left in chalk n tape mutha fuk snoop and NWA
death row could give a fuck about dre
death row nigga x3
(spoken)
im poppin shit
double r tops drop wit da glocks cocked
bullet proof vests neva get put to rest
ya mean for my nigga makaveli we still ridin up in dis mutha fukka
death row west side nigga
can u niggas see me
the realist
aka american vigilanci
world dont understand me
the re-birth of a pitiful ass muthafukka
eat a dick all day, eat a dick all day on west side

ya'll missin sumhtin up here....
im missin ma niggaz down in califonia..
ya'll misin sumthin up here....
im missin ma niggaz down in califonia..
they shot at ma cuzzin now we bussin our niggas till i live my life, till it ends, i may get shot, i may get blood claught in ma brain, till im insane...that was then this is now...im thinkin im in heaven...how? they ask me if i have shead a tear, i said no, i shead blood, with ma thugs..down in tha east..and tha motha fukaz in tha west...if u still wanna be a thug, with ma bullet proof vesst, give a thug a shot in tha arm, sound off tha alarm, then thats wut happens in reality...then i got shot...
ya'll missin sumhtin up here....
im missin ma niggaz down in califonia..
ya'll misin sumthin up here....
im missin ma niggaz down in califonia..
i miss tha good ol' days wit nwa and ma niggas in the hood with ma 9mm pistol shootin up tha niggaz with a 5 dollar bill in there hand, i killed my own fan..my nigga, chapman, got shot in tha chest, he was not the best, he worshiped me, he got it good, if only i was in my hood...just kuz i cant provide the right shit fo my motha, i got a shit for a life, in heaven, its scary in this shit....you only get one shot at bein a true gangsta, not a mutha fukin wangsta, its time to start makin sum motha fukin changes arund this shit...then you get shot...
ya'll missin sumhtin up here....
im missin ma niggaz down in califonia..
ya'll misin sumthin up here....
im missin ma niggaz down in califonia..
.....yea...shootin up that mother fuker, got that shit..
...yea, like the good old days....

F/ Providence & RasDaveed El Harar
[Intro]
[Providence] Ooooh Ooooh [RasDaveed] Tell me I will be there
Tell me I will be there
Tell me I will be there
Tell me I will be there
Yeah....
[Verse 1] [Providence]
If there be pain
All you have to do is call on me
If there be pain (hmm hmmm)
All you have to do is call on me
To be with you (to be with you)
And before you hang up the phone
You will no longer be alone
Together we can never fall
Because our love will conquer all
[RasDaveed chants]
[Verse 2] [Providence]
If there be pain
Reach out for a helping hand
If there be pain
And I shall hold you wherever I am
Every breath I breathe will be into you
For without you here my joy is through
My life was lived through falling rain
So call on me if there be pain
[Outro] [Providence & RasDaveed El Harar]
If there be pain
Every breath I breathe will be into you
For without you here my joy is through
My life was lived through falling rain
So call on me if there be pain
If you need me
If you need me
Ooohh ooooh

[Verse One:]
Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee
We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G
Back in the days we played practical jokes on
everybody smoked with they locs and the yolks on
All through high school, girls by the dozens
Sayin we cousins, knowin that we wasn't
But like the old saying goes
Times goes on, and everybody grows
Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways
You chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays
In many ways we were paid in the old days
So far away from the crazies with AK's
And though I been around clowning with the Underground
I'm still down with my homies from the hometown
And if you need, need anything at all
I drop it all for y'all, if my homies call
[Verse Two:]
It's a shame, you chose the dope game
Now you slang cane on the streets with no name
It was plain that your aim was mo' cane
You got game now you run with no shame
I chose rappin tracks to make stacks
In fact I travel the map with raps that spray cats
But now I don't wanna down my homie
No matter how low you go you're not lowly
And I, hear that you made a few enemies
But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call
If you need my assistance there'll be no resistance
I'll be there in an instant
Who am I to judge another brother, only on his cover
I'd be no different than the other
H-to-the-O-to-the-M-to-the-I-to-the-E
I'm down to the E-N-D
Cause it's a fall in no time at all
I'm down for y'all, when my homies call
Word, if my homies call
[Verse Three:]
Well it's ninety-one and I'm livin kinda swell now
But I hear that you're going through some hell pal
But life makin records ain't easy
It ain't what I expected it's hectic it's sleazy
But I guess that the streets is harder
Trying to survive in the life of a young godfather
My homies is making it elsewhere
Striving, working nine to five with no health care
We both had dreams of being great
But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shaped
It's fate, it wasn't my choice to make
To be great, I'm giving it all it takes
Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes
I gotta take, my place or fall from grace
The foolish way, the pace is quick and great
Smiling face, to hide the trace of heat
But my homie would never do me wrong
That's why I wrote this song, if you ever need me it's on
No matter who the foe they must fall
Us against them all I'm down to brawl if my homies call

Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
the nigga you love to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
the nigga you love to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
the nigga you love to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
the nigga you love to hate
[ICE CUBE]
Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror
the paranoid, gots to get the boy
Get your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger
Yah, I got a gang of shits, styles guns
my uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton
bucking down one, bucking down two,
bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you
Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black
Cause god damn its a brand new payback
Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga
on tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag
the nigga the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a fag
So, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokes
Cuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs
No yokes but smokes
Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers
get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for cars
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
[Ice T]
O to the mutha fuckin G I break crazy
a lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me
Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me
mutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can't stop me
UHH, am I a G, I got proof
Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof
with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up
[?Hit the mob dope?]
So whats up Punk
You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shot
Your moms crying fuck her bust her
Bitch start screaming to me and I'll dust her
Pops got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the mutha fuckin' Bobcat
Ninety three suckas want me to go out
Throw the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm rich
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house
Got any last wordz
[Tupac]
Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas black
Sit back
Ain't afraid to pull a triggar back
Let 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker
[Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckers
Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked
Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets?
Mutha-fucker rednecks all the same
Feel a real nigga if he ain't balled and chained
That's why we burn shit and wreck
Cause the punk police ain't learned shit yet
You mutha-fuckas gonna pay the price
Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life
It's on, the next real nigga fall dead
Dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head
Be prepared for the smoke to bust
What niggas need to do is start loc'in up
United we stand divided we fall
They can shoot one nigga
But they can't take us alll
Let's get along with the Mexicans
And we can all have peace on the sets again
Imagine that if it took place [ha ha ha]
Keeping the smile off their white fakes
I ain't racist but lets trade places
Trace the hate 'n face it
One nigga teach two niggas
three teach four niggas
And them niggas teach more niggas
And when we blast
That'll be the biggest blast you've heard
And them is my last wordz

Get money nigga
Yeah - aw yeah
Dedicate this one to all the hustlers
that get up every motherfuckin mornin and put they work in
I see you - I see you boy
I'm up before sunrise first to hit the block
Lil' bad motherfucker with a pocket full of rocks
Learned to throw them thangs, get my skinny lil' ass kicked
Niggaz laughed, til the first motherfucker got blas-ted
I put the nigga in his casket
and now they covering the bastard in plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular fuck when it counts
Tryin to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin ghost on the five-oh, fuck them hoes
Got a forty-five screamin out surviv-al
Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some ya-yo
and holla five-oj when I say so
Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm hittin fences
NARC's on a nigga back missin me by inches
And they say how do you survive, weighin one-fifty-five
in the city where the little niggaz die
Tell mama don't cry, cause even if they kill me
They can never take the life of a real G
I'm gettin money [4x]
Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin
Pour some liquor on the curb, for my homies that deserve it
If I wanna make a million, gotta stay dealin
Kinda boomin round the way, think today I make a killin
Dressin down like I'm dirty, but only on the block
just a clever disguise, to keep me runnin from the cops
Gettin high I think I'll die if I don't get no ends
I'm in a bucket but I'm ridin it like it's a Benz
I hit the strip I let my music buck
drinkin liquor and I'm lookin for a bitch to fuck
Rather die makin money, than live poor and legal
as I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo
I need money in a major way
Time to fuck my girl, she gettin paid today, ha hah ha
I live Thug Life and let the money come to me
Cause they can never take the game from a young G
I'm gettin money [4X]
Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do
Now watch a young motherfucker pull the trigger too
RAISE UP, and don't let them see ya cry
Dry your eyes, young nigga time for do or die
I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my Glock
Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit
I done seen a motherfucker peep pain
at point blank range cause he slept on the game
Ain't a damn thing changed, they shakin the dice
Now roll em if you can't stand pain better hold em
Cause ain't no tellin what ya might roll
You might fold catch AIDS from a slight cold
You better live ya life to the fullest
Be quick to kill a bull got a pistol motherfucker better pull it
And even if they kill me
They can never take the life of a young G
I'm gettin money [5X]

f/ Shock G
[2PAC]
Back to get wrecked
All respect to those who break they neck to keep they hoes in check
‘Cause, oh, they sweat a brother majorly
And I don’t know why, your girl keeps pagin’ me
To 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
Hey, yo, bust it, baby got a problem sayin’ bye-bye
Just another hazard of a fly guy
You ask why, don’t matter, my pockets got fatter
Now everybody’s lookin’ for the, ladder
And ain’t no need in bein’ greedy, you wanna see me
Dial that beeper number, baby, when you need me
And I’ll be there in a, jiffy
Don’t be picky, just be happy with this, quickie
When will you learn, you can’t tie me down
Baby doll, check it out, I Get Around
Chorus:
I Get Around
2Pacalypse Now don’t stop for hoes
I Get Around
[2PAC]
--Why ain’t I call you, please--
Fingertips on the hips as I tip, gotta get a tight grip
Don’t slip, loose lips sank ships
It’s a trip, I love it when she licks her lips, see me jockin’
Put a little twist in her hips, ‘cause I’m watchin’
Conversations on the phone ‘till the break of dawn
Now we all alone, why the lights on?
Turn ‘em off, time to set it off, get you wet and soft
Somethin’s on your mind, let it off
You don’t know me, you just met me, you won’t let me
Well if I couldn’t have it, silly rabbit, why you sweat me?
It’s a lot a real G’s doin’ time
‘Cause a groupie bit the truth and told a lie
You picked the wrong guy, baby if your too fly
You need to hit the door, search for a new guy
‘Cause I only got one night in town, break out, or be clowned
Baby doll, are you down? I Get Around
Chorus:
I Get Around
The Underground just don’t stop for hoes
I Get Around
Still down with the Underground
I Get Around
--Hey, yo Shock, let them hoes know--
[Shock G]
Now you can see from my everyday fits, I ain’t rich
So cease and assist with them tricks
I’m just another black man, caught up in the mix
Tryin’ to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Just ‘cause 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 share me
I Get Around
[2PAC]
Round and round, the town we go
But the Underground just don’t stop for hoes
What do you know, another young bro makin’ dough
But the po-po won’t let me go
Tryin’ to do my show, but other young bros wanna throw
Time to hit the door, grab a hoe
Don’t forget my dough, and if the promo say no
Let him meet my 4-4, I’m from the ‘O’
And yo, I Get Around
[Chorus]

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
It seems I can't turn back
I'm walkin round strapped can't sleep, My enemies want me gat
Call my mama and they scream drama [Kill you bitch!]
Could it be they don't know that they fuckin wit a G? [Rat-a-tat]
I'm goin to sleep but wit my eyes open
I'm gettin high and I pray that when I go, I can die smokin
Go to the funeral, My homie's dead, He passed away
Got caught up in the wrong place, Got blasted hey
It's just anotha part of bein black
It ain't no thang, But if you slang, You betta watch yo back
Cause these motherfuckers love to see you gone
You gotta stay strong, Young brotha, Cause it's on
And i'll be slangin these thangs till the break of dawn
Gotta make my ends, Then it's time to take it home
Got some hoochies on my pager
It's major, Let me play her like a game of fuckin sega
It's time to wake up, 2 in the mornin
You gotta leave, Gots to sleep by myself, Cause i'm a G
It's time to say goodbye, I gots to get my strap
I was raised in the gutter now I can't turn back
[Chorus 1: 2Pac]
It seems I can't turn back
They want me to change
But yo, I can't turn back
[Chorus 2: 2Pac]
I can't turn back
They want me to change
But now, I can't turn back
[Verse 2: Uncredited Rapper]
I got 30 homies, 30 mackin, Jealous cause i'm stackin
I stay tackin, Keep packin, Heat in case these niggaz get to actin
Too sheisty, Shorty y'all get foggy and wanna leak
Or get restless tryin to test this, Get they ass put to sleep [Pow!]
I'm playin for keeps, And if a life ain't no turnin back
I'ma keep hustlin as long as dope fiends keep burnin crack
No love for these bitches cause when you down and out, They backs turn
Now dig em and ditch em be about my riches, Sip my liquor, And let my sack burn
Can't let these funky cock hoes destroy me
Only quality time I spend in these only blocks that employ me
These punk-ass cops annoy me, Playa hatin on my cash got
Me bailin through them cuts throwin my sack and strappin the stash box
Tryin to crash my spot, Tryin to stop a nigga from earnin snaps
To hustle's all I know so it ain't really no turnin back
[Chorus 1: 2Pac]
I can't turn back
They sayin i'm crazy
I can't turn back
They want me to quit
[Chorus 2: 2Pac]
I can't turn back
They want me to stop
But yo, I can't turn back
[Verse 3: Spice 1]
Comin up off a clip, So nigga don't trip, It's the S-P-I
When I step onto ya shit, Nigga, Ya quick to die
So take this slug to ya chest cause then i'm turnin back
Reason the ghetto smoke a motherfucker slangin crack
I put my finger on trigger and he was rolled up
He was the key to me gettin my spizzot sowed up
So now i'm runnin like a motherfuckin fugitive
And all I carry is memories of how I used to live
[2Pac]
Everytime I wake up, I hit the floor and thank the lord
I don't know what i'm livin for, I'm runnin out the back door
Ain't nothin nice in my life, I ask my nigga Spice [What's up, Nigga]
Don't wanna die, Am I livin right?
I hit the corner smokin weed and drinkin hennessey
Will I be sober enough to see my enemies?
And if I do, Will I empty my clip?
Or will I trip, Cause I ain't givin up shit
I can't turn back
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Can't turn back
They want me to quit
But yo, I can't turn back
They sayin i'm crazy
I can't turn back
They want me to quit
But yo, I can't turn back
I can't turn back
They want me to quit
But yo, I can't turn back
I'm still thuggin
I can't turn back
They want me to quit
But yo, I can't turn back

f/ Nate Dogg
How long will they mourn me
Yeah! This for my nigga Kato
It's still on nigga
Thug Life, Thugs for life
Ha Ha yeah, how long will they mourn me
Yeah nigga
2Pac in this muthafucka
(Tupac)
All my homies drinking liquor
Tears in everybody's eyes
Niggas cried to mourn a homies homicide
But I can't cry
instead I'm just a shoulder
Damn, why they take another soldier
I load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry
I'll get them suckas back before your buried (shit)
Retaliate and pull a 187
do real niggas get to go to heaven ?
How long will they mourn me, bury me a muthafuckin 'G'
Bitch don't wanna die
then don't fuck with me
It's kinda hard to be optimistic
When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted
Y'all don't hear me doe, I'm trying hard to make amends
But I'm losing all my muthafuckin friends (damn)
They should've shot me when I was born
Now I'm trapped in the muthafuckin' storm
How long will they mourn me ?
(Chorus)
I wish it would have been another
How long will they mourn me
How long will they mourn my brother
(Got them niggas all dead and shit)
How long will they mourn me
I wish it would have been another
(Nate Dogg)
How long will they mourn me
How long will they mourn my brother
(Gotta keep this shit goin' on, Yo Syke)
(Syke)
How long will they mourn me
Every muthafuckin' day homie
You stayed down when tha other niggas didn't know me
From my heart to the trigga you my fuckin' nigga
And things won't be the same without ya nigga
I remember kickin' back, you wanted to lack
And goin' half on a muthafuckin' hundred sack
Smokin' blunt after blunt and steady drinkin'
Hung around so much, you knew what I was thinkin'
Tell me Lord, why you take big Kato ?
So confused not knowing which way to go
I'm goin crazy and runnin' out of fuckin' time
I can't take it, I'm losin' my fuckin' mind
So day after day
ride after ride
We'll hook up on the other side
Watch over your family and your newborn
Till we meet again homie
How long will they mourn me ?
(Chorus)
I wish it would have been another
(Yo Kato)
How long will they mourn me
(It's still on nigga)
How long will they mourn my brother
How long will they mourn me
I wish it would have been another
(Yeah)
How long will they mourn me
How long will they mourn my brother
(Rated R, Double Jeopardy, Mack 10)
(Rated R)
Damn a nigga tired of feeling sad
I'm tired of putting in work
I'm tired of cryin while watching my homies leave the earth
I know soon one day I'll be in the dirt
And my peoples'll be mournin'
When they get a call from the coroner
All niggas can say is that's fucked up
And get tossed up
Reminiscing how we grew up (my nigga)
Rest and love to my nigga Kato
See you in the crossroads real soon
For now let me pour out some brew
I'll be always thinkin' of ya homie
Rest in peace
How long will they mourn me ?
Ya know life's a fuckin' trip
And everybody gotta go
But why the fuck it have to be my nigga Kato
Another nigga fell victim to the chrome
It's enough to make you crazy
It's fuckin' with my dome
Ya only live once on this earth
A nigga had it bad, since the day of my mutahfuckin' birth
But niggas say they down and they always be my homie
But when a nigga gone
How long will ya mourn me ?
(Chorus)
Yeah!
I wish it would have been another
(Mack 10 in this muthafucka)
Yeah, how long will ya mourn me
How long will ya mourn my bother
(Thug Life boy, Nate blowin' that shit,
Nate Dogg do that shit nigga)
I wish it would have been another
Yeah! How long will ya mourn me
How long will ya mourn my brother
(This for my nigga Kato and all his kids)
How long will ya mourn me
I wish it would have been another
How long will ya mourn my brother
*New 2Pac Verse*
So many,
burried peers, throughout the years
while pouring out liquor and beers
for my homies that wasnt here.
cant help but shed tearz at the cemetary
makin me wonder if this loaded pistols neccesarry.
even the preacher could see the pain in my mothers eyes.
while walkin bye, cant help but sympathize when brothas die.
maybe the pain will make the situation change.
no murder for murder, our homicide will never end, this crooked game.
bullets blastin, time pass, brothas in masks
retaliation is the aftermath.
all that remains is a courpse rapped in plastic.
call the mother tell her her babies in a casket.
no love fo'em
put his body in the grave
even the pistols and all the prayers couldnt savem
look how they played'em
they should have murderd me when i was born.
now im caught in the violence of the storm.
how long will they mourn me.

Hold on... [lighter flicks up]
Yeah it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby [inhales]
It'll get better... [coughing]
Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style
When this whole beat drop we just gon' run it to em bet
It's all good, uhh
I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch
And all through Junior High, we was just gettin by
And drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry, and even though I had
pain in my heart, I was hopeless from the start
They couldn't tell me nothin, they all tried to help to help me
The marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy
I travelled places, caught cases, what a ill year
I felt the pain and the rain but I'm still here
Never did like the police, let the whole world know
Now I gets no peace, cause they chasin me down
And facin me now, what do I do?
These thangs that a Thug goes through
And still I rise so keep ya head up, and make ya mind strong
It's a struggle every day but you gotta hold on
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Hold on, be strong, hold on
Be strong, hold on
When it's on it's on
There's, never a good day, cause in my hood they
let they AK's pump strays where the kids play
And every Halloween, check out the murder scene
Can't help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen
My homies dyin 'fore they get to see they birthdays
These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray
And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth
I know that ain't the truth, sometimes I look for proof
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto, and if it does
Does it matter if you blood or you cuz
Remember how it was, the picnics and the parties in the projects
Small time drinkin gettin high with them armies
Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
I'm dealin with the madness, raised by a single mother
I'm tryin to tell you when it's on
You gotta keep your head to the sky and be strong, most of all hold on
[Chorus]
[Interlude:]
Hold on, be strong
I know them ain't tears comin down your face
When it's on it's on but
Wipe your eyes
Hold on, be strong
In this world
When it's on it's on but
Only the strong survive y'know
Hold on, be strong
Hmm, I know it's hard out there
When it's on it's on but
Welfare
Hold on, be strong
AIDS, earthquakes
Cause when it's on it's on but
Muggings, carjackings
Hold on, and be strong
Yeah we got problems
Cause when it's on it's on but
But believe me when I tell you
Hold on, and be strong
Things always get better
Cause when it's on it's on but
God don't like ugly
Hold on, and be strong
And God don't like no quitters
Cause when it's on it's on but
You know what Billie Holiday said bay-bee
Hold on, and be strong
God bless the child that can hold his own
Cause when it's on it's on but
Y'know?
Hold on, and be strong
You got to stand strong
Cause when it's on it's on but
And when these bustas try to knock you out your place
Hold on, and be strong
You stand there to they face
Cause when it's on it's on but
Tell em hold on, and be strong
Hold on, and be strong
The game don't stop
Cause when it's on it's on but
Hmmm
Hold on, and be strong
This here is black main
Cause when it's on it's on but
If you don't never leave nothin, learn one thing
Hold on, and be strong
It don't stop, til the casket drop
Hold on
Thug, for Life... feel me?
All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong
When things get bad, especially come the first and the fifteenth
Stay strong, and stay ballin, hold on
I'll catch y'all at the next life, we in traffic

High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
The Shit don't stop
Til my casket drop
I'm High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
The Shit don't stop
Til my casket drop
I'm High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
Shit don't stop
The shit don't stop
Game rules
Ain't got time for fools
Money on my mind
So my nine rules
Time to make wieght
Niggas gettin' crazy paid
Hate bitches for the games they play
So nigga
Pull quick
But better be quicker
Than the next mutha fucka
On the trigger
Cause I'm static
Startin' to be a fuckin' habit
Gotta keep my automatic
Or get my ass kicked
When I'm travelin'
It's kind of puffin'
I drive a bucket
Little Thug Life nigga
Screaming Fuck It
I love to throw my middle finger to the police
And no bucks, no justice, no peace
I'm smoking blunts 'til I pass out
[coughing]
Yah nigga getting assed out
Rollin' and my niggas
Glass out
Drving fast
Talking to bitches
Whipping cash out
I'm with my niggas
So fuck the suckas
I'm bucking brothas
Smokin' chronic mutha fuckas
Causing ruckus
It's the last of the drank
Pull over
Can't hear a damn thang
Sober
High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
The Shit don't stop
Til my casket drop
I'm High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
The Shit don't stop
Til my casket drop
High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
The Shit don't stop
Til my casket drop
I'm High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
Shit don't stop
The shit don't stop
Lord help me save me
Mama keep praying for a young mutha fucker
Trying to duck an early grave
In the city where you can't tell the fakes
From the snakes
Enemies from phonies
Friends from your homies
Around the corner theres another nigga waiting to jack
He don't know I got a glock
Till his ass get shot
Like a mutha fuckin' Thug disease
Claiming Peace
Like they mutha fuckin' trustin' me
Hey, what's up with bitches trying to screw me
Do me cause I did a movie
Throw the pussy to me
But before they never knew me
Rather die then let yah
Play me for like a Busta
And with my glock
I'm a plotin' ass rotten mutha fucka
Hey don't let that movie fool yah
Let me school yah
Screaming Thug Life nigga
When I do yah
It's the last of the drank
Pull over
Can't hear a damn thang
Sober
[Till the end of song]
High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
The Shit don't stop
Til my casket drop

Here we go no´,here we go (X2)
Every nigga outthere
Fuck like you just dont care
Bad boy , we gonna get ya
Fuck ya,fuck ya
smoke da bong dailyto be weeded
cause that´s what we need
let us keep the shit alive
till god arrive and we all die and fly
to the heaven to see you , biggie
B.I.G. you ain´t got no flow
...and here we go
Chorus
Mama,i dont want to hurt ya
but i killed that fat ass
and i smoked grass to leave the stress
and struggle back mic check 1,2,3
we are now free from B.I.G.
REMEMBER ME !
I still got my finger on da trigga,nigga.
Sticky Finga ,fuck ya,too!
LA , MOTHERFUCKERS !
WESTSIDE , till we all die , bitch !
Chorus (x2)
AHHHHHHHH !
Bad Boy Killas,ya better be ready
Puffy , we gonna get ya !
I ain´t nothing but a GANGSTER !
Fuck Biggie and his motherfucking Dick-Suckers!
NIGGA,you can suck my motherfucking Balls!
Goddamn,assholes!

{Obie Trice}
Ha ha, yeah
{Tupac}
Nigga fuck that Gin and Juice (Hennessy)
Just Pour a nigga a glass
Hennessy, that dark shit (That's right)
{Obie Trice}
Hey pour me some of that too baby
[Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice]
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessy
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in the brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto)
Hennessy
{Tupac}
Ha ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy)
{Obie Trice}
That's what your sippin on
Now what's you name nigga?
{Tupac}
Big ballin ass nigga named Pac
[Verse 1: Tupac]
Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death
I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath
These motherfuckaz wanna see me die
So who am I to try to warn �em, I'll buck and bomb �em, them niggas fry
Hey remember me? Down that Hennessy
The nigga you don't wanna see, let me proceed
My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me?
Now that it's poppin aint no love bitch
I maintain in the game, in the gutter is where I still kick it
I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket
I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days
Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid
So nigga blaze, cuz we some motherfuckin fools
Walkin through the streets wearing jewels
Breakin niggaz, fakin moves
Even the cops can't stop us
My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy
[Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice]
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessy
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in the brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto)
Hennessy
{Tupac}
Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy)
{Obie Trice}
That's what I'm sippin on
Now let me tell �em who I be
{Tupac}
Big ballin ass nigga named Trice
[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's west
Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess
Tried to apply myself, but niggas was ballin
My momma couldn't tell me shit, the streets was callin
I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law
I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw
P Funk, got it pumpin, he had the connects
Through the sack to us little niggaz workin the set
And if you got it you getting wet, nigga bet on that
Don't come around hurr on that floss shit
Detroit niggaz off shit
(Robbin niggaz in the door ways) That's right
(With my 4-4, that's the sure way)
And this your old days, all eyez on me
We was loony I suppose you could (die homie)
O Trice always repped his block
Pass the Hen' and that Ice, I'm on a track with Pac nigga

[Intro: 2Pac/Obie Trice]
[Obie Trice]
Ha ha ha, yeah
[Tupac]
Nigga fuck that Gin and Juice (Hennessy)
Just Pour a nigga a glass
Hennessy, that dark shit (That's right)
[Obie Trice]
Hey pour me some of that too baby
[Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice]
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessy
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto)
Hennessy
[Tupac]
Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy)
[Obie Trice]
That's what your sippin on
Now what's you name nigga?
[Tupac]
Big ballin ass nigga named Pac
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death
I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath
These motherfuckaz wanna see me die
So who am I to try to warn 'em, I'll buck and bomb 'em, them nigga fry
Ey remember me' Damn that Hennessy
The nigga you don't wanna see, let me precede
My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me?
Now that it's poppin aint no love bitch
I maintain in the game and the gutter is where I still kick it
I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket
I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days
Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid
So nigga blaze, cuz we some motherfuckin fools
Walkin through the streets wearing jewels
Breakin niggaz, fakin moves
Even the cops can't stop us
My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy
[Chorus: 2Pac/Obie Trice]
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessy
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto)
Hennessy
[Tupac]
Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy)
[Obie Trice]
That's what I'm sippin on
Now let me tell 'em who I be
[Tupac]
Big ballin ass nigga named Trice
[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's west
Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess
Tried to apply myself, but niggas was ballin
My momma couldn't tell my shit, the streets was callin
I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law
I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw
P Funk, got I pumpin, he had the connects
Through the sack to us little niggaz workin the set
And if you got it you getting wet, nigga bet on that
Don't come around hurr on that floss shit
Detroit niggaz off shit
(Robbin niggaz in the do' ways) That's right
(With my four four, that's the sure way)
And this your old days, all eyez on me
We was loony I suppose you could (die homie)
O Trice always repped his block
Pac that Hen' and that Ice, I'm on a track with Pac nigga
[Chorus: 2Pac/Obie Trice]
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessy
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto)
Hennessy
[Tupac]
Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy)
[Outro: Obie Trice]
Ey Pac' Pac, nigga Detroit love you boy
We put it down out here I mean, you know? Me, my family, my friends.. Man we riddin for you
always
2PacalypseNow and to infinity boy' forever
Shady Records, Afeni Shakur what up?
Yea, Obie Trice
Pour out a lil' liquor nigga

2Pac
I was so money orientated
Initiated as a thug
Dreamin of wicked ambitions
And visions of how i was
Picture a nigga
On tha verge of livin insane
I sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang
Now tell me if i'm wrong
But sayin fuck tha world
Got ya trippin in my zone
Drinkin till I hurl
Spendin money till its gone
Itz tha good life
Baby, niggaz got it goin on
Now maybe if I died
And came back
Wouldn抰 have ta slang crack
Addicted to tha game
So obviously we came strapped
Please forgive me for my wicked wayz
Fuck a bitch
Bad boy niggaz eat a dick
They aint bumpin this
Lord have mercy
Itz tha slaughters
So wicked that my trackz is wettin niggaz like its water
I learn my lessons as a thug
In these wicked ass hood fights
But I'ma baller now
Nigga
I live tha good life
Chorus
This is tha good life
Fuck my foes
God bless tha dumb niggaz
That trust them hoes
Found a way to stack money
Guaranteed to rise
And live tha good life
Cause thug niggaz don't die x2
Syke
Dont' want no..........
Trick hoez
??????????
They say reach in your heart
And you will find your mind
Everyday on tha streetz
Got my foreside blind
My after time is now
Lookin down a barrel of a 4
Just a nigga or a killer
I don't know, so
Who makes me call when I fallin
Put tha work to rest
Slug in tha chest
Wanted to go'
Make sure i gone
Sitin at home
All alone in these cold streets
Tha desperation congregation
And I can't sleep
???? struggling tryin to survive
Some wanna die
Wanna stay alive
Eyez on tha prize
Let me modify this whole region
I declare this sucker duckin season
Give me a reason
Why she change into a softy
After livin so lofty
It cost me
My soul
Out of control
In a devils world
Me, my niggaz and my girl
Livin tha good life
Chorus
This is tha good life
Fuck my foes
God bless tha dumb niggaz
That trust them hoes
Found a way to stack money
Guaranteed to rise
And life tha good life
Cause thug niggaz don't die x2

F/ Reverend Run
[Reverend Run]
When I was alone, and had nothing
I asked for a friend to help me bear the pain
No one came, except God
When I needed a breath to rise, from my sleep
No one could help me.. except God
When all I saw was sadness, and I needed answers
No one heard me, except God
So when I'm asked.. who I give my unconditional love to?
I look for no other name, except God

[Tupac - speaking]
The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli
That's it! All these motherfuckers stole from me
I'm takin back what's mine
[slowed down voice]
[laughing] You motherfuckers can't stop me
Even if I die, I'm gon' be a fuckin problem
Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker?
Real live black... ghosts
Feel me?
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade me
Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies
Papa was a motherfuckin, joke
Used to find dope in his coat
And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke
Daaamn, don't get me started
My mama smoked so God damn much
when she was pregnant I'm surprised I ain't retarded
At night I can't sleep, can't peep
As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep
Starin at the wall, heard a scream
Wake up in the mornin
See the blood in the hall from the murder scene
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye
On the corner, where the niggaz slang they crack
And the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back
(Five-OH!) I daydream about the dope world
Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl
My mausberg goes BOOM, what's another plug
Snatchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other thugs
(GIVE IT UP NIGGA) Don't run out of breath
Every step could be death 'til you blast
And be the last nigga left, then I'll be ghost
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar
Everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna, kill ya
Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep
Let me die as I rest in peace, deep
Back to these niggaz in the seven-deuce
A mac-10 out the window bout to let it loose, what could I do?
Run for cover and return fire
DIE MOTHERFUCKIN DIE, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why
But I let off everything I have
An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dash
On my ass was the motherfuckin cops now
Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down
BOO-YAOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by
Still runnin like a nigga got nine lives
Don't know why but I'm runnin to my fuckin block
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggaz and the cops
Time to be a ghost
(HEY MAN, COME THE FUCK ON!)
And then we'll be ghost
[Chorus]
[Tupac - speaking]
FUCK THE POLICE NIGGA! [laughing]

Uhh,
Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel
[Chorus - Elton John:]
Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns
[2Pac]
If I could recelect before my hood dayz
I'd sit and reminisce, nigga and bliss on the good dayz
i stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
They tested, it was stressed that they under
In our days, things changed
Everyone's ashamed to the youth cuz the truth looks strange
And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts
cause any day they'll push the button
and yall condemned like Malcolm x and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin
Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
there's no need for you to fear me
if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
it aint about black or white, cuz we're human
I hope we see the light before its ruined
my ghetto gospel
[Chorus - Elton John]
[2Pac]
Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad
Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess she's given birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
We jump into another form of slavery
Even now I keep discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
And when its said and done
I bet this Brotha be a better one
If I'm upset, you don't stress
Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang
But am I less holy
Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace in that war on the streets
My ghetto gospel
[Chorus - Elton John]
[2Pac]
Lord can you hear me speak!!
To pay the price of being hell bound...

F/ Lamar Antwon Robinson, The IMPACT Theatre Group
Because we all spring from different trees
does not mean we are not created equally
Is the true beauty in the tree
or in the vast forest in which it breathes?
I find greatness in the tree, that grows against all odds
It blossoms in darkness, and gives birth to promising pods
I was that tree that grew from the weeds and wasn't meant to be
Ashamed I'm not, in fact I am proud, of my thriving - family - tree
[singing]
The rose that grew from concrete, yeah
The tree that wasn't meant to be
Though I.. struggle in my life, I never give up
And you.. know that I, will always be by your side
My family tree.. yeah a family tree
Yeah, my family tree.. my fam-i-ly tree
I find, greatness in the tree that grows against all odds
It blossoms in.. darkness, and gives birth to a promising pod
You'll never see me give up
I will press on.. never hold my head alone
Never no.. my family tree.. my family tree yeahhh
My family treeeee.. family treeeee..
[speaking]
Because we all spring from different trees
does not mean we are not created equally
Is the true beauty in the tree
or in the vast forest in which it breathes?
The tree must fight to breathe
among the evils of the weeds
I find greatness in the tree, that grows against all odds
Ashamed I'm not, in fact I am proud, of my thriving - family - tree

I hate it when you say everything behind my back
and I dont even understand what the heck your trying to do
and even if I knew and what you put me through
this song is really easy so I named it after you
Everytime you look at me I think why cant we just agree
on something that we'll both ignore
I'll turn around you'll hit the floor
but maybe kids will turn around
and everything will get along
so let me tell you here and now
cuz all I wanna know is how
Why did you have to complicate it
everything was great we made it
in the end we all blamed you
but we all know your easy to
I dont wanna turn my head to your back
looks like we got off track again
now that your gone I guess its time we both went on
Why did you have to complicate it
everything was great we made it
in the end we all blamed you
but all of this will stop

It’z 'Pac, Makaveli
I'm in tha studio drunk in a motherfucker
Ready 2 freestyle this shit, do it wild
Live
4 all my dogs
4 all my dogs out there raised in hell
Let me see them young niggaz raised tha bail
Stepped out on tha streetz rushed from jail
All tha police wanna rag and tell
Not knowin’ that I stashed my mail, uh
All these niggaz wanna see me fail, uh
That’z just tha intro
As I sit back and rock this instrumental, uh
After tha fire comes tha rain
After pleasure iz pain
Even though we broke 4 tha moment
Ballin’ tha game
Time 2 make your, my military be prepared 4 tha bustas
I’ma let your, bitches 2 scary 2 near me 2 rushin’
Visions of over packed prisons
Fingers of niggaz thug livin’
Precious, Big Stretch, hopin’ don’t tell us
They pull tha heater
Ammunition in grace
Shh, without a cell
As we slidin’ down
Pistols in place
They got me feintin’ 4 currency
And money be callin’ me
It’z like I’m dreamin’
Seeing seasons 2 ballin’
Officiated, and this fuckin’ his behavior
Got tha Glock 4-5 snatchin’ niggaz pagers
Label tha marks
Soon as we start
It was hard 2 quit
Started out drinkin’ forties through tha hardest shit
G*ddamn, now I’ma grown man
A follower man
Nigga got my own plan
In my hand got tha 45
I kick it live 2 sur5
Make these niggaz die
While gettin’ high
Though we cry when these thugz bug
Niggaz’ll leave in their caskets
That’z what ya get 4 being playahatin’ bastards
Me and my clique’s all legit
We keep a 50 on these niggaz know
You can’t touch us
When they get 2 come against us
These niggaz’ll be defenseless
It’s senseless
Knockin’ niggaz back on tha fences
My whole clique be sick
And though we rip whole crews
Niggaz knew
We came trough
Drinkin’ 22’s of brew
And though we drink Hennessey
We provide our enemies with mo’ shit
Tha art o’ war’s all legit
I read, my name out, Makaveli
With tha Thug Life chattered on tha bottom of my belly
Can these niggaz understand this
My whole family is sick is though scandalous
Let my introduce my clique
Castro, when he blasts y’all
Niggaz run and hide
Napoleon will provide
Tha game
Let my explain
Why E.D.I.
Provide shit, 4 tha needy
And take from tha greedy
Kadafi, is not sloppy
Another copy
Is tha only one
Bring tha gun
If ya want it Young Noble
Bring ya soul
2 tha true, let them know we came trough
In a bucket or BMW
We trouble you
The W for Westside
Niggaz die
When they try to infiltrate my crew
We never high, we ride
And die, together
And when you see my clique we always ride 4 ever
Me, my whole clique is sick
We smoke sense a me
Can you convince a G
That they can come against me
You can see me on TV
Or live
Niggaz die when they try 2 come against me
Never high
In my own zone, in my own done
In my mind I’ma don
Nigga knew it once I get all thy
Splash your niggaz
Will I dash your niggaz
Once I mash these figgaz
I’ll be bad a nigga
It’s me, makaveli
a.k.a tha don of these whole clique
niggaz you so sick
That’s my freestyle drunk and flow
Just so you bitch ass niggaz in tha back row know
Whether it’z New York or Texas
Ride through in a Lexus
Or BMW
I trouble you
Throwin’ up 4 ever 4 this big ol’ W
Huhhuhhuhhuhu
My double R proves I’ma big rap star
Rockin’ tha roof
Niggaz where ya at
Where ya are is tha bet
In tha front, when ya bump this shit
I keep a gat inside my trunk legit
Always, though I’m on probation
I still rock tha nation
Out on bail, though last year I was in jail
Raised hell, until I get my mail
Will I fail, hell no niggaz bite my nails
I keep a manicure
Though you panic you’re
Still gonna die
Went pocket high
Smokin’ Endo
I roll my window down
A smooth criminal
And though I pack this pal
3-5-7 0-4-5
Will I high, will I die
Will I ride, niggaz never know why
My whole crew, a family clique
Are we sick
Are we live
Though we struggle 2 sur5
In this motherfuckin’ ‘95
Turnin’ ‘96
’96 turnin’ ‘97
I keep a 3-5-7
Mack 11
Back home I got a M-Ore
What did I say, a mini 14
Haha, my double R
Ride with my crew, ride with my clew
You don’t have a clue, nigga when we’re comin’ 4 you
We hit tha house o’ blue, actin’ like fools
My nigga Fatal
Put a gun inside his club I keep his fuckin’ prenatal
How 2 bang inside his chest, no no no
Bang inside his belly, no no no
Who is makaveli, tha general, bring that gas out his belly
I say yo Fatal is ya crazy
Things pushin’ outside at tha front
Niggaz’ll say G*ddamn
Niggaz iz funny as hell
What you want
You want tha funk
Hell no, niggaz don’t want no beef
That’z why we left that motherfucker in a Rolls
A Limo I mean
With bitches inside to meet
I was chillin’ in tha back
Got some hits, just did a dope assed show
Them niggaz’ll always remember me
Came from Italy
Bellisimo, was tha call
Yeah nigga I got Versace
All money
All them niggaz wanna fuck with me
Y’all know
I always represent my people 2 tha fullest
Yeah, I'm that same motherfucker took 5 bullets
Count em, came out
Rappin’ and stealin’ and makin’ 5
Motherfucker’s records got sold millions millions
Haha, platinum, I make 5 platinum shit, know what I’m sayin’
Niggaz can’t fuck with me
2pacolypse, not known 4 playin, huh
I took shots
And gave shots
Fuck tha cops
Will I stop
Until my shit, reach tha top, hm
Niggaz out there wanna do me
But it’z my duty
Bad Boy and Fugees, hahahaha
Y’all niggaz’ll never stop me, never drop me
Never make me fall
Me, 2pacolypse all I know how 2 do iz ball ball ball!!!
My crew
Survive reincarnation after I’m dead
Their rockin’ ‘n rollin’
Bring tha funk 2 tha whole nation
And you know
These niggaz wanna have a go with my name on it
You know
I spit tha game so clear explain it on you
You know, huh
When I’m dead
My niggaz’ll ride 4 me
4 e’rybody
see you just got 2 see tha pic 2 make it all bald

(feat. Big Syke, EDI Amin & others)
[Intro: Tupac talking]
This go out to C. Delores Tucker, Bob Dole
And everybody else who feels like uh
They stronger than the constitution
Freedom of speech big baby
Freedom of speech
Ha ha ha
Outlawz
Goddamn! Rap music I hate that
It's just so violent and it destroys everyone, it makes the kids crazy
The kids kill people
There cop hater
here going against society, I don't understand the music
It's too loud, it's too rowdy, it's too violent
Let's ban all rap music
(Outlawz)
Ban Tupac, ban the Outlaw Immortalz ban 'em
[Verse One: Young Noble]
Listen it ain't no stopping
I gotta hustle
Cop it make it double, try to
Stop it and touch it, I'ma cock it and bust it
Niggaz tryna get it addicted to fast living
Get rich or die trying nigga as 50
I've been Operating Under Thug Laws As A Warrior
Oppressed by the industry the Hip-Hop government ?? by the Hip-Hop Police
Why you think Nas screaming Hip-Hop deceased?
No justice (No justice)
All the judges got grudges
Giving my niggaz life for a little next to nothing
So wherever you are, just a little extra something
You ain't the only one, we all going through the struggle
Penny pinching
It's like you really ain't living
? until eleven's, I'm cooking in the kitchen
Like we looking and we wishing
Praying will he hear it?
It's eating at my spirit
Speaking for the spirits
[Verse Two: Tupac]
You can't break me
Never make me
Busta soft the beats
This Outlaw style got a brother off the streets
Miss Deloris Tucker sue me I won't stop
Till we get justice for these crooked cops on my block
Time Warner full of sissies
Tell 'em all to miss me
A bunch of hypocrites
Whistling Dixie
Good riddance cause you never should of touched me
You cowards knew you couldn't take the pressure I'ma make you sorry
Trust me
Didn't cry when they dropped me
(Nah)
Can they stop me?
Tryna sell 4 million copies
If I wasn't spitting it'd be prison or death
This rap game all we got left
So try to comprehend where we coming from
Life as an Outlaw
Ain't meant for everyone
So here we come
Recognize how we organize
Strategize now we unified brothers on the rise
And we can't stop
[Chorus: Young Noble & Stormy]
No way no how we got to keep moving
And putting it down
We can't stop
(Outlawz)
Until we reach the top
Through the music we speak to the blocks
Believe it or not
I don't know what you've been, told
Real niggaz don't stay on they go
Can't stop until I get that you know
Won't stop until I get that keep going
[Verse Three: Hussein Fatal]
Bury me with a Makaveli suit and a Mac
I've God strike me with lightning, I'm shooting him back
Skinny cause I don't work out, my man is in the gym
Long as I'm strong enough to put a hammer on your chin
Trapped in the storm
Fuck the world till I'm gone
I'm bucking at Corey Brooke he treating my niggaz wrong
Until I'm gone
They gon' see who I be
I picture this bricks ducking from the penitentiary
[Verse Four: Kadafi]
Mysteriously it seems
Through my deepest thoughts and dreams its all wrong
Pop too long gone, and now 18 I'm stranded on my own
Abandoned here in the zone
Protect my thrown pal like a king, Al Capone style
Fake no jacks on this grind
Coked up with crack I get mine
Living life as a Don, Guess Gortex, Louis Vuitton
[Verse Five: Hussein Fatal]
Yeah your boys back with the proper team
When they think I'm wearing Red I'ma rock the Green
On a whole 'nother episode
Cops never heard of ya
The otherside'll hide down the block from the murder scene
Catch ya man he dead with the Fifth
When it's hot on Nu he G-Ride from the clear to the bricks
So gangster how he switched from the clear to the bricks
Niggaz hate it but they scared of the Fifth
(And we won't stop)
Outlawz!
[Chorus]
[Verse Six: Big Syke]
This rap game like a robbery
Cause it seem somebody hiding me
My nigga, made a motherfucker cop a Ki'
Motherfucker ain't no stopping me
My nigga, It's Mussolini see me all in the midst
I'm still chilling like I'm bottle of Crys'
Enemies sharpen they ?
And when they see me they can give me a kiss
So I'm posing with the frozen wrists
Outlaw immortalized we survived and curst
So I claim it like I'm bangin a turf
Yeah it's easy like I'm putting in work
Not been easy you wanna jerk
Come the squeezey I'm ready to murk
Outlawz, Makaveli niggaz ready to flow
So baby are you ready to go?
Outlaw my niggaz be screaming at night
A Big Syko with the thug in your life
[Verse Seven: EDI Amin]
Don't stop (Don't stop)
Keep going (Keep going)
Even when the wheels fall off we keep rolling (Keep rolling)
This Hip-Hop thing just won't stop
It's number one at the top of the charts
Here to stay like 'Pac
Man I just can't let it go
It's in my blood stream (Yeah)
So when I flow, I gotta do my thug thing
For the hood the under privileged and oppressed
Young nigga get rich, cash more cheques
Take the hood life
Put it on on wax
Get stakes now we living the good life
Car brand new and it shine so clean
Bought momma a house, on sweet sixteen's
And we, sitting clean in the latest edition
From the block to the movie screen deep in and pimpin'
Recognize how we organize
Strategize now we unified brothers on the rise
And we won't stop
[Chorus]

(Makaveli talking) x2
Don't go 2 sleep,
You can get your cash on nigga if you peak,
Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep
But don't fall 2 sleep
Quit staring at my like a infra-red nigga
(Verse 1: Makaveli)
Pictures of plenty
Sippin my glass full of henny
Hands on my semi -
- Automatic kill for pennies
Approach for contact
Cause I'm live I multiply
Soon as I open fire
Niggaz die with open eyes
Scared to take a nap
It's a trap
A long maze
Dreaming of getting stacks
Making scratch the wrong way
What song says
We murder mother fucker's daily
Black out
Blow the the track out
My lyrics never fail me
I inhale strong weed
Then release the stress
Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west
Like Yay Yo
Niggaz pull out
When I say so
Commence to poppin'
Mother fuckers copy and fail
Efficiently I release and flee
The art of war living sucka free
Get with me
Chorus: (Makaveli) x2
Don't go 2 sleep,
You can get your cash on nigga if you peak,
Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep
But don't fall 2 sleep
(Verse 2: Kurupt)
I envisioned my self
In a pistol populated area
In a distance and a width with a glock
And about ten of the homeboyz on smash
Get to smashin'
First mother fucker moves
Nigga we blastin'
I'm a gangsta ass nigga
D-P till the fool's bangin' on the white hoes beat they fuckin eyes closed
In the midst with my eyes half open
The homie with the scope and
About fifteen others postin'
Nigga
The gangsta's run this mother fucker
Constantly smokin' we murder everything in this bitch eyes wide open
The homie pac says bray em'
End of discussion
He didn't save you for nothing
Niggz started bustin'
I'm a gangsta nigga
Just remember nigga
Don't sleep nigga
Don't trip or tweak nigga
Chorus: (Makaveli) x2
Don't go 2 sleep,
You can get your cash on nigga if you peak,
Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep
But don't fall 2 sleep
(Verse 3: Daz Dillinger)
Animated of it all in juvenated my dawgs
Fuckin' up these niggas for the wrong or right cause
Breakin' laws
Breakin' jaws
Just fuckin' all y'all
Seeing is believing now its time to break down the wall
Barricaded
Faded
Except for just one blast
Let em' know don't fuck around wit Kurupt, Pac and Daz
Created for gunshots to vacate the block
After its all done nigga
What do i got?
Hoo bangin on niggas for more than 15 figures
Put a hex on they ass
And watch they ass die quicker
Daz hit like a killa, make em all remember
The deadly wrath, I can make they family shiver
Control it and hold it down
Won't renounce the crown
Servin' and lay these mothafuckas down
Drop the bomb
Prepare for war
Lets even the score
Bringin it to you niggas like you can't afford
Chorus: (Makaveli repeated until the end)
Don't go 2 sleep,
You can get your cash on nigga if you peak,
Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep
But don't fall 2 sleep

[Mopreme]
Just 'cause a nigga come in he got style
Don't think I won't flip it
Don't pull your file
But I got enough bullshit to deal with
I'm rollin' with the thugs so
You must be on drugs to the head
Get your ass break down
Broken half baby
I'm a feelin' like a motherfuckin psychopathic
And if you got beef best leave it in the freezer
I'm no joke
Mopreme straight lo
And you could get smoked
You hook the shit you get stroked
And all of that
And later be back for your motherfuckin dope sack
Kid it ain't the type of day to play doughnut
Don't get your ass sewn up
Why you leakin on my blown out
Hey, you're mixed up like a bowl of nuts
You fuck around and got it twisted up
Boy, don't get it twisted
[chorus]
Don't get it twisted!.....
[Macadoshis]
It's the Macadoshis coming from the dark side
The park side where the O.G.s do ride
Ain't nothing but killers in the park
As many niggas lost they's heart
When my gat sparks
I'll bust a cap in that ass
Don't get it twisted
When I'm on a mission, niggas come with Mishy
You busters gettin disciplined
And you're comin' up short on your life
When i smoke you with this mac-10
When it's on it's on
Fuck it
I'm makin niggas kick the bucket when I check em' by inducis
Ain't no think to let my shit spin
You on my shit list hope you got a death wish
I tried to warn you but you missed me
You should have listened motherfucker when i said:
Don't get it twisted!
[chorus]
[Rated R]
Niggas got problems about gettin shit twisted
They need to stay the fuck out of grown folks business
Kids get a kick out of bumpin their big clips
But don't front no shit that brought no shit that peace started
Cause I'm a cold hearted rider straight dunkin'
never through with my streets
Never hurt nobody but my heat
East side brothers don't hear me though
They'd rather get shit twisted and gather like hoes
Bitch make ass niggas when I caught 'em
Couldn't bust a drape if they wanted
They're soft like Charmin
But I don't sweat varmits
I suffer with my black group
Just a one-day murderer
On the motherfuckin Rudy Poop
I snapped his soul, son
Ain't no damn thing funny when I spray your ass with my tongue
And your mommy can't save you now
Cause you got the job twisted up
For fuckin' with a killer
[chorus]
[fade out]

'Nobody's, closing me out of my business' [repeat 2X]
[2Pac] My definition of a thug nigga
'Nobody's, closing me out of my business'
[Verse One: 2Pac]
I played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin
Pack my nine til it's time to go to prison
As I'm bailin down the block that I come from, still gotta pack a gun
Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin
But I'll be hustlin til the early mornin cause I'm strugglin
Like drinkin liquor make the money come quicker
Gettin pages from my bitch it's time to dick her
I ain't in love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her
Drop off and let the next nigga get her
That's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make the dough
Break a hoe when it's time to make some mo'
I keep my finger on the trigger of my Glock
Ridin down the block lickin shots at the punk-ass *cops*
And spittin game through my mobile phone
The type of shit to get them hoes to bone
My Definition of a Thug Nigga
[Chorus: (various samples)]
'Tis the season, to be servin' 'What you doin?'
'Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker' -- [Snoop Doggy Dogg]
[repeat 3X]
'Tis the season, to be servin' [scratched by Warren G]
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
Well I roll with a crew of zoo niggaz
They're quick to pulle a nine when it's time do niggaz
Comin through like I'm two niggaz, a true nigga fuck a Zig Zag
Roll me a blunt and pass that brew nigga
I'm drivin drunk on the freeway, so take it ea-sy
Lookin for a new face to skeeze me
Everybody's lookin for a nut but I'm searchin for the big bucks
Give a fuck, rather die than be stuck
in a one-room shack, and, kickin back
Daydreamin with the nine in my lap (huh)
So how's that from the mind of a Thug Nigga
Bought a fo'-five cause I heard that the slug's bigger
Figure the first motherfucker to jump'll find hisself
gettin swept off his feet by the pump
I put that on my moms, word to the motherfuckin trigger
Before I go broke I'll be a drug dealer, a Thug Nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime
So here we go, we in the inner city
I keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is shitty
Niggaz don't like me cause I'm makin ends
Roll in a Benz and I blaze a blunt, cause I'm all in
And any nigga trying to take what I got'll
hafta deal with the sixteen-shot Glock (huh)
So here we go, I can't be faded
Happy in the motherfucker, finally made it
Got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger
And I ain't takin shit from no niggaz
I'm just tryin to make some money right
Put some motherfuckin food in my tummy right
I'm feelin good like I'm supposed to, ready to ball
Find a spot and we can serve em all
My Definition of a Thug Nigga
[Outro: (various samples)]
'Tis the season, to be servin'
'Mobbin like a motherfucker, every single day' -- [Snoop Doggy Dogg]
[2Pac] My Definition of a Thug Nigga
[repeat 3X]
'Tis the season, to be servin' [scratched by Warren G]
'Nobody's, closing me out of my business' [continually scratched to near end]

2PAC
Yeah nigga!...
You know!...
That's right!...
Yeah baby!... That's how we do it...
Hahaha...hahahahhh...
Follow me tell me if you feel me!
I think niggas is tryin' to kill me
Picturin' pistols
Spittin' hollow points 'til they grill me
Keepin' it real
And even if I do conceal my criminal thoughts
Preoccupied with keepin' steels... see niggas is lost
Sittin' in court
Turned snitches that used to be real
But now they petrified bitches I'm tryin' to be strong
They sendind' armies out to bomb me
Listen to Ron
The only DJ that could calm me
Constantly harmed
My firepower keep me warm
I'm trapped in the storm
And fuck the world 'til I'm gone
Bitches be warned
Word is born you'll get torn
I'm bustin' on Juliani ain't worried my niggas' armed
At night it's on
Before I leave
Picture me
I'm spittin' at punk bitches and hustlin' to be free
Watch me set it
Niggas don't want it
You can get it
Bet it... make these jealous niggas mad I said it
This' Thug Life nigga we don't cater to you hoes
Fuck with me... have a hundred mothafuckas at your door
With 4.4s
Yeah nigga!...
Thug Life!...
Big L
I be that young shorty,fly,smoothe, glorious kid
A Bad Boy just like Notorious B.I.G
A Rockafella like Sean Carter
With more game than Ron Harper
The bomb sparker,rapper, slash armed robber
While yall be on the corner bummin' and gettin' high
I be out... buyin' the finest shit money can buy
You wish you was in the position that I'm in
Hot rhymin'
Diamonds shinin'
Autograph signin'
My lifestyle is far out
Every week bring a different car out
I go to night clubs and buy the bar out... uhh...
'Cause I keep clean
I'm large on the street scene
Every time I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream
Yeah!...Yeah!... Big L
Harlem's finest
The nigga who hold it down from uptown
2PAC
Hahaha...
This' how we do it out here on this underground real shit nigga
It's the heat nigga
Now rewind this mothafucka you know you can't help it!
Deadly combination boa'!...

F/ Mos Def
[Mos Def]
This song is dedicated
to the mothers and the children of the revolution
From Tupac, to Afeni Shakur
and many many more
This is for you
One love, one life
[Mos Def * singing]
Can you see.. the pride of the panther
As she nurtures.. her young all alone
It's the seed.. that must grow regardless
of the fact that, it's been planted in stone
Can you see.. the pride of the panther
In the concrete jungle, alone with her cub
It's the seed.. that must come to harvest
It's the tree.. that must grow out of love
Can you see the pride in the panther
as he glows in splendor and grace?
Topling obstacles placed
in the way of the progression of his race?
Can you see the pride in the panther
as she nurtures her young, all alone?
The seed must grow regardless
of the fact that it's planted in stone
Can't you see the pride of the panthers
as they unify, as one?
The flower blooms with brilliance and
outshines all the rays of the sun
Keeps bright like the rays of the sun
Carries out like the rays of the sun
Keeps bright like the rays of the sun
Shines bright like a new day begun
[Mos Def]
Can you see the pride in the panther
as he glows in splendor and grace?
Topling the obstacles placed
in the way of the progression of his race
Can you see the pride in the panther
as she nurtures her young all alone?
The seed must grow, regardless
of the fact that it's been planted in stone
Can't you see the pride of the panthers
as they unify as one?
The flower blooms, with brilliance
and outshines all the rays of the sun
It outshines all the rays of the sun
Carries out like a new day begun (uh-huh)
It shines bright like the rays of the sun (hah)
And keeps high like a new day begun
[Mos Def * singing]
Shines bright like the rays of the SUN!
Keeps high like a new day begun
Carry out like the rays of the sun
Keep on like a new day begun, say
Shine bright like the rays of the SUN!
Keep high like a new day begun, say
Shine bright like the rays of the sun (c'mon)
Keep high like a new day begun, say
Shine bright like the rays of the SUN!
Keep high like a new day begun, yes
to shine bright like the rays of the sun (uh-huh)
Carry out like a new day begun, say (c'mon)
SHINE BRIGHT LIKE THE RAYS OF THE SUN (whoo!)
Keep high like a new day begun (ha ha)
Shine bright like the rays of the sun say (c'mon)
Keep it high like the new day begin say
SHINE BRIGHT LIKE THE RAYS OF THE SUN (whoo!)
Keep high like a new day begun (ha ha)
Shine bright like the rays of the sun (yeah)
Carry out like the rays of the sun (huh)
Carry out like a new day begun
A new day begun, a new day begun
A new day begun begun begun begun
begun begun begun.. hoo!
Power to the people! (Power to the people)
He said.. power to the people! (Power to the people)
He said.. power to the people! (Power to the people)
He said.. love is people power (LOVE)
Love is people power (LOVE)
Love is people power (LOVE)
Love is people power (when all else crumbles)
Love is people power (love must prevail)
Love is the people's power
Every revolutionary act is a act of love
And love is the engine of the revolution
I love y'all, like 'Pac loved y'all
like Afeni loved 'Pac, like we love Afeni
like we love love.. one love

[girl]
Sheeit, ju motherfuckin right
I'm the bitch that's keepin it live and keepin it hot
when you punk ass niggaz don't
Nigga Westside, WHAT! Bring it on
[Tupac]
Look for me
Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in this whirlwind (c'mon)
Our childhood years recall the tears heart laced with venom
Smokin sherm, drinkin malt liquor, father forgive her
Me and my girlfriend, hustlin, fell in love with the struggle
Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin
Fuck em all, watch em fall screamin, automatic gunfire
exorcisin all demons
Mafias on the side, my congregation high, ready to die
We bail out to take the jail back, niggaz united
Our first date, couldn't wait to see you naked
Touch you in every secret place, I can hardly wait
to bust freely, got you red hot, you so happy to see me
Make the frontpage primetime live on TV
Nigga my girlfriend, baby forty-five but she still live
One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop
[girl]
What!! I'm bustin on you punk ass niggaz *automatic gunfire*
Run nigga run! *gunfire* I'm on yo' ass nigga! *gunfire continues*
Run nigga, duck and hide! Nigga I'm bustin all you bitches!
Run nigga, yeah! Westside! Uh uh uh! Die nigga die!
[Tupac]
My girlfriend, blacker than the darkest night
When niggaz act bitch-made she got the heart to fight
Nigga my girlfriend, though we seperated at times
I knew deep inside, baby girl would always be mine
Picked you up when you was nine, started out my life of crime
wit you, bought you some shells when you turned twenty-two
It's true, nothin compares to the satisfaction
that I feel when we out mashin, me and my girlfriend
Chorus: Tupac
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend
(repeat 2X)
[Tupac]
I was too immature
to understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days
Caused so many arguments and strays
Now I realize how to treat ya, the secret to keep ya
Bein faithful now cause now cheatin's lethal
We closer than the hands of time, deeper than the drop of mankind
I trust you dearly, I shoot blind
In time I clock figures, droppin niggaz as we rise
We all soldiers in God's eyes -- now it's time for war
Never leave me baby, I'm paranoid, sleepin witcha
loaded by my bedside crazy
Jealous when you hang wit the fellas, I wait patiently alone
anticipated for the moment you come home
I'm waitin by the phone this is true love, I can feel it
I've had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realeast
So if you ever need me call, I'll be there through it all
You're the reason I can stand tall, me and my girlfriend
Chorus
[Tupac]
I love finger fuckin you, all of a sudden I'm hearin thunder
When you bust a nut, niggaz be duckin or takin numbers
Love to watch you at a block party, beggin for drama
While unleashin on the old timers, that's on my mama
I would trade my life for yours, behind closed doors
the only girl that I adore, everything I'm askin for
Talkin to me beggin me to just, take you around
Seventeen like Brandy you just Wanna Be Down
Talkin loud when I tell you be quiet you move the crowd
Bustin rounds, activatin a riot, that's why I love you so
No control, down to roll, unleash
After a hit you break apart, then back to one piece
Much love to my one and only girlfriend, the world is ours
Just hold me down, baby witness the power
Never leave a nigga alone, I love you black or chrome
Turn this house into a happy home, me and my girlfriend
Chorus 3X
Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in the whirlwind -- look for me
(repeat 3X)
Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend
(repeat 2X)
ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND!

In today's news the ever controversial
Tupac Shakur just released another album
under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild
trying to rearrange other artistry dates
in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album,
resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate
the character of not only Mr. Shakur
but of Death Row Records as well.
Nas the alleged ringleader of is furious
of Tupac's excuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault
on Mobb Sleep, Notorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers.
Jay Z of Hawaiian soapy fame,
Big Little whatever and several other corny sounding motherfuckas
are understandably shakin up by this release.
The question everybody wants to know is
"Why'd they get this nigga started?"
Tupac rather, Makaveli was not available
for comment but released this statement:
[Makaveli]
It's not about East or West
It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money, riders and punks.
Which side are you on?
*gun cocked, six shots, shells hit ground*
These niggaz is still fuckin talkin?
You nigga still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight
Aight, it's the Raid for you cockaroches
All day
You punk mutha-fuckas
The shit nigga
Killuminati Style
Makaveli the Don
Solo shit
Bring It
Allow me to introduce first
Makaveli the Don
Sprits, Spurting, Spiritual, Lyrics
Like the Holy Koran
Niggas get Shook Like 5-0
My 4-5 gun is next to me when we ride
Plus Survival
Money Making plans
Pistol Closing hands
Swollen Pockets
Let me introduce the topic
Then we drop it
Expose Snakes cuz they breath freely
See me ride
Located world wide
Like the art of graffiti
I think I'm tuffer than any
My attitude is shitty
Born in the dope fiends titty
And every city you'll find me
Looking for trouble
Right behind me
My outlaw Niggas
Down to die for me
(Naw what I mean)
I hit the scene
Niggas ducking for my Guillotine Stare
I'm right there
My every word
A fucking night mare
Getting high
Let me see the sun rise and fall
This is for my dogs
Down to die for yours
Extreme Venom
No mercy
When we all up in 'em
Cut em Down
To hell is where we send them
My whole team
Trying to explode
Rather die
Murder mutha-fuckas lyrically
And I'm not gonna cry
A born leader
Never leave the block
without my heater
Two big pitts
I call them Mobb Bitch
Nigga eaters
And I won't whimper till I'm gone
Thug Life
Running through my veins
So I'm strong
Ha ha ha
Bye Bye bye
Lets get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggas
But I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa
Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep
Nigga when I find you
Weak mutha-fuckas don't deserve to breathe
How many niggas down to die for me
Yeah Yeah
West Coast Ridaz
Comin right behind ya
Should've never fucked wit me
I want money hoes sex and weed
I wont rest till my Row Doggs free
Bomb First
Chorus X2
We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We didn't even come to (hurt nobody)X1) fightX2 tonight
But it's my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first
E.D.I. (Idi Amin)
For so many days and some many ways
We've been duckin strays
Hate to live us
But we still some Badboy Killas
Got nothin to lose, got no where to go
I only got one home see me stranded on Deathrow
With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general
and I be a soldier on a mission, suptitude
but you'll never do
That's ride for the cause
Yes I'll die for the cause
Ya best believe if I leave this bitch I'm dyin with choice
Kamikaze sicker than a mothafuckin Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made Poparazi
Tell me if you ain't in this rap game
For the mothafuckin cash man
Then what is ya mothafuckin purpose
None for service
Idi Amin born worthless
That's until the day I decided to bomb first bitch
Young Noble
Yer style wack as ever
Like you was rocket patent leather
Cause a massive terror
Ya'll niggas lack, you ain't terrel
Half rapper half drug kingpen
Yer tellin fairy tales son
Kickin New York like you the mothafuckin one
But I'm from Jers we don't play that shit
From the Claire down to North Bricks
All my niggas flippin chips
Gettin rich
Even though it's hard
Tryin to creep through these halls abroad without scar by ????
With no warning signs cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine
ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look at there head Burst Bleedin'
Don't want to hear no shit this evening, Believe me
We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's and Thug niggas on tha rise
Plan-plot-strategize
And bomb first

[Daz Dillinger]:
Nothin but a gangsta party...
[2pac]:
Got me up against the fence
Back against the wall
Keep actin like a fool
Ain't no justice for the fall
Got to take it out on all ya'll
Better read the papers
On me homies goin pager
Baby only conversate
Got my mind on currency
Heracy I ain't worried
It's a gangsta party
So Bad Boy gettin buried
Snoop Dogg why they fantasize
{Fantasize}
When we ride it's a must have
that seven die every time
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]:
Yes yes ya'll
Not Show but Snoop Dogg
And you know it's like that ya'll
I'm so smooth about my paper
Check it this how it's done
I'm servin mini on a platter
Snoop Dogg Cor'lion {echo}
Now do you know what that mean
Tip my don to this hip-hop
Gang super supreme
It's like what can happen
Can happen but when they
Stop it won't happen I'm
Feelin good about the mission
For jackin and yo Pac can you
Feel me why these fools
Tryin to kill me
It's so hard to stay focused
On my eyes and prize but if I
Don't then Dogg won't survive
[2pac]:
We ballin and my inclination
Internal was wild wheels spinnin
One simple minute is represented
For five minutes two of the
Livest wanted dead or alive
Riders ban us because we ain't
Quiet and watch the Gs ride
Two of America's most straight
Out the West Coast bow down
Fool this is Death Row
I've been waitin way too long
Fresh out the pin now it's on
C'mon Snoop Dogg time to bone
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]:
Ain't nothin changed down in heinous
And combine with a rhyme me and the
Homie Pac trippin on Death Row oh no
Strong survive a East Side on D-P-G
Still creepin all through the hood
Always involvin the streets
It's Doggy Dogg homie
Did you forget who I was
The big homie to you isn't it what
Take a look through the eyes of a G
And just rock to the rhythmn of a gangsta beat
[2pac]:
Tellin me ain't no love for a real G
Straight cowards all you playa
Haters kill me
Throw up your hands if you feel me
We keep the talents homie
Holla if ya hear me
One time for my commrades
Doin bad locked down
Fresh out plus it's time to bounce
Wile down, can you visulize perfection
Cause every rider in my set
Leave with a Vet best in profession
Don't hold your breath
Keep this thinkin West
Steady study your lessons
And keep the crowd guessin
[Hook]:
Wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta

[Tupac Speaking]
Hey, what time is it nigga
(I don't know)
Oh shit, 12 o' clock
Oh shit, we got ta get tha fuck outta here
(hell yeah)
Nigga, it's check out time nigga
Hey call Kurupt, call Daz, call
call all those niggas up from downstairs
tell tha valay, bring tha benz around
Hey Kurupt, y'all niggas drivin' or are y'all flyin' back
wussup
(Man, i'm rollin' man, fuck that shit)
Hey Syke man, come on nigga, get up out tha bathroom fool
let's go!
(I lost some money nigga)
aw nigga
damn
(Tupac)
Now I'm up early in the mornin'
breathe stinkin' as I'm yawning
Just another sunny day in California
I got my mind focused on some papers
While I'm into sexy capers
Give a hollar to them hoochies last night who tried to rape us
Will these rap lyrics take us
Plus room all up in Vegas
I'm a Boss Playa
death before I let these bitches break us
Last night was like a fantansy
Alazhay and Heneesee
A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin' with my man and me
Told her I was interested
picture all the shit we did
I got her hot and horny
All up on me
hot and horny
what a freaky bitch
First you argued, then I fight it, till you lick me where I like it
Got a nigga all excited
It don't matter just don't bite it
I never got to check out the scence
too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeans
Now it seems, it's check out time
(Chorus)
We got to go (2X)
Its check out time
We got to go (4X)
(Kurupt)
They label me an outlaw
So its time for the panty raid
My fantansies came true
with Janet on, I'm in an Escapade
Did it all, in too soon
All the homies runnin' through the halls room to room
So I assume
Since I'm a playa like my nigga Syke
Then its only right for me to disappear into the night
My games trump tight
So I find time to recline
Sneak into your room
instant Messiah
shit, wines of all kinds
I ain't got much time
so hurry up and pop the dime
And let me hit it from behind
Since I'm only here for one night
I gots to get you hot and heated
Play like Micheal Jackson and Beat It
One more thing I like to mention
I'm done and I'm out
cuz there's someone else who deserves my atttention
So all the homies round up in the lobby
Cuz busting bitches is a hobby, nigga
It's check out time
(Chorus)
We got to go (8X)
(Syke)
Now I'm living the life of a Boss Playa
The front desk callin'
but I'm checking out later
My behaviour is crazy, from what you did to me baby
If walls could

[Fabolous - Intro]
You know what?
Everybody goes through some changes in life
Some poeple change for the better, some poeple change for the worse
But umm, some people need to make that change
[2Pac - Verse 1]
(Come on come on )
I see no changes (Fabolous - You know what I mean? Change is good sometimes.)
Wake up in the morning and I ask myself (Fabolous - You know?)
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 hungry 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 (Fabolous - who really changed?)
[Fabolous - Chorus]
This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you
If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you
If you got love for me, I still got love for you
If you down for me, then I'm still down for you
If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you
If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you
If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you
This game ain't change me, don't let it change you
[Fabolous - Verse 2]
Why would I change? I ain't never slide down a bad pole
Even though I'm certified over plat's sold
They say I'm different 'cuz I ride in a plat. Rolls
But every time, we gotta ride don't this cat roll?
I never snitch, and go and hide in a rat hole
And I aint givin' you nothing besides what this gat hold
No pride, I ain't that old
Cut off a few, but kept a few girls I decide like I'm ??
It probably don't seem like a struggle
But I used to dream that this thug'll balance beams just to smuggle
It's funny same girls that didn't seem like they'd love you
Is beggin'for your autographs ands screamin' to hug you
It's crazy, same dudes that seem like they thug you
Is prayin' on your downfall, schemin' to mug you
And people that didn't give a fuck, is dreamin' to bug you
And goin through' extreme's just to plug you, who really changed?
[Fabolous - Chorus]
This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you
If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you
If you got love for me, I still got love for you
If you down for me, then I'm still down for you
If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you
If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you
If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you
This game ain't change me, don't let it change you
[2Pac talking over Fabolous chorus]
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
(Fabolous - Why would I Change?)
what we gotta do, to survive.
[2Pac - Verse 3]
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 smack 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
[Fabolous - Chorus]
This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you
If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you
If you got love for me, I still got love for you
If you down for me, then I'm still down for you
If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you
If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you
If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you
This game ain't change me, don't let it change you
[Fabolous - Verse 4]
Why would I change when I get green like the Incredible Hulk?
I've chilled with the richest people to the ghettoest folks
Known a few ?? and met a few locs
Made a few comments, and said a few jokes
But it's gettin' me sick, someone prescribe me some medicine
Before the fame, the vibe was way better then
Some have even became rivals instead of friends
Only two become liable for settlements
I grew up watchin the bed ?? veterans
Now they hate to see a nigga drivin' the better Benz
That's why the clubs be, deprivin' to let us in
They know the family bring knives and barettas in
I'm thankful for being allowed,

[2Pac]
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ay, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
Y'know how we swing this shit, look
[Verse One: 2Pac]
By age sixteen I sold to dopefiends
Not yet a drug dealer, but I watched 'em closely
Until they noticed me I got the feds wonderin who broke the law
Far too inhibited for gunsmoke, I broke his jaw
Words harder than a fuckin diamond
Mobile phone call to Simon, niggaz trippin homey, when we ridin?
Fuck them slowly like Jodeci
And stick a needle in my eye if I don't live and die for M.O.B.
And fuck your homeboys nigga we can drop the guns
I hit your block and we can box for fun
Nigga one on one, last to fall is a baller cat
It's Death Row, why the fuck you think we call it that?
So if you knew me in my past life
Don't act like we homeboys, ain't no love in the fast life
I switch gears on them jealous bitches, who do you fear?
The gameplan of a changed man, so what I'm sayin is
[Chorus: Johnta' Austin + (2Pac)]
I changed plans but I'm still the same old rider
(Fuckin with a changed man)
I slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it
(Nigga you fuckin with a changed man)
All my real thug niggaz, go and get your hands up
You go and drink the Henn' up
(You fuckin with a changed man)
Changed man, you're dealin with a changed man
[Verse Two: T.I.]
In drop top, the glock cocked, got rocks in my socks
Cops spot Watt niggaz but hardly stop niggaz
Not if they got niggaz, doughboys and hot niggaz
Who mighta shot niggaz but only by strugglin
I'm for respect nowadays they expect me
to be in a Ferrari or the old SL
Or anything you see flashin past and can't catch
Dat's me, gauge on the Escalade back seat - don't creep
Oh what you think, T.I., P and them sweet? (Don't sleep)
Get you hit from your head to your feet (And you don't know me)
I'm fin' ta introduce you to the old me
You walk in, exploded and leave reload
You don't like a rugged nigga, fuck you, blow me
But you will respect me or get it in your neckpiece G
No three niggaz here are gonna let me be
or get you inside there's codes to the streets nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
A nigga so cold when I flow, bow down to Death Row
Three wheel motion, comin through coastin
Who's that nigga in the G-ride screamin out
M.O.B.! Nigga we ride
I hit the charts like a stick-up kid
#1 in the nation
I fucked the world, the Judge gave me probation
Faced with incarceration
Move tapes like it's big weight, slangin to the whole nation
GIMME MINE, or I'm blastin on every song
Murder my enemies, I'm mashin until I'm gone
One love to my thug niggaz
And fuck a bitch, cause a true sister love niggaz
Throw yo' hands in the air, close your eyes and hope
Never come against the massive smoke, on Death Row
My adversaries BLEED
But fuck 'em all 'til the talk cease, fuckin with a changed man
[Chorus]
[Chorus w/ 2Pac speaking over it]
[2Pac]
E'rybody think they understand me
Shit, you niggaz don't know me
Y'all know that nigga on the rap song
Y'all know that nigga in the movies
You don't know this nigga in 3-D
Real live right up against you in front of yo' face
Shit, nigga you fuckin with a changed man
[Outro: 2Pac]
Westside, Outlaw Immortalz, hehehe
You fuckin with a changed man
Hahaha.. you fuckin with a changed man
Hahaha.. I ain't the same, you fuckin with a changed man
We ain't the same, you fuckin with a changed man
We ain't the same, fuckin with a changed man
Changed man

(Laughing)
[2Pac & Govenor]
G: Why'd you slang crack
P: I had to
G: Why'd you pack the straps
P: Cause I had to)
G: Why'dd you jack the scratch
P: Cause I had to
G: Say what, say what
P: A nigga got to pay the fuckin' rent
You certified crazy
[2Pac]
I got to work with what you gave me
Claiming' I'm a criminal and you the one that made me
They got me trapped in this slavery
now I'm lost in this Holocaust headed for my grave G
I told Sam he could fuck the war
and got a busted jaw for sayin' fuck the law
and if you wonder why I'm mad check the record
What's a nigga got to do to get respected?
Sometimes I think I'm gettin' tested
And if I don't say yes a nigga's quick to get arrested
That's the reason I stay zested
I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin' restless
Walk around ready to light shit up
And since my life is fucked, some say I'm slightly nuts
Buck, buck is the sound as I move up
Other niggas pay attention when I'm fool, bust
They make a nigga be a killer I used to be a dealer
But they wanted to see who's realer
Now them same mothafuckas wanna murder me
And I wonder If the Lord ever heard of me (uh)
I need loot so I'm doin' what I do
And don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes
There was no other destiny to choose
I had nothin' left to lose so I'm singin' nigga blues
[Chorus: 2Pac & Govenor]
Can't you see, we're raised to all be thugs
Make's us do the things we do
Got to let a Outlaw make moves
(A nigga got to pay the fuckin' rent)
Why did you slang crack (Cause I had to)
Why did you pack straps (Cause I had to)
Why did you jack the scratch (Cause I had to)
A nigga got to pay the fuckin' rent
[2Pac]
Poppa need brand new shoes
but what the fuck can a nigga do
My little boy got to eat too
So why must I sock a fella
Just to live large like Rockafella?
And did you ever stop to think
I'm old enough to go to war
But I ain't old enough to drink
Cops want to hit me with the book
And you're hooked on my eye don't give a fuck look
Make your rules I'm a break 'em
No matter how much you make 'em
You show me bacon I'm a take 'em
So don't you ever tempt me
I'm a fool for mine nigga and my pockets stay empty
to my brothers In the barrio
You livin' worse than the niggas In the ghetto so
I give a fuck about your language or complexion
You got love from the niggas in my section
Got love, you got problems with the punk police
Don't run from the chumps get the pump from me
We ain't free I'll be damned if I played a trick
For a blonde hair blue-eyed Caucasian bitch (Bitch!)
Down with my homeboy Rich
Fuck a snitch and a groupie ass bitch
And the nigga with a cellular phone
Leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone (That ain't right)
And you wonder why we blazin' niggas
Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the niggas (What's up kid)
And they bound to be fuckups too
Drinkin' forties of brew singin' nigga blues
(Hey Pac, say what?)
[Chorus: 2Pac & Govenor]
Why did you slang crack (Cause I had to)
Why did you pack straps (Cause I had to)
Why did you jack the scratch (Cause I had to)
Come on, Come on Now I'm headin' for the mothafuckin' penn
[2Xs]
[Outro: 2Pac & Govenor] 4x
Can't you see we're raised to all be thugs
Makes us do the things we do you got to let a Outlaw
Make moves and get a grip
That's to you

They finally did it (what’s that) They stole the mic I grip
Now that it’s gone (what’s wrong) I’m feelin’ tired and sick
(How did they do it) I don’t know I wasn’t sleepin’ that long
When I woke up (what happened brother)
My microphone was gone
At first i panicked (how) I put the cops on the case
But they were stuck (damm) Without a clue or a trace
So sure as smokin’ cigarettes is bad for your health
If I want my microphone back I’ll find it myself
So I picked up the phone (for what)
I called Dizzy
Dizzy: what’s up
My mic is gone
Dizzy: Word
Let’s get busy
Before I could tell Dizzy What I wanted to do
He was over at my house with the TMS crew
He said
Dizzy: Word is out in every mouth
In the street now that your mic is gone
It’s not long yill your beatAnd then it hit me (Damm)
I got a battle at six
Without my microphone I’m guaranteed to get whipped
U might think it’s unbelivable But word to the strenght
when it comes to rockin’ rhymes I’m a musical nymph
They gave me other mics But yo it wasn’t no use
I tried to rock One two one two
But I couldn’t get loose I said forget it
My microphone or not I gotta do it
Give it all that I go (What if u loose) It be the first time I lost
But if I beat ‘em I’ll finally prove I’m the boss
I grabbed my leather jacket Walked through the streets
Suckers was hopin’ and preyin Strictly Dope would get beat
I begin to get hyped I was ready to fight
Yo I was confident that I’d win
To hell with the mic
I hopped up to the stage Dizzy started the beat
suckers shivered cause he Tasted defeat
Then I signaled to Dizzy Bust a rhyme off my head
Perpetrator fell back (Huh) And then he was dead
I was happy as hell Cause I was lucky that nite
Put my hand in my pocket And there was my mic
THE CASE OF THE MISPLACED MIC
STRICTLY DOPE IN THE HOUSE

California love!
1-California...knows how to party
California...knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol' Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!
Verse One: Dr. Dre
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness
The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
the state where ya never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends
I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
ever since honeys was wearin sassoon
Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace
It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay
Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin it down for
Californ-i-a
(repeat 1)
2-Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it
Shake it shake it mama
Shake it Cali
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it
shake it shake it mama
shake it Cali
Verse Two: saeed badran
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

I can't stop crying
I can't stop crying
(thugboy)
what do I gat to do yust to show you that I realy love ya
there aint no one above ya and I realy neade ya and I
can't stop crying I can't stop crying you are gone and I'm
here alone
(eazy--)
mama is long gone daddy was a true sodier a true nigger
but died ba an nutter man's trigga can't stop crying when
you are hearing that your father is leing in the hospital bleading
the dead he is dying and I cant stop crying (what do I gat to do
yust to show you that i realy love you) whot

Intro: 2Pac
Black Cotton
Black Cotton
Black Cotton- A symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tail
Ghetto gospel that is- listen
Robbin' Black Cotton in God's eyes
Speak
Verse One: 2Pac
Black Cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is the first question
Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave (In the nine tre')
Answer that then answer this too-
Loves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a bitch true
You best to backtrack and try to act black and live
Not to be phony and positive but why be negative?
What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue
Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum diddy is it me?
Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets
If not peace then at least let's get a piece
I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased
Lookin' through my highschool yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took
One homie, two homie, three homies - POOF
We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)
Chorus: Eminem
Nobody don't care
(No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/--?)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions)
Nobody don't care
(Feels like I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm being tested)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please answer my questions)
Nobody don't care
Kastro: Verse 3
In the belly of the beast I'm bubbling up
Running out of luck, about to self destruct
Old heads say live your life like such
Your sure to catch her witcha one day boy
I wouldn't listen to 'em
Your power movement was cool
But it ain't fix nothin'
So I just go with what i know
I dont trust none
Look what the 80's did
To what's Bebe's kids
And now we grown up
Nobody ain't own us yet
Young Noble: Verse 4
Black cotton, I'm plottin' ---?
I'm workin' without a profit
They shacklin' all my homies
I'm hurtin' but keep the mind
?---No idea---?
certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridas
What's the reward for a strugala
If the lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' up
Runnin up, Gun cocked like nasty gloves
If you aint got a penny, mind the glove
No love
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds
Black Cotton - I'm hoppin' over enemy lines
Black Cotton - I ain't stoppin' till they givin me mine
Black Cotton
(Chorus)

* Poems written by Shakur as ~ interpreted by other artists
[Red Rat]
This one is all about love!
Love, love, oh no! (oh yeah)
This one is for my baby boo (thats you)
Now whats about baby (thats right)
Red Rat will always love you, always!
Yo bena or not molest me of you
Prepare to die or say you want me too
I would do anything for make you my baby boo
Remember that - I still love you!
Yo bena or not molest me of you
Prepare to die or say you want me too
I want to hear my baby boo
and this one is just for you, just for you!
[Breakdown: Red Rat]
I would jump all my girls for you
Walk around the world for you
Fly around like the birds for you
Thats why I wrote these words for you..
[Red Rat]
I don't have everything..
I sometimes wonder why, I don't have ANYTHING! (yeah)
From my heart (definitely)
Accept the G of a better day (yeah)
And you tell me find my way (yeah, yeah baby, yeah)..
..but be the man I'm sure to make me stay (everybody does)
But to keep you, I'll do ALL it takes (anything)
Of course, YEAH!
Men you think you're nor'
Hold you but you're cloa'
Give me a chance for sure and I'll show
I'm really the one you know (know)
This is not a flo' (flo')
Can we stick to the red cross?
YO!..
[Breakdown]
[Red Rat]
And if it meant that my love was really true (yeah)
I'd gladly die and watch over you (believe that)
I wish you know how much I cared
You'd see my love is true, that love we'd share (of course!)
Believe that yo (uhh)
Even if you change your mind
and said our love was through
I'll die, I would cry, but I'll still love you (yeah)
Yo bena or not molest me of you
Prepare to die or say you want me too
I would do anything to make you my baby boo
If it don't work - I still love you
[Breakdown]
[Red Rat]
It's for our love, no matter what
I'll still love you (I love you)

(2Pac)
You probably crooked as the last trick
Women laugh at How I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch
Thinking I had her but she had me in the long run
it's just my luck i'm stuck here fuckin with the wrong one
unwise decisions based on lies we living
Skandalous times games like my religion
You could be rolling with a thug
Instead you with this sweet schrub
Looking for some love in every club
I see you starring like you want it
Well baby if yah got it better flaunt it
Let the liquor help you get up on it
I'm still tipsy from last night
Bumpin' into walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life
I try to hollar but you say you taken
Sayin' you ain't impressed with the money I'm makin'
Guess its true what they telling me
Fresh out of jail life's hell for a black celebrity
So thats the reason why I call
And maybe you with it
Fantansies of something can I hit it (Ha Ha)
Addicted to the things you do
Its still true what I'm saying Boo
cuz this is All About U
Chorus--Nate Dogg(2X)
Every other city we go
Every other video
[its all about u]
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe
(2pac)
I'll make a promise if yah go with me
Have you hollar running out before I leave
Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga
I only hang out with the criminals and the drug dealers
I love niggas
Be coming from the same place
Witness me hollar at a hoochie, see how long the game takes
How can I tell her I'm a playa
And I don't even care
Creep slow breath smokes into the air
Everywhere I go, its all about the crooked hoes
waiting for niggas at the end of every show
I just seen yah in my friend's video
I never put a bitch before my friends, the way to go
Follow the leader and peep the drama I'm going through
It's all about U
Chorus
(Kurupt)
Is you sick from the dick or is it the flu It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew

(Ray Tyson)
Postal border was makin' me mad
So I get up in my cruiser, broke out of the pad
Rolled to the West Side to check out my boys
Twenty brothers in the park, all bringin' the noise
Stepped out the car, Levi's saggin'
Gold around my neck with my limb-walk laggin'
Walked up on my boys with the old E chillin'
The box with the big beats and my boys started illin'
A hoop game started so I jump in
Had the hoods' toughest team so I just had to win
Diz to the outside, 2Pac up the center
A ten minute game and we were the winners
The boys started smackin', talkin' that slack and
till he see my posse and the suckers started backin'
Tried to say we cheat, because he got beat
Another lightweight sucker that can handle defeat
People wonder why I choose to live the hype
It's not to understand, it's just a day in the life
Kick it - it's just a day in the life
(2Pac)
Finally I'm on vacation and school is through
So here I am, on Monday mornin' with nothin' to do
Tried to get outta my bed, but I can't move
Ya see I'm stuck to my matress like crazy glue
So there I lay, for half the day just thinkin'
Got up to brush my teeth cause my breath started stinkin'
But I was all alone so it wasn't no thing
Got up to take a shower and heard the phone ring
Picked it up, the salutations, little bit frustrations
Who could be disturbin' me on my vacation?
Speakin' on the phone in an aggravatin' tone
Now I know what Michael meant by leave me alone
So I'm askin' who is it? and the answer shocks me
It was the voice of my homeboy Roc-T
Him and Dizzy had been waitin' for me
Had a show at three and now I'm late as can be
Said I have to take a shower, I'll go ahead and take it
If I leave within the hour, I still might make it
I'm rollin' in a sweatsuit, wasn't tryin' to get cute
Hopped on to the stage and said: "Sorry that I kept you"
I started rappin', girls started clappin'
Couldn't wait to finish so I could start mackin'
Jumped off stage, picked up the girl for the night
Huh, that's how I'm livin', a day in the life, come on
A day in the life
(Ray Tyson)
Stretch white limo hits the colessium
A crowd full of people sayin: "I can't wait to see him"
Who is in the limo, who are they talkin' about?
Strictly Dope in the house, hear to turn the party out
We get out the car and can barely stand
Cause everywhere I look are screamin'

99 BBK remix
buck buck muthafucka.right at your muthafuckin ass.
this shit too strong for a muthafuckin vest.
so watch your chest and your dome.
leave breed the fuck alone.
we sendin niggas to the fuckin cemetary
99 bad boy killaz come and get me
Lord help me, save me, Mama keep praying
For a young motherfucker trying to duck an early grave
In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes
Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies
Around the corner there's another nigga waiting to jack
He don't know I got a glock 'til his ass get shot
Like a motherfucking thug disease
Craving beats like they motherfucking drugs to me, hey
What's up with bitches trying to screw me? Do me cause I did a movie
Throw the pussy to me but before they never knew me
Rather die then let ya play me for a, buster
And with my glock I'm a plotting ass rotten motherfucker, huh
Don't let the movie fool ya, let me school ya
Screaming Thug Life nigga when I do ya
I'm going crazy, getting dizzy
And then I suffacate a motherfucking breather bring me back
I'm telling ya I'm losing it
will i live or die
i dont know cause its strange at times
to high to read the motherfukin danger sign
niggas all on my phone talking major shit
u mad cause i dont wanna page u bitch
now quit being quick to flip
my niggaz dying over small time trifeland shit
so i aint got time for these u know wat
wanna nuts of a nigga making major bucks
my law runnin from the police force
newyorks finest
comming right behind us
my sippin up the mo niggaz sippin
open fire on the bitches if they get the trippin
mob on the scene with the squad from queens
driking hennessy motherfukin grab the greens
plus the mini 14 where the punks before bout to choke where the silly bitches blasted punks
99 bad boy killaz
buck buck muthafucka.right at your muthafuckin ass.
this shit too strong for a muthafuckin vest.
so watch your chest and your dome.
leave breed the fuck alone.
we sendin niggas to the fuckin cemetary
99 bad boy killaz come and get me x2

4 My Hero (My Mother)
When your hero falls from grace
all fairy tales are uncovered
myths exposed and pain magnified
the greatest pain discovered
You tought me to be strong
but I'm confused to see you so weak
You said never to give up
and it hurts to see you welcome defeat
When your hero falls so do the stars
and so does the perception of tomarrow
without my hero there is only
me alone to deal with my sorrow
Your heart ceases to work
and your soul is not happy at all
What are you expected to do
when your only hero falls

Ghetto life as a youngsta, we was gettin' by
Never imagined a picture, my mama gettin' high
But she was, sneakin' in gettin' her down low
Homies used to laugh behind my back, thinkin' i'd never know
But in time, I started to realize things ain't right
Mama sleepin' with a different man
Each & every night
Since my daddy died
Well, that's when the pressure came
Beggin' Lord
Down on my knees
Tell me who's to blame?
Was my father drug addicted?
That I never knew?
Feelin' luv with my mother now she addicted too
Full out of Hennessy, Lord, I can bearly breath
Found my mama on the floor
Now she an O.D
I call 911 fast, I can't let her die
Seen the trice in her arms
That's when I start to cry
They said my mama, would make it to another day
But how much longer will it be before she slips away?
CHORUS:
Somebody pray for me (Now)
Somebody pray for me
Somebody pray....for meeee
I remember not being able to wear the clothes
The kids was wearin'
This time was rough
So me & my brother,we was sharin'
& mama knew that we own the same size
So his Levis was my Levis (hehe)
We even had to share the same tennis shoes
& when people baby-sit us
We caught the blues
That's when we learned ain't no love, like ur mama's love
It's a gift sent from heaven, some where up above
So I learned to value, my black queen
Even though now all I see, is a dope fiend
Why do people have to use drugs?
Are inspire
Remember lil' James Daw we caught him across the fire
What about my Uncle Rodnie died of an heart attack
Him & Kiana tell the Lord can we bring him back
My hommie Rodrick he thugged heavy till he droped
Atleast he got his wish
He finally met Pac
Pray for me