'Pick' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

Strippers vs Werewolves (2012)

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Genres: Comedy, Horror,

Actors Simon Phillips (producer), Simon Phillips (actor), Robert Jones (producer), Martin Kemp (producer), Chris Wilson (miscellaneous crew), Billy Murray (producer), Billy Murray (actor), Lysette Anthony (actress), Steven Berkoff (actor), Martin Kemp (actor), Sarah Douglas (actress), Robert Englund (actor), Shaun Lucas (actor), Lewis James (actor), Nick Nevern (actor),

Klay World: Off the Table (2005)

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Genres: Action, Adventure, Animation, Comedy,

Taglines:

Same krap just longer!

Quotes:

Vince: Just give me a second, I usually don't fight aliens on an empty stomach.

The Cave Men: Nanner, nanner, nanner!::Dr. Brown: Woah woah calm down! No one is a nanner.

Dr. Bob: I am Dr. Bob, the greatest doctor in the world.::Additional Voices: We love you Dr. Bob!::Dr. Bob: I hate you!

Long Arm Guy: Let's play some Twister, huh?::Chip Brown: No we can't play Twister, we gotta fix what's going on here, right?::Dr. Bob: Oh yeah, I'm up for a game of Twister.::Chip Brown: No, we can't play twister right now.::Dr. Bob: I'll whoop his ass, come on.

Anonymous Klayman: [walks over to the rostrum, takes it and drags it away] I'm gonna take this, this is mine now.

Smiling Gary: [talking to a stop sign] No you stop. No you stop. No you stop.

Mr. Black: Gary, you go first, cause I'm scared.::Smiling Gary: No.::[pause]::Smiling Gary: Uh... OK.::[leaves]

Dr. Bob: Did I ever tell you about the time I performed two operations at once?::[pause]::Dr. Bob: They both died.

Dr. Bob: [being interviewed] And then I do a back flip, save the guy from his heart attack, and everybody starts calling me a hero, and I'm like, "You know what? I don't do it for the fame, it's what I love to do. I'm a doctor, uh, screw you."

[first lines]::Cave Man: Oooga!

Actors Robert Benfer (actor), Robert Benfer (editor), Robert Benfer (actor), Robert Benfer (director), Robert Benfer (writer), Robert Benfer (actor), Robert Benfer (producer), Robert Benfer (actor), Robert Benfer (actor), Robert Benfer (actor), Robert Benfer (actor), Robert Benfer (actor), Jason Steele (actor), Dan Harkins (actor), Nikki Benfer (producer),

Bubbles & Pick (2005)

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Genres: Short,

Taglines:

Sticky situations are their specialty.

Actors Steve Godwin (actor), March De Laurentiis (editor), March De Laurentiis (producer), March De Laurentiis (writer), March De Laurentiis (director), March De Laurentiis (actor), Paula Hobbs (writer), John Fred Reid (actor), John Fred Reid (actor), Paula Hobbs (producer), Trevor Marshall (composer), Mike Audet (composer),

Nos hacemos falta (Tilt) (2001)

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Genres: Comedy,

Actors Carlos J. Santos (miscellaneous crew), Vicente Gil (actor), Felipe Vélez (actor), Joaquín Gómez (actor), Glòria Blanes (miscellaneous crew), Juanjo Giménez Peña (writer), Juanjo Giménez Peña (actor), Juanjo Giménez Peña (producer), Juanjo Giménez Peña (director), Luis Ángel Bellaba (producer), Inma Ochoa (actress), Albert Espel (actor), Albert Espel (producer), Albert Espel (producer), Guillermo Peña (miscellaneous crew),

X Factor (2000)

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Genres: Adventure,

Actors Jeffrey Grellman (producer), Jeffrey Grellman (writer), Jeffrey Grellman (actor), Eric Monteiro (writer), Eric Monteiro (director), Eric Monteiro (producer), Eric Monteiro (editor), Oren Zimm (actor), Bora Celebi (actor), Michael G. Ward (actor), Jason Matos (actor), Steve Millman (actor), Jennifer Callow (actress), Karen Kite (actress), Karen Waldmann (actress),

In the Custody of Strangers (1982)

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Genres: Drama,

Taglines:

His crime was a minor one. His sentence was a nightmare. [Video]

Quotes:

Danny Caldwell: [after the stolen radio incident] Yeah, yeah.::Frank Caldwell: Don't you "Yeah, yeah" me!

Actors Tom Brocato (miscellaneous crew), Joyce King (miscellaneous crew), Robert Florio (editor), Robert Greenwald (director), Martin Sheen (actor), Frank von Zerneck (producer), Jane Alexander (actress), Matt Clark (actor), Emilio Estevez (actor), Art LaFleur (actor), Ed Lauter (actor), Sonny Carl Davis (actor), David Faustino (actor), Robert M. Sertner (miscellaneous crew), Kenneth McMillan (actor),

Schneewittchen (1961)

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Genres: Family, Fantasy, Romance,

Actors Fredy Barten (actor), Arno Wyzniewski (actor), Fred Delmare (actor), Gottfried Kolditz (director), Walter E. Fuß (actor), Harry Hindemith (actor), Wilhelm Grimm (writer), Jacob Grimm (writer), Steffie Spira (actress), Wolf-Dieter Panse (actor), Heinz Scholz (actor), Hanna Rieger (actress), Arthur Reppert (actor), Willi Scholz (actor), Gudrun Deubener (miscellaneous crew),

The Girl Said No (1937)

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Genres: Comedy, Musical,

Actors Bert Roach (actor), Robert Armstrong (actor), Horace Murphy (actor), Max Davidson (actor), Lester Dorr (actor), Phil Dunham (actor), Holmes Herbert (actor), Edward Brophy (actor), Arthur Kay (actor), Arthur Kay (actor), Donald Kerr (actor), Wilbur Mack (actor), Pat McKee (actor), Charles McMurphy (actor), Rolfe Sedan (actor),

The Hit Parade (1937)

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Genres: Musical,

Actors Eddie Kane (actor), Kit Guard (actor), Jack Egan (actor), Jack Daley (actor), Harvey Clark (actor), Jack George (actor), Johnny Arthur (actor), Duke Ellington (actor), Elmer (actor), Jim Farley (actor), Stanley Fields (actor), William Demarest (actor), Otto Fries (actor), Edward Brophy (actor), J. Farrell MacDonald (actor),

Pick Filmography

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  The Realist Killaz'show lyrics

  The Realist Killaz'

  (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]

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  Against All Oddsshow lyrics

  Against All Odds

  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

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  A Crooked Nigga Too (Raphael Saadiq Remix)show lyrics

  A Crooked Nigga Too (Raphael Saadiq Remix)

  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]

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  2 Of Amerikaz Most Wantedshow lyrics

  2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted

  [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)

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  16 On Death Row

  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

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  A Crooked Nigga Too

  (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

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  5 Deadly Venomz

  (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.)

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  Temptations

  Yo Mo Bee main, drop that shit!
  'Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy' -- [Erick Sermon] (Redman's 'Watch Yo' Nugget')
  [sample repeats until first verse]
  You know what time, boo-yaow
  I know it's time for you
  So grab one by the hand youknowhatI'msayin
  And uhh, throw up that finger
  Ay yo yo yo throw y'all fingers up!
  Thug style baby, Thug style y'know?
  [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!

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  Tattoo Tears

  [2Pac]
  Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
  Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
  You heard 'All Eyez on Me,' niggaz know what time it is
  (Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that
  Rhymin and stealin, sellin five million
  (Outlaw.. ninety-nine)
  Fresh out on bail, niggaz still can't see me
  (Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein)
  That's how it is
  Now we got a new motherfuckin plan, and a new mission
  (Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw)
  Competition, so they say, these niggaz is gay
  (Outlaw - Outlaw)
  Blast me? It could never happen
  At least not while I'm walkin and rappin
  Heard of some niggaz on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me
  (Throw ya hands up, hands up)
  They can't hide, listen to the rough shit, my click
  (Throw ya motherfuckin hands up)
  I said many times busters still can't see
  Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)
  I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
  Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I
  said many times busters still can't see
  Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)
  I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
  Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears
  Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy
  Don't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me
  I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes
  My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through
  But that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll
  never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets
  Even on the other side brothers die, but ride
  Niggaz get high off a slow form of suicide
  Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties
  I live my life to fuckin mo', exposin tragically
  How can we find some peace and niggaz still ain't get a piece
  I know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat
  I'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind
  make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin
  Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through
  to become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears
  Chorus: 2Pac + Young Noble
  I said many times busters still can't see
  Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)
  I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
  Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I
  said many times busters still can't see
  Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)
  I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
  Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears
  [2Pac] Thugged out baby!
  [Young Noble]
  We don't shed tears we shed blood
  Do you still wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT?
  We don't shed tears we shed blood
  Do you still wanna be a thug?
  Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns
  The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends
  Seeking a better path, expose a better half of me
  Blast for me, the task after me
  For a few years sheddin tattooed tears
  like Gram' Sammy, we feudin for the whole damn family
  We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time
  Outlawz locked down for some past crimes
  Fast dimes made my stash grow smaller
  Your block ain't no harder, fake baller
  [Napoleon]
  Nigga it's like this
  I been thuggin just for the cause of it
  Out to get all of it, but I'll never loose my balls and shit
  And it's all for the pressure
  that'll make me cock my shit up off the dresser
  Made nigga mafia of course my niggas gonna test ya
  Answers to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson
  Still stucked up in a fuck session, Jersey where the niggaz flexin
  Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by
  Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
  Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die
  So ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe me my life
  for the things he did, but I turn my pleasure into sin
  Blazed out sheddin tattoed tears
  Chorus
  [Kadafi]
  Shit.. ain't no unity in my community it's do or die
  Seein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin high
  as life replays like time; underhanded schemes
  to get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime
  My enemies want me squeezed
  They get dumped like 3's, with 57 wasted at they knees
  Please beware we thugs revolution size
  Criminals dare be last mental me intitutionalize
  Locked down, got many shell shocked, now
  Holdin down fort like I'm stuck in court cell block style
  [Kastro]
  Yo I been loosin sleep, stay awake way past late
  Visions of killers en masse at the blast mayne
  As I lay here gatted down and tatted
  Knowin now it's hard to slow down for a addict
  It's been years of stugglin, guzzlin beers
  Beefin and never even, ain't no love in the air
  And I suffer my shit in hell, talkin to the heavens
  Walkin thru the valley of death with my fellas
  I lost a lot, startin with hope I tried
  And for every tattoo I got a moment I cried
  I'm thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell pain
  Step in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brain
  I'ma hold it down tho', with all the struggle to bear
  Ain't nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tears
  Come on...
  Chorus (repeats to fade)

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  Strugglin'

  (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

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  World Wide Mob Figgaz

  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]

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  Under Pressure

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

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  Unconditional Loveshow lyrics

  Unconditional Love

  (What y'all want?)
  Unconditional Love (no doubt)
  Talking bout the stuff that don't wear off
  It don't fade
  It'll last for all these crazy days
  These crazy nights
  Whether you wrong or you right
  I'm a still love you
  Still feel you
  Still there for you
  No matter what (hehe)
  You will always be in my heart
  With unconditional love
  [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]

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  U Don't Have 2 Worry

  Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't wanna ride with me nigga
  C'mon, get in the car, get in the 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)

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  U Can Callshow lyrics

  U Can Call

  (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]

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  U Can Be Touched

  (Napoleon Talking)
  Life...
  What the fuck is life for niggaz like us?
  Been waking up to another muthafuckin' day
  I'm the type of soldier,
  A nigga that seen
  Everything in my muthafuckin eyes
  I seen my parents get killed
  To my muthafuckin eyes
  I seen my brother kill his-self in my eyes
  I seen Pac.. Yak.. die in the struggle in my eyes
  So I know anybody can be touched
  You know what I mean?
  (Napoleon)
  Oh God forgive me
  Somebody please say a prayer for me
  Needed my parents
  But they was never there for me
  Believe in everything they feed me
  I'm seeing demons
  I wake up screaming
  Who believe me or was I dreaming?
  Five fingers on the .45 chrome
  Dead aim at my brain, infared with no lights on
  I ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this
  I'm living blind writing rhymes
  Til they capture this
  And if we die let the world understand why
  Soldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry
  They seeing us inside a casket
  That's how they see us
  Oh God forgive us ghetto bastards
  We human beings
  They leaving us inside this hell-hole
  Just waiting to fail so they tell us
  That's what jail for
  Adolescense young teens turned violent
  It's floating, in a world turned silent
  Cause you could be touched
  (Chorus Makaveli)
  Young niggaz in the wild life
  Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
  Thinking he can make his pay
  Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
  Cause you can be touched
  Young niggaz in the wild life
  Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
  Thinking he can make his pay
  Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
  Cause you can be touched
  (E.D.I)
  I live life High Speed
  Moving a million miles per hour
  Towards my destiny
  Making decesions carelessly
  Yeah it's me, yo nigga man child
  Bomb first stand proud
  Ain't looking for hand-outs
  Twenty-five years up in this bitch
  And I'll be damned if I ain't leaving rich
  And leave my kids a grip
  I let my blood drip off in this thug shit
  You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money mission
  Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
  Try to get mo' so my shit don't flock
  I lick off shots for everything they owe me
  And when it's my time to go
  I pray the Lord hold me
  (U can be touched)
  (Kastro)
  I was born in the city that never sleeps
  Schooled by the realest of the real niggaz
  That ever breathed
  And I was big when I was young
  And now I see that I was dumb
  My nigga.. Lonnie just got hit with 10... 10 years
  For trusting a friend
  They left him stuck in the Penn
  I love him, we all here just to die here, plus
  Nobody cares what got here
  Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
  Praise the thug ways and I'll never be bored
  Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
  Y'all praise the thug ways
  So forever it's on.. baby
  (Chorus Makaveli)
  My Young niggaz in the wild life
  Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
  Thinking he can make his pay
  Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
  Cause you can be touched
  Young niggaz in the wild life
  Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
  Thinking he can make his pay
  Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
  Cause you can be touched
  (Young Noble)
  Why grieve this life
  Planted by the fiends and pipes
  Green lights so
  I'm seeing-seeing everything twice
  Pretty much of nothing nice
  (naw) we sucking it up
  Even when we get a job, we fucking it up
  Like it can't happen to us
  I could never be a bum
  Yeah right, you wound up one
  God forbid I'm touched, y'all keep living it up
  Look and learn
  Next it could be your turn... word
  (Kadafi)
  Yes this a felonies' hobby
  That got me here thinking robbery
  Day to day all year long
  Teflon protects my body
  It's such unimportant in this criminal cartel
  I'm caught and supporting me
  So in these streets of hockey
  I play the goalie,
  Secretz to war licks, and score shit
  Share between clients and homies
  Remember what Patcino told me
  Before he past
  Watch them clowns with them crocodile smiles
  Cause they phony, I get that cash, stay lonely
  And I'm point like a thong
  And it's survive for the strong
  Living outside the laws of this crooked world
  I was born touched
  (Chorus Makaveli)
  My Young niggaz in the wild life
  Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
  Thinking he can make his pay
  Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
  Cause you can be touched
  Young niggaz in the wild life
  Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
  Thinking he can make his pay
  Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
  Cause you can be touched

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  Nothin But Love

  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]

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  Nothing To Lose

  [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!

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  No More Pain

  (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

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  Young Niggaz

  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]

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  Y'all Don't Know Us

  (Young Noble)
  Yo, I can see
  That you obviously don't know me or my homies
  We O-U-T Lawz, fuck the phonies
  A wise hustler once told me, it's on you
  Though it was dreams when he first told me Now it's true
  I got love for you only to a certain exstend
  Niggas ain't worth shit
  Cops and ride dick permits
  I heard this and heard that
  About them O-U-T Lawz
  Some of them soldiers got shot
  Some of them soldiers fell off
  Fuck yall now everybody tied to us
  Hollering out a nigga name
  But never said what up
  That shit critical, dispicable, unforgiveable
  I too like Hot ??
  Your own fan won't remember you
  Thuggin but we still spriutual, clear lyrical
  I'm like the fuckin Deff Squad
  My ears ain't hearin' yall
  Pump fearin' yall
  But damn I ain't even wantin' to scare yall
  Listen to what I tell yall
  Fuck the world,
  Your baby moms and your baby girl
  You muthafuckas so fake,
  Yo they made me wanna earl
  Blake, hate snakes thug hatin the degree
  Outlawz on a paper chase
  Can you relate thug niggaz
  (Napoleon Chorus)
  We will never fall
  Thru it all, we'll always stand tall
  Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers
  And if you believe in that shit that you heard
  Y'all dont know us, y'all dont know us
  (Napoleon)
  Now I been trapped down
  And fucked since day one
  This industructional style of mine ain't no fun
  Where I'm from
  You sure to see about 10 niggaz in a bedroom
  Eating off the same spoon
  Sweeping with the same broom
  It's hazard, it's you don't want yo life
  Well give me grab it
  I was born inside a love zone
  With a glock-nine young marriage
  It's critical
  Then one of them sat down living so
  Mystikal and empoious
  With a heart full of anger it's so redicilous
  So give me some with 21-gun soldier salute
  With a 19-inch black handle snake knife in my boots
  I'm straight from the strong, thug to your life
  Right to yo wrong, I'll put the good to your evil
  I'm the shells to your chrome, you dig that?
  I'm life, I'll bring the moon to your night
  I'll put the dick to your wife
  And I'm the Jesuz of your Christ
  You dig that? respect this
  I'll bring the end to your claw
  I'll bring the loc to your heart
  And I'll put the snoop on yo dogs
  You hear me?
  We follow, this little bullet so hollow
  I can promise that estacy ain't promised tomorrow
  With this two man mades
  Me and my soul death astrayed
  I watch my parents get blowed away
  Now look what it made
  I'm something to face
  This ludacy then with me, then with chemistry
  Got my eyes on you, the first time you cross me
  I'll be frying you, cause y'all don't know me
  (Young Noble Chorus)
  We will never fall
  Thru the war, we'll always stand tall (Why)
  Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers
  (E.D.I)
  When we was kids, the loving felt good
  But of course have the respect
  Though it's even better
  Now for this chedder
  Niggaz is laying deader
  Then Malcom and Martin put together
  Oh Lord only knows where we'll end up
  Remember what Pac said
  Watch the fuckin signs
  But we wasn't listening
  Too busy trippin off his shine
  Now one time for my muthafuckin' Outlawz
  Napoleon, Noble, and Kastro
  May we all roll
  And if you don't know
  We got the rap game petro
  Scared cause we bout to release
  Like heavy metal
  Nationwide, underground
  We running the ghettos
  Stealing all of ya fan base like we kleptos
  Bitch I can't let go
  I been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too long
  And niggaz is stealing my shit
  And busting it wrong
  Hot shots holla back when you get 'em
  Outlawz'll sic 'em, bustin back at the system
  Military wisdom
  Preparing myself for armegeddom
  Breaking my balls at this game
  Knowing it's a dead end
  And my only weapon
  Is my believe that I'm superior
  Yeah we the muthafuckas
  That you niggaz is liery off
  Controling my steam
  Knowing my team to deserve more
  Fuck the reframe
  Stick to the game and earn more
  Holding my head, rolling the head with focus
  Laughing inside
  Cause deep inside y'all don't know us
  (Young Noble Chorus)
  We will never fall
  Thru it all, we'll always stand tall (Why)
  Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers
  And if you believe in that shit that you heard
  Y'all dont know us, y'all dont know us
  We will never fall (Never)
  Thru the war, we'll always stand tall
  Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers
  And if you believe in that shit that you heard
  Y'all dont know us, y'all dont know us
  (E.D.I Talking)
  Ain't never know niggaz like us boy
  They don't make niggaz like us no more
  Thug in Peace.. to all my niggaz (Never)
  See ya soon.. uhh

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  Wonder Why They Call U

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

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  Words Of Wisdom

  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

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  Words 2 My First Born

  [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)

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  Why U Turn On Meshow lyrics

  Why U Turn On Me

  (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!

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  Who Do U Believe In?

  (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]

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  White Man's Worldshow lyrics

  White Man's World

  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]

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  When We Ride

  (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]

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  When Thugz Cryshow lyrics

  When Thugz Cry

  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]

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  Whatcha Gonna Do

  (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)

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  What'z Ya Phone #?

  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?

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  What'z Ya # Number

  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?

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  Violent

  [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)]

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  Until the End of Time RP Remix

  [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]

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  Until The End Of Time

  (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]

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  Troublesome '96

  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

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  Trapped

  You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion
  Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion
  Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught
  Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought
  Nine millimeter kickin' thinking about what tha streets do
  to me
  Cause they never talk peace in tha black community
  All we know is violence, do tha job in silence
  Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants
  Too many brothers daily heading for tha big penn
  Niggas commin' out worse offthan when they went in
  Over tha years I done alot of growin' up
  Getten drunk thrown' up
  Cuffed up
  Then I said I had enough
  There must be another route, way out
  To money and fame, I changed my name
  And played a different game
  Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle
  If one more cop harrasses me I just might go psycho
  And when I gettem
  I'll hittem with tha bum rush
  Only a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed
  Yo, if your smart you'll really let me go 'G'
  But keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch tha uzi
  They got me trapped....
  [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

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  Tradin' War Stories

  (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

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  Toss It Up

  (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!

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  To Live & Die In L.A.

  (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

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  Thug Style

  [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]

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  Thug Passion

  (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

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  Thug N U Thug N Me

  (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..)

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  This Life I Lead

  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

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  Thugz Mansion

  (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)]

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  Still I Rise

  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..

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  Stay Trueshow lyrics

  Stay True

  [Tupac]
  Yah nigga, Drop the top on your muthafuckin ride
  This how we do it on the west coast BAABBBY
  Rollin' down the Four O Five
  Gettin' high
  White boys done wrecked their shit
  Tryin to check my ride
  I ain't being bootsy
  Crusin' in a Six-o Impala
  Drivin' like I'm in a Hooptee
  car full of ballin' caps
  keep yo hand on the strap
  and take all the craps
  Niggas know my steel-lo
  all legit
  but I'm drapped
  like a nigga movin' kilo
  Shit don't stop
  cuz i can make that ass drop
  make the front pop
  And Hit the three wheel motion
  All Day
  Hit the freeway
  take it easy, uhh
  Let's slide
  And pick-up some hoochies
  ride
  right back to the movies
  High
  talking back to the screen drinkin' liquor
  Havin' big dreams of gettin' richer
  I'm livin that
  [Chorus (4x) (Tupac)]
  Thug Life, y'all know the rules
  gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay True)
  Big Stretch represent the real nigga
  flex, Live squad and this mutha fucker catch wreck
  [Stretch]
  Thug Life
  sharp as a roughneck
  Shakin' the dice, we roll long, ain't nothin' nice
  so the vice wanna follow us around (raize up)
  Got 'em runnin' as we clown thru the town (blaze up)
  Another one, had to throw another gun
  Don't need another case
  you can see it on my face son
  But I ain't fallin' yet
  And I gotta give a shout to where my ball is at
  [Tupac]
  Mophreme Tell 'em why the hoes dream
  gettin high off a nigga like a dope fiend
  [Mophreme]
  Cuz I'm non-stop, and I'm always hustlin'
  twenty four seven, ain't nothin buck
  but when a young G's flippin keys for a livin'
  Try to make a mill off the time I'm givin'
  trippin'
  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)

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  Staring Through My Rearview

  [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]

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  Still Ballin

  (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]

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  The Uppercut

  [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!