Yeah, clear enough for ya.
Why niggas look mad.
y'all supposed to be happy I'm free.
Y'all look like you wanted me to stay in jail
Old busters.
Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz.
I got no love for these niggas,
There's no need to be friends.
They got me under survailance.
That's what somebody be tellin' me.
Know theres dope being sold,
but I ain't the one sell'in
Don't want to be another number.
I got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from goin under.
The federales wanna see me dead.
Niggas put prices on my head.
Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.
I feed em lead.
Now on release.
How will I live'
Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did'
To feed kids.
One life to live.
It's so hard to be positive
When niggas shootin at your crib.
Mama, I'm still thuggin'
The world is a war zone.
My homies is inmates
And most of them dead grown
Full grown, finally a man
Just sceamin on ways to put some green inside the palms
Of my empty hands.
Just picture me rollin'.
Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen.
My dreams is scensored.
My hopes are gone.
I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone.
My nerves is wrecked.
Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen.
Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin.
Picture me rollin.
Can you see me now
Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture
Can you see it'
Pictue me rollin.
Yeah nigga
Eh, but picture how my nigga Syke duke do it.
Guess who's back'
I got keys comin from overseas.
Cost a nigga 200 G's.
I'm a street comando.
Nino for example.
This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle.
So I got to floss cuz I'm rollin like a boss playa.
Thug granted to be a women layer
So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin.
Make me wanna start bank bangin.
So I'm caught up in the game.
Let's go change.
Packin 40 glocks.
Contain or rearrange.
All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies
While I'm sippin on remy.
In front of black lexuses, chevies on the roam.
96 big bodies sittin on chrome
As we head up out the zone,
Stone facing is on.
Looking at mine but don't look too long.
I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin.
It's hard to imagine.
Picture me rollin.
I gots to get the fuck up in.
Goin to lay a caper.
Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper.
My bitch fin to have a bastard, see'
So I need to hit a lick, drastically.
I see some bald head ass niggas and they slippin in my spot
And, uh, diggin in the pots.
Check in the park, Pac.
We caught em sleepin.
We didn't think you niggas creepin.
This how we do it every weekend
And I dump for madness(')
It's time to count the profit.
CPO, we got the bomb spot.
Nigga, time to clock it.
I get the liquor and you could get the females.
This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales.
Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9.
I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine.
Now we satisfied.
Got the pockets on swollen.
Boss hog and this Pac nigga.
Picture us rollin.
Heh, heh, heh.
Y'all ready for me'
Picture me rollin roll call.
You know there's some mother fuckers out there
I just could not forget about.
I wanna make sure they can see me.
Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Faciluties,
All you bitch asses.
Can you niggas see me from there'
Ballin on all y'all punk ass.
Heh, ha ha!
Picture me rollin, baby.
Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks,
I told yall niggas when I come home it's on.
That's right nigga, picture me rollin
Oh, I forgot....the DA(district attorney)
Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court.
Can the ho see me from here'
Can you see me, ho'
Picture me rollin'.
And all you punk police, can you see me'
Am I clear to you'
Picture me rollin' nigga, legit.
Free like OJ all day
You can't stop me.
You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker.
Noope, ', Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme
Can you picture us rollin'
Can you see me ho'
Is y'all ready for me .
We up out this bitch.
Any time y'all wanna see me again,
Rewind this track right here, close your eyes
And picture me rollin.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Holla At Me | 2 Pac
(Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row
They try to playa hate
but they can't fade us tho'
We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood
Yeah
with that funky sound *so funky*
we be throwin' down)
This goes out to you playa
you know...you know who you are
Chorus: repeat 3X
Gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nigga
Ya better Holla at me
Verse One: 2Pac
Are you confused '
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes
of a nigga who don't have a thing to loose
When me and you was homies
no one informed me it was all a scheme
You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams
how could you do me like that '
I took ya family in
I put some cash in ya pocket
made you a man again
and now you let tha fear put your ass in a place
complicated to escape
It's a fools fate
without your word
your a shell of a man
I lost respect for you nigga
we can never be friends
I know i'm runnin' through your head now
what could you do '
If it was up to you
i'd be dead now
I let tha world know nigga you a coward
You could never be live
until you die
see tha mothafucken bitch in your eye
Type of Nigga, that let tha evil of tha money trap me
when ya see me nigga
ya better holla at me (holla at me)
can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nigga
Ya better Holla at me
Chorus: 2Pac
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)
So I gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
so when ya see me nigga
ya better holla at me
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)
Verse Two: 2Pac
courious
spittin' lyrics
on tha verge of furious
i'm addicted to currency
nigga that's why we're doin this
I got shot up, I surprised tha niggas tha way I got up
and then
I hit the studio
It's time to blow tha block up
No hesitation
this information got you contemplatin'
heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation
break him
and let him see tha face of a mental patient
it's a celebration
of my criminal elevation
with the participation
I want members across tha fifty states
to keep tha nation anticipatin' until we break
will I be great, is it my fate '
to live tha life of luxury
some niggas bought my tapes
so much jelousy it scares me
so be prepared
cause only tha strong survive
life isn't fair (fair)
probably never knew tha way it feels to die
so you figure fuck with me
I give that ass a try
Nigga, Holla at me
Chorus
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)
(Ohhhhhh....)
Verse Three: 2Pac
I shoulda saw tha signs
I was blinded
criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time
so many brothas framed in this dirty game
it's a shame
so much pressure on my brain
while she blame me
Secrets in tha dark
only her and I know
now i'm sitten' in tha state pen
doin time for slow
guess she made a bad decision
that got me livin'
just like an animal
i'm caged up in state prison
my niggas dissin'
cause
hell have no fury like a woman scorn
A cemetary full of mothafuckers got not knowin'
picture my prophecy
tha cops are attacking me, on top of me
i'm runnin' from tha coppers
but never let'em stop me
cause i'm a soulja
hell, ever since I was a little nigga havin' fantasies
of one day getting older
Niggas is paranoid
trust
a no no
love is a mystery
Fuck tha po po,
Holla at me.....
So when you see me nigga
you better holla at me....
Chorus
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)
(Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row
They try to playa hate
but they can't fade us tho'
We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood
Yeah
with that funky sound (so funky)
we be throwin' down)
Chorus
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)
(Ohhhhhhhh, heeeeyyy, ohhhhh nooo noooo noooooo)
They try to playa hate
but they can't fade us tho'
We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood
Yeah
with that funky sound *so funky*
we be throwin' down)
This goes out to you playa
you know...you know who you are
Chorus: repeat 3X
Gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nigga
Ya better Holla at me
Verse One: 2Pac
Are you confused '
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes
of a nigga who don't have a thing to loose
When me and you was homies
no one informed me it was all a scheme
You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams
how could you do me like that '
I took ya family in
I put some cash in ya pocket
made you a man again
and now you let tha fear put your ass in a place
complicated to escape
It's a fools fate
without your word
your a shell of a man
I lost respect for you nigga
we can never be friends
I know i'm runnin' through your head now
what could you do '
If it was up to you
i'd be dead now
I let tha world know nigga you a coward
You could never be live
until you die
see tha mothafucken bitch in your eye
Type of Nigga, that let tha evil of tha money trap me
when ya see me nigga
ya better holla at me (holla at me)
can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nigga
Ya better Holla at me
Chorus: 2Pac
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)
So I gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
so when ya see me nigga
ya better holla at me
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)
Verse Two: 2Pac
courious
spittin' lyrics
on tha verge of furious
i'm addicted to currency
nigga that's why we're doin this
I got shot up, I surprised tha niggas tha way I got up
and then
I hit the studio
It's time to blow tha block up
No hesitation
this information got you contemplatin'
heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation
break him
and let him see tha face of a mental patient
it's a celebration
of my criminal elevation
with the participation
I want members across tha fifty states
to keep tha nation anticipatin' until we break
will I be great, is it my fate '
to live tha life of luxury
some niggas bought my tapes
so much jelousy it scares me
so be prepared
cause only tha strong survive
life isn't fair (fair)
probably never knew tha way it feels to die
so you figure fuck with me
I give that ass a try
Nigga, Holla at me
Chorus
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)
(Ohhhhhh....)
Verse Three: 2Pac
I shoulda saw tha signs
I was blinded
criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time
so many brothas framed in this dirty game
it's a shame
so much pressure on my brain
while she blame me
Secrets in tha dark
only her and I know
now i'm sitten' in tha state pen
doin time for slow
guess she made a bad decision
that got me livin'
just like an animal
i'm caged up in state prison
my niggas dissin'
cause
hell have no fury like a woman scorn
A cemetary full of mothafuckers got not knowin'
picture my prophecy
tha cops are attacking me, on top of me
i'm runnin' from tha coppers
but never let'em stop me
cause i'm a soulja
hell, ever since I was a little nigga havin' fantasies
of one day getting older
Niggas is paranoid
trust
a no no
love is a mystery
Fuck tha po po,
Holla at me.....
So when you see me nigga
you better holla at me....
Chorus
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)
(Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row
They try to playa hate
but they can't fade us tho'
We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood
Yeah
with that funky sound (so funky)
we be throwin' down)
Chorus
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)
(Ohhhhhhhh, heeeeyyy, ohhhhh nooo noooo noooooo)
Heaven Ain't Hard 2 Find | 2 Pac
(Tupac Talking)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(All you gotta do is look)
(Tupac)
Simply because you nervous, let me start off with my conversation
Hoping my information, eleviates the hesitiation
I can see it clearly now
catch you smiling through your frown
I'm askin' Baby Boo are you down '
Although I know you've heard about my reputation
across the nation
"Mr. I get around"
My temptaion got me dripping wet
perspiration
I'm activated by the moves your making
Baby why you faking' strip naked get the love making
See its all in your mind, so every time I sip a glass of wine
I fantasize till that ass is mine
Never gettin' but wanting, never touching but wishing
A straight thug on a mission until I get what I'm missing
Stop with the beeper, baby Listen,
I know you're grown, but pay attention
Let me hypnotize with my tounge kissen'
This is a message to bomb bodies and all dimes
Turn around one more time
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Chorus)
(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)
Heaven ain't hard to find
Infact you can have it just have faith
Just like a little kid, still believing in magic
It takes a lot of scarifice
with all the lonely nights on tour
I need somebody I can trust in my life
Let me apply the brakes
baby you're moving to fast
My conversations are getting deeper, but first let me ask
Are you afraid of a thug '
and have you ever made love with candles and bubbles sippin ur ur tub
Touch me and let me activate your bloodpressure
This Thug Passion
help the average man love better
Picture me naked and glistening beneath the moonlight mist
Take a shot of that alazhay
come give me a kiss
And maybe we can be better friends
perhaps we'll be closer
I'll be the thug in your life
baby and you'll be my soulja
And I know it takes some time
And you got a lot of questions on your mind
But relax, in due time
Heaven Ain't Hard to Find
(Chorus)
(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)
You think we all dogs, thats why you cautious when I approached you
Been talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken
Through my eye contact, I wink and you respond back
Look at me
whats all that ' Huh
its like the closer you get, Baby the quicker I'm speaking
I got a flight out Chicago, lets kick it this weekend
I'm sipping Heneesee and coke
tho' addicted to weed smoke
I'm fiendin' for your body even mo'
Oh god help me identify me truest thoughts
your hidden motives full of passion who would of thought
Come hollar at me baby, love me for my thug nature
Far from a playa hater, label me a money maker
Straight heart breaker
Baby we can be friends
I can soup you in my Benz
we'll ride
I'll let you floss it for your friends
Once we begin
until the end, it gets better with time
I'm makin' love to your mind baby
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Chorus)
(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(All you gotta do is look)
(Tupac)
Simply because you nervous, let me start off with my conversation
Hoping my information, eleviates the hesitiation
I can see it clearly now
catch you smiling through your frown
I'm askin' Baby Boo are you down '
Although I know you've heard about my reputation
across the nation
"Mr. I get around"
My temptaion got me dripping wet
perspiration
I'm activated by the moves your making
Baby why you faking' strip naked get the love making
See its all in your mind, so every time I sip a glass of wine
I fantasize till that ass is mine
Never gettin' but wanting, never touching but wishing
A straight thug on a mission until I get what I'm missing
Stop with the beeper, baby Listen,
I know you're grown, but pay attention
Let me hypnotize with my tounge kissen'
This is a message to bomb bodies and all dimes
Turn around one more time
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Chorus)
(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)
Heaven ain't hard to find
Infact you can have it just have faith
Just like a little kid, still believing in magic
It takes a lot of scarifice
with all the lonely nights on tour
I need somebody I can trust in my life
Let me apply the brakes
baby you're moving to fast
My conversations are getting deeper, but first let me ask
Are you afraid of a thug '
and have you ever made love with candles and bubbles sippin ur ur tub
Touch me and let me activate your bloodpressure
This Thug Passion
help the average man love better
Picture me naked and glistening beneath the moonlight mist
Take a shot of that alazhay
come give me a kiss
And maybe we can be better friends
perhaps we'll be closer
I'll be the thug in your life
baby and you'll be my soulja
And I know it takes some time
And you got a lot of questions on your mind
But relax, in due time
Heaven Ain't Hard to Find
(Chorus)
(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)
You think we all dogs, thats why you cautious when I approached you
Been talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken
Through my eye contact, I wink and you respond back
Look at me
whats all that ' Huh
its like the closer you get, Baby the quicker I'm speaking
I got a flight out Chicago, lets kick it this weekend
I'm sipping Heneesee and coke
tho' addicted to weed smoke
I'm fiendin' for your body even mo'
Oh god help me identify me truest thoughts
your hidden motives full of passion who would of thought
Come hollar at me baby, love me for my thug nature
Far from a playa hater, label me a money maker
Straight heart breaker
Baby we can be friends
I can soup you in my Benz
we'll ride
I'll let you floss it for your friends
Once we begin
until the end, it gets better with time
I'm makin' love to your mind baby
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Chorus)
(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Check Out Time | 2 Pac
Hey, what time is it ni**a
I don't know
Oh s**t, 12 o' clock
Oh s**t, we got ta get tha f**k outta here
(hell yeah)
ni**a, it's check out time ni**a
Hey call Kurupt, call Daz
Call all those ni**as up from downstairs
Tell tha valay, bring tha benz around
Hey Kurupt, y'all ni**as drivin' or are y'all flyin' back
Wussup
Man, i'm rollin' man, f**k that s**t
Hey Syke man, come on ni**a, get up out tha bathroom fool
Let's go
I lost some money ni**a
Aw ni**a
Damn
Now I'm up early in the mornin'
Breathe stinkin' as I'm yawning
Just another sunny day in California
I got my mind focused on some papers
While I'm into sexy capers
Give a hollar to them hoochies last night who tried to rape us
Will these rap lyrics take us '
Plus room all up in Vegas
I'm a Boss Playa
Death before I let these bi**hes break us
Last night was like a fantansy
Alazhay and Heneesee
A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin' with my man and me
Told her I was interested
Picture all the s**t we did
I got her hot and horny
All up on me
Hot and horny
What a freaky bi**h
First you argued, then I fight it, till you lick me where I like it
Got a ni**a all excited
It don't matter just don't bite it
I never got to check out the scence
Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeans
Now it seems, it's check out time
We got to go
Its check out time
We got to go
Kurupt
They label me an outlaw
So its time for the panty raid
My fantansies came true
With Janet on, I'm in an Escapade
Did it all, in too soon
All the homies runnin' through the halls room to room
So I a*sume
Since I'm a playa like my ni**a Syke
Then its only right for me to disappear into the night
My games trump tight
So I find time to recline
Sneak into your room
Instant Messiah
s**t, wines of all kinds
I ain't got much time
So hurry up and pop the dime
And let me hit it from behind
Since I'm only here for one night
I gots to get you hot and heated
Play like Micheal Jackson and Beat It
One more thing I like to mention
I'm done and I'm out
Cuz there's someone else who deserves my atttention
So all the homies round up in the lobby
Cuz busting bi**hes is a hobby, ni**a
It's check out time
We got to go
Now I'm living the life of a Boss Playa
The front desk callin'
But I'm checking out later
My behaviour is crazy, from what you did to me baby
If walls could talk, they'd say, you tried to fade me
I'm putting in work, but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed
Carressing your thoughts
Cuz I'm living fed
Heard what I said
Pa*sion is clashing the room
From the liquor we consumed
I heard a boom
I'm blacking out
You're yelling out 'Big Syke Daddy'
We did it in the caddy on the highway
My way
I'm lost in a dream
So it seems to be the night
Five bottles of chrystl and I'm still tight
Out of site, for Pac and Kurupt
As I get it up
Once the doors close
You're stuck
In a heated sticky situation
Get up baby
You ain't on vacation
It's check out time
We got to go
I don't know
Oh s**t, 12 o' clock
Oh s**t, we got ta get tha f**k outta here
(hell yeah)
ni**a, it's check out time ni**a
Hey call Kurupt, call Daz
Call all those ni**as up from downstairs
Tell tha valay, bring tha benz around
Hey Kurupt, y'all ni**as drivin' or are y'all flyin' back
Wussup
Man, i'm rollin' man, f**k that s**t
Hey Syke man, come on ni**a, get up out tha bathroom fool
Let's go
I lost some money ni**a
Aw ni**a
Damn
Now I'm up early in the mornin'
Breathe stinkin' as I'm yawning
Just another sunny day in California
I got my mind focused on some papers
While I'm into sexy capers
Give a hollar to them hoochies last night who tried to rape us
Will these rap lyrics take us '
Plus room all up in Vegas
I'm a Boss Playa
Death before I let these bi**hes break us
Last night was like a fantansy
Alazhay and Heneesee
A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin' with my man and me
Told her I was interested
Picture all the s**t we did
I got her hot and horny
All up on me
Hot and horny
What a freaky bi**h
First you argued, then I fight it, till you lick me where I like it
Got a ni**a all excited
It don't matter just don't bite it
I never got to check out the scence
Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeans
Now it seems, it's check out time
We got to go
Its check out time
We got to go
Kurupt
They label me an outlaw
So its time for the panty raid
My fantansies came true
With Janet on, I'm in an Escapade
Did it all, in too soon
All the homies runnin' through the halls room to room
So I a*sume
Since I'm a playa like my ni**a Syke
Then its only right for me to disappear into the night
My games trump tight
So I find time to recline
Sneak into your room
Instant Messiah
s**t, wines of all kinds
I ain't got much time
So hurry up and pop the dime
And let me hit it from behind
Since I'm only here for one night
I gots to get you hot and heated
Play like Micheal Jackson and Beat It
One more thing I like to mention
I'm done and I'm out
Cuz there's someone else who deserves my atttention
So all the homies round up in the lobby
Cuz busting bi**hes is a hobby, ni**a
It's check out time
We got to go
Now I'm living the life of a Boss Playa
The front desk callin'
But I'm checking out later
My behaviour is crazy, from what you did to me baby
If walls could talk, they'd say, you tried to fade me
I'm putting in work, but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed
Carressing your thoughts
Cuz I'm living fed
Heard what I said
Pa*sion is clashing the room
From the liquor we consumed
I heard a boom
I'm blacking out
You're yelling out 'Big Syke Daddy'
We did it in the caddy on the highway
My way
I'm lost in a dream
So it seems to be the night
Five bottles of chrystl and I'm still tight
Out of site, for Pac and Kurupt
As I get it up
Once the doors close
You're stuck
In a heated sticky situation
Get up baby
You ain't on vacation
It's check out time
We got to go
Can't C Me | 2 Pac
Intro: George Clinton
The blind stares
of a million pairs of eyes
lookin' hard but won't realize
that they will never see
the P
(You must be goin' blind)
Verse One: 2Pac
give me my money in stacks
and lace my bitches with 9 figures
real niggas fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
i'm cashin'
while they coughed up and weeded
open fire
now them niggas bleedin'
see me in flesh
and test
and get your chest blown
straight out tha west, don't get blown
my adversaries cry like ho's
open and shut like doors
is you a friend or foe '
nigga you ain't know '
they got me stressed out on Death Row
i've seen money
but baby I got to gets mo'
you scream and go
'2Pac'
and I ain't stopin'
till i'm well paid
bails paid
now nigga, look what hell made
visions of cops and sirens
niggas open fire
buncha Thug Life niggas on tha rise
until I die
ask me why i'm a Boss Playa gettin' high
and when i'm rollin' by
Niggas Can't C Me
Chorus: George Clinton
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
and you'll never realize
You can't C Me..
Verse Two: 2Pac
Been getten worried that
these square muthafuckers with nerves
sayin they can get with us
but picture me gettin' served
My own mama say i'm thuged out
my shit be bumpin out tha record store
as if it was a drug house
my lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood
nigga what '
It ain't nothin but a party when we thug
and there I was
a young nigga with heart
ain't had shit to loose
pullin' my pistol on them fools
you know the rules
D-R-E you got me heated
my words like a penatentary dick
hittin' bitches where it's most needed
money and weed
Alazay and Hennesse
To my Thug niggas in lock down
witness me
bail on these ho's in floss mode
tha life of a Boss Playa
fuck what ya thought tho'
my enemies deceased
die like a bitch
when my album hit tha streetz
Niggas Can't C Me
Niggas Can't C Me
Chorus: George Clinton
Which way did he go George
Which way did he go
Which way did he go
Which way did he go
Verse Three: 2Pac
You niggas made a mistake
you shoulda never put my rhymes with Dre
them Thug niggas have arrived and it's Judgement Day
Hey Homie if ya feel me
Tell them tricks that shot me
that they missed
they ain't killed me
I can make a muthafucker shake
rattle and roll
i'm full of liquor
thug nigga
quick to jab at them ho's
and I can make ya jelous niggas famous
fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim is
i'm just a rich muthafucker from tha way
If this rappin' bring me money
then i'm rappin' till i'm paid
i'm getten green like i'm supposed to
Nigga, I holla at these ho's
and see how many I can go through
Look to the star
and visualize my debut
niggas know me, playa
I gotta stay true
don't be a dumb muthafucker
because it's crazy after dark
where the true Thug niggas see ya heart
Niggas Can't C Me....
Outro: 2Pac, George Clinton
Flavor Flav:(Yo, check this out, stay off his dick)
Niggas Can't C Me
(Right before your eyes, i'll disappear from here)
You niggas Can't C Me, hahah
(You Can't C Me) I know it's hard nigga,
i'm all up in your face
But you still Can't C Me
(You Can't C Me) All up in your range,
but niggas Can't C Me
(20/20 vision won't visualize)
I'm in tha flesh baby, but you Can't C Me
(All tho' glasses won't help you realize) You blinded
You blinded
You Can't C Me
(You Can't C Me)
Thug Life baby
Don't believe everything you read
Alazay and weed (You Can't C Me)
(Right before your very eyes, You won't even visualize)
(You Can't C Me)
Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac
Niggas can't C Me, hahaha
I dedicate this, to you PUNK Muthafuckers hahaha
this ones for you big baby hahah
cause you bitch ass niggas Can't C Me
Niggas Can't C Me
(ooooww)
(ooooww)
(You Can't C Me)
(See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil)
(You won't C Me)
(First C Me, Now ya don't)
(Wanna C Me, but ya won't)
(Come to C Me, but ya Can't)
(ooohhh, You Can't C Me)
(You Can't C Me)
(Right between your eyes, you'll never realize)
(Right before your eyes, you won't even realize)
(Visualize what you Can't C)
The blind stares
of a million pairs of eyes
lookin' hard but won't realize
that they will never see
the P
(You must be goin' blind)
Verse One: 2Pac
give me my money in stacks
and lace my bitches with 9 figures
real niggas fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
i'm cashin'
while they coughed up and weeded
open fire
now them niggas bleedin'
see me in flesh
and test
and get your chest blown
straight out tha west, don't get blown
my adversaries cry like ho's
open and shut like doors
is you a friend or foe '
nigga you ain't know '
they got me stressed out on Death Row
i've seen money
but baby I got to gets mo'
you scream and go
'2Pac'
and I ain't stopin'
till i'm well paid
bails paid
now nigga, look what hell made
visions of cops and sirens
niggas open fire
buncha Thug Life niggas on tha rise
until I die
ask me why i'm a Boss Playa gettin' high
and when i'm rollin' by
Niggas Can't C Me
Chorus: George Clinton
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
and you'll never realize
You can't C Me..
Verse Two: 2Pac
Been getten worried that
these square muthafuckers with nerves
sayin they can get with us
but picture me gettin' served
My own mama say i'm thuged out
my shit be bumpin out tha record store
as if it was a drug house
my lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood
nigga what '
It ain't nothin but a party when we thug
and there I was
a young nigga with heart
ain't had shit to loose
pullin' my pistol on them fools
you know the rules
D-R-E you got me heated
my words like a penatentary dick
hittin' bitches where it's most needed
money and weed
Alazay and Hennesse
To my Thug niggas in lock down
witness me
bail on these ho's in floss mode
tha life of a Boss Playa
fuck what ya thought tho'
my enemies deceased
die like a bitch
when my album hit tha streetz
Niggas Can't C Me
Niggas Can't C Me
Chorus: George Clinton
Which way did he go George
Which way did he go
Which way did he go
Which way did he go
Verse Three: 2Pac
You niggas made a mistake
you shoulda never put my rhymes with Dre
them Thug niggas have arrived and it's Judgement Day
Hey Homie if ya feel me
Tell them tricks that shot me
that they missed
they ain't killed me
I can make a muthafucker shake
rattle and roll
i'm full of liquor
thug nigga
quick to jab at them ho's
and I can make ya jelous niggas famous
fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim is
i'm just a rich muthafucker from tha way
If this rappin' bring me money
then i'm rappin' till i'm paid
i'm getten green like i'm supposed to
Nigga, I holla at these ho's
and see how many I can go through
Look to the star
and visualize my debut
niggas know me, playa
I gotta stay true
don't be a dumb muthafucker
because it's crazy after dark
where the true Thug niggas see ya heart
Niggas Can't C Me....
Outro: 2Pac, George Clinton
Flavor Flav:(Yo, check this out, stay off his dick)
Niggas Can't C Me
(Right before your eyes, i'll disappear from here)
You niggas Can't C Me, hahah
(You Can't C Me) I know it's hard nigga,
i'm all up in your face
But you still Can't C Me
(You Can't C Me) All up in your range,
but niggas Can't C Me
(20/20 vision won't visualize)
I'm in tha flesh baby, but you Can't C Me
(All tho' glasses won't help you realize) You blinded
You blinded
You Can't C Me
(You Can't C Me)
Thug Life baby
Don't believe everything you read
Alazay and weed (You Can't C Me)
(Right before your very eyes, You won't even visualize)
(You Can't C Me)
Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac
Niggas can't C Me, hahaha
I dedicate this, to you PUNK Muthafuckers hahaha
this ones for you big baby hahah
cause you bitch ass niggas Can't C Me
Niggas Can't C Me
(ooooww)
(ooooww)
(You Can't C Me)
(See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil)
(You won't C Me)
(First C Me, Now ya don't)
(Wanna C Me, but ya won't)
(Come to C Me, but ya Can't)
(ooohhh, You Can't C Me)
(You Can't C Me)
(Right between your eyes, you'll never realize)
(Right before your eyes, you won't even realize)
(Visualize what you Can't C)
All Eyez On Me | 2 Pac
Big Syke, Noop, Payne, Bogard, Big Serv
Y'all know how this shit go (you know)
All Eyez On Me
Muthafucka, Legit
Roll up in the club and shit
All Eyez On Me
All Eyez On Me
But you know what
I bet you got it twisted
You don't know who to trust
So many playa hating niggas trying to sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they know it
Straight to the depths of hell is were those cowards goin'
Well are you still down nigga, Holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry, but they finally freed me
I got a cariban of niggas, every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hitting muthafuckas up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die Live the life of a Boss playa, cuz even when I'm high
fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my eyez
Cuz all I want is cash and thangs,
A five double 0 Benz and flaunting flashy rings Uhh
bitches pursue me like a dream,
Been know to disappear before your eyez, just like a dope fiend, it seems
My main thang was to be major paid
The game sharper than a mutha-fuckin razor blade
Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
One niggas getting jealous, and muthafuckas died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They my homies for a second, but these punks won't get me
We got four niggas, and low riders, and ski masks
Screaming Thug Life every time they pass
All Eyez on Me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high
Hey, to my nigga Pac
So much trouble in the world, nigga
Can't nobody feel your pain
The world changing everyday
Times moving faaast
My girl said I need to raise up, how long will she last'
I'm caught between my women, and my pistol, and my chips
Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as we dip
I'm lost in the land, with no plan, living life flawless
Crime Boss, contraband, let me toss this
Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
I'm taking off on the curb
The nervousness neglect make me pack a tek
Devoted to serving this, Moet and paaayyy checks
Like a kite sailin' nigga I'm forever Ballin'
It ain't right, pair this ice triggas and fleas crawlin'
Sucka duck and get busted, no emotion
My devotion is handling my business nigga keep on coastin'
Where yah goin' I been there came back as lonely homie
Steady flaunting against the grain nigga still don't know me
It's about the money, and the rap shit, this crap shit
It ain't funny niggas don't even know how to act shit
What can I do, what can I say, is there another way '
Blunts and Gin twenty-four parlay
My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free
niggas can't stand me
All Eyez on Me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high
The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me
Will I survive, will I die, come on lets picture the possibilities
Giving me charges, lawyers making a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong and thats why I blaze shit
Was hyper as a kid, alone, as a teenager, on the mobile
Calling big shots on the scene major
Packing hundreds in my drawers, fuck the law
bitches I fcuk with a passion, livin' rough and raw
Catchin' cases at a fast rate, balllin' in the fast lane
Hustle 'til the morning, never stopped until the cash came
I live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa
Cuz we be getting high
These niggas got me tossin' shit
I put the top down now its time to floss my shit
Keep your head up nigga, make these muthafuckas suffer
Up in the Benz burning rubber
The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped
Cuz the criminal lifestyle equipped with the bulletproof vest
Make sure your eyes is on the Meal ticket
Get your money muthafucka Lets get rich and we'll kick it
All eyez on Me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high
All eyez on me
Pay attention my niggas
See how that shit go
Gonna walk up in this muthafucka
And its gonna be like "bing"
Cowards
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (bitches)
Cuz we be getting high
Every mutha fuckin' way
I got a bustas, hoes, and police watching a nigga
You know
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
All Eyez on me
Its like, what they think I'm walking around
With some keys in my pocket or something
All Eyez on me
They think I'm going back to jail
They really on that dope
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all watching)
(I know y'all got me in the scopes)
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all know this is Thug Life Baabbby)
We be getting high
(Y'all got me under surveillance)
All eyez on me
But I'm known
Y'all know how this shit go (you know)
All Eyez On Me
Muthafucka, Legit
Roll up in the club and shit
All Eyez On Me
All Eyez On Me
But you know what
I bet you got it twisted
You don't know who to trust
So many playa hating niggas trying to sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they know it
Straight to the depths of hell is were those cowards goin'
Well are you still down nigga, Holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry, but they finally freed me
I got a cariban of niggas, every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hitting muthafuckas up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die Live the life of a Boss playa, cuz even when I'm high
fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my eyez
Cuz all I want is cash and thangs,
A five double 0 Benz and flaunting flashy rings Uhh
bitches pursue me like a dream,
Been know to disappear before your eyez, just like a dope fiend, it seems
My main thang was to be major paid
The game sharper than a mutha-fuckin razor blade
Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
One niggas getting jealous, and muthafuckas died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They my homies for a second, but these punks won't get me
We got four niggas, and low riders, and ski masks
Screaming Thug Life every time they pass
All Eyez on Me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high
Hey, to my nigga Pac
So much trouble in the world, nigga
Can't nobody feel your pain
The world changing everyday
Times moving faaast
My girl said I need to raise up, how long will she last'
I'm caught between my women, and my pistol, and my chips
Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as we dip
I'm lost in the land, with no plan, living life flawless
Crime Boss, contraband, let me toss this
Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
I'm taking off on the curb
The nervousness neglect make me pack a tek
Devoted to serving this, Moet and paaayyy checks
Like a kite sailin' nigga I'm forever Ballin'
It ain't right, pair this ice triggas and fleas crawlin'
Sucka duck and get busted, no emotion
My devotion is handling my business nigga keep on coastin'
Where yah goin' I been there came back as lonely homie
Steady flaunting against the grain nigga still don't know me
It's about the money, and the rap shit, this crap shit
It ain't funny niggas don't even know how to act shit
What can I do, what can I say, is there another way '
Blunts and Gin twenty-four parlay
My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free
niggas can't stand me
All Eyez on Me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high
The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me
Will I survive, will I die, come on lets picture the possibilities
Giving me charges, lawyers making a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong and thats why I blaze shit
Was hyper as a kid, alone, as a teenager, on the mobile
Calling big shots on the scene major
Packing hundreds in my drawers, fuck the law
bitches I fcuk with a passion, livin' rough and raw
Catchin' cases at a fast rate, balllin' in the fast lane
Hustle 'til the morning, never stopped until the cash came
I live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa
Cuz we be getting high
These niggas got me tossin' shit
I put the top down now its time to floss my shit
Keep your head up nigga, make these muthafuckas suffer
Up in the Benz burning rubber
The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped
Cuz the criminal lifestyle equipped with the bulletproof vest
Make sure your eyes is on the Meal ticket
Get your money muthafucka Lets get rich and we'll kick it
All eyez on Me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high
All eyez on me
Pay attention my niggas
See how that shit go
Gonna walk up in this muthafucka
And its gonna be like "bing"
Cowards
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (bitches)
Cuz we be getting high
Every mutha fuckin' way
I got a bustas, hoes, and police watching a nigga
You know
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
All Eyez on me
Its like, what they think I'm walking around
With some keys in my pocket or something
All Eyez on me
They think I'm going back to jail
They really on that dope
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all watching)
(I know y'all got me in the scopes)
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all know this is Thug Life Baabbby)
We be getting high
(Y'all got me under surveillance)
All eyez on me
But I'm known
Ain't Hard 2 Find | 2 Pac
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggaz call me a timer
I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin
Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin
That's right, that's right boy start that shit off
I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized
Picutes of me in my final stage you know Mama cried
But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted
Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin
Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find
Why I spend most of my time on California crime
Watching for thievin I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin
Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason
See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded
You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment
I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead
Why the fuck you cowards be runnin, too scared to fight a G
For the life of me, I cannot see
How motherfuckers picture livin life after a night of fuckin around with me
And if you don't like this rhyme
then bring your big bad ass to California, cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggaz call me a timer
I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin
Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin
I got my locs on hard hat goin to war
Breakin them off on sight, stoppin lives like red lights
Watch em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers
And get to dumpin on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, Tupac and the Click, smokin blunts, loadin clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We bring on horror like Tales From the Crypt
And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick
I'm fully automatic full of static and shit
Movin Dodge van fifty rounds in the clip
I'm ridin shot gun with the tint in the back
I'm plan to have a motherfuckerin mint in this rap
I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O
Where sellin narcotics is all I know
I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kind
And if you need a motherfucker I ain't hard to find
Some may call me Bootsy, but I call it timin
That's while I keeps on grindin (that's right)
to the point where a nigga can't stop
Too much feelin this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch
Whether it's a nigga or a hoe, a hoe
get in my way, then that ass gots to go
Cause a nigga steady plottin
I serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep droppin
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggaz call me a timer
I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin
Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin
C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich
Da Bay, beitch!
Down the steps
Abandonded broken down apartment complex
Heavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scary
Playboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama play
Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitate
Best shake and bake although mine was first to ask niggaz
Motherfuckers didn't think I wasn't going do somethin, ask niggaz
Threaten your life, ain't like you love him
Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him
Check this out
I grew up with that nigga, threw up with that nigga
I hear he tryin to ride, double-edgin for the other side
But now, my glock be so judgemental
Back seat of a rental keep my name out your dental
Nigga, if your gum bleedin, and you needin
mo' than twenty sticthes, you behaved like dem bitches
Sideways to the race
Heavy in the game, check the resident it's all the same
Nigga, and we ain't hard to find
Hell nah we ain't hard to find
The whole clickilation fool
Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch
Why them niggaz actin like they can't find us
like like they can't see us and
like we don't be at the same spots they be at
It's the same congregation, Young Pac is back
YouknowhatImean'
Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit
It's a celebration, Young Pac is back
Motherfuckers better understand this shit
Ay D-Shot nigga can we get paid man'
Can we just go there and sock this shit up'
Hey, we smokin, and we ain't hard to fine
Drinkin and shit, fuckin with some hurricane
A motherfucker's gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa
You supposed to sideways to the next light...
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggaz call me a timer
I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin
Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin
That's right, that's right boy start that shit off
I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized
Picutes of me in my final stage you know Mama cried
But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted
Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin
Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find
Why I spend most of my time on California crime
Watching for thievin I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin
Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason
See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded
You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment
I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead
Why the fuck you cowards be runnin, too scared to fight a G
For the life of me, I cannot see
How motherfuckers picture livin life after a night of fuckin around with me
And if you don't like this rhyme
then bring your big bad ass to California, cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggaz call me a timer
I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin
Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin
I got my locs on hard hat goin to war
Breakin them off on sight, stoppin lives like red lights
Watch em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers
And get to dumpin on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, Tupac and the Click, smokin blunts, loadin clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We bring on horror like Tales From the Crypt
And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick
I'm fully automatic full of static and shit
Movin Dodge van fifty rounds in the clip
I'm ridin shot gun with the tint in the back
I'm plan to have a motherfuckerin mint in this rap
I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O
Where sellin narcotics is all I know
I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kind
And if you need a motherfucker I ain't hard to find
Some may call me Bootsy, but I call it timin
That's while I keeps on grindin (that's right)
to the point where a nigga can't stop
Too much feelin this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch
Whether it's a nigga or a hoe, a hoe
get in my way, then that ass gots to go
Cause a nigga steady plottin
I serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep droppin
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggaz call me a timer
I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin
Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin
C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich
Da Bay, beitch!
Down the steps
Abandonded broken down apartment complex
Heavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scary
Playboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama play
Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitate
Best shake and bake although mine was first to ask niggaz
Motherfuckers didn't think I wasn't going do somethin, ask niggaz
Threaten your life, ain't like you love him
Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him
Check this out
I grew up with that nigga, threw up with that nigga
I hear he tryin to ride, double-edgin for the other side
But now, my glock be so judgemental
Back seat of a rental keep my name out your dental
Nigga, if your gum bleedin, and you needin
mo' than twenty sticthes, you behaved like dem bitches
Sideways to the race
Heavy in the game, check the resident it's all the same
Nigga, and we ain't hard to find
Hell nah we ain't hard to find
The whole clickilation fool
Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch
Why them niggaz actin like they can't find us
like like they can't see us and
like we don't be at the same spots they be at
It's the same congregation, Young Pac is back
YouknowhatImean'
Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit
It's a celebration, Young Pac is back
Motherfuckers better understand this shit
Ay D-Shot nigga can we get paid man'
Can we just go there and sock this shit up'
Hey, we smokin, and we ain't hard to fine
Drinkin and shit, fuckin with some hurricane
A motherfucker's gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa
You supposed to sideways to the next light...
Friday, January 13, 2012
What'z Ya Phone #' | 2 Pac
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'
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'
Tradin' War Stories | 2 Pac
A military mind nigga.
A military mind mean money.
A criminal grind nigga.
A criminal grind mean hustle.
You know,
We tradin war stories.
We outlaws on the rise.
Jealous niggas I despise.
Look in my eyes.
(Chorus repeats once more)
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 trigga Semi-Automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggas.
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 niggas whisper when they mention
Makaveli was my '
My father figure.
Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers.
Hits fall.
We thug niggas and we came in packs.
Every one of niggas 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.
Repeat chorus 2X
I must stay thuggin and shit.
They call it overthuggin and shit.
But I was just a youngen 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 war,
To watch all these playa hatin niggas position,
For I could see em all.
Made it up out of there.
Lucky to be here.
Tell you, but it'll never be a repeat.
People I'm tryin to tell you.
Now picture the scenery.
I'm thugged out smokin greenary.
Considered a BG(baby gangsta) but I'm offering
This game something deeper.
My eyes only see these
That's why I'm definately bugged out.
Learned to know how.
Well to do now.
By 18, turned out.
And why I do thee.
To rob and smoke and ally my foes in the worst place.
Y'all shouldn't of fucked with us in the first place.
Y'all real OG's(original gangsta) droppin game to the youngsters.
Y'all don't want no fun
Cuz y'all be the next in the long line of '
Chorus repeats 2X
I starts em off with this gansta raw story tale.
Stackin loot up in the coup 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 ' Major Payne.
Ya slay and move and gain.
I be the nigga 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 a wall.
' As for men '
We bucks em down on the way to the ground.
Ain't nuttin but the hog in me.
This stuff is real, dough(though).
Killin the Po's and keep mobbin, G.
'''
' with a sawed off.
Cuz they dirty as drawers, y'all.
And had them bitch niggas hauled off.
Chorus repeats 2X
Mama had me lived and raised on shit that ain't ok.
Ain't nuttin on this earth will make a nigga like me stay.
I'm reminissin 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 3.
Heard they got to my peoples.
Now they livin somewhere free.
But fuck that,
You got whats 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 and murderin.
Got some war stories for ya.
Now look at me.
Straight Outlaw Immortal.
Never gave a fuck cuz I was nobody's daughter.
Outlaw from my tits to my clips.
Don't try to figure cuz the murderous tendencies of my mind
Can be controled, 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, ok nine fourths(')
Prayin to god as your life goes back and forth.
Chorus repeats through the rest of the song.
(Spoken)
War stories, nigga.
Heh, heh. Ya playas, too.
Thug Life. Outlaw Immortals. Mother fuckin Tupac AKA Makaveli.
Can you feel me'
Just say never
Say Death Row.
My niggas love that shit.
Dramacydal in this mother fucker.
Heh, heh. Yeah nigga. Shout outs to my niggas Fatal and Felony.
See ', ya bald head nut.
What'
You know what time it is.
A military mind mean money.
A criminal grind nigga.
A criminal grind mean hustle.
You know,
We tradin war stories.
We outlaws on the rise.
Jealous niggas I despise.
Look in my eyes.
(Chorus repeats once more)
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 trigga Semi-Automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggas.
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 niggas whisper when they mention
Makaveli was my '
My father figure.
Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers.
Hits fall.
We thug niggas and we came in packs.
Every one of niggas 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.
Repeat chorus 2X
I must stay thuggin and shit.
They call it overthuggin and shit.
But I was just a youngen 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 war,
To watch all these playa hatin niggas position,
For I could see em all.
Made it up out of there.
Lucky to be here.
Tell you, but it'll never be a repeat.
People I'm tryin to tell you.
Now picture the scenery.
I'm thugged out smokin greenary.
Considered a BG(baby gangsta) but I'm offering
This game something deeper.
My eyes only see these
That's why I'm definately bugged out.
Learned to know how.
Well to do now.
By 18, turned out.
And why I do thee.
To rob and smoke and ally my foes in the worst place.
Y'all shouldn't of fucked with us in the first place.
Y'all real OG's(original gangsta) droppin game to the youngsters.
Y'all don't want no fun
Cuz y'all be the next in the long line of '
Chorus repeats 2X
I starts em off with this gansta raw story tale.
Stackin loot up in the coup 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 ' Major Payne.
Ya slay and move and gain.
I be the nigga 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 a wall.
' As for men '
We bucks em down on the way to the ground.
Ain't nuttin but the hog in me.
This stuff is real, dough(though).
Killin the Po's and keep mobbin, G.
'''
' with a sawed off.
Cuz they dirty as drawers, y'all.
And had them bitch niggas hauled off.
Chorus repeats 2X
Mama had me lived and raised on shit that ain't ok.
Ain't nuttin on this earth will make a nigga like me stay.
I'm reminissin 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 3.
Heard they got to my peoples.
Now they livin somewhere free.
But fuck that,
You got whats 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 and murderin.
Got some war stories for ya.
Now look at me.
Straight Outlaw Immortal.
Never gave a fuck cuz I was nobody's daughter.
Outlaw from my tits to my clips.
Don't try to figure cuz the murderous tendencies of my mind
Can be controled, 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, ok nine fourths(')
Prayin to god as your life goes back and forth.
Chorus repeats through the rest of the song.
(Spoken)
War stories, nigga.
Heh, heh. Ya playas, too.
Thug Life. Outlaw Immortals. Mother fuckin Tupac AKA Makaveli.
Can you feel me'
Just say never
Say Death Row.
My niggas love that shit.
Dramacydal in this mother fucker.
Heh, heh. Yeah nigga. Shout outs to my niggas Fatal and Felony.
See ', ya bald head nut.
What'
You know what time it is.
Skandalouz | 2 Pac
{2Pac}
Hey Nate you know you got to focus on this motherfucker
We's gonna talk about these scandalous hoes
{Nate}
I can talk about scandalous bitches
{2Pac}
Oh I know you can!
I know you that's why we gonna do it
Daz on the beat
Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin around with the piano nigga
Just drop that shit like uhh, this here
{2Pac}
I met you through my homie now you act like you don't know me
So disappointed cause baby that shit was so phony
It's not for me, you see no lovin from my closest homies
Woulda paid you no mind, but baby you was all up on me
While you proceed with precision, you had the table hosed
No, I ain't mad at you baby, go 'head and play them fools
They chose not to listen, so now he stuck inside his house
and can't leave without his bitch permission
The mission's to be a playa, my alias is Boss
Drop a top on these jealous niggaz, playa let me floss
Y'all don't wanna see me in pain
I'll leave that ass like Toni Braxton, "Never breathing again"
It's scandalous, I never liked your back stabbin ass, triiick
Used to watch you money grabbin, who you baggin beeyitch'
Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust
But bitches lookin scandalous
{Chorus: Nate Dogg}
Scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous
She's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous
Scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous
She's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous
{2Pac}
How's it hangin' Cause baby from the back the shit is bangin
I've been stressin in this ghetto game, tryin to do my thang
Won't be no bullshit, no ass-kissin
This bitch'll have ya wakin up with all your cash missin
I'm askin, as if I'm qualified to analyze
You're lookin at a bitch who specialize in tellin lies
She got a body make a motherfucker fantasize
Her face ain't never shed a tear through them scandalous eyes
My sister ' in poverty
Plus I knew she was a freak bitch so why should it bother me'
I'd probably be sprung, addicted to the heat of her tongue
and though I don't where we're goin, she's makin me come
I've been trained as a boss playa, so what you sayin'
Let me show you, got some hookers we can toss later
Before I let her get me off guard
Went in the purse took a hundred dollars
Nigga I'm so scandalous
::Chorus::LyricsCafe.com::
{2Pac}
Dangerous and ambitious, while schemin on gettin riches
I'm spittin at tricks cause I'm addicted to pretty bitches
Currency motivated, not easily terminated
Now that we made it, my niggaz can never be faded
This is my prophecy -- I gotta be paid
All you cowards that try to stop me is beggin for early graves
I thought we was cool, I was a fool, thinkin you could be true
when I don't fuck with your punk crew
These are the tales for my niggaz doin time in the cell
I went from hell, to livin well
Bustin at niggaz who said my name in vain
I got no time for them tricks, I'm heavy in the game
I wanna be a baller, please
But the bitches and the liquor keep on callin me
I'm floatin free on the highway, formulatin plans
Can't wait til I see L.A., cause it's so scandalous
::Chorus::LyricsCafe.com::
{Chorus repeat to end (2Pac speaks over it)}
{2Pac}
Aiyyo.. how the prettiest bitch be the more scandalous the hoe be
You ever peep that shit' (Nah)
A bitch can be like fifteen, fuckin with a nigga 35
Gettin him for ends
Hoes these days is way too motherfuckin intelligent
When these niggaz get to trickin, hahaha, it's over then
That's aight though
Keep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long
Watch them hoes
All you niggaz out there
Beware these lyin ass scandalous bitches
Hey Nate you know you got to focus on this motherfucker
We's gonna talk about these scandalous hoes
{Nate}
I can talk about scandalous bitches
{2Pac}
Oh I know you can!
I know you that's why we gonna do it
Daz on the beat
Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin around with the piano nigga
Just drop that shit like uhh, this here
{2Pac}
I met you through my homie now you act like you don't know me
So disappointed cause baby that shit was so phony
It's not for me, you see no lovin from my closest homies
Woulda paid you no mind, but baby you was all up on me
While you proceed with precision, you had the table hosed
No, I ain't mad at you baby, go 'head and play them fools
They chose not to listen, so now he stuck inside his house
and can't leave without his bitch permission
The mission's to be a playa, my alias is Boss
Drop a top on these jealous niggaz, playa let me floss
Y'all don't wanna see me in pain
I'll leave that ass like Toni Braxton, "Never breathing again"
It's scandalous, I never liked your back stabbin ass, triiick
Used to watch you money grabbin, who you baggin beeyitch'
Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust
But bitches lookin scandalous
{Chorus: Nate Dogg}
Scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous
She's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous
Scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous
She's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous
{2Pac}
How's it hangin' Cause baby from the back the shit is bangin
I've been stressin in this ghetto game, tryin to do my thang
Won't be no bullshit, no ass-kissin
This bitch'll have ya wakin up with all your cash missin
I'm askin, as if I'm qualified to analyze
You're lookin at a bitch who specialize in tellin lies
She got a body make a motherfucker fantasize
Her face ain't never shed a tear through them scandalous eyes
My sister ' in poverty
Plus I knew she was a freak bitch so why should it bother me'
I'd probably be sprung, addicted to the heat of her tongue
and though I don't where we're goin, she's makin me come
I've been trained as a boss playa, so what you sayin'
Let me show you, got some hookers we can toss later
Before I let her get me off guard
Went in the purse took a hundred dollars
Nigga I'm so scandalous
::Chorus::LyricsCafe.com::
{2Pac}
Dangerous and ambitious, while schemin on gettin riches
I'm spittin at tricks cause I'm addicted to pretty bitches
Currency motivated, not easily terminated
Now that we made it, my niggaz can never be faded
This is my prophecy -- I gotta be paid
All you cowards that try to stop me is beggin for early graves
I thought we was cool, I was a fool, thinkin you could be true
when I don't fuck with your punk crew
These are the tales for my niggaz doin time in the cell
I went from hell, to livin well
Bustin at niggaz who said my name in vain
I got no time for them tricks, I'm heavy in the game
I wanna be a baller, please
But the bitches and the liquor keep on callin me
I'm floatin free on the highway, formulatin plans
Can't wait til I see L.A., cause it's so scandalous
::Chorus::LyricsCafe.com::
{Chorus repeat to end (2Pac speaks over it)}
{2Pac}
Aiyyo.. how the prettiest bitch be the more scandalous the hoe be
You ever peep that shit' (Nah)
A bitch can be like fifteen, fuckin with a nigga 35
Gettin him for ends
Hoes these days is way too motherfuckin intelligent
When these niggaz get to trickin, hahaha, it's over then
That's aight though
Keep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long
Watch them hoes
All you niggaz out there
Beware these lyin ass scandalous bitches
Only God Can Judge Me | 2 Pac
Only God Can Judge Me
(feat. Rappin 4-Tay)
[Intro: 2Pac]
Only God can judge me, is that right'
[synth voice] Only God can judge me now
Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else
All you other motherfuckers get out my business
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see
And in my mind I'ma blind man doin time
Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me
Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine'
Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin
I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed
And fantasies of my family, in a hearse
And they say it's the white man I should fear
But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here
I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side
Jealousy inside, make em wish I died
Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for
Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door
And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed
And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees
Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only God can judge me
[Chorus: 2Pac]
[synth voice] Only God can judge me
That's right baby, yeah baby
[synth voice] Only God
Hahahahahahahaha
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me, only God can judge
[synth cont.] me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me
And only God can
[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth voice] Only God can judge me now
[heart monitor: long beep]
Flatline!
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
I hear the doctor standing over me [heart monitor: beeping slowly]
screamin I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked
Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV
Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me [beeping sound stops]
I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies
I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets
I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce
How did it come to this' I wish they didn't miss
Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here
Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care'
Try to remember, but it hurts
I'm walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt
I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward
There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power
is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state
And our fate, is a lifetime of hate
Dear Mama, can you save me' And fuck peace
Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat
No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped
Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it's
a million motherfuckers stressin just like me
Only God can judge me
[Chorus w/ variations]
[Interlude: 2Pac]
That which does not kill me can only make me stronger
(That's for real)
and I don't see why everybody feel as though
that they gotta tell me how to live my life
(You know')
Let me live baby, let me live
[Verse Three: Rappin 4-Tay, Tupac]
Pac I feel ya, keep servin it on the reala
For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya
Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement'
He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin
Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law
So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin a cross, that's real
Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him
Sold a half a million tapes now everybody want him
After talkin behind my back like a bitch would
Tellin them niggaz, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would
It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place
to get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase
Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch
My new shit is so fetti already sold a key of ounce
Bitch, remember Tupac and 4-Tay
Them same two brothers dodgin bullets representin the Bay
Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around
Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown
That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin sellin lies
Don't think I don't see you haters, I know you all in disguise
Guess you figure you know me cause I'm a Thug
That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz
Been livin lavish like a player all day
Now I'm bout to floss em off, player shit with 4-Tay
Only God can judge me
[Chorus w/ variations]
[4Tay] Only God main
[2Pac] That right'
[4Tay] That's real
[2Pac] Hahahahahaha
[4Tay] Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin'
[2Pac] Man, look here man
My only fear of death is comin back to this bitch reincarnated
That's for the homey mental
We up out
[Chorus w/out 2Pac continues to fade]
(feat. Rappin 4-Tay)
[Intro: 2Pac]
Only God can judge me, is that right'
[synth voice] Only God can judge me now
Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else
All you other motherfuckers get out my business
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see
And in my mind I'ma blind man doin time
Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me
Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine'
Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin
I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed
And fantasies of my family, in a hearse
And they say it's the white man I should fear
But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here
I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side
Jealousy inside, make em wish I died
Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for
Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door
And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed
And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees
Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only God can judge me
[Chorus: 2Pac]
[synth voice] Only God can judge me
That's right baby, yeah baby
[synth voice] Only God
Hahahahahahahaha
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me, only God can judge
[synth cont.] me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me
And only God can
[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth voice] Only God can judge me now
[heart monitor: long beep]
Flatline!
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
I hear the doctor standing over me [heart monitor: beeping slowly]
screamin I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked
Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV
Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me [beeping sound stops]
I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies
I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets
I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce
How did it come to this' I wish they didn't miss
Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here
Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care'
Try to remember, but it hurts
I'm walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt
I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward
There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power
is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state
And our fate, is a lifetime of hate
Dear Mama, can you save me' And fuck peace
Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat
No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped
Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it's
a million motherfuckers stressin just like me
Only God can judge me
[Chorus w/ variations]
[Interlude: 2Pac]
That which does not kill me can only make me stronger
(That's for real)
and I don't see why everybody feel as though
that they gotta tell me how to live my life
(You know')
Let me live baby, let me live
[Verse Three: Rappin 4-Tay, Tupac]
Pac I feel ya, keep servin it on the reala
For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya
Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement'
He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin
Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law
So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin a cross, that's real
Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him
Sold a half a million tapes now everybody want him
After talkin behind my back like a bitch would
Tellin them niggaz, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would
It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place
to get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase
Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch
My new shit is so fetti already sold a key of ounce
Bitch, remember Tupac and 4-Tay
Them same two brothers dodgin bullets representin the Bay
Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around
Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown
That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin sellin lies
Don't think I don't see you haters, I know you all in disguise
Guess you figure you know me cause I'm a Thug
That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz
Been livin lavish like a player all day
Now I'm bout to floss em off, player shit with 4-Tay
Only God can judge me
[Chorus w/ variations]
[4Tay] Only God main
[2Pac] That right'
[4Tay] That's real
[2Pac] Hahahahahaha
[4Tay] Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin'
[2Pac] Man, look here man
My only fear of death is comin back to this bitch reincarnated
That's for the homey mental
We up out
[Chorus w/out 2Pac continues to fade]
No More Pain | 2 Pac
Intro: 2Pac
Hey DeVante
Nigga, don'tcha know we're gonna sow up every bitch in the country
Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin room
On the same level
This shit here, hahahaha
Please, no more pain
That's right nigga
Hey drop that shit boy
Verse One: 2Pac
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 the phony niggaz I'm the one
Say my name, watch bitches come, now fire
when ready, stay watchin now figure, increase speed
Make you motherfuckers bleed from your mouth quicker
Plus all these niggaz that you run with, be on some dumb shit
Trick on the hoes, I ain't the one bitch
Holla my name and witness game official, it's so sick
Have every single bitch that came witchu, on my dick
Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased
I'm movin you stupid bitches, vicious telekenesis
Am I reachin your brain' Nigga how can I explain'
How vicious this Thug motherfucker came
When I die, I wanna be a livin legend, say my name
Affiliated with this motherfuckin game, with no more pain
Chorus: (interpretation of Method Man's "Bring the Pain")
I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain *variations*)
(repeat 4X)
Verse Two: 2Pac
Line up my adversaries, blast on sight, and fuck your boyfriend
Bitch, I want some ass tonight, you know my steelo
Alize and Cristal, weed sure you heard of all the
sure you've heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh
Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast
I dare you niggaz to open fire, I'll murder that ass
And disappear before the cops come runnin, my glock's spittin rounds
niggaz fallin down clutchin they stomach
It's Westside, Death Row, Thug niggaz on the rise
Busters shot me five times, real niggaz don't die
Can ya hear me' Laced with this game, I know you fear me
Spit the secret to war, 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
Verse Three: 2Pac
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 eyes
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 them niggaz from other areas, brothers from here
So obsessed with this money makin it ain't nothin we fear
Now they label me a troublemaker, cause I'm a ridah
Death to you playa haters, don't let me find ya
Mama made me rugged, baptised the public
Now you hard thugs, nigga don't you love it
It's similar to multiple gunshots, retaliation is a must
Wasn't too sure what you facin so watch the guns bust
You niggaz'll bleed, fuckin with me you'll be deceased
Never restin in peace nigga, with no more pain
Chorus 8X
[Tupac talking over the chorus]
Hahahahaha, yeah nigga, yeah! Hahahaha
No more pain
It's just like that nigga, like that yeah
No more pain
Motherfuckers can't handle that shit
Much too much for these bitches
No more pain
Feel me nigga' Feel me'
How you figure you can fuck with me'
Fully automatic type shit
No more pain
Coward ass niggaz, cowards
Come put your mouth on this pistol nigga
Come put your mouth on the pistol, no more pain
Close your eyes nigga, do it
Die in the dark, no more pain
Death Row, so what you motherfuckers do'
Hey that's DeVante droppin that beat like that BEYATCH
In case you wonderin
And jealous niggaz, hahaha, see y'all niggaz
Motherfuckin niggaz are shit
Hey
(chorus being whispered in the background)
Westsiiiiiide! Death to everybody that ain't down with me
That's on, feel me' Hahaha
Oh yeah, to the cowards, you know what I mean
Just feel that, Thug Life, shit don't stop
Motherfuckers got Downs Syndrome, motherfuckers
Weak ass niggaz, skanless cunts, fuckin C.E..O.'s
Put your mouth on this pistol nigga
Put your mouth on the pistol!
Hahahaha, yeah nigga no more pain
Prison ain't changed me nigga, it made me worse
Feel me nigga, haha
No more pain
Hey DeVante I'm givin these motherfuckers choices
Niggaz can roll with us, or they can be rolled under us
That's on you nigga, what you wanna do'
Last year we was lettin these niggaz kick up dust
This year you motherfuckers gonna be dust
Thug Life nigga Westsiiiiide!
Hey DeVante
Nigga, don'tcha know we're gonna sow up every bitch in the country
Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin room
On the same level
This shit here, hahahaha
Please, no more pain
That's right nigga
Hey drop that shit boy
Verse One: 2Pac
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 the phony niggaz I'm the one
Say my name, watch bitches come, now fire
when ready, stay watchin now figure, increase speed
Make you motherfuckers bleed from your mouth quicker
Plus all these niggaz that you run with, be on some dumb shit
Trick on the hoes, I ain't the one bitch
Holla my name and witness game official, it's so sick
Have every single bitch that came witchu, on my dick
Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased
I'm movin you stupid bitches, vicious telekenesis
Am I reachin your brain' Nigga how can I explain'
How vicious this Thug motherfucker came
When I die, I wanna be a livin legend, say my name
Affiliated with this motherfuckin game, with no more pain
Chorus: (interpretation of Method Man's "Bring the Pain")
I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain *variations*)
(repeat 4X)
Verse Two: 2Pac
Line up my adversaries, blast on sight, and fuck your boyfriend
Bitch, I want some ass tonight, you know my steelo
Alize and Cristal, weed sure you heard of all the
sure you've heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh
Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast
I dare you niggaz to open fire, I'll murder that ass
And disappear before the cops come runnin, my glock's spittin rounds
niggaz fallin down clutchin they stomach
It's Westside, Death Row, Thug niggaz on the rise
Busters shot me five times, real niggaz don't die
Can ya hear me' Laced with this game, I know you fear me
Spit the secret to war, 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
Verse Three: 2Pac
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 eyes
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 them niggaz from other areas, brothers from here
So obsessed with this money makin it ain't nothin we fear
Now they label me a troublemaker, cause I'm a ridah
Death to you playa haters, don't let me find ya
Mama made me rugged, baptised the public
Now you hard thugs, nigga don't you love it
It's similar to multiple gunshots, retaliation is a must
Wasn't too sure what you facin so watch the guns bust
You niggaz'll bleed, fuckin with me you'll be deceased
Never restin in peace nigga, with no more pain
Chorus 8X
[Tupac talking over the chorus]
Hahahahaha, yeah nigga, yeah! Hahahaha
No more pain
It's just like that nigga, like that yeah
No more pain
Motherfuckers can't handle that shit
Much too much for these bitches
No more pain
Feel me nigga' Feel me'
How you figure you can fuck with me'
Fully automatic type shit
No more pain
Coward ass niggaz, cowards
Come put your mouth on this pistol nigga
Come put your mouth on the pistol, no more pain
Close your eyes nigga, do it
Die in the dark, no more pain
Death Row, so what you motherfuckers do'
Hey that's DeVante droppin that beat like that BEYATCH
In case you wonderin
And jealous niggaz, hahaha, see y'all niggaz
Motherfuckin niggaz are shit
Hey
(chorus being whispered in the background)
Westsiiiiiide! Death to everybody that ain't down with me
That's on, feel me' Hahaha
Oh yeah, to the cowards, you know what I mean
Just feel that, Thug Life, shit don't stop
Motherfuckers got Downs Syndrome, motherfuckers
Weak ass niggaz, skanless cunts, fuckin C.E..O.'s
Put your mouth on this pistol nigga
Put your mouth on the pistol!
Hahahaha, yeah nigga no more pain
Prison ain't changed me nigga, it made me worse
Feel me nigga, haha
No more pain
Hey DeVante I'm givin these motherfuckers choices
Niggaz can roll with us, or they can be rolled under us
That's on you nigga, what you wanna do'
Last year we was lettin these niggaz kick up dust
This year you motherfuckers gonna be dust
Thug Life nigga Westsiiiiide!
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Life Goes On | 2 Pac
Chorus: repeat 2X
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death
my niggas, we tha last ones left
but life goes on.....
Verse One:
As I bail through tha empty halls
breath stinkin'
in my draws
ring, ring, ring
quiet y'all
incoming call
plus this my homie from high school
he's getting bye
It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry
life as a baller
alchol and booty calls
we usta do them as adolecents
do you recall'
raised as G's
loc'ed out and blazed the weed
get on tha roof
let's get smoked out
and blaze with me
2 in tha morning
and we still high assed out
screamin' 'thug till I die'
before I passed out
but now that your gone
i'm in tha zone
thinkin'
'I don't wanna die all alone'
but now ya gone
and all I got left are stinkin' memories
I love them niggas to death
i'm drinkin' Hennessy
while tryin' ta make it last
I drank a 5th for that ass
when you passed....
cause life goes on
Chorus
Verse Two:
Yeah nigga
I got tha word as hell
blew trial and tha judge gave you
25 with an L
time to prepare to do fed time
won't see parole
imagine life as a convict
that's getten' old
plus with tha drama
we're lookin out for your babies mama
taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from beatin on her...
life in tha hood...
is all good for nobody
remember gamin' on dumb hotties at your party
Me and you
No true a two
while scheming on hits
and gettin tricks
that maybe we can slide into
but now you burried
rest nigga
cause I ain't worried
eyes blurry
sayin' goodbye at the cemetary
tho' memories fade
I got your name tated on my arm
so we both ball 'til my dying days
before I say goodbye
Kado & Mental, rest in peace
Thug till I die
Chorus
Verse Three:
Bury me smilin'
with G's in my pocket
have a party at my funeral
let every rapper rock it
let tha hoes that I usta know
from way before
kiss me from my head to my toe
give me a paper and a pen
so I can write about my life of sin
a couple bottles of Gin
incase I don't get in
tell all my people i'm a Ridah
nobody cries when we die
we outlaws
let me ride
until I get free
I live my life in tha fast lane
got police chasen me
to my niggas from old blocks
from old crews
niggas that guided me through
back in tha old school
pour out some liquor
have a toast for tha homies
see we both gotta die
but ya chose to go before me
and brothas miss ya while your gone
you left your nigga on his own
how long we mourn
life goes on...
Chorus *repeats to end*
(sung overtop repeating chorus)
Life goes on homie
gone on, cause they passed away
Niggas doin' life
Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit
I feel ya nigga, trust me
I feel ya
You know what I mean
last year,
we poured out liquor for ya
this year nigga, life goes on
we're gonna clock now
get money,
envade bitches,
envade tricks,
give players plenty space,
and basicaly just represent for you baby.
next time you see your niggas
we gonna be on tha top nigga
your gonna be like,
'Goddamn, them niggas came up'
that's right baby
life goes on....
and we up out this bitch
hey Kato, Mental
y'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up there man,
don't front.
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death
my niggas, we tha last ones left
but life goes on.....
Verse One:
As I bail through tha empty halls
breath stinkin'
in my draws
ring, ring, ring
quiet y'all
incoming call
plus this my homie from high school
he's getting bye
It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry
life as a baller
alchol and booty calls
we usta do them as adolecents
do you recall'
raised as G's
loc'ed out and blazed the weed
get on tha roof
let's get smoked out
and blaze with me
2 in tha morning
and we still high assed out
screamin' 'thug till I die'
before I passed out
but now that your gone
i'm in tha zone
thinkin'
'I don't wanna die all alone'
but now ya gone
and all I got left are stinkin' memories
I love them niggas to death
i'm drinkin' Hennessy
while tryin' ta make it last
I drank a 5th for that ass
when you passed....
cause life goes on
Chorus
Verse Two:
Yeah nigga
I got tha word as hell
blew trial and tha judge gave you
25 with an L
time to prepare to do fed time
won't see parole
imagine life as a convict
that's getten' old
plus with tha drama
we're lookin out for your babies mama
taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from beatin on her...
life in tha hood...
is all good for nobody
remember gamin' on dumb hotties at your party
Me and you
No true a two
while scheming on hits
and gettin tricks
that maybe we can slide into
but now you burried
rest nigga
cause I ain't worried
eyes blurry
sayin' goodbye at the cemetary
tho' memories fade
I got your name tated on my arm
so we both ball 'til my dying days
before I say goodbye
Kado & Mental, rest in peace
Thug till I die
Chorus
Verse Three:
Bury me smilin'
with G's in my pocket
have a party at my funeral
let every rapper rock it
let tha hoes that I usta know
from way before
kiss me from my head to my toe
give me a paper and a pen
so I can write about my life of sin
a couple bottles of Gin
incase I don't get in
tell all my people i'm a Ridah
nobody cries when we die
we outlaws
let me ride
until I get free
I live my life in tha fast lane
got police chasen me
to my niggas from old blocks
from old crews
niggas that guided me through
back in tha old school
pour out some liquor
have a toast for tha homies
see we both gotta die
but ya chose to go before me
and brothas miss ya while your gone
you left your nigga on his own
how long we mourn
life goes on...
Chorus *repeats to end*
(sung overtop repeating chorus)
Life goes on homie
gone on, cause they passed away
Niggas doin' life
Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit
I feel ya nigga, trust me
I feel ya
You know what I mean
last year,
we poured out liquor for ya
this year nigga, life goes on
we're gonna clock now
get money,
envade bitches,
envade tricks,
give players plenty space,
and basicaly just represent for you baby.
next time you see your niggas
we gonna be on tha top nigga
your gonna be like,
'Goddamn, them niggas came up'
that's right baby
life goes on....
and we up out this bitch
hey Kato, Mental
y'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up there man,
don't front.
I Ain't Mad At Cha | 2 Pac
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha
Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy
Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all, nahmean'
Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust
[Danny Boy] I ain't...
Givin a motherfucker, heheheheheh
Yeah, niggaz
[Danny Boy] ...mad at cha
Cause I ain't mad at cha
Verse One: 2Pac
Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still roll
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed
Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin home, just got bail
Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble
Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB
on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
cause I ain't mad at cha
(Hmm, I ain't mad at cha)
Chorus: Danny Boy
I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha
Verse Two: 2Pac
We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow
And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
Don't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs
in my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at cha
Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha
Chorus: Danny Boy
I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)
Verse Three: 2Pac
Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin now
Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down
He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days
Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop'
Til God return me to my essence
Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent
So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now'
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha
You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha
Chorus: Danny Boy
Iiiiiiiii,
I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha)
Iiiiiiiii ain't mad (2Pac: hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha
I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha, noooo
I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhhmm
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha
Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy
Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all, nahmean'
Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust
[Danny Boy] I ain't...
Givin a motherfucker, heheheheheh
Yeah, niggaz
[Danny Boy] ...mad at cha
Cause I ain't mad at cha
Verse One: 2Pac
Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still roll
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed
Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin home, just got bail
Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble
Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB
on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
cause I ain't mad at cha
(Hmm, I ain't mad at cha)
Chorus: Danny Boy
I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha
Verse Two: 2Pac
We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow
And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
Don't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs
in my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at cha
Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha
Chorus: Danny Boy
I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)
Verse Three: 2Pac
Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin now
Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down
He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days
Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop'
Til God return me to my essence
Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent
So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now'
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha
You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha
Chorus: Danny Boy
Iiiiiiiii,
I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha)
Iiiiiiiii ain't mad (2Pac: hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha
I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha, noooo
I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhhmm
How Do U Want It | 2 Pac
(chorus 2x)
how do you want it
how did you feel
coming up as a nigga in tha cash game
livin' in the fast lane
I'm for real
I love tha way you agrivate your hips and push your ass out
got a nigga wantin' it so bad I'm about to pass out
wanna dig you and I can't even lie about it
baby just alleviate your clothes
time to fly up out it
catch you at a club
oh shit you got me beamin' bout it talkin shit to me
but i can't comprehend the meaning
now if you wanna roll with me
then here's ya chance doin' 80 on the freeway
police catch me if they can
forgive me i'm a rida'
still I'm just a simple man
all I want is money fuck the fame I'm a simple man
Mr. International, player with a passport
just like Alladin bitch, get you anything you ask for
it's either him or me
champagne, henessey, faithful to my homies
when we floss on our enemies
witness as we creep to a low speed
peep what a hoe need, puff some more weed
funk, ya don't need
approachin' hoochies with a passion
been a long day, but I've been driven by attraction
in a strong way
your body is bangin' baby i love it when you flaunt it
time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it
(repeat chorus 2x)
tell me is it cool to fuck'
did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what'
positions on the floor it's like erotic
ironic, cause i'm some what psychotic
i'm hittin' switches on bitches
like I got been fixed with hydraulics
up and down like a roller coaster
I'm up inside ya
I ain't quittin' till the show is over
cause I'm a rida, in and out just like a robbery
I'll probably be a freak and let you get on top of me
get her rockin' these,
nights full of aliza, a livin' legend
you ain't heard about these niggas play these cali days
Deloris Tucker she's a muthafucker
instead of tryin' to help a nigga, you destroy your brothas
worst then the others Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole
you too old to understand the games told
you lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
won't someone listen'
makin' millions nigga top that
they wanna censor me they rather see me in a cell
livin' in hell, only a few of us to live to tell
now everybody's talkin' bout us I could give a fuck
I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss
nigga tell me how you want it
(repeat chorus 2x)
raised as a youth
tell the truth I got the scoop on how to get a bullet proof
because I jumped on the route before I was a teenager
mobile phone, sky pager game rules, I'm livin' major
my adversaries, is lookin' worried
they paranoid of gettin' buried
one of us is gonna see the cemetary
my only hope for survive, if I wish to stay alive
gettin' high see the demons in my eyes before I die
I wanna live my life and ball
make a couple million
and then i'm chillin' fade them all
these taxes got me crossed up and people tryin' the sue me
media is in my buisness
and they acting like they know me
but I'm a mash out, peel out
I murder quick that's when I whip the fuckin' steel out
yeah nigga, it's some new shit
so better get up on it
when you see me tell a nigga how you want it
how do you want it'
( repeat chorus 2x)
how do you want it
how did you feel
coming up as a nigga in tha cash game
livin' in the fast lane
I'm for real
I love tha way you agrivate your hips and push your ass out
got a nigga wantin' it so bad I'm about to pass out
wanna dig you and I can't even lie about it
baby just alleviate your clothes
time to fly up out it
catch you at a club
oh shit you got me beamin' bout it talkin shit to me
but i can't comprehend the meaning
now if you wanna roll with me
then here's ya chance doin' 80 on the freeway
police catch me if they can
forgive me i'm a rida'
still I'm just a simple man
all I want is money fuck the fame I'm a simple man
Mr. International, player with a passport
just like Alladin bitch, get you anything you ask for
it's either him or me
champagne, henessey, faithful to my homies
when we floss on our enemies
witness as we creep to a low speed
peep what a hoe need, puff some more weed
funk, ya don't need
approachin' hoochies with a passion
been a long day, but I've been driven by attraction
in a strong way
your body is bangin' baby i love it when you flaunt it
time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it
(repeat chorus 2x)
tell me is it cool to fuck'
did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what'
positions on the floor it's like erotic
ironic, cause i'm some what psychotic
i'm hittin' switches on bitches
like I got been fixed with hydraulics
up and down like a roller coaster
I'm up inside ya
I ain't quittin' till the show is over
cause I'm a rida, in and out just like a robbery
I'll probably be a freak and let you get on top of me
get her rockin' these,
nights full of aliza, a livin' legend
you ain't heard about these niggas play these cali days
Deloris Tucker she's a muthafucker
instead of tryin' to help a nigga, you destroy your brothas
worst then the others Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole
you too old to understand the games told
you lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
won't someone listen'
makin' millions nigga top that
they wanna censor me they rather see me in a cell
livin' in hell, only a few of us to live to tell
now everybody's talkin' bout us I could give a fuck
I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss
nigga tell me how you want it
(repeat chorus 2x)
raised as a youth
tell the truth I got the scoop on how to get a bullet proof
because I jumped on the route before I was a teenager
mobile phone, sky pager game rules, I'm livin' major
my adversaries, is lookin' worried
they paranoid of gettin' buried
one of us is gonna see the cemetary
my only hope for survive, if I wish to stay alive
gettin' high see the demons in my eyes before I die
I wanna live my life and ball
make a couple million
and then i'm chillin' fade them all
these taxes got me crossed up and people tryin' the sue me
media is in my buisness
and they acting like they know me
but I'm a mash out, peel out
I murder quick that's when I whip the fuckin' steel out
yeah nigga, it's some new shit
so better get up on it
when you see me tell a nigga how you want it
how do you want it'
( repeat chorus 2x)
Heartz Of Men | 2 Pac
Ahh, Suge what I tell you nigga,
when I come out of jail what was I gonna do
I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right
Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, nigga
The binoculars
Ha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride
Grab your bulletproof vest nigga
cause its gonna be a long one
Now me and Quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side
The real side
Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real mutha-fuckas
and there's gonna be some pussys
Now the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches
The pussys are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin'
Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride get tricky
See you got some niggas on your side
That say they're your friends
But in real life they your enemies
And then you got some mutha-fuckas that say they your enemies
But in real life they eyes is on your money
See the enemies will say they true
But in real life those niggas will be the snitches
Its a dirty game y'all
Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with
Cause the shit get wild y'all
Keep your mind on your riches, Baby
Keep your mind on your riches
9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder me
From hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me
Shit I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed
Nothing more I despise than a liar
cowards die
My mama told me When I was to see
Just a vicious mutha fucker while these devils left me free
I proceed to make them shiver
when I deliver
Criminal lyrics
from a world wide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Mackaveli
Niggas is waiting for some thug shit, thats what they tell me
So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw
Switching up on you ordinary bitches
like a south paw you get let
And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased
Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G'
I rip the crowd, then I start again
Internally I live in sin
untill the moment that they let me breathe again
The heartz of men
(Chorus)
The Heartz of Men
My lyrical verse with so much pain
that to some niggas it hurts
My guns bust
And if you ain't one of us
it gets worse
Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll
in fly mode
I'm a homicidal outlaw
and five-o, get your lights on, fight long
tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight
so we might roll
My own homies say I'm heartless
But I'm a 'G' to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardless
Drive-by, niggas bow down
thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
First nigga act up
first nigga gettin' drugged out
I can be a villian if ya let me
I'll Muthafuck ya
if ya do upset me
tell the cops to come and get me
rip the crowd like a phone number
Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends nigga
Look inside the heartz of men
(Chorus)
In The Heartz of Men
In The Heartz of Men
To all my niggas engaged in making money in the fifty states
Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch
No longer living in fear
my pistol close in hand
Convinced this is my year
like I'm the chosen man
Give me my money and label me as a god
If niggas is having problems
smoke'em, fire and bomb
I died and came back,
I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack
Thugin' is in my spirit
I'm lost and not knowing
scar'd up
but still flowing
energized and still going
Uhh, can it be fate
that makes a sick muthafucka break
On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake
What will it take '
Give me that bass line
I'm feeling bombed
Deathrow baby, don't be alarmed
The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again
Represent
cause I've been sent
The heartz of men
when I come out of jail what was I gonna do
I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right
Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, nigga
The binoculars
Ha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride
Grab your bulletproof vest nigga
cause its gonna be a long one
Now me and Quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side
The real side
Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real mutha-fuckas
and there's gonna be some pussys
Now the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches
The pussys are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin'
Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride get tricky
See you got some niggas on your side
That say they're your friends
But in real life they your enemies
And then you got some mutha-fuckas that say they your enemies
But in real life they eyes is on your money
See the enemies will say they true
But in real life those niggas will be the snitches
Its a dirty game y'all
Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with
Cause the shit get wild y'all
Keep your mind on your riches, Baby
Keep your mind on your riches
9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder me
From hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me
Shit I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed
Nothing more I despise than a liar
cowards die
My mama told me When I was to see
Just a vicious mutha fucker while these devils left me free
I proceed to make them shiver
when I deliver
Criminal lyrics
from a world wide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Mackaveli
Niggas is waiting for some thug shit, thats what they tell me
So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw
Switching up on you ordinary bitches
like a south paw you get let
And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased
Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G'
I rip the crowd, then I start again
Internally I live in sin
untill the moment that they let me breathe again
The heartz of men
(Chorus)
The Heartz of Men
My lyrical verse with so much pain
that to some niggas it hurts
My guns bust
And if you ain't one of us
it gets worse
Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll
in fly mode
I'm a homicidal outlaw
and five-o, get your lights on, fight long
tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight
so we might roll
My own homies say I'm heartless
But I'm a 'G' to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardless
Drive-by, niggas bow down
thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
First nigga act up
first nigga gettin' drugged out
I can be a villian if ya let me
I'll Muthafuck ya
if ya do upset me
tell the cops to come and get me
rip the crowd like a phone number
Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends nigga
Look inside the heartz of men
(Chorus)
In The Heartz of Men
In The Heartz of Men
To all my niggas engaged in making money in the fifty states
Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch
No longer living in fear
my pistol close in hand
Convinced this is my year
like I'm the chosen man
Give me my money and label me as a god
If niggas is having problems
smoke'em, fire and bomb
I died and came back,
I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack
Thugin' is in my spirit
I'm lost and not knowing
scar'd up
but still flowing
energized and still going
Uhh, can it be fate
that makes a sick muthafucka break
On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake
What will it take '
Give me that bass line
I'm feeling bombed
Deathrow baby, don't be alarmed
The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again
Represent
cause I've been sent
The heartz of men
Got My Mind Made Up | 2 Pac
Verse One: Daz
You find an MC like me who's strong
Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support
And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though
With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain
and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain
Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star
Finally realizing who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded
would it be the greatest MC of all time
When I created rhyme for the simple fact
When I attack I crush your pride
My intention to ride, every time all night
I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar
for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
breakin in gas with the six-eight all day
In and out with my pay
I'm soon to count the bodies...
Verse Two: Tupac
So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation
So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin
We must be based on nothin better than communication
Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations
Sorry I left that ass waitin
No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin
I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic
Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt
You swear the bitch was planted
My lyrics motivate the planet
It's similar to Rhythm Nation
but thugged out, forgive me Janet
Who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls
You know, the way the games get controlled
Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind
Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote
Takin off my coat, clearing my throat
Chorus: Method Man
I got my mind made up, come on... [come on]
get in get in too [get on it]
let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha night
I got my mind made up, come on...
get in get in too
let it ride... tonight's tha night
Verse Three: Kurupt
Well I comes through with two packs
of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fuckin sac won't collapse
Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay
Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind
As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine
There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin
I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin
Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian
Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin
Why is that' Cuz smilin faces decieve
You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall
Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat
Verse Four: Method Man
Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
like Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers]
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle
Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!!
Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen
Half of my Clan's three deep felons
Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel
Man I stay on point like icicles
Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical
All up in your motherfuckin mouth
Head banger boogie
Catch me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me
Better take one and pass or that's that ass
Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast
Verse Five: Redman
Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards
Let's face it, there's no replacement
Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with
Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted
Funk Doctor who' Spock bitch don't get it twisted
I got connects like Federal Express
to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch
Got the clear spot from tha rear block
to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not
Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop
Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot
With, this underground cannabis
I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst
Then proceeds like keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it
I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place
Confidence for you shaky ass folks
Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked
choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly
And I'm out for nine nickel [INS tha rebels]
[West, list this, this, this...]
You find an MC like me who's strong
Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support
And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though
With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain
and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain
Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star
Finally realizing who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded
would it be the greatest MC of all time
When I created rhyme for the simple fact
When I attack I crush your pride
My intention to ride, every time all night
I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar
for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
breakin in gas with the six-eight all day
In and out with my pay
I'm soon to count the bodies...
Verse Two: Tupac
So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation
So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin
We must be based on nothin better than communication
Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations
Sorry I left that ass waitin
No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin
I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic
Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt
You swear the bitch was planted
My lyrics motivate the planet
It's similar to Rhythm Nation
but thugged out, forgive me Janet
Who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls
You know, the way the games get controlled
Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind
Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote
Takin off my coat, clearing my throat
Chorus: Method Man
I got my mind made up, come on... [come on]
get in get in too [get on it]
let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha night
I got my mind made up, come on...
get in get in too
let it ride... tonight's tha night
Verse Three: Kurupt
Well I comes through with two packs
of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fuckin sac won't collapse
Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay
Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind
As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine
There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin
I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin
Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian
Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin
Why is that' Cuz smilin faces decieve
You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall
Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat
Verse Four: Method Man
Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
like Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers]
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle
Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!!
Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen
Half of my Clan's three deep felons
Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel
Man I stay on point like icicles
Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical
All up in your motherfuckin mouth
Head banger boogie
Catch me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me
Better take one and pass or that's that ass
Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast
Verse Five: Redman
Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards
Let's face it, there's no replacement
Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with
Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted
Funk Doctor who' Spock bitch don't get it twisted
I got connects like Federal Express
to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch
Got the clear spot from tha rear block
to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not
Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop
Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot
With, this underground cannabis
I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst
Then proceeds like keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it
I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place
Confidence for you shaky ass folks
Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked
choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly
And I'm out for nine nickel [INS tha rebels]
[West, list this, this, this...]
Sunday, January 8, 2012
California Love Remix | 2 Pac
California love!
{1}-California...knows how to party
California...knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol' Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!
{Verse One: Dr. Dre}
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness
The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
the state where ya never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends
I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
ever since honeys was wearin sassoon
Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace
It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay
Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin it down for
Californ-i-a
{repeat 1}
{2}-Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it mama
Shake it Cali
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it shake it shake it...
{Verse Two: 2Pac}
Out on bail fresh outta jail, California dreamin
Soon as I stepped on the scene, I'm hearin hoochies screamin
Fiendin for money and alcohol
the life of a west side playa where cowards die
Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die
In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right)
Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews
Famous cause we program worldwide
Let'em recognize from Long Beach to Rose Grands
Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's west side
So you know the row won't bow down to no man
Say what you say
But give me that bomb beat from Dre
Let me serenade the streets of L.A.
From Oakland to Sacktown
The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love!
{rpt 1}
{dre} now make it shake...
{rpt 2}
{Outro: Dre, 2Pac}
uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah
Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha
Frisko, Frisko
{Tupac} hey, you know LA is up in this
Pasadina, where you at
yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good
(Tupac) even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby
Sacramento, sacramento where ya at' yeah
Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up
Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side
Cause you and I know it's tha best side
yeah, That's riight
west coast, west coast
uh, California Love
California Love
{1}-California...knows how to party
California...knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol' Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!
{Verse One: Dr. Dre}
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness
The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
the state where ya never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends
I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
ever since honeys was wearin sassoon
Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace
It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay
Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin it down for
Californ-i-a
{repeat 1}
{2}-Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it mama
Shake it Cali
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it shake it shake it...
{Verse Two: 2Pac}
Out on bail fresh outta jail, California dreamin
Soon as I stepped on the scene, I'm hearin hoochies screamin
Fiendin for money and alcohol
the life of a west side playa where cowards die
Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die
In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right)
Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews
Famous cause we program worldwide
Let'em recognize from Long Beach to Rose Grands
Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's west side
So you know the row won't bow down to no man
Say what you say
But give me that bomb beat from Dre
Let me serenade the streets of L.A.
From Oakland to Sacktown
The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love!
{rpt 1}
{dre} now make it shake...
{rpt 2}
{Outro: Dre, 2Pac}
uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah
Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha
Frisko, Frisko
{Tupac} hey, you know LA is up in this
Pasadina, where you at
yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good
(Tupac) even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby
Sacramento, sacramento where ya at' yeah
Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up
Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side
Cause you and I know it's tha best side
yeah, That's riight
west coast, west coast
uh, California Love
California Love
Ambitionz Az A Ridah | 2 Pac
Intro: 2Pac
I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police rushin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G
(Let's get ready to ruuumbllle)
[speaking] Now you know how we do it like a G
What really go on in the mind of a nigga
[singsong] Got the police rushin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G
[speaking] that get down for theirs
I constantly choose money over bitches
[singsong] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
[speaking] Stay on your grind nigga
[singsong] Got the police rushin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G
[speaking] My ambitions as a ridah
[singsong] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
[speaking] My amibitions as a ridah
[singsong] Got the police rushin at me...
Verse One: 2Pac
So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
Cause life as a rap star is nothin without heart
Was born ruff and rugged, addressin the mad public
My attitude was 'fuck it' cause motherfuckers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it be
Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her
while she hot and horny, go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear, 'Go to the tele hoe'
You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke
I'm smokin bomb ass weed feelin crucial
From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual
From hustlin them bread, to breakin motherfuckers to payin
I got no time for these bitches cause these hoes tried to play us
I'm on a meal ticket mission, want a mil, so I'm wishin
Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!(
I'ma ride though, clown hoes like it's manditory
No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted
Now it's on and it's on because I said so
Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row
Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious
Started plotin and planin on scemes to come and trick us
But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah)
Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night
Got problems then handle it motherfuckers see me
These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they hearts they wanna be me
Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right besideee ya
Hopin ya listen I catch you payin attention to my amibitions as a ridah
Chorus: 2Pac
[singsong] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
[speaking] My ambitions as a ridah
[singsong] Got the police rushin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G
Verse Two: 2Pac
(I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah)
It was my only wish to rise
Above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise
When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine
I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfucker they life
That's what they screaming as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill
So open fire, I see you kill me (that's all you niggaz got') witness my steel
Spittin at adversaries envious and after me
I'd rather die before they catchin me, watch me bleed
Mama corrected me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts
I'm innocent, said there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught
Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice
Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson
Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it
Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it
When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave
Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah
Chorus
Verse Three: 2Pac
My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me
Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me
I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years
Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears
Question my methods to switchin keys, sure as some bitches bleeds
Niggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed
Blast me but they didn't finish, didn't diminish my powers
so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards
That's why they tried to set me up
Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up
But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated
At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it
Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary
For money, I'll have these mutherfuckers buried (I been)
gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it
Knowin when I get out, they gonna feel it
Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside ya
Then cry from all your people when they find her
Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it, revenge on them niggaz
that played me, and all the cowards that was down widdit
Now it's your nigga right beside ya
Hopin ya listenin I catch you payin attention to my ambitions as a ridah
Chorus 2.5X
I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police rushin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G
(Let's get ready to ruuumbllle)
[speaking] Now you know how we do it like a G
What really go on in the mind of a nigga
[singsong] Got the police rushin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G
[speaking] that get down for theirs
I constantly choose money over bitches
[singsong] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
[speaking] Stay on your grind nigga
[singsong] Got the police rushin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G
[speaking] My ambitions as a ridah
[singsong] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
[speaking] My amibitions as a ridah
[singsong] Got the police rushin at me...
Verse One: 2Pac
So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
Cause life as a rap star is nothin without heart
Was born ruff and rugged, addressin the mad public
My attitude was 'fuck it' cause motherfuckers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it be
Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her
while she hot and horny, go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear, 'Go to the tele hoe'
You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke
I'm smokin bomb ass weed feelin crucial
From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual
From hustlin them bread, to breakin motherfuckers to payin
I got no time for these bitches cause these hoes tried to play us
I'm on a meal ticket mission, want a mil, so I'm wishin
Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!(
I'ma ride though, clown hoes like it's manditory
No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted
Now it's on and it's on because I said so
Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row
Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious
Started plotin and planin on scemes to come and trick us
But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah)
Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night
Got problems then handle it motherfuckers see me
These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they hearts they wanna be me
Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right besideee ya
Hopin ya listen I catch you payin attention to my amibitions as a ridah
Chorus: 2Pac
[singsong] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
[speaking] My ambitions as a ridah
[singsong] Got the police rushin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G
Verse Two: 2Pac
(I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah)
It was my only wish to rise
Above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise
When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine
I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfucker they life
That's what they screaming as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill
So open fire, I see you kill me (that's all you niggaz got') witness my steel
Spittin at adversaries envious and after me
I'd rather die before they catchin me, watch me bleed
Mama corrected me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts
I'm innocent, said there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught
Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice
Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson
Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it
Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it
When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave
Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah
Chorus
Verse Three: 2Pac
My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me
Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me
I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years
Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears
Question my methods to switchin keys, sure as some bitches bleeds
Niggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed
Blast me but they didn't finish, didn't diminish my powers
so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards
That's why they tried to set me up
Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up
But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated
At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it
Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary
For money, I'll have these mutherfuckers buried (I been)
gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it
Knowin when I get out, they gonna feel it
Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside ya
Then cry from all your people when they find her
Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it, revenge on them niggaz
that played me, and all the cowards that was down widdit
Now it's your nigga right beside ya
Hopin ya listenin I catch you payin attention to my ambitions as a ridah
Chorus 2.5X
All About U | 2 Pac
[Featuring Nate Dogg, YGD Tha Top Dawg]
You probably crooked as the last trick
Wanna laugh about how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch'
Thinking I had her but she had me in the long run
Its just my luck I'm stuck fuckin with wrong one, uh
Wise decisions based on lies we living
Skandalous times is games like my religion
You could be rolling with a thug
Instead you with this sweet scrub
Looking for some love
In every club, I see you standing like you want it
Well baby if ya got it better flaunt it
Let the liquor help you get up on it
I'm still tipsy from last night
Bumpin in walls as I pause
Addicted to the fast life
I try to holler but you tell me you're taken
Sayin you ain't impressed with the money I'm make
Guess its true what they telling me
Fresh out of jail lights hell for a black celebrity
So thats the reason why I call
And maybe you with it
Fantasies of the sweatin
Can I hit it' (hahaha)
Addicted to the things you do
Its still true what I'm saying Boo
Cause this is All About U
Every other city we go
Every other video
(its all about you)
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe
[repeat]
I'll make a promise if ya go with me
Just let me know, I'll have you hollering
My name out before I leave
Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga
I only hang out with the criminals and the drug dealers
I love niggas
Cause we coming from the same place
Witness me holler at a hoochie, see how quick the game takes
How can I tell her I'm a playa
And I don't even care
Creep though
Weed smokes in the air
Everywhere I go, its all about the groupie hoes
waiting for niggas at the end of every show
I just seen ya in my friends video
Never put you on my friends so here we go
Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm going through
It's All About U
(Yeah nigga, its All About U)
[Chorus 2X]
Is you sick from the dick or is it the flu'
It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew
Every other city we go and every video
Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe
You think it's all about you'
Well, boo, I gets down like Dru and my nasty new niggas, too
You couldn't hold me back
It'll take a fatter track, a lyrical attack
Or perhaps it was a visual bluff
When I started to snaps all your ''
Straight in control
'Flows are full'
Why hold a cold stroll'
Coldest set
I told you I'm as gold
And that's gold diggin
Cold diggin a ''
I slide in easily
Dried up easily
Sluts know the cuts
I came to fuck
Try squeazin me
Runnin up in this
It's like '' when I bring ya the most
I fuck a bitch from the West coast
[Chorus 4X]
(You know what I'm saying')
Every other city we go
I see the same hoes
In the studio, that kickin it in the video
It's gotta be the same ass and thighs
But you's a groupie baby, and don't look surprised
I can see it in your eyes, that you ain't nothing but a trick
Hanging with us, for some superstar dick
Want an autograph placed on her napkin
After she asks "Ain't you the Top Dogg and don't you be rappin'"
She know whats crackin
Peep shows like Luke
From the limos, down to the Lexus coupes
We be flossin, and all females love that
Especially when you're dope, platinum, and your own '
So when I met you
I really didn't have to say much
Cause me alone
Just made you want to taste and touch
Don't be trippin if I run up in you and your whole crew
I'ma still let you know girl, that it's all about you
You probably crooked as the last trick
Wanna laugh about how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch'
Thinking I had her but she had me in the long run
Its just my luck I'm stuck fuckin with wrong one, uh
Wise decisions based on lies we living
Skandalous times is games like my religion
You could be rolling with a thug
Instead you with this sweet scrub
Looking for some love
In every club, I see you standing like you want it
Well baby if ya got it better flaunt it
Let the liquor help you get up on it
I'm still tipsy from last night
Bumpin in walls as I pause
Addicted to the fast life
I try to holler but you tell me you're taken
Sayin you ain't impressed with the money I'm make
Guess its true what they telling me
Fresh out of jail lights hell for a black celebrity
So thats the reason why I call
And maybe you with it
Fantasies of the sweatin
Can I hit it' (hahaha)
Addicted to the things you do
Its still true what I'm saying Boo
Cause this is All About U
Every other city we go
Every other video
(its all about you)
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe
[repeat]
I'll make a promise if ya go with me
Just let me know, I'll have you hollering
My name out before I leave
Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga
I only hang out with the criminals and the drug dealers
I love niggas
Cause we coming from the same place
Witness me holler at a hoochie, see how quick the game takes
How can I tell her I'm a playa
And I don't even care
Creep though
Weed smokes in the air
Everywhere I go, its all about the groupie hoes
waiting for niggas at the end of every show
I just seen ya in my friends video
Never put you on my friends so here we go
Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm going through
It's All About U
(Yeah nigga, its All About U)
[Chorus 2X]
Is you sick from the dick or is it the flu'
It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew
Every other city we go and every video
Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe
You think it's all about you'
Well, boo, I gets down like Dru and my nasty new niggas, too
You couldn't hold me back
It'll take a fatter track, a lyrical attack
Or perhaps it was a visual bluff
When I started to snaps all your ''
Straight in control
'Flows are full'
Why hold a cold stroll'
Coldest set
I told you I'm as gold
And that's gold diggin
Cold diggin a ''
I slide in easily
Dried up easily
Sluts know the cuts
I came to fuck
Try squeazin me
Runnin up in this
It's like '' when I bring ya the most
I fuck a bitch from the West coast
[Chorus 4X]
(You know what I'm saying')
Every other city we go
I see the same hoes
In the studio, that kickin it in the video
It's gotta be the same ass and thighs
But you's a groupie baby, and don't look surprised
I can see it in your eyes, that you ain't nothing but a trick
Hanging with us, for some superstar dick
Want an autograph placed on her napkin
After she asks "Ain't you the Top Dogg and don't you be rappin'"
She know whats crackin
Peep shows like Luke
From the limos, down to the Lexus coupes
We be flossin, and all females love that
Especially when you're dope, platinum, and your own '
So when I met you
I really didn't have to say much
Cause me alone
Just made you want to taste and touch
Don't be trippin if I run up in you and your whole crew
I'ma still let you know girl, that it's all about you
2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted | 2 Pac
Talking:
(Up outta there!)
Pac: Haha...
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party...(turn that shit up G)
Pac: Oh shit...
Snoop: You done fucked up now...
Pac: You done just put to of Amerikaz most wanted in the
same mothafuckin' place at the same mothafuckin' time.
Y'all niggaz 'bout to feel this. Break out the champagne
glasses and the mothafuckin' condoms. Have one on us a'ight'
Verse 1
Pac: Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture bomb the
hoochies wit' precision my intentions to get richer, with
the S-N-Double O-P Dogg my fuckin' homey you's a cold ass
nigga on them hogs.
Snoop: Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got
me on the run, now I'm back in the court room waitin' on
the outcome. Free 2pac is all that's on that nigga's
mind but at the same time it seem they tryin' to take mine,
so Ima' get smart and get defensive and shit and put
together 'million march for some gangsa shit...
2pac: So now they got us laced, 2 multi-millionaire
mothafuckas catchin' cases. Bitches get ready for the
throwdown the shit's about to go down, (ughh!) me 'n
Snoop about to clown. I'm losin' my religion, I vicious
on these stool pigeons, ya might be deep in the game but
'cha got the rules missin'. Niggas be actin' like they
savage, they out to get the cabbage I got nothin' but love
for my niggas livin' lavish.
Snoop: I got a Pit named P, she niggarino. I got a house
on the hills, right next to Chino. And I, think I got a
black Beamer, but my dream is to own a fly Casino, like
Bugsy Seagal and do it all illegal, and get scooped up by
the lil' homie in the Regal (mmh!). It feels good to you
baby bubba, you see ya' vicious for the G's and the keys
mothafucka.
2pac: Now holla as we ride, mothafuck the rest 2 of the
best from the West Side. And I can make you famous, niggaz
been dyin' for years so how can they blame us' I live in
fear of a felony, I never stop bailin' these...mothafuckin'
G's! If you got it, better flaunt it; another warrant, 2
of Amerikaz most wanted.
Chorus:
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin' but a gangta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin' but a gangsta party,
it ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangsta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin' but a gangsta party,
it ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangsta party.
Verse 2:
2pac: Now give me 50 feet, the fleet is not my destiny
release me to the streets and keep whatever's left of me.
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief, ya better be
prepared when you cowards fuck with me. (How does it
feel') These niggas must be crazy word, there ain't no
mercy mothafuckers, you can't fade the thug. (Right...)
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, gangbangin', everybody in
the party doing dope-slangin'. Ya got to have papers in
this world, ya might get yo' first snatch before your
eyez swirl. Ya doin' ya job, everyday, and then you work
so hard til' your hair turn gray. Let me tell you 'bout
life, and the way it is, you see we live by the gun so
we die by the gun's kids.
2pac: You tell me not to roll with my glock, now I got
to get away, floatin' in the black Benz (beotch!) tryin'
to do shit today! They wonder how I live with 5 shots,
niggas is hard to kill on my block. Scheme for policy
and dope related, affiliated with tha hustlas so we made
it. No askin' questions, I'm trying to get upon it. My
nigga dog, eternally the most wanted.
Chorus:
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin' but a gangta party,
it ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangsta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin' but a gangsta party,
it ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangsta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin' but a gangsta party,
it ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangsta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin' but a gangsta party,
it ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangsta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
Beotch!!
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
Death rowww!!!! (echoes)
(Up outta there!)
Pac: Haha...
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party...(turn that shit up G)
Pac: Oh shit...
Snoop: You done fucked up now...
Pac: You done just put to of Amerikaz most wanted in the
same mothafuckin' place at the same mothafuckin' time.
Y'all niggaz 'bout to feel this. Break out the champagne
glasses and the mothafuckin' condoms. Have one on us a'ight'
Verse 1
Pac: Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture bomb the
hoochies wit' precision my intentions to get richer, with
the S-N-Double O-P Dogg my fuckin' homey you's a cold ass
nigga on them hogs.
Snoop: Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got
me on the run, now I'm back in the court room waitin' on
the outcome. Free 2pac is all that's on that nigga's
mind but at the same time it seem they tryin' to take mine,
so Ima' get smart and get defensive and shit and put
together 'million march for some gangsa shit...
2pac: So now they got us laced, 2 multi-millionaire
mothafuckas catchin' cases. Bitches get ready for the
throwdown the shit's about to go down, (ughh!) me 'n
Snoop about to clown. I'm losin' my religion, I vicious
on these stool pigeons, ya might be deep in the game but
'cha got the rules missin'. Niggas be actin' like they
savage, they out to get the cabbage I got nothin' but love
for my niggas livin' lavish.
Snoop: I got a Pit named P, she niggarino. I got a house
on the hills, right next to Chino. And I, think I got a
black Beamer, but my dream is to own a fly Casino, like
Bugsy Seagal and do it all illegal, and get scooped up by
the lil' homie in the Regal (mmh!). It feels good to you
baby bubba, you see ya' vicious for the G's and the keys
mothafucka.
2pac: Now holla as we ride, mothafuck the rest 2 of the
best from the West Side. And I can make you famous, niggaz
been dyin' for years so how can they blame us' I live in
fear of a felony, I never stop bailin' these...mothafuckin'
G's! If you got it, better flaunt it; another warrant, 2
of Amerikaz most wanted.
Chorus:
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin' but a gangta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin' but a gangsta party,
it ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangsta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin' but a gangsta party,
it ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangsta party.
Verse 2:
2pac: Now give me 50 feet, the fleet is not my destiny
release me to the streets and keep whatever's left of me.
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief, ya better be
prepared when you cowards fuck with me. (How does it
feel') These niggas must be crazy word, there ain't no
mercy mothafuckers, you can't fade the thug. (Right...)
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, gangbangin', everybody in
the party doing dope-slangin'. Ya got to have papers in
this world, ya might get yo' first snatch before your
eyez swirl. Ya doin' ya job, everyday, and then you work
so hard til' your hair turn gray. Let me tell you 'bout
life, and the way it is, you see we live by the gun so
we die by the gun's kids.
2pac: You tell me not to roll with my glock, now I got
to get away, floatin' in the black Benz (beotch!) tryin'
to do shit today! They wonder how I live with 5 shots,
niggas is hard to kill on my block. Scheme for policy
and dope related, affiliated with tha hustlas so we made
it. No askin' questions, I'm trying to get upon it. My
nigga dog, eternally the most wanted.
Chorus:
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin' but a gangta party,
it ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangsta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin' but a gangsta party,
it ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangsta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin' but a gangsta party,
it ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangsta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin' but a gangsta party,
it ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangsta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
Beotch!!
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party.
Death rowww!!!! (echoes)
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Young Black Male | 2 Pac
[Featuring Treach, Riddler]
[2Pac]
Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me'
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these narcs
be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been movin these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killas on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low
Although I'm young, I'm still comin up
I'm gettin paid, pullin raises on niggas when they runnin up
The first to pull a strap when there's drama
Busta, you ain't heard'
I've been slicin motherfuckerss since I lost my momma
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocked, G, and they don't quit until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game
*Chorus*
[Treach]
Without no doubt I ain't no slouch and it ain't time to back down
So I jumps in and try to stop-a and watch-a
Slap you cock-eyed like Popeye fucks spinach
Forgotten more shit than most crews ever know, or ever knew
Was born with 7 flows and only heaven knew
For beat the boot sex, the news breaks, the you shakes
Worse, they heard we got more nerve than a 2-fake
Yoo-hoo to you crew and you too so you knew
I'm from Jersey and I'm a teen so your block more than you do
Whose the new crew'
Show me your neck brotha, and here's another
Smack your mother's mamma's mother
In the first mob of all those other crack lovers
Back was bitch-ass, trick ass, cluk-clow-cluk-clow
How ya like me then, how ya like me, hey-ho, how ya like me now'
Ow, pow, hurt, don't it' Bow, bow, don't run up on it
The same thing minus "P" hangin possies like an exponent
Oh yes, rock in slums, ya gots to run it
It makes no sense to smell like shit
If old ass George could be Washing-tons
*Chorus*
[Riddler]
Now I be loyal to my niggas on the blocks, just buckin the shots
And packin the glocks
and dodgin the cops, and takin over niggas spots
Poppin after poppin the fools be droppin, the hoes be hoppin
On my thing cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim
You lookin grim, is it me or him or him
Or be with me, we be together
So what's up' We can do whatever
Cause real niggas stick together
Till they make it up to heaven
Through the stress, through the hell, through the 1-8-7
The shorter the nigga, the bigga the trigga
The deeper they dig the ditch-a
The Naughty the Treach
then through to the Pac I brings the glock I wets up
You fuckin body, Im like, Oh my Gody
Did I really shoot him' Yo I shot him
So got him, now I puts the crime behind me
And finds me, a place to lays my head low
I lives doin my rap, but I dies for my hood row
So all you fuckin fools better recognize, and know my fuckin name
I be Riddler to my niggas and Im loyal to the game
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me'
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these narcs
be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been movin these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killas on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low
Although I'm young, I'm still comin up
I'm gettin paid, pullin raises on niggas when they runnin up
The first to pull a strap when there's drama
Busta, you ain't heard'
I've been slicin motherfuckerss since I lost my momma
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocked, G, and they don't quit until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game
*Chorus*
[Treach]
Without no doubt I ain't no slouch and it ain't time to back down
So I jumps in and try to stop-a and watch-a
Slap you cock-eyed like Popeye fucks spinach
Forgotten more shit than most crews ever know, or ever knew
Was born with 7 flows and only heaven knew
For beat the boot sex, the news breaks, the you shakes
Worse, they heard we got more nerve than a 2-fake
Yoo-hoo to you crew and you too so you knew
I'm from Jersey and I'm a teen so your block more than you do
Whose the new crew'
Show me your neck brotha, and here's another
Smack your mother's mamma's mother
In the first mob of all those other crack lovers
Back was bitch-ass, trick ass, cluk-clow-cluk-clow
How ya like me then, how ya like me, hey-ho, how ya like me now'
Ow, pow, hurt, don't it' Bow, bow, don't run up on it
The same thing minus "P" hangin possies like an exponent
Oh yes, rock in slums, ya gots to run it
It makes no sense to smell like shit
If old ass George could be Washing-tons
*Chorus*
[Riddler]
Now I be loyal to my niggas on the blocks, just buckin the shots
And packin the glocks
and dodgin the cops, and takin over niggas spots
Poppin after poppin the fools be droppin, the hoes be hoppin
On my thing cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim
You lookin grim, is it me or him or him
Or be with me, we be together
So what's up' We can do whatever
Cause real niggas stick together
Till they make it up to heaven
Through the stress, through the hell, through the 1-8-7
The shorter the nigga, the bigga the trigga
The deeper they dig the ditch-a
The Naughty the Treach
then through to the Pac I brings the glock I wets up
You fuckin body, Im like, Oh my Gody
Did I really shoot him' Yo I shot him
So got him, now I puts the crime behind me
And finds me, a place to lays my head low
I lives doin my rap, but I dies for my hood row
So all you fuckin fools better recognize, and know my fuckin name
I be Riddler to my niggas and Im loyal to the game
[Chorus]
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