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Yeah, ballad of a dead soulja
Its just the balled of a dead soulja This is the ballad of a dead soulja Ballad of a dead soulja The plan to take command of the whole family Though underhanded to be the man it was planned all my road doggs official mob figures love to act up the first to bomb when we rob niggaz I could be lost in my own mind to be the boss only thoughts grippin chrome nines niggaz get tossed up war scars battle field memories swore saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennessey talking to a nigga on the tight leash screaming fuck the police as I ride through the night streets little child running wild taught us danger watch the corner don't be alone death to all the strangers maybe I'm a mad man a pistol grabbing nigga i meet the sand man promise of merciless retaliation nothing is colder close your eyes hear the ballad of a dead soulja *(Thug for Life I will lead) Its just the balled of a dead soulja (A Life of Crime I will lead) Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soulja (You play the game you play to win) This just the balled of a dead soulja (it's a crazy world full of sin) Close your eyes Completely lost revenge at all costs pay backs a bitch switch now the tricks crossed tossed up and never to be heard of a single witness screaming bloody murder, murder blast tell me homey what ya see now a blind man and a dead body I'm meant to leave town And get my cash though Hook up wit Kastro Homey had to blast on the task force Stupid coppers tried to play us out 'member that they took my money and my stash time to get it them back haha I pull my secret arrival two glock four-fives time for survival death to my rivals tell me what you want lord? Nobody left after the death of a drug lord haha the situations critical Nothing is colder then hear the ballad of a dead souja *repeat Big coward put your hands to the moon when my glocks rang out the niggas came out BOOM who wanna see me in a challenge so merciless I'm terrifying niggas in my ballad do u feel me? Capo a couple time one day ill be the Don until then I remain strong my only fear of death is reincarnation busting at my adversaries like a mental patient To all my niggaz facing sixty years Sheding tattoo tears another suicidal on the peer take a private plane trying to survive the game for all my homies that'll never be alive again All they promised us is death nigga take a breath could be the last one left nigga its real now, uh feel it and fantasies ain't nothing colder listen you can hear it, the ballad of a dead soulja *repeat This go out to Kato, Mentor (This is the ballad of the dead soulja) All the niggaz that have passed away (Close your eyes, Ballad of a Dead Souljah) Mutulu, Geronimo, Seyku All the down ass ridahz All the niggaz that put it down All the souljaz All the niggaz that go through that day to day struggle (This is the ballad of the dead soulja) All the niggaz that passed on All the niggaz with ambition and money in their heart All the niggaz want some and that dont take none, hahaha (This is the ballad of the dead soulja) The police is so scared of us All the feds, they don't hear us They wanna see us dead, They got pictures of a nigga hit (Ballad of the dead soulja) Try and see me in chains Shit, them niggaz will never breath again Before they put me in a cell they'll see me in hell (Cos this Ballad of the dead soulja) Got my pistols cocked Run the whole mutha fucken block Fuck the cops The police, we run these streets nigga (And this Ballad of the dead soulja) Heh, these niggaz cant see me Half the world wanna be me Multi-millionare Shit, it ain't fair But nigga you know It's the ballad of a dead soulja |
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oh, who hoo hoo
live from the crazy house you heard that shit nigga live from the crazy house yo that nigga be crazy as hell (hey yo, what you doing with that big ass nigga anyway ?) my ghetto love song (set it off, set it off) lets be friends mixed together: (where my niggaz at, where my niggaz, where my niggaz, where my niggaz, where my niggaz at) (where my real niggaz at, all my real niggaz, throw you mother fucking hands up) (c'mon, lets go, lets go, lets go, lets see you throw you hands in the air, throw em, throw em, throw em) (west side in this mother fucker right here, west side) (throw you hands in the air, let me see you just throw you hands in the air) (Verse 1) approach you and posed a minute all on my double R tinted as you pass bye winkin' my eye freshly scented what's the haps baby, look get with me and perhaps lady you can help me multiply my stacks baby currency seems small I need companionship do with that scandalous shit I bet your man ain't shit so why you hesitating, actin' like your shit don't stink check out my diamonds bitch everyone gon' blink this be a thug thing, outlaw nigga with riches cream dreamin' mutha fucka on a mash for bitches check my resume, sippin' on crystal and alizee smoking on big weed, key'd the Cali way don't like trickin' but I'll buy you a fit I can't stand no sneaker wearing, nappy haired bitch let my pedigree read briefly their so cheap puttin bitch made bustas to sleep with no grief mash on my so called car who the man while I'm thuggin' on your main bitch hand (west side) understand this, ain't no nigga like me fuck Jay-Z he broke and I smoke dearly (C'mon y'all) baby lets be friends (Chorus) lets be friends (where my niggaz at c'mon) you ain't gotta by my man at all as long as you just give me your friends (all my niggaz c'mon) while you trickin' on them other hoes lets be friends (where the bitches that want a nigga with money, where you at baby?) (hu, huh) Lets be friends you ain't gotta by my man at all as long as you just give me your friends (cash making hoe's) while you trickin' on them other hoes lets be ... (Verse 2) I met you and I stuttered in passion though slightly blinded but at last, it was hard to keep my dick in my pants every time you pass, got me checking for you hardcore staring and watching me and you one on one, picture countless options was it prophecy, clear as day? visions on top of me erotic, psychotic, would possess my body far from a crush I wanna bust your guts and touch everything inside you, from my head to my nuts you got my sweatin' like a fat girl going for mine just a skinny nigga fuckin like she stole my mind back in time, I recall how she used to be I guess money and fame made ya used to me what's up in 96? lying tricks in drag fuck Dre tell that bitch he can kiss my ass back to you my pretty ass, caramal queen got my hands on your thighs now let me in between as friends (Chorus) lets be friends (west side in this mother fucker right here) You ain't gotta by my man at all as long as you just give me your friends (west side in this mother fucker) while you trickin' on them other hoes lets be friends (west side in this mother fucker right here) Lets be friends You ain't gotta by my man at all as long as you just give me your friends (in this mother fucker right here) while you trickin' on them other hoes (Verse 3) can you image in me in player mode? rush the tricks I got em, ready for a booty call I fucked your bitch was it me or the fame? my dick or the game? bet I screamed west side when I came (WESTSIIIIDE!) scream my name cause baby it's delicious got a weak spot for pretty bitches up and down, similar to switches my movement, baby let your back dip into it make it fluent in and out, all around when a nigga do it you got me high, let me come inside love it when you get on top, baby let me ride who wanna stop me? in my top notch fucking player hating niggaz cause they cock block you probably hate to see a real thug envisioned with the game rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change? made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed a bad seed turned good, in this world of g's baby got me fantasizing of seeing you naked it's a fuck song, so check my record and lets be friends where my niggaz at? (ahahahaha) show me where my niggaz at where my bitches at? thugstyle lets be friends where my niggaz at? (huh,huh) where my bitches at? throw your guns in the air friends my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on lets be friends where my niggaz at? (huh,huh) where my bitches at? where my niggaz at? friends where my niggaz at? where my bitches at? where my people at? Lets be where my people at?, Show me where my people at. where my people at?, Show me where my people at. where my people at?, Show me where my people at. all my niggaz now, just my niggaz come. where my niggaz at? just my niggaz now. be friends, tell me where my niggaz at? be friends, tell me where my bitches at? be friends, tell me where my people at? make money, take money be friends (Chorus) Friends (get your cash on) (lets get money) You ain't gotta by my man at all as long as you just give me your friends (c'mon, get your cash on) while you trickin' on them other hoes (lets get paid) lets be friends (c'mon, get your cash on) You ain't gotta by my man at all (lets get paid) as long as you just give me your friends (c'mon, get your cash on) while you trickin' on them other hoes (lets get paid) make money, take money make money, take money make money, take money make money, take money |
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| 3. |
| 3:44 |
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Fuckin lil' homies..
Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies My lil' homies.. Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies [2Pac] Just pay attention Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin Lil' bad young motherfucker, gotta love him You catch him in his G ride, clutchin his glock Screamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherfucker) bustin on my enemy's block Educated on these cold streets Gettin money makin dummies out the police, ain't no peace for an adolescent nigga to rap, so be a thinker Bud smokin twenty-four seven, everyday drinker Got my diploma but I never learned shit in school Mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder fool Always the young niggaz gettin in shit She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch (BIATCH) Bustin on paper thin motherfuckers Drinkin gin 'fore you get to sinnin on them busters Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies [Chorus: repeat 2X] Lil' homies on the ride Niggaz gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight (my lil' homies) Lil' homies on the mash Runnin from these punk police, cause lil' niggaz run the streets (my fuckin lil' homies) [2Pac] I remember.. when you was just a lil' G Flirting with death, playin Russian Roulette, screamin KILL ME! Hey there young nigga, what you smokin on? Mad at the world cause you came from a broken home Love to squad plus your mob is sick A bunch of adolescent niggaz spittin major shit Tell me, young nigga if ya die let me know Would your heart feel pain, watchin as your mother cries? Will all your homies ride? Or will they all get high, and talk about how you died? Young niggaz on a mission to compete Gettin G's, packin heat, bringin havoc to the fuckin streets Nobody knows why he took a fo'-fo' and loaded up on the whole front row (BUCK BUCK, BUCK BUCK!!) Try to tell him but he act like he don't know me Pull out his pistol and show me, my lil' homie [Chorus] [2Pac - over Chorus] Hahaha, whassup nigga? YEAH! You lil' bad motherfuckers You motherfuckers know what time it is Yeah nigga! Juvenile delinquent-ass motherfuckers Under eighteen.. better protect that shit! [2Pac] First to bomb, sixteen on death row Bustin on them phony motherfuckers cause the big homey said so Niggaz knew I was a nut case, quick to blast Livin underage, but he'll blaze on yo' bitch ass Is there a heaven for a G? And if it is, will I finally get to be at peace? On these streets ain't no peace, shell-shocked souls makin money off of crack sales, young black males Unable to change cause it's a cycle Plus nobody knows.. the evil that they might do Lil' Moo, Big Yak, K. Kastro Big mouth Hussein, call them Outlawz Tellin the world to be equipped When these young motherfuckers rip shit, they don't quit Drew down on me, pull a pound on me Bust like he didn't know me, my lil' homies [Chorus] [2Pac - over Chorus] Whassup nigga let's do this shit! My lil' homies! Lil' bad-ass motherfuckin adolescent niggaz! My lil' homies! What the fuck you niggaz wanna do? WHAT NIGGA? My fuckin lil' homies Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my fuckin lil' homies [Chorus] [2Pac - over Chorus] Juvenile delinquents ready to BUST on you motherfuckers What the fuck you niggaz wanna do nigga?! Nigga take yo' shit on, lil' homies! We robbin motherfuckers nigga, Thug Life, Outlawwwwz! Wessyde! You know what time it is, my lil' homies! [2Pac as Chorus fades out] You know what the fuck you gotta do nigga, Outlawz nigga My lil' homies.. |
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| 4:53 |
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Yo Quiero
Yo Quiero Cojer Yo Quiero Cojer (Spanish: I wanna fuck you) I'll let your ass have it Take care of business Oh for real Ghetto chorette (Verse 1 - Tupac) Now you been acting like you want it for a long time All up in a nigga face, giving me them strong vibes Look in my eyes and you'll find peace A Gemini so you really blow my mind freak C'mon I got my clothes off, hard as a nigga in jail Skinny niggaz throw the dick well Everybody get they condoms, rubber cause it's time to fuck Hurry up and put it on nigga time is up What's next? Got my mind on some group sex Where you going baby I ain't even through yet Do it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya In and out make it good to ya Remember me? I love fucking slow with the lights low Black, Puerto Rican, even white hoes Felice Amor, Que Linda, Dame Veso (Spanish: Sweet love, your a cutie, give me a kiss) Come to poppy Fuckin' till the shit is sloppy (sloppy) If you really want it (Chorus) (If you really want it) Tupac you know If you really want it (x6) (If you really want it) I really want it Yeah Alright, all my real niggaz and my real bitches, let me see you do it like this C'Mon Rock ya, body body x7 We came to Rock ya, body body x7 We came to (Verse 2 - SKG) Daddy rock a playa body till I tell you to stop Hit the right spot, if not, leave some money and kick rocks I'm a thug hoe, I need a thug nigga up inside me A playa that can ride me, a cat that can buy me Make a jazzy hoe like me, bust a sweat Hit it from the back, grab me by my neck Demand your respect I'm not an on my back hoe I rock a dick and hit it to the core Bustin', twisting nuts (censored), hit em up I'm a Sagittarius freak My real hoes feel me Legs open wide, nigga dick inside I barely ride tonight's the night for you to hit it doggy style Lay me on my stomach while I'm counting out hundreds Fake bitches front like they don't wanna keep it real But you know you want a thug nigga just to see how it feel Hoes wanna rock Gabbana, Dolce and Versace Let me rock your body mouth on my (censored) call you papi (Chorus) Rock ya, body body Rock ya, body (yeah) Rock ya, body body Rock ya, body (yeah) Ya like that? Yeah. Yeah. Rock ya, body body Rock ya, body (Y'all want that) Rock ya, body body Rock ya, body Yeah. Yeah. Y'all feel me Damn Rock ya, body Do it. Do it. Rock ya, body Do it. Do it. Yeah, uh, c'mon, uh. Rock ya, body body x6 Yeah, I'm a hit it too Rock ya, body body x3 Rock (Verse 3 - Tupac) See, it all started simple Turning me licking your nipples Fucking you doggy style to this instrumental Hands up All up inside your head I could stand you Eyes open I don't plan to bust, just hold on Baby let me zone in What do you mean, can you scream, let it go, biatch How does it feel? Gotta nigga like steel in ya To keep going on, fucking like I'm killing ya Lets go another round Baby is you down really Two shots of esctasy Lick a nigga down silly Your body next to me I can touch you inside, and you'll cry So good when a nigga leave, you'll die My mama told baby be a man put it on a hit On bitches like switches coming around the corner I wanna let me get my ride on It's your dick baby but it's my song If you really want it (Chorus) Rock ya, body body Rock ya, body Rock ya, body body If you really want it If you really want it (Tupac talking) Gotta send this out to all the freaky bitches Definitely all the Scorpio's and the Gemini's, and the Virgo's You know I know the truth about you Scorpio's and you Virgo's No doubt gotta give it to the Capricorns They some freaks too on the down down The Libra's, they like it even but they still like fucking. No doubt. Aquarius's, Libra's, that said though Leos, they some freaks Leos is freaks, they always wanna run shit in bed Sagittarius, Taurus, Cancers All you freaky fucks I'm a Zodiac fucker I do you all one at a time and all down the line Lets get busy |
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| 4:17 |
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I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug
Fiendin for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was Picture a nigga on the verge of livin insane I sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang Now tell if I'm wrong but sayin "Fuck the world" got you deeper in my songs Drinkin 'til I earl, spendin money 'til it's gone It's the good life - maybe niggaz got it goin on Now maybe if I died, and came back, wouldn't have to slang crack Addicted to the game, so obviously we came strapped Please forgive me for my wicked ways, fuck a bitch Bad Boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin this Lord have mercy it's a slaughter So wicked that my tracks is wettin niggaz like it's water I learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights But I'm a baller now, nigga, I live the good life *This is the good life, fuck my foes God bless the dumb niggaz that, trust them hoes Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise and live the good life, cause thug niggaz don't die We live the good life, fuck my foes God bless the dumb niggaz that, trust these hoes Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise and live the good life, cause thug niggaz don't die No one knows what the, future holds, but you Haha.. listen close They say reach in yo' heart and you'll find your mind Every day in the streets, got my foresight blind My after time is narrow, peepin down the barrel of a foe Just a nigga or a killer I don't know so who makes the call will I fall a victim like the rest? Slug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I'm gone Send me home all alone in these cold streets In desperation constantly drinkin and I can't sleep Neck deep strugglin tryin to survive SOme wanna die I wanna stay alive, eyes on the prize Let me modify this whole region I declare this sucker duckin season, give me the reason why I should change, into a softie .. after living so loftily It cost me my soul out of control in a devil's world Me, my niggaz, and my girl - livin the good life! *Repeat I spend my days and nights not knowin if, strays in flight gon' finally catch me, it's the good life, can you hear me? Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake up Last night we off the hook, doin way too much But it's the fast lane only, big dealin big ceiling All for the money, some kill some squeal All for the money, most ain't even real but we still call 'em homies, now what the fuck is that? Fake love, fake thugs are, all in the game I watch 'em all plot and fall while we come up and gain Outlaw never surrender is the call when you hear us comin Better start to get to runnin 'fore my click get to gunnin Still in the midst of all the stress and pain I'm still tryin to get a hold of the game, livin that good life *Repeat (x2) |
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To my unborn child
To my unborn, child In case I don't make it Just remember daddy loves you I did everything I could to make things good for you So don't worry about it To my unborn You know daddy loves you Now ever since my birth, I've been cursed since I was born to wile In case I never get to holler at my unborn child Many things learned in prison Blessed to be still livin' Tryin' to earn every penny that I'm gettin' Reminiscin' to the beginnin' of my mission When I was conceived and became to be in this position My mama was a panther, loud Single parent but she growled When she witnessed baby boy rippin' wild I went to school but I dropped out And left the house cuz my mama says I'm good for nothin' So I'm out, since I only got one life to live God forgive me for my sins Let me make it and I'll never steal again Or deal again My only friend is my misery Wantin' revenge for the agony they did to me See my life ain't promised but it sure get better Hope you understand my love letter To my unborn child * I'm writing you a letter (To my unborn) This is for my unborn child (To my unborn child) Wanna let you know I love you Love you Wanna let you know I feel this way (To my un born) Cuz I think about you every day (To my unborn child) I have so much to say So complicated to escape fate And you can never understand till we trade places Tell the world I've been guilty to bein' anxious Ain't no way in hell, that I could ever be a rapist It's time to face this, cold world on a good day When will they let the little kids in the hood play? I got shot 5 times but I'm still breathin' Livin' proof there's a God if you need a reason God believe in my own fate Will I raise my kids in the right or the wrong way Dear mama I'ma man now I wanna make it on my own not a hand out Make way for a whirlwind prophesized I wanna go in peace When I gotta die On these cold streets Ain't no love, no mercy and no friends In case you never see my face again To my unborn child * Repeat Dear Lord can you hear me? Tell me what to say to my unborn seed In case I pass away will my child get to feel loved Or are we all just cursed to be street thugs Cuz bein' black hurts And even worse if you speak first Live my life as an outlaw What could be worse Cuz maybe if I tried to change Who am I kiddin'? I'm a thug till I die I'm a ride maintain, touch base, eat lunch In plush places, regular criminal oasis awaits us If there's a heaven for true thugs I'll see you there And I'm sorry for not bein' there Just know, your daddy was a soldier Me against the world Bless the boys and all my little girls To the Lord I'm eternal Restin' in peace Please take care of all my seeds And my unborn child * Repeat Please take care of all my kids And my unborn child To my unborn child This letter goes out to my seeds that I might not get to see Cuz for this lifestyle Just know your daddy loved you Got nothin' but love for you And all I wanted was for you to have a better life than I Cuz I was out there on a 24 hour 365 grind When you get to my age you'll understand Just know I got love for you And I'll see you if there's a ghetto in heaven If there's a ghetto heaven I'll be there waitin' for you Heh heh Take care Run wild, but be smart Follow the rules fo the game I know sometimes there's confusion Rules of the game is gonna get you through it, all day every day Watch out for these snakes and fakes Snakes come a dime a dozen Work hard Study Get your mind right |
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Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin?
Tell me nigga.. tell me Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin? *Stress, but busta free Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin Bustin, my automatic rounds Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherfucker breathin *Repeat Woke up with fifty enemies plottin my death All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chest Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin in my vest Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops A thug nigga screamin Westside, bustin double glocks Hittin corners in my Chevy Surburban Liquor got me drivin up on the curb, hand on the steerin wheel swervin Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm livin in hell Just let me live on the streets, cause ain't no peace for me in jail Gettin world-wide exposure with a bunch of niggaz that don't give a FUCK, ridin as my soldiers I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy killer, huh Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin I murdered all them bustas now I'm the last motherfucker breathin *Repeat Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt For all my soldiers gone, we burnin the earth Outlawz WORLDWIDE, we pack the block Shootin rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for 'Pac Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here Stale down here, too many jails down here Why you act like you don't hear me? Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these motherfuckers kill me I'm still breathin Now we was raised, "Fuck this life," I rose my right Holdin on a tight grip with death in my sight And the dark is my light, I'm cynical, sleepwalkin as a true Walk around town with a pound full of, bitter food Came a long way from my born day, dead away where there's war play Fuck friends I'll say, rather die for my A-K with these fag-ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz Only ride my dick and the skin of my mash-ass niggaz Breathin! *Repeat Uhh, I walk around with a knife in my back Talkin bout a bad day, I live a life like that It's unfair, and I'm losin my hair, blastin hooligans Catch me, I'm fallin out flat, yo I'm ruined and breathin in sewer stench, no one give a fuck about me I leaned to like it like that, when I was still in mommy The side of seedy that the devil run from In the belly of the beast, that's where the fuck we come from And still I'm breathin! And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this Just lost two of my closest na'r one of y'all can take this But I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain We number one motherfucker bout to do it again Shit, 'Pac still doin it, you hoes can't ruin it Two million everytime he drop I know you fuckers losin it We movin in - for the kill, for a meal, holdin steel Hold the wheel I'm bout to give these niggaz somethin they can feel Fakin real, but we the raw and uncut Style-bitin thug lyin niggaz, give it up! We hit 'em up! (and we still breathin.. and we still breathin..) Tell 'em nigga.. tell 'em (and we still breathin..) Who'll be the last motherfuckers breathin? *Repeat (x2) |
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We going all out, aight, we going all out, aight, we going all out
Watch your mother fucking mouths niggas That's right Fuck these fed Niggas Pac Do it, Do it, Do it. (Tupac) Come hell or high water Down to slaughter opposes Just another lost soul stuck callin Jehova Outlaw til' it's over Brandish my strap, back like a cobra I stay drunk cause I'ma mad man We're never sober On a one man mission My ambitions to hold up the rap game While I plug holes in niggas like doughnuts And still Down to die for all my souljahs, like hillbillies They don't feel me So we fued Bringin' war to the city With each breath Death before dishonor Never let you swallow me No apologies, your honor A general in war I'm the first to bomb With a squad of trusted killers quick to move shit, heavily armed I'm similar to Saddam Sometimes I question Hussein Like fiends fighting for that last vein, stuck in the game I hit the scene like sand storms Then transform Watch me, I take a figga of thirty niggaz, who all got me While bitches wondering, who shot me, no love Keep a grudge, shooting slugs like Muammar Qadaafi Murdered my friend built a new posse We takin shots at paparazzi Gon fly now Nigga like Rocky You got a lot of nerve to play me Another gay rapper Bustin' caps at Jay-Z (buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck) And still avoid capture While you all caught up in the rapture Still after me I'm in Jamaica sippin' daiquiris No doubt We used to havin' nothing Then grabbin something and bustin Wanted to be the thug nigga That my old man wasn't I came to a fear catchin' cases, litigation Niggaz playa hatin' Got me crooked in all 50 states I'm screaming Death Row Throwing Westside Ain't no thang We was raised off drive-by's Brought up to bang We claim mob M-O-B., if you be specific We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific And get this I'm hard to kill When I bill with this live spot Father How the hell did I survive, these 5 shots? Live it up or give it up and like demons Late night, hear em screaming We going All Out (Chorus) We going All Out Bomb first till they fall out Take them the war route With out a doubt War, which means, we all ride if it's on Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong If you got bills to pay Nigga go all out Busta's playing with your papes Better go all out Trying to see the next day Nigga go all out Obstacles in your way Better go all out (Napoleon) I'm on my land sled Walking through the belly of the beast Feeling like I'm all out, drunk as can be It's plain to see, who are mob niggas hiding in bushes Claiming that they ride but they softer than cushion They softer than bitches in worst way drowning in blood Outlawz my blood brothers I'd die for these thugs Say hi to these slugs It's a shame how some niggas on the west coast Who was riding with Pac But when he died they went pop I mob the Jers' to the fullest lots of west coast love But after Pac stopped rapping ain't no west coast thugs Just west coast what? To my real niggaz stuck in these street game These rappers like Jay-Z Who be pumping Kool-Aid through their veins It's true what I'm saying Slap your soft ass to the floor And watch my 4-4 put three holes in your dome I Ride or Die While these other fag niggas be biting this It's all from my heart when I was writing this Now it's All Out (Chorus) (Kastro) We all ride And down to die Who with us? Speak up Or get treated like you coming to kill us They nothing but squealers In this rap game swearing they rough Tattoo'd up And now them nigga swearing they Pac Stop that and watch your back We ain't forgot about cha These glocks hot And when shot would bring the bitch up out cha It's me, Kastro With the goatee Walking like an OG Cause all these fag mother fuckas owe me I pray to thug lords, like the mother fuckers holy Frontline soldier, till the heavens, hold me I go all out And if you real you real Feel what I'm talking 'bout cause this game is real I live it Forbidden fruit and shoot till they feel it Living proof Pac breed niggaz they can't deal with Holler back, right back, and watch your mouth Or get blood in it What, we going all out nigga (Chorus) 2X Fool, you better go all out Keep going all out All my niggaz going all out Without a mother fucking doubt Ey, you niggaz just gone think you gon be a, talking slick on all these mother fucking records And we ain't gonna say shit, now it's 99, this is a different grind, (Don't disrespect the Don) It's still war mother fuckers So lets see you act like you know |
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Ha ha, niggas
Fucking with the wrong nigga My seductive introduction Be specific, still elusive But exclusives what I give you when I kick it And I'm still lifted Niggas can't get with Mr.Wicked Picture me flipping My adversaries getting the dick swiftly Niggas is swinging wild but they styles miss me You can bring that bitch with your whole click And still get treated shitty Business never personal, I'm up before the sun come up I'm tired Just a ghetto star A drop-top double R is what I'm riding Nigga if you was half the man your bitch was Bring your artillery When you come for me cause we sick thugs No hesitation when I pull and blast Cuz Syke was busting Plus Bo had em ducking screaming get they cash So... So now I got the law on me My phones tapped, so I had to send word through my little homies Tell them niggas just be here when they pull the trigger Shit This is what you get, for fucking with the wrong nigga This is what you get when your Fucking with the wrong nigga Ha ha, yeah nigga Peep Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray And thank the lord for giving me another fruitful day I wanna be a peaceful man, but still When niggas come for me, all I can see is getting em killed For real, it's how I feel Perfect my thoughts flowing on these reels Make my enemies deal with my steel, they caps peel We still cool, but you played yourself Give em the mack and make em spray yourself Hey Falling legends, clutching chrome 3-5-7 Putting two bullets to they dome Wanted to die in heaven While calling shots nobody real as clear its me Ain't trying to help the feds get a case for conspiracy Murder my foes, get disposed of We all homies till the death So my true niggas show me love God forgive me for my lifestyle A negative figure But why they fucking with the wrong nigga? You know, its like ... Why you fucking with the wrong nigga? I was raised by thugs Schooled by killers Learned my mathematic skills from real drug dealers Tried to rise but they tried me I guess they all had to die cause we tried peace I die on these streets Blast till they recognize Still do or die All my niggas getting high watching time fly Best strategize on a way to profit Best organize how you ride so they can't stop it Then keep it popping a lot of busters wanna see me fall I fucked your bitch and now this new shit gon' fade em all My niggas ball, made a call for some backup The little homies and my dogs in a black truck Buck Buck was the sound As they gats burst No need for ambulance Baby bring the black hearse Shoulda never fucked around buster How you figure making moves on the wrong nigga? This what it sounds like Bing, Bing, Bing When you fucking with the wrong nigga Niggas getting hit when they fucking with the wrong nigga Fucking with the wrong nigga |
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Ay come on JoJo ('Pac.. hahaha)
Yeah that type of shit (maybe it's the thug in me) You know what time it is (maybe it's the thug in me) By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game Made it through a tough childhood never be the same Walked in my daddy's shoes No time to be a peaceful man had to shatter fools That's 'til I put my eyes on you God damn, sweetheart you got some thighs on you Now I can't wait to get you home, get you all alone In my bedroom, baby can we bone, and get it on Tell me lady how you like me and if you want it harder baby, come and bite me but do it lightly; cause that excites me to let it pop And if you lick me right, I'll do it all night Only got fucked by a drug dealer Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga (haha) Though I like the way you scream when you lovin me I'm goin deep, it's the thug in me; so whatchu sayin girl? *A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you I got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you I got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you girl (*'Pac repeats "Maybe it's the thug in me" at various points) Moan baby when we bone it's on It's so strong niggaz in the next room'll cum I got ya head swingin, tongue kissin as I hit it from the back with the bed ringin (haha) Give me space as I lick ya face, stick the place Synchronize so I drive when they kick the bass Love fuckin in tha mo'nin I get ya wet and bust a sweat, then I'm gone Left you on yo' own girl Tell me what you feel like, blindfolded I'm cold do it real nice - that's if it feel right Maybe it's the thug in me I pull ya hair while we fuckin in the chair, when ya lovin me Up against the wall, you can have it all; just try Bet my kiss, can get you high, don't pass by Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin you Now open up and let me put the thug in you *Repeat Say baby what's your phone number? Be warned, I'm like a storm with my own thunder, I make the room rumble In and out long stroke, hold ya breath now Close your eyes deep throat - did you like it? Oooh I'm excited! Cause it's a party in my bedroom, you're invited - c'mon now Let me see ya shake your rump, tell me how long will it take to cum, havin fun Do it one on one and we can all get involved First y'all do me, then I'll fuck y'all When you call me the next day to get sexed by a nigga in the best way Yeah baby it's a price to pay, only play in the fast lane When you a hustler, motherfuck a cash came I gotcha goin wild, cause I'm lovin you Drugged out with this motherfuckin thug in you *Repeat (x2) I don't wanna talk, I don't want no explanations I don't got no motherfuckin explanations, y'knahmsayin? It's the thug in me Don't be askin why I'm pullin your hair and why I fuck so motherfuckin thuggish That thug passion, y'knahmean? Bitch, no mercy What you scared of? Didn't you come over here to get fucked? You ain't come over here for me to be strokin, and all that bullshit You came over here to get fucked Shit, if I ain't fuck you thug style Bitch you'd leave my house talkin bout, "Tupac can't serve me" Won't have me crossed up in that bullshit, hahaha Turn over! Maybe it's the thug in me! .. |
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Imagine if you could go back, actually talk to the
muthafuckas that put us here (ha ha ha)you know, the first muthafuckaz that came into the slave shit (excuse me, excuse me, look) We back for everything you owe, no longer opressed Cause now we over-throne those that placed us in this rotten mess Unless we agree on strategy and pick our enemies RIDE Who stands accused of the abuse my own kind to RIDE Pardon, not dis-reguaridin' what you thinkin' But you must abandon ship, cause once I rip, your whole shit is sinkin' Supreme autiology, you claim the whole Claimin' that we all drug-dealers with empy souls That you should tempt me to roll, commit to violence In the mists of an act of war, witnesses left silent Shatter, black tylin-style, thoughts I throw It remains in your brain, then ofcouse it grows Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise Picture a life where black babies can survive pass-fire But we must have hope, quotin' the reverend from the pope But refuse to turn the other cheek, we must defeat the evil coprait Lace me with words of destruction, and I'll explode But supply me with the will to survive, and watch the world grow This ain't my talkin' 'bout problems, I bring solution Wisdom, restitution, stipulated through the constitution You violated, now I'm back to haunt your nights Listen to the screams of the lives you sacrificed And incase you don't know, ghetto-born, black seeds still grow We comin' back for everything you owe I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me Muthafuckas are runnin' and duckin' (how do you pleed Mr. Shakur ? how do you pleed? how do I pleed? yes sir, how do you pleed? you know how I pleed, come on !!!) I'm a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality All my missles, guns, gernades, pull out the penn, free I'm comin', comin' Not guilty on the grounds of insanity, it was him or me Bustin' at my innocent family, say they lookin' for keys I was home alone, blind to the Prelude Bustin', talkin' bout "where is the quelos", "what you say fool !?!?" "Where in the hell is the search warrant !?!?" "no feed- back" is what he uttered Before he screamed "Nigga-muthafucka" Dropped me to my knees, I proceed to bleed Sufferin' them "Way-No" blows to my hands and knees Will I survive? as God whatchin' I grab his gat and bust in self defense, my only option God-damn... Now they got me goin' to the county jail And my family can't pay this outrageous bail Try to offer me a deal, they told me if I squeal Move me and my people to a mansion in Brazil Not me ! so this is how it ends, no friends I'll be stressed, and they just re-posess my Benz Told the judge it was self-defense, but he won't listen 'Till I'm bumpin' in some federal prision Givin' everything I owe I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me Muthafuckas are runnin' and duckin' I'm a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality All my missles, guns, gernades, pull out the penn, free I'm comin' I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me Muthafuckas are runnin' and duckin' I'm a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality All my missles, guns, gernades, pull out the penn, free I'm comin', comin', comin' |
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Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Some where inside my childhood I missed my heart die And even though we both came from the same places The money and the fame made us all change places How could it be through the misery That came to pass The hard times Can make a true friend afraid to ask For currency But you could run to me when you need me I'll never leave honestly, someone to believe in the shit we see It's a small thing through and true What could I do? Real homies help you get through And comin' new he'd do the same thang if he could Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good And happy times we be actin' up call the cops Bringin' the cease to the peace that was on my block It never stops, when my mama ask me will I change I tell her yeah but it's clear I'll always be the same Until the end of time *Change, these broken wings I need your hands to come and heal me once again So I can fly Until the End of Time Until the End of Time Till the End of Time Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids So you know, I don't hang around the house much This all night money makin' got me outta touch, shit Ain't flashed a smile in a long while An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto child's My attitude got me walkin' solo Ride out alone in my low-low Watchin' the whole world move in slow mo For quite times disappear listen to the ocean Smokin' ports think my thoughts Then it's back to coastin' Who can I trust in this cold world My phony homey had a baby by my own girl But I ain't trippin' I'm a playa I ain't sweatin' him I sex his sister had her mumbling like a Mexican His next of kin No remorse it was meant to happen Besides rapin' the only thing I did good was scrappin' Until the end of time *repeat *repeat Ha ha Now who's to say if I was right or wrong? To life my life as an Outlaw all alone Remain strong in this planet full of playa hatas They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators And in the end drinkin' Hennessey made all my enemies envy me So go when I flow illuminatin' easily Falls to they knees They plead for they right to breath While beggin' me to keep the peace Ha ha Well I can see close into achieve In times of danger don't freeze time to be a chief Follow my lead I supply everything you need An ounce of game and the trainin' to make a G Remember me as an outcast outlaw Another album out that's what I'm about, more Gettin' raw 'till the day I see my casket Buried as a G while the whole world remembers me Until the end of time *repeat *repeat And the angel comes down and takes me away Memories of me And my son's alone to stay Inside Until the End of Time Till the end of time Maybe it's the thug in me |
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(Chorus 2X: 2Pac)
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches (2Pac) Thugs known to bust on sight God bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin that thug life Been raised in violence homicide's my lullaby Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die Boss players you wonder why I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride Bitches and niggaz in penitentiary suits I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime My time as a shorty was full of car chases While runnin with John Gotti's and Scarface's Niggas knew, I'd be the Don of my own crew A million niggaz with automatics who swarm through You wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alert Cause we comin' for you, and keep it money over bitches (Chorus 2X: 2Pac) Nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches (Keep it money over bitches) Nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks M.O.B. and you know we keep it money over bitches (Fatal) I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot 'til you drop All you wannabe cops, you don't wanna see shots I beef deep with the police, peep what these streets do to me Actin all new to me I creep on you like puberty You don't wanna see the bad image of this scrimmage From here to East Greenwich through every state with a sentence Frozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya 1 2's we oughta cruise right by the state troopers When I'm drinkin Crystal, start thinkin 'bout Al Bacardi coverin my body at the wink and a smile Bag a hottie or two, cause butter shotties for you I got more bodies than Drew, I drink (Minoti Anu?), fuck your crew This type of shit I do for a petty hobby Fuck the whole world it's Fatal dog against everybody (Chorus 2X: 2Pac) M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches (Mopreme) My shit's phenomenal, droppin like domino Comin with the real yo and fuck what you feel yo This is not for all the freaks in short skirts This is for my niggaz nationwide doin work, get your feelings hurt Lose mo' faith than a composure, money and the doja Bitches is a cobra with deadly venom Move as smooth as I get 'em, stackin G's My niggas crosstown got keys Hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over bitches (Nigga!) (Chorus 2X: 2Pac) M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches (Big Syke) I'm hittin sixteen switches, my money over bitches The struggle continues I'll miss you on my road to riches I'm contrived to strive never laggin Disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flaggin As I get 'em up and leave 'em stuck Pager blowin up but I don't give a fuck I'm fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin Loc'ers and smokers engaged twenty-fo'/seven So what can you do for me and what can I do for you But stay true, and do the things that we do Blinded evil-minded no option for my offspring Reminded can't find it complications what the future brings Losin my mind why you sweatin me all the time I'm caught in a bind, quality time on my grind Rather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitches I'm 'bout my riches, money over bitches (Chorus 2X: 2Pac) M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches (Kadafi) That's from the time a nigga close his eyes I'm hopin, I hope he awoken Payin my own that's tokin chokin off-a glocks smokin Money and power watch these bitches cause they skanless Gettin niggaz fucked 'n stuck from Timbuk' to Los Angeles Ain't a nigga ruggeder than this grimy Heine' guzzler Cowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin ya Me and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin in flocks Deuce-deuce in my socks keepin a watch out for cops Gettin kicked, I keep my mind on my riches While uncontrolled schemes keep me choosin my money over all my bitches (Chorus 4X: 2Pac) M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches (2Pac) That's right nigga Money over motherfuckin bitches MOB. on 'em nigga Keep your motherfuckin mind on your money, fuck these hoes (Thug life baby) You don't need no motherfuckin bitches You need some motherfuckin money Get your mind right nigga, keep your game tight Play right play by the rules and you'll get paid fuck the fools We up out of this bitch here We gone (E.D.I.) BIATCH! |
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| 4:38 |
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Uhh ... World wide mob figgaz
World wide mob figga (O-U-T-L-A-W-Z) World wide mob figgaz (For real, for real) World wide mob figgaz Check game little young punks World wide mob figgaz (EDI) What? Uh, uh Put your hands up, rich niggaz throw the grands up And what? I got a plot to get what's mine in the nine-nine It's my time mother fucker try to stop me busting nine-nines Wild ridahs all I see when I open up Baby girl fucking you now, before I blow up You know what? I seen your kind before, high saditty but really like it raw In the closet like a ridah type of whore by the shore Not sure, of who to trick on but I'm collectin these vicks when I put the dick on her O-U-T-L-A-W-Z Fucking with a nigga living destructively, pump and pee Tuckin T's up in ? When I jump on I'm trying to handle my business full grown Just soft niggaz, it's getting crazy after dark, where the real thug niggaz see ya are? We world wide mob figgaz (Young Noble) We got niggaz on the front line living it up We got ladies in the back street giving it up Ain't nothing but a thug thang (thug thang) World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang) We got homies on the front line living it up We got ladies in the back street giving it up Ain't nothing but a thug thang (thug thang) World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang, nutz hang,) World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang, nutz hang,) World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (Napoleon) Nigga duck down buck first, make 'em feel somethin Shouldn't (?) if you ain't kill nuttin You didn't kill me now you gotta face a young man got chrome heavily armed Outlawz did that, heavily gone So we ride with what's left us, the best of us Plus we wake up with our tech on us We test yo' nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the street Obey the rules of the ones who want beef we'll eat Y'all niggaz weak in a motherfuckin way it's so pitiful I'll leave you mother fuckers critical We heard the slick shit you said on fucking Too $hort tape But you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave That's what you brave niggaz get for fucking with this You had your chance to mob first you didn't you missed Just switched to fake Napoleon be the mother fucker last nigga with the gat to break The last of fate, earthquake aftershock, is what you got Fuckin with niggaz that give a damn about hip-hop This how it go in our family Busting outlawz shit is what we stand for gradually We world wide mob figgaz (Tupac Talking) World wide mother fucking mob figgaz Weed smoking, Gun toting, drinking Riding on our mother fucking enemies Y'all know how we do it A world wide mob figure (Young Noble) I be the Young N-O to the B-L-E Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z M-A-R was for starters, flee the whole cartridge Your lady blew out the squad and the whold sausage (?), hitting donuts in a six Sip Coronas when we bendin the corner, brothers hit Urban legend, dirty third still reppin Still double-S to bum rush your session I get as dirty as birt, you just a nigga in a skirt Drinkin Squirt, punk duck, hit the dirt Sprint to the church that you got comin Outlawz on the ride picture God runnin Ain't nuttin but a thug thang, bust your brains Pac passed the rock so we tucked the game Under our belt, we huntin the wealth, you fuckin yourself off Don't you know not to go against the Outlawz (Chorus) World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang.. World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang.. (Verse Four: 2Pac) Hey watch out man, look out Known for doin scandalous deeds, no handlin me And nah it aint the drugs it's the straight thug nigga in me I swoop down and cause havoc My rapid delivery, is automatic lettin niggaz have it I've been labelled as a thug nigga Since they don't sell my shit to white folks ship it to the drug dealers And catch a catch a nigga world wide A fuckin mob figga West coast, who-ride When we rob niggaz money make my squad bigger But we ain't sell our souls Bustin on my enemies, murder my foes At my shows I'm a nut, lights camera time for action Now get to clappin to my cuts, a world wide mob figga (Chorus) (2Pac ad libbing) Hey yo, get that mother fucker right there Hey yo, K, pull out man, that mother fucker and blast Yo Mo, get over there, get over there Hey yo Malc, get Bustin them mother fuckers Hey bust on them, bust on that nigga Hey yo Yak, c'mon, Fatal, lets get the fuck outta here Fuck them niggaz West Coast nigga, West Coast World wide mother fucking mob figgaz nigga We thug life Nigga know what time it is Get the fuck out of here Any day, any day nigga, come on Hey come the fuck on We out nigga, westside!!! Outlaw ridahs biatch!!! |
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Me and my closest road dogz
To my dog named Musolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby The return of the mashers, you know how we do it Hahaha! Shit half the times we flaunt cause trouble My closest road dog it was cool cause I love you Fuck what they talkin bout Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin wild No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin cases Indeed, it was misery Driven by my own demons, cause they was killin me How can I be sure I'll be saved soon? Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon It's gettin deeper now, let me get yo' mind right Fuck yo' enemies, nigga grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night Murder murder Mr. Lucifer Pictures of the devil DUCK when he shoot at cha, it's all political Runnin from the future, escapin in the fog Live yo' life like a hog nigga, me and my closest road dogz *Every ghetto street got a crosswalk Let me get to the other side with my road dogz All roam in the scary place called home Take a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz Every ghetto street got a stop sign Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine? Even when I'm goin through hard times I still got my closest road dogz lookin out for all mine Haha.. bring artillery and ROLL with a nigga They could never take the soul of a M.O.B. soldier nigga Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em Makaveli Boy youse a boss player, that's what all the bitches tell me Even if I died now I live my life eternally and never lie down, why cry now? Fooled a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin to hear it Evil spirits hide at total strangers, yo' life's in danger Prepare nigga be aware, cause we ain't scared M.O.B., 'til I die, when we ride niggaz disappear Fill 'em up with pistol smoke Never forget to blow a hole in his head for leakin information to the feds The burnin bed was the tellin sign Two hired guns bustin everyone, yellin everybody die Why the fuck they fuck around, we left 'em in the fog bleedin like a stuck hog, me and my closest road dogz *Repeat Fuck they feelings, that's what they get for squealin That's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dealin See me in physical form, my niggaz swarm Take the figure of a circle beatin jealous niggaz 'til they purple Simon Says take they heads homies and send them phony motherfuckers to dwell with all they dead homies Fishin for fake niggaz, observe and shake niggaz The only way to see six figures, is break niggaz Me and Musolini set to ride we high Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way Labelled a Capo in the mob as big as the globe To live and die as a millionaire, on .. Set to explode, my M.O., is kill them hoes My pistol's like a disease, my enemies and foes Get murdered and disposed of, we in the fog Makaveli the Don, and my closest road dogz *Repeat (x2) |
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(Lil' Mo)
Tupac and Lil' Mo, hmm, how gangsta is that? Hehe... ooooh - oooh, ooooh - oooh, ooooh - oooh (Mo keeps harmonizing in the background) (2Pac) One two... to a nigga nature, haha... No need to cry now, go wipe your tears, be a woman Why you actin surprised? You saw the bullshit Comin fake hair, fake nails, fake eyes too So why you, bound to fuck wit fake guys too Aint nothin' hard about it why you lookin sad? Shoulda though about it Say you learned, I truly doubt it I guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love Gettin freaky with the thug niggaz up in the club Ask to buy you a drink, you holla Dom Perignon Knowin I'm a cash getter still I, remain calm Let you chill with me; plus you was smilin 'til the bill miss me That's what you get for tryin to dick me Missed me with that Buy me this, buy me that syndrome shit Bitch get a job if you wanna be rich Gettin mad cause I cursed and I scream I hate'cha Introduced you to a nigga nature, feel me? (Chorus: Lil' Mo) Kissed the girls, made them cry Thuggin life, and gettin high Why you gangsta, all the time? That's a thug's nature Though sometimes, I can deal with it I realize, that I'm feelin it It's a love and hate relationship But that's a thug's nature (add to line four of Chorus first time:) That's a nigga nature (2Pac) I'm probably too nice at first, I let you kiss me where it hurts Me and you gettin busy, slingin dick in the dirt Met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it See us, tounge - kissin, you was truly with it Little ecstacy, Hennesey, mix with me Picture me pay for pussy when the dick's for free Hey now, where my niggaz at? Tell these hoes Before I pay; I jerk off, word to Moses Visions of you sittin there sweaty and wet Pointin to the places that you want me to hit Give me room all up in the womb, call the cops Nigga, hittin walls 'til them bastard drop Label me Makaveli - thug nigga with bite Livin life like a rock star's Friday night Make money, get pussy, always keep a pager Cell phone in the ride to complete my nature now! (2Pac) Haha... started as a seed from the semen; straight outta papa's nuts Lustin for creamin - bitches with big butts Curves make a nigga cry, tits and shit When I'm locked down beggin you for porno flicks Sneak weed in, help a nigga pass the time Put my name tattoo'd so that ass is mine Tell everybody; 'Pac put it down for good A local legend through the whole hood, follow me I got a gun on me, goin for none on the run baby You know a nigga need some, is my son crazy? Why I cry, when I be thuggin til I die Picture a nigga in heaven, high off weed I fly Got me missin dead homies wishin phonies would die Hit the weed and hope it get me high; dear God Understand my ways, livin major Blessed with a thug's heart... and a real live nigga nature (add to line four of Chorus:) That's a nigga nature (add to line eight of Chorus:) Cause that's a nigga nature (add to line four of Chorus:) Hey, just be a nigga nature (add to line eight of Chorus:) Cause that's a nigga nature (2Pac) It ain't my fault (Lil' Mo) Hehe, Q. D. , where you be? Ahh (2Pac) Don't blame me blame my momma, a nigga nature (Lil' Mo) QD3, and Lil' Mo Tupac, puttin it down fo' sho' (Cause that's a nigga nature) I realize, that I'm feelin it Cause that's a thug nature Though sometimes I can deal with it I realize, I'm feelin it Love and hate, relationship Cause that's a thug's nature (Cause that's a nigga nature) Yeah yeah yeah... yeah yeah yeah... Yeahhh yeah... and that's a thug's nature Where you at? Holla at Cp crew |
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| 4:23 |
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When thugs cry..
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my guns to keep If I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take Got us dying; when thugs cry, times is hard [2Pac] Born thuggin and lovin the way I came up Big money clutchin, bustin while evadin cocaine busts My pulse rushin, semi clutchin into insanity They shot at my cousin, now we bustin at they whole family The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried I got a line on the D.A. cause I'm fuckin his secretary I black out and start cussin, bust 'em and touch 'em all They panic and bitches duckin, I rush 'em and fuck 'em all I'll probably be an old man before I understand why I had to live my life with pistols close at hand Kidnapped my homey's sister, cut her face up bad They even raped her so we blazed they pad Automatic shots rang out, on every block They puttin hits out on politicians, even cops, I ain't lyin They got me sleepin with my infrared beams And in my dreams I hear motherfuckers screamin What is the meaning, when thugs cry? [Chorus: singers] Oh why, should you send your child off to die In the streets of chalk where they lie Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry Dear God.. Oh why, does it have to be this way, our children of today won't stay wise Let the children hear when thugs cry Dear God.. oh why.. * ("When thugs cry") on line 4, first time only * ("thugs cry") on line 6, first time only [2Pac] Heh.. maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin Where is the love? Never quit my ambition to thug Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary Niggaz I used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries But still homey keep it real, how does it feel to lose your life, over somethin that you did as a kid? You all alone, no communication, block on the phone Don't get along with yo' pop, and plus your moms is gone Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the song to help us grow in time, but now our minds are gone We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches But somethin changed in this dirty game, everything's strange Lost all my homies over cocaine.. mayne See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry [Chorus] [2Pac] And all I see is these paranoid bitches, illegal adventures Bustin motherfuckers with uppercuts, I leave 'em with dentures Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone Why perpetrate like you can handle my team? So merciless in my attack I take command of your dreams Leavin motherfuckers drownin in they own blood Clownin takin pictures later Laugh bout the punk bitches, that turned snitches Regulate my area, the terror I represent Makin yo' people disappear, you wonderin where they went? Am I cold or is it just I sold my soul? Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm told Come take my body God, don't let me suffer any longer Smoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't long Where is the end to all my misery, is there a close? I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry [Chorus] [2Pac over Chorus] I shed tattooed tears for years for my dead homeboys and my prison peers Y'all ain't never heard my cries Now you wonder why would you die? [Chorus] |
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| 5:08 |
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Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't wanna ride with me nigga
C'mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin car man Yo why you trippin man? Get in the fuckin car man Get in the fuckin car... get in the car (Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car Cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin at it It ain't even that deep baby) You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one click, we Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes (2Pac) Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown My unknown tendencies to mash my car Getting wicked with my ski - mask, find the stash and dump While niggaz run I'm the last one standin, the rest die Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit Niggaz die by my orders when I wrote this shit Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters Niggaz tried to kill me, and I fed they wife and they daughters Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past Why you change, it's a cold world taught me life Retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick Bullshit nigga cause I'm still fuckin yo' bitch Niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change? Fuck with me, all this shit pay, nigga fuck the fame (Young Noble) Don't remember Hit 'Em Up, don't make us do it once... more Yo' niggaz know, you ain't fucking with them Out... lawz We keep souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin Don't nobody give a fuck cause you done crossed the game Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame You made yo' bed nigga lay in it Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it It's not a game only got one click we Outlawz from the do' Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin the flo' We dirty as the motherfuckin streetz of Jerz We sweep niggaz with the words though the heat's preferred Holla You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know (Napoleon) 'Pac I wish I was in the motherfuckin car wit'cha I'd have took every bullet that they threw, hand of God nigga I only got one click, Outlawz 'til I'm gone Heavy in the game and we coming for they fuckin throne The love is gone well it is what it is And plottin on us, they best be prayin for they kids, mayne You don't have to worry cause I ride for ya Like K said over loyal even tell bout a lie for ya You put me in the game and dog I owe it all to ya And when it get to poppin I'ma fuckin ball for ya And everything I do gon' have your names on it I'll never let them forget I put my seeds on it (Kastro) You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth In the middle of the desert nigga lace your boots As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest You studio niggaz still remind your vest Why the fuck you ain't done yet swallow yo' teeth In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat Fuck a glock nine that shit is weak on the streets And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat If your life in another nigga hand, you deaded And if it's beef and your man disappear then don't sweat it Another fake nigga usin my strengths to get credit I mean (?) face sound scared but your heartbeat said it (Young Noble) I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty But now I'm a rider, connivin gutsy And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me And that's how I'ma go about it 'til somebody bust me I play for keeps like the OG's raised me If I sleep I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby? And I think I'm goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner I've been drinkin on the daily, I can hardly remember I got - bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me I love the Lord but the church can't cure me I sleep light, I wake peekin out my window With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow And that's the way it's gonna be 'til they bury me But don't twist it cause none of y'all niggaz worry me (Outlawz) What the fuck you didn't know? Kizza - Kastro, Young Noble with the criminal flow You nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt Y'all niggaz can't fade me with the clippers We put it down, look around, 'til we find you we hound Penitentiary bound, to remind you (Kadafi) Kadafi I bring the lingo to the click Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin through your chimney like Kris Kringle On some shit, get me free to let my ice click Ka - pling, ka - plow, I been a thug shootin slugs since a child Let the punks know (repeat 3X) |
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| 6. |
| 3:42 |
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This ain't livin..
[2Pac] Nigga - I hear even the smaller G's be dippin Chevy Impalas while flossin they gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow We (?)swallow tomorrow(?) see, what we leave is hollow We feed violence and greed, let 'em bleed tomorrow In time, they grip a nine, sippin wine - hit grass 'til I be starin watch the parents sacrifice they child The love's gone, a thug's home, with no love Feelin so strong, make young boys into drug lords Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes Now three for Johnny Law tryin to make my chips I never pulled the trigger, didn't touch that bitch Throw yo' hands in the air, it's a robbery .. thinkin 'Pac, would you ride with me Let's go see what our enemies talkin bout When G's enter the house nobody's walkin out This ain't livin, it's similar to prison, we trapped My homies jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped I watch my back twenty-fo' seven and never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you know! This is how it goes when we floss with foes Before I toss yo' hoe, it'll cost you mo' I do shows make a lot of dough, murder my foes But I'd give it all up, if it would help you grow This ain't livin [Chorus 2X: sung] Takes a life to make a life (takes a life) Livin in the world of crime tonight (takes a life) Can't find a better way to break you This ain't livin I gotta do what I gotta do [2Pac] Peep it - gunfire is produced at alarmin rates Today's youth, quick to shoot, get in the car and break "It Takes a Nation of Millions" if we intend to stop the killin Just search your feelings, participate in some rehabil'n They our seeds and when they bleed, we bleed That's what becomes of lonely children, they turn to G's Heavenly father can you rescue, my young nation rest the Lord will protect you, respect due Not a threat as I step in blue, and check those that oppose when I froze them fools, and who are you to watch me fall farther I disappeared, reappeared as the .. follow me now Skippin class, and livin fast, will get yo' ass stuck in the pen, doin life plus ten Young brother pump yo' brakes for me, before you choke won't ya soak up some game from yo' big homies This ain't livin, we givin you jewelsl, use 'em as tools Explode on they industry and fade them fools You know the rules, gotta be a rider You can run the red lights but read the street signs, heyy This for all of y'all that keep on raisin hell Put a pistol in your hand and let you fade yourself It ain't right, what you put your momma through, young G Gotta change your life, take the game from me This ain't livin [Chorus] - 2X |
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This ain't livin..
[2Pac] Nigga - I hear even the smaller G's be dippin Chevy Impalas while flossin they gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow We (?)swallow tomorrow(?) see, what we leave is hollow We feed violence and greed, let 'em bleed tomorrow In time, they grip a nine, sippin wine - hit grass 'til I be starin watch the parents sacrifice they child The love's gone, a thug's home, with no love Feelin so strong, make young boys into drug lords Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes Now three for Johnny Law tryin to make my chips I never pulled the trigger, didn't touch that bitch Throw yo' hands in the air, it's a robbery .. thinkin 'Pac, would you ride with me Let's go see what our enemies talkin bout When G's enter the house nobody's walkin out This ain't livin, it's similar to prison, we trapped My homies jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped I watch my back twenty-fo' seven and never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you know! This is how it goes when we floss with foes Before I toss yo' hoe, it'll cost you mo' I do shows make a lot of dough, murder my foes But I'd give it all up, if it would help you grow This ain't livin [Chorus 2X: sung] Takes a life to make a life (takes a life) Livin in the world of crime tonight (takes a life) Can't find a better way to break you This ain't livin I gotta do what I gotta do [2Pac] Peep it - gunfire is produced at alarmin rates Today's youth, quick to shoot, get in the car and break "It Takes a Nation of Millions" if we intend to stop the killin Just search your feelings, participate in some rehabil'n They our seeds and when they bleed, we bleed That's what becomes of lonely children, they turn to G's Heavenly father can you rescue, my young nation rest the Lord will protect you, respect due Not a threat as I step in blue, and check those that oppose when I froze them fools, and who are you to watch me fall farther I disappeared, reappeared as the .. follow me now Skippin class, and livin fast, will get yo' ass stuck in the pen, doin life plus ten Young brother pump yo' brakes for me, before you choke won't ya soak up some game from yo' big homies This ain't livin, we givin you jewelsl, use 'em as tools Explode on they industry and fade them fools You know the rules, gotta be a rider You can run the red lights but read the street signs, heyy This for all of y'all that keep on raisin hell Put a pistol in your hand and let you fade yourself It ain't right, what you put your momma through, young G Gotta change your life, take the game from me This ain't livin [Chorus] - 2X |
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| 4:00 |
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(2Pac (Hook))
Nigga westside Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker (2pac) Can't nobody stop us when we blunted up and swervin Packed in a suburban, screamin outlaw runin on the curb They never try me cause right behind me your killer team I get a word cut the head off a nigga like a guillotine This Hennessey'll keep me calm though Sittin in the back of the club, tradin convo Livin like a Don in my own mind Signal Kadafi, nigga watch me with the chrome nine All the time drinkin champagne Walk through the crowd let the tramps hang Niggas playa hate but do a damn thing Picture me doin eighty down a one way Stuck in the trunk, caught with gun play So I gotta keep my eyes open Gettin high, wonder why we gotta die smokin My alibi, I'm victory Like them other vile men I'm marked for death Spendin my nights like its the last one left I'm an outlaw Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone I'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Puffin on a sweet submission I'm the last one left Tell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave until I see everybodys gone I'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Puffin on a sweet swisher, guess I'm the last one left (Kastro) I got my back against the wall Gat chillin by my balls Prior to war is rider nigga only five six tall Napoleon only knows on we outlaws fuck fear Better strap down to the feelins cause we out yeah Thug passion all up in me Feelin like I took some Henne It aint easy I'm tryin to make a dollar out of two pennies What we got with these rap niggas Wanna pull they're gat niggas Only got my side cause they think pac die nigga Last niggas with our tape Take a shot within our vest Pac come and catch weight Nigga we the last ones left (2Pac) If we woulda known the zone inside my own dome Fresh outs jail it was hell but I'm probably home Lookin for niggas that was roofin that shit when I was locked back Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked back Fuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak Bitch niggas be afraid to speak We the last ones left (2Pac) (Chorus (slight change)) Tell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Puffin on a sweet swisher Like I'm the last one left Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave till I see everybodys gone At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Puffin on a sweet swisher, last one left Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave till I see everybodys gone At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor (Yeah) Puffin on a sweet swisher, I'm the last one left (Napoleon) I eat and sleep the worst shit, turfs and birth Me and my team super supreme putin in work I'm passed out, drunk as a fuck, till it hurt And I call earl screamin fuck the world I got a bitch on the side wanna be my wife And wify beefin wanna know if she gonna see me tonight And i know it aint right, but its the life I got And thats until I see Yak And thats until I see Pac Young know I lost a troll somebody owed me down And if the world was a girl I'd stick my dick in the ground Fuck the world (2Pac (Varied Hook)) Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Yeah Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker UH Outlaw in this motherfucker right here Outlaws in this motherfucker UH In this motherfucker right here In this motherfucker UH Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker UH Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker UH Outlaw in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker UH In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside (fades out) |
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| 4:29 |
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Put me in the car JoJo
It's Pac Heh heh, yeah, maybe it's the thug in me Yeah, that type of shit You know what time it is Maybe it's the thug in me Verse 1 By Age thirteen I was buck wild Good at my knuckle game Made it through a tough childhood Never be the same Walked in my daddy's shoes No time to be a peaceful man I had shatter fools That's till I put my eyes on you God damn sweetheart you got some thighs on you Now I can't wait to get you home Get you all alone In my bedroom baby can we bone? And get it on? Tell me lady how you like me And if you want it harder baby Come and bite me But do it lightly Cause that excites me to ?let it pop? And if you lick me right I'll do it all night Only got fucked by a drug dealer Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga (Ha Ha) Though I like the way you scream when your loving me I'm going deep its the thug in me So what you saying girl... (Chorus) Thug nigga like me Need a thug lady like you I got alotta thug in me (In me) That I wanna put in you (Put in you) Thug nigga like me Need a thug lady like you I got alotta thug in me That I wanna give to you, girl Verse 2 Moan baby when we bone, its on Its so strong niggas in the next room will come I got your head swinging Tongue kissing As I hit it from the back With the bed ringing (Ha Ha) Give me space As I lick your face Stick the place Synchronized so I grind when they kick the bass Love fucking in the morning I get you wet and bust a sweat Then I'm gone Left you on your own Girl tell me what you feel like Blindfolded I'm cold do it real nice That's if it feel right Maybe its the thug in me I pull your hair While we fucking in the chair When you loving me up against the wall You can have it all Just try Bet my kiss, can get you high Don't pass by Grab me by my nuts When I'm loving you Now open up and let me put the thug in you (Chorus) Verse 3 Say baby what's your phone number? Be warned I'm like a storm with my own thunder I make the room rumble In and out Long stroke Hold your breath, now close your eyes deep throat Did you like it? Ew, I'm excited Cause it's a party in my bedroom your invited C'mon now let me see you shake your rump Tell me, how long will it take to come? Having fun, do it one on one or we can all get involved First ya'll do me then I fuck ya'll When you call me the next day To get sexed by a nigga in the best way (Ha Ha Ha) Yeah baby its a price to pay Only play in the fast lane When you a hustler, mother fuck a cash game I got you going wild, cause I'm loving you Drugged out with this mother fucking thug in you (Chorus) 2x (Laughing) I don't wanna talk I don't want no explanation I don't got no mother fucking explanation, you know what I'm saying It's just the thug in me You don't be asking me why I'm I be pulling your hair Or why I fuck so mother fucking thuggy It's that thug passion, know what I mean? No mercy What you scared of ? (I ain't scared) Didn't you come over here to get fucked? (yeah) You ain't come over here to get stroking and all that bullshit You came over here to get fucked I fuck you thug style baby You leave my house sayin' Tupac game served you Don't have me crossed up in that bullshit (okay) Turn over (okay baby) Baby it's the thug in me (yeah) |
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| 4:08 |
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Hehehe, these are my words to my first born...
(2Pac) Can you picture, young niggaz in a rush to grow Til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat Probably never even saw it comin - too busy bullshittin Caught him with his mouth runnin; ain't this a bitch They got me twisted in this game The feds and the punk, po - lice pointin pistols at my brain I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out My homies murdered execution style runnin in the drug house What was supposed to be a easy hit - now shit is flipped Cause niggaz died over bullshit - it's not my dream I'm seein pictures of a broken man, no witnesses Only the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents In our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical We hobble through these tryin times, livin blind Lord help me with my troubled soul Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow? And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love To the thugs in heaven I'll see you there It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned Help you make it through the storm My words to my first born, feel me ... My words to my first born ... My words to my first born (2Pac) Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse And though it hurt me there was no distortion Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions Quiet your soul, cause you know what you had to do And so did victims of a world they never came to I understand it's a better day comin Sometimes cats be sleepin on the dead end Drivin with the car runnin blinded Ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn Love letters to the innocent and unborn All the babies that died up on the table Wasn't able to breathe, cause the family wasn't able Can't - blame her I would do the same All I could give it was my debt and my last name Cause in the game things change livin up and down This hard life got me walkin with my head down Flashin frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong? But I'll never get to know, so I carry on It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born My words to my first born, feel me ... My words to my first born ... Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born ... Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed nigga (Above the Law) Two thousand somethin somethin it's a new era A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear See there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt (What else is it dawg?) The velvet and the silk, and makin sure my kittens got they milk (Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll Ain't no question is it? Above the Law hustlers If it's related to chips, homey we'll handle ya Yo... Although we never take advantage though we always into ery'thang By all means, stack green, gangsta lean They say money make the world go 'round So only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers And niggaz that's truly down - and keep God first And give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts It's player haters every corner you hit Touchin their tits, hella thick, tryin to get you for yo' grip I know you stressed out and fed up But come out, gun - blazin, and keep yo' head up You can call it what you want to but it ain't gon' change Above the Law, 2Pac, O. G. 's in this rap game And we done lived a long hard life And we done shed so many tears under these bright lights Y'all, although we grew up, corrupted and scorned We still got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first born (2Pac) What you gon' tell your kids nigga? Who was you? What was you doin? How did you put it down? These my words to my motherfuckin first born So they can know, y'knahmean? Hehehe Ain't nuttin but a motherfuckin rider, Wessyde 'til I die That's all it was, it's a crooked - ass hand they deal a motherfucker I just played to win, just played to win Motherfucker gotta bet agains the odds... |
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| 4:25 |
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Yo Quiero
Yo Quiero Cojer Yo Quiero Cojer (Spanish: I wanna fuck you) I'll let your ass have it Take care of business Oh for real Ghetto chorette (Verse 1 - Tupac) Now you been acting like you want it for a long time All up in a nigga face, giving me them strong vibes Look in my eyes and you'll find peace A Gemini so you really blow my mind freak C'mon I got my clothes off, hard as a nigga in jail Skinny niggaz throw the dick well Everybody get they condoms, rubber cause it's time to fuck Hurry up and put it on nigga time is up What's next? Got my mind on some group sex Where you going baby I ain't even through yet Do it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya In and out make it good to ya Remember me? I love fucking slow with the lights low Black, Puerto Rican, even white hoes Felice Amor, Que Linda, Dame Veso (Spanish: Sweet love, your a cutie, give me a kiss) Come to poppy Fuckin' till the shit is sloppy (sloppy) If you really want it (Chorus) (If you really want it) Tupac you know If you really want it (x6) (If you really want it) I really want it Yeah Alright, all my real niggaz and my real bitches, let me see you do it like this C'Mon Rock ya, body body x7 We came to Rock ya, body body x7 We came to (Verse 2 - SKG) Daddy rock a playa body till I tell you to stop Hit the right spot, if not, leave some money and kick rocks I'm a thug hoe, I need a thug nigga up inside me A playa that can ride me, a cat that can buy me Make a jazzy hoe like me, bust a sweat Hit it from the back, grab me by my neck Demand your respect I'm not an on my back hoe I rock a dick and hit it to the core Bustin', twisting nuts (censored), hit em up I'm a Sagittarius freak My real hoes feel me Legs open wide, nigga dick inside I barely ride tonight's the night for you to hit it doggy style Lay me on my stomach while I'm counting out hundreds Fake bitches front like they don't wanna keep it real But you know you want a thug nigga just to see how it feel Hoes wanna rock Gabbana, Dolce and Versace Let me rock your body mouth on my (censored) call you papi (Chorus) Rock ya, body body Rock ya, body (yeah) Rock ya, body body Rock ya, body (yeah) Ya like that? Yeah. Yeah. Rock ya, body body Rock ya, body (Y'all want that) Rock ya, body body Rock ya, body Yeah. Yeah. Y'all feel me Damn Rock ya, body Do it. Do it. Rock ya, body Do it. Do it. Yeah, uh, c'mon, uh. Rock ya, body body x6 Yeah, I'm a hit it too Rock ya, body body x3 Rock (Verse 3 - Tupac) See, it all started simple Turning me licking your nipples Fucking you doggy style to this instrumental Hands up All up inside your head I could stand you Eyes open I don't plan to bust, just hold on Baby let me zone in What do you mean, can you scream, let it go, biatch How does it feel? Gotta nigga like steel in ya To keep going on, fucking like I'm killing ya Lets go another round Baby is you down really Two shots of esctasy Lick a nigga down silly Your body next to me I can touch you inside, and you'll cry So good when a nigga leave, you'll die My mama told baby be a man put it on a hit On bitches like switches coming around the corner I wanna let me get my ride on It's your dick baby but it's my song If you really want it (Chorus) Rock ya, body body Rock ya, body Rock ya, body body If you really want it If you really want it (Tupac talking) Gotta send this out to all the freaky bitches Definitely all the Scorpio's and the Gemini's, and the Virgo's You know I know the truth about you Scorpio's and you Virgo's No doubt gotta give it to the Capricorns They some freaks too on the down down The Libra's, they like it even but they still like fucking. No doubt. Aquarius's, Libra's, that said though Leos, they some freaks Leos is freaks, they always wanna run shit in bed Sagittarius, Taurus, Cancers All you freaky fucks I'm a Zodiac fucker I do you all one at a time and all down the line Lets get busy |
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(2Pac)
If you a bad boy (Chorus: repeat 2X) If you a bad boy then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up when the rob me Put another contract on Mobb Deep (Hussein Fatal) I focus my locus thought on my enemies Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy And as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar Strap in back to the corners droppin on to spin the tires My man define ya 357 anaconda This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted (Tupac) Ever since mama got fucked and papa ducked out Look at us murderous thugs showin less love in the drug house Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage Bring chaos causin damage on our quest for cabbage They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it Most wanted by the population murdered you for it Exploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release Criminal orders across the waters bringin the war to the streets Why fear me, fear the shit I speak Once this shit drop it's heard on every fuckin street Like the sound of police who run the street really And every hood let you grow From the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O' And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step My homie buried at an early age hustled to death His last breath, a lesson I posses like jewels Stay thugged out keep it movin' (Yaki Khadafi) Halfway thugs are buged when we stalk the streets Sort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets You speak the big pussy throw down and drop it Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket Getting mine with nine coked extorting Block shots with 22's with my socks with the butt hangin out the chalk You never seen time I travel across the mean crime My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin Catch my body like haitian 5 minutes from the station (Young Noble) Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence The bigger prick don't mean no evidence or proof the I was present At the scene of the crime around 10 niggas bleed After they made this punk fag motherfucker bleed All the money was bloody as shit, y'all niggas shoulda seen it Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees shit The glock to your head nigga, don't let inside action Hit innocent by - standers when he blasted, shot fucken backwards Little homies puttin work for stripes But is it worth your life a g - rides runnin red lights I wish somebody would have t old me then Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell they can hold me in Caucassian crazy like Arabians Hold this spot like some niggas fade me in having the scene chase me When they want the product nigga I got the smoke Got the weed and the coke what you need what you want What you working with I'm some immortal shit Outlawz we straight hurtin shit use artillery to murder with Put then on the box gangsta party like Pac Lifes hard from the ox me and my niggas on top (2Pac: repeat 5X) I know the law hate me dearly, comin for me We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin on E (Nuttso) With the leaded Pac, fuck the law Carry steal cause I live in the nigga side of the law Ridin' foes cause I can't let hoes catch me slippin Quick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin Ridin high, blazing, kryptonite got a nigga dazing Burpin and smurkin got on his knees before I grave em Ride em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped At a stop light in a growin night, this motherfucken trick Slide over so I can dip and put it in him Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I sent it Hit the pedal now we high speeding With the metal trying to make these motherfuckers die freezing Up the way I seen him slow down Shit!! I think I'm gonna bust these hoes down Caught them runnin on e it kind of funny to me They know they was fuckin with me but they dumb to see (2Pac) Open up fire watchin me spy when my shells split em Plus all them tricks and the bitches go to hell with em Fuck em they phony claimin they homies but the foes Speakin on thug niggas daily while we nailing they hoes Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation Words known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation Crooked thoughts cops get bought no longer caught Did you cry when my girl died Put out the hit politc niggas worldwide grabbin my dick I'll never learn take away the pain with sherm Throwin gas on my enemies watchin them burn Call my posse, I'm shootin up the casket take the body Whip the corpse like a piaata and party His last breath a straight lesson I posses like jewels Stay thugged out keep it movin (Chorus till fade) |
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| 4:30 |
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Perhaps I was addicted to tha dark side
Some where inside my childhood witnessed my heart die And even though we both came from tha same places Tha money and tha fame made us all change places Could it be through tha misery That came to past, the hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency, but u could run to me when u need me, I'll never leave honestly someone to believe in as u can see. It's a small thang through and true What can I do real homies help you get through And comin' new he'd do tha same thang if he could Cuz in tha hood true homies make you feel good And happy times we be actin' up call tha cops Bringin' tha cease to tha peace that was on my block It never stop, when my mama ask me will I change I tell her yeah but it's clear I'll always be tha same Until the end of time Chorus: So take, these Broken Wings I need your hands to come & heal me once again, (Until The End Of Time) So I can fly , until the end of time (Until The End Of Time, Until The End Of Time) Verse Two Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids So you know I don't hang around tha house much This all night money makin' got me outta touch, shit Ain't flashed a smile in a long while An unexpected birth worst of tha ghetto childs My attitude got me walkin' solo Ride out alone in my low-low Watchin' tha whole world move in slow mo For quiet times I disappear and listen to tha ocean Smokin' pots think my thoughts Then it's back to coastin' Who can I trust in this cold world My phoney homie had a baby by my own girl But I ain't trippin' I'm a playa I ain't sweatin' him I sex his sister had her mumble like like a Mexican His next of kin No remorse it was meant to happen Besides rappin' tha only thing I did good was scrappin' Until tha end of time Chorus: So take, these Broken Wings I need your hands to come & heal me once again, (Until The End Of Time) So we can fly , until the end of time take these Broken Wings, you've got to learn to fly, n learn to live so free (Until The End Of Time) So we can fly, until the end of time (Time, Until The End Of Time) Verse Three: Now who's to say if I was right or wrong? To live my life, As an Outlaw all alone Remain strong in this planet full of playa hataz They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators And in tha end drinkin' henessey made all my enemies envy me So cold when I flow eliminatin' easily Falls to they knees, they plead for their right to breath While beggin' me to keep tha peace haha Well I can see close into achieve In times of danger don't freeze time to be a G Follow my lead I supply everything you need An ounce of game and tha trainin' to make a G' Remember me? As an Outcast Outlaw Another album out that's what I'm about - more, gettin' raw 'till tha day I see my casket Buried as a G' while tha whole world remembers me Until the end of time Chorus: So take, these Broken Wings (So take, these Broken Wings) I need your hands to come & heal me once again, (once again, once again) (Until The End Of Time) So we can fly , until the end of time take these broken wings, you'v got to learn to learn to fly n learn to live so free so we can fly, until the end of time RL: If the angels come down and takes me away Memories of Me and my songs will always stay Until The End Of Time |
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