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1. |
| 4:38 | ||||
(I won't deny it
i'm a straight ridah you don't wanna fuck with me got tha police bustin' at me but they can't do nothin' to a 'G') (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle) My Ambitionz az a Ridah My Ambitionz az a Ridah So many battlefield scars while drivin' in plush cars cause life as a rap star is nothin' without God was born ruff and rugged addresen' tha mad public My attitude was 'fuck it' cause muthafuckers love it to be a soulja must maintain compose at ease tho' life is complicated only what you make it to be and my ambitionz az a Ridah catch her while she's hot and horny go up inside her then I spit some game in her ear go to the tele ho you put what money in a benz ? cause bitch i'm barely broke i'm smoking bomb ass weed feeling crucial from playa to playa the game's tight tha feelings mutual from hustlen' them friends to breakin' mothafuckers to payin' I got no time for these bitches cause these hoes tried to play us I'm on a meal ticket mission wantin' me so i'm wishin' comepetition got me rich on that bullshit they stressin' (Booyah!) I'ma ride tho' clown ho's like it's manditory no guts no glory my nigga bitch got tha game started now it's on and it's on because I said so couldn't trust a bitch in the business so I got with Death Row Now these money hungry bitches gettin' suspicious started ploten and planin' on schemes to come and twist us but thug niggas be on point and game tight (yeah) Me, Syke and bulldogs rapped up tha same night got problems ? then handle it Muthafuckers see me these niggas is jelous cause deep in they hearts they wanna be me yeah, now ya got me right beside ya hopein' ya listenin' I catch ya payin' attention to my Ambitionz az a Ridah (I'm a straight ridah, you don't wanna fuck with me) My Ambitionz az a Ridah (Got tha police bustin' on me, but they can't do nuthin' to a 'G') |
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2. |
| 4:37 | ||||
Ahh yeah
Yeauhh! It's all about you, one time! I'ma say it's all about you baby, yeah Haha, for the bitches that think it's all about you It's all about you This Dru Down in the house, with my boy 'Pizznac YouknowhatI'msayin? It's all about you Yeah I'm gon' say it's all about you but you know I'm lyin though, hah! Yeauhh You probably crooked as the last trick; want it light but how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch Thinkin I had her but she had me in the long run It's just my luck I'm stuck with fuckin with the wrong one, uh! Wise decisions, based on lies we livin Scandalous times, this game's like my religion You could be rollin with a thug Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin for some love In every club, I see you starin like you want it Well baby if you got it better flaunt it Let the liquor help you get up on it I'm still tipsy from last night Bumpin these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life I try to holla but you tell me you taken Sayin you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makin Guess it's true what they tellin me Fresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit Fantansies of us sweatin, can I hit it? (Hahaha) Addicted to the things you do, but still true What I'm sayin Boo, is this is all about you Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It's all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe (Yeah nigga, ha ha ha ha!) Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It's all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe I make a promise if you go with me, just let me know I'll have you hollerin my name out before I leave Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga; I only hung out with the criminals and the drug dealers, I love niggaz cause we comin from the same place Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takes How can I tell her I'm a playa, and I don't even care Creep though, weed smoke's into the air Everywhere I go, it's all about the groupie hoes waitin for niggaz at the end, of every show I just seen you in my friend's, video Could never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin through.. It's all about you.. hahaha, yeah nigga! It's all about you! Every other city we go, every other |
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3. |
| 4:09 | ||||
Hey Nate you know you got to focus on this motherfucker
We's gonna talk about these scandalous hoes I can talk about scandalous bitches Oh I know you can! I know you that's why we gonna do it Daz on the beat Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin around with the piano nigga Just drop that shit like uhh, this here I met you through my homie now you act like you don't know me So disappointed cause baby that shit was so phony It's not for me, you see no lovin from my closest homies Woulda paid you no mind, but baby you was all up on me While you proceed with precision, you had the table hosed No, I ain't mad at you baby, go 'head and play them fools They chose not to listen, so now he stuck inside his house and can't leave without his bitch permission The mission's to be a playa, my alias is Boss Drop a top on these jealous niggaz, playa let me floss Y'all don't wanna see me in pain I'll leave that ass like Toni Braxton, "Never breathing again" It's scandalous, I never liked your back stabbin ass, triiick Used to watch you money grabbin, who you baggin beeyitch? Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust But bitches lookin scandalous *Scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous She's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous Scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous She's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous How's it hangin? Cause baby from the back the shit is bangin I've been stressin in this ghetto game, tryin to do my thang Won't be no bullshit, no ass-kissin This bitch'll have ya wakin up with all your cash missin I'm askin, as if I'm qualified to analyze You're lookin at a bitch who specialize in tellin lies She got a body make a motherfucker fantasize Her face ain't never shed a tear through them scandalous eyes My sister precious in poverty Plus I knew she was a freak bitch so why should it bother me? I'd probably be sprung, addicted to the heat of her tongue and though I don't where we're goin, she's makin me come I've been trained as a boss playa, so what you sayin? Let me show you, got some hookers we can toss later Before I let her get me off guard Went in the purse took a hundred dollars Nigga I'm so scandalous *Repeat Dangerous and ambitious, while schemin on gettin riches I'm spittin at tricks cause I'm addicted to pretty bitches Currency motivated, not easily terminated Now that we made it, my niggaz can never be faded This is my prophecy -- I gotta be paid All you cowards that try to stop me is beggin for early graves I thought we was cool, I was a fool, thinkin you could be true when I don't fuck with your punk crew These are the tales for my niggaz doin time in the cell I went from hell, to livin well Bustin at niggaz who said my name in vain I got no time for them tricks, I'm heavy in the game I wanna be a baller, please But the bitches and the liquor keep on callin me I'm floatin free on the highway, formulatin plans Can't wait til I see L.A., cause it's so scandalous *Repeat *Repeat to end (2Pac speaks over it) Aiyyo.. how the prettiest bitch be the more scandalous the hoe be You ever peep that shit? (Nah) A bitch can be like fifteen, fuckin with a nigga 35 Gettin him for ends Hoes these days is way too motherfuckin intelligent When these niggaz get to trickin, hahaha, it's over then That's aight though Keep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long Watch them hoes All you niggaz out there Beware these lyin ass scandalous bitches |
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4. |
| 5:13 | ||||
[Dat Nigga Daz]
You find an MC like me who's strong we leavin' muthafucka's aborted with no verbal support when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Congo with a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on thou who can we stand, the more power of game and make it possible for me to drop a few to wrecks ya brain imagine to keep on wishin' upon a star finally realizing who the fuck you are when I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded, would it be the greatest MC of all time when I created rhyme for the simple fact when I attack the [?clubs?] be tired my attempts to ride every time all night I faced with the scars beyond this beam or bar for me to put down my guard I'm faced with it, I'm a ride breakin' in gas with the six eight all day in an out, with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies... [Tupac] So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation so you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin' we must be based on nothin' better than communication known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations sorry I left that ass waitin' no more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shakin' I'm bustin' and makin muthafucka's panic don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt you swear the bitch was planted my lyrics motivate the planet It's similar to Rhythm Nation but thugged out, forgive me Janet who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls you know, the way the games get told yo two years ago, a friend of mine told me alazhay and Chrystal blows your mind bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat [Method Man] I got my mind made up, come on... [come on] get in get in too [get on it] let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha night I got my mind made up, come on... get in get in too let it ride tonight's tha night |
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5. |
| 4:48 | ||||
How do you want it
How do you feel Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real How do you want it How do you feel Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real Love tha way you activate your hips and push your ass out gotta nigga wantin' it's so bad i'm about to pass out wanna dig you and I can't even lie about it baby just eleviate your cloths time to fly up out it catch you at a club oh shit, you got me fiendin' body talken shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning now if ya wanna roll with me then here's ya chance doin 80 on tha freeway wait police, catch me if they can forgive me i'm a ridah still i'm just a simple man all I want is money fuck tha fame i'm a simple man Mr. International Playa with tha passport just like a ladder bitch get you anything you ask for it's either him or me champagne, Hennessy a favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies witness as we creep to a low speed peep what a ho need puff some more weed funk, ya don't need approachin' hochies with a passion been a long day but i've been drivin' by attraction in a strong way your body is bangin' baby I love it when ya flaunt it time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it... How do you want it How does it feel Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real How do you want it How do you feel Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real Tell me is it cool to fuck ? you think I come to talk am I a fool or what ? positions on tha floor it's like erotic ironic cause i'm somewhat psychotic i'm hitten' switches on bitches like i been fixed with hydraulics up and down like a roller coaster come up beside ya I ain't quitin' till tha show is over cause i'm a ridah in and out just like a robbery i'll probably be a freak and let you get ontop of me get her rockin' these nights full of Alazhay a livin' legend you ain't heard about these niggas played in cali days Deloris Tucker you's a muthafucker instead of tryin' to help a nigga you destroy a brotha worst than tha others Bill Clinton Mr. Bob Dole You too old to understand tha way tha game is told your lame so I gotta hit you with tha high facts won't someone listen ? makin' millions niggas top that they wanna censor me they ratha see me in a cell livin' in hell with only a few of us to live to tell now everybody talken about us I could give a fuck I'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss Nigga tell me how you want it... |
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6. |
| 4:07 | ||||
7. |
| 6:15 | ||||
Hey Devante...
don'tcha' know we're gonna sow up every bitch in tha country Me and you...up in tha same muthafucken room on tha same level...with this shit here....please ...No more Pain... that's right nigga and guard that shit boy My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes My lyrics explode on contact Gamin' you hoes who else, but Mama's only son Fuck phony niggas on the run Say my name, watch bitches cum Now fire when ready Stay watchin' now figure Increase speed Make you mutha-fuckas bleed from your mouth quicker Plus all these niggas that you run with Be on some dumb shit Trick on the hoes I ain't the one bitch Hollar my name and witness game official It's so sick Have every single bitch that came with yah, on my dick Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased I'm movin' you stupid bitches This is telekeniousis Am I reachin your brain ? Nigga How can I explain How vicious this thug mutha-fucka came When I die I wanna be a livin' legend Say my name Affiliated with this mind fuckin' game with no more pain I came to bring the pain Hardcore to the brain Let's go inside, my astroplane(4X) Line up my adversaries, blast on sight And fuck your boyfriend Bitch, I want some ass tonight You know my stilo Alazhay and chrystal weed sure you've heard of all the freaky shit they say about me Plus all you Bustas is jealous Pull your gun out and blast I dare you niggas to open fire I'll murder that ass And disappear before the cops come runnin' My glocks spittin' rounds niggas fallin' down clutchin' their stomach It's west side, death row, Thug niggas on the rise Plus they shot my five times Real niggas don't die Can ya hear me? Laced with this game I know you fear me Speak and seek what you want So cowards fear me My only fear of death is reincarnation heart of a solider with a brain to teach your whole nation And feelin' no more pain I came to bring the pain Hardcore to the brain Let's go inside, my astroplane(4X) Bury me that's what they all say It's time to make a killin' Sure to make a million With Devante Bitch I know you want me What your mouth say ? Now, watch your eyez You don't wanna get with me that's a lie I got my hands on your hips No time to bullshit freaky bitch, come give me kiss Tell niggas from other areas Brothas from here so obsessed with this money makin' there's nothin' we fear Now they label me a trouble-maker Cuz, I'm a ridah Death to you playa-haters Don't let my find yah Mama made me rugged Baptised the public Now you hard thugs, nigga don't you love it It's similar to multiple gunshots Retaliation is a must Wasn't to sure what yah facin' So watch the guns bust You niggas will bleed fuckin' with me You'll be deceased Never restin' in peace nigga with no more pain I came to bring the pain Hardcore to the brain Let's go inside, my astroplane(4X) |
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8. |
| 4:43 | ||||
Ahh, Suge what did I tell you nigga,
when I come out of jail what was I gonna do I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, nigga Them binoculars Ha ha ha ha, yah nigga time to ride Grab your bullet proof vest nigga cause its gonna be a long one Now me and Quik gonna tell you niggas how its like on this side The real side Now on this ride its gonna be some real mutha-fuckas and there is gonna be some pussys Now the real niggas are gonna be the ones with money and bitches The pussys are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleeding Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride gets tricky See you got some niggas on your side That say they your friends But in real life they your enemies And then you got some mutha-fuckas that say they your enemies But in real life they eyes is on your money See the enemies say the truth But in real life those niggas will be the snitches Its a dirty game y'all Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with Cause the shit get wild y'all Keep your mind on your riches, Baby Keep your mind on your riches 9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder me From the hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me Shit I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed Nothing more I despise than a liar and cowards die My mama told me When I was to see Just a vicious mutha fucker while these devils left me free I proceed to make them shiver when I deliver Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli Niggas is waiting for some thug shit thats what they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinite Immortal Outlaw Switching up on you ordinary bitches like the south bore you bit less And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased Will be another moment ballin' as a G I rip the crowd then I start again Internally I live in sin untill the moment that they let me breathe again The heartz of men The Heartz of Men My lyrical verge with so much pain that To some niggas it hurts My guns bust And if you ain't one of us it gets worse Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll and fly mode I'm an homicidal outlaw and five-o get your lights on Fight long, tonights gonna be a fucking fight so we might roll My own homies saying I'm heart less But I'm a G to this 'til the day I'm gone thats regardless Drive-by and niggas bow down I thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now Throw up your hands if your thugged out First nigga act up first nigga getting drugged out I can be a villian if yah let me I'll Mutha fuck yah if yah too upset me tell the cops to come and get me rip the crowd like a phone number Start again, don't have no mutha fuckin' friends nigga Look inside the heartz of men In The Heartz of Men In The Heartz of Men To all me niggas engaged in making money in the fifty states Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch No longer living in fear my pistol close in hand Convinced this is my year like I'm the chosen man Give me my money and label me as a Don If niggas is having problems smoke fire and bomb them I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics as if its a game of crack Thugishness is in my spirit I'm lost and not knowing scar'd up but still flowing energized and still going Uhh, can it be fate that makes a sick mutha fucka break On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake What will it take? Give me that bass line I'm feeling bombed Deathrow baby don't be alarmed The homie Quik gave a nigga beat and let me start again Represent cause I've been sent The heartz of men |
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9. |
| 5:02 | ||||
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death my niggas, we tha last ones left but life goes on..... As I bail through tha empty halls breath stinkin' in my draws ring, ring, ring quiet y'all incoming call plus this my homie from high school he's getting bye It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry life as a baller alchol and booty calls we usta do them as adolecents do you recall? raised as G's loc'ed out and blazed the weed get on tha roof let's get smoked out and blaze with me 2 in tha morning and we still high assed out screamin' 'thug till I die' before I passed out but now that your gone i'm in tha zone thinkin' 'I don't wanna die all alone' but now ya gone and all I got left are stinkin' memories I love them niggas to death i'm drinkin' Hennessy while tryin' ta make it last I drank a 5th for that ass when you passed.... cause life goes on Yeah nigga I got tha word as hell ya blew trial and tha judge gave you 25 with an L time to prepare to do fed time won't see parole imagine life as a convict that's getten' old plus with tha drama we're lookin out for your babies mama taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her... life in tha hood... is all good for nobody remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties Me and you No true a two while scheming on hits and gettin tricks that maybe we can slide into but now you burried rest nigga cause I ain't worried eyes bluried sayin' goodbye at the cemetary tho' memories fade I got your name tated on my arm so we both ball till' my dying days before I say goodbye Kato, we're meant to rest in peace Thug till I die Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket have a party at my funeral let every rapper rock it let tha hoes that I usta know from way before kiss me from my head to my toe give me a paper and a pen so I can write about my life of sin a couple bottles of Gin incase I don't get in tell all my people i'm a Ridah nobody cries when we die we outlaws let me ride until I get free I live my life in tha fast lane got police chasen me to my niggas from old blocks from old crews niggas that guided me through back in tha old school pour out some liquor have a toast for tha homies see we both gotta die but ya chose to go before me and brothas miss ya while your gone you left your nigga on his own how long we mourn life goes on... Life goes on homie gone on, cause they passed away Niggas doin' life Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit I feel ya nigga, trust me I feel ya You know what I mean last year we poured out liquor for ya this year nigga, life goes on we're gonna clock now get money evade bitches evade tricks give players plenty space and basicaly just represent for you baby next time you see your niggas your gonna be on top nigga their gonna be like, 'Goddamn, them niggas came up' that's right baby life goes on.... and we up out this bitch hey Kato, Mental y'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up there don't front. |
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10. |
| 4:57 | ||||
Only God Can Judge Me(repeated several times)
I hear the doctor standing over me screaming I can make it Got a body full of bullet holes Laying here naked Still I can't breathe something evil's in my I-V Cuz everytime I breathe I think they're killing me I'm having nightmares Homicidal fantansies I wake up stranglin' Danglin' from my bed sheets I call the nurse cuz it hurts To reminisce How could it come to this ? I wish they dind't miss somebody help me Tell me where to go from here ? Cuz even thugs cry but do the Lord care ? Tryin' to remember But it hurts I'm walking through the cemetary talkin' to the dirt I'd rather die like a man than live like a coward there's a ghetto up in heaven and its ours Black Power Is what we scream As we dream In a paranoid state And our fate Is a lifetime of hate Dear mama, can you save me And fuck peace cuz the streets got our babies We got to eat No more hesitation each and every black males trapped And they wonder why we suicidal walkin' around strapped It's the police please try to see to this there's a million mutha-fuckas Stressing just like me Only God can Judge Me..... Only God Can Judge Me(repeated several times) Powers that judge can not kill me but only make me stronger I don't see why everybody gotta feel as thou that they gotta tell me how to live my life, Let me live baby Let me live Pac I feel yah Keep servin' it on the real ya For instance, sayin' Playa hatin' marks wanna kill yah Would you be wrong For bucking a nigga into the pavement He gonna get me first If I don't get him If you better start praying Ain't no such thing As, self defence In the court of law So Judges when we get to where were gonna we're in the cross that's real Gotti, lurk thee Creep tha fuck up on him Sold a half a million tapes No everybody want him Now talkin' behind my back Like, a bitch would Tellin' them niggas, "you can fade us" Punk, I wish you would It be the same mutha-fuckas in your face gotta rush up in your place to get your safe Knowing you on that paper chase grass, glass Big screen and leather couch My new shit is so fine I already sold a key of ounce Bitch Remember Tupac and 4-Tay The same two brothas dodgin' bullets And represtin' the Bay Pac when you was locked down That's when I'll be around Start climbing up the charts so sick but they try to clown that's why they ride the band-wagon Still we draggin' sellin' live Don't think I don't see you playa haters I know you all wear disguises Guess you figure you know me cuz I'm a thug that love to hit the late night club drinkin' buzz living lavish like a playa all day I'm 'bout to floss 'em off Playa stick with 4-Tay |
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11. |
| 5:30 | ||||
A military mind nigga.
A military mind mean money. A criminal grind nigga. A criminal grind mean hustle. You know, We tradin war stories. We outlaws on the rise. Jealous niggas I despise. Look in my eyes. Now can your mind picture A thug nigga drinkin hard liquor. This ghetto life has got me catchin up to god quicker. Who would figure that all I need was a Hair trigga Semi-Automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggas. Pardon my thug poetry, But suckers is born everyday In fear of man grown [??]. Criminal ties for centuries. A legend in my own rhymes, So niggas whisper when they mention Makaveli was my ? My father figure. Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers. Hence forth. We thug niggas and we came in packs. Every one of niggas strapped sippin on 'nac(Cognac) In the back, my AR 15. Thuggin till I die. These streets got me cravin for a Throzine My lyrics are blueprints to money makin. Fat as that ass that honey shakin. I mind is straight trippin', thuggin and shit. They call it overthuggin and shit. But I was just a youngen nigga gettin older and lovin this shit. But what was I doin in this place? To the fakes without a pistol in the first, Facin termination in the worst. But I figured to play the war, To watch all these playa hatin niggas position, For I could see em all. Made it up out of there. Lucky to be here. Tell you, but it'll never be a repeat. People I'm tryin to tell you. Now picture the scenery. I'm thugged out smokin greenery. Considered a BG(baby gangsta) But I'm off in this game something deeply. My eyes only see these That's why I'm young and burned out Learned to know how. Well to do now. By 18, turned out. And wide open To rob and smokin, collide with foes in the worst place. Y'all shouldn't of fucked with us in the first place. Y'all real OG's(original gangsta) droppin game to the youngsters. Y'all don't want no fuck Cuz y'all be the next in the long line of War Stories |
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12. |
| 6:26 | ||||
California...knows how to party
California...knows how to party In the city of L.A. In the city of good ol' Watts In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rockin We keep it rockin Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb a*s hemp beat The state where ya never find a dance floor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearin sa*soon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way Dre puttin it down for California Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it mama Shake it Cali Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it shake it shake it... Out on bail fresh outta jail California dreamin Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearin hoochies screamin Fiendin for money and alcohol The life of a west side playa where cowards die Only in Cali where we riot now rallies are live and die In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right) Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews Famous cause we program worldwide Let'em recognize from Longbeach to Rosecrans Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's west side So you know the row won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of L.A. From Oakland to Sacktown The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love Now make it shake... Uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha Frisko, Frisko Hey, you know LA is up in this Pasadina, where you at Yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good Even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side Cause you and I know it's tha best side Yeah, That's riight West coast, west coast Uh, California Love California Love |
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13. |
| 4:54 | ||||
Change... Shit,
I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it takes for any of ya'll niggas to get up out tha hood Shit, I'm with ya I ain't mad at cha got nothin' but love for ya do your thing boy Yeah, All the homies that I ain't talked to in awhile I'm a send this out to y'all know what I mean ? Cuz, I ain't mad at cha heard all of y'all tearing up shit out there Kickin' up dust givin' a mutha-fuck Yeah, niggas Cuz, I ain't mad at cha Now, we were once two niggas of the same kind quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You were just a little smaller but you still rolled Got stressed the [?Wide Eight?] and hit the hood stroll remember when ya had a Jerry Curl ? Didn't quite learn On the block With ya glock trippin' of Sherm Collect calls to the tip Sayin' how ya changed Oh you a Muslim now No more dope game Heard you might be coming home Just got bail wanna go to the Mosque Don't wanna chase tail I seems I lost my little homie He's a changed man Hit the penn Now, no sinnin' is the game plan When I talk about money All you see is the struggle When I tell ya, I'm livin' large you tell me, its trouble Congratulation on the wedding I hope your wife know She got a playa for life And that's no bullshitin' I know we grew apart You probably don't remember I usta fiend for your sister But never went up in her And I can see us after school We'd bomb on the first mutha-fucka with tha wrong shit on And now, the whole shits changed and we don't even kick it got a big money scheme And you ain't even with it Knew in my heart You were the same mutha-fucka bad Go toe to toe when it's time to roll You got a brothas back And I can't even trip cause i'm just laughin' at ya You tryin' hard to maintain And go ahead Cuz, I ain't mad at cha Chorus - Danny boy oooowwwwww I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha |
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14. |
| 5:11 | ||||
What'z ya phone number
Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes. It's instrumental. Waitin for the nyphos. That's the intro. Shook when ya rush me. Walked up and touched me. Why? Do you want to fuck me? Just cuz I'm paid in the worst way? True. Lookin kind a good in your birthday suit. I wonder if your wild and ya act shy. Do you like to be on top or the back side? Watch me while you lick your lips, shake your hips. Goddamn, I love that shit. Yo, let's stop fakin and be real now. I got a room and a hard on. Still down? Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes. Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes. When we head for my hideout, act right. Boss playa when I ride out, that's right. What'z ya phone number? If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready. Baby, let me give you a call. How long will it take to break you off? (Repeat once more) Oh shit, baby is a dime piece. Wanted this fine seat. Personally rushed [???] If I see ya right. Now she can get me hard Didn't wanna talk to me, till she see my car. Never had sex with a rich rap star Till I got her in the back of my homeboy's car. Tell me, why do we live this way? Money over bitches. Let me hear you say: What'z your phone number? Are you alone? Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone. Time for your girlfriend to take you home. I had fun, But baby, gotta leave me alone. Picture in my rhyme. Take time to rewind these words I say. If you open your mind, Bet in a minute you'll find it's time. Let the Outlaws play. What'z ya phone number. (Girl and Tupac converse) G:Hello? 2:Hello? who is this? G:Is this Tupac? 2:This is who? G:Is this Tupac? 2:Yeah, it's Tupac. Who this? G:Hi baby. How are you? 2:I'm aiight. What'z up baby? G:You don't recognize the voice? 2:You recognize my voice, huh? G:Do you recognize MY voice? 2:Nah, I know you? G:Yeah, you know me. I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talkin. 2:Where I know you from? Where I know you from? G:You just know me, baby. 2:Where? Talk up I can't barely hear you. G:You know me from when we were, you know, intimate. 2:Ooh, we fucked? G:Oh baby, did we ever. 2:Oh, tell me about it baby. G:I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and stroked it up and down. 2:OOOOH! G:Then I put it in my mouth. I fucked it. 2:Ooh, you did. G:Ooh, I did. 2:Shit! G:Fucked it and fucked it. Put me in. You came. 2:Did I come? G:Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. You don't remember me yet? 2:I'm starting to get a picture. Why don't you help me out. What did I do to the pussy? What a nigga do to the pussy? G:You rocked it. 2:Did I? G:Yeah, you did. 2:Did I do some of that Thug Passion? G:Mmmmmm 2:Heh, heh. Eh, so what cha doin right now, though? G:Me and my finger are gettin aquainted. 2:How many you got? G:I got ten. But only one is workin. 2:Oh, well can I come over there? G:If you want to. 2:Do I want to? Do a bear shit in the woods and wipe his ass with a rabbit. G:Mmm. You gon rock it baby? 2:Hell yeah, I'm gon rock it baby. G:Like you did before? 2:No dizoubt. You gon feel that Thug Passion for real. G:Mmmm, baby. 2:I'm on my way though. I'm about to fly over there in a 500. It ain't gon take but a minute. Eh, light the candles. Get the baby oil out. Turn all the lights out. Drink a little bit of that shit. I'm on my way babe. I'm gon knock that pussy to the next week. G:Knock it out, baby, knock it out. 2:I'm gon knock the taste out yo mouth, girl. I'm gon put your legs on your head. I'm a tie you up, blindfold you. And we gon play which hole feel the best. G:You know which hole feel the best. 2:We fin to see tonight, though. G:I'm gon make you remember me. 2:Oh, yeah. G:Yeah. 2:Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can't find the steering shift you got me so fucked up. I'm playin with myself and shit. G:Can I shift your gear? |
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1. |
| 5:31 | ||||
The blind stares
of a million pairs of eyes lookin' hard but won't realize that they will never see the P (You must be goin' blind) give me my money in stacks and lace my bitches with 9 figures real niggas fingers on nickel plated 9 triggas Must see my enemies defeated i'm cashin' while they coked up and weeded open fire now them niggas bleedin' see me in flesh and test and get your chest blown straight out tha west, don't get blown my adversaries cry like ho's open and shut like doors is you a friend or foe ? nigga you ain't know ? they got me stressed out on Death Row i've seen money but baby I got to gets mo' you scream and go '2Pac' and I ain't stoppin' till i'm well paid bails paid now nigga, look what hell made visions of cops and sirens niggas open fire buncha Thug Life niggas on tha rise until I die ask me why i'm a Boss Playa gettin' high and when i'm rollin' by Niggas Can't C Me The stares of a million pairs of eyes and you'll never realize You can't C Me.. Been getten worried that these square muthafuckers with nerves sayin they can get with us but picture me gettin' served My own mama say i'm thuged out my shit be bumpin out tha record store as if it was a drug house my lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood nigga what ? It ain't nothin but a party when we thug and there I was a young nigga with heart ain't had shit to loose pullin' my pistol on them fools you know the rules D-R-E you got me heated my words like a penatentary dick hittin' bitches where it's most needed money and weed Alazay and Hennesse To my Thug niggas in lock down witness me bail on these ho's in floss mode tha life of a Boss Playa fuck what ya thought tho' my enemies deceased die like a bitch when my album hit tha streetz Niggas Can't C Me Niggas Can't C Me (Which way did he go George) (Which way did he go) (Which way did he go) (Which way did he go) You niggas made a mistake you shoulda never put my rhymes with Dre them Thug niggas have arrived and it's Judgement Day Hey Homie if ya feel me Tell them tricks that shot me that they missed they ain't killed me I can make a muthafucker shake rattle and roll i'm full of liquor thug nigga quick to jab at them ho's and I can make ya jelous niggas famous fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim is i'm just a rich muthafucker from tha way If this rappin' bring me money then i'm rappin' till i'm paid i'm getten green like i'm supposed to Nigga, I holla at these ho's and see how many I can go through Look to the star and visualize my debut niggas know me, playa I gotta stay true don't be a dumb muthafucker because it's crazy after dark where the true Thug niggas see ya heart Niggas Can't C Me.... (Yo, check this out, stay off his dick) Niggas Can't C Me (Right before your eyes, i'll disappear from here) You niggas Can't C Me, hahah (You Can't C Me) I know it's hard nigga, i'm all up in your face But you still Can't C Me (You Can't C Me) All up in your range, but niggas Can't C Me (20/20 vision won't visualize) I'm in tha flesh baby, but you Can't C Me (All tho' glasses won't help you realize) You blinded You blinded You Can't C Me (You Can't C Me) Thug Life baby Don't believe everything you read Alazay and weed (You Can't C Me) (Right before your very eyes, You won't even visualize) (You Can't C Me) Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac Niggas can't C Me, hahaha I dedicate this, to you PUNK Muthafuckers hahaha this ones for you big baby hahah cause you bitch ass niggas Can't C Me Niggas Can't C Me (ooooww) (ooooww) (You Can't C Me) (See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil) (You won't C Me) (First C Me, Now ya don't) (Wanna C Me, but ya won't) (Come to C Me, but ya Can't) (ooohhh, You Can't C Me) (You Can't C Me) (Right between your eyes, you'll never realize) (Right before your eyes, you won't even realize) (Visualize what you Can't C) |
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2. |
| 3:52 | ||||
Say he wanna be
Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he wanna be One day he's gonna be Said he's wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he's gonna be One day he gonna be Say he wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he gonna be One day he's gonna be Said he wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug He was a nice middle class nigga But nobody knew the evil he'd do When he got a little bigger Get off the final blaze While puffing on a Newport plottin' on a another way to catch a case Was only sixteen, yet convicted as a felon With a bunch of old niggas But you the only one who ain't telling I tell you it's a cold world, stay in school You tell me its a man's world, play the rules And fade fools, 'n break rules until we major Blaze up, getting with hoes through my pager Was raised up, commencing to money makin' tactics It's getting drastic, niggas got automatics My fingers on the trigga, Tell the lord To make way for another straight Thug Nigga I'm sitting getting buzzed, looking for some luv from the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug Said he gonna be Say he gonna be One day he's gonna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he gonna be One day he gonna be Say he wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he wanna be One day he gonna be Say he wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Straight from the Hall to the Penn Adolescent nigga scaling weight and standing Six feet Ten He carried weight like a Mack truck Gonna bust on some playa haters if the mutha fuckas act tuff Then thats when the lethal weapon with the razor This little nigga smoking weed and getting blazed up No one could figure, when the guns blast pull the trigga Could take the life of a young nigga guns bigger No mother and father, you see, the niggas all alone Old timers my role model, the war zone Released with this game 'til its a part of me My heart don't beat no fear and it ain't hard to see The future is looking dim I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sin I'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug Said he gonna be Say he gonna be One day he gonna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he gonna be One day he gonna be Say he wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Said he wanna be One day he gonna be Say he wanna be Shorty's gonna be a Thug Shorty gonna be a thug You little bad ass nigga, to the young niggas gotta stay sharp nigga, play your part you got plenty of time (you bad mutha fuckas) You only get three mistakes, then thats life, big baby (niggas craaazy) watch the signs Damn, you ain't but sixteen nigga? Sixteen?!?! That's a bad muthafucker |
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3. |
| 4:55 | ||||
(Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row
They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood Yeah with that funky sound *so funky* we be throwin' down) This goes out to you playa you know...you know who you are Chorus: repeat 3X Gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me So when ya see me nigga Ya better Holla at me Verse One: 2Pac Are you confused ? You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes of a nigga who don't have a thing to loose When me and you was homies no one informed me it was all a scheme You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams how could you do me like that ? I took ya family in I put some cash in ya pocket made you a man again and now you let tha fear put your ass in a place complicated to escape It's a fools fate without your word your a shell of a man I lost respect for you nigga we can never be friends I know i'm runnin' through your head now what could you do ? If it was up to you i'd be dead now I let tha world know nigga you a coward You could never be live until you die see tha mothafucken bitch in your eye Type of Nigga, that let tha evil of tha money trap me when ya see me nigga ya better holla at me (holla at me) can't let tha evil of tha money trap me So when ya see me nigga Ya better Holla at me Chorus: 2Pac (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) So I gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me so when ya see me nigga ya better holla at me (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) Verse Two: 2Pac courious spittin' lyrics on tha verge of furious i'm addicted to currency nigga that's why we're doin this I got shot up, I surprised tha niggas tha way I got up and then I hit the studio It's time to blow tha block up No hesitation this information got you contemplatin' heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation break him and let him see tha face of a mental patient it's a celebration of my criminal elevation with the participation I want members across tha fifty states to keep tha nation anticipatin' until we break will I be great, is it my fate ? to live tha life of luxury some niggas bought my tapes so much jelousy it scares me so be prepared cause only tha strong survive life isn't fair (fair) probably never knew tha way it feels to die so you figure fuck with me I give that ass a try Nigga, Holla at me Chorus (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) (Ohhhhhh....) Verse Three: 2Pac I shoulda saw tha signs I was blinded criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time so many brothas framed in this dirty game it's a shame so much pressure on my brain while she blame me Secrets in tha dark only her and I know now i'm sitten' in tha state pen doin time for slow guess she made a bad decision that got me livin' just like an animal i'm caged up in state prison my niggas dissin' cause hell have no fury like a woman scorn A cemetary full of mothafuckers got not knowin' picture my prophecy tha cops are attacking me, on top of me i'm runnin' from tha coppers but never let'em stop me cause i'm a soulja hell, ever since I was a little nigga havin' fantasies of one day getting older Niggas is paranoid trust a no no love is a mystery Fuck tha po po, Holla at me..... So when you see me nigga you better holla at me.... Chorus (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) (Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood Yeah with that funky sound (so funky) we be throwin' down) Chorus (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) (Ohhhhhhhh, heeeeyyy, ohhhhh nooo noooo noooooo) |
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4. |
| 4:19 | ||||
You wonda why they call U bitch
Look here Miss Thang hate to salt your game but yous a money hungry woman and you need to change. In tha locker room all the homies do is laugh. High five's cuz anotha nigga played your ass. It was said you were sleazy even easy sleepin around for what you need See it's your thang and you can shake it how you wanna. Give it up free or make your money on the corner. But don't be bad and play the game get mad and change. Then you wonda why these muthafuckas call you names. Still lookin' for a way out and that's OK I can see you wanna stray there's a way out. Keep your mind on your money, enroll in school. And as the years pass by you can show them fools. But you ain't tryin' to hear me cuz your stuck, you're headin' for the bathroom 'bout to get tossed up. Still lookin' for a rich man you dug a ditch, got your legs up tryin' to get rich. |
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5. |
| 5:10 | ||||
Outlaw Immortalz
Bow down to somethin greater than yourself trick Individuals capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swolls They know You watchin but you ain't seein what lies before you, beatch Picture if you will seven deadly human beings blessed with the gift to speak, the power to reach each nigga on every street May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud of what transpired since the day the seed was planted The G grew but we knew he'd rise up quick Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into shit Just me and my dogs livin like hogs Outlaw Immortalz What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue What lies between is the fiction Don't fuck around and make it true (Tupac) Hahahahahaha My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe I pull revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me Plus my alias is Makaveli A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a nigga bellt Bust him to see if he bleed, he shoulda never fucked around with a sick-ass nigga like me They call my name out and niggaz run, best be prepared for the Outlawz, here we come (Hussein Fatal) They call me Hussein fatal, it's a two game table I'm robbin ya niggaz cradle wit a knife in your navel Rap-related criminally activated and evil I wouldn't wanna be you behind my fuckin Desert Eagle Till the end, I'm tellin all friends and enemies You see what I got to make you freeze, to touch me you need ten of these Complete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast Young Gunz fire and niggaz bleed, I see Mo (Kastro) I be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials Sew up all the potential, million, billion dollar baller potential Sort it, oughta call on a nigga I'll be sure to get you Take cash bro, fast yo, for my Kastro Blast and I'ma last yo past all these Glass Joes and assholes who claim, like they be runnin thangs I be gunnin those same niggaz runnin late, to their fate (Napoleon) My alias is motherfuckin Na-poleon, and I'd rather be robbin again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin But the shit ain't nothin, and I got no time for no bluffin befo' a nigga finish with puttin in work I betta end up with somethin I think these niggaz got the game fucked up If they don't believe, that a young nigga like me, would bust (Boo-Yaa!) Perhaps it's a must, I'm facin cases, fuck probation is what I'm screamin when these money hungry cops be chasin Chorus: Tupac Thug nigga till we die, no mercy on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride! Thug nigga till we die, no mercy on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride! (Mussolini) It's the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini Mentally unstable, G status, so you can't see me Drug warlord, riding Concorde jets Rag Vette's, shakin bitches and snitches and trippin on sets Ingle-Watts banger, keepin one in the chamber For the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride Suicidal thoughts lurkin for kin, no end to revenge Fuck any, my alias Mussolini (Idi Amin) They call me Idi, from the side of seedy Young nigga greedy, so I'm runnin up on these niggaz easy It ain't nuttin, cause if they wantin somethin, so I'ma commence to dumpin stomp down and struck up while my beat is bumpin, Thuggin to my fuckin last nut, with lil Pole and Kastro Who you thought was on that asshole, don't ask though Outlaw Immortalz doin this dit-nirt on the sli-zow Ain't no chance to hide when we ride (Khadafi) My alias Khadafi, Trump tight so feds can't copy Six-three and cocky quick to hit your bitch if she drop me Severely addicted to livin like a fuckin felon while beefin with rookie cops the cookie rocks a nigga sellin Since a short I been livin life defiant, nickel plated chrome Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant, and I ain't lyin It's like it's me against myself with all these backstabbin snakes grabbin at my fuckin wealth (Mo Khomani) Mo Khomani goes terrorist, mad man killer The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers I'm that nigga with the fifty cal. caps, with the murderous stacks that increase, while these motherfuckers eat beef It's been a long road, a lot of episodes And as the glock loads, I gotta teach hoes Reach hoes, make em feel a nigga when I'm mashin Now I'm surpassin any assassin Chorus 2X (Tupac) Hahahaha, Outlaw Immortalz baby Y'all niggaz can't fade this ol crazy shit Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Khadafi, Mussolini Amin, Naploleon, Khomani What y'all really wanna do? Haha like them niggaz said "What would you do? If you could fuck with me and my crew" Hehahahahaha, Thug Life, yeah nigga Flashin on niggaz Thug Life right? This year we Thug Life But we Outlaw Immortalz We die nigga, but we multiply, we like legends nigga Like I'll make you famous motherfucker I'm talkin about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good shit My niggas make the papers baby My niggas make the front page Multiple gunshots (fades) |
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6. |
| 5:08 | ||||
Intro: 2Pac
Aight, new drink one part Alize one part Cristal Thugs Passion baby y'all know what time it is This drink is Guaranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard now if ya with me Pour a glass and drink with a nigga know what I mean ? I ain't trying to turn you all niggas into alcohols Alcoholics (ha ha) I'm just trying to turn you into muthafuckin thugs So come and get some of this thug passion Baby Verse One: Dramacydal I could pull out the drink and be good 'till it's relavent but I'm a straight solider, I'll roll up a nigga like its Heaven sent Tripping over dead presidents they got these derelicts I throw was down with this business Tryin' clown and get a cent and so rather than stand forever, been thinking drinking over a felony and hell of me and how it will be some other shit People telling me to cool out But they ain't feeling me a mutha fuckin fool 'bout my fuckin cheddar cheese and it pleases, passion of mine Thuggin huggin plenty of G's and laughing while I pass through times And all thes back stabbers be watchin Just keep it plain I'm a keep it the same partner Just take it the simple game I can pinkle with the rain twinkling diamonds and thangs go plinklin enough to hold me, til' I'm, old and wrinklin and These adversaries they gonna have to be worrying cuz I'm a be illing Fufillin my Passion Till I'm burryin' My Thug Passion Chorus: Jewell I heard it's the bomb and you got it going on give me some of your Thug Passion Babby You got me dripping wet from the way you make me sweat give me some of your Thug Passion Babby owwowwwowwww Verse Two: Dramacydal Now what if me turn this Henessee into a robbery the Prophecy probably suddenly switch and How it supposed to be? And Dirty money Can't be evil cuz it's filling up my tummy see Born in a position Death collision was futuristic twisting riches But there is only one way to make mo' so I'm standing on the corner trying to hustle in the snow and My bigga bro couldn't know but buy a four four blasting at playa hating wantin' mo' with a Thug Passion Verse Three: 2Pac Putting down mashin' control by this Thug's Passion unlike them other bustas pistol blastin' I'm asking, What Happened? To the niggas who kept it real like they claim to that's when I bang do see thang true Traveling this road my poor soul has been consolidated with all this bullshit I done tolerated How I made it can easily stated it's like my heart be gripped with the Passion to be the fucking greatest Load up and take shit (Dramacydal) Make this to some high dollar gangster shit jack a stack till we got enought bank to split Verse Four: Storm Creep with me through that Imortal flow Thug Passion got you tremblin' like Death on the Row make your move so I can throw your mind a curve while i'll be blowin up tha scene like my nigga Mr. Herb take a toke as your heart goes full arrest I got tha bomb so nigga, fuck tha rest ya need a 3rd to get ya flowin' and let that loc see smoke feelin' tha strokes of tha nine squeeze tight and slow Chorus Verse Five: 2Pac They say money don't make tha man but damn i'm makin' money observin' you muthafuckers cause some of you bitches funny say you want it but you bullshitin' lickin' them lips you got me about to act a fool quick sippin' on some Alize and Cristal, meanwhile buy me a drink and get to winking at me she smiles a niggas full of passion Satisfaction is everlastin' How does it feel ? what i'm askin' while i'm rubbin' on that ass why you laughin' ? see, i'm diggin' as if i'm curious full blown and furious baby get a grip when I be doin' this It's so physical my attraction driven by alcohol beware of my reaction baby i'm born to ball thugged out on Death Row You better recognize and picture what I said so Now you can feel it it's a potion for my niggas in motion forever blastin' bitches ain't ready for this Thug Passion Chorus 4X |
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7. |
| 5:15 | ||||
(Pac)
Yeah, clear enough for ya. Why niggas look mad. y'all supposed to be happy I'm free. Y'all niggaz look like you wanted me to stay in jail Cold bustas. Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz. I got no love for these niggas, There's no need to be friends. They got me under survailance. That's what somebody be tellin' me. Know theres dope being sold, but I ain't the one sell'in Don't want to be another number. I got a proper gang of weed to keep from goin under. The federales wanna see me dead. Niggas put prices on my head. Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed. I feed em lead. Now on release. How will I live? Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did? To feed kids. One life to live. It's so hard to be positive When niggas shootin at your crib. Mama, I'm still thuggin' The world is a war zone. My homies is inmates And most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man Still scheming on ways to put some green inside the palms Of my empty hands. Just picture me rollin'. Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen. My dreams is scensored. My hopes are gone. I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone. My nerves is wrecked. Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen. Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin. Picture me rollin. Can you see me now Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture Can you see it? Picture me rollin. Yeah nigga Eh, but peep how my nigga Syke duke do it. Guess who's back? (Syke) I got keys comin from overseas. Cost a nigga 200 G's. I'm a street comando. Nino for example. This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle. So I got to floss cuz I'm more like a boss playa. Thug granted to be a women layer So many playa haters, imitaters steady swangin. Make me wanna start bank bangin. So I'm caught up in the game. Let's go change. Packin 40 glocks. Contain or rearrange. All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies While I'm sippin on remy. In front of black lacs, chevies on the roam. 96 big bodies sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, Stone facing is on. You can admire but don't look too long. I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin. It's hard to imagine. Picture me rollin. (Danny Boy) Picture, picture me, picture me rollin Rollin, picture me rollin Wheelin, picture me rollin in Picture me yea yeah (CPO) I gots to get the fuck up in. Formulate a caper. Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper. My bitch fin to have a bastard, see? So I need to hit a lick, drastically. I see some ballin ass niggas and they slippin in my spot And, uh, diggin their plots. Check in the park, Pac. (Pac) We caught em sleepin. He didnt peep two niggas creepin. This how we do it every weekend And I dump for madness(?) It's time to count the profit. CPO, we got the bomb spot. Nigga, time to clock it. I get the liquor and you could get the females. This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales. (CPO) Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9. I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine. Now we satisfied. Got the pockets on swollen. Boss hog and this Pac nigga. Picture us rollin. (Pac) Heh, heh, heh. Y'all ready for me? Picture me rollin roll call. You know there's some mother fuckers out there I just could not forget about. I wanna make sure they can see me. Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities, All you bitch asses. Can you niggas see me from there? Ballin on yo mark ass. Heh, ha ha! Picture me rollin, baby. Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks, I told yall niggas when I come home it's on. That's right nigga, picture me rollin Oh, I forgot....the DA(district attorney) Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court. Can the ho see me from here? Can you see me, ho? Picture me rollin'. And all you punk police, can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin' nigga, legit. Free like OJ all day You can't stop me. You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker. Noope, Pain, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme Can you picture us rollin? Can you see me ho? Is y'all ready for me . We up out this bitch. Any time y'all wanna see me again, Rewind this track right here, close your eyes And picture me rollin. |
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| 4:39 | ||||
Hey, what time is it nigga ?
(I don't know) Oh shit, 12 o' clock Oh shit, we got ta get tha fuck outta here (hell yeah) Nigga, it's check out time nigga Hey call Kurupt, call Daz, call [???] call all those niggas up from downstairs tell tha valay, bring tha benz around Hey Kurupt, y'all niggas drivin' or are y'all flyin' back wussup ? (Man, i'm rollin' man, fuck that shit) Hey Syke man, come on nigga, get up out tha bathroom fool let's go! (I lost some money nigga) aw nigga damn Now I'm up early in the mornin' breathe stinkin' as I'm yawning Just another sunny day in California I got my mind focused on some papers While I'm into sexy capers Give a hollar to them hoochies last night who tried to rape us Will these rap lyrics take us ? Plus room all up in Vegas I'm a Boss Playa death before I let these bitches break us Last night was like a fantansy Alazhay and Heneesee A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin' with my man and me Told her I was interested picture all the shit we did I got her hot and horny All up on me hot and horny what a freaky bitch First you argued, then I fight it, till you lick me where I like it Got a nigga all excited It don't matter just don't bite it I never got to check out the scence too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeans Now it seems, it's check out time We got to go (2X) Its check out time We got to go (4X) They label me an outlaw So its time for the panty raid My fantansies came true with Janet on, I'm in an Escapade Did it all, in too soon All the homies runnin' through the halls room to room So I assume Since I'm a playa like my nigga Syke Then its only right for me to disappear into the night My games trump tight So I find time to recline Sneak into your room instant Messiah shit, wines of all kinds I ain't got much time so hurry up and pop the dime And let me hit it from behind Since I'm only here for one night I gots to get you hot and heated Play like Micheal Jackson and Beat It One more thing I like to mention I'm done and I'm out cuz there's someone else who deserves my atttention So all the homies round up in the lobby Cuz busting bitches is a hobby, nigga It's check out time We got to go (8X) Now I'm living the life of a Boss Playa The front desk callin' but I'm checking out later My behaviour is crazy, from what you did to me baby If walls could |
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| 4:14 | ||||
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| 5:08 | ||||
Big Syke, Newt, Payne, Bogard, Big Serv
Y'all know how this shit go (you know) All Eyez On Me Muthafucka, Legit Roll up in the club and shit All Eyez On Me All Eyez On Me But you know what I bet you got it twisted You don't know who to trust So many playa hating niggas trying to sound like us Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they know it Straight to the depths of hell is were those cowards goin' Well are you still down nigga, Holla when you see me And let these devils be sorry, but they finally freed me I got a caravan of niggas, every time we ride (every time we ride) Hitting muthafuckas up when we pass by (when we pass by) Until I die Live the life of a Boss playa, cuz even when I'm high fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my eyez Cuz all I want is cash and thangs, A five double 0 Benz and flaunting flashy rings Uhh bitches pursue me like a dream, Been know to disappear before your eyez, just like a dope fiend, it seems My main thang was to be major paid The game sharper than a mutha-fuckin razor blade Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies One niggas getting jealous, and muthafuckas died Depend on me like the first and fifteenth They my homies for a second, but these punks won't get me We got four niggas, and low riders, and ski masks Screaming Thug Life every time they pass All Eyez on Me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high All Eyez on me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high Hey, to my nigga Pac So much trouble in the world, nigga Can't nobody feel your pain The world changing everyday Times moving faaast My girl said I need to raise up, how long will she last? I'm caught between my women, and my pistol, and my chips Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as we dip I'm lost in the land, with no plan, living life flawless Crime Boss, contraband, let me toss this Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve I'm taking off on the curb The nervousness neglect make me pack a tek Devoted to serving this, Moet and paaayyy checks Like a kite sailin' nigga I'm forever Ballin' It ain't right, pair this ice triggas and fleas crawlin' Sucka duck and get busted, no emotion My devotion is handling my business nigga keep on coastin' Where yah goin' I been there came back as lonely homie Steady flaunting against the grain nigga still don't know me It's about the money, and the rap shit, this crap shit It ain't funny niggas don't even know how to act shit What can I do, what can I say, is there another way ? Blunts and Gin twenty-four parlay My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free niggas can't stand me All Eyez on Me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high All Eyez on me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me Will I survive, will I die, come on lets picture the possibilities Giving me charges, lawyers making a grip I told the judge I was raised wrong and thats why I blaze shit Was hyper as a kid, alone, as a teenager, on the mobile Calling big shots on the scene major Packing hundreds in my drawers, fuck the law bitches I fuck with a passion, livin' rough and raw Catchin' cases at a fast rate, balllin' in the fast lane Hustle 'til the morning, never stopped until the cash came I live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa Cuz we be getting high These niggas got me tossin' shit I put the top down now its time to floss my shit Keep your head up nigga, make these muthafuckas suffer Up in the Benz burning rubber The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped Cuz the criminal lifestyle equipped with the bulletproof vest Make sure your eyes is on the Meal ticket Get your money muthafucka Lets get rich and we'll kick it All eyez on Me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high All Eyez on me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high All eyez on me Pay attention my niggas See how that shit go Gonna walk up in this muthafucka And its gonna be like bing Cowards Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (bitches) Cuz we be getting high Every mutha fuckin' way I got a bustas, hoes, and police watching a nigga You know Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) All Eyez on me Its like, what they think I'm walking around With some keys in my pocket or something All Eyez on me They think I'm going back to jail They really on that dope Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all watching) (I know y'all got me in the scopes) Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all know this is Thug Life Baabbby) We be getting high (Y'all got me under surveillance) All eyez on me But I'm known |
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| 5:16 | ||||
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| 4:29 | ||||
(Tupac) They say
Intro/Chorus: (B-Legit) Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin (C-Bo) Where I can pile up my chips (Richie Rich) And niggaz call me a timer (Tupac) I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin (E-40) Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin (Tupac) That's right, that's right boy start that shit off Verse One: 2Pac I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized Picutes of me in my final stage you know Mama cried But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find Why I spend most of my time on California crime Watching for thievin I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead Why the fuck you cowards be runnin, too scared to fight a G For the life of me, I cannot see How motherfuckers picture livin life after a night of fuckin around with me And if you don't like this rhyme then bring your big bad ass to California, cause we ain't hard to find (B-Legit) Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin (C-Bo) Where I can pile up my chips (Richie Rich) And niggaz call me a timer (Tupac) I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin (E-40) Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin Verse Two: C-Bo, B-Legit I got my locs on hard hat goin to war Breakin them off on sight, stoppin lives like red lights Watch em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers And get to dumpin on they ass, like the last outlaws Rich, Tupac and the Click, smokin blunts, loadin clips With enough shit to raise your block in one dip We bring on horror like Tales From the Crypt And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick I'm fully automatic full of static and shit Movin Dodge van fifty rounds in the clip I'm ridin shot gun with the tint in the back I'm plan to have a motherfuckerin mint in this rap I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O Where sellin narcotics is all I know I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kind And if you need a motherfucker I ain't hard to find Some may call me Bootsy, but I call it timin That's while I keeps on grindin (that's right) to the point where a nigga can't stop Too much feelin this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch Whether it's a nigga or a hoe, a hoe get in my way, then that ass gots to go Cause a nigga steady plottin I serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep droppin (B-Legit) Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin (C-Bo) Where I can pile up my chips (Richie Rich) And niggaz call me a timer (Tupac) I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin (E-40) Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin (Tupac) C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich (E-40) Da Bay, beitch! Verse Three: E-40, Richie Rich Down the steps Abandonded broken down apartment complex Heavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scary Playboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama play Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitate Best shake and bake although mine was first to ask niggaz Motherfuckers didn't think I wasn't going do somethin, ask niggaz Threaten your life, ain't like you love him Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him Check this out I grew up with that nigga, threw up with that nigga I hear he tryin to ride, double-edgin for the other side But now, my glock be so judgemental Back seat of a rental keep my name out your dental Nigga, if your gum bleedin, and you needin mo' than twenty sticthes, you behaved like dem bitches Sideways to the race Heavy in the game, check the resident it's all the same Nigga, and we ain't hard to find (Tupac) Hell nah we ain't hard to find (C-Bo) The whole clickilation fool (E-40) Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch (Tupac) Why them niggaz actin like they can't find us like like they can't see us and like we don't be at the same spots they be at It's the same congregation, Young Pac is back YouknowhatImean? (C-Bo) Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit It's a celebration, Young Pac is back (E-40) Motherfuckers better understand this shit (Tupac) Ay D-Shot nigga can we get paid man? Can we just go there and sock this shit up? Hey, we smokin, and we ain't hard to fine Drinkin and shit, fuckin with some hurricane (E-40) A motherfucker's gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa (Tupac) You suPPOSED to Sideways to the next light... |
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| 4:01 | ||||
(Tupac Talking)
Heaven ain't hard to find (All you gotta do is look) Simply because you nervous, let me start off with my conversation Hoping my information, eleviates the hesitiation I can see it clearly now catch you smiling through your frown I'm askin' Baby Boo are you down ? Although I know you've heard about my reputation across the nation "Mr. I get around" My temptaion got me dripping wet perspiration I'm activated by the moves your making Baby why you faking? strip naked get the love making See its all in your mind, so every time I sip a glass of wine I fantasize till that ass is mine Never gettin' but wanting, never touching but wishing A straight thug on a mission until I get what I'm missing Stop with the beeper, baby Listen, I know you're grown, but pay attention Let me hypnotize with my tounge kissen' This is a message to bomb bodies and all dimes Turn around one more time Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaveeen) Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaven ain't hard to find) Heaven ain't hard to find Infact you can have it just have faith Just like a little kid, still believing in magic It takes a lot of scarifice with all the lonely nights on tour I need somebody I can trust in my life Let me apply the brakes baby you're moving to fast My conversations are getting deeper, but first let me ask Are you afraid of a thug ? and have you ever made love with candles and bubbles sipping in your tub Touch me and let me activate your bloodpressure This Thug Passion help the average man love better Picture me naked and glistening beneath the moonlight mist Take a shot of that alazhay come give me a kiss And maybe we can be better friends perhaps we'll be closer I'll be the thug in your life baby and you'll be my soulja And I know it takes some time And you got a lot of questions on your mind But relax, in due time Heaven Ain't Hard to Find (Heaveeen) Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaven ain't hard to find) You think we all dogs, thats why you cautious when I approached you Been talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken Through my eye contact, I wink and you respond back Look at me whats all that ? Huh its like the closer you get, Baby the quicker I'm speaking I got a flight out Chicago, lets kick it this weekend I'm sipping Heneesee and coke tho' addicted to weed smoke I'm fiendin' for your body even mo' Oh god help me identify me truest thoughts your hidden motives full of passion who would of thought Come hollar at me baby, love me for my thug nature Far from a playa hater, label me a money maker Straight heart breaker Baby we can be friends I can soup you in my Benz we'll ride I'll let you floss it for your friends Once we begin until the end, it gets better with time I'm makin' love to your mind baby Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaveeen) Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaven ain't hard to find) |
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<i><b>Roger Troutman</b></i>
<a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California">California</a> love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Los_Angeles" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Los Angeles">LA</a> In the city of good old Watts In the city, the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Compton" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Compton">Compton</a> We keep it rocking We keep it rocking <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb-ass hemp beat The state where you never find a dancefloor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean, mean, money-making machines serving fiends I been in the game for ten years making rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shining; looking like I robbed Liberace It's all good from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Diego" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Diego">Diego</a> to the Bay Your city is the bomb if your city making pay Throw up a finger if you feel the same way Dre putting it down for California California (California) knows how to party (knows how to party) California (West Coast) knows how to party (yes they do) In the city of LA (city of LA) In the city of good old Watts (good old Watts) In the city, the city of Compton (city of Compton, yeah) We keep it rocking (keep it rocking) We keep it rocking Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it Shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (that's right...) Shake it, shake it, baby, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreaming Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearing hoochies screamin' Fiending for money and alcohol The life of a Westside player, where cowards die And it's all war Only in Cali where we riot, not rally to live and die In LA we wearing Chucks, not Ballys (that's right...) Dressed in locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossing but have caution; we collide with other crews Famous 'cause we programme worldwide Let them recognize from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Long_Beach" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Long Beach">Long Beach</a> to Rosecrans Bumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's Westside So you know <a href="/Category:Label/Death_Row_Records" title="Category:Label/Death Row Records">The Row</a> won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of LA From <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Oakland" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Oakland">Oakland</a> to <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Sacramento" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Sacramento">Sac-Town</a> The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of LA (South Central) In the city of good old Watts (that's right) In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rocking We keep it rocking (Yeah, yeah, now make it shake) Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, mama (West Coast) Shake it Cali... <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> ...Yeah... Long Beach in the house... yeah. Oaktown; Oakland definitely in the house... <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Francisco" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Francisco">'Frisco</a>, 'Frisco <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Hey, you know LA up in this <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Pasadena" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Pasadena">Pasadena</a>, where you at? Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Even <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Hollywood" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Hollywood">Hollywood</a> trying to get a piece, baby <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Sacramento, Sacramento, where you at? Yeah <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Throw it up, y'all, throw it up, throw it up, I can't see you |