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Uhh.. dear Mr. President
Whas happenin? I'm writin you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected Ain't nothin changed All the promises you made, before you got elected.. .. they ain't came true Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President (Me and my homies is wonderin what's goin on.. holla!) Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood Send mo' troops.. Why should I lie, when I can dramatize? Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick My heaviest verse'll move a mountain Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin Fuck the friendships, I ride alone Destination Death Row, finally found a home Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin on? Figure if we high they can train us but then America fucked up and blamed up I guess it's cause we black that we targets My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit In case you don't know, I let my pump go Get ?ride for M'Thulu? like I ride for Geronimo Down to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter to the President Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops (What should I do?) Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless and young soul bros, ready to rode a starship Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt It's the only thing makin pay besides smoke and work On a mission listen more chips my goal and position First on my decision I realized the same nigga Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better But you keep, tellin us, that it is while your motherfuckin troops keep killin our kids, dig Don't be surprised if you see us Dumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke Fightin first my trained brain until it's not so It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care for a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here Me and these 223'sll freeze the biggest with ease I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees and I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President |
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| 4:45 |
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Dear Lord
As we down here, struggle for as long as we know In search of a paradise to touch (my nigga Johnny J) Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go The only place for us I know, try to make the best of bad situations Seems to be my life's story Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain And can't nobody live this life for me It's a ride y'all, a long hard ride Somebody break me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed the semen Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop From a single drop, this is what they got Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser Only plan he had for momma was to fuck her and abuse her Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me Stranded on welfare, another broken family Now what was I to be, a product of this heated passion Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of ass Look how it began, nobody gave a fuck about me Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me How can I survive? Got me askin white Jesus will a nigga live or die, cause the Lord can't see us in the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine No sunny days and we only play sometimes When everybody's sleepin I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own on the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn You can buy rocks glocks or a herringbone You can ask my man Ishmael Reed Keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pass the weed nigga That Hennessey'll keep me keyed nigga Everywhere I go niggaz holla at me, "Keep it real G" And my reply til they kill me Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise Still I (still I) I rise (I rise) Please give me to the sky (the sky) And if (and if) I die (I die) I don't want you to cry I stay sharp as always Runnin ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways Dumpin crews like two's, nigga all day Secrets of war prepare me for the worst A life that's lavish full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse But now my dreams it seeems though, be placin triple beams and things bro Diamond pinkie ring got the loot poppin out my jeans |
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Baby Don't Cry (Keep Ya Head Up II)
[2Pac] I feel you {uhh} .. (baby don't) but you can't, you can't give up {Hey.. 2Pac what?} [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {Outlawz} Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {Keep ya head up} [2Pac] Now here's a story bout a woman with dreams So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while I could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek Sheddin quiet tears in the back seat; so when she asked me, "What would you do if it was you?" Couldn't answer such a horrible pain to live through I tried to trade places in the tragedy I couldn't picture three crazed niggaz grabbin me For just a moment I was trapped in the pain, Lord come and take me Four niggaz violated, they chased and they raped me Even though it wasn't me, I could feel the grief Thinkin with your brains blown that would make the pain go No! You got to find a way to survive cause they win when your soul dies [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby please don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {never give up} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up} Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry [Edi Amin] Uhh Forget him girl (forget him girl) he ain't gon' never change I ain't no hater but that nigga lost in the game After the bright lights and big thangs he probably could loev you, but he in love with the struggle Everyday, his mind on gettin mo' (gettin mo') and never your feelings, he's chasin millions fo' sho' Uh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn) Another wild-ass nigga that's gon' drive you crazy You got too much, mo', livin to do - I'm spittin this to you, cause you deserve more than what he givin to you (that's right) Beautiful, black, precious, and complicated A new millennium dime piece, so fine she got em all stuck standin still when she come through Baby take a little mo' time, love'll find you And show us the sky's blue somebody other than me gon' give you everything you need, feel me? {Don't cry-ahhhhh..} [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright} Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {keep your head up} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up} Even when the road is hard, never give up {no no.. ohhhh} Baby don't cry [Young Noble] I'm tryin to do all that I can, from jump Now you losin, you was choosin the wrong man Dealt the wrong hand, you was young and beautiful Lost and turned out, what you let that nigga do to you? (Damn) I knew her since elementary, she blew a kiss to me Wrote me a note in crayon, wantin to get with me We was kids, now she got three kids They see their father e'ryday, and they don't know who he is Seen him last night, homey roll a E-class Mad cheese in the stash, still a deadbeat dad I bring her, Pampers and food, just to stop through But those, ain't my seeds, nuttin really I could do (nah) I feel pity for you, you ain't even his wife Seventeen with three kids, locked down for life Shoulda chose me, she bout to O.D. from the pressure Hell nah I won't let her {BABY DON'T CRY} [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright} Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby don't cry} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby baby baby} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {no..} Even when the road is hard, never give up {no-ohhhh} Baby don't cry, I gotta keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up {ooooh baby} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {keep your head up} {keep your head up, never give up} Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry [Young Noble] Uhh, uhh, yeah, don't give up {you'll be alright} Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry [Edi Amin] For all the ladies {Soulshock, Karlin} Baby don't cry Got to keep your head up {keep your head up} Makaveli the Don {head up} aight? |
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| 5:08 |
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[2Pac]
As the world turns.. As the world turns my niggaz grow and grow and grow and get dough and roll and ride Niggaz die and mommas cry Niggaz got alibis and suicides and homicides and three strikes and yo' life and my life and times change And niggaz fame, as the world turns.. Though I walk thru the valley of hell the shadow follows me Wisdom hard to swallow tomorrow expect apologies You probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me I pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me And still, the best of us build, and reach monetary gains Some of us kill, but still, most of us can change if we search deeper, god bless the hustler, curse the first sleeper Enemies get beside me, flows go deeper inside We we ride plots keep all my enemies blinded Time will soon show, a thought can last for years Outshinin them fakes smile plastic tears like last year, niggaz stuck in the past, and it's clear Just some busta ass bastards allergic to cash this year Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-B Killin bustaz is my motherfuckin job, him or me Lyrically fatally driven, niggaz reported missin My competition dead or in prison, as the world turns... Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background) (Turns.. turns, turns, turns, and turns My niggaz grow and grow and grow and gettin dough and dough and dough from this state to that state from this cell to that cell, as the world turns) As the world keeps turnin round and round It's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin [Young Noble] As the world turn burnin paths, starin through my rearview It's a war goin on, and the President is in too I hear Tu-Pac sayin, "Watch em they'll kill you" Sippin Thug Passion, scrub actin like he feel you Steady plottin, ready or not; Outlawz lost but not forgotten, from Gittere to Compton A spitter of the hotness, long timeness So like six I ain't never been rich I need cream, to buy Ellene a dream house She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlawww [Napoleon] Another lonely nigga with a 12-gage pump with a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, fuck these punks Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf I ride or die for Makaveli the legendary war thug nigga Kadafi betta unslug this nigga, Seike betta undrug this nigga Out of the buildin we street children with no souls Our hearts gon' stay cold, the war gon' stay on We serve em, like Pac told us to, catch em wet with the tec Hit em in the neck and watch him die like he supposed to Napoleon the front line soldier, front times over Rider for the mightly dollar rather drunk or sober Nigga talkin thug walkin all through yo' squad Y'all niggaz scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie Better be prepared than try to dunk away from these strays homie Worlds turn, thangs burn, all in one shot Rest in peace to the fallen soldiers, all that we got As the world turns.. Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background) (And my niggaz roll and ride, hahaha Niggaz gettin swoll out And it don't stop and it don't quit That real shit! As the world turns.. Niggaz die for How many you niggaz try for this? As the world turns Murderin methods.. haha OUTLAW!) As the world keeps turnin round and round It's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin As the world keeps turnin round and round It's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. [E.D.I. Amin] Only haters caught feelings, when my homie caught millions And acquired the desired status of boss livin We cross driven, cornered into a life that's hellish Payin our dues with bloodshed, ain't shit y'all could tell us Fellas - mount up, it's time for battle, it's on now Two worlds collidin armies ridin soldiers, gone wild Sometimes I think my glory days was back in my youth I sought too for family, but I got it lost in these ounces Now as the world turns court adjourns, I'm sentenced to burn The cost of my sins too much, nuttin left to earn [Kadafi] October 9th 1977 first day out my baby carriage Married my Mack-11 hit the block playin Only five years up in this bitch, poppa runnin from the Feds Puttin peanut butter on the walls to hide his prints Me on my own, not yet grown but only man of the home to protect my zone in these streets I roam Dough on d-low, downin straight shots of Cristal Brothers Hundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, fuck eighth I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state Got the drop on the spot, movin pounds of weight Fuck my fate and lots of loot to burn, a hustler's yearn for this dirty money earned as this crooked world turns Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper (repeats as Tupac speaks) [2Pac] Hahaha.. as the world turns.. and turns and turns and turns.. haha This for the soldiers out there involved in the everyday struggle Hopin to bubble, keep on hustlin, as the world turns Money come and go, hoes come and go, foes come and go Friends come and go.. my soldiers, stay eternal Outlaw Immortalz, dedicated I send this to black Jesus, only he can feed us When you need us, as the world turns Throw this shit in the deck, hahah Niggaz gettin chin checked From the East to the West best to wear a vest Nigga we ain't the ones to test, fuck you As the world turns Outlaw ridahs, Mutah right beside us Camillion, wanna make a million Haha legit, as the world turns.. haha.. Burn baby burn [Napoleon] A lot of niggaz get burned as the world turns A lot of niggaz gettin burned as the world turns.. Gettin burned as the world turns |
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<i>[2Pac]</i>
Oh s**t, caught that ni**a alone Ain't that a bi**h Hey, uh, this one here is, uhh for them ni**az that be Johnny Dangerous when they be f**kin fifty deep But they be f**kin cowards when they by theyselves You know who I'm talkin about (You know who I'm talkin about) that's right You ain't s**t without your homeboys You ain't s**t without your homeboys You ain't s**t without your homeboys Now Now everytime I see you cats is rollin in packs For the life of me I cannot see why you don't know how to act Love to clown when you deep, but when you on that solo creep out on the streets you don't hear a peep ni**a it's a god damn shame, somebody explain why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man's game Tear that a*s out the frame, completely get that a*s kicked Woke up on the street but you'll be sleepin in the casket How long will it last, ni**a don't ask, just be first to blast Outlaw on the mash tryin to be the first to see some cash My s**t's cla*sic, like my ni**a Nate Go get the tape, we keep the nation anticipatin until we break Money made me evil, court cases got me stressed ni**az aimin at my head but I still wear my vest I don't give a f**k motherf**kers I'm loc They all duckin when my gun smoke cause you ain't s**t without your homeboys You probably run at the sound of funk I give a f**k, you ni**az is punks Without your homeboys, you be the first to reach in your trunk You scary ni**az is punks, you ain't s**t without your homeboys ni**a, punk a*s motherf**ker You ain't s**t without your homeboys Throw your hands up you little trick, coward motherf**ker <i>[Young Noble]</i> Like Yak said, how the f**k you gonna shoot me rocks When you got the Outlaw 'Pac s**ttin ya box You was lookin real weak walkin down the street Now a ni**a thirty deep, oh you wanna beef Talk cheap, shoot a ni**a the fair one Your homies like f**k it, what's this you the only scared one (faggot a*s) Damn son, close call I bet Now down around the way you gets no respect They like that Outlaw ni**a played you out We could have took it to the firfth I would I have laid you out ni**az be actin all different when they dogs come around Watch em act like bi**hes when Outlawz draw down They all clown, better yet they all stunned You the type to have a gun and never blazed it once Get y'all banana split, you ain't Emmanuel Outlawz you'll never forget Makaveli the Don get a call y'all Turnin these streets into Vietnam Where your homeboys, homeboy <i>[2Pac]</i> You ain't s**t without your homeboys My thug ni**az, I love ni**az From small time crooks to big-time drug dealers My homeboys, the only thing a ni**a got left I love my ni**az to death, we ain't s**t without our homeboys .. You know what time it is I ain't s**t without my homeboys Hey, tell em the story how you came up ni**a Now I was born alone, took my first joint and I got high alone Now I'm an Outlaw ni**a, I never die alone Me and my ni**az is so close, it's complicated One ni**a smokin and drinkin, and yet we all faded My ni**a Edi had a son we all happy Cause now that little ridah got to deal with eight daddies My ni**az cry, we all cry, and all ride To rectify the problem, motherf**kers they all die Been tryin to make a million, by hustlin since my adolescense From crack dealin to rap villian, my new profession Who wanna see me at eight deep, f**k 3D You coward a*s motherf**kers'll never see me Bustin with automatic straps, my raw raps like good crack ni**az fiendin, I got em comin back Until I die, they label me as a ridah Forever, my ni**az be together Ain't s**t without your homeboys Thug ni**az I love ni**az From small time crooks to big-time drug dealers Without your homeboys, the only thing a ni**a got left I love my ni**az to death We ain't s**t without our homeboys (without our homeboys) Love my ni**az to death We ain't s**t without our homeboys Love you ni**az to death |
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[2Pac]
Get on yo' knees nigga Get on yo' knees and pray Huh, increase the doses, busting whoever closest Thug living, hell or prison, never losing my focus I'm making money moves mandatory In a discussion my past records tell a story Picture niggas we rushing and still busting Til the cops come running, duck in abandoned buildings Ditching my gun, homeboy the motherfucking villain I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds In a dirty bitch, waiting to trick me, not the life for me Living carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me I'm busting on niggas until they scurry, I'm clearly A man of military means in my artillery Watching over me through every murder scene From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die Selling dope to all the fiends, at times I want to cry And still, we try to change the past, in vain Never knowing if this game'll last, feeling ashamed Of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I selling my soul? Got tired of small time livin, niggas telling me no I got MINE, FUCK THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for us [Chorus: x2 2Pac] Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on judgment day It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let em play me for a buster, make it hell 4 a hustler [E.D.I. Amin] Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness If I fail, then I suffer, being broke is hell 4 a hustler So I stay struggling and juggling with all the might I can muster Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in One's five's and ten's was funny money So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo' Real nigga fo' sho', out in the cold for dough What you thought? ?, lost homies in plenty battles Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you Let me catch you slipping, you soft niggas is outta here In case you forgot, we on the same shit that got us here [Young Noble] Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make Every jail I break, every mill' I ate Head to head, whoever hustle hardest On the block ducking charges, nigga fuck the sergeant He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke Listen tho' I'm missing dough I gotta gather mo' Hell no, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words For all my young thugs in jail in Jerz They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck son Dying luck none supply us with much guns I buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya Slanging cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler [Chorus] [2Pac] No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons I learned And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social Niggas shaking like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu Niggas do unto these snitches, before it's done to you And if the cops come arrest me in the evening Best believe they coming for my dogs in the morning And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug Tell me will my niggas mourn me? Getting blowed out High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify Strikes, walking close to my third, I live a trouble life And if you dream be a part of my team From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for busters Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler [Chorus [2Pac] This is how we ride Not knowing if we'll live or die Catch me rolling with my motherfucking guns on the side In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild til they all die This is how we ride Not knowing if we'll live or die Catch me rolling with my motherfucking guns on the side In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild Until they all die, Outlaw Yes (change my ways) yes The Black Jesus guide us through this Weary weary weary weary Only God can save us Nothing but boss players Outlawz and thugs |
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| 6:00 |
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[E.D.I Amin]
I speak For all my niggaz livin' in the rush Slow it down just a notch baby It's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright [2Pac + E.D.I Amin] Life in High Speed Fuck the punishment, tie weed I gonna buy me a gun Fuck doin' time [2Pac] I live life High Speed Slightly disillusioned by weed I breed thug muthafuckas even worse than me When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me My army, niggaz decieve swiftly Look at you now, why you wanna hang out? I pull the hammer back Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthafuckin' back out They blast but I'm still standin' Slightly scarred deep Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul Though my life was hard with no remorse I absorb bomb less it's without protection for the boss Rollin' in my double, raw, rugged, and ruthless Keep a vest through these hard times, knowin' it's useless And my crew, who could should be mistaken for Jews We all about our past, blast if he break the rules Fools done snitched for the D.A., be heavensent Switched like a stone-bitch, turned str8 severed then, why? Then they wonder why niggaz die Put your family in danger just to get high Now, what the hell can we get from jail? More tricks for the crime rate, this is hell Bail out, a thug nigga fresh out the jailhouse Open your safe count and take all your mail out Whatever happens happens Whoever falls dies We fresh out of time, livin blind, so we all ride In times like these, chronic and tie weed Puffin' through these High Speedz And people say Chorus (2Pac): Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night [Yaki Kadafi] Verbal assassin, I hit the corner fast, blastin' I plan to stretch your chest plate back like elastic No need to push me to slippin' I love beef, like pussy and pistols For all you pussies that's soft as tissue I ride plottin' like the fall guy out the roof Bustin' at you wise guy, gettin' high, sippin' hundred proof Gettin' your neck joints low to verdict wit' mine Get that ass attacked, murdered, and robbed, blind from behind Grab your shots', callin' Catchin niggaz while they stormin' Kickin' his door in And get your whole fuckin' family a' mournin' Plus all you itchy-bitchy types can't touch me Frontin' like your hard I'll play your fuckin' yard like a trussel Chorus (2Pac): Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night [E.D.I Amin] At times, I look through times wit' so much anger Wonderin' why it keeps on passin' bringin' me the danger No singal hard time is a good one At times I'm amazed Now what the mutha fuck a hood done What we do to get paid All day, for the almighty, dollar Don't even bother to holla We all destined to be swallowed By the same thing we lust for Threw away our morals in bags of dust, more Niggaz is dying tommorrow We, bet on all time Nigga the clocks tickin' Approachin' is the day you only know your glocks spittin Cops sittin', politicians passin' laws you ain't knowin' Soon that money goin' be illegal when you got it Keep your dough up But I ain't goin' tell you, what?, to stop chasin' paper Man, I'm just like ya'll, I worry 'bout that shit later Put the metal to the pedal, slash up nigga, blaze Lets get blowed out High Speed til the end of my dayz Now my people say Chorus (2Pac): repeat 5X Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night [2Pac] High Speedz (we goin' all night) Life of an Outlaw, ghetto starz (we goin' all night) (Yes) I'm gonna buy me a gun Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? (I'm gonna buy me a gun) For my niggaz on the WestSide and the EastSide And the NorthSide and the SouthSide (I'm gonna buy me a gun) (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) From Compton to Jersey (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Gettin' it real hard Niggaz in Michigan, (M.O.B nigga, M.O.B) From Atlanta, Georgia to Utah (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) From St. Louis to Alabama (I'm gonna buy me a gun) From Mississippi to Oakland, from San Francisco to San Diego Seattle to Florida (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) Maine to Mass, haha (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Food and Sex (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop, and it won't quit And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night High Speedz And it don't stop, and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop, and it won't quit And it don't stop, and it won't quit Outlawz with that rough shit, baby! [E.D.I Amin] Learn about it Pac you goin' rap? |
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Churches burnin, planes fallin from the sky
Murder, the good die young The good definitely die young This is a lil' somethin' To help you get through the day If you could It was more than a tragedy Emotions be grabbin' me Plane fell from the sky We tryin' to figure what happened Burnin' churches, fearin' God Who can be so cruel We all ignorant to AIDS Till it happens to you Just be a man, make plans Listen to your voice A woman's tryin' to make decisions We should leave them a choice Cause who are we to say who lives and die Breathes and stops All this judgement on other lives Needs to stop What are we livin' for Givin' more back than takin' On my knees still waitin' for my own salvation Now I feel abandoned cause Pat Bucanan say I'm greedy You can take my taxes, send me to war But can't feed me It's so easy to regret things After they done Babies catchin' murder cases Scared to laugh in the sun The tragedies that we all need Love in doses In times like these we feel closest The good die young Does anybody have an answer why It seems the good die young Can anybody tell me why Can anybody tell me why Now in my world will it get worse When I been trapped since birth But I had to sleep in a hearse Cause it was my bed first My grands probably burnin' Turnin' in they grave Some folks ain't even get to see a high age But they did so I ain't afraid And this money got me feelin like a star And this murder got me Feelin like my death ain't far And the land (?) and stolen cars Don't get no better Don't get no weaker or no harder I was raised in a rush without my moms And my father So tell me somethin If I grab my gat and get the dumpin' Would God get to lookin' at me funny Rest in peace to my mother Aquillah Beale Rest in peace to my father Salek Beale Rest in peace to my grandparents And thug in peace to my brother Seike You know I love you Witch world first storms (?) and then Al Pac and then Yak Redrey (?) Brown Coulda' sworn I seen ya face in a cloud Family grievin' on your last breath Close to the heart whether you know it or not I swear the love won't stop Jewel, that's my boo Mom, Duke and Lou >From jump You kept it true, helped to feed the crew The good die young Livin' fast jumpin' the gun Mama blamin' the community for killin' her son My cousin Darren wasn't scared of goin' But never knowin' he was dyin' slower I guess I see ya when I see ya soulja Does anybody have an answer why It seems the good die young Can anybody tell me why Can anybody tell me why I know my life ain't promised That's why the wise move in silence Analize these scandalous times It's hard dogg but we manage Schools turn to war zones Even homes unsafe Leavin' children to play caged and raged They hate, how come Someone explain why the good die young Why the bad die slow and outlive everyone It's time somethin' is done For our young kids They growin' opus (??) That ain't the way to live Tell me why Days go past and as they pa s Time move quicker No time for wastin' Put your hustle down my young dealers Cause the end is nearer But at least that's what they tellin' me Hell, all I know brothers Ain't ridin' 4 3 felonys It's time to plan, plot, and strategize Capitolize, mobilize We in the war y'all It's for all y'all My family to the ones that stabbed (?) me Little bit mo' love is what's recommended Yeah, and it's plain to see The seeds from you and me Gon' be the ones to lead us towards unity That's if we treat them right Man, teach them right Raise your kids better than you was And see what it does But if you don't Man, we sho' to be done We'll all see exactly why the good die young Does anybody have an answer why It seems the good die young Can anybody tell me why Can anybody tell me why [Talk] This is for all my homeboys that pa sed away And all yo' homeboys that pa sed away I send this out to all the fallen soldiers That's in the cemetaries buried Never got to see they dreams For everything I touch you touch For every step I take you take For every breath I breather you breathe Every dollar I make you make I told you we'd make it to the sunshine one day You just got there a little quicker But like my homeboys Thugs say I'll catch ya at the crossroads The good die young This song is dedicated to all them Young kids and people that are innocent That died young At Columbine High Rest in Peace (Oklahoma) Outlawz Lil' young Xzandafer Tasha, all them All the fallen kids The dead babies The closed caskets |
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(hahhh, hahaha) Hehehe, word It's like all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni a, haha) Tell me how you feel homey (Yeah, it took a week to go down) You recollects and see how crazy it sounds The whole town's on a mission, adolescents (penitentary bound) (Now ducin Young Trigga) Since birth, eyes set on gettin bigger Just anotha wild-a s ni a (But he was fiendin for Precious) WHAT? (But Precious was a ghetto girl) Couldn't be no sex without that gold Lexus (But Lil' Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his papers) Seein visions of people smokin and ni az catchin vapors Got his man from around the corner (we'll call him Lil' Mo) (Been in so many reform schools they had to let him go) (Here's where the plot thickens) They got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin (They call the squad, hittin blocks with they guns blowin) (Somebody's gonna die tonight) Still no one's knowin, so they kept goin Catchin dealers comin out they cars (will they survive?) (Two semi-automatic nines, them ni az died) (Plus nobody in the hood cries, it's like they celebrate to death and wish they could die) So peep the lesson But wait a minute back to Precious She's snortin dope in the back seat of Trigg's Lexus TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets [Lawz] TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets (Don't let these ghetto streets get you, Precious) (was the victim, from a dime to a nickel) Hopin God's blessings stick with ya Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who's gettin bigger Familiar face, but a man now, it's Lil' Trigga Now Lil' Mo was a soldier to the fullest Down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets (All he wanted was to be a thug) Never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love (Here's where it gets ya) Now Precious is pregnant, Lil' Trigga is happy He wants to marry her now (not knowin he ain't the daddy) But Precious was lonely while Lil' Trigga was makin dough She's slippin in secret places and gettin with Lil' Mo The neighborhood's buzzin, now people are talkin Lil' Trigga's gettin pictures of the both of 'em walkin (Hand in hand, couldn't understand) How his baby's mama could disapear with another man (and his best friend) Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you don't believe me Then watch the way that this story ends and maybe you'll see There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in killin Just the smoke from the cap peelin a man with no feelings TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets Bury you dead and look ahead A man with no feelings [Lawz] TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets That's all we got left, that's all [Outlawz] Now with the problems of poverty and the tricks to these tales How many people'll die how many'll live to tell Although best friends before Lil' Trigga and Mo (They in an all out war, over a fiend they ain't know) Behind the curtains their privacy lust is already laid down The results is the same with different names and it turns out Y'all know how it is, same old thing in the same old town Lil' Trigg got his nose wide open on this one trick, now he's played out Think it's Lil' Mo (was plottin plans on gettin bigger) (Precious was his way to put his hands on Lil' Trigga) All the while let's look at Precious Too dumb to see what's goin down (too doped up to ask questions) Used to be comrades (but now we blast on sight) What could be so bad (God, will we last tonight?) From misdemeanors to felonies, small-time to sellin ki's I can't believe the s t they tellin me They open fire, three bodies drop, so call the cops (Precious, Lil' Mo and Trigg) TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Aiy QBIII in this motherf ker Teardrops and closed caskets We dedicate this to all the fallen comrades (that's right) All the homies that didn't make it to see this day (rest in peace) [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Yaknahmean? I know it's hard out there, heheh with teardrops and closed caskets It's like that's all we got to look forward to these days Murders, brothers dyin, funerals [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] s t, it's like I done ran out of suits homey I done ran out of tears Know we gon' have to do somethin y'all We gon' have to do somethin [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Cause I know all these mothers is tired of seein the same thing (rest in peace) Teardrops and closed caskets I send this out to M'thulu Geronimo and to, all the fallen comrades, all the soldiers [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone (to the homey Boonie, rest in peace ni a) [Pac] All the homies that fell, all the homies May God bless your families May you always live in the motherf kin heart [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] In a thug ni az heart forever (that's right) Rest in peace ni a May your enemies be deceased, dead on the streets We can't have peace til the ni az get a piece [Nate] Will I.. |
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Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight f k it, we gone flip some new s t now You heard "All Eyez on Me," ni az know what time it is (Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that Rhymin and stealin, sellin five million (Outlaw.. ninety-nine) Fresh out on bail, ni az still can't see me (Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein) That's how it is Now we got a new motherf kin plan, and a new mission (Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw) Competition, so they say, these ni az is gay (Outlaw - Outlaw) Blast me? It could never happen At least not while I'm walkin and rappin Heard of some ni az on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me (Throw ya hands up, hands up) They can't hide, listen to the rough s t, my click (Throw ya motherf kin hands up) I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni az can't f k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni az can't f k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy Don't want to hurt a soul ni a, so don't make me I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through But that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets Even on the other side brothers die, but ride ni az get high off a slow form of suicide Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties I live my life to f kin mo', exposin tragically How can we find some peace and ni az still ain't get a piece I know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat I'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through to become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears 2Pac + Young Noble I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni az can't f k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni az can't f k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears Thugged out baby! [Young Noble] We don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT? We don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still wanna be a thug? Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends Seeking a better path, expose a better half of me Blast for me, the task after me For a few years sheddin tattooed tears like Gram' Sammy, we feudin for the whole damn family We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time Outlawz locked down for some past crimes Fast dimes made my stash grow smaller Your block ain't no harder, fake baller [Napoleon] ni a it's like this I been thuggin just for the cause of it Out to get all of it, but I'll never loose my balls and s t And it's all for the pressure that'll make me cock my s t up off the dresser Made ni a mafia of course my ni as gonna test ya Answers to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson Still stucked up in a f k session, Jersey where the ni az flexin Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die So ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe me my life for the things he did, but I turn my pleasure into sin Blazed out sheddin tattoed tears s t.. ain't no unity in my community it's do or die Seein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin high as life replays like time; underhanded schemes to get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime My enemies want me squeezed They get dumped like 3's, with 57 wasted at they knees Please beware we thugs revolution size Criminals dare be last mental me intitutionalize Locked down, got many shell shocked, now Holdin down fort like I'm stuck in court cell block style Yo I been loosin sleep, stay awake way past late Visions of killers en ma se at the blast mayne As I lay here gatted down and tatted Knowin now it's hard to slow down for a addict It's been years of stugglin, guzzlin beers Beefin and never even, ain't no love in the air And I suffer my s t in hell, talkin to the heavens Walkin thru the valley of death with my fellas I lost a lot, startin with hope I tried And for every tattoo I got a moment I cried I'm thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell pain Step in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brain I'ma hold it down tho', with all the struggle to bear Ain't nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tears Come on... |
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<i>[Napoleon Talking]</i>
Life... What the f**k is life for ni**az like us? Been waking up to another muthaf**kin' day I'm the type of soldier, A ni**a that seen Everything in my muthaf**kin eyes I seen my parents get killed To my muthaf**kin eyes I seen my brother kill his-self in my eyes I seen Pac.. Yak.. die in the struggle in my eyes So I know anybody can be touched You know what I mean? <i>[Napoleon]</i> Oh God forgive me Somebody please say a prayer for me Needed my parents But they was never there for me Believe in everything they feed me I'm seeing demons I wake up screaming Who believe me or was I dreaming? Five fingers on the .45 chrome Dead aim at my brain, infared with no lights on I ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this I'm living blind writing rhymes Til they capture this And if we die let the world understand why Soldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry They seeing us inside a casket That's how they see us Oh God forgive us ghetto bastards We human beings They leaving us inside this hell-hole Just waiting to fail so they tell us That's what jail for Adolescense young teens turned violent It's floating, in a world turned silent Cause you could be touched <i>[Chorus Makaveli]</i> Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched <i>[E.D.I]</i> I live life High Speed Moving a million miles per hour Towards my destiny Making decesions carelessly Yeah it's me, yo ni**a man child Bomb first stand proud Ain't looking for hand-outs Twenty-five years up in this bi**h And I'll be damned if I ain't leaving rich And leave my kids a grip I let my blood drip off in this thug s**t You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money mission Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock Try to get mo' so my s**t don't flock I lick off shots for everything they owe me And when it's my time to go I pray the Lord hold me (U can be touched) <i>[Kastro]</i> I was born in the city that never sleeps Schooled by the realest of the real ni**az That ever breathed And I was big when I was young And now I see that I was dumb My ni**a.. Lonnie just got hit with 10... 10 years For trusting a friend They left him stuck in the Penn I love him, we all here just to die here, plus Nobody cares what got here Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord Praise the thug ways and I'll never be bored Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord Y'all praise the thug ways So forever it's on.. baby <i>[Chorus Makaveli]</i> My Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched <i>[Young Noble]</i> Why grieve this life Planted by the fiends and pipes Green lights so I'm seeing-seeing everything twice Pretty much of nothing nice (naw) we sucking it up Even when we get a job, we f**king it up Like it can't happen to us I could never be a bum Yeah right, you wound up one God forbid I'm touched, y'all keep living it up Look and learn Next it could be your turn... word <i>[Kadafi]</i> Yes this a felonies' hobby That got me here thinking robbery Day to day all year long Teflon protects my body It's such unimportant in this criminal cartel I'm caught and supporting me So in these streets of hockey I play the goalie, Secretz to war licks, and score s**t Share between clients and homies Remember what Patcino told me Before he past Watch them clowns with them crocodile smiles Cause they phony, I get that cash, stay lonely And I'm point like a thong And it's survive for the strong Living outside the laws of this crooked world I was born touched <i>[Chorus Makaveli]</i> My Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched Young ni**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you can be touched |
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[Young Noble]
Yo, I can see That you obviously don't know me or my homies We O-U-T Lawz, fuck the phonies A wise hustler once told me, it's on you Though it was dreams when he first told me Now it's true I got love for you only to a certain exstend Niggas ain't worth shit Cops and ride dick permits I heard this and heard that About them O-you-T Lawz Some of them soldiers got shot Some of them soldiers fell off Fuck y'all now everybody tied to us Hollering out a nigga name But never said what up That shit critical, despicable, unforgivable I too like Hot? Your own fan won't remember you Thuggin' but we still spiritual, clear lyrical I'm like the fuckin' Deff Squad My ears ain't hearin' y'all Pump fearin' y'all But damn I ain't even wantin' to scare y'all Listen to what I tell y'all Fuck the world, Your baby moms and your baby girl You muthafuckas so fake, Yo they made me want to earl Blake, hate snakes thug hatin the degree Outlawz on a paper chase Can you relate thug niggaz [Napoleon Chorus] We will never fall through it all, we'll always stand tall 'Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers And if you believe in that shit that you heard Y'all don't know us, y'all don't know us [Napoleon] Now I been trapped down And fucked since day one This instructional style of mine ain't no fun Where I'm from You sure to see about 10 niggaz in a bedroom Eating off the same spoon Sweeping with the same broom It's hazard, it's you don't want yo life Well give me grab it I was born inside a love zone With a glock-nine young marriage It's critical Then one of them sat down living so Mystikal and impious With a heart full of anger it's so ridiculous So give me some with 21-gun soldier salute With a 19-inch black handle snake knife in my boots I'm straight from the strong, thug to your life Right to yo wrong, I'll put the good to your evil I'm the shells to your chrome, you dig that? I'm life, I'll bring the moon to your night I'll put the dick to your wife And I'm the Jesus of your Christ You dig that? respect this I'll bring the end to your claw I'll bring the loc to your heart And I'll put the snoop on yo dogs You hear me? We follow, this little bullet so hollow I can promise that estacy ain't promised tomorrow With this two man mades Me and my soul death astrayed I watch my parents get blowed away Now look what it made I'm something to face This lunacy then with me, then with chemistry Got my eyes on you, the first time you cross me I'll be frying you, cause why'all don't know me [Young Noble Chorus] We will never fall through the war, we'll always stand tall [Why] Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers [E.D.I] When we was kids, the loving felt good But of course have the respect Though it's even better Now for this chedder Niggaz is laying deader Then Malcom and Martin put together Oh Lord only knows where we'll end up Remember what Pac said Watch the fuckin signs But we wasn't listening Too busy trippin off his shine Now one time for my muthafuckin' Outlawz Napoleon, Noble, and Kastro May we all roll And if you don't know We got the rap game petro Scared cause we bout to release Like heavy metal Nationwide, underground We running the ghettos Stealing all of ya fan base like we kleptos Bitch I can't let go I been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too long And niggaz is stealing my shit And busting it wrong Hot shots holla back when you get 'em Outlawz'll sic 'em, bustin back at the system Military wisdom Preparing myself for armegeddom Breaking my balls at this game Knowing it's a dead end And my only weapon Is my believe that I'm superior Yeah we the muthafuckas That you niggaz is liery off Controlling my steam Knowing my team to deserve more Fuck the reframe Stick to the game and earn more Holding my head, rolling the head with focus Laughing inside 'Cause deep inside why'all don't know us [Young Noble Chorus] We will never fall through it all, we'll always stand tall [Why] 'Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers And if you believe in that shit that you heard Y'all don't know us, why'all don't know us We will never fall [Never] through the war, we'll always stand tall Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers And if you believe in that shit that you heard Y'all don't know us, y'all don't know us [E.D.I Talking] Ain't never know niggaz like us boy They don't make niggaz like us no more Thug in Peace... to all my niggaz [Never] See ya soon... uhh |
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