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(Intro: 2Pac)
Only God can judge me, is that right? (synth voice) Only God can judge me now Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else All you other motherfuckers get out my business (Verse One: 2Pac) Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see And in my mind I'm a blind man doin time Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine? Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin I've been trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed And fantasies of my family, in a hearse And they say it's the white man I should fear But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side Jealousy inside, make em wish I died Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees Recollect your thoughts, don't get caught up in the mix Cause the media is full of dirty tricks Only God can judge me (Chorus: 2Pac) (synth voice) Only God can judge me That's right baby, yeah baby (synth voice) Only God Hahahahahahahaha (synth + Pac) Only God can judge me, only God can judge (synth cont.) me, only God Only God can judge me (synth + Pac) Only God can judge me And only God can (synth voice) Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me (synth + Pac) Only God can judge me Only God can judge me (synth voice) Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me (synth voice) Only God can judge me now (heart monitor: long beep) Flatline! (Verse Two: 2Pac) I hear the doctor standing over me (heart monitor: beeping slowly) screamin I can make it Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me (beeping sound stops) I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies I wake up strangled in, dangled in my bed sheets I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care? Try to remember, but it hurts I'm walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, "Black Power" is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state And our fate, is a lifetime of hate Dear Mama, can you save me? And fuck peace Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that there's a million motherfuckers stressin just like me Only God can judge me (Chorus w/ variations) (Interlude: 2Pac) That which does not kill me can only make me stronger (That's for real) and I don't see why everybody feel as though that they gotta tell me how to live my life (You know?) Let me live baby, let me live (Verse Three: Rappin 4-Tay, Tupac) Pac I feel ya, keep servin it on the rilla For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement? He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin a cross, that's real Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him Sold a half a million tapes now everybody want em After talkin behind my back like a bitch would Tellin them niggaz, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place to get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch My new shit is so fetti already sold a key of ounce Bitch, remember Tupac and 4-Tay Them same two brothers dodgin bullets representin the Bay Pac when you was locked down, that's when I be around Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin sellin lies Don't think I don't see you haters, I know ya'll in disguise Guess you figure you know me cause I'm a Thug That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz Been livin lavish like a player all day Now I'm bout to floss em off, player shit with 4-Tay Only God can judge me (Chorus w/ variations) (4Tay) Only God main (2Pac) That right? (4Tay) That's real (2Pac) Hahahahahaha (4Tay) Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin? (2Pac) Man, look here man My only fear of death is comin back to this bitch reincarnated That's for the homey mental We up out (Chorus w/out 2Pac continues to fade) |
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Outlaw
Go head In This No doubt Death Row Makaveli You can call me daddy I'll be ya daddy Just like Daddy For the ladies (Chorus) Come to me anytime you want Dedicate slow jams on the radio Oh I Know your happy I can feel ya passion Looking out for ya just like daddy Come on Sunshine turns to rain Baby I can take away ya pain If ya trust me Close your eyes, and feel the magic Never leave when ya need me I'll do ya just like daddy (E.D.I) I met her when she was younger Her daddy died when she was younger Her moms let her do what she please it seemed no one loved her Her eyes shined love a diamond in the rough The kind that you can love Not yet touched With so much, potential Youngster, let me got your mental Into a place, with the sourness of pain you'll never taste By God's grace you were born with that face Nothing but pure beauty So for an eternity I feel it's my duty To be a souljah, oh yeah baby I got plans to mold ya And in the coldest nights is when I hold ya Like I'm supposed to As we roll closer I'll take your hand gladly Anything ya need ask me Spoil my baby girl just like daddy (Verse 2 - Tupac) You alleviate the stress spending time with you, I feel blessed When you gone feel the pain so strong Deep in my chest When I got arrested Came so close to going to jail Throwin blows at the po-pos breakin they nails Screamin loud goin all out Damn I did You stayed locked down at moms house Watchin the kids, through the whole bid In tha V-I I seen ya daily When my fake homies try ta fuck you You run and tell me That's why I stay committed I thank God every time I hit it Hoping you'll forgive me, for the times I bullshitted Me and you against the world We untouchable Screamin like ya dying every time I'm fuckin' you Ya never had a father or a family, but I'll be there No need to fear so much insanity And through the years I know ya gave me your heart Plus When I'm dirt broke and fucked up You still love me (Chorus) Come to me anytime you want Dedicate slow james on the radio Oh I Know your happy I can feel ya passion Looking out for ya just like daddy Come on Sunshine turns to rain Baby I can take away ya pain If ya trust me Close your eyes, and feel the magic Never leave when ya need me I'll do ya just like daddy (Kadafi) Boo would ya, die for me? Down holdin my pistol, gettin high With mean sounds tougher than bristles Fool when you cry I'll be ya tissue Back in the county writing letters how I miss you Giving you credit, apologetic how I dis you Get you for thinkin like a minor and on a level of one And sometime daddy ready to wine ya and dine ya Lace ya for total vigina and still We right behind ya tru Life just me and you no tellin' what we could do Getting high between the sheets Make the shit right here discrete Putting hickies on ya belly while we fucking on the beach I love it when ya nut up and grab me I feel for ya badly, baby girl just like daddy (Young Noble) Shorty I lend my hand out to help ya Lost soul looking for shelter On the late night accept it Treat ya good won't disrespect ya My age is young Out of place binge days is done From a trixy to a missy, you know I raised ya hon Placed her under my wing Showed her how we swing Now she rollin' blunts for a king One day labeled thug Mrs The essence of my ghetto sistas Hugs and kisses That's just for me to be a father figure Chorus over top of talking |
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(The Lady of Rage)
Shit, you motherfuckin' right. I'm the bitch that's keepin' it live and keepin' it hot, When you punk-ass niggas don't. Nigga, Westside. What! Bring it on. (2Pac) Look for me Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child Raised in this whirlwind (C'mon) Our childhood years, recall the tears, heart laced with venom Smokin' sherm, drinkin' malt liquor, father forgive 'em Me and my girlfriend, hustlin', fell in love with the struggle Hands on the steerin' wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin' Fuck 'em all, watch 'em fall screamin' Automatic gunfire, exorcisin' all demons Mafioso messiah, my congregation high, ready to die We bail out to take the jail back, niggas unite Our first date, couldn't wait to see you naked Touch you in every secret place, I can hardly wait... To bust freely. Got you red-hot, you so happy to see me Made the front-page, prime-time, live on TV Nigga, my girlfriend may be .45 but she still live One shot makin' niggas heart beats stop (The Lady of Rage) What! I'm bustin' on you punk-ass niggas — run, nigga, run! I'm on your ass nigga! Run nigga — duck and hide! Nigga I'm bustin' on all you bitches! Run, nigga, yeah! Westside! Uh! Uh! Uh! Die, nigga, die! (2Pac) My girlfriend — blacker than the darkest night When niggas act bitch-made, she got the heart to fight Nigga, my girlfriend, though we separated at times I knew deep inside baby-girl 'll always be mine Picked you up when you was nine Started out my life of crime with you Bought you some shells when you turned .22, it's true Nothing compares to the satisfaction That I feel when we out mashin' Me and my girlfriend All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. I was too immature to understand your ways Inexperienced back in the days Caused so many arguments and strays Now I realise how to treat ya — The secret to keep ya — Bein' faithful (now) 'cause now cheatin's lethal We closer than the hands of time Deeper than the drive of mankind I trust you dearly; I shoot blind In time I clock figures Dropping niggas as we rise We all souljah's in God eyes. Now it's time for war Never leave me, baby I'm paranoid Sleeping with you loaded by my bedside, crazy Jealous when you hang wit' the fellas I wait patiently alone Anticipated for the moment you come home I'm waiting by the phone This is true love, I can feel it I've had a lot of women in my bed but you the realest If you need me, call I'll be there through it all You're the reason I can stand tall Me and my girlfriend All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. I love finger fuckin' you All of a sudden I'm hearin' thunder When you bust a nut Niggas be duckin' or takin' numbers Love to watch you at a block party beggin' for drama While unleashin' on the old timers, that's on my mama I would trade my life for yours Behind closed doors The only girl that I adore Everything I'm asking for Talkin' to me, beggin' me to just take you around Seventeen, like Brandy, you just Wanna Be Down Talkin' loud when I tell you, "Be quiet" You move the crowd, bustin' rounds, activatin' a riot That's why I love you So no control, down to roll, unleash After a hit you break apart, then back to one piece Much love to my one and only girlfriend, the world is ours Just hold me down, baby, witness the power Never leave a nigga alone I love you black or chrome Turn this house into a happy home Me and my girlfriend All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. All I need in this life of sin, Is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride to the bloody end... Just me and my girlfriend. Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this whirlwind Born as a ghetto child Raised in the whirlwind Look for me Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child Raised in this whirlwind Look for me Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child Raised in this whirlwind Look for me Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend... Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend... Meet my girlfriend! |
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21 Gun Salute One love, One love One Nation 21 Gun Salute All the time I'm ... Hoping my true motherfuckas know, This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds Up in the studio, gettin blow To the truest shit I ever spoke (Verse 1) 21 Gun Salute dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots Disappeared in the crowd all you seen was troops This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me He's talking about he left the hospital took five like me You living fantasies nigga, I reject your deposit We shook Dre punk ass, now he out of the closet Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out Next time grown folks talking, nigga close your mouths Peep me, I take this war shit deeply I seen too many real players fall to let these bitch niggas beat me Puffy, lets be honest you a punk, You gonna see me with gloves Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me being a Thug Well you can tell the people you roll with whatever you want But you and I know what's going on (Don't you) Pay back, I knew you bitch niggas from way back Witness me strapped with macs, knew I wouldn't play that All you old rappers trying to advance It's all over now, take it like a man (Trick ass square) Niggas looking like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick (look at De La Soul) Trying to player hate on my shit, can eat a fat dick Let it be known this is how you made me Love it how I got you niggas crazy, Against All Odds (Chorus) Hoping my thug motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds Up in the studio, gettin blow To the truest shit I ever spoke Against All Odds Hoping my true motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote (Verse 2) I heard he was light skinned, stocky with a Haitian accent Jewellery, fast cars and known for flashing Listen while I take you back and lace this rap A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack Knew he was working for the feds, same crime different trials Niggas picture what he said, and did I mention? Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchmen, in due time I knew you bitch niggas was listening, the world is mine (hey Nas) Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up Touch one of mine, on everything I owe I'll destroy everything you touch, play the game nigga All out warfare, eye for eye Last words to a bitch nigga, why you lie? Now you gotta watch your back, now, watch your front Here we come gun shots to Tut, now you stuck Fuck the rap game nigga, this M.O.B So believe me, we enemies, I go Against All Odds (Chorus) Hoping my true motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds Up in the studio, gettin blow (blow) To the truest shit I ever spoke Against All Odds Hoping my true motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote (you all know) (Verse 3) Puffy getting robbed like a bitch to hide that fact He did some shit he shouldn't have did so we ride them for that And that nigga that was down for me, rest his head Switched sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead Probably be murdered for the shit that I said I bring the real, be a legend, breathing or dead Lord listen to me, God don't like ugly It Was Written Hey Nas, your whole damn style is bitten (nigga sounds like Rakim, man!) You heard 'My Melody', read about my life in the papers All my run-ins with authorities, felonious capers (punk) Now you want to live my life, so what's the hassle Nas? Niggas that don't rhyme right, you've seen too many movies Load him up against the wall, close his eyes Since you lie, you die, goodbye Let the real life niggas hear the truth from me What would you do if you was me, Against All Odds (Chorus) Hoping my true motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds Up in the studio, gettin blow To the truest shit I ever spoke Against All Odds Hoping my true motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds Up in the studio, gettin blow To the truest shit I ever spoke Against All Odds (Tupac Talking) One love to my true thug niggas (Outlaw, Outlaw) 21 Gun Salute to my niggas that died in the lines of duty Represent to the fullest and be a souljah The military minds that play the rules of the game 21 Gun Salute I salute you my niggas Stay strong I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you It's on for you Cause all you bitch made niggas Are coming for me Against all odds I don't care who you fuck with You touch me I'm at you I know you motherfuckers don't think I forgot Hell na I ain't forgot nigga I just remember what you told me You said don't go to war till I got my money right Now I got my money right Now I want war |
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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. (2x) 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 Mac-11 just to scare niggas. Pardon my thug poetry, But suckers is born everyday and fear of man grow on trees. Criminal ties for centuries. A legend in my own rhymes, So niggas wishful when they mention Makaveli was my tutor and Donald Goines My father figure. Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers. Henceforth, We thug niggas and we came in packs. Every one of niggas strapped sippin on 'nac(Cognac) In the back, my AR 15. Thuggin till I die. These streets got me cravin thorazine My lyrics are blueprints to money makin. Fat as that ass that honeys' shakin. Repeat chorus 2X I must stay thuggin and shit. They call it overthuggin and shit. But I was just a younger nigga gettin older and lovin this shit. But what was I doin in this place? To the fakes without a pistol in the first, Facin termination in the worst. But I figured to play the 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 to 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 offering This game something deeper. My eyes only see these That's why I'm definately bugged out. Learned to know how. Well to do now. By 18, turned out. And why I do it? The ridin and smokin, collidin with foes in the first place, that shouldn't have fucked with us in the first place. Got real OG's(original gangsta) droppin game to the youngsters. Y'all don't want no fun Cuz y'all be the next in the long line of ?? Chorus repeats 2X I starts em off with this gansta raw story tale. Stackin loot up in the coup that I protect with a Mack 12. Slap my clip in the chamber. Fool, your life's in danger. No one will remain when I come through dumpin insane. Call me ?? Major Payne. Ya slay and move and gain. I be the nigga pullin the trigga and Dumpin the hollow points in your brain. Mo bigger balls that RuPaul. Thug Life ain't a ball. We bust that ass up against a wall. ? As for men ? We bucks em down on the way to the ground. Ain't nuttin but the hog in me. This stuff is real, dough(though). Killin the Po's and keep mobbin, G. ??? ?? with a sawed off. Cuz they dirty as drawers, y'all. And had them bitch niggas hauled off. Chorus repeats 2X Mama had me lived and raised on shit that ain't ok. Ain't nuttin on this earth will make a nigga like me stay. I'm reminissin and catchin flashbacks when niggas Ran up in my house and I was too young to try to blast back. What happend then, no one would tell me since I was 3. Heard they got to my peoples. Now they livin somewhere free. But fuck that, You got whats mines and I want that. Never drop my guard Been on the squad Since ways back. And now I'm sittin, Holdin in anger because my parents missin. Thuggin and murderin. Got some war stories for ya. Now look at me. Straight Outlaw Immortal. Never gave a fuck cuz I was nobody's daughter. Outlaw from my tits to my clips. Don't try to figure cuz the murderous tendencies of my mind Can be controled, nigga. So who's the bigger? Who's the quickest killer? Would ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla. When I got cha, ak nine fourths(?) Prayin to god as your life goes back and forth. Chorus repeats through the rest of the song. (Spoken) War stories, nigga. Heh, heh. Ya playas, too. Thug Life. Outlaw Immortals. Mother fuckin Tupac AKA Makaveli. Can you feel me? Just say never Say Death Row. My niggas love that shit. Dramacydal in this mother fucker. Heh, heh. Yeah nigga. Shout outs to my niggas Fatal and Felony. See ?, ya bald head nut. What? You know what time it is. |
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(2Pac) Hey Nate you know you got to focus on this motherfucker
We's gonna talk about these scandalous hoes (Nate) I can talk about scandalous bitches (2Pac) Oh I know you can! I know you that's why we gonna do it Daz on the beat Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin around with the piano nigga Just drop that shit like uhh, this here (2Pac) I met you through my homie now you act like you don't know me So disappointed cause baby that shit was so phony It's not for me, you see no lovin from my closest homies Woulda paid you no mind, but baby you was all up on me While you proceed with precision, you had the table hosed No, I ain't mad at you baby, go 'head and play them fools They chose not to listen, so now he stuck inside his house and can't leave without his bitch permission The mission's to be a playa, my alias is Boss Drop a top on these jealous niggaz, playa let me floss Y'all don't wanna see me in pain I'll leave that ass like Toni Braxton, Never breathing again It's scandalous, I never liked your back stabbin ass, triiick Used to watch you money grabbin, who you baggin beeyitch? Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust But bitches lookin scandalous Chorus: Nate Dogg Scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous She's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous Scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous She's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous (2Pac) How's it hangin? Cause baby from the back the shit is bangin I've been stressin in this ghetto game, tryin to do my thang Won't be no bullshit, no ass-kissin This bitch'll have ya wakin up with all your cash missin I'm askin, as if I'm qualified to analyze You're lookin at a bitch who specialize in tellin lies She got a body make a motherfucker fantasize Her face ain't never shed a tear through them scandalous eyes My sister ? in poverty Plus I knew she was a freak bitch so why should it bother me? I'd probably be sprung, addicted to the heat of her tongue and though I don't where we're goin, she's makin me come I've been trained as a boss playa, so what you sayin? Let me show you, got some hookers we can toss later Before I let her get me off guard Went in the purse took a hundred dollars Nigga I'm so scandalous Chorus (2Pac) Dangerous and ambitious, while schemin on gettin riches I'm spittin at tricks cause I'm addicted to pretty bitches Currency motivated, not easily terminated Now that we made it, my niggaz can never be faded This is my prophecy -- I gotta be paid All you cowards that try to stop me is beggin for early graves I thought we was cool, I was a fool, thinkin you could be true when I don't fuck with your punk crew These are the tales for my niggaz doin time in the cell I went from hell, to livin well Bustin at niggaz who said my name in vain I got no time for them tricks, I'm heavy in the game I wanna be a baller, please But the bitches and the liquor keep on callin me I'm floatin free on the highway, formulatin plans Can't wait til I see L.A., cause it's so scandalous Chorus Chorus *repeat to end* (2Pac speaks over it) (2Pac) Aiyyo.. how the prettiest bitch be the more scandalous the hoe be You ever peep that shit? (Nah) A bitch can be like fifteen, fuckin with a nigga 35 Gettin him for ends Hoes these days is way too motherfuckin intelligent When these niggaz get to trickin, hahaha, it's over then That's aight though Keep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long Watch them hoes All you niggaz out there Beware these lyin ass scandalous bitches |
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(Snoop) Up out of there
(Tupac) *chuckles* Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party (Snoop) Pump that up G (Tupac) Ahh shit, you done fucked up now -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)You done put two of America's most wanted in the same motherfuckin place at the same -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)motherfuckin time, hahahahah Y'all niggaz about to feel this -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin condoms Have one on us aight? -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (2Pac) Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs (Snoop) Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome Free Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit (2Pac) So now they got us laced Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin cases (mmm) Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown I'm Losin My Religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish (Snoop) I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamer but my dream is to own a fly casino like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherfucker (2Pac) Now follow as we riiiiide Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the West side And I can make you famous Niggaz been dyin for years, so how could they blame us I live in fear of a felony I never stop bailin these, motherfuckin G's If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted Chorus: -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party... Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party -Nuthin but a gangsta party- (Tupac)it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party -Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party- (2Pac) Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief Better be prepared when you cowards fuck wit me I bust and flea, these niggaz must be crazy what?? There ain't no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the Thugs (hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear Bow down in the presence of a boss player (Snoop) It's like cuz, blood, gangbangin Everybody in the party doin dope slangin You got to have papers in this world You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl Ya doing ya job, every day And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids (2Pac) They tell me not to roll with my glock So now I gotta throw away Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day They wonder how I live, with five shots Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block Schemes for currency and doe related Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it No answers to questions, I'm tryin to get up on it My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted Chorus (w/ variations to end) |
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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 |
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In the life we live as thugs,
Everbody fuckin wit us so can't you see It's hard to be a man. Ridin wit my gun in hand. Why explain the game? Niggas ain't listenin. Stuck in positions. If victims can't stand the heat, Then stay the fuck out the kitchen. Have these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean. Itchin, givin suckas plenty space. Have these bitch niggas snitchin. Where are we now? Guns found daily. The feds surely hope that they could finally nail me for sellin dope. They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap. Attack. Words bein known to explode on contact. Extreme at times. Blinded by my passion and fury. Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry. You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective. The shit you heard ain't do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch. Run up, face me and trace wit an infared beam. It seems niggas ain't recognize my team. Ain't nobody holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti. Unload it. Cuz niggas ain't ready. The life of an outlaw. Chorus repeats Code 3. Attack formation. Pull out your pistols. Keep an eye out for the devils cuz they itchin to get you. Mercy to this madman screamin kamikaze in tongue. Automatic gunfire makin all my enemies run. Who should I call when I'm shot and bleedin. Indeed the possibility has part a chase in cream. Dope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, just a chosen few. My foes victim of explosives. Come closer. Exhale the fumes. We got memories fadin fast. A slave for cash. Accelerate, mash, blast, then dash. Don't look now. How you like it, raw. Niggas ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender. Death is for a son to stay free. I'm thugged out. Fuck the world cuz this is how they made me. Scarred but still breathin. Believe in me and you could see the victory. A warrior with jewels. Can you picture me? Life of and outlaw. Chorus repeats City under siege. It's like I can't even breathe. I'm from the state of car theives. G, deep from the street. Plenty beef. I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene. Mobb Deep. This nigga from behind tryin to creep. No halfs wit no straps, jack. It's on to bounce back. And an ounce so fat, they snatch my style ??? Get this grip wit hollows to get cha. Snip wit clippers. Get the picture? I wrote my life down like a scripture. And I'm still on lost in the land of the lonely. Where ain't nobody holy. A matter of a fact, we unholy. Everybody livin soley for themselves. Too ?? on a land hell. Somebody need me. You know we lost hope and we needin it. Wit the evil it's forever. But it might be low down, scandalouz Like a tramp is. All for the street fame on how to be managed. To plan shit. 6 months in advaced to what we plotted. Approved to go on swole and now I got it. Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they'd love to catch Kastro sleepin. Attach a strap under my pillow and a hand like we freakin. Creepin deep into morning. Peepin out the weak. While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for it's self. No doubt. Outlaw. Outta my mind, outta time. You're all blind. Some kind of life of mine Kato don't mind. Findin it funny, matter of fact, cuz it is. Perhaps finally I look at that true over the years as an outlaw. Eh, Noble. What's up nigga. Would you die for me, nigga? Hell yeah. Would you kill for me? On my grandmother, nigga. Ah yo. What's up. Let's ride on them stupid bitches right now. Watch out. Well now they all say they roaches and parasites. Snakes and all they might Thug Life break night. Drink till we fist fight. Life or death. But you can't win with a vest. But there won't be no breathing for the reason Punk bitch on your breath. I see day is dark and I admit it's dark. So chase ??? Hide your stash Beware foolin marks. And yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left for PO's belly. And let me bust back to them niggas till they all sweaty |
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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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2PAC
Got me up against the fence Back against the wall Get to actin' like a fool If ain't no justice for the Dogg Have to take it out on all y'all Better read the papers All my homies goin' crazy Baby only God can save us Got my... mind on currency Hurried See I ain't worried It's a gangsta party So Bad Boy gettin' buried Snoop Dogg why they fantasize?... Snoop Doggy Dogg Fantasize... 2PAC Continuing When we ride it's a must... adverseries die Every time... Snoop Doggy Dogg Yes, yes y'all... Not Short but Snoop Dogg... And you know it's like that y'all... I'm so smoothe about my paper Check it this how it's done! I'm servin' many on the platter Snoop Dogg Colione (Colione echoes 2x) Now do you know what that mean? The templon don to this hip-hop game super supreme It's like what happened can happen But will it? Stop that won't happen! I'm feelin' good about the mission for jackin' Now yo PAC!... Can you feel me? Why these fools tryin' to kill me? It's so hard to stay focused on me Isley prize But if I don't Then Dogg won't survive (survive echoes 1x)... 2PAC Overlapping Snoop Doggy Dogg We ballin' in my opinion Eternal it's wild-wheel spinnin' Once implemented it's represented for 5 minutes Two of the livest Wanted dead or alive We riders Ban us because we inquired and watch the g's rise Two of America's most Straight out the West Coast... Snoop Doggy Dogg West Coast... 2PAC Continuing Bow down fool! This is Death Row... Snoop Doggy Dogg For life... 2PAC Continuing Been waitin' way too long Fresh out the pen Now it's on C'mon Snoop Dogg! Time to bone... Snoop Doggy Dogg Ain't nothin' changed to down a hanger Slang or bang words to rhyme Me and the homey PAC trippin' Death Row all nights Strong survivor, Eastsider, DPG Still creep and crawl through the hood Always involved in the streets It's Doggy Dogg homey Did you forget who I was? The bigger homey to you There it is and there it was Take a look through the eyes of a G! And just rock to the rhytm of a gangsta jam... 2PAC Overlapping Snoop Doggy Dogg All my homies tellin'... me Ain't no love for a real G Straight cowards All you playahatas kill me Throw up your hands if you feel me! We gettin' dollars Homey holla if you hear me! This one time for my comrades doin' bad locked down Fresh out busta Time to bounce... drop down! Can you visualize perfection? 'Cause every rider in my set Labeled a vet Best in his profession Don't hold your breath! Sleep with Smith n' Westons! Steady study your lessons and keep the crowd guessin'!... |
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