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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
(2Pac (Hook))
Nigga westside Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker (2pac) Can't nobody stop us when we blunted up and swervin Packed in a suburban, screamin outlaw runin on the curb They never try me cause right behind me your killer team I get a word cut the head off a nigga like a guillotine This Hennessey'll keep me calm though Sittin in the back of the club, tradin convo Livin like a Don in my own mind Signal Kadafi, nigga watch me with the chrome nine All the time drinkin champagne Walk through the crowd let the tramps hang Niggas playa hate but do a damn thing Picture me doin eighty down a one way Stuck in the trunk, caught with gun play So I gotta keep my eyes open Gettin high, wonder why we gotta die smokin My alibi, I'm victory Like them other vile men I'm marked for death Spendin my nights like its the last one left I'm an outlaw Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone I'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Puffin on a sweet submission I'm the last one left Tell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave until I see everybodys gone I'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Puffin on a sweet swisher, guess I'm the last one left (Kastro) I got my back against the wall Gat chillin by my balls Prior to war is rider nigga only five six tall Napoleon only knows on we outlaws fuck fear Better strap down to the feelins cause we out yeah Thug passion all up in me Feelin like I took some Henne It aint easy I'm tryin to make a dollar out of two pennies What we got with these rap niggas Wanna pull they're gat niggas Only got my side cause they think pac die nigga Last niggas with our tape Take a shot within our vest Pac come and catch weight Nigga we the last ones left (2Pac) If we woulda known the zone inside my own dome Fresh outs jail it was hell but I'm probably home Lookin for niggas that was roofin that shit when I was locked back Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked back Fuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak Bitch niggas be afraid to speak We the last ones left (2Pac) (Chorus (slight change)) Tell me am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Puffin on a sweet swisher Like I'm the last one left Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave till I see everybodys gone At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Puffin on a sweet swisher, last one left Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave till I see everybodys gone At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor (Yeah) Puffin on a sweet swisher, I'm the last one left (Napoleon) I eat and sleep the worst shit, turfs and birth Me and my team super supreme putin in work I'm passed out, drunk as a fuck, till it hurt And I call earl screamin fuck the world I got a bitch on the side wanna be my wife And wify beefin wanna know if she gonna see me tonight And i know it aint right, but its the life I got And thats until I see Yak And thats until I see Pac Young know I lost a troll somebody owed me down And if the world was a girl I'd stick my dick in the ground Fuck the world (2Pac (Varied Hook)) Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Yeah Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker UH Outlaw in this motherfucker right here Outlaws in this motherfucker UH In this motherfucker right here In this motherfucker UH Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker UH Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker UH Outlaw in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker UH In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside (fades out) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
(2Pac)
If you a bad boy (Chorus: repeat 2X) If you a bad boy then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up when the rob me Put another contract on Mobb Deep (Hussein Fatal) I focus my locus thought on my enemies Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy And as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar Strap in back to the corners droppin on to spin the tires My man define ya 357 anaconda This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted (Tupac) Ever since mama got fucked and papa ducked out Look at us murderous thugs showin less love in the drug house Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage Bring chaos causin damage on our quest for cabbage They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it Most wanted by the population murdered you for it Exploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release Criminal orders across the waters bringin the war to the streets Why fear me, fear the shit I speak Once this shit drop it's heard on every fuckin street Like the sound of police who run the street really And every hood let you grow From the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O' And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step My homie buried at an early age hustled to death His last breath, a lesson I posses like jewels Stay thugged out keep it movin' (Yaki Khadafi) Halfway thugs are buged when we stalk the streets Sort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets You speak the big pussy throw down and drop it Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket Getting mine with nine coked extorting Block shots with 22's with my socks with the butt hangin out the chalk You never seen time I travel across the mean crime My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin Catch my body like haitian 5 minutes from the station (Young Noble) Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence The bigger prick don't mean no evidence or proof the I was present At the scene of the crime around 10 niggas bleed After they made this punk fag motherfucker bleed All the money was bloody as shit, y'all niggas shoulda seen it Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees shit The glock to your head nigga, don't let inside action Hit innocent by - standers when he blasted, shot fucken backwards Little homies puttin work for stripes But is it worth your life a g - rides runnin red lights I wish somebody would have t old me then Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell they can hold me in Caucassian crazy like Arabians Hold this spot like some niggas fade me in having the scene chase me When they want the product nigga I got the smoke Got the weed and the coke what you need what you want What you working with I'm some immortal shit Outlawz we straight hurtin shit use artillery to murder with Put then on the box gangsta party like Pac Lifes hard from the ox me and my niggas on top (2Pac: repeat 5X) I know the law hate me dearly, comin for me We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin on E (Nuttso) With the leaded Pac, fuck the law Carry steal cause I live in the nigga side of the law Ridin' foes cause I can't let hoes catch me slippin Quick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin Ridin high, blazing, kryptonite got a nigga dazing Burpin and smurkin got on his knees before I grave em Ride em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped At a stop light in a growin night, this motherfucken trick Slide over so I can dip and put it in him Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I sent it Hit the pedal now we high speeding With the metal trying to make these motherfuckers die freezing Up the way I seen him slow down Shit!! I think I'm gonna bust these hoes down Caught them runnin on e it kind of funny to me They know they was fuckin with me but they dumb to see (2Pac) Open up fire watchin me spy when my shells split em Plus all them tricks and the bitches go to hell with em Fuck em they phony claimin they homies but the foes Speakin on thug niggas daily while we nailing they hoes Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation Words known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation Crooked thoughts cops get bought no longer caught Did you cry when my girl died Put out the hit politc niggas worldwide grabbin my dick I'll never learn take away the pain with sherm Throwin gas on my enemies watchin them burn Call my posse, I'm shootin up the casket take the body Whip the corpse like a piaata and party His last breath a straight lesson I posses like jewels Stay thugged out keep it movin (Chorus till fade) |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
(DJ Quik)
Hey Pac, it's yo boy Hey man so far I've been listening to your album and I ain't heard nothing you could kick back and smoke a beady to You know? Yeah like that Some of that mellow shit Some of that shit that make bitches drink Make niggaz think And help you check a fat-ass bank, hahahah So why don't you kick some of that shit nigga only you know how Hahahah, feel me? (Tupac) I'm barely standing and plus my secondhand say it's midnight Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right Like misdemeanours is a small thing With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang Running through the street lights cause we like Young nigga get your mob on show em what a G like Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno Niggaz popping, welcome to our casino Cause you and me know hundred percent like a c-note Looking for a bitch that's half-black and Filipino And when I meet her I'ma offer her some Indo Tounge-kissing on the window of a pearl white limo Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga touch me here, I'll get bigger While I'm digging I'll get deep into your liver I'm game tight love fucking bitches in the same night My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right The club be popping so I'm stopping at the Fat Burger Look through the paper it's another black crack murder The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die You can fuck on the first night, or try, in the 'Late Night' (Chorus) * DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X* Last night.. last night changed it all 'Pac) In the late night Last night.. (I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be .. do it myself) (Pac) In the late night (Hussein Fatal) Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped I clock rocks in the rain til my socks is damp Ain't nothing like being a thug when I can just Sit on the Row of Death straight knowing that I'm blessed Hussein Fatal, flawless fatality Overdosing on crime, three steps from reality Get up to get down, represent the town Last night was popping like like cocked glocks with hollow-tip rounds (Kadafi) From booty calls to bail sheets It ain't no telling if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets My intuitions and the bitches up in the late night Probably involves me coming up with just to see another day might, If me who ride the bullet in these streets where a man journey With crooked cops and a society who trying to burn me I'm like a pit in a cage spitting my shells in a gauge Deadly as aids niggaz getting crossed like a maze Now picture me living my life like a king maybe one day chilling I'm living Monday through Sunday Bringing the gun play for all these beefs and battles When we collide I'm a ride on that hide like cattle Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night (Chorus) (2Pac) Money and multiple gunshots are shown large amps are blown Niggaz in low-lows, pursuing more hoes, then go home The life of a California star And when you see me in the drop-top Jag how many niggaz wanna be me? Game is automatic mandatory I sell To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell Cause when you gettin some riches watch for dumb bitches They have you labeled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin It's a mean world nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day? Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static? Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic I disappear whenever heated ride whenever needed For my niggaz up in Clinton getting weeded Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die Supply long as you motherfuckers buy My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and ducking Slapping niggaz known for telling bitches fuck-it in the late night (Chorus) |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
And my niggas say
We want the FAAAAME C'mon c'mon (Chorus) One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for It's been nothing but pain stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame (Verse 1: 2Pac) Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g's Stresses after battle with success comes greed They got me hot When they shot me plotted my revenge To increase my ends enemies getting dropped Win or lose red or blue we must all stay true Play the game nigga never let the game play you And for the fame niggas change fast that's a shame What's the game lost souls who controls our brain? Who can I blame? the world seems strange at times Somewhat insane I'm hoping we can change with time I'm living blinded searching for refinement Curse, I know death follows me but I murder him first And worse yet with each breathe steps I take Breathless ss there a cure for a hustler with a death wish? Cigar ashes coaster crystal glasses We mash on them jealous bastards with a ski mask I'm the first one to warn them blast it Wrapped in plastic bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws) Ain't nothing left now treated like a stepchild Was not for me nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all) Be rocking beats fake in fame (Verse 2: Kadafi) Block run and shoot slugs We throw them back like hardballs Without the gloves No love for these fake desperados And thugs I bleed to envy Smoke and blow out they blunts Sipping Henney Drunk nights and hot days Cocking my heat shooting it sideways A wife on the run full of common blunts Unconditionally married to my gun Fulfillin' my destiny on knees And ones desires be pulling all my cabbage like priors Stuck in the trance searching for something higher Fortune and fame (Chorus) (Verse 3: Kastro) Searching for fortune and fame lost in the rain A lose of the game with life the cost of the game We forcing the change mother fuck flossing the chain All the blame belongs to the part of the brain That we never use nigga plus my heart is in pain And if I ever lose homey bet I'm at it again Outlaws don't die so united we stand And if family come before all the fortune and fame (Verse 4: Napoleon) As I walk up in the crib laid to rest me head Say some rhymes to angels hope they bless my bed Hope they bless me the righteous way Got a homie locked down outta town I sent him a kite today Man that hate in your heart you gotta cleanse it dog Praying for my downfall and I can sense it dog I was passed down the street fame like glocks clocked and keep aim Was raised up with a clock box and I ran with the local street gang They say the light is faded but still shine in the dark You can easy been a man but you is a boy in your heart And that's some game that I got from generation of game In the road of life dog we need to switch up lanes Think about it (Chorus) (Verse 5: Young Noble) I can't complain I've seen my fair share of the fame It wont change me now I've got this piece of change I feel strange I got so used to the hood That when I finally got out at first it ain't feel good I was just a baby still retarded from slavery When we struggle to shovel shit ain't nobody saved me Ghetto ain't made me I made myself Poverty raised me thinking ain't no help I pray for my health my mind and my family too State of myself my grind and my family crew Where one hand watches the other no we ain't blood But we still real brothers the struggle is real nothing can steal what we build and that remains the same 'Till that day we killed and that's real Life that I was aimed to be love by my family tree That's fame to me, how about it (Chorus) |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
(Chorus)
there u go.....acting like a hoe.... (I dont know why I'll be fucking wit ch'u (Pac) Was it the liqour that makes me act blind? the times I'm with her anonomous pictures of other niggas tryin to kiss her will i love her,or shall I dis her I'm sick of this scandalous shit I deal wit tryin to paint a perfect picture! My memoriez of jealousy no longer care free.... Cause so much bullshit your girlfriendz keep tellin me I'm on tour but now my bedroomz an open door so it got me thinking what am i tryin for? When I was young I was so very dumb Eager to please, a lil'Trick on a mission tryin 2 get'em a piece Me and my niggaz is Thug niggaz!, former known Drug Dealerz! We don't love bitchez!,and believe they don't love niggaz! I got'em playing my attraction But you became a distraction a threat to my paper stacking I thought you'd change, but now i know Can't turn a hoe into a house wife baby And there u go....... (Chorus) There u there u go, acting like a hoe There u there u go, acting like a hoe! there u there u go, acting like a hoe Acting like a hoe, acting like a hoe! See tha word on tha streetz you're a....hoe just a groupie on a world tour...hoe Now I find out for myself you're a...hoe Girl you need to check yourself..... (Kastro) These silly bitches got this game twisted so I don't claim'em, just bang'em... Papa raised a playa, so playa I'll play'em I got hoez, that got more hoez than me So how I look getting hooked like I ain't got G Truly, cutie, booty big! But that ain't enough And tha head make me beg, still that just ain't enough When I don't trust her, bitch be lying too much She be dying to fuck me, you be buying tha stuff.... (Young Noble) See old friend I know.. your whole M.O.'s preoccupied with mostly gettin' clown after clown town coast to coast see i been trying to stay away from sluts like you got me turned off completely by that shiesty shit that you do knew from jump you aim straight thru them spandex dont front just name spots on your body for me 2 touch while ya clutch this game i keep flowin' like h2o it aint nothin for me to say why you keep actin' like a hoe but there you go (chorus) when i first met her i told her i was busy all the time now she call me flippin' like she miss me all the time how she gonna even trip she got a man at home you need to stop chasing dick, bitch and raise your son i'm like damn we can creep sometime and you know i'm on the road for like weeks at a time girl ya thirsty and stop callin' while i'm workin' ya hurting me all this bullshit is hurtin' me girl there you go (big syke) i blame it on ya momma she need to holla at you or should i blame it on your daddy for all the thinds that you do cuz there you go just like a hoe caught in the streets like giving your number out to every nigga you meet i'm tired of games you playin', so stop playin' you hear what i'm sayin' you only good for parlayin' i'm laying down the rules, its a game that you lose so the streets can have you baby cuz i stay on the move (chorus) |
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from 2Pac - Better Dayz (2002)
This motherfucking life I lead, shit
A hell of motherfucking road blocks and crooked cops We still ride though What side? Westside (Verse 1: Tupac) I want money in large amounts my garage full of cars that bounce Moving my tapes in major ways cause every dollar counts Busters is jealous and half these nigas is punks They running off at the mouth 'til I fill up with my pump They jump my automatic keep them weary While you fronting like you Billy bad ass nigga you scary I been knowing you for years we was high school peers iIn Junior High I was itchin' to kill and you was ready to die While you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases Busting my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places Leaving no trace they see my face and then they buried Them bitches die in a hurry still I ride I'm never worried Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'ma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd and motherfuckers die It's not the way I wanna live my nigga it's how it is Homie got into a fight last night they killed his kids (Chorus x2) In this life I lead fiend for currency Get high off weed collect g's make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead (Verse 2: Young Noble) I ain't a killer but don't push me dog For that family I'll send that ass straight to God (what you doing nigga?) And in this life I lead I've seen the most of my 23 years My vision is blurry the money is clear Some of my peers eternally will sleep in a coffin (yeah nigga) And noble on the road I'm extremely cautious It happened that fast split second your gone At the top of my tombstone put noble is raw Outlaw 'Till I'm under the floor for Kadafi the prince I stack dough like a clock on the bricks With a watch on my wrist dog I know the time these days We outlaws we gonna die this way we already in the history books Pac made sure of that Whateva you took we taking it back You know it's all for the foundation Outlaws We still building the thug nation holler at your homie (Chorus 2x) In this life I lead Fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect g's Make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead (Verse 3: Napolean) It ain't but nothing air between us oxygen is gettin hot Got a problem mo' fag ass nigga kick rocks Now *censored* on the phone and the nigga talking crazy I don't know who to blame him or *censored* for killing babies I'm a New Jers' Devil the street created rebel Only got one shot to produce on every level This is Maximus go to the max I must Nigga I came from not much so money I clutch Uhuh Napolean the strength of strong arm With a dick they whistle and ride I put a move up on I'm a hardcore product of the ghetto Been blessed for sure to eat from out the ghetto I maneuver in the right lane quick to push back lanes Switch it to the left lane I play with my hands And I'm plotting on the fortune it's getting hot and scorching I'm thinking like a scorpion that torturing an enemy (Chorus 2x) In this life I lead Fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect g's Make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead (Verse 4) Now with this outlaw lifestyle that I've been introduced to Money and hoes keep us closer to Lucifer (what's up Kurupt) Steady seducing us and I'm all for it It's the life for me and the law cant spoil it So you can call it what the fuck you want (right) But I'm a baller alcoholic with a sawn-off pump (nigga) My mamma ain't raise no punk and even dead Pac So when I jump off I breathe for Yak Been puttin in work so I walk with a bop And it safe at home so I sleep with a glock (no mistakes) Thug living Ugh what the fuck would be better I do my dirt with the family so we dying together (Verse 5: Edi) We on a mission for mo' gangster shit on you hoes We ain't fucking with you lawyers crossing niggas up out there dough Trying to live Godzilla Edi went from a bad boy To a anybody killer Look out Wanted man guns in hand stand firm Nuts are my pride now lets burn Bound and profound going down swinging Holding my ground we the last ones breathing No stopping till we eating deep in the trenches So many killings it's senseless So in this life I lead I stay protected My god my squad and this thing in my palm Now all my hustling motherfuckers get your money Sing along (Chorus x2) In this life I lead Fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect g's Make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead This motherfucking life I lead nigga You know what time it is Westside Deathrow Dogg Pound Everybody killer Bad boy killer ?? killer Anybody killer Fuck all y'all niggas If it ain't Westside nigga it ain't Pac That's on my momma |
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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
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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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
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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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
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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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
[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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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
<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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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
[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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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
[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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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
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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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
(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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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
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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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
<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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from 2Pac - Still I Rise [project] (1999)
[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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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
(feat. Big Syke)
(Verse 1-E.D.I. Mean) But we the last motha fuckaz breathin You don't beleive us then watch us ya tuned in To them Outlaw ridaz, block survivors Killa Kadafi beside us Reppin that thug shit until they bury or hide us Tellin all of my street souljah's to rise up From East to West Coast yo, don't let 'em stop ya It's a cold, hard way we livin Can't out just me, and live to smoke a little Watch my children grow a little Get this money, escape the prison My jail niggaz doin time I feel ya pain, get out rise It ain't nothin but a come up Outlaw Recordz it's official street niggaz gettin this money legal We all in together now, ballin together now Secrets of war young busta you better learn about Bust, if you must, plus Get in the business when the jealous niggaz fuck with us (Chorus-Kastro) We was taught, at all costs hold down fort And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court Where money, power, guns is boss And countin big funs is the favorite sport We must rise, maximize our size Look alive, be advised it's a war outside It's like dodge city, not pretty But don't nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise (Verse 2-Napoleon) Pause nigga 'fore these shells fall with ya 'Bout to four fifth ya, still don't get the picture Thuggin on 'em actin sleep when I'm plottin on 'em This little bitty bullet will make his body turn rotten on 'em Sick them rottweiler's on him, did snatch some dollars from him Bling bling that punk nigga, take the diamonds from him Never had no love for him, nigga we solo Passin out bullets like they promo Oh no, Outlawz comin through Nothin but trouble too, we still do the shit that Pac used to do Who would of knew, that I'd be pointin guns at you Takin funs from you, makin fun at you Busta, ain't nothin but a Jersey ride nigga Have my fanny so white, enough to sniff lines nigga Napoleon, a.k.a Maximus My plans for this, is rise up, stack chips, nigga rise (Chorus-Kastro) We was taught, at all costs hold down fort And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court Where money, power, guns is boss And countin big funs is the favorite sport We must rise, maximize our size Look alive, be advised it's a war outside It's like dodge city, not pretty But don't nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise (Verse 3) (Young Noble) Addicted to adrenaline rush That the streets give off from 5-0 when the heat bust off And I paint it the same cuz I mastermind And every game ain't the same gotta change with the times And get left behind, blessed by God The judge tryin to stretch the charge Young niggaz gotta rise up fuck the narcs Motha fuckaz can't take orders You ain't a souljah nigga don't blame Noble It's the life of ya kid 25 to life bid Four five to wig, dyin tryin to live The streets is a restin place and yesterday And nigga ain't no such thing as extra pay So give me mine today, and get yours tomorrow Nigga Pac left the Thug Life love to follow And I'm O-U-T loyal 'till my casket drop Hustle hard 'till it's hard for the cash to stop, we must rise (Big Syke) Makaveli Kadafi, meant to Big Kato Only ridaz in this day that's killin willin and able Gang related incorporated, you can't fade it Haters gotta hate and ridaz glad that we made it Make it take it to the next level Now change the game, fuck the fame Bang 'em scrape on the hang It ain't no thang to rise above the rest Pass any test, you mention Thug Life you mention the best So invest in a vest, come bang with the best The sunrise in the East but my set in the West Still risin for my nigga Stretch, keep a tech My paper stay risin whether cash or check (Chorus-Kastro) At all costs hold down fort And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court Where money, power, guns is boss And countin big funs is the favorite sport We must rise, maximize our size Look alive, be advised it's a war outside It's like dodge city, not pretty But don't nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise |
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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
(feat. Edi/Kastro)
Edi (talking) C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon... Smoke It Outlawz c'mon... Yea... Blood Brothers c'mon Intoduction to the Outlaw Lifestyle Blood Brothers ya know Hit the weed, get the drank Edi... Kastro... Load up, put one in Outlaw Recordz... please respect it Here we go [Edi] Introduction to the Outlawz lifestyle Get the weed, get the drank Turn the lights down Bang ya hood Show ya tatts Let them niggaz know They crossed the muthafuckin' line And now they gotta go Im with my family and I'm finna' light it Fuck yall niggaz I cant see a damn thang but us dog Makaveli lives and shit I'm the fuckin proof 2nd generation Thug Life Who is you? Hood to hood... Outlaw please respect it We them niggaz gettin' helix When it get hectic Well trained, smell game from a mile away Get the bitch to the hide away right away Edi - i - like a thief in the night I rock her to sleep I put my piece thru the light We breathe thru the light And we the strength for the strong Keepin' it going Yall muthafuckas hate cause you know Here we go Kastro (chorus) I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life So... ghetto shit is all I like Like loud mouth ho's Foul mouth folks Up 3 days straight Thuggin' in the same clothes We scrap for a living Trapped in this prison We take money-money Without asking permission Our hearts pump thug shit Our blood drip fire The life of an Outlaw For swears to admire [Kastro] The butchery, gun talk and money moves The prophecy for young thugs is born to loose Walk in my shoes If you can you's a man Two hands on ya balls These squares can't understand Daddy... raised me crazy And now I'm worst Down thursty for thug money I guess I'm cursed Who woulda' knew... that... When the kid got big I'd be thugged out without giving a shit I spit dues Appears to me no school Follow the leader I'll lead ya We will not loose Im from a rotten deck From my cards I gotta stoppin' tek No sweat.......... I demand respect And respect you take You walk lightly, politely I do what's not right Like ???? Spike Lee Ain't nobody like me No need to look Im down hard I die hard I think I'm hooked Kastro (chorus) I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life So... gutta shit is all I like Like loud mouth ho's Foul mouth folks Up 3 days straight Thuggin' in the same clothes We scrap for a living Trapped in this prison We take money-money Without asking permission Our hearts pump thug shit Our blood drip fire The life of an Outlaw For swears to admire [Edi ] We.... settin' up shop ?? Pac til the death of me I hear ya back up in my head Dont have to pressure me Elevation, preparation 'Bout to take this over 'Bout to get a face in this game Im mase over Tired of niggaz giving me the same run around You sellin' coke, shootin' the block You's a rapper POW Nigga please spare me all the details Me and mine gon' ball or see hell Will we fail? Nigga neva' I got a one shot deal And dog it's so real Im out here like whatever I could pay these bills or shoot to kill Cause gutta shit is all I like Bump a bitch in the day And we fuckin' at night (yeah) Ghetto shit is all I love Over packed clubs And oversized dub's (shit) 22's, money rules in the life we lead Lifestyle of an Outlaw.. O.G Kastro (chorus) I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life So... ghetto shit is all I like Like loud mouth ho's Foul mouth folks Up 3 days straight Thuggin' in the same clothes We scrap for a living Trapped in this prison We take money-money Without asking permission Our hearts pump thug shit Our blood drip fire The life of an Outlaw For swears to admire Ghetto shit, Gutta shit nigga |
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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
[Napoleon] (talking)
Outlawz... could never touch the kids in the ghetto man That's where I'm from..... man [Chorus] This is our life Even tho' the sun dont always shine It's still our life If you keep yo head up everything will be alright In living your life [Napoleon] I'm damn near 'bout to go in tears Writin' this verse here I feel like I'm cursed here I'm choked up since I lost my peers But I know one day we be back again One love to my Mexicans Tryin' to run across the border To see freedom all over again Man... One love to my Africans They try to kill us with AIDS But they smart again It's like I die once that I be born again With the grace of Allah Kept away my sins From the ghetto where they play with heavy metal to win Lost my parents so I moved with my next-of-kin Life.... just so mych pain to me To tell the truth I dont wanna die angrily Makaveli and Kadafi, them trained me I feel yall in the dark steady hatin' me [Chorus] This is our life Even tho' the sun dont always shine It's still our life If you keep yo head up everything will be alright In living your life [Edi] In '96 we was on top of the world Videos, movies, money, jewels and girls Rolls Royces, Hummers, Jagz and all that Hard to believe one night in Vegas changed all that Fast forward... 6 years Man, we still here Despite be hated on (huh) We still clear Until the end of time you cant stop destiny Back for everything they owe Now let's go [Young Noble] I got the spirit of a angel The heart of a soldier The mind of a militant Was blessed by my mother The inspiration of my life She 4 years clean With 15 years on the pipe And she just got married I felt pain... ya sayin' Pac smilin' at the wedding Never forget her mah' Yall baby fool, I promise to ya Imma stay a trooper Outlawz done die We forever move [Chorus] This is our life Even tho' the sun dont always shine It's still our life If you keep yo head up everything will be alright In living your life [Kastro] Oh... I'm on, pens and needles Needles and pens These 2 Tims was my Beemer Before I heard of a Benz I got lost tryin' to find my ends And got crossed tryin' to find me a friend That's life.... We sacrifice for better days We pray for a better way that never came Hey! (hey.. hey) What's more precious then a innocent child, smilin' ??? was foul, look at his smile School's not cool Them big body rules The workin' mans a fool If he cant afford the jewels Look at how life use ya Abuse and confuse ya Remember we was suppose to be the future? Now we grown The future is here and we gone Oh where did we go wrong Let's live... And do right by these kids my friend They the only shot we got at living life again C'mon [Chorus - repeat 2X] This is our life Even tho' the sun dont always shine It's still our life If you keep yo head up everything will be alright In living your life |
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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
(feat. Young Noble)
[Edi] (chorus) Mic check... uhu Bitch ya heard me Let's get down right dirty Bounce that ass and let me see if you worthy Work them hips until I loose my cool Then Imma introduce ya ass to my crew [Young Noble] You can shake that ass if you want to girl I can break that ass if I want to girl You can ride the dick if you need to girl Pay you 68 bitch when I need to girl I only spend cash when I need too ma' You need to give the money some Plus me too ma' You hit the blunt once Time to pass it bitch I hit ya cunt once Now she love my dick These honey's got a problem Coming out they clothes I was spittin' at the hoes Now they gettin' at Nobe They swallow all the nut Straight loving the taste Mouth better then the pussy So Im fuckin' her face She aint bring a toothbrush So it's cum on her teeth She know the routine Yo I nut and I leave (I'm gone) In between these songs gettin' head in the booth Tell the truth You muthafuckas better then who? [Edi] (chorus 1) Baby ya heard me Let's get down right dirty Bounce that ass and let me see if you worthy (bounce bounce bounce) Work them hips until I loose my cool Then Imma introduce that ass to my crew [Young Noble] (chorus 2) Let's do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long As naked with my Tims on Come along Do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long As naked with my Tims on Bring it on [Young Noble] She ain't know I had plans So I'm beatin' it up Anything you got for me girl I'm eatin' it up Talkin' bout how she gon' work that shit I need ya legs behind ya head to insert this dick My nigga Reef next so what's fuckin with that She like to lay on her stomach so I bust on her back As naked with my Tims on layin the wood I got hoes in the hills plus some in the hood Some bitches talk slick but cant take the dick Noble bone so ya know you cant break the dick We was all alone so you know she aint the dick She like pussy but she know aint no mistaken dick I talk to 'em smooth then Im fuckin 'em rough Let's do the Boxspring Boogie baby Thuggin' it up I talk to 'em smooth then Im fuckin 'em rough Let's do the Boxspring Boogie Is you with it or what? [Edi] (chorus 1) Baby ya heard me Let's get down right dirty Bounce that ass and let me see if you worthy (bang bang bang) Work them hips until I loose my cool Then Imma introduce that ass to my crew [Young Noble] (chorus 2) Let's do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long As naked with my Tims on Come along Do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long As naked with my Tims on Bring it on [Young Noble] (verse 3) My nigga Quimmy Quim said he like to piss on hoe's My nigga Milion said he make 'em touch they toes Bitches get slick on some K-Y shit Then I turn to Aaron Hall on some Bye-Bye shit (Bye Bye) Ya wonder why a muthafucka call ya bitch Ya wonder why a muthafucka called cha friend I aint got time for you playin' them games Let me work it past ya time so you could play with ya brain Nobe aint shit they be tellin they friends These hoe's aint shit and I'll tell 'em again On some real life trick shit Hookers and dimes You be diggin' in ya pockets While she look in ya eye My big homie told me dont trust that bitch I told 'em: "hell nah I dont love that bitch" I got a wife and a kid so Im cuttin' you off You could brag to ya friends you was fuckin a Law [Edi] (chorus 1) Baby ya heard me Let's get down right dirty Bounce that ass and let me see if you worthy (bounce bounce bounce) Work them hips until I loose my cool Then Imma introduce that ass to my crew [Young Noble] (chorus 2) Let's do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long As naked with my Tims on Bring it on Do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long As naked with my Tims on Bring it on |
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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
(feat. Kaillion)
(Chorus-Shaffar) So many stories in the city I live in I soak up the game, that everyone plays I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way (Verse 1-Napoleon) It's been hard on us, day by day Watchin my step gotta play where I lay Now why this mother fucker wanna test me out It's this thang I'ma protect myself and blow his brains out Cold on the streets never talk on the phone And the main thing is never bring a snake in your home But that's hard black, why? Cuz half the time them niggaz be in your face smilin and shit but you don't know that And I don't know why that nigga jealous of me When he could do the same shit that pay me In the streets breed a lot of killaz That's why corners full of hate and the young ones is cap peelers But they don't feel us when we're drownin in our own blood And they don't know when we go home it's no love So what's the use of us carin and shit And that's the reason we buy guns, load 'em up and spit 'em at shit (Chorus-Shaffar) So many stories in the city I live in I soak up the game, that everyone plays I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way (Verse 2) (Young Noble) I know niggaz that was kings that turned into fiends The nigga lost everything jewels and dreams He losin teams, the murder rate higher than ever Niggaz need more than weed gettin higher than ever Nuts in the streets my roots ain't nothin but deep Niggaz roam with the heat just for somethin to eat Niggaz sell to under covers then snitch on they brothers Everybody sayin fuck us, I know God love us (Mil a.k.a Hellraza) I was raised when I cried in the household Turned me into a nut But these niggaz didn't know Just from bein home I seen enough before I learned the streets I knew all about a gun 'cause my background was deep A little dirty nigga holdin my pants when I run It's a chance you gotta take everyday in the slums This for the hoods where, certain people scared to come I had a heart as a young nigga, now I don't fear none (Chorus-Shaffar) So many stories in the city I live in I soak up the game, that everyone plays I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way (Verse 3-Kastro) I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind What more can I say it been that way a long time And anybody, who think that rude Can suck my dick until they spit my baby girl need food I was young, when Pac put my hands on a gun And told me life is what you make it And stripes you gotta take them It took a while for me to over stand I was only 12 but I felt like a grown man And livin on, and that which does not kill me can only make me strong But ya'll niggaz don't hear me though My souljah story, for glorious pain While I'm game you niggaz playin, played out and lame This shit hurt, my mind blind my dick in the dirt And I'm so sick of bein tired, and tired of bein hurt I search out the truth, and that shit worse I swear it's a curse that the church can't nurse, come on (Chorus-Shaffar) So many stories in the city I live in I soak up the game, that everyone plays I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way |
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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
(feat. 2Pac, T-Low)
[Edi (Bosko)] (gangstaz clap yo hands) World Wide..... Outlawz (all the ladies clap yo hands) Makaveli The Don.... With the homie T-Low (gangstaz clap yo hands) Felly Fel on the track.... Bosko (all the ladies clap yo hands) It's going down real big.... let's go (clap yo hands baby) [Chorus: T-Low] This is for thugz in every state We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite And World Wide Aint no place that we rather be Livin' it up with the family tonite And World Wide [Edi] We holla World Wide Better understand us Since we coming with thugs from L.A to Atlanta Put ya hands up Nothin' but love from all sides of my thug cliq Outlaw ridahs them hataz aint touchin' us Hittin' em up in two-double-O-two I got dank, drank, bank, what you wanna do? Move out the way, you see us coming thru It aint a game, it's true (uhu) We 'bout to act a fool You know the history All out... ball out.... picture me Rollin' and holdin' all brands For the victory Edi Amin... ya know the name Dont remember me? Since it's nine-six World Wide... legendary [Chorus: T-Low] This is for thugz in every state We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite And World Wide Aint no place that we rather be Livin' it up with the family tonite And World Wide [2Pac] Known for doing skandalouz deeds No handlin' me And naw it aint the drugs Just the straight thug nigga in me I swoop down and cause havoc My rapid delivery is automatic Lettin' niggaz have it I been labeled as a thug nigga Since they dont sell my shit to white folks Ship it to the drug dealers And catch'a-catch'a nigga world-wide A fuckin Mobb Figga... West Coast hoo-ride When we robb niggaz Money made my squad bigger But we aint sell our souls Bustin' on our emenies, muder my foes At my shows Imma nut Lights, camera, time for action Now get to clappin' to my cuts A World Wide Mobb Figga [Chorus: T-Low] This is for thugz in every state We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite And World Wide Aint no place that we rather be Livin' it up with the family tonite And World Wide [Bosko] Gangstaz clap yo hands (8 claps) All the ladies clap yo hands (8 claps) Gangstaz clap yo hands (8 claps) All the ladies clap yo hands (8 claps) Clap yo hands baby [Napoleon] It's so hard on me Girl pardon me I got the same spirit Pac had Hit 'em to me When I arrive on the dance floor I'm humpin' the floor It's a world wide mobb thang That's for sure Got money in my pocket now Drivin' in a rocket now Never hear me rap around ice I keep it underground O-U-T-L-A-W-Z fa sheezy (yall tryin to start the East-West beef again) Girl please Get ya money young souljah Time steady wastin' I been around the world before I'm in Jamaica P-R... B-R.... Bahamas, plus Cuba L-A to V-A and even Vancouver [Young Noble] Hey yo.... I be the Young N-O... to the B-L-E Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z And I'm still Dirty Jerz reppin' Outlawz reckage Get ya dough up yall Get ya flow up Pac and Yak live on Dont be surprised if they show up At ya front door with a loaded (ohh noooooo) Young Nobe it the block What's poppin' homie Ya can hate but ya know Pac watchin homie (uhuh) So give some love up We stay thuggin' it up Lil' homie is you thuggin' or what? Throw ya dubz up Put em real high East, West, Dirty South, North side Outlaw pride [Chorus x2: T-Low] This is for thugz in every state We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite And World Wide Aint no place that we rather be Livin' it up with the family tonite And World Wide |
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from Outlawz - Novakane (2001)
(feat. Napoleon)
[Napoleon talking] All you fag niggaz gotta move on (get the fuck out the way) I kick up dust for real, nigga fuck this rap shit nigga you wanna see me, see me nigga Nigga I'm the nigga to see Punk ass mutha-fucka Don't get your pockets pulled nigga (check it out uh-uh) Hold the fuck up nigga why you lookin so tough You don't know that I'm an outlaw and I'll fuck you up Punk nigga, the street change everyday, But I'ma change a long will cuz the streets where I lay Nowadays it ain't about runnin your mouth It's bout (gun cocked) and (gunshots); assed out Turnin me out nigga, I turn the streets out With this underground thug shit that killers come out Where the gunz be at, where the money be at I stand full, nothin but the uncut shit I'm hardcore And ain't nothing changed since back in the day Just new money frays and new hand grenades When the war pops off I'ma knock the street lights off Y'all some paper back soldierz nigga you too soft And killin in my raps I'm too real for that But if I say I'ma do it, if you say you have too, prove it to me [chorus] It ain't nothin but a freshin to me And if ya fuckin with me, Then you can die if you wanna nigga And all my life I had issues with me you try trippin with me Then you can die if you wanna nigga The street made a slight killah for me And if you soft too me Then you can die if you wanna nigga You act tough And you can die if you wanna nigga You in a rush And you can die if you wanna nigga I'm a street nigga, check my background I did a couple of driveby's with the fo-pound And I was never ever scared to bust a couple of rounds It's all in me, my whole family was raised wrong Nigga, my whole team strong, buck buck, double glock dead wrong And imitatin Pac nigga, you know you wrong And runnin your mouth will get a gun in your house There is money down south so I gotta take some There is money on the west coast I gotta chase some There is money on the east coast I gotta take some So I bought me a gun, I'm bout to rob everyone It's like a 2000 jack the rapper, fall down Empty down your pockets nigga and pass it around And what was you thinkin when Pac was around He wasn't trainin Outlawz to burn shit down I strategize for the dough dough, cock block with the fo-fo send four more at the po-po, his whole ass like Zorro it's real nigga so I'ma bleed for mine with money on my mind I'ma get it, it's mines nigga [chorus] It ain't nothin but a freshin to me And if ya fuckin with me, Then you can die if you wanna nigga And all my life I had issues with me you try trippin with me Then you can die if you wanna nigga The street made a slight killah for me And if you soft too me Then you can die if you wanna nigga You act tough And you can die if you wanna nigga You in a rush And you can die if you wanna nigga |
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from 2Pac - Nu-Mixx Klassics [remix] (2003)
Makaveli in this, Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty (Uhh, feel me!) And God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild into the ways of the man Follow me, eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la I ain't a killer but don't push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listening Seeing niggaz coming for me, and my diamonds, when they glistening Now pay attention, rest in peace father I'm a ghost in these killing fields Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go Deep inside the solitary mind of a madman who screams In the dark evil lurks, enemies, see me flee Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit Stuck, niggaz is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus Mama told me never stop until I bust a nut Fuck the world if they can't adjust It's just as well Hail Mary Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers, never realize The precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin', institutionalized I lived my life a product, made to crumble But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we ballin' Catch me Father please, cause I'm fallin', in the liquor store That's the Hennessey I hear ya callin', can I get some more Hail 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do One life to live but I got nothing to lose, just me and you On a one way trip to prison, selling drugs We all wrapped up in this living, life as thugs To my homeboys in Clinton Max, doing they bid Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this When they turn out the lights, I'll be there in the dark Thuggin' eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la <b>Kastro</b> They got a APB, out on my Thug family Since Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down, K blasted off of Hennessey and Thai Chronic, mixed it, now I'm twisted, blisted, and high Visions of me thug livin' getting me by Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs When I die they won't cry unless they coming with slugs <b>Young Noble</b> Peep the whole scene and whatever's going on around me Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feeling rowdy Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that motherfucker Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers On the regular mashing in a stolen black Ac' Integra Cocked back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse From a Thug to preaching church, I gave you love now you eating dirt Needing work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle till dawn That's when sun came up, it's only one way up Hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up If it's on then it's on, we rate beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate To this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealing with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate If it's on then it's on, we rate beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate To this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealing with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la (Repeats in background) <b>Prince Ital</b> We've been traveling on this weary road Long time til I be take off this load But we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't worry everything will come real Free like the bird in the tree We won't worry everything will come real Yes we free like the bird in the tree We running from the penitentiary This is the time for we liberty Hail Mary, Hail Mary Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days |
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from 2Pac - Nu-Mixx Klassics [remix] (2003)
So I f**ked your bi**h
You fat mutha-f**ka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is ni**as we bring it to {Take Money} [ha ha, that's alright] First off, f**k your bi**h And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I f**ked your wife We bust on Bad Boys ni**as f**k for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark a*s bi**hes We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How i'll leave yah Cut your young a*s up See yah in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Don't f**k with real a*s G's Quick to snatch your ugly a*s, off the streets So f**k peace I'll let them ni**as know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night [ha ha] Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill f**k with me And get your caps peeled You know, See Chorus Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace ni**a, I hit 'em up Check this out You mutha-f**kas know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all ni**as ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah bi**h made a*s Bad Boys bi**hes {ahh yo, yo, hold the f**k up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pa*s the mac And let me hit 'em in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right For setting up traps Little accident murderers And I ain't never heard of yah Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Guard your rank Cause I'm a slam your a*s in a pang Puffy weaker than a f**kin' block I'm running through ni**a And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In front of yah ni**a With the ready power Tucked in my Guess Under my Eddie Bower Your clout petty sour I push packages ever hour I hit 'em up Chorus Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace ni**a, We hit 'em up Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you ni**as getting killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a Shermine ni**as think they learned to fly But they burn mutha-f**ka you deserve to die Talking about you Getting Money But its funny to me All you ni**as living bummy While you f**king with me? I'm a self made Millionaire Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air {Air} [Ha Ha] Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the bi**h to let you sleep in the house Now its all about versace You copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my A-K I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mutha-f**ka I'll Hit 'Em Up I'm from N W New Jers. Where plenty of murder occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenerio Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees Copin' pleas with these Little Kim is yah Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the f**k? Is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped And all your fake a*s east coast props Brainstormed and locked You'se a B-writer Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing s**t but a faker So fill the Alazhay with a chaser 'bout to get murdered for the paper E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke [uhh] Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-f**kin' joke Thug Life, ni**as better be known Be approaching In the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping It's a battle lost I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off ni**a, I hit 'em up Now you tell me who won I see them, they run [ha ha] They don't wanna see us Whole Junior Mafia click Dressing up to be us How the f**k they gonna be the Mob? When we always on out job We millionaire's Killing ain't fair But somebody got to do it Oh yah Mobb Deep [uhh] You wanna f**k with us You Little young a*s mutha-f**kas Don't one of you ni**as got sickle-cell or something You f**king with me, ni**a ? You f**k around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the f**k up Before you get smacked the f**k up This is how we do it on our side Any of you ni**as from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain't singing, We bringing drama f**k you and your mother f**king mama. We gonna kill all you mother f**kers. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother f**kin opinion Well this is how we gon' do this: f**k Mobb Deep, f**k Biggie, f**k Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother f**kin crew. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, Then f**k you too. Chino XL, f**k you too. All you mother f**kers, f**k you too. (take money, take money) All of y'all mother f**kers, f**k you, die slow mother f**ker. My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow. You mother f**kers can't be us or see us. We mother f**kin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, ni**a We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother f**kers. We do our job. You think you the mob, ni**a, we the mother f**kin' mob Ain't nuttin' but killers And the real ni**as, all you mother f**kers feel us. Our s**t goes triple and four quadruple You ni**as laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother f**kin' belts You know how it is and we drop records they felt You ni**as can't feel it We the realist f**k 'em. We Bad Boy killas. |
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