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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
(Daz)
Yeah.. 'Pac, Dat Nigga Daz (yeah) Kurupt All up in this bitch (Intro) Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*) Don't stop.. Don't stop.. (Spoken over Intro) Keep it goin, got my nigga Slip Capone Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there Niggaz get around these backwoods Get around they mommas, pull up they pants hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha! (Daz) Who mashes with the crazy, illest niggaz in town? (I do) Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound? My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives It's about time the mashin is arrived I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin steel Steadily givin these niggaz no passes on livin (no passes) I spend major loot on khaki suits Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots I box niggaz twice my size, I bust wit a fo'-five Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live I live the unusual, crucial life So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew as just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless to step to this, we in effect, we dangerous Contendin mental murderers and ain't afraid to diss Biatch! (yeah) (2Pac) Now I been called crazy, to fade me it's not possible (haha) I give a fuck, what you thought, or who you brought witchu? (Bad Boy killer) A Bad Boy killer, Biggie annihilator They wonderin why he breathin, but bitches is dyin later (ahh) Better laugh now, then cry when I come to get you I hit you with two glocks, and leave you with scar tissue On some loco shit (loco), my pistol smoke yo' shit (smoke) Let's go for dolo BIATCH, and watch me flow yo' shit Mr., Makaveli movin pieces like telekenesis It's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces (hell yeah) Shots rang and niggaz brains were spilt Another Bad Boy affiliated (Bad Boy killer) nigga was kilt I hit the funeral and busted his folks and leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke Don't stop, keep goin (Chorus) Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*) (Kurupt) Well it's that seventeen shot glock cocker, the block rocker (fool) Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper Finally televised - Kurupt, Daz reside (resides) Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knifes Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone (That's that nigga) I packs heat when it's cold Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold Why you waitin for the poetical Satan? Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter Payton I snatch ya breath (aah!) and bust 'til there's no one left Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth (I'm the man nigga) I don't trust ya (I don't) The second I get a chance I'ma bust ya No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya (Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags (Chorus) Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 7X*) Don't stop, don't stop .. Let the speakers bump - BIATCH! (let the speakers bump) For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep Big Suburbans, they Lexuses, they Beemers We gon' break it down a lil' somethin like this for you to get yo' sub on throughout yo' neighborhood Turn it up, check it out (Daz) They claim to be down, they say they down (man fuck you man) Number one.. |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
Eternally thug nigga Hilfiger made by Tommy So when I speak hope to reach my biunique mammies Oh come to poppy I love it when it's wet and sloppy In and out the mouth piece Until I cum no one can stop me My bump and grind'll do ya' every time Come get a blast of this thug passion It'll blow ya' mind Hey Throw up your legs rap them shits around my back It's a Westside thing fucking hoes around the map Walking down 125 while I'm peeping out hotties And they Seduce my Jimmie I'll be screaming give me body Make 'em all scream my name out Give me my props and don't you Love how this thug nigga beat up the cock I'm at the weekend parade I'm watching caramel bitches play Get with real niggas bull shit will never get you paid This is the dream of a young black teen I fiend for hoes cross country like a dirty crack fiend Now come on Hey girl I can tell that you want it By the way your dancing on the floor Hey girl By the look in your eyes I can tell you want some more Oh girl Don't worry bout it just keep xxx xxxx doing what you do Hey girl Girl tonight you can be International Nipsey when I pull up to the club on them chrome things I'm crispy Shining from my wrist to my gold chain Everywhere I go I keep the hood I never change If it ain't up on my lap Got it stashed in the Range Bang bang I'm getting bread on the proper Private jet anywhere I tell him he go fly to My respect had these girls saying Daddy I do Anything you ask get it cracking when I slide through As God as my witness right hand on the bible In Tokyo honey turned it up hottie got xxx stroked for show Now up in Atlanta in the strip club She thick Cuz took me to the stop where the crib was Went full throttle got cracking I ain't bashed yet From the kitchen to the counter top in the bathroom Flips mo' trips mo' stamps on my passport Told her drop me off at Heartsville I'm international Hey girl I can tell that you want it By the way your dancing on the floor Hey girl By the look in your eyes I can tell you want some more Oh girl Don't worry bout it just keep doing what you do Hey girl Girl tonight you can be International It's Mr Hoodnational Rider with the passport Just landed from Paris homie pick me up I'm at the airport With two bottle's of Moet and a bottle of Port Can we get something popping cause tomorrow got court So of course I'm ready to get it Feel it going down right now Hopped in the whip popped the bottle in a blood right now Get it out of it about 50 seconds later the party right now We celebrating Makaveli 2Pacalypse NOW's Escape through the front though they xx Chewed xx up on tippy toes Cruising up to get the door If you lose a chick then let her go She done chose it's over bro Look around it's Harleyville Dimes in high heels came from Japan to New York to Cali to chill They choosing for real with no grill in my dental Peep my swagger tremendous make moves monumental It was me three mammies E 40 and 'Pac xxx rounds after party it just don't stop Hey girl I can tell that you want it By the way your dancing on the floor Hey girl By the look in your eyes I can tell you want some more Oh girl Don't worry bout it just keep doing what you do Hey girl Girl tonight you can be nternational |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
(Intro)
(2Pac) Everybody needs to chill Player haters Want to see me dead Only real niggas Stay on top All these niggas Be mad as shit Cause they can't live Like Pac (2Pac) Started with five shots Never drop the killer Never figured that That same nigga Sell five million Hit the charts Like a mad man Nothin' but hits Court cases Got a nigga Facin' multiple digits Dodgin' cop cars Look how we came So far Picture a high school Drop out Rollin' a double R House full of happiness Weed and drank Way out So it's local Try to finally came Never visioned Livin' longer Than my twenty-first Thought I would Be locked down Cracked out Or in the dirt And though it hurts To see a change It comes with the fame Watch for gospel In this silly game ( Man ) To all the muthafuckas Speakin' down on me This is the night Why is everybody Caught up In Pac's life (Outro) (2Pac) Why are all you niggas Up on shit ( To all y'all niggas ) Fuck all y'all My life This is Pac's life And everybody needs to chill Cause this is Pac's life Player haters want To see me killed Pac's life Only real niggas Stay on top Now all these niggas Mad at me Cause they can't live Like Pac |
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