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Текст песни:

[Intro]
Yeah nigga
Yo Pac (That′s right)
Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah)
Niggaz just wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit

[2pac Verse 1]
Please tell me what′s a nigga to do and it′s true
Ain′t nuttin′ new so I do what I can to get through
Now first they had me trapped and now I′m pissed
A loaded AK47 layin on my hips so don′t trip
One motherfucker from the underground
And Big Stretch buckin′ niggaz if they fuck around
Yo, why ya′ll got beef with police?
Ain′t that a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with me
They make it hard for me to sleep
I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep
I guess it′s hard for you to see
But now I′m pointin the finger at police instead of motherfuckers blamin′ me
I got the right to bear a pistol
And when them punk motherfuckers get to trippin′ I got shit too
And maybe then you′ll see the truth
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too

[Chorus]
It′s all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you′ll see the truth (a wwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It′s all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you′ll see the truth (a wwwwww) Oooh!
You can′t fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too

[2pac Verse 2]
You know you really can′t say that you blame niggaz
Fuck bein′ tame, set a flame, tryin′ to aim triggaz
2pac′ll spark a revolution, fuck the constitution
I want my bucks for restitution
This time you got a bigger problem
Time to face the niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem
And we ain′t shootin′ at eachother (fuck no), that′s a motherfuckin′ brother
So save two, run for cover
And other bitches from the clan
Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn′t smoke crack and
I don′t drink St. Ides (fuck that!)
Genuine draft ganja ganja and my fuckin′ Tec-9
They know their scared to see us sober (a wwwww)
Cobra - And niggaz will take the world over
It′s all up to you (up to you) Blame the Korean (fuck that)
I′ll be a crooked nigga too

[Chorus]
It′s all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you′ll see the truth (a wwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It′s all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you′ll see the truth (a wwwwww) Oooh!
You can′t fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too

[2pac Verse 3]
Pardon me, ?? has been God and try me
I′ll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G
They got my homies in a jail cell
Now it′s the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin′ to hell
I got the whole place covered with loc′ed out brothers
And nothing but love for eachother
So motherfucker make a motion
I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean
Temperatures drop
See it′s cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops
That′s when they gettin′ petrol
You better watch your step or you′ll be left on deathrow
But I learned to look ahead of me
Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy
We blowin′ up precincts and oooohhhh you can′t fuck with the crew
A crooked nigga too

[Chorus]
It′s all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you′ll see the truth (a wwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It′s all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you′ll see the truth (a wwwwww) Oooh!
You can′t fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island
All the penitentiaries
Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo Pratt
All the political Prisoners
San Quinton
All the jailhouses
I′m with you

Yeah
One Thug, One Thug
How do we keep the music playing
One Thug, One Thug

[Verse 1]

I wake up early in the morning
mind state so military
Suckas fantasizing
Pictures of a young brother buried
Was it me
The Weed
Or this life I lead
If daytime is for suckas then tonight we breathe
Out for all that
Knowing that this world brings drawbacks
Look how they shiver
Once I deliver these war raps
Meet me at the cemetery dressed in black
Tonight we
Honor the dead, those who won′t be back
So if I die do the same for me
Shed no tears
An Outlaw, thug living in this game for years
Why worry?
Hope to God
Get me high when I′m buried
Knowing deep inside only a few love me
Don′t rush me through the gates of heaven
Let me picture for a while
How I lived from my days as a child
I wonder now
How do we outlast, always get cash
Stay strong if we all mash
Hold Your head

[Chorus]

How do we keep the music playing
(You got to hold your head)
How do we get ahead
(Hold your head)
Too many young black brothers are dying
(You got to hold your head)
Living fast, too fast
(hahaha)

[Verse 2]

These felonies be like prophecies
Begging me to stop
Cause these lawyers getting money every time they knock us
Snatch they pockets lyrically
Suckas flee when they notice
Switched my name to Makaveli
Had the rap game closed
Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows, they froze
Now suckas idolize my chosen blows
And more money, mean litigating
More playa hating
Got a cell at the Penn for me waiting
Is this my fate?
Miss me with that misdemeanor thinking
We fall back
Never had too much Tequilla drinking
We all that
Make them understand me
You lie to say my posse
Everyone roll with me is family
Cause every bodies got me
Watch me paint a perfect vision
This life we living
Got us all meeting up in prison
Last week I got a letter from my road dog
Written in blood
Saying Please show a young playa love
Hold your head
Hold it

[Chorus]

How do we keep the music playing
(You got to hold your head)
How do we get ahead
(C′Mon, Hold your head)
Too many young black brothers are dying
(Yes, hold hold your head)
Living fast, too fast
(Weed got me thinking in my mind)

[Verse 3]

God bless the child that can hold is own
Indeed
Enemies bleed when I hold my chrome
Let these words be the last
To my unborn seeds
Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed
Currency means nothing if you still ain′t free
Money breeds jealousy, take the game from me
I hope for better days
Trouble comes naturally
Running from authorities
Till they capture me
And my aim, is to spread more smiles than tears
Utilize lessons learned from my childhood years
Maybe mama had it all right
Rest your head
Straight conversation all night
Bless the dead
To the homies that I used to have
That no longer roll
Catch a brother at the crossroads
Plus, nobody knows my soul
Watching time pass
Through the glass of my drop top Rolls
Hold your head

[Chorus]

How do we keep the music playing
(You got to hold your head)
How do we get ahead
(No matter how hard it gets, feel me, c′mon)
(Hold your head)
Too many young black brothers are dying
(Smoke some weed, drink a drink, read a book,
watch the stars, get some pussy, whatever)
Living fast, too fast

How do we keep the music playing
(Yes, you got to hold your head)
How do we get ahead

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

Lookin for these better days
Better days, heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
Better days!
Better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days

Verse One:
Time to question our lifestyle,
Look how we live
Smokin weed like it ain′t no thang,
So even kids wanna try now,
They lie down
And get ran through
Nobody watched ′em clockin
The evil man do
Faced with the demons,
Addicted to hearin victims screamin
Guess we was evil since birth,
Product of cursed semens
Cause even our birthdays is cursed days
A born thug in the first place,
The worst ways
I′d love to see the block in peace
With no more dealers
And crooked cops,
The only way to stop the beast
And only we can change
It′s up to us to clean up the streets,
It ain′t the same
Too many murders, too many funerals
And too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus
I knew him for years
Passed by his family,
But what could I say?
Keep yo′ head up
And try to keep the faith
And pray for better days

Better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. got me thinkin
Bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days

Verse Two:
Thinkin back as an adolescent,
Who would′ve guessed
That in my future years,
I′d be stressin
Some say the ghetto′s
Sick and corrupted
Plus my P.O. won′t let me hang
With the brothers
I grew up with
Tryin to keep my head up
And stay strong all my homies
Slangin llello all day long,
But they wrong
So I′m solo and so broke
Savin up for some Jordan′s,
Cause they dope...
I got a girl and I love her
But she broke too, and so am I
I can′t take her to the place
She wanna go to
So we argue and play fight,
All day and night
Makin passionate love ′til the daylight
Plus we about to get evicted,
Can′t pay the rent
Guess it′s time to see
Who really is yo′ friend
Tell me you pregnant
And I′m amazed
So many blessings while we stressin
Lookin for them better days

For better days, better days,
Better days, heyyy!
Better days.. got me thinkin
Bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin
Bout better days

Verse Three:
Now me and you was real cool,
Hell on them square fools
Since back in high school,
We was true, me and you
Hardly parted or seperated,
We stayed faded
Affiliated with gangbangers
And still made it
Up in the gym, mess with me,
Gotta mess with him
Still dressin like grown men
When rollin I went to dark,
Smokin Newports, gamin marks
Got a place in my heart,
Homey stay smart
Locked you up in the pen,
And gave you three to ten
I send you letters with naked flicks
Of old friends
Hopin you well,
I know it′s hell
Doin time in the cells,
You need mail,
When you in jail
And me I′m doin cool
I settled down, had a family,
Workin in night school
Every once in a while, I reminisce
And wonder how we ever came to this
I miss the better days

Better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days..
I′m thinkin bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin
Bout better days

I send this one out, to all the homeboys
Down in uh, Clinton lockdown
Rikers Island, all them dudes
I was uh locked up with, hehe
E Block, F Block, lower H
N-I-C in Rikers Island,
Downstate all the peoples
I met along the way
Better days is comin homeboy,
Keep your head up

Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days.. uhh,
Lookin for the better days
Better days, better days,
Lookin for the better days
Heyyy! Hahaha...


@ 2pac

Текст песни:

Outlaw
Go head
In This
No doubt
Death Row
Makaveli
You can call me daddy
I′ll be ya daddy
Just like Daddy
For the ladies

[Chorus]

Come to me anytime you want
Dedicate slow jams on the radio
Oh I
Know your happy I can feel ya passion
Looking out for ya just like daddy
Come on
Sunshine turns to rain
Baby I can take away ya pain
If ya trust me
Close your eyes, and feel the magic
Never leave when ya need me
I′ll do ya just like daddy

[E.D.I]

I met her when she was younger
Her daddy died when she was younger
Her moms let her do what she please it seemed no one loved her
Her eyes shined love a diamond in the rough
The kind that you can love
Not yet touched
With so much, potential
Youngster, let me got your mental
Into a place, with the sourness of pain you′ll never taste
By God′s grace you were born with that face
Nothing but pure beauty
So for an eternity I feel it′s my duty
To be a souljah, oh yeah baby I got plans to mold ya
And in the coldest nights is when I hold ya
Like I′m supposed to
As we roll closer
I′ll take your hand gladly
Anything ya need ask me
Spoil my baby girl just like daddy

[Verse 2 - Tupac]

You alleviate the stress spending time with you, I feel blessed
When you gone feel the pain so strong
Deep in my chest
When I got arrested
Came so close to going to jail
Throwin blows at the po-pos breakin they nails
Screamin loud goin all out
Damn I did
You stayed locked down at moms house
Watchin the kids, through the whole bid
In tha V-I
I seen ya daily
When my fake homies try ta fuck you
You run and tell me
That′s why I stay committed
I thank God every time I hit it
Hoping you′ll forgive me, for the times I bullshitted
Me and you against the world
We untouchable
Screamin like ya dying every time I′m fuckin′ you
Ya never had a father or a family, but I′ll be there
No need to fear so much insanity
And through the years
I know ya gave me your heart
Plus
When I′m dirt broke and fucked up
You still love me

[Chorus]

Come to me anytime you want
Dedicate slow james on the radio
Oh I
Know your happy I can feel ya passion
Looking out for ya just like daddy
Come on
Sunshine turns to rain
Baby I can take away ya pain
If ya trust me
Close your eyes, and feel the magic
Never leave when ya need me
I′ll do ya just like daddy

[Kadafi]

Boo would ya, die for me?
Down holdin my pistol, gettin high
With mean sounds tougher than bristles
Fool when you cry I′ll be ya tissue
Back in the county writing letters how I miss you
Giving you credit, apologetic how I dis you
Get you for thinkin like a minor and on a level of one
And sometime daddy ready to wine ya and dine ya
Lace ya for total vigina and still
We right behind ya tru
Life just me and you no tellin′ what we could do
Getting high between the sheets
Make the shit right here discrete
Putting hickies on ya belly while we fucking on the beach
I love it when ya nut up and grab me
I feel for ya badly, baby girl just like daddy

[Young Noble]

Shorty I lend my hand out to help ya
Lost soul looking for shelter
On the late night accept it
Treat ya good won′t disrespect ya
My age is young
Out of place binge days is done
From a trixy to a missy, you know I raised ya hon
Placed her under my wing
Showed her how we swing
Now she rollin′ blunts for a king
One day labeled thug Mrs
The essence of my ghetto sistas
Hugs and kisses
That′s just for me to be a father figure

Chorus over top of talking

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

[This Week in Bible Prophecy]
God has a plan -- and the bible unfolds that wonderful plan
through the message of prophecy
God sent Jesus into this world to be our saviour
And that Christ is returning, someday soon
to unfold the wonderful plan of eternity, for my life and your life
As long as we′re cooperating with God
by accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and saviour
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We′ll see you next time here on This Week in Bible Prophecy

[Tupac]
Tupac don′t start that blasphemy in here!
Makaveli, the new breed -- and I remember what my pops told me
The new word, follow me -- remember what my pops told me

My family tree, consists of drug dealers, thugs and killers
Strugglin, known to hustle screamin fuck they feelings
I got advice from my father, all he told me was this
Niggaz, get off your ass if you plan to be rich
There′s ten rules to the game, but I′ll share with you two
Know, niggaz gon′ hate you for whatever you do
Now rule one -- get your cash on, M.O.B.
That′s Money Over Bitches, cause they breed envy
Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies
Keep yo′, enemies close nigga, watch yo′ homies
It seemed a little unimportant, when he told me I smiled
Picture jewels being handed, to an innocent child
I never knew in my lifetime I′d live by these rules
Initiated as an outlaw, studying rules
Now papa ain′t around, so I gotta recall
or come to grips with bein on my enemy′s wall (rest in peace)
Promised if I have a seed, I′ma guide him right
Dear Lord don′t let me die tonite
I got words for my comrades, listen and learn
Ain′t nuttin free, give back what you earn, no doubt
Gettin higher than a motherfucker, blessed and pleased
This Thug Life′ll be the death of me, c′mon, yeah

And I remember what my papa told me
Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy

Chorus: Prince Ital

Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord
Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin my bird in a cloud
Usin de name of de Lord in vein
While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain

[Tupac]
We probably in Hell already, our dumb asses not knowin
Everybody kissin ass to go to heaven ain′t goin
Put my soul on it, I′m fightin devil niggaz daily
Plus the media be crucifying brothers severly
Tell me I ain′t God′s son, nigga mom a virgin
We got addicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don′t pay
Criminal mind all the time, wait for Judgment Day
They say Moses split the Red Sea
I split the blunt and rolled the fat one, I′m deadly -- Babylon beware
Comin from the Pharoahe′s kids, retaliation
Makin legends off the shit we did, still bullshittin
Niggaz in Jerusalem, waitin for signs
God promised, she′s just takin her time, haha
Living by the Nile while the water flows
I′m contemplating plots wondering which door to go
Brothas getting shot, comin back resurrected
It′s just that raw shit, nigga check it (that raw shit)

And I remember what my papa told me
Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy

Chorus

[Tupac]
The preacher want me buried why? Cause I know he a liar
Have you ever seen a crackhead, that′s eternal fire
Why you got these kids minds, thinkin that they evil
while the preacher bein richer you say honor God′s people
Should we cry, when the Pope die, my request
We should cry if they cried when we buried Malcolm X
Mama tell me am I wrong, is God just another cop
waitin to beat my ass if I don′t go pop?
Memories of a past time, givin up cash
to the leaders, knowin damn well, it ain′t gonna feed us
In my brain how can you explain, time in D.C.
It′s hard enough to live now, in these times of greed
They say Jesus is a kind man, well he should understand
times in this crime man, my Thug nation
Do whatchu gotta do but know you gotta change
Try to find a way to make it out the game
I leave this and hope God can see my heart is pure
Is heaven just another door? I leave this here
I leave this and hope God see my heart is pure
Is heaven just another door? And my people say

Chorus 4X

Our father, who art in heaven
Hallow be thy name
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
In earth, as it is in heaven
Give us this day, our daily bread
As we give up our debts
As we forgive our debt-ors
Lead us not into temptation
but deliver us, unevil
For God, is the kingdom, and the power
and the glory forever, and ever, and ever

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

In the life we live as thugs,
Everbody fuckin wit us so can′t you see
It′s hard to be a man.
Ridin wit my gun in hand.

Why explain the game? Niggas ain′t listenin.
Stuck in positions. If victims can′t stand the heat,
Then stay the fuck out the kitchen.
Have these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean.
Itchin, givin suckas plenty space.
Have these bitch niggas snitchin.
Where are we now? Guns found daily.
The feds surely hope that they could finally nail me for sellin dope.
They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap.
Attack. Words bein known to explode on contact.
Extreme at times. Blinded by my passion and fury.
Look at me laugh at my competition′s flashin my jewelry.
You′d stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective.
The shit you heard ain′t do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch.
Run up, face me and trace wit an infared beam.
It seems niggas ain′t recognize my team.
Ain′t nobody holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti.
Unload it. Cuz niggas ain′t ready. The life of an outlaw.

Chorus repeats

Code 3. Attack formation. Pull out your pistols.
Keep an eye out for the devils cuz they itchin to get you.
Mercy to this madman screamin kamikaze in tongue.
Automatic gunfire makin all my enemies run.
Who should I call when I′m shot and bleedin.
Indeed the possibility has part a chase in cream.
Dope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, just a chosen few.
My foes victim of explosives. Come closer. Exhale the fumes.
We got memories fadin fast. A slave for cash.
Accelerate, mash, blast, then dash.
Don′t look now. How you like it, raw.
Niggas ain′t ready for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender.
Death is for a son to stay free. I′m thugged out.
Fuck the world cuz this is how they made me.
Scarred but still breathin.
Believe in me and you could see the victory.
A warrior with jewels. Can you picture me?
Life of and outlaw.

Chorus repeats

City under siege. It′s like I can′t even breathe.
I′m from the state of car theives. G, deep from the street.
Plenty beef. I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene.
Mobb Deep. This nigga from behind tryin to creep.
No halfs wit no straps, jack.
It′s on to bounce back.
And an ounce so fat, they snatch my style ???
Get this grip wit hollows to get cha.
Snip wit clippers. Get the picture?
I wrote my life down like a scripture.

And I′m still on lost in the land of the lonely.
Where ain′t nobody holy. A matter of a fact, we unholy.
Everybody livin soley for themselves. Too ?? on a land hell.
Somebody need me. You know we lost hope and we needin it.
Wit the evil it′s forever. But it might be low down, scandalouz
Like a tramp is. All for the street fame on how to be managed.
To plan shit. 6 months in advaced to what we plotted.
Approved to go on swole and now I got it.

Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they′d love to catch Kastro sleepin.
Attach a strap under my pillow and a hand like we freakin.
Creepin deep into morning. Peepin out the weak.
While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for it′s self.
No doubt. Outlaw. Outta my mind, outta time. You′re all blind.
Some kind of life of mine Kato don′t mind.
Findin it funny, matter of fact, cuz it is.
Perhaps finally I look at that true over the years as an outlaw.
Eh, Noble.
What′s up nigga.
Would you die for me, nigga?
Hell yeah.
Would you kill for me?
On my grandmother, nigga.
Ah yo.
What′s up.
Let′s ride on them stupid bitches right now.
Watch out.

Well now they all say they roaches and parasites.
Snakes and all they might
Thug Life break night.
Drink till we fist fight.
Life or death. But you can′t win with a vest.
But there won′t be no breathing for the reason
Punk bitch on your breath.
I see day is dark and I admit it′s dark.
So chase ???
Hide your stash
Beware foolin marks.
And yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left for PO′s belly.
And let me bust back to them niggas till they all sweaty

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

All day
You punk mutha-fuckas
The shit nigga
Killuminati Style
Makaveli the Don
Solo shit

Bring It

Allow me to introduce first
Makaveli the Don
Sprits, Spurting, Spiritual, Lyrics
Like the Holy Koran
Niggas get Shook Like 5-0
My 4-5 gun is next to me when we ride
Plus Survival
Money Making plans
Pistol Closing hands
Swollen Pockets
Let me introduce the topic
Then we drop it
Expose Snakes cuz they breath freely
See me ride
Located world wide
Like the art of graffiti
I think I′m tuffer than any
My attitude is shitty
Born in the dope fiends titty
And every city you′ll find me
Looking for trouble
Right behind me
My outlaw Niggas
Down to die for me

(Naw what I mean)

I hit the scene
Niggas ducking for my Guillotine Stare
I′m right there
My every word
A fucking night mare
Getting high
Let me see the sun rise and fall
This is for my dogs
Down to die for yours
Extreme Venom
No mercy
When we all up in ′em
Cut em Down
To hell is where we send them
My whole team
Trying to explode
Rather die
Murder mutha-fuckas lyrically
And I′m not gonna cry

Me

A born leader
Never leave the block
without my heater
Two big pitts
I call them Mobb Bitch
Nigga eaters
And I won′t whimper till I′m gone
Thug Life
Running through my veins
So I′m strong

Ha ha ha

Bye Bye bye
Lets get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggas
But I′m not gonna cry
I′m a Bad Boy killa
Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep
Nigga when I find you
Weak mutha-fuckas don′t deserve to breathe
How many niggas down to die for me

Yeah Yeah

West Coast Ridaz
Comin right behind ya
Should′ve never fucked wit me
I want money hoes sex and weed
I wont rest till my Row Doggs free
Bomb First

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider ′fo you die
We didn′t even come to hurt nobody tonight
But it′s my life or your life
And I′m a bomb first

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider ′fo you die
We didn′t even come to fight tonight
But it′s my life or your life
And I′m a bomb first

[E.D.I. (Idi Amin)]
For so many days and some many ways
We′ve been duckin strays
Hate to live us
But we still some Badboy Killas
Got nothin to lose, got no where to go
I only got one home see me stranded on Deathrow
With Outlawz, it′s Makaveli, be the general
and I be a soldier on a mission, suptitude
but you′ll never do
That′s ride for the cause
Yes I′ll die for the cause
Ya best believe if I leave this bitch I′m dyin with choice
Kamikaze sicker than a mothafuckin Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made Poparazi
Tell me if you ain′t in this rap game
For the mothafuckin cash man
Then what is ya mothafuckin purpose
None for service
Idi Amin born worthless
That′s until the day I decided to bomb first bitch

[Young Noble]
Yer style wack as ever
Like you was rocket patent leather
Cause a massive terror
Ya′ll niggas lack, you ain′t terrel
Half rapper half drug kingpin
Yer tellin fairy tales son
Kickin New York like you the mothafuckin one
But I′m from Jers we don′t play that shit
From the Claire down to North Bricks
All my niggas flippin chips
Gettin rich
Even though it′s hard
Tryin to creep through these halls abroad without scar by ????
With no warning signs cause yo my man took five
Now I′m the young one with the nine
ready to put in my time

Shoot first, look at there head Burst Bleedin′
Don′t want to hear no shit this evening, Believe me

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider ′fo you die
G′s and Thug niggas on tha rise
Plan-plot-strategize
And bomb first (2x)

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

[Featuring Treach, Riddler]
[2Pac]
Now I′ve got to ask, on a nigga′s ass, tell me will they blast me?
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now, it′s gettin crazy after dark, these narcs
be like tryin to shut me down but I′m too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I′ve been movin these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I′m stackin G′s, buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killas on my payroll, and they know
When it′s time to handle business, nigga lay low
Although I′m young, I′m still comin up
I′m gettin paid, pullin raises on niggas when they runnin up
The first to pull a strap when there′s drama
Busta, you ain′t heard?
I′ve been slicin motherfuckerss since I lost my momma
There ain′t a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocked, G, and they don′t quit until they drop me
I′m loyal to the game
*Chorus*
[Treach]
Without no doubt I ain′t no slouch and it ain′t time to back down
So I jumps in and try to stop-a and watch-a
Slap you cock-eyed like Popeye fucks spinach
Forgotten more shit than most crews ever know, or ever knew
Was born with 7 flows and only heaven knew
For beat the boot sex, the news breaks, the you shakes
Worse, they heard we got more nerve than a 2-fake
Yoo-hoo to you crew and you too so you knew
I′m from Jersey and I′m a teen so your block more than you do
Whose the new crew?
Show me your neck brotha, and here′s another
Smack your mother′s mamma′s mother
In the first mob of all those other crack lovers
Back was bitch-ass, trick ass, cluk-clow-cluk-clow
How ya like me then, how ya like me, hey-ho, how ya like me now?
Ow, pow, hurt, don′t it? Bow, bow, don′t run up on it
The same thing minus "P" hangin possies like an exponent
Oh yes, rock in slums, ya gots to run it
It makes no sense to smell like shit
If old ass George could be Washing-tons
*Chorus*
[Riddler]
Now I be loyal to my niggas on the blocks, just buckin the shots
And packin the glocks
and dodgin the cops, and takin over niggas spots
Poppin after poppin the fools be droppin, the hoes be hoppin
On my thing cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim
You lookin grim, is it me or him or him
Or be with me, we be together
So what′s up? We can do whatever
Cause real niggas stick together
Till they make it up to heaven
Through the stress, through the hell, through the 1-8-7
The shorter the nigga, the bigga the trigga
The deeper they dig the ditch-a
The Naughty the Treach
then through to the Pac I brings the glock I wets up
You fuckin body, Im like, Oh my Gody
Did I really shoot him? Yo I shot him
So got him, now I puts the crime behind me
And finds me, a place to lays my head low
I lives doin my rap, but I dies for my hood row
So all you fuckin fools better recognize, and know my fuckin name
I be Riddler to my niggas and Im loyal to the game
[Chorus]

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

[2pac]
I′ll be tha last muthafucka breathin′
Tell me, who be the last muthafucka breathin?


Chorus [2pac]
Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin′
Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin′
Now i′m the last muthafucka breathin′

Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin′
Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin′
Now i′m the last muthafucka breathin′

Verse 1 [2pac]

Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death
All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn′t rest, nah nigga i was stressed
Had me creepin ′round corners, homie sleepin in my vest
Shit, i′m like a hostage in this troubled block
Call the cops, a thug nigga screamin westside bustin′ double glocks
Hittin corners in my chevy surburban
Liquor got me drivin up on the curb handle the steerin wheel, swirvin′
Bless me father i′ma sinner, i′m living in hell
Let me live on the streetz cause ain′t no peace for me in jail
Getten world-wide exposure
With a bunch of niggaz that don′t give a fuck ridin as my souljaz
I just release ′em on a war path, not your average killer
Westside, outlaw, bad boy killa
Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin′
I murdered all them bustaz now i′m the last muthafucka breathin′


Chorus [2pac]
Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin′
Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin′
Now i′m the last muthafucka breathin


Verse 2 [young noble]

Make sure i hold my position, stand firm in the dirt
For all my souljas gone, we burnin′ the earth
Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block
Shootin′ rocks at the kid, i′ll bust back for pac
Ask yak, he′ll tell you that it′s hell down here
Stale down here, to many jails down here
Why you act like you don′t hear me?
Young noble, outlaw till these muthafuckas kill me
I′m still breathin′

[napoleon]

Now we was raised "fuck this life", i rose my right
Holdin′ on a tight grip with death in my sight
And the dark is my light, i′m sentacle, sleep-walkin′, isn′t you?
Walkin′ ′round town wit′ a pound full of dinner food
Came a long way from a bored-day
Dead away where there′s war play
Fuck grands, i′ll say, rather die for my a-k
Wit′ these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz
Only ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz
Breathin′


Chorus [2pac]
Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin′
Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin′
Now i′m the last muthafucka breathin′


Verse 3 [kastro]

I walk around with a knife in my back
Talkin′ bout a bad day, i live a life like that
It′s a fear, and i′m losin′ my hair, bless the houlogans
Catch me, i′m fallin′ out flat, yo, i′m ruinin′
Breathin′ is suicant, no one give a fuck about me
I learned to like it like that, when i was still wit′ mommy
Besides a seed that the devil run from
In the belly of the beats, that′s where the fuck we come from
And still breathin′

[edi]

And still i′m totally wasted, they want me to face this
Just lost 2 of my closes, man, one of y′all can take this
But, i′m makaveli trained, simple and plain
We number 1 muthafucka, bout to do it again
Shit, pac still doin′ it, you hoes can′t ruin it
2 million everytime he drop, i know you fuckas losin′ it
We movin′ in for the kill, for a mill
We holdin′ the steel, hold the wheel
I′m bout to give these niggaz somethin they can feel
Fakin′ real, but we the raw on the cut
Style-bitin′ thugline niggaz give it up
We hit ′em up

And we still breathin′
And we still breathin′
And we still breathin′

[2pac]

We′ll be the last muthafucka breathin′

Chorus [2pac]
Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin′
Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin′
Now i′m the last muthafucka breathin′

Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin′
Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin′
Now i′m the last muthafucka breathin′

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

It′s just me against tha world

Ooohhhhh ooohhhhh


Just me against tha world baby


Ohhhhhh ohhhhhh

I got nothin′ ta lose
It′s just me against tha world

Ohhhhh

Stuck in tha game
Me against tha world baby

Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in tha city
Tha cops is hot for me
Tha projects is full of bullets
Tha bodies is droppin′
There ain′t no stoppin me
Constantly moven while maken millions
Witnessin′ killins
Leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Caries tha children
Cause they′re illin′
Addicted to killin′
A near appeal from tha cap pealin′
What i′m feelin′
But will they last or be blasted
Hard headed bastard
Maybe he′ll listen in his casket
Tha aftermath
More bodies being buried
I′m losen my homies in a hurry
They′re relocating to tha cemetary
Got me worried
Stressin′
My visions bluried
Tha question is will i live
No one in tha world loves me
I′m headed for danger
Don′t trust strangers
Put one in tha chamber
Whatever i′m feelin′ is anger
Don′t wanna make excuses
Cause this is how it is
What′s tha use
Unless we′re shootin′
No one notices tha youth
It′s just me against tha world baby



Chorus
Ooohhhhh
Me against tha world
It′s just me against tha world
Ooohhhhh

It′s just me against tha world
Me against tha world
Cause it′s just me against tha world baby

Me against tha world

Ooohhhh yeeah

I got nothin′ ta lose
It′s just me against tha world baby

I got nothin′ ta lose

[dramacydal′s verse]

Could somebody help me?
I′m out here all by myself
Seeing ladies in stores
Baby capones
Livin wealthy
Pictures of my birth
On tha surface what i′m dreamin′
Seein′ daddy seein′
Full of crooked deamons
Already crazy and screamin′
I guess them nightmares as a child
Had me scared
But left me prepared
For awhile
Is there another route?
For crooked outlaws
That are in a villian of young thugs

Everday is more death
Plus i′m more rollin
I′m seein more beatens
For me
To proceed with fear
Scheme on schemeing
Amd leavin′ their peeps grievin′
Cause ain′t no bucks ta stack up
My nuts is backed up
I′m about ta act up
Go load tha mack up
Now watch me klack up
Try makin′ fat cuts
But yo it ain′t workin
And evils lurken
I can see him smirken
When i gets tha bourbon
So what
Go put some work in
And make my mail
Makin′ sells
Risken 25 with a ′l′
But oh well


Chorus
Me against tha world
With nothin′ ta lose
It′s just me against tha world

Ooohhhh

It′s just me against tha world baby
Me against tha world
I got nothin′ ta lose
It′s just me against tha world

Heeeyyy

It′s just me against tha world baby

With nothin ta lose
It′s just me against tha world baby
Me against tha world

Me against tha world

I got nothin′ ta lose
It′s just me against tha world baby

Heeeyyy

[tupac′s verse]

With all this extra stressin′
Tha question i wonder is after death
I feel my last breath
When will i finaly get to rest from this supression
They punish tha people that′s askin questions
And those that possess
Steal from tha ones without possesions
Tha message i stress
To make it stop
Study your lessons
Don′t settle for less
Even tha genius asks questions
Be gratifull for blessins
Don′t ever change
Keep your essense
Tha powers in tha people and tha politics we address
Always do your best
Don′t let this pressure make ya panic
And when ya get stranded
And things don′t go tha way ya planed it
Dreaming of richs
In a position of makin′ a difference
Polititions and hipocrites
They don′t wanna listen
If i′m insane
Then tha fame ain′t about ta change
It wasn′t nothin′ like tha game
It′s just me against tha world


Chorus
Me against tha world
Nothin ta lose
It′s just me against tha world baby

Me against tha world
Got me stuck in tha game
It′s just me against tha world
Ooohhhh

I′m outshining [???] tha news
It′s just me against tha world baby
Hahaha
Me against tha world
That′s right...
I know it seem hard someties, but uh...
Remember one thing
Through every dark night
There′s a bright day after that
So no matter how hard it get
Stick ya chest out
Keep ya head up
And handle it

Me against tha world
Me against tha world
Me against tha world
Fades...


@ 2pac

Текст песни:

The blind stares
of a million pairs of eyes
lookin′ hard but won′t realize
that they will never see
the P

(You must be goin′ blind)

Verse One: 2Pac

give me my money in stacks
and lace my bitches with 9 figures
real niggas fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
i′m cashin′
while they coughed up and weeded
open fire
now them niggas bleedin′
see me in flesh
and test
and get your chest blown
straight out tha west, don′t get blown
my adversaries cry like ho′s
open and shut like doors
is you a friend or foe ?
nigga you ain′t know ?
they got me stressed out on Death Row
i′ve seen money
but baby I got to gets mo′
you scream and go
′2Pac′
and I ain′t stopin′
till i′m well paid
bails paid
now nigga, look what hell made
visions of cops and sirens
niggas open fire
buncha Thug Life niggas on tha rise
until I die
ask me why i′m a Boss Playa gettin′ high
and when i′m rollin′ by
Niggas Can′t C Me

Chorus: George Clinton

The stares of a million pairs of eyes
and you′ll never realize
You can′t C Me..

Verse Two: 2Pac

Been getten worried that these square muthafuckers with nerves
sayin they can get with us
but picture me gettin′ served
My own mama say i′m thuged out
my shit be bumpin out tha record store
as if it was a drug house
my lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood
nigga what ?
It ain′t nothin but a party when we thug
and there I was
a young nigga with heart
ain′t had shit to loose
pullin′ my pistol on them fools
you know the rules
D-R-E you got me heated
my words like a penatentary dick
hittin′ bitches where it′s most needed
money and weed
Alazay and Hennesse
To my Thug niggas in lock down
witness me
bail on these ho′s in floss mode
tha life of a Boss Playa
fuck what ya thought tho′
my enemies deceased
die like a bitch
when my album hit tha streetz
Niggas Can′t C Me

Niggas Can′t C Me

Chorus: George Clinton

Which way did he go George
Which way did he go
Which way did he go
Which way did he go

Verse Three: 2Pac

You niggas made a mistake
you shoulda never put my rhymes with Dre
them Thug niggas have arrived and it′s Judgement Day
Hey Homie if ya feel me
Tell them tricks that shot me
that they missed
they ain′t killed me
I can make a muthafucker shake
rattle and roll
i′m full of liquor
thug nigga
quick to jab at them ho′s
and I can make ya jelous niggas famous
fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim is
i′m just a rich muthafucker from tha way
If this rappin′ bring me money
then i′m rappin′ till i′m paid
i′m getten green like i′m supposed to
Nigga, I holla at these ho′s
and see how many I can go through
Look to the star
and visualize my debut
niggas know me, playa
I gotta stay true
don′t be a dumb muthafucker
because it′s crazy after dark
where the true Thug niggas see ya heart
Niggas Can′t C Me....

Outro: 2Pac, George Clinton

(Yo, check this out, stay off his dick)

Niggas Can′t C Me
(Right before your eyes, i′ll disappear from here) You niggas Can′t C Me, hahah
(You Can′t C Me) I know it′s hard nigga, i′m all up in your face
But you still Can′t C Me
(You Can′t C Me) All up in your range, but niggas Can′t C Me
(20/20 vision won′t visualize) I′m in tha flesh baby, but you Can′t C Me
(All tho′ glasses won′t help you realize) You blinded
You blinded
You Can′t C Me
(You Can′t C Me)
Thug Life baby
Don′t believe everything you read
Alazay and weed (You Can′t C Me)
(Right before your very eyes, You won′t even visualize)
(You Can′t C Me)
Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac
Niggas can′t C Me, hahaha
I dedicate this, to you PUNK Muthafuckers hahaha
this ones for you big baby hahah
cause you bitch ass niggas Can′t C Me
Niggas Can′t C Me
(ooooww)
(ooooww)
(You Can′t C Me)
(See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil)
(You won′t C Me)
(First C Me, Now ya don′t)
(Wanna C Me, but ya won′t)
(Come to C Me, but ya Can′t)
(ooohhh, You Can′t C Me)
(You Can′t C Me)
(Right between your eyes, you′ll never realize)
(Right before your eyes, you won′t even realize)
(Visualize what you Can′t C)

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

[Woman talking from the point of the view of his gun]

Shit, you motha fuckin right
I′m the bitch that′s keepin it live and keepin it hot
When you punk ass niggas don′t
Nigga, west side
WHAT!
Bring it on

[Tupac]

Look for me
Lost in the world wind
96 Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend
Doin′ 85 when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin
Born as a ghetto child
Raised in this whirlwind

[Verse 1]

C′Mon
Our childhood years recall the tears
Heart laced with venom
Smokin Shern, drinkin malt liquor father forgive her
Me and my girlfriend
Must of fell in love with the struggle
Hands on the steering wheel
Bust! Watch me bail out and bust em
Fuck em all, watch em fall
Screamin
Automatic gunfire exorcising all demons
My posse off on the side.
My congregation high, ready to die
We bail out to take the jail back
Niggas unite
Our first date
Can′t wait to see you naked
Touching you in every secret place
I can hardly wait, to bust freely
Got you red hot, you so happy to see me
Made the front-page, primetime, live on TV
Nigga, my girlfriend
May be .45 but she still live
One shot
Making niggas heart beats stop

[Woman talking from the point of the view of his gun]

WHAT!
I′m bustin on you punk ass niggas
Run, nigga, run
I′m on your ass nigga
Run nigga
Duck and hide
I′m bustin on all you bitches
Run, nigga, yeah
West side
Uh, uh, uh
Die, nigga, die

[Verse continued]

My girlfriend blacker than the darkest night
When niggas act bitch made
She got the heart to fight
Nigga, my girlfriend
Though we separated at times
I knew deep inside baby girl ′ll always be mine
Picked you up when you was nine
Started out my life of crime with you
Bought you some shells when you turned .22
It′s true
Nothing compares to the satisfaction
That I feel when we out mashin′
Me and my girlfriend

[Chorus] 2x

All I need in this life of sin
Is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end
Just me and my girlfriend

[Verse 2]

I was too immature to understand your ways
Inexperienced back in the days
Caused so many arguments and strays
Now I realize how to treat cha
The secret to keep ya
Being faithful cause now cheating′s lethal
We closer than the hands of time
Deeper than the drive of mankind
I trust you dearly, I shoot blind
In time I clock figures
Dropping niggas as we rise
We all souljah′s in God eyes
Now it′s time for war
Never leave me waitin
I′m paranoid
Sleeping with you loaded by my bedside, crazy
Jealous when you hang wit the fellas
I wait patiently alone
Anticipated for the moment you come home
I′m waiting by the phone, this is true love, I can feel it
I′ve had a lot of women in my bed but you the realest
If you need me, call
I′ll be there through it all
You′re the reason I can stand tall
Me and my girlfriend



[Chorus] 2x

All I need in this life of sin
Is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end
Just me and my girlfriend

[Verse 3]

I love finger fucking you
All of a sudden I′m hearing thunder
When you bust a nut
Niggas be ducking or taking numbers
Love to watch you at a block party begging for drama
While unleashing on the old timers
That′s on my mama
I would trade my life for yours
Behind closed doors
The only girl that I adore
Everything I′m askin for
Talking to me, begging me to just take you around
17, like Brandy, you just wanna be down
Talkin loud when I tell you be quiet
You move a crowd
Bustin rounds, activating a riot
That′s why I love you
So no control, down to roll
Unleash
After I hit, you break apart
Then back to one piece
Much love to my one and only girlfriend
The world is ours
Just hold me down
Baby, witness the power
Never leave a nigga alone
I love you, black or chrome
Turn this house into a happy home
Me and my girlfriend

[Chorus] 3x

All I need in this life of sin
Is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end
Just me and my girlfriend

Lost in the whirlwind
96 Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend
Doing 85 when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin
Born as a ghetto child
Raised in the whirlwind
Look for me

Repeat 3x

MEET MY GIRLFRIEND!

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

You are appreciated
Verse One: 2Pac
When I was young me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I′d see her face
Ain′t a woman alive that could take my mama′s place
Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool
With the big boys, breakin all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddy′s, the same drama
When things went wrong we′d blame mama
I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin on my mama from a jail cell
And who′d think in elementary?
Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day
And runnin from the police, that′s right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, mama
You always was a black queen, mama
I finally understand
For a woman it ain′t easy tryin to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There′s no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

Chorus: Reggie Green & "Sweet Franklin" w/ 2Pac *

Lady...
Don′t cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
Dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don′t cha know we love ya?
* second and third chorus, "And dear mama" instead of "Dear mama"

Verse Two: 2Pac

Now ain′t nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn′t there
He passed away and I didn′t cry, cause my anger
Wouldn′t let me feel for a stranger
They say I′m wrong and I′m heartless, but all along
I was lookin for a father he was gone
I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really hangin
I needed money of my own so I started slangin
I ain′t guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good puttin money in your mailbox
I love payin rent when the rent′s due
I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
Cause when I was low you was there for me
And never left me alone because you cared for me
And I could see you comin home after work late
You′re in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate
Ya just workin with the scraps you was given
And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin
But now the road got rough, you′re alone
You′re tryin to raise two bad kids on your own
And there′s no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

Chorus:

Verse Three: 2Pac

Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I′m hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there′s no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act craaazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night there′s a brighter day
Everything will be alright if ya hold on
It′s a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there′s no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

Chorus

Sweet lady
And dear mama
Dear mama
Lady (3X)

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

[LT Hutton talking]
Uh oh, Uh oh, Oh!, Oh!, Oh!
They ain′t ready for this
LT Hutton
T.I.
Ashanti
It′s that new ′Pac y′all

[Chorus: Ashanti]
Pac′s life
(Everybody need′s to chill)
Everybody talking about Pac′s life
(It′s Tupac the king)
What do you know about Pac′s life
(What do you know? What do you know?)
(Only real niggas stay on top)
Everybody talking ′bout Pac′s life
(Outlawz)

[Verse One: Tupac]
Started with five shots, niggas plotting to kill him
Never figured that, that same nigga sell five million
Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits
Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits
Dodging cop cars look how we come so far
Picture a high school drop out
Rolling a double R
House full of happiness, weed and drank
Way out
So when trouble tried to find me can′t
Never visioned living longer than my twenty first
Thought I′d locked down, cracked out or in the dirt
And though it hurts to see the change
It comes with the fame
Watch them gossip in this silly game
To all the motherfucker′s speaking down on me this is the
night
Why′s everybody caught up In Pac′s life?
To all y′all niggas
Conversating on my life
Mind your motherfucking business

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: T.I]
I remember that
Ay
What′s happening Pac
Yeah I know we never to meet
But we know all the same people so we got to speak
You taught me first, fake nigga can′t stop a G
And all the shit you went through
Meant a lot to me
But when they locked you up for for nothing it was shame to
see you
We know the crack came and did the same thing to me
I get along with real niggas it′s the lane to be
Talking loud out of pocket tryna bang with me
And so I pull it out my pocket let it rain you see
Now they all in the court room blaming me
See we ain′t live the same life but represent the same
struggle
Power to the real niggas death to the sucker′s
Money over bitches, get to know ′em for you love ′em
Death before dishonour never talk to undercover′s
Live by the same rules so I minus the tattoo′s
With the same sort of dude with he same short fuse

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Tupac]
I want money in large amounts
My garage full of cars that bounce
Moving my tapes in major weight cause every dollar counts
Busters is jealous and half these niggas is punks
They running off at the mouth till I fill it up with my
pump
They jump my automatic keep ′em weary
While you fronting like you Billy Bad Ass
Nigga you scary
I been knowing you for years
We was high school peers
In Junior High
I was itching′ to kill
And you was, ′Ready To Die′
While you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at motherfucker′s in foreign places
Leaving no trace, they see my face and then they buried
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 motherfucker′s die
It′s not the way I wanna live
My nigga it′s how it is
Only real niggas stay on top

[Chorus]
Why are all you niggas all up in my shit?
Tell them motherfucker′s
Outlawz
Fuck all y′all


@ 2pac

Текст песни:

(Gun shots)

21 Gun Salute
One love, One love
One Nation
21 Gun Salute
All the time I′m ...

Hoping my true motherfuckas know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds
Up in the studio, gettin blow
To the truest shit I ever spoke

[Verse 1]

21 gun salute
Dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots
Disappeared in the crowd (Outlaw)
All you seen was troops
This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me
Talkin bout how he left the hospital took five like me
You living fantasies nigga
I reject your deposit
We shook Dre′s punk ass
Now we out of the closet
Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out
Next time grown folks talking, nigga close your mouths
Peep me
I take this war shit deeply
I seen too many real playas fall to let these bitch niggas beat me
Puffy
Lets be honest you a punk
You gonna see me with gloves
Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me being a Thug
Well you can tell the people you roll with whatever you want
But you and I know what′s going on (Don′t you)
Pay back
I knew you bitch niggas from way back
Witness me strapped with macs
Knew I wouldn′t play that
All you old rappers trying to advance
It′s all over now, take it like a man (Trick ass square)
Niggas looking like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick
Trying to playa hate on my shit
You eat a fat dick
Let it be known this is how you made me
Love it how I got you niggas crazy (nigga)
Against all odds

[Chorus]

Hoping my thug motherfuckas know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote (nigga)
Against all odds
Up in the studio, gettin blow (blow)
To the truest shit I ever spoke (ever spoke)
Against All Odds
Hoping my true motherfuckas know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote (wrote)

[Verse 2]

I heard he was light skinned, stocky
With a Haitian accent
Jewelry, fast cars and (say his name)
Known for flashing (what′s his name)
Listen while I take you back (nigga say his name)
And lace this rap
A real live tale, about a snitch named Haitian Jack
Knew he was working for the feds
Same crime different trail
Niggas picture what he said
And did I mention?
Promised a payback
Jimmy Henchmen
In due time
I knew you bitch niggas was listening
The world is mine (hey Nas)
Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up (I′m baack)
Heard the guns bust
But you tricks never shut me up
Touch one of mine, on everything I owe
I′ll destroy everything you touch
Play the game nigga
All out warfare
Eye for eye
Last words to a bitch nigga
Why you lie?
Now you gotta watch your back
Now, watch your front
Here we come gun shots to Tut
Now you stuck
Fuck the rap game nigga
This M.O.B
So believe me, we enemies
I go against all odds

[Chorus]

Hoping my true motherfuckas know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds
Up in the studio, gettin blow (blow)
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Against All Odds
Hoping my true motherfuckas know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote (you all know)

[Verse 3]

Puffy getting robbed like a bitch (bitch)
To hide that fact
He did some shit he shouldn′t have did so we ride em for that
And that nigga that was down for me
Rest his head
Switched sides
Guess his new friends wanted him dead
Probably be murdered for the shit that I said
I bring the real, be a legend, breathin′ or dead
Lord listen to me
God don′t like ugly It Was Written
Hey Nas
Your whole damn style is bitten (Rakim)
You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers
All my run-ins with authorities
Felonious capers
Now you want to live my life
So what′s the has-n-Nas?
Niggas that don′t rhyme right
You′ve seen too many movies
Load ′em up against the wall, close his eyes
Since you lie, you die, goodbye
Let the real life niggas hear the truth from me
What would you do if you was me (nigga)
Against all odds

[Chorus]

Hoping my true motherfuckas know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds
Up in the studio, gettin blow
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Against All Odds
Hoping my true motherfuckas know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds
Up in the studio, gettin blow
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Against All Odds

[Tupac Talking]

One love to my true thug niggas (Outlaw, Outlaw)
21 Gun Salute to my niggas that died in the lines of duty
Represent to the fullest and be a souljah
The military minds that play the rules of the game
21 Gun Salute
I salute you my niggas
Stay strong
I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you
It′s on for you
Cause all you bitch made niggas
Are coming for me
Against all odds
I don′t care who you fuck with
You touch me I′m at you
I know you motherfuckers don′t think I forgot
Hell na I ain′t forgot nigga
I just remember what you told me
You said don′t go to war till I got my money right
Now I got my money right
Now I want war

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

(feat. Hussein Fatal, Papoose & Carl Thomas)

[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this

[Verse 1: 2pac]
Murderous mind state,
Can′t keep my nine straight,
Sippin′ on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break,
Show up and muthafuckas bow down, recognize
Westside, Death Row, Outlaw, Ridaz,
Untouchable mob of pistol packers,
Well-known felons labeled for ′drug-selling merciless jackers′,
Forever buzz, roll with thugs and dogs,
Commence the letting off rounds, then escape in the fog,
Who wants to see me solo?
Catch Makaveli while he sleeping,
My mini fourteen murdering niggaz while they creepin, (Uh)
Duck cause you ass out,
Drink ′til you pass out,
Ain′t scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house,
Niggaz is under me,
They bitches come to me,
They heard the stories nigga, now they wanna really see,
Bomb First, my motto, it′s fully guaranteed,
Niggaz is playa haters, label them my enemies,
I′m dumpin′

[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this

[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
When it′s on, I′m poppin′ off every chance I get,
Out the window on some uptown anthem shit,
I′m stressin′, but ain′t no pressure, I been here before,
Fugitive taskforce at my girlfriends′ door,
Now they checkin′ in her bedroom, I ain′t there,
Forty Cals, extended clips, still I ain′t scared,
Outlaw, and best believe they won′t take me alive,
I′m different and I′mma prove it if it take me to die,
You think God had a plan for me?
But he won′t be layin′ up in my casket or doin′ life in the can for me,
Maybe I′m brazen or paranoid than a bitch,
Me dyin′, you think I′d let him see the joy from that shit?
Walking dead, angels spend their last days by me,
New Jersey Giant like Dave Tyree,
Young George or Jonathan Chat,
Your guns clap,
Mine will go ′br-r-r-r-att′,
Soldier like Geronimo Pratt,
And come through cockin′ tha black pound,
When they put the twin towers up, Pac, I′m knockin′ ′em back down,
Poster child,
Air Force Ones, with the checks,
I′m supposed to wild sex,
Money and murder is all I breathe in my life,
It′s full of judges and chasin′ enemies in the night,
Through the Henny, I see the eyes of the Devil,
He′s ridin′ with extra boxes of bullets and a nina and a shovel

[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this

[Verse 3: Papoose]
I always thought I′d have to die to do a record with Pac,
So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box,
You end up in the box ′cause them grave robbin′ bastards,
Dig your grave up and snatched you out the casket,
Worms in my eyes, eating through my cabbage,
The flesh to the bones,
The bones to the ashes,
But I′m not dead,
I′m actually in a session with the Pac Keeper, Sha Money, progressing,
They don′t really want no drama, I know they goons,
That′s why I keep pressure on ′em like a open wound,
This God given, he keep givin′ me better music,
So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement,
Y′all can′t kill me, y′all forever losin′,
Songs of evolution,
If I load your gun for you and we bang it out with some other niggas, you better shoot it,
Don′t try to lie and say you was bustin′, I′m clever, stupid,
Claimin′ you reppin′ Ruthless,
You got the same bullets you had when I loaded it for you, you never used it,
The Nasareema dream, get ready for execution,
Papoose, Fatal and Pac
The revolution

[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this

Young nation just trying to get this

Just trying to get this

@ 2pac