2PAC – The Government

Damn son, Niggas stay doing it to us son,
you gone son, Niggas think its a coincidence,
niggas be stopping us before we even get started,
This is under attack baby, we going to ride though, watch us son.

Some say the Government will watch me
But they can’t stop me
I’m droppin’ evil with the people as my posse

Some say the Government will watch me
But they can’t stop me
I’m droppin’ evil with the people as my posse

Yo uh yea, see the lying in my eyes when I’m coming for the get back,
big mac, cock gunfire, hot tires they burning, they got us all dieing and burning,
they lieing to destroy our earth, little birth diseases, 30 millionth church for Jesus
and still our young eating out cans, chiefing grams and weapons, I sold my first swam at seven,
A smidget after first grade, shirt sprayed with talents, you made us hurt make the balance.
Instead of preaching violence and fear, Silenced shares we moving, The evil go ahead a movement
Or share me the spiritual form, hear a song rebellion, we gathered up the strong and felons,
The youth and all the poverty strain and were all the poverty dwelling, The story that the pottery telling
You find all in potter’s field or the government files.

Some say the Government will watch me
But they can’t stop me
I’m droppin’ evil with the people as my posse

Some say the Government will watch me
But they can’t stop me
I’m droppin’ evil with the people as my posse

Some say the Government will watch me
But they can’t stop me
I’m droppin’ evil with the people as my posse

Some say the Government will watch me
But they can’t stop me
I’m droppin’ evil with the people as my posse

Dave Duke sure look cute in that black suit Oooohhh
But even cuter behind the barrel of my six shooter Oh
You look worried cause I ain’t burried
Punks leave in a hurry cause I throw flurries making mothafuckas, scurry
Come feel the flavor from my single
And brain cell’s tingle I’m feeling stronger than a fuckin mad Dingo
and uh How’s that for black history?
I stay strapped, and love to jack those that slang that crack misery Ha
Cause being a nigga means you love niggas
But how could you love niggas if you trying drug niggas?
You motherfuckas need your caps peeled
Cause when blacks kill blacks we stay trapped and thats, real
And we don’t need no more statistic’s
It’s time to get more realistic for the young the black and the gifted
And uh
Until my people get uplifted
There’s no popping shit, just popping clips instead of marching we gon’ rip
Shit.

Some say the Government will watch me
But they can’t stop me
I’m droppin’ evil with the people as my posse

Some say the Government will watch me
But they can’t stop me
I’m droppin’ evil with the people as my posse

Some say the Government will watch me
But they can’t stop me
I’m droppin’ evil with the people as my posse

Some say the Government will watch me
But they can’t stop me
I’m droppin’ evil with the people as my posse

yo whoever shot tupac amaru shakur
will forever be a dead man laying on the floor
revolutionary thug shit dieing for every young poor black mother in the middle of the ghetto
we never had a chance to appreciate life
the government got a plan to eliminate the life
of every black soul on the slavery land
and oppositions we abolishing a slavery plan, pay attention every serious political band
got a division full of killers imperial scams
they wanna kill us all off and incarcerate the family of anyone opposing the war
They want us all to appreciate death and believe up in the white god praying to the heavens above.
Ima never let a devil come separate the adamic covenant, The potter’s field criminals coming for the government.

2PAC – Until The End Of Time

[2Pac]
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood I missed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be through the misery that came to pass
The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency
But you could run to me when you need me, I’ll never leave
I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see
It’s a small thing through and true
What could I do? Real homies help ya get through,
And coming new, he’d do the same thing if he could
Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
And half the time we be acting up call the cops
Bringing the cease to the peace that was on my block
It never stop, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her yeah, but it’s clear I’ll always be the same
Until the end of time

[Chorus: RL]
So take, these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away, until the end of time
Until the end of time
Until the end of time

[2Pac]
Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister’s kids
So you know I don’t hang around the house much
This all night money making got me outta touch, shit
Ain’t flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto child
My attitude got me walking solo
Ride out alone in my low-low
Watching the whole world move in slow-mo
For quiet times disappear listen to the ocean
Smoking Ports think my thoughts
Then it’s back to coasting
Who can I trust in this cold world
My phony homey had a baby by my own girl
But I ain’t trippin I’m a player I ain’t sweating him
I sexed his sister, had her mo’ good like a Mexican
His next of kin, No remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping
Until the end of time

[Chorus x2]

[2Pac]
Now who’s to say if I was right or wrong?
To live my life as an outlaw all along
Remain strong in this planet full of player haters
They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in the end drinking Hennessey made all my enemies envy me
So cold when I flow eliminating easily
Fall to their knees, they plead for their right to breath
While beggin me to keep the peace (ha ha)
Well I can see close into achieve
In times of danger don’t freeze time to be a g
Follow my lead I supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the training to make a g
Remember me, as an outcast outlaw
Another album out that’s what I’m about, more
Gettin raw till the day I see my casket
Buried as a g while the whole world remembers me
Until the end of time

[Chorus]

If an angel comes down
And takes me away
The memories of me
And my songs
Will always stay
Till they can find
(Until The End of Time)
Until the end of time
Till the end of time

2PAC – Tha Lunatic

[Tupac]
Ohh shit! Jumped on my man’s dick
Heard he had a twelve inch, now the bitch is lovesick
Who’s to blame, the guy or the groupie?
Heard I was down with D.U., now she wants to do me
Oooh-wee! This is the life
New bitch every night, never tripped off a wife
It ain’t right, but it’s cool how they come quick
Don’t try to flip with the lip cause I run shit
Hip hip, hooray for the AK
Spray when I lay competition, what a great day
Make pay, next is the wet sex
Hexed with the vex now they wreck with the complex
I’m set, wonder what I tote, check
Bloody as a coat-check, snappin motherfuckers necks
Revenge so sweet when it comes from
niggaz get done with the drum, watch my foes run
Nigga keeps comin when they can’t slip
Full of that shit, another hit from Tha’ Lunatic

[Stretch]
Yeah, fuck that God! Word up
Blowin niggaz out the motherfuckin frame yaknahmsayin?
Constantly.. fuck that trick, we ain’t havin it

[Tupac]
Leave me the fuck alone, you gets none of this
It’s suicidal, you lose your title like Doug-las
Cause I’m nothin nice and, I’m icin like Tyson
I’m grippin the mic and, my DJ is slicin
I’m tired of motherfuckers steppin to me with the SAME OLD
Tryin to do me like Nintendo
How the fuck you think I ever got this far?
By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star
Cause I’m out to show, that I’m a dope MC
Think crack had you fiendin, wait’ll they get a load of me
Bitches on my dick, like a motherfuckin ‘conda
Niggaz wanna flip, let em step, and I’ll bomb em
See somethin you want, why don’t you come and get it
And then get waxed and taxed, like the government
Then I leave you sittin there, wonder where your money went
While your bitch is callin me, tellin me to come again
Nigga I’m loc’ed, when I smoke, from the indo
But we can be friends though, after you get broke like a window
That’s what you provoked, and now you’re smoked out
Lookin like a bitch, cause your whole fuckin posse, broke out
Punk motherfucker couldn’t roll on
He couldn’t hold on, game is too strong, nigga
Leave me the fuck alone, you gets none of this
Feel the wrath.. and revenge of Tha’ Lunatic

[Stretch]
Yeah Tu’, tell them motherfuckers, word up
We ain’t havin it, NONE of that shit!!
Bitch ass niggaz, niggaz can’t fuck with us Tu’, word up
Ninety-one, we takin this WHOLE motherfucker over
Niggaz got PROBLEMS in ninety-one
Ninety-two, and ninety-three
and all that other shit, word up!

[Tupac]
Recognize game when it smacks your bitch I’m back to rip
Puttin this on the map with this mackin shit
Time will tell if it’s made well
Well I raise hell and excel cause it pays well
Jordan couldn’t dunk it any harder, pump it any farther
I’m funky, that’s word to the father
Act like you know ‘fore I thump, the bolo
Thought you was a pimp, now you’re simpin for my solo
Oh no, not another new jack, swearin that he’s ruthless
Ducked, and now he’s fucked and left toothless
I can hear the fear in your flow, you ain’t prepared
You’re scared and you’re bound to go
It’s somethin, I guess I let the beat keep bumpin
Stop trippin off these niggaz cause they ain’t about nuttin
Or should I say NAYthin
Punk put my tape in, fuck all the fake-in
I’m sick of the bullshit
Come equipped and get ready to rip
or get the dick of Tha’ Lunatic

[Stretch]
Ahhhh yeah! FUCK THAT! (the motherfuckin lunatic)
YouknowhatI’msayin? Yes Tu’!
Tell them niggaz what time it is knahmsayin?
(punk motherfuckers, get the dick of the lunatic)
Niggaz can’t fuck with us, word up
Bitch ass niggaz, FUCK EM!

[Tupac]
Fuck all them niggaz
I’m tellin these niggaz that they ain’t got..
NAYthin on a nigga like me
We squashin these punk motherfuckers in ninety-one
ninety-two ninety-three.. and SO on
So let the beat FLOAT on
While I spray these PUNK BITCHES
with these dope ass lyrics
Thanks to Poppa for supplyin the DANK
Now it’s money in the BANK
And all y’all niggaz shit STANK
compared to this shit..

Fuck y’all punk bitches!
Tha’ Lunatic [ echoes to fade ]

2PAC – Unconditional Love

(What y’all want?)
Unconditional Love (no doubt)
Talking bout the stuff that don’t wear off
It don’t fade
It’ll last for all these crazy days
These crazy nights
Whether you wrong or you right
I’m a still love you
Still feel you
Still there for you
No matter what (hehe)
You will always be in my heart
With unconditional love

[Verse One:]

Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings
All my peers doing years beyond drug dealing
How many caskets can we witness
Before we see it’s hard to live
This life without God, so we must ask forgiveness
Ask mama why i got this urge to die
Witness the tears falling free from my eyes
Before she could reply
Though we were born without a silver spoon
My broken down TV, show cartoons in my living room (hey)
One day I hope to make it
A player in this game
Mama don’t cry, long as we try
Maybe things change
Perhaps it’s just a fantasy
A life where we don’t need no welfare
Shit with our whole family
Maybe it’s me that caused it
The fighting and the hurting
In my room crying cause I didn’t want to be a burden
Watch mama open up her arms to hug me
And I ain’t worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

[Chorus: 2x]

In this game the lesson’s in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future’s still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love

[Verse Two:]

Just got the message you’ve been calling all week
Been out here hustling on these streets, ain’t had a chance to speak
But you know, with you and me it’s on G
We could never be enemies, cause you been such a good friend to me
Where would I be without my dogs
No wonder why when times get hard
Cause it ain’t easy being who we are
Driven by my ambitions, desire higher positions
So I proceed to make Gs, eternally in my mission
Is to be more than just a rap musician
The elevation of today’s generation
If could make ‘em listen
Prison ain’t what we need, no longer stuck in greed
Time to play and strategize, my family’s gotta eat
When we make somethin out of nothing
No pleasure in the suffering, neighborhood would be good
If they could cut out all the busting
The liquor and the weed the cussing
Sending love out to my block
The struggle never stops (unconditional love)

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

I’ll probably never understand ya ways
With everyday I swear I hear ya
Trying to change your ways while gettin paid at the same time
Just had a baby with the same eyes
Something inside, please let me die these are strange times
How come I never made it
Maybe it’s the way the played it in my heart
I knew one day I gotta be a star
My hopes and all my wishes
So many vivid pictures, and all the currency
I’ll never even get to see
This fast life soon shatters
Cause after all the lights and screams
Nothing but my dreams matter
Hoping for better days
Maybe a peaceful night, baby don’t cry
Cause everythang gonna be alright
Just lay your head on my shoulder
Don’t worry bout a thang baby
Girl I’m a soldier (huh)
Never treated me bad, no matter who I was
You still came with that, unconditional love

[Chorus 3x until fade]

2PAC – Pain

[Voice sample from Star Trek V:]
I couldn’t help but notice your pain
(My pain?)
It runs deep
Share it with me!

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
They’ll never take me alive, I’m gettin’ high with my four-five
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin’ ruckus on the back of the bus
I was a fool all through high school kickin’ up dust
But now I’m labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame?
Smokin’ weed helped me take away the pain
So I’m hopeless rollin’ down the freeway swervin, don’t worry
I’m about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin’ family, what else could I do
But be a thug
Out slangin’ with the homies
Fuck hangin’ with them phonies in the club
Got my mind on danger
Never been a stranger to homicide
My cities full of gang bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain’t goin back to court
So fuck what you thought I’m drinkin’ hennessey
Runnin from my enemies will I live to be 23
There’s so much pain

[Chorus]
Ohhhh…
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhhh…
Tired of the Strain and the Pain

[Verse 2: Stretch]
Years and years of that rough life
Runnin crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a knife
And livin trifed on the regular
Buckin out competitors
See a faker move and chase them down like the fuckin predator
Get in trouble everyday in school
Act a fool
And you know I had to break every rule
Showin off for the bitches cause I had the mad rep
So I had to watch my back when it was time to step
But my [?] grimiest with love for me
Pop, pop, pop
And send a sucka up above for me
Aiyyo currency kept passing me by, but I didn’t cry
Broke and head off with the pack and started sellin coke
And now the money’s looking lovely
Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rub me
Kick ‘em the game
It’s all the same
I kick it back yo
Give ‘em slack yo
And now they label me the mack yo
People check it
Get disrespected if you front the the birdman
You heard man
Catch a couple shots from the glock in my hand
Damn! At least I’m realistic with my biscuit
You know you get your ass twisted so run for cover
Me and my man got a plan kickin’ major dust
So if your on nigga look for the gauge to bust
A lot of pressure with the street fame
It’s a deep game
And my mama always cryin’
Yo there’s so much pain

[Chorus]

Ohhhh…
Ohhhh…

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
They got me mobbin like I’m
Loc’ed and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin’ gloves on
I ain’t scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
Trust, I got my glock cocked playa if they press me
Bust on motherfuckers with a – paaassion
Better duck cause I ain’t lookin when I’m – blaaastin
I’m a nuttin drinkin Hennessey and gettin’ high
On the lookout for my enemies, don’t wanna die
Tell me why cause this stress is gettin’ major
A buck-fifty across the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I’m dead and gone
Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
These sorry bastards
Want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see
And everyday it just a struggle
Steady thuggin’ in the streets
And I’ll be ballin’ loc
Don’t let ‘em make you worry
Keep swingin’ at these suckas till you buried
I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta,
With a mother on drugs
I’m kickin dust up
Ready to bust
I’m on the scene steady muggin’ mean
Until they kill me
I’ll be livin this life
I know you feel me
There’s so much pain

[Chorus]
Ohhh…
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh…
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh…
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh…
Tired of the Strain and the Pain

Ohhhhhh…

2PAC – So Many Tears

I shall not fear no man but God
Though I walk through the valley of death
I shed so many tears (if I should die before I wake)
Please God walk with me (grab a nigga and take me to Heaven)

Back in elementary, I thrived on misery
Left me alone I grew up amongst a dyin breed
Inside my mind couldn’t find a place to rest
until I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest
Tell me can you feel me? I’m not livin in the past, you wanna last
Be tha first to blast, remember Kato
No longer with us he’s deceased
Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets
Now rest in peace
Is there heaven for a G? Remember me
So many homies in the cemetery, shed so many tears

Ahh, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears..
Lord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears

Now that I’m strugglin in this business, by any means
Label me greedy gettin green, but seldom seen
And fuck the world cause I’m cursed, I’m havin visions
of leavin here in a hearse, God can you feel me?
Take me away from all the pressure, and all the pain
Show me some happiness again, I’m goin blind
I spend my time in this cell, ain’t livin well
I know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail?
My life is in denial, and when I die,
baptized in eternal fire I’ll shed so many tears

Lord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears..
Lord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears

Now I’m lost and I’m weary, so many tears
I’m suicidal, so don’t stand near me
My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer
to embrace an early death, now there’s nothin left
There was no mercy on the streets, I couldn’t rest
I’m barely standin, bout to go to pieces, screamin peace
And though my soul was deleted, I couldn’t see it
I had my mind full of demons tryin to break free
They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin the flame
inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game
No memories, just a misery
Paintin a picture of my enemies killin me, in my sleep
Will I survive til the mo’nin, to see the sun
Please Lord forgive me for my sins, cause here I come…

Lord, I suffered through the years (God) and shed so many tears..
God, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears

Lord knows I.. tried, been a witness to homicide
Seen drivebys takin lives, little kids die
Wonder why as I walk by
Broken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin high
This ain’t the life for me, I wanna change
But ain’t no future right for me, I’m stuck in the game
I’m trapped inside a maze
See this Tanqueray influenced me to gettin crazy
Disillusioned lately, I’ve been really wantin babies
so I could see a part of me that wasn’t always shady
Don’t trust my lady, cause she’s a product of this poison
I’m hearin noises, think she fuckin all my boys, can’t take no more
I’m fallin to the floor; beggin for the Lord to let me in
to Heaven’s door — shed so many tears
(Dear God, please let me in)

Lord, I’ve lost so many years, and shed so many tears..
I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears
Lord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears..
God, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears

2PAC – Str8 Ballin

I would share the definition of balling
with you white folks but now…
the game is to be sold not told
so fuck you.

[Tupac]

I’m up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.
Little bad motherfucker with a pocket full of rocks.
And I’m totin’ these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked.
And niggas laugh, ’til the first motherfucker got blasted.
I put the nigga in his casket,
Now they coverin’ the bastard in plastic.
I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts.
I’m tryin’ to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.
And gettin’ lost on the five-o, fuck them hos.
Got a 45 screamin’ about survival.
Hey nigga can I lay low? Cook some yay-yo.
Hollar “one-time” when I say so.
Don’t want to go to the pen, I’m hittin’ fences.
Narcs on a nigga’s back, missin’ me by inches.
And they say how do you survive weighin’ 165
In a city where the skinny niggas die?
Tell Mama don’t cry.
Even when they kill me,
They can never take the game from a young G.
I’m st8 ballin’!

St8 ballin’!

Still on parole and I’m the first nigga servin’
pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it.
But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin’.
It’s kinda boomin’ and today I’ll make a killin’.
Dressin’ down like a villian’, but only on the block.
It’s a clever disguise to keep me runnin’ from the cops.
Ha, I’m gettin’ high. I think I’ll die if I don’t get no ends.
I’m in a bucket with ‘em ridin’ it like it’s a Benz.
I hit the strip let my music bump,
Drinkin’ liquor, and I’m lookin’ for some hoes to fuck.
Rather die makin’ money than live poor and legal
As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo.
A need money in a major way.
Time to fuck my BEACH! Hey! And gettin’ paid
You other motherfuckers callin’,
But me and my motherfucking thug niggas,
We st8 ballin’!!

St8 ballin’!

Damned if I don’t, and damned if a nigga do.
So watch a young motherfucker pull a trigger just to RAISE UP!
But don’t let them see you cry, dry your eyes
Young nigga time to do or die.
I keep a pistol in my pocket,
Ready on my block.
Ain’t no time for a nigga to even cock shit.
And now they see that motherfucker beat pain,
At point blank range ’cause he slept on the game.
Ain’t a damned thing changed
Shakin’ the dice, now roll ‘em,
If you can’t stand pain better hold ‘em.
‘Cause ain’t no tellin’ what you might roll.
You might go catch AIDS from a slight cold. Nigga.
Better live your life to the fullest,
You’re ’bout to kill a fool, got a pistol motherfucker better pull it.
‘Cause even when they kill me,
they can never take the game from a young G.
We st8 ballin’!

We st8 ballin’!

To my niggas in the penitentiary,
Locked up like a motherfucker when they mention me.
‘Cause you’re fuckin’ with the realest motherfucker ever born,
And once again it’s on,
I’m bustin’ on these bitches till they’re gone.
Who the hell can you get to stop me?
I’m in the projects, parlaying with my posse.
I keep my glock cocked
I need it ’cause they’re all shady.
I finally made it
now these jealous bitches tryin’ to FADE me!
I ain’t goin’ out I’d rather blast back.
I’m on the corner with my niggas watchin’ cash stack.
And I came up a long way from food stamps.
And takin’ shit from the low-life ghetto tramps.
Could you blame me if they sweat me I’m gonna open fire?
What could I do? Pull my trigger or watch my nigga die.
I’m representin’ to the fullest givin’ devil slugs.
I’m on the block slangin’ drugs with the young thugs.
And motherfucker, we be ballin’!
All motherfucking day long, stay strong!
We st8 ballin’.

2PAC – Made Niggaz

[2Pac:]
No man seperate what we create
Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin’ worldwide mob figures
Death Row at it’s finest!
M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin’ life
Motherfuckin’ made niggaz
We comin after these niggaz, worldwide
Feel me! Makaveli the Don

My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin’ from my lack of gettin love
Ain’t nobody tell me shit, ’til I got a sack of drugs
Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?
World do ya hear me? Catch a risin’ star
Fuck the love, niggaz fear me
Got these niggaz runnin’ all wild from my double-I
When we ride motherfuckers is sho’ to die
Boom once I enter the room, in the air
All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz scared
They don’t wanna see me head on…
Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone
Call a grave digga, fuckin’ with a made nigga, M.O.B.
Gunfire gettin’ sprayed quicker…
Fuck ‘em all let ‘em understand my plot to get richer
Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin’ made nigga
(Can you feel me?)
A motherfuckin’ made nigga…
I got a plot to get richer, take my picture
A made nigga

[Napolean:]
Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat
My role model was killin’ niggaz so I know, I would never be weak
They got me sittin’ wonderin’, where my life begins
These niggaz crossed my father, then my father crossed them
Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz
And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz
Niggaz don’t like us because they bitches straight love us
The President told us to leave, cause the government don’t want us
It’s Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin
And seein blood spill ain’t shit cause I seen it at the beginnin’
A made nigga

[Fatal Hussein:]
How many niggaz fall in ya vision?
Gunnin ‘em down for every last minute that I spent in prison
We mash together, plus we get cash together
Blast whenever knowin’ it don’t last forever
It’s only one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men
We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the roof off them groups like [?] Rachmel Raouf [?]
I can’t be touched cause of the weapons I clutch
And the niggaz that I’m under, is just too much
We made niggaz

[E.D.I. Mean:]
Picture the scenery cause for now you gonna have to imagine
Call me a prophet cause I predicted what’s gonna happen
I began the paper, stackin at those
Who be paper snatchin’, will emerge like crack in the 80′s
Baby, maybe, that’s if I slip
But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin
Born July, 7th a few shed eyes
Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish
But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game
Made for war, my aim is simple and plain
Yeah, whether it’s ‘caine, or these tracks made for your brain
You’ll forever know my name, Edi a made nigga

[Kastro:]
I ain’t count the line, my strap, my head,
There will be none of that
The young hog Kato playin’ Outlaw Immortal combat
With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga
Til he still and chill, recognize the real deal
Feel – a nigga made when I was young and dumb
With a gun but it pays so I’m bustin’ for fun
And the outcome will be the same every time
We all gon’ die, get yours cause I’m a get mine

[Khadafi:]
Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan’s of this rough shit
Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public
With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw
Thug nigga to the core
The results of livin’ poor, got me thinkin’ on a made level
Shootin’ my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil
Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year
Made niggaz on ya motherfuckin’ team, I’m a made nigga

[2Pac:]
Ha ha ha… Call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily
Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli
Gettin’ lessons from niggaz at penitentiaries
Game, when applied help me survive several centuries
Lock me in a cage I’ll display my rage
Surround the court buildin’ with the gauge and spray
They wonder if I’ll go when I’m finally sentenced
On my knees to God, beggin for repentence
I’m convinced, that I’m a thug
They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs
Diss Kidada and I’ll kidnap your daughter
Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order
Makaveli the Don, til I’m gone, I maintain
My army of lunatics that stay armed
Til the day I die, I’ll be remembered as a paid nigga
Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin’ made nigga

[2Pac:]
Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha
Get into the mind of a made nigga
I can’t be touched
My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?
Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M.
I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream
Come and see, to see a made nigga
Outlawz… Makaveli The Don
Hussein Fatal, E.D.I. Mean, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi…
Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggaz on the streets
The motherfuckin’ made Niggaz
All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his niggaz
You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Young Gotti… (Hahaha, Westside made niggaz BEOTCH!)

2PAC – Krazy

Hand me a cigarette DAWG! [inhales]
They got me feelin crazier than a motherfucker
I got Bad Ass in this motherfucker
Makaveli the Don, representin the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin’ the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it

[overlapping the Intro]
Time goes by
.. puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got a nigga goin cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy

[Chorus]
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin’ that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy

(Tell ‘em bout it)

[2Pac]
Last year was a hard one, but life goes on
Hold my head against the wall learnin right from wrong
They say my ghetto intrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can’t see the misery in which they live
Blame me, for the outcome, ban my records – check it
Don’t have to bump this but please respect it
I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us
Turned into a plus, now they stuck livin blinded
Hennesey got me feelin bad, time to stop drinkin
Rollin, in my drop-top Jag, what’s that cops thinkin?
Sittin in my car, watch the stars and smoke
I came a long way but still I got so far to go
Dear mama, don’t worry; I’ma watch for snakes
Tell Setchu, that I love her, but it’s hard to take
I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak – all I heard was

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

(One, two, three, four)

[2Pac]
I see bloods and crips runnin’ up the hill
Lookin for a better wayyyyyy..
My brothers and sisters it’s time to build
’cause even thug niggaz prayyyyyy..
Hopin’ God hear me,
I entered the game;
look how much I changed
I’m no longer innocent – casualties of fame
Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places
And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama’s face
when I gave her the keys to her own house, this your land
Your only son done became a man
Watchin time fly; I love my people do or die
But I wonder why, we scared to let each other fly
June 1-6, ’7-1, the day
mama pushed me out her womb, told me, “Nigga get paid.”
No one can understand me – the black sheep
Outcasted from my family, now packin heat
I run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say, c’mon..

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Bad Ass]
God help me out here, cause I’m posessed
I need the root of all evil for my stress
Cause money’s like a stong prescription drug, it’s got me addicted
to the pleasure and the pain it inflicted
Somethin bout the paper wit the pictures of the president’s, head
Damn, it’s like a motherfuckin plague that spread
It’s epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worse
I keep my head on straight, makin money cause it’s cursed
Makin money makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay
paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin’ to live
No matter how hard you try to see death, you gotta die
A lot of my, peers didn’t make it to the years to come
Did life do ‘em right, or did life leave ‘em dumb
Who has the answers? I wonder; I turn to my elders
They aged and experienced, but they can’t even tell them
or tell me, that there’ll be light at the end of the road
(Why?) Cause they don’t even know
A million thangs run through my mind..
You ain’t gotta be in jail to be doin time..

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Chorus repeats while Tupac speaks below]

[2Pac]
I’m feelin’ fucked up in this bitch.
I smoked half a ounce to the head
Chocolate tye, indo, Hawaiian, lambsbread, buddha, all that shit
I’m fucked up in this motherfucker, and Hennesey don’t help
and Hennesey don’t help – Thug Passion in this muh’fucker
Makaveli the Don puttin it down to the fullest, maximum overload
3 Day Theory – Killuminati to your body
with the impact of a 12 gauge shotty
Double-I slugs, no love, straight thugs

One time for my niggaz in the jail cell
(One time for my niggaz locked up)
One time for my niggaz doin life in hell
(One time for my niggaz and shit, one time)
One time for my niggaz in the jail cell
(One time)
One time for my niggaz doin life in hell
(One time for my niggaz locked down)
One time for my niggaz in the jail cell
(For my niggaz locked up, one time)
One time for my niggaz on Death Row
(One time for my niggaz on the Row)
For my niggaz on Death Row
One time for my niggaz livin, broke
(Westside, California style, L.A.!)
One time for my niggaz livin, broke
(You know what time it is, no doubt)
One time for my niggaz in the.. jail cell
(Get high, puffin on lye, wonder if it get me high)
(Yeah, yeah, crazy..)

2PAC – Lastonesleft

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 swerving
Packed in a suburban, screaming outlaw running 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, trading convo
Living like a Don in my own mind
Signal Kadafi, nigga watch me with the chrome nine
All the time drinking champagne
Walk through the crowd let the tramps hang
Niggas player hate but do a damn thing
Picture me doing eighty down a one way
Stuck in the trunk, caught with gun play
So I gotta keep my eyes open
Getting high, wonder why we gotta die smoking
My alibi, I’m victory
Like them other vile men I’m marked for death
Spending my nights like it’s the last one left
I’m an outlaw

[Chorus:]
Am I wrong, wanna get it goin on
Last to leave, till I see everybody’s gone
I’m at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor or
Puffin on a sweet swisher I’m the last one left
Tell me am I wrong, I wanna get it going on
Last to leave until I see everybody’s gone
I’m at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor or
Puffin on a sweet swisher, guess I’m the last one left

[Napoleon]
I got my back against the wall
Gat chilling 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
Feeling like I took some Henne
It ain’t easy I’m trying 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 would’ve known the zone inside my own dome
Fresh outs jail it was hell but I’m probably home
Looking for niggas that was roofing that shit when I was locked back
Hands on the pump, make ‘em jump when its cocked back
Fuck ‘em all they’re bitches inside a world of weak
Bitch niggas be afraid to speak
We’re 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 everybody’s gone
At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor or
Puffin on a sweet swisher like I’m the last one left
Am I wrong, wanna get it going on
Last to leave till I see everybody’s gone
At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor or
Puffin on a sweet swisher, last one left
Am I wrong, wanna get it going on
Last to leave till I see everybody’s gone
At the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor of (Yeah)
Puffin on a sweet swisher, I’m the last one left

[Kastro]
I eat and sleep the worst shit, turfs and birth
Me and my team super supreme putting in work
I’m passed out, drunk as a fuck, till it hurt
And I call earl screaming fuck the world
I got a bitch on the side wanna be my wife
And wify even wanna know if she’s gonna see me tonight
And I know it ain’t right, but it’s the life I got
And that’s until I see Yak
And that’s 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

2PAC – Life So Hard

Ma-ah-an, it ain’t easy
They got me goin cold-hearted
Probation, violation, incarceration
Frustration, you know
Fuck that, nigga damn near bouts to start basin
It’s hard! Hard on a nigga
[Coughing]
Hard on a nigga (yeah it is, yeah it is)
[Whispered] Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Watch out nigga!

[Chorus: x2]
Now tell me do you see
Life’s so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G
[Chorus x2 throughout: Tupac]
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
Whassup man? Always listen to that shit?
That ole criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me

[Verse 1:]
Travel through my mind am I blind it’s a shame
Young niggaz gettin murdered straight took out the game
As I sit here puffin on a cigarette
Gotta be ready, never know who’s plottin on a niggaz death
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck muhfucker ‘fore I buck mine
It’s gettin crazy and everybody’s strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but nam motherfucker down to watch my back
These are the bitch made niggaz, you been played nigga
While you starvin and broke they pullin six figures
Oooh, what can you do
When you can’t trust your crew, time to bust out the twenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I’m sippin
On this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me?
Heyyy, I have no remorse
As I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I’m a pull it
On the first muhfucker that can outrun a bullet
These some Thug Life niggaz, them done like triggers
Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like bitches
Now my riches is gettin hoe-zone, it’s on
Fuck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let’s bone
I’m a take her to my hideout, cause I’m smokin that spinach
And stayin strong to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry baby
But I gotta call my homey see what he say
I ain’t got no time, I gotta get mine
I keep my mind on my loot, I’ll shoot everytime
And ain’t no way I’m a let bitch made nigga worry me
Catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me
Hell nah nigga have to plug me twice
Ain’t no slippin when you Thug for Life, motherfucker can you see?

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
Never bow down let these other bitches crawl
I’m a Thug motherfucker and these Thugs only ball
Ain’t no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave
I’m a muhfuckin fool, but I choose to get paid
Now my pockets gettin empty, and I’m panicked in a fright
Me and my bitch named Nina are fiendin tonight
Ain’t nobody livin safe, got a Glock, and I’m stressin
All I want is my muhfuckin money, ain’t no question
Don’t try to stall little trick, cause we hit
So bring in the scissors and get to clippin that dick
I’d rather die young than die old and broke
That’s why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke
My memories as a youngsta, hangin with the homies
But now I’m doin bad and them bitches don’t know me (Who? Who?)
But playa haters can’t fade me (Why?)
Cause this is Thug Life nigga and we’re crazy, tell me do you see?

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 4:]
Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain’t no stranger to cop cars
Gettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don’t drop my guards
My life is hectic my homies send mail from jail
Niggaz in Hell got some horrible stories to tell
I’m catchin cases and still tryin to stack a grip
The IRS is tryin to stress off a niggaz shit
A young nigga never had a prayer to prevail
And all my peers doin years locked up in jail
What can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew
And creep around with them Dogg Pound niggaz too
And now we rich ain’t no bitch than can touch us
And it’s a trip, how we clown, when we fuck sluts
Bust nuts then I cut, that’s my new thang
And motherfuckers got on do-rags

[Chorus x2]

Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherfuckin get paid
Nigga can work for his money all motherfuckin day and
Still never see a piece of it, you understand me?
It’s not about the nice guy
It’s bout the hardworkin motherfuckin Thug nigga
If you ain’t a Thug nigga, you ain’t really doin nothin
[Chorus repeats in background]
You ain’t really makin nothin
These motherfuckin po-po’s and these pink folks
Got it all locked up for us to fail
See how they did O.J., and they doin niggaz like that all day
So if you don’t watch your motherfuckin stack
Believe me, this could be your last breath…

[Chorus x2: to fade]

2PAC – I Don’t Give A Fuck

I don’t give a fuck
They done push me to the limit I’m all in
I might blow up any minute, did it again
Now I’m in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops bragging about the nigga he’s jackin
I see no justice
All I see is niggas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hurst past
Just another day in the life ‘G’
Gotta step lightly cause cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don’t wanna stop at the brother man
But then they’ll have an accident and pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my cheque
I get more respect from the mother-fuckin’ dope man
The Grammy’s and the American music shows pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shit
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down
Just can’t understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they’re be days like this
But I’m pissed cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a nigga take
I ain’t goin’ nowhere no how
What you wanna throw down
Better bring your guns pal
Cause this is the day we make ‘em pay
Fuck bailin’ hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me down
There’ll be another nigga bigger
from the mother-fuckin’ underground
So step but you better step quick
Cause the clocks goin’ tick and I’m sick of the bullshit
You’re watching the makings of a physco-path
The truth didn’t last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who’s that behind the trigger?
Who’d do your figure!?
A mother-fuckin night nigga
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough and I don’t give a fuck

Niggas!, isn’t just the blacks
also a gang of mother-fuckers dressed in blue slacks
They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty
Tell me, who’s the biggest gang of niggas in the city
They say niggas like to do niggas,
Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas
A street walkin’ nigga and a beat walkin’ nigga with a badge
I had to shoot you and the pass for the blast take his cash
And bash his head in dump him at the dead in
And that’s just his luck
Cause a nigga like me
don’t really give a fuck

Walked in the store what’s everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a mother fucker wearing black
Following a nigga and shit
Ain’t this a bitch
All I wanted was some chips
I wanna take my business else where
But where?
Cause who in the hell cares
About a black man with a black need
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if knows that my income is more than
His pension, salary and then some
Your daughter is my number one fan
And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man
So who’s the mac in fact who’s the black jack
Sit back and get fat off the fat cat
while he thinks that he’s getting over
I bust a move as smooth as Casanova
And count another quick meal
I’m getting paid for my traid but its still real
And if you look between the lines you’ll find a rhyme
AS strong as a fuckin’ nine
Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up
Let’s put the gats up and throw your backs up
But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot
Usta come but he’s done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep your heads up
They know we fed up
But we they just don’t give a fuck

They just don’t give a fuck

I gotta give my fuck offs

Fuck you to the San Francisco police department
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department
Fuck you to the F.B.I
Fuck you to the C.I.A
Fuck you to the B-u-s-h
Fuck you to the America
Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mother fuckers
And fuck you
Fuck Y’all
Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards
2pacalypse mother fuckin’ know
Y’all can kiss my ass and suck my dick
And my uncle Tommy’s balls
Fuck Y’all
Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks

2PAC – I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto

[Chorus:] I wonder if heaven got a ghetto [4X]

I was raised, the little young nigga doin bad shit
Talk much shit cause I never had shit
I could remember being whupped in class
And if I didn’t pass mama whupped my ass
Was it my fault papa didn’t plan it out
Broke out left me to be the man of the house
I couldn’t take it, had to make a profit
Down the block, got a glock, and I clock grip
Makin G’s was my mission
Movin enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and
why must I sock a fella, just to live large like Rockefeller
First you didn’t give a fuck, but you’re learnin now
If you don’t respect the town then we’ll burn you down
God damn it’s a motherfuckin riot
Black people only hate police so don’t try it
If you’re not from the town then don’t pass through
Cause some O.G. fools might blast you
It ain’t right but it’s long overdue
We can’t have peace til the niggaz get a piece too
I want G’s so you label me a criminal
And if I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

Here on Earth, tell me what’s a blick life worth
A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts
And even when you take the shit
Move counties get a lawyer you can shake the shit
Ask Rodney, LaTasha, and many more
It’s been goin on for years, there’s plenty more
When they ask me, when will the violence cease?
When your troops stop shootin niggaz down in the street
Niggaz had enough time to make a difference
Bear witness, own our own business
Word to God cause it’s hard tryin to make ends meet
First we couldn’t afford shit now everything’s free
so we loot, please don’t shoot when you see
I’m takin from the, cause for years they would take it from me
Now the tables have turned around
You didn’t listen, until the niggaz burned it down
And now Bush can’t stop the hit
Predicted the shit, in 2Pacalypse
And for once I was down with niggaz, felt good
in the hood bein around the niggaz, yeah
And for the first time everybody let go
And the streets is death row, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 2Pac]

I see no changes, all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it take to make this
one better place, let’s erase the wait state
Take the evil out the people they’ll be acting right
Cause both black and white are smokin crack tonight
And only time we deal is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And though it seems heaven-sent
We ain’t ready, to have a black President, huh
It ain’t a secret don’t conceal the fact
The penitentiary’s packed, and it’s filled with blacks
I wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living should I blast myself
I’m tired of being poor and even worse I’m black
My stomach hurts so I’m lookin for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a ne-gro
Pull a trigger kill a nigger he’s a hero
Mo’ nigga mo’ nigga mo’ niggaz
I’d rather be dead than a po’ nigga
Let the Lord judge the criminals
If I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto

[Chorus (to :27 from fade)]

Just think, if niggaz decide to retaliate
(Soldier in the house)
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto [4X to fade]

2PAC – Just Like Daddy

[Spoken:]
[Makaveli]
Outlawz (go ahead), in this
Makaveli the Don up in this
No doubt, Death Row / Makaveli Records

[E.D.I]
You can call me daddy
Ugh – I’ll be ya daddy
That’s right
JUST LIKE DADDY

For tha ladies

[Chorus]
Come with me and in time we’ll grow
Dedicating slow jams on the radio…I –
Know you’re happy I can feel the passion
Lookin’ out for ya just like daddy, come on
Sunshine turns to rain
Baby I can take away your pain
If you trust me
Close your eyes and feel the magic
Never leave when you need me
I’ll do you just like daddy

[E.D.I]
I met her when she was young
Her real daddy died when she was younger
Her moms let her do what she pleased
And seen no one loved her
Her eyes shinin’ love
A diamond in the rough
The kind that you can love
Not yet touched with so much…
Potential
Youngster let me guide your mental
Into a place
Where the sourness of pain you’ll never taste
by God’s grace
You was born with that face
Nothin’ but pure beauty
So for an eternity I feel it’s my duty
To be your SOULJAH
Yeah baby got plans to mold ya
In the coldest nights is when I hold ya
Like I’m supposed ta
As we grow closer
I’ll take your hand gladly
Anything you need ask me
Spoil my baby girl just like daddy

[2PAC]
To alleviate the stress, spendin’ time with you
I feel blessed
When you gone, feel a pain so strong -
Deep in my chest
When I got arrested
Came so close to goin’ to jail
Throwin’ blows at the po-po’s
Breakin’ your nails
Screamin’ loud, goin’ all out
Damn, I dig
You stay locked down at mom’s house
Watchin’ the kids
Through the whole bid
In the V-I
I see ya daily
When my fake homies try to fuck you
You run and tell me
That’s why I stay committed
I thank God every time I hit it
Hopin’ you’ll forgive me for the times I’ve bullshitted
Me and you against the world
We untouchable
Screamin’ like you’re dyin’ every time I’m fuckin’ you
You 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 you gave me your heart, and plus
When I’m dirt broke and fucked up
You still love me

[Chorus]
Come with me and in time we’ll grow
Dedicating slow jams on the radio…I –
Know you’re happy I can feel your passion
Lookin’ out for ya just like daddy, come on
Sunshine turns to rain
Baby I can take away your pain
If you trust me
Close your eyes and feel tha 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 me
Sounds tougher than bristle
But when you cry
I’ll be your tissue
Back in the county
Writing letters how I miss you
Givin’ you credit
Apologetic
“How I diss you?”
‘Cause you for thinkin’ like a minor
Ain’t on the level of this old timer
Daddy ready to wine ya and dine ya
Lace you from toe to Platania
And still
Be right behind ya – truth
Like just me and you no tellin what we could do
Gettin’ high between the sheets
Make this shit right here discrete
Puttin’ hickies on ya belly while we fuckin 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 lookin’ for shelter
On the late night accept ya
treat ya good won’t disrespect ya
My age is young
Out of place bitch
Callin’ days is done
From a tricksy to a missy
You know I raised ya hon’
Placed her under my wing
Showed her how we swing
Now she rollin’ blunts for her king
One day labeled thug misses
The essence of my ghetto sistas
hugs and kisses
Destined for me to be a father figure

[Chorus 4x]
Come with me and in time we’ll grow
Dedicating slow jams on the radio…I –
Know you’re happy I can feel your passion
Lookin’ out for ya just like daddy, come on
Sunshine turns to rain
Baby I can take away your pain
If you trust me
Close your eyes and feel the magic
Never leave when you need me
I’ll do ya just like daddy

Where my sistas?
Where my sistas at?
Where my sistas?
Where my sistas at?

Throw ya hands in the air

Where my sistas?
Where my sistas at?
Where my sistas?
Where my sistas at?

Throw ya hands in the air

Outlawz in this mothafucka
No doubt

Kadafi
Hussein
Makaveli
Napoleon
Marvaless
EDI
Kastro
Khameleon
Storm

Yeah the bitch check
No doubt
Get your money nigga
Get your mothafuckin money nigga
Come On

Just like daddy baby
You know you got somewhere to go from now on
Come to the thug nigga
The thug nigga that love niggas

Outlawz baby
Outlawz
Outlaw
Throw your hands in the motherfuckin air!

2PAC – Death Around The Corner

[Child:] Why you by the window?, what’s wrong daddy?

[Mother:] I know what’s wrong with that crazy motherfucker
He’s just stand by the goddamn window
with that fuckin’ AK all day
You don’t work, you don’t fuck, you don’t,
you don’t do a goddamn thing

I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive
In the city where the skinny niggas die
If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry
I expect retaliation in a hurry
I see death around the- corner, anyday
Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway
Strugglin and strivin, my destiny’s to die
Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes
In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy
Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me
I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can’t help me
Got me stressin’ with my pistol in my sheets, it ain’t healthy
Am I paranoid? – Tell me the truth
I’m out the window with my AK, ready to shoot
Ran out of endo and my mind can’t take the stress,
I’m out of breath
Make me wanna kill my damn self,
but I see death around the corner

[Chorus]

(When we were kids, belonging felt good)
I see death around the corner
(But having respect, that feels even better)
I see death around the corner
(When we were kids, belonging felt good)
I see death around the corner
(But having respect, that feels even better)

I see death around the corner,
the pressure’s getting to me
I no longer trust my homies,
them phonies tried to do me
Smoking too much weed,
got me paranoid, stressed
Pack a gat and my vest,
under my clothes when I dress
Here’s hopin I die the way I lived,
straight thuggin’
Huggin’ my trigger for all them niggas
who was buggin’
My homie told me once,
don’t you trust them other suckers
They fought like they your homies
but they phony motherfuckers
And even if I did die young, who cares
All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares
I got homies in my head
who done passed away screamin, please
Young nigga, make Gs
I can’t give up, although I’m hopeless,
I think my mind’s gone
All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner

[Chorus]

I was raised in the city, shitty
Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty
Drinkin’ liquor out my momma’s titty
And smokin’ weed was an everyday thang in my household,
And drinking liquor til’ you out cold
And tho’ i’m gone now, nigga it’s still on- Pow
Bustin on them niggas til they gone
How many more jealous ass bitches, comin for my riches
Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone
Cause if I ain’t sharp and heartless,
them bitches will start shit
Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch
No more game for free, please explain to me
Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see?
Murderin’ now but see me later man, as for my pops
I got homies that will hunt you til you drop
I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G
And gettin high was a way of gettin free
I see death around the corner

[Chorus]

This is for all the real mothafuckin niggas out there
I know you ain’t scared to die
We all gotta go, ya know ?
A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes
And make sure he handles his motherfuckin business
Y’all niggas stop acting like pussies out there,
all right

[Movie bites]

I’m tired off getting ripped off by guys like that

I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground
I want to got there in the middle of the night,
I wanna piss on his head
I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground
I want to got there in the middle of the night,
I wanna piss on his head

I want that sonova bitch dead, I want him dead
I want him dead, I don’t care

2PAC – Heartz Of Men

Ahh, Suge what I tell you nigga,
when I come out of jail what was I gonna do
I was gonna start diggin’ into these niggas chest, right
Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, nigga
The binoculars

Ha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride
Grab your bulletproof vest nigga
cause its gonna be a long one
Now me and Quik gonna show you niggas what it’s like on this side
The real side
Now, on this ride there’s gonna be some real mutha-fuckas
and there’s gonna be some pussys
Now the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches
The pussys are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin’
Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride get tricky
See you got some niggas on your side
That say they’re your friends
But in real life they your enemies
And then you got some mutha-fuckas that say they your enemies
But in real life they eyes is on your money
See the enemies will say they true
But in real life those niggas will be the snitches
Its a dirty game y’all
Y’all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don’t fuck with
Cause the shit get wild y’all
Keep your mind on your riches, Baby
Keep your mind on your riches

9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder me
From hood to the ‘burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me
Shit I’m legendary niggas scary and paralyzed
Nothing more I despise than a liar
cowards die
My mama told me When I was to see
Just a vicious mutha fucker while these devils left me free
I proceed to make them shiver
when I deliver
Criminal lyrics
from a world wide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Mackaveli
Niggas is waiting for some thug shit, thats what they tell me
So many rumors but I’m infinitely Immortal Outlaw
Switching up on you ordinary bitches
like a south paw you get let
And every breath I breathe untill the moment I’m deceased
Will be another moment ballin’ as a ‘G’
I rip the crowd, then I start again
Internally I live in sin
untill the moment that they let me breathe again
The heartz of men

[Chorus]

The Heartz of Men

My lyrical verse with so much pain
that to some niggas it hurts
My guns bust
And if you ain’t one of us
it gets worse
Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll
in fly mode
I’m a homicidal outlaw
and five-o, get your lights on, fight long
tonights gonna be a fuckin’ fight
so we might roll
My own homies say I’m heartless
But I’m a ‘G’ to this ’til the day I’m gone that’s regardless
Drive-by, niggas bow down
thought I’d rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
First nigga act up
first nigga gettin’ drugged out
I can be a villian if ya let me
I’ll Muthafuck ya
if ya do upset me
tell the cops to come and get me
rip the crowd like a phone number
Then start again, don’t have no muthafuckin’ friends nigga
Look inside the heartz of men

[Chorus]

In The Heartz of Men
In The Heartz of Men

To all my niggas engaged in making money in the fifty states
Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch
No longer living in fear
my pistol close in hand
Convinced this is my year
like I’m the chosen man
Give me my money and label me as a don
If niggas is having problems
smoke’em, fire and bomb
I died and came back,
I hustle with these lyrics as if it’s a game of crack
Thugin’ is in my spirit
I’m lost and not knowing
scar’d up
but still flowing
energized and still going
Uhh, can it be fate
that makes a sick muthafucka break
On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake
What will it take ?
Give me that bass line
I’m feeling bombed
Deathrow baby, don’t be alarmed
The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again
Represent
cause I’ve been sent
The heartz of men

2PAC – Heaven Ain’t Hard 2 Find

[Tupac Talking]

Heaven ain’t hard to find
(All you gotta do is look)

[Tupac]

Simply because you nervous, let me start off with my conversation
Hoping my information, eleviates the hesitiation
I can see it clearly now
catch you smiling through your frown
I’m askin’ Baby Boo are you down ?
Although I know you’ve heard about my reputation
across the nation
“Mr. I get around”
My temptaion got me dripping wet
perspiration
I’m activated by the moves your making
Baby why you faking? strip naked get the love making
See its all in your mind, so every time I sip a glass of wine
I fantasize till that ass is mine
Never gettin’ but wanting, never touching but wishing
A straight thug on a mission until I get what I’m missing
Stop with the beeper, baby Listen,
I know you’re grown, but pay attention
Let me hypnotize with my tounge kissen’
This is a message to bomb bodies and all dimes

Turn around one more time
Heaven ain’t hard to find

[Chorus]

(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain’t hard to find
(Heaven ain’t hard to find)

Heaven ain’t hard to find
Infact you can have it just have faith
Just like a little kid, still believing in magic
It takes a lot of scarifice
with all the lonely nights on tour
I need somebody I can trust in my life
Let me apply the brakes
baby you’re moving to fast
My conversations are getting deeper, but first let me ask
Are you afraid of a thug ?
and have you ever made love
with candles and bubbles sipping in your tub
Touch me and let me activate your bloodpressure
This Thug Passion
help the average man love better
Picture me naked and glistening beneath the moonlight mist
Take a shot of that alazhay
come give me a kiss
And maybe we can be better friends
perhaps we’ll be closer
I’ll be the thug in your life
baby and you’ll be my soulja
And I know it takes some time
And you got a lot of questions on your mind
But relax, in due time
Heaven Ain’t Hard to Find

[Chorus]

(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain’t hard to find
(Heaven ain’t hard to find)

You think we all dogs, thats why you cautious when I approached you
Been talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken
Through my eye contact, I wink and you respond back
Look at me
whats all that ? Huh
its like the closer you get, Baby the quicker I’m speaking
I got a flight out Chicago, lets kick it this weekend
I’m sipping Heneesee and coke
tho’ addicted to weed smoke
I’m fiendin’ for your body even mo’
Oh god help me identify me truest thoughts
your hidden motives full of passion who would of thought
Come hollar at me baby, love me for my thug nature
Far from a playa hater, label me a money maker
Straight heart breaker
Baby we can be friends
I can soup you in my Benz
we’ll ride
I’ll let you floss it for your friends
Once we begin
until the end, it gets better with time
I’m makin’ love to your mind baby
Heaven ain’t hard to find

[Chorus]

(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain’t hard to find
(Heaven ain’t hard to find)

2PAC – All Bout U

[2Pac]
Ahh yeah
[Down]
Yeauhh!
[2Pac]
It’s all about you, one time!
[Down]
I’ma say it’s all about you baby, yeah
[2Pac]
Haha, for the bitches that think it’s all about you
It’s all about you
[Down]
This Dru Down in the house, with my boy ‘Pizznac
YouknowhatI’msayin?
[2Pac]
It’s all about you
[Down]
Yeah I’m gon’ say it’s all about you
but you know I’m lyin though, hah! Yeauhh

[2Pac]
You probably crooked as the last trick; wanna laugh
At how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch
Thinkin I had her but she had me in the long run
It’s just my luck I’m stuck with fuckin with the wrong one, uh!
Wise decisions, based on lies we livin
Scandalous times, this game’s like my religion
You could be rollin with a thug
Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin for some love
In every club, I see you starin like you want it
Well baby if you got it better flaunt it
Let the liquor help you get up on it
I’m still tipsy from last night
Bumpin these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life
I try to holla but you tell me you taken
Sayin you ain’t impressed, with the money I’m makin
Guess it’s true what they tellin me
Fresh out of jail, life’s Hell for a black, celebrity
So that’s the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit
Fantansies of us sweatin, can I hit it? (Hahaha)
Addicted to the things you do, but still true
What I’m sayin Boo, is this is all about you

[Nate Dogg]
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It’s all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
(Yeah nigga, ha ha ha ha!)
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It’s all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

[2Pac]
I make a promise if you go with me, just let me know
I’ll have you hollerin my name out before I leave
Nobody loves me I’m a thug nigga; I only hung out
with the criminals and the drug dealers, I love niggaz
cause we comin from the same place
Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takes
How can I tell her I’m a playa, and I don’t even care
Creep though, weed smoke’s into the air
Everywhere I go, it’s all about the groupie hoes
waitin for niggaz at the end, of every show
I just seen you in my friend’s, video
Could never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go
Follow the leader and peep the drama that I’m goin through..
It’s all about you.. hahaha, yeah nigga!
It’s all about you!

[Nate Dogg]
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It’s all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It’s all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

[Outlawz]
Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu?
It ain’t about you or your bitch ass crew
Every other city we go and every video
Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe
You think it’s all about you? Well Boo
I gets Down like Dru and my nasty new niggaz, too

You couldn’t hold me back, it’d take a fatter track
A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff
When I started to snaps all your rode ‘em swoll
Straight in control, flows’ll fold, while hoes cold stroll
Hold the set, I told Dramacy’ go in next
Golddiggin, cold diggin a gold Rolex

I slide in easily, try a grizzly
Sluts know the cuts, I came to fuck, try skeezin me
Runnin up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya
At the most, I fucked a bitch from the West Coast to West Virginia

[Nate Dogg]
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It’s all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It’s all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It’s all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

[Snoop Doggy Dogg speaking over last two lines]
I’m tellin ya, it’s the same ol’ shit
I mean.. god damn, youknowhatI’msayin?
I’m sittin back, watchin Montell Jordan video
I see the same bitch, who was in, my homeboy Nate Dogg video
Then I flip the channel
I’m checkin out my homeboy Tupac video
I see the same bitch that was in my video, yaknahmsayin?
And then yaknahmsayin what make that even mo’ fucked up
I’m watchin a Million Man March
And I see the same bitch, on the Million Man March
that was in, the homeboy Warren G video!
I mean, damn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go
I see the same hoe
Don’t get mad, I’m only bein real
Yeah

2PAC – Constantly Armed

In my mind I’ma fighter, my heart’s a lighter
My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up
Arsenic writer, author with arthritis
Carpel tunnel, Marshall will start shit-itis
Hard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headed
Dick headed, a prick, a big headache I’m sick
Quick witted, for every lyric spitted there are 6 critics.
Who wait for me to slip with it, so quick
This dynamite stick buried the wick, it’s gonna explode any minute
Some lunatic lit it and it’s not Nelly
Do not tell me to stop yelling, when I stop selling I quit
So stop dwelling an I am not felling
You fuckers are not ready, cause I got jelly, like Beyonce’s pot belly
This is Destiny, yes money I’m of running
So get off of me, I’m not slowing or softening

[Chorus - 2Pac]
They sendin armies out to bomb me, Constantly armed
The only DJ that can calm me is Constantly armed
my firepower keep me warm I’m Constantly armed
and fuck the world til I’m gone, Constantly armed
They sendin armies out to bomb me, Constantly armed
The only DJ that can calm me is Constantly armed
my firepower keep me warm I’m Constantly armed
and fuck the world til I’m gone Bitches be warned

[Eminem 2x]
I will not fall,
I will stand tall,
Feels like no one can beat me.

[2Pac]
Follow me tell me if you feel me
I think niggaz is tryin to kill me
Picturin pistols, spittin hollow points til they drill me
Keepin it real, and even if I do conceal
my criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel
See niggaz is false, sittin in court, turned snitches
that used to be real, but now they petrified bitches
I’m tryin to be strong, my firepower keep me warm
I’m trapped in the storm, and fuck the world til I’m gone, Bitches be warned.
word is bonb, you’ll get torn
I’m bustin on Guiliani, he rubbin my niggaz wrong
And then it’s on, before I leave picture me
I’m spittin at punk bitches and hustlin to be free
Watch me set it, niggaz don’t want it, you can get it
Bet it make these jealous niggaz mad I said it
This Thug Life nigga, we don’t cater to you hoes
Fuck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at yo’ do’, with fo