2pac & Boot Camp Clik feat. Dogg Pound, EDI Amin, Fatal Hussein, Kastro (Outlawz) - Thug Pound

Live in this motherfucker, Thug Pound bitch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, EDI, Kastro, Hussein, you know bitch
The whole motherfucking clique, we gon' hit your ass up
Cause you know where we're coming from; Death Row BITCH ha ha ha
Aiyyo Kurupt, you're first to blast nigga
And you know how we do it on the West Side nigga
Riding, riding on, what we do?
We're balling, ha ha for real, for real

[Verse One: Kurupt]
For real, I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button, thinking that it was what it wadn't
Shit is hectic, the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don with the semi-
Auto fracture your torso to your spine
The back cracker smack you with my verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretches from Alaska to Alabama
HUH! get touched by my Armored Hammer all across the planet
Niggaz crumble like granite from Tahiti to the Mid Atlantic
Probable cause to get hit, shit!
Niggaz best get physically and mentally fit
Sure your whore I ignore, for real and I can tell on the D.L.
I got an Indecent Proposal for her (bitch)
Mashing in a Ford Explorer, hell hound host the horror
And escape from the Box Pandora with something for you
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound, vocal rival to invade the block
Fucking bitch paid the price of a snitch, that Nicky Scarfo
Coming through the bus, death spreads through camps like Parvo
Young Gotti, corrupted seed with the dope and the green weed
Indeed, I'm out to get high, supply what you need
Mr. Postman, coming through with all the mail
What you need, I got for sale, on a stairwell to Hell

[Break: Tupac]
Aiy, what you need in pocket, nigga?

[Verse Two: Fatal Hussein]
I wake up sparking, to get wild when the streets darken
And players drinking kegs, til y'all niggaz beg Martin
You labelled Paw nervous just know I do this job dirty
Donna Karan, New York, call it Fatal Dog New Jersey
Niggaz ain't seen time, I travel courts and dream crime
My room like the million dollar bill folded with green blinds
Chairs is a hundreds for shams, I run that hole in quickies
Dollar bills is Nintendo's, the windows is folded fifties
Y'all old cops lost it, drinking the scotch Barflies
I don't like movies, so I hit up the Box Office
You're the softest, I'm taking your honeys they Telly pieces
Wearing my fucking dick around their neck like Kelly leashes
My boys and me is poison, we don't get along equal
Fight each other like brothers, it's all good we strong people
More strain on the brain, and the pain I deal with
Ill with nasty niggaz, my whole crew on some real shit
For real bitch, the steel clique, I bill with menaces
Your number one nemesis, paragraphical like Genesis

[Break: Tupac]
Stupid motherfuckers!
Outlaw Immortal bitch, Dogg Pound, Thug Life
You know, how we fucking do this shit!
You stupid motherfuckers talking shit

[Verse Three: Tupac]
Now, take a look inside my mind
That Pen' time made me wise but still I rise
Cause my ambitions as a rider like land mines
Lyrics turn niggaz into smithereens
Music so lethal turn coliseums to murder scenes
I'm Makaveli the Don, that's what they tell me I'm armed
I'm dropping niggaz like bombs, get in that ass like a thong
Picture a felon in your presence
Taking busters back to the Essence
Telling my people, peep my lethal message
Visions of me getting money got me in mash mode
Murderous motives for niggaz stopping my cash flow
You can't fight it, nigga let go
Witness the sound made you bitch ass bow down to Death Row
Mama these niggaz got me fighting these Three Strikes
Showing up in court, fuck what you thought, it's Street Nike's
I put the game down first put my niggaz up on it
Now we're Americas Most Wanted feel that

[Verse Four: Kastro]
UHH! since my only Fear of Death; is Mama crying for help
An OG Daddy wanna ride when I know;
He ain't got shit else since I'm his only soldier
Nobody else gonna roll for me and I know
Without the Row and Immortal Outlaw (Yo, K)
I'll be forgotten for sure
Plus this; Thug Life it got me living
Initiated, player hated, without giving a single fuck
While they're dangling baby all on my nuts (Yeah, nigga)
I be singling, fingering bitches to fuck

[Break: Tupac]
Yeah nigga, bitches is wild niggaz is lame
I hung around with real niggaz, got exposed to the game
Motherfuckers acting crazy busting me in the jaw
Initiated as an Outlaw, ha ha ha ha

[Verse Five: Daz Dillinger]
Yeah motherfucker!
Now a mission ain't a mission if nobody rides
And a mission ain't a mission if nobody dies
And a mission ain't completed, if the enemy don't sleep
Enemies rest in peace, deceased fucking with me (Niggaz is wild)
I got to accomplish a goal
I'm out seeking gold exposed strapped
Gotta let off because I'm rough and raw
Never fell on my knees for shit, cause I demand shit
With this Daz Dillinger drilling you for your shit
On the streets for the sixth time
In and out for the crime, a reckless crimes
That I can earn food stamps, dollars and dimes (Yeah!)
I'm slipping, sliding, fucked up, nigga what-up!
In the cut, flossing like a motherfucker what-up!
East Side, LB, now tell me where you coming from
That ain't where I see things and nigga what's the outcome?

[Verse Six: EDI Amin]
For so many days there's so many ways
We been ducking strays they delivers
But still we're some Bad Boy killers for the sckrillas
I dump in you niggas' livers then watch your body shivered
And you mama quivered from the way you just got lit up
Head up the West Side on my way out
Y'all whole crew should've knew it was on from Makaveli's first day out
Now y'all getting played out, and laid out
For public display, on this day, y'all niggas is history
Cause the whole crew is bitch to me
Now listen to me, EDI, how many of y'all can see me?
Cause I'll attack that ass like Ace attacked DC
Believe me, cause although now I'm just a young stolider
I'm soon to be a gun holder, initiate to the clique
With a left to my lip, now the fight is over

(*Multiple Gun Shots*)

2pac & Boot Camp Clik feat. Asu, Capitol L.S. - Thug Nigga *

[Capit] Yo E, somebody come in this motherfucker with me man
[Tupac] I'm with you nigga, you don't need nobody, I'm with you nigga
[Capit] Come on nigga what's up?
[Tupac] L.S. and Pac, Greg Nice
[Capit] You're looking at me through the window
[Tupac] Asu, set it off with you nigga
[Capit] Come up in here with me y'all
[Tupac] Set it off nigga, for the niggaz in new York
[Capit] Yo ha ha ha, ha, ha, ha (Westside nigga) Yo yo
[Tupac] L.S in this bitch
[Capit] We're in the motherfucking West Coast right now
[Tupac] West side!!
[Capit] Word to mother
[Tupac] Eastside
[Capit] My nigga Kurupt, K-Kurupt word, I got my nigga Greg Nice
[Tupac] Right there nigga, right there
[Capit] Baby Jesus and the All Stars
[Tupac] Baby Jesus
[Capit] And Tha Outlawz, taking off the draws, you niggaz floss
Yo we're about to, yo check it out

[Verse One: Capital L.S.]
What does it take to shake and bake nowadays?
Niggaz in crime, get net cause it pays
Bodies get sprayed with motherfucking Ultra-rays
When shit gets too smooth I get's, rude with the lipper
Any kind of Liquor's Company like Jack Tripper
There's been times when I flip like acrobats
Fucking Coast to Coast, chickenheads to hoodrats
Tools to Gats, Lowriders to Act's
Two years ago my shit was underrated
I wish you rap niggaz frustrated
The rhyme stated updated; as I migrated
I'm direct from Strong Island, New York
Where I be smiling, profiling, wilding
With my niggaz in the Acura Coupe
In the Ja's and bitches like the Ginseng group
Playing that "One Love" loop Ha ha ha
The sun shines through my sunroof
Some days I can amaze the youth with proof that
The force of my rhyme can cause a cardiac
Arresting motherfuckers that don't like investing
So I eat them up like salad dressing
And it don't stop

[Break: Tupac]
Ha ha ha, yeah nigga, that's how we do that shit
L.S. in this bitch, nigga that's how we do that shit
Niggaz can't stand this, no doubt, no doubt
My scandalous family, insanity
It ain't no playing nigga we're taking over the whole industry
You bitch made niggaz can't believe that shit
L.S. and niggaz so crazy
You only have to pay, to pull up on that bitch
You've been clowned, to make it to that ground
These niggaz snatching your business kid

[Verse Two: Asu]
They fucked around and let the Turk bred up out the stable
Me and my Cali' niggaz is jumping fools without the cables
Everything I got is double two's, four's and barrels
Once that ass slip, we got's to burn it, like Caro'
Somehow, someway, real niggaz know real niggaz ya-yo why is that?
When you roll Asu, you end up with them tires flat
The names Asu, it starts with A and ends with U
Whatever you want to do, I got my whole fucking crew
Up over the mountain there's fountain of phrases
I'm counting pages, ages is giving up wages to heal the rages
I don't riff, I stay cool let the sanity build
All I need is a starter and the horror that's worse than Amityville
No disrespect, all we want is bacon G
Pack them bags; they have them hotel got vacancies

[Break: Tupac]
Get the fuck and stop this tray nigga, peep that shit
Til their motherfucking chin checking, we're wrecking
Look here

[Verse Three: Tupac]
My niggaz crooked though it seems
My every single thought is caught up in collecting cream
A made nigga; picture me dying in a blaze of gun fire
Will not retire til I'm paid, turn the base up higher
When we ride, we fly by, bitches blow me kisses
Niggaz from Compton to Brooklyn come on get your riches
From Crenshaw to 125, and Do or Die
Rolling with niggaz from Long Beach to Long Isl'
I hardly smile cause my heart froze
Once I; commence my show rip apart foes
And now I, got One Nation it's a crooked compilation
Just to end the bullshit, let's get back to money making
Tell them busters that I rolled on controlling the house
My shit is so wicked when I flip, niggaz closing their mouth
The Cocoa Brovaz, Buckshot the BDI Thug
Greg Nice, L.S., Asu, so show a nigga love, Outlaw!

[Outro: Tupac]
You can feel that shit nigga!
You know what time it is, ha ha ha ha, yeah!
Hit them niggaz with the shit that made Nice & Smooth nice nigga
Greg Nice feel me nigga?
I know she fucked a lot of drug dealers
But she never got fucked by a thug nigga
Come on! I know she fucked a lot of drug dealers
But she never got fucked by a thug nigga
Come on! I know you fuck a lot of drug dealers
But you never got fucked by a thug nigga, baby never
Come on! I know you're fucking with some drug dealers
But you never got fucked by a thug nigga
Ha ha ha ha, yeah yeah!, all like that nigga
Ha ha ha ha, hell motherfucking yeah, Thug Life baby
It don't stop, this song is twisted and crazy
Yeah nigga, that nigga Tupac
From this block to your block, you can tell the kids nod
One Nation, fuck around and get shot, you know, One Nation
East side, West Side, ha ha ha ha, yeah
All my niggaz on the East Side, throw up your guns
All my niggaz on the West Side, throw up your guns
All my niggaz from the East Side, throw up your guns
All my niggaz from the West Side, throw your guns up
Niggaz from the East Side, throw up your guns
All my niggaz from the West Side, throw your guns up
All my niggaz from the East Side, throw up your guns
All my niggaz from the West Side, throw your guns up
Niggaz from the West Side, throw up your guns
All niggaz from the East Side, throw up your guns
All my niggaz from the West Side, throw up your guns
All my niggaz from the East Side, throw your guns up
Ha ha ha, yeah nigga, Outlawz yeah, Thug Life
Ha ha ha ha ha, yeah, energy makes plenty of enemies, you feel me?
Throw your guns up!!

2pac & Boot Camp Clik feat. Big Syke, Fatal Hussein, O.F.T.B. - The Struggle Continues

[FARRAKHAN SPEECH OCTOBER 16th. 1995]
[VERSES FROM (167) TO (168)]
Midori, plays the violin, She was magnificent
They don't have to say to white people;
I'm better than you, they just do their thing (YEAH!!)
And White Folk got to readjust their thinking
Because they thought that they used to master
All of these instruments and nobody else could
But the Chinese are mastering it, even the Japanesse are mastering it
All these things; are breaking up the mind of White Supremacy
Blackman, you don't have to bash white people
All we got to do is; go back home (Where?)
And turn our communities, into productive places
All we gotta do is; go back home
And make our communities a decent and safe place to live (YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT!!)
And if we start dotting the Black Community with businesses (YEAH!!)
Opening up factories (WHAT ELSE?) challenging ourselves to better than we are
White folks, instead of driving-by using the “N” word
They will say: (Look! Look at them! Oh! my God!
They're marvelous, they're wonderful, we can't..
We can't say they're inferior anymore)
But every time we drive-by and shoot, every time we car-jack
Every time we use foul, and filthy language (The struggle continues)
Every time we produce culturally degenerate's films and tapes
Putting a string in our women's backside (The struggle continues)
And parading them before the world (The struggle continues)
Every time we do things like this;
We are feeding the degenerate mind of White Supremacy
And I want us to stop feeding that mind, and let that mind die;
their natural death. (YEAH!!) (*APPLAUSE!! CLAPS!!*)

[Tupac]
Now, I was born as a rebel, making trouble for the devil
Take this gang bang shit, to a whole another level
Can you feel me now?
Armies in every city, definition of power
Players are you with me? - see the war is the prophecy
Survival is the strategy, rest in peace!
To my comrades that's deceased, organize the streets in time
You'll have these devils petrified of a nigga in his right mind
They tell us that we hopeless and hell bound
It's for the brothers in penitentiaries jailed down
I got you in my heart until the day I die
Think of the damage we could do, if we wasn't high
Can you picture me loc? - it's a thug's wrath
Political contracts and blood baths
For Matulu Shakur up in the Rikers though they got you
I'll never let them stop you, the struggle continues

[Fatal Hussein]
I gotta get out of town, see I done shot another Dick
Nigga be rolling trips, to keep his mind off sticks
They check our parole, they supervise my whole size
Money wires surprise, drug dealers on the rise
These carjacks is federal, you soft and shred able
Dictionary rappers you come at me all edible
I lit bash your crew, like you know what I'm about (Ha ha ha)
Guinness style cause Fatal done hit up another house
These props and pretty niggaz getting played like pumps
Fucking up these fag fronts; fronting on blunts
Blast these bitch niggaz bullshitting on a body
Kill niggaz Brown it in me and you can ask Bobby
Slick shooter and looter, killer smoking Buddha
Man this dirty money can't get a little cuter
Money and whores, money and whores
Rest in peace and Al. Storm Murder Case has just closed

[Flip Side of O.F.T.B]
All I'm trying to do is make a penny
But crooked cops beating down my door like I beat down Resno Dinny
They're in position with they shot guns
But if they kick in my door like I know they catch the hot one
They kicked it in, so Flip got biz
Now I'm on the run living life as a fugitive
The cops was deep, they made a clean sweep
I tried to break but caught one in the ass cheek

[Big Syke]
A drug smuggler from the underworld, thugging Desperado
Visual loco motion from my Teflon hollows
Transgression racketeer, probation violator
Buster, tester, no fear for the Ingle, Watts slayer
My future is unknown, hoochies on the phone calling me
Parking down the street from my house trying to follow me
Boundaries restricted for a thug unconstitutional
Balling out of control from L.A. to Puerto Rico

[Flip Side of O.F.T.B]
I'm bleeding bad, and damn I need a doctor
But I can't do shit until I shake this helicopter
A gang banger, dope slanger, full of anger
I killed a cop now they want me on a coat hanger

[Big Syke]
We smoke Dope and soak Weed and greed ain't uncommon though
Dog I'm in need, indeed ain't no option bro'
Cookies and chips, I got a street education
My homies stressing out cause his babies mama is basing
What am I chasing a relationship with God or a female?
Secrets don't tell, I just posted bail
Fuck Jail and the C.O. from my niggaz in the Pen'
Treated like a dog for his sin, fuck a friend
Let my .64 Benz blockade as I fade back streets
L.A., East Side Compton, Long Beach
Murderous, killers, lunatic kamikazes
We drop bodies and throw parties, the struggle continues

[The Low M.B. of O.F.T.B]
Fuck the pigs, they keep a nigga upset
Cause if they see me in a Benz, I know them fools wanna sweat
I guess they think The Low M. ain't suppose to have shit
Try to pull me over, I'm going to kill that ass bitch
Cause I'm from Nikon Cedars nigga
And I know you heard; that we're all cop killers
My young homies love that shit like a sport
They're rather kill a cop than be in the basketball court
And we're going to stick with the hate
HUH! you think it's over cause you got rid of that fool Daryl Gates
But he's still in the back calling shots
So we're gonna stay in our hood killing cops

2pac & Boot Camp Clik feat. Bad Azz, Daz Dillinger (Tha Dogg Pound) - The Money

Yeah, cruising, doing our thing, you know what I mean?
That nigga Daz, Makaveli, check it out, bitch!

[Verse One: Tupac]
Three words to make a motherfucker's heart burst
I rip the verse, worse nigga when I start to curse
Picture a black hearse, adversaries buried in their Sunday best
He blinked, died in the dark, my gun swayed his chest
But will I die nigga, we all die
So until I die, why must I ride on my enemies until they fry
Father forgive me cause they're not knowing
My glock cocked, niggaz drop when my shots flowing
My definition of a thug nigga
A multimillionaire, started as a drug dealer
I love niggaz, open fire when I blast at you
Everybody dies, Bad Boy massacre, I laugh at you
Holler my name, I reappear, like a G (Makaveli)
No man alive can see me
Motherfuckers making problems, but they get what they deserve
Get destroyed, with these three words, motherfuckers

[Chorus: Bad Azz] 2X
Outlast, if we blast, Outlaw outcast
Only moving for the money so we're coming up (so we're coming up)
We outlast if we blast, Outlaw outcast
Dont slip, nigga we ride (We ride)

[Verse Two: Daz Dillinger]
It's about more money, more dollars, more crack for the fiends
And more weed for the ballers, the spot is hot
From all this fucking bullshit and recommended dope dealers
Getting richer for all my niggaz hit the wall up, in memory
State of our mind, it come right before me
So all you old brad scatter, run for heat, plus the power
Trying to get rid of half these motherfucking bastards
They're hazard to the block
From the gilt with all that bullshit drama they talk
Never put any shit back in the hood
So these motherfuckers think it's all good
If I die or go to jail, I can't quit
From illegal to legitimate
Incarcerated with the Bloods and Crips
They lock me down in the gang you know the spot G
They down to ride and down to shake for me
You will die for it

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Tupac]
Fuck the world, feel the fury of the chosen man
Thug nigga, ten millimeter close in hand
Put them in my range, aimed nigga take fire, watch them die
Should've never fuck around when it's time to ride
Riding low, down a one way, watch for gun play
I hope we find true peace one day
Nobody cries when my dog dies, set them straight
AK automatically, retaliate

[Verse Four: Daz Dillinger]
That nigga Daz and Makaveli on a mission
So don't worry, a lifestyle tells the story
To be worshiping the glory
Coming through on my entourage, getting loose
Prepare for the war, motherfucker bring your juice
Pray to God, that your soul is right
Before you die tonight
And quicker than any man I be riding all night
See the game ain't the same no more
All these motherfucking niggaz ain't the same no more
So we're yelling

[Chorus]

[Outro: Daz Dillinger]
Yeah, ride
Ride all night on their bitches
Niggaz ain't afraid, we run up on your ass to blast
Ride all night

2pac & Boot Camp Clik feat. Buckshot, Smif-N-Wessun, Steele - Brothaz at Arms

Aiy, watch him! watch scared Oh!
Why is it that we gotta be (Watch your back)
Contacting niggaz in the cemeteries; in funeral where homies buried?
Moms all worried and shit
Why is so many black brothers dying?
One day we can all be together smoking weed, getting high
Maybe in our dreams over sheds is reality, where's that family at?
Niggaz say one love, Fuck one Love nigga, One Nation

[Tupac]
Now it's time for; Retaliation, perpetrating get you punished
How could you, cross the nigga that put food inside your stomach?
Watch me, point the pussy out the crowd time to pay for
Past discretions, never learned your lessons in this deadly war
Let's explore the possibilities, them niggaz killing me
Head all busted, over this trick nigga I trusted
Now it's; hard to figure knew this nigga for eternity
And, never in my deepest thoughts figured he could turn on me

[Buckshot]
So many to choose from
Niggz close to me I wonder how I lose them (How I lose one)
Maybe because I put them on the podium before me (Oh yes)
I use to think, that's how it should be
Until them niggaz cross me, it's different now (Different now)
Bitches wait until I got cold (Turn it up)
And told a boldfaced lie (Lie)
But still I never asked why (Turn it up) (Why?)
I keep stepping with my weapon on queue
Cause now I got my eye on you (Got my eyes on you)
Before my crew, remember how you do
Now you want to pursue the B.D. Buck
Just because your jealous as a motherfucker (Jealous as a motherfucker)

[Chorus: Smif-N-Wessun]
Every man has a right to decide his; own destiny
In the end it's, and in this judgment there is, no partiality
So arm in arms (Arm in arms)
We fight to live and struggle (Fight to live and struggle)
Overcome all the troubles
Your fight is my fight (Your fight)
Your fight (Your Life)
Your fight (Your fight) (Your fight is my fight)
Your fight (Your Life)
What you gonna do?

[Tupac]
Now if my memory serves me justly
I showed you love but you the same one that tried to fuck me
And now I got this pistol pointed at your mouth, ready to squeeze
You see, snitching is an epidemic killing disease
Exit! throw your gun away, take your time, free your mind
Forget about the crime, and it will all go away in time
My information strictly based on niggaz faces
Past cases with the law, plus a life of living raw
Brothers at arms

[Chorus: Smif-N-Wessun]
Every man has a right to decide his, own destiny
In the end it's and in this judgment there is, no partiality
So arm in arms (Arm in arms)
We fight to live and struggle (Fight to live and struggle)
And that's the only way to
Overcome all the troubles

[Tupac]
Your fight is my fight (Your fight)
Your fight (Your Life)
Your fight (Your fight is)
Your Fight (Your Life)
Let's get it on now HUH
Your fight is my fight (Your fight)
Your fight (Your Life)
Your fight (Your fight is)
Your Fight (Your Life)
Let's get it on now HUH
Your fight is my fight (Your fight)
Your fight (Your Life)
Your fight (Your fight is)
Your Fight (Your Life)
Let's get it on now HUH
Your fight is my fight (Your fight)
Your fight (Your Life)
Your fight (Your fight is)
Your Fight (Your Life)
(What? Say what?)
Let's get it on now HUh

[Outro: Steele]
My fight is your fight
we could do this all day and all night
So I tell you what; One Nation
We gon' set up this plantation, this foundation
And we gon' take it to the real enemy
The one who ain't a friend of me
The one, the war continues, the struggle continues
All soldier's be friends of me