2Pac - They Don't Give A Fuck About Us Lyrics

2Pac - They Don't Give A Fuck About Us Video

(Tupac)

Y'all ain't never just tripped and pictured

And just looked at the whole situation

Cause once u look at it

You know

(Once you really do)

 

They don't give a fuck about us

They don't give a fuck about us

They don't give a fuck about us

If I choose to ride

Thuggin' till the day I die

Nobody give a fuck about us

But when I start to rise

A hero in they children's eyes

Now they give a fuck about us

 

Some say niggaz is hard headed cause we love to trick

Equipped with game so we bang wit this thuggish shit

I see you trying to hide, Hoping that nobody don't notice

You must always remember you're still a member of the hopeless

See ya black like me, So you snap like me

When these devils try to plot, Trap our young black seeds

Look it, Cops are just as crooked as the niggas they chasin'

Lookin' for role models, Our father figures is bases

Some say they expect Illuminate take my body to sleep

Niggas at the party with they shotties, Just as rowdy as me

Before I flee computer chips, I gotta deal wit brothas flippin'

I don't see no devils bleedin', Only black blood drippin'

We can change, whatcha now say?

I'm watchin' niggaz work their lives out without pay (huh)

Whatever it takes to switch places wit the bustas on top

I'm bustin' shots make the world stop

They don't give a fuck about us

 

And if I choose to ride

Thuggin' till the day I die

Cause they don't give a fuck about us

But when I start to rise

A hero in they children's eyes

Now they give a fuck about us

And if I choose to ride

Thuggin' till the day I die

Nobody gives a fuck about us

But when I start to rise

A hero in they children's eyes

Now they give a fuck about us

 

(EDI)

It's the morning after and now all the laughter is gone

Time to reflect on what you did cause they saying you wrong

I'm sure you had your reasons dawg, I don't doubt you

See the simple fact of the matter is they don't give a fuck about you

Or them five mouths you forced to feed (uh-huh)

No including yourself, All you want is wealth they perceiving itas greed

So as you loaded up that mack and continue to buck 'em

I was on paper, Thinking they don't give a fuck about us

 

(Tupac)

I'm seeing it clearer

Hating the picture in the mirror

They claim we inferior

So why the fuck these devils fear ya?

I'm watching my nation die, genocide the cause

Expect a blood bath, The aftermath is y'alls

I told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

Give us a chance, help us advance cause we trying

Ignore my whole plea, watching us in disgust

And then they beg when my guns bust

They don't give a fuck about us

 

And if I choose to ride

Thuggin' till the day I die

Nobody gives a fuck about us

But when I start to rise

A hero in they children's eyes

Now they give a fuck about us

And if I choose to ride

Thuggin' till the day I die

Nobody gives a fuck about us

But when I start to rise

A hero in they children's eyes

Now they give a fuck about us

 

(Kastro)

Now all my homies got love for me

Down to catch a slug for me

Guaranteed to bleed deeply

Now that's love, Shit

Nobody else could give a fuck

If I'm tore down, from the floor down

Six-feet deep in the cut

What the fuck done went wrong

How long will I be mourned?

When I'm gone, same song

Ain't gave a fuck all along

And who am I to blame 'em?

Just do or die through the rainin'

Since they don't give a fuck

I don't, feel what I'm saying?

 

(Kadafi)

Now thug niggaz die but multiply in doubles

Wrapped in plastic, Or closed casket for our troubles

Present times, We busted like bubbles

With the police, This nation's peace sent here to run you

Now look at what this crooked world has come to

I grew up on the other side of perfect, a life of hurtin'

Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin' certain

So I spent your time in poor and working

I see no reason, So I stay ballin' season to season

Why you stuck thinking that they give a fuck?

 

(Napolean)

You tell me my world is in peace, but nigga your lying

Cause half of my niggas, long gone,

Buried in the dirt just for trying

Sometimes I think my block is dying, And that it's awful

To wake up to another day, shit ain't change that awful

I wake up sweatin', dreamin', coughin'

Seein' me upside down backwards head twisted

While I'm layin' in the coffin

The shit comes around so often, So tell me something

Before I take it out on the world, and get to dumpin'

Nigga I been so through pain go through the struggle

Doin the same thing you did at my age and that's hustlin'

On the edge of straight bustin'

Well since you don't give a fuck, you frontin'

And I'ma drink my Hennessey like it ain't nothin'

 

(Tupac)

Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die

They don't give a fuck about us

While I'm kickin' rhymes, getting to their children's minds

Now they give a fuck about us

 

They wanna see us die, they kick us every time we try

They don't give a fuck about us

So while I'm getting high, I'm watching as the world goes by

Cause they don't give a fuck about us

 

Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die

They don't give a fuck about us

While I'm kickin' rhymes, getting to their children's minds

Now they give a fuck about us

 

They wanna see us die, they kick us every time we try

They don't give a fuck about us

So while I'm getting high, I'm watching as the world goes by

Cause they don't give a fuck about us

 

Get your money nigga get your money!

Rise my nation rise

They don't give a fuck about us...rise

Get your asses on the right path nigga

They don't give a fuck about us

Get your money nigga get your money!

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2Pac - If My Homie Calls Lyrics

2Pac - If My Homie Calls Video

Verse One:

 

Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee

We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G

Back in the days we played practical jokes on

Everybody smoked with they locs and the yolks on

All through high school, girls by the dozens

Sayin we cousins, knowin that we wasn't

But like the old saying goes

Times goes on, and everybody grows

Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways

You chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays

In many ways we were paid in the old days

So far away from the crazies with AK's

And though I been around clowning with the Underground

I'm still down with my homies from the hometown

And if you need, need anything at all

I drop it all for y'all, if my homies call

 

Verse Two:

 

It's a shame, you chose the dope game

Now you slang cane on the streets with no name

It was plain that your aim was mo' cane

You got game now you run with no shame

I chose rappin tracks to make stacks

In fact I travel the map with raps that spray cats

But now I don't wanna down my homie

No matter how low you go you're not lowly

And I, hear that you made a few enemies

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

If you need my assistance there'll be no resistance

I'll be there in an instant

Who am I to judge another brother, only on his cover

I'd be no different than the other

H-to-the-O-to-the-M-to-the-I-to-the-E

I'm down to the E-N-D

Cause it's a fall in no time at all

I'm down for y'all, when my homies call

Word, if my homies call

 

Verse Three:

 

Well it's ninety-one and I'm livin kinda swell now

But I hear that you're going through some hell pal

But life makin records ain't easy

It ain't what I expected it's hectic it's sleazy

But I guess that the streets is harder

Trying to survive in the life of a young godfather

My homies is making it elsewhere

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

We both had dreams of being great

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shaped

It's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

To be great, I'm giving it all it takes

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

I gotta take, my place or fall from grace

The foolish way, the pace is quick and great

Smiling face, to hide the trace of hate

But my homie would never do me wrong

That's why I wrote this song, if you ever need me it's on

No matter who the foe they must fall

Us against them all I'm down to brawl if my homies call

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2Pac - R U Still Down (Remember Me) Lyrics

2Pac - R U Still Down (Remember Me) Video

R U Still Down (repeat 3X)

 

Verse One: 2Pac

 

Now up and at em it's on, I was raised to be strong

And Mama told me be a Thug since the day I was born

I came up, out the gutter never changed my style

Got for real about my papers, cause the game was wild

And the fame was a plot to try to change me

And what's strange is nobody knew my name 'fore it came

Now the whole world is calling me a, killer

All I ever did, was try to reach the kids with the real

All the time I was ballin, never heard my friends callin

Couldn't stop myself from fallin, I'm all in

Shit's gettin sleazy, believe me

Best to take what ya need, but don't be greedy

Cause in my mind, I see sunshine, I thought

I didn't have to run, now I'm duckin from the gun yellin, 'One-Time'

Take your time to feel my record, and if you did

Chill a second, my blind method, will still wreck it

My young homies stay strong

I wonder if they'll listen to a nigga when he gone, R U Still Down?

 

Chorus: 2Pac

 

Raise em up... R U Still Down?

(repeat 5X)

 

Verse Two: 2Pac

 

I'm gettin high, so a nigga think he touch the sky

Turn tough inside, in the rush to die

Livin life as a Thug time to face the truth

What's goin on with the wasted youth, please God

Come and save me (save me), had to work with what ya gave me

And got a nigga goin crazy

I can't read the signs, I'm blind, but a nigga know

He need his nine, cause times, they ain't what they used to be

Ain't a penitentiary built big enough for me

And my niggaz on the streets, man listen

Cause these ain't the old days

Ain't no way I'ma bustin my ass and gettin no pay

It seems I can't find my focus, and homey I ain't paranoid

I seen the future and it's hopeless

Lord knows, its hard on a young scrub

It seems I had less problems when I slung drugs

But since I'm tryin lace niggaz with the game

Wanna see me locked in chains, tryin to dirty up my name

And them same motherfuckers that was callin me

Will be the first to turn their backs, when I'm fallin, see

I should have seen it from the jump, but now it's clear

This one nigga got the town in fear, but R U Still Down

 

Chorus

 

Verse Three: 2Pac

 

I wrote this for my critics and my, enemies

Last year ya used to love me, huh REMEMBER ME

Now ya hate me with a passion, tryin to get me stuck in the mix

I'm stayin sharp, got no time for them tricks

And now they wonder if I'm goin to jail

Just as well, cause my life on the streets a living Hell

And I can't sleep, they got my phone tapped, and mercy Lord

Come get me 'fore they hurt me

Ran outta tears, and through the years couldn't change me

My daddy left me alone, and so I'm angry

I never did nothin wrong, my mama told me, Baby it's on

And now I'm hustlin and bustlin bones

Never said it came easy, I'm makin cheese

Buyin all the things on TV, and gettin skeezed

Wish my homeboys could see me now

Little bad motherfucker runnin wild through the town

Please tell me, R U Still Down?

 

R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me (repeat 2X)

R U Still Down, to raise em up?

 

R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me (repeat 3X)

R U Still Down, to raise em up?

 

R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me (repeat 3X)

R U Still Down, to raise em up?

 

That's right y'all, give them bitches the motherfuckin middle finger

RAISSSSE em up

These hoes can't fade me, don't these bitches know we crazy?

Thug Life, niggaz, be, the sickest

You feel me? Now get that shit written down

God damn!

Took four years and a motherfuckin case for these motherfuckers to feel me

Ain't that a bitch?

 

R U Still motherfucking down?

Old hoe ass fake ass niggaz

We out this motherfucker

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2Pac - Heavy In The Game Lyrics

2Pac - Heavy In The Game Video

(Lady Levi)

Oh, you tink life is yours?

Life ain't na somethin you can rap with

Ooh come na ordinary game

Da game na somethin you can rap with

Me's a player you know?

I do not, play in no game

Me just, make money, dollars, everytime seen?

 

Verse One: 2Pac

 

Now how can I explain how this game laced, plus with this fame

I got enemies do anything to break me, my attitude changed

Got to the point where I was driven, twenty-four/seven

Money's my mission, just tryin to make a livin

These busta tricks don't want no mail

They spendin they riches on skanless bail

Who'll stay petrified in jail

It's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket

Jealous-ass, playa-hatin but we still kick it

Always keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police

Seen so much murder, neighborhoods gettin no sleep

But still, I get my money on major, continuously

Communicatin through my pager, know me

Don't have no homies cause they jealous, I hustle solo

Cause when I'm broke I got no time for the fellas, listen

Ain't nothin poppin 'bout no work, I ain't no joke

Fuck what they say and get your dough

(Game's been good to me)

Heavy in the game

 

(Lady Levi)

Who da bumba claat him a come try take mine?

Oooh, me see you rushin up

(Game's been good to me)

I throw 'im blood claat P.M. to A.M.

All, all da bumba come ya take dis ting

For ya take dis ting for joke?

(I don't care what it did to them

The game's been good to me)

Oh! Dat's right

 

Verse Two: Richie Rich

 

Well lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of stuff..

Certain wanna stick to the game, yousea trick to the game

Waitin upon your turn, so when will you learn?

Ain't no turns given, be twistin and takin it

Puttin they sack down, then puttin they mack down

Me myself I hustle with finesse yes I'm an Oakland baller

Rule number one: check game, and fo' sho' you gon' respect game

Be yo' own, meanin buy yo' own dope

Cause that front is punk, somethin I never funked with

Be true to this game and this game will be true to you

That's real; disrespect, see what this here do to you

That jackin and robbin, despisin your homie

Ain't healthy, endin up dead 'fore they get wealthy

But not me though, I'm sewin somethin major

So what I reap is boss -- that's why my public status is floss

Went from a, young gangsta livin residential

To a, young gangsta workin presidential

(Game's been good to me)

 

(Lady Levi)

Me boy Tu-pac ALWAYS look good

You know that's true 'im look good every time

Ooh, war? Step up

(Game's been good to me)

Can yi know I'm servin up blood claat

Playin yi games

Ooh, we take game, we WON

(I don't care what it did to them

The game's been good to me)

Any by now, all, yi haffa forget fi we WON

Everytime

 

Verse Three: 2Pac

 

I'm just a young black male, cursed since my birth

Had to turn to crack sales, if worse come to worse

Headed for them packed, jails, or maybe it's a hearse

My only way to stack mail, is out here doin dirt

Made my decisions do or die, been hustlin since junior high

No time for askin why, gettin high, gettin mine

Put away my nine, cause these times call for four-five sales

Cause life is hell and everybody dies

What about these people I despise -- them loud talkin cowards

Shootin guns into crowds, jeapordizin lives

Shoot em right between them thugz eyes, it's time to realize

Follow the rules or follow them fools that die

Everybody's tryin to make the news, people confused

Quit tryin to be an O.G. and pay your dues

If you choose to apply yourself, go with the grain

And come the riches and the girls and the fame

Heavy in the game

(Game's been good to me)

 

(Lady Levi)

Boy, ya nah bitch!

Major that's true we look good everytime

When we at Beers Diamond

And Tupac drives vintage car

(Game's been good to me)

And fi dem frame dem look good, oh no?

This whole world ya call on

Gonna mass on a face

(I don't care what it did to them

The game's been good to me)

For any, section of bumba ras claat, oh!

Flush it! .. Oh!

Nobody wan come test me y'know

True dem we a drive pretty car

Wanna no part of any ting

And now you wan come drown a gun

But ya see we know, you haffa show 'im MAXIMUM respect

For when a blood claat run or when a pussy walk up

We look good everytime

Nuff dollars, DOLLARS

Y'know about dollars dem right?

But we nah talk no shit

We haffa walk de walk for we a talk, see it?

Cause action, action speak louder dan words

You know da record!

Don't blood claat ting at ALL

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2Pac - Outlaw Lyrics

2Pac - Outlaw Video

(Tupac)

That's right nigga you gotta get your papers in this motherfucker

I ain't mad at ya at all (damn)

Aiyyo, what the fuck you wanna be when you grow up RahRah?

 

(RahRah) Nigga, is you stupid, I wanna be a motherfuckin Outlaw

(Tupac) That's right nigga, hahaha.. housin these hoes, you feel me?

(RahRah) Aight, knowhatI'msayin?

(Tupac) You got to do that shit, keepin it real nigga or what?

(RahRah) Keepin it real!

(Tupac) How old are you nigga?

(RahRah) I'm eleven

 

(Tupac)

Cause all I see is, murder murder, my mind state

Preoccupied with homicide, tryin to survive through this crime rate

Dead bodies at block parties, those unlucky bastards

Gunfire now they require many closed caskets

Who can you blame? It's insane what we dare do

Witnessin evil that these men do, bitches sin too

In fact they be the reasons niggaz get to bleedin

For the fuckin fire when I leave em, you shoulda seen em

Hostile hoes catch elbows (beotch!) and foes disposed of

And snitches get dealt with, with no love

Body bags of adversaries that I had to bury

I broke the law and they jaw, all in the same flurry

But never worry, they'll remember me through history

Causin motherfuckers to bleed, they'll label me a

 

* Chorus *

Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (They came in to sin)

Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (Dear God, I wonder could you save me?)

 

(Tupac)

Before I close my eyes I fantasize I'm livin well

When I awake and realize I'm just a prisoner in hell

Just as well, cause in my cell I'm keepin pictures of these bastards

Excersisin, visualizin, everyone inside a casket

Picture me blasted, surrounded by niggaz in masks

Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass

Will I last? Heaven or Hell? Freedom or jail?

Shit's hard, who can you tell? and if we fail?

High speeds, and thai weed on the freeway

When will they learn to take it easy? Uh

Drivebys and niggaz die, murder without a motive

By making motherfuckers fry

Got me runnin from these coward-ass crooked-ass cops

Helicopters tryin to hover over niggaz till we drop

Got no time for the courts, my only thought is open fire

Hit the district attorney, but fuck that bitch, cause she's a liar

Now it's time to expire, I see the judge, spray the bitch

Motherfuckers is crooked, is what I scream, and hit the fence

I commence to get wicked, spittin rounds as the plot thickens

Never missin an early grave is my only mission

If I die, never worry, bury me beside my four-five

May God forgive me, I was high, label me a

 

* Chorus *

 

(Dramacydal)

Society lied to me, I ain't never gonna try to be

My mob'll be doin robberies, and stickups on these wannabe's

I witnessed niggaz lose they chest

For ordinary reasons niggaz bodies put to rest

So I just.. swallow my Beck's and holla, Fuck em!

And if I'm next.. just let a nigga step with somethin

I ain't fearin nuttin

 

Young and thuggin, prepared for bustin if that's my destiny

Ready for whatever, see you niggaz can't get the best of me

(hold me down) Definitely no need for askin

(now we mashin) Top speed (smokin weed) blastin (biotch!)

 

Cause when I bust em they gonna shiver, the killer squad soldiers

Got bodies floatin' in the river, what is they sayin?

Talkin bout prayin -- they need to stop, that ain't gon' help

These niggaz sprayin up my block, tryin to take my wealth

 

* Chorus 2X *

 

(Tupac)

Fuck the judge, I gotta grudge

Punk police, niggaz run the streets

Hahah, it ain't nuttin but muuuuzik

Shit's changed

1995 the game has changed, motherfuckers is actin REAL strange

The rules is all rearranged

You got babies lyin dead in the streets

These punk police is crooked as me

But all I see is motherfuckers actin less than G's

Stop bein a playa-hater, be a innovator nigga

Fuck that shit, don't be no entertainer and a stranger

Be a real motherfucker keep it real pack that steel

Cause you know these streets is real deal

Muh'fuckers wanna see me in my casket

Jealous, motherfuckin bastards

I never die, thug niggaz multiply

Cause after me is Thug Life baby

Then the young thugs

Then the youngest thug of all my nigga RahRah

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2Pac - Niggaz Nature Lyrics

2Pac - Niggaz Nature Video

(Lil' Mo)

Tupac and Lil' Mo, hmm, how gangsta is that?

Hehe... ooooh oooh, ooooh oooh, ooooh oooh (Mo keeps harmonizing in the background) (2Pac)

One two... to a nigga nature, haha...

No need to cry now, go wipe your tears, be a woman

Why you actin surprised? You saw the bullshit

Comin fake hair, fake nails, fake eyes too

So why you, bound to fuck wit fake guys too

Aint nothin' hard about it why you lookin sad? Shoulda though about it

Say you learned, I truly doubt it

I guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love

Gettin freaky with the thug niggaz up in the club

Ask to buy you a drink, you holla Dom Perignon

Knowin I'm a cash getter still I, remain calm

Let you chill with me; plus you was smilin 'til the bill miss me

That's what you get for tryin to dick me

Missed me with that Buy me this, buy me that syndrome shit

Bitch get a job if you wanna be rich

Gettin mad cause I cursed and I scream I hate'cha

Introduced you to a nigga nature, feel me? (Chorus: Lil' Mo)

Kissed the girls, made them cry

Thuggin life, and gettin high

Why you gangsta, all the time?

That's a thug's nature

Though sometimes, I can deal with it

I realize, that I'm feelin it

It's a love and hate relationship

But that's a thug's nature (add to line four of Chorus first time:) That's a nigga nature (2Pac)

I'm probably too nice at first, I let you kiss me where it hurts

Me and you gettin busy, slingin dick in the dirt

Met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it

See us, tounge kissin, you was truly with it

Little ecstacy, Hennesey, mix with me

Picture me pay for pussy when the dick's for free

Hey now, where my niggaz at? Tell these hoes

Before I pay; I jerk off, word to Moses

Visions of you sittin there sweaty and wet

Pointin to the places that you want me to hit

Give me room all up in the womb, call the cops

Nigga, hittin walls 'til them bastard drop

Label me Makaveli thug nigga with bite

Livin life like a rock star's Friday night

Make money, get pussy, always keep a pager

Cell phone in the ride to complete my nature now! (2Pac)

Haha... started as a seed from the semen; straight outta papa's nuts

Lustin for creamin bitches with big butts

Curves make a nigga cry, tits and shit

When I'm locked down beggin you for porno flicks

Sneak weed in, help a nigga pass the time

Put my name tattoo'd so that ass is mine

Tell everybody; 'Pac put it down for good

A local legend through the whole hood, follow me

I got a gun on me, goin for none on the run baby

You know a nigga need some, is my son crazy?

Why I cry, when I be thuggin til I die

Picture a nigga in heaven, high off weed I fly

Got me missin dead homies wishin phonies would die

Hit the weed and hope it get me high; dear God

Understand my ways, livin major

Blessed with a thug's heart... and a real live nigga nature (add to line four of Chorus:) That's a nigga nature

(add to line eight of Chorus:) Cause that's a nigga nature (add to line four of Chorus:) Hey, just be a nigga nature

(add to line eight of Chorus:) Cause that's a nigga nature (2Pac) It ain't my fault

(Lil' Mo) Hehe, Q. D., where you be? Ahh

(2Pac) Don't blame me blame my momma, a nigga nature (Lil' Mo)

QD3, and Lil' Mo

Tupac, puttin it down fo' sho' (Cause that's a nigga nature)

I realize, that I'm feelin it

Cause that's a thug nature

Though sometimes I can deal with it

I realize, I'm feelin it

Love and hate, relationship

Cause that's a thug's nature (Cause that's a nigga nature)

Yeah yeah yeah... yeah yeah yeah...

Yeahhh yeah... and that's a thug's nature Where you at? Holla at Cp crew

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2Pac - U Don't Have 2 Worry Lyrics

2Pac - U Don't Have 2 Worry Video

Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't wanna ride with me nigga

C'mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin car man

Yo why you trippin man? Get in the fuckin car man

Get in the fuckin car... get in the car

(Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car

Cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin at it

It ain't even that deep baby)

 

You don't have to worry you can ride with me now

Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now

Only got one click, we Outlawz on the Row

Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes

 

(2Pac)

Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes

No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown

My unknown tendencies to mash my car

Getting wicked with my ski mask, find the stash and dump

While niggaz run I'm the last one standin, the rest die

Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside

Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views

Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew

Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit

Niggaz die by my orders when I wrote this shit

Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters

Niggaz tried to kill me, and I fed they wife and they daughters

Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash

Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past

Why you change, it's a cold world taught me life

Retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right

Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick

Bullshit nigga cause I'm still fuckin yo' bitch

Niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change?

Fuck with me, all this shit pay, nigga fuck the fame

 

(Young Noble)

Don't remember Hit 'Em Up, don't make us do it once... more

Yo' niggaz know, you ain't fucking with them Out... lawz

We keep souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn

Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin

Don't nobody give a fuck cause you done crossed the game

Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame

You made yo' bed nigga lay in it

Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it

It's not a game only got one click we Outlawz from the do'

Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin the flo'

We dirty as the motherfuckin streetz of Jerz

We sweep niggaz with the words though the heat's preferred

Holla

 

You don't have to worry you can ride with me now

Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now

Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row

Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know

 

(Napoleon)

'Pac I wish I was in the motherfuckin car wit'cha

I'd have took every bullet that they threw, hand of God nigga

I only got one click, Outlawz 'til I'm gone

Heavy in the game and we coming for they fuckin throne

The love is gone well it is what it is

And plottin on us, they best be prayin for they kids, mayne

You don't have to worry cause I ride for ya

Like K said over loyal even tell bout a lie for ya

You put me in the game and dog I owe it all to ya

And when it get to poppin I'ma fuckin ball for ya

And everything I do gon' have your names on it

I'll never let them forget I put my seeds on it

 

(Kastro)

You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth

In the middle of the desert nigga lace your boots

As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest

You studio niggaz still remind your vest

Why the fuck you ain't done yet swallow yo' teeth

In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat

Fuck a glock nine that shit is weak on the streets

And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat

If your life in another nigga hand, you deaded

And if it's beef and your man disappear then don't sweat it

Another fake nigga usin my strengths to get credit

I mean (?) face sound scared but your heartbeat said it

 

(Young Noble)

I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty

But now I'm a rider, connivin gutsy

And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me

And that's how I'ma go about it 'til somebody bust me

I play for keeps like the OG's raised me

If I sleep I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby?

And I think I'm goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner

I've been drinkin on the daily, I can hardly remember

I got bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me

I love the Lord but the church can't cure me

I sleep light, I wake peekin out my window

With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow

And that's the way it's gonna be 'til they bury me

But don't twist it cause none of y'all niggaz worry me

 

(Outlawz)

What the fuck you didn't know?

Kizza Kastro, Young Noble with the criminal flow

You nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt

Y'all niggaz can't fade me with the clippers

We put it down, look around, 'til we find you we hound

Penitentiary bound, to remind you

 

(Kadafi)

Kadafi I bring the lingo to the click

Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin through your chimney like Kris Kringle

On some shit, get me free to let my ice click

Ka pling, ka plow, I been a thug shootin slugs since a child

 

Let the punks know (repeat 3X)

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2Pac - Changed Man Lyrics

2Pac - Changed Man Video

(2Pac Talking)

Shit, I'm a changed man

Hey turn the lights up

Still ballin', 2Pac up in this bitch

You know how we swing this shit

Look:

 

(Verse 1: 2pac)

 

By age 16 I sold to dope fiends

Not a drug dealer but I watched them closely

Until they noticed me

I got the feds wondering who broke the law

Fuck too inhibited for gun smoke I broke his jaw

Words harder than a fucking diamond

Mobile phone call to Simon, niggas trippin' homie, when we riding?

Fuck 'em slowly like Jodeci

I'd stick a needle in my eye

If I don't live and die for M.O.B

And fuck your homeboys nigga we can drop the guns

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Nigga one on one

Last to fall is a baller cat

It's Death Row why the fuck u think we call it that?

So if u knew me in my past life

Don't act like we homeboys

Ain't no love in the fast life

I switch gears on them jealous bitches

Who do you fear?

The game plan of a changed man

So what I'm saying is ..

 

(Chorus)

I changed gears but I'm still the same old ridah

(Fucking with a changed man)

I slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it up

(Nigga you fucking with a changed man)

All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up

(Fucking with a changed man)

Changed man, you dealing with a changed man

 

(Hey, eh, eh, hey, eh)

 

(Verse 2)

In drop top

Glock cocked

Got rocks in ma socks

Cops spot Watt niggas

But hard to stop niggas

Not if the gat niggas

Doughboys and hot niggas

Who might have shot niggas

But only by strolling

Out for respect

Now days they expect me to be in a Ferrari or the old Lexus

But anything you see flashin past and can't tell

That's me

Gauge on the Escalade back seat

Don't creep

But what u think

T.I. be in them suites?

But don't sleep

Get u hit from your head to feet

Hey u don't know me

I'm fittin' to introduce you to the old me

You walk in, explode it and leave reload

You don't like a record nigga buck you, blow

But you will respect me

Or get it in your neck piece chief

No grief nigga still gonna let me be

Or get your insides exposed to the streets, nigga

 

(Chorus)

 

I changed plans but I'm still the same old ridah

(Your fucking with a changed man)

Slanging new dope to the world but the people still buy it up

(Nigga you fucking with a changed man)

All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up

(Fucking with a changed man)

Changed man, you dealing with a changed man

 

(Verse 3: 2Pac)

A niggas so cold when I flow

Bow down to death row

Three wheel motion

Coming through coasting

Who's that nigga in the g-ride

Screaming out m.o.b

Nigga we ride

I hit the charts like a stick up kid

Number one in the nation

I fucked the world

The judge gave me probation

Faced with incarceration

Move tapes like it's big weights

Slanging to the whole nation

Give me mine or I'm blastin';

On every song

Murder my enemies

I'm mashing until I'm gone

One love to my thug niggas

And fuck a bitch cause a truce is to love niggas

Throw your hands in the air close your eyes and hope

You ever come against a mass of smoke

On Death Row

My adversaries bleed

But fuck em all 'till the talk cease

Fucking with a changed man

 

(Chorus)

 

I changed plans but I'm still the same old ridah

(You fucking with a changed man)

Slanging new dope to the world but the people still buy it up

(Nigga you fucking with a changed man)

All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up

(Fucking with a changed man)

Changed man, you dealing with a changed man

 

(2Pac Talking) (over chorus)

Haha, everybody think they understand a nigga

Shit u niggas don't know me

Ya'll know that nigga on the rap songs

Ya'll know that nigga in the movies

You don't know this nigga in 3d

The real live right up against u in front of your face.... (shit)

Westside

Outlaw immortals (hahaha)

Nigga you fucking with a changed man (hahaha)

You fucking with a changed man (hahaha)

I ain't the same, you fucking with a changed man

We ain't the same, you fucking with a changed man

We ain't the same, fucking with a changed man

Changed man ...

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2Pac - Killuminati Lyrics

2Pac - Killuminati Video

(2Pac)

Let it be prophesized; niggaz'll die because ya crew's goon

Around the way niggaz get murdered by the full moon

Heard it in whispered tones

Niggaz is bold and they choose to roll

I kill em all, watch now nigga truth be told

Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter

Niggaz dyin by my 30-yard, brains'll splatter

Wonder why these niggaz cross me

I'm certified crazy, so sick the world made me

Now diggy-die, everytime I ride it's for reasons

Hard to kill a nigga cause I'm comin back like Jesus

Bow down to my ill nation runnin from drug cases

Lookin at my congregation so full of thug faces

Momma gave a nigga breath, a life of stress

I invest in a vest and makin niggaz watch they every step

Label me a threat

And I ain't even got started with this shit yet

Thug style baby, hands on my pistol, listen I'm a ridah

Every nigga breathin pay attention

Bout to show you motherfuckers how it feel, to drop a body

The simple gun to my lifestyle, Killuminati

 

Chorus: Kastro + 2Pac

 

(Kas) Yo Makaveli they can't stop you

(Pac) Hold it down

(Kas) Killuminati and we got you, got you

Yo Makaveli they can't stop you

(Pac) Hold it down

(Kas) Killuminati and we got you, got you

Yo Makaveli they can't stop you

(Pac) Hold it down

(Kas) Killuminati and we got you, got you

Yo Makaveli they can't stop you

(Pac) Hold it down

(Kas) Killuminati and we got you, got you

 

(2Pac)

After the fire comes the rain, after pleasure there's pain

Even though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin again

Til I make it yo; my military be prepared for them bustaz

Similar to, bitches that scary, get too near me we rushin

Visions of over-packed prisons, fiends and niggaz thug livin

Pressures and three strikes, I hope they don't test us

They pull the heater ammunition it cranks, psssh

Move without a sound, as we slide down, pistols in place

They got me fiendin for currency, the money be callin

It's like I'm dreamin, see in season me ballin

Participated in felonious behavior

Cock the cocked fo'-five, snatchin niggaz pagers

Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit

We started out drinkin 40's, moved to harder shit

God damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man

Nigga got my own plan, and it's called Killuminati

 

Chorus (w/ minor variations)

 

(E.D.I. Amin)

I spend most of my time bankin niggaz

Because they hate a nigga, comin across fake niggaz

But we made niggaz, old school and I'm thinkin

Y'all some bitch made niggaz and you steadily sinkin

O-U-T, L-A-W-Z ain't nuttin fuckin with that

We bustin back comin back for the stacks

Laugh last cash cash, all I want is the paper

Givin them fuckers tool whips, I rule haters

Y'all can't fade us, we kill steal and peal quickly

The boss niggaz, definitely, put it down strictly

E.D.I. Amin, until the law come for me

Kill em all for shortie, ninety-nine Killuminati

 

(Kadafi)

They got me thinkin strugglin and hustling's my only fate

Toppin grams on the kichen plate, tryin to keep that money straight

Times is rollin three up these streets sleep

But when I crack, hammer cocked back rapped in my sheets

My life's been crossed, crooked since a seed it hurts

Got a package from the devil, payin my deeds

Preocuppied by the greed, in this crooked life I lead

More funds to spend, or bigger guns to squeeze

Me and my thugs clock G's simpin naughty thangs

Real as these tatt's on my body, and it's Killuminati

 

Chorus

 

(2Pac)

Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain

Hold it down, hold it down

Makaveli up in this bitch, worldwide mash, Westside

Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain

The question we ask, do you know what time it is?

Hold it down, hold it down

You know what type of shit we be

Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain

You want that hip-hop real

It's that hip-hop that's real

Hold it down, hold it down

Hip-hop that's worldwide, feel?

Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain

Fuck with me nigga you get killed!

Hold it down, hold it down

It don't get no realer than this

Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain

What's my motherfuckin name nigga?

Hold it down, hold it down

My niggaz we all bad

Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain

What's my muh'fuckin name nigga?

Hold it down, hold it down

What's my muh'fuckin name?

Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain

Outlawz in this BITCH

Rap pro at his finest

Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain

Repeat! Death Row at it's finest

Nigga, you know what time it is

Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain..

Outlawz..

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2Pac - Words Of Wisdom Lyrics

2Pac - Words Of Wisdom Video

Killing us one by one

In one way or another

American will find a way to eliminate the problem

One by one

The problem is

The troubles in the black youth of the ghettos

And one by one

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

At an extremly alarming rate

And even more alarming is the fact

That we are not fighting back

Brothers, sistas, niggas

When I say niggas it is not the nigga we are grown to fear

It is not the nigga we say as if it has no meaning

But to me

It means Never Ignorant Getting Goals Acomplishes, nigga

Niggas what are we going to do

Walk blind into a line or fight

Fight and die if we must like niggas

 

This is for the masses the lower classes

The ones you left out, jobs were givin', better livin'

But we were kept out

Made to feel inferior, but we're the superior

Break the chains in our brains that made us fear yah

Pledge allegiance to a flag that neglects us

Honour a man that who refuses to respect us

Emancipation Proclamation, please!

Lincoln just said that to save the nation

These are lies that we all accepted

Say no to drugs but the governments' keep it

Running through our community, killing the unity

The war on drugs is a war on you and me

And yet they say this is the Home of The Free

But if you ask me its all about hyprocracy

The constitution, Yo, it don't apply to me

Lady Liberty still the bitch lied to me

Steady strong nobody's gonna like what I pumpin'

But its wrong to keeping someone from learning something

So get up, its time to start nation building

I'm fed up, we gotta start teaching childern

That they can be all that they wanna to be

There's much more to life than just poverty

 

This is defaintly ahhh words of wisdom

AMERIKA, AMERIKA, AMERIKKKA

I charge you with the crime of rape, murder, and assault

For suppressing and punishing my people

I charge you with robery for robbing me of my history

I charge you with false imprisonment for keeping me

Trapped in the projects

And the jury finds you guilty on all accounts

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Prosecutor do you have any more evidience

 

Words of Wisdom

They shine upon the strength of an nation

Conquer the enemy on with education

Protect thy self, reach with what you wanna do

Know thy self, teach what we been through

On with the knowledge of the place, then

No one will ever oppress this race again

No Malcolm X in my history text

Why is that?

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Why is Martin Luther King in my book each week?

He told blacks, if they get smacked, turn the other cheek

I don't get it, so many questions went through my mind

I get sweated, They act as if asking questions is a crime

But forget it, one day I'm gonna prove them wrong

Now every brother had to smother on the welfare line

The american dream, though it seems it attainable

They're pulling your sleave, don't believe

Cause it will strangle yah

Pulling the life of your brain, I can't explain

Beg as you can obtain from which you came

Swear that your mother is living in equality

Forgeting your brother that's living her apology

Thought they had us beat when they took our kids

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

Words of Wisdom

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

Words of Wisdom

 

NIGHTMARE thats what I am

America's nightmare

I am what you made me

The hate and evil that you gave me

I shine of a reminder of what you have done to my people

For Four hundred plus years

You should be scared

You should be running

You should be trying to silence me

Ha ha

But you can not escape fate

Well it is my turn to come

Just as you rose you shall fall

By my hands

Amerika, You reap what you sow

2pacalypse America's Nightmare

Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob America's Nightmare

Above the Law America's Nightmare

Paris America's Nightmare

Public Enemy America's Nightmare

Krs-One America's Nightmare

Mutulu Shakur America's Nightmare

Geronimo Pratt America's Nightmare

Assada Shakur America's Nightmare

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2Pac - Shorty Wanna Be A Thug Lyrics

2Pac - Shorty Wanna Be A Thug Video

Say he wanna be

Shorties gonna be a Thug

Said he wanna be

One day he's gonna be

Said he's wanna be

Shorties gonna be's a Thug

Said he's gonna be

One day he gonna be

Say he wanna be

Shorties gonna be a Thug

Said he gonna be

One day he's gonna be

Said he wanna be

Shorties gonna be a Thug

 

Verse One:

He was a nice middle class nigga

But nobody knew the evil he'd do When he got a little bigger

Get off the final blaze

While puffing on a Newport

Plottin' on a another way to catch a case

Was only sixteen, yet convicted as a felon

With a bunch of old niggas

But you the only one who ain't telling

I tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

You tell me its a man's world, play the rules

And fade fools, 'n break rules until we major

Blaze up, getting with hoes through my pager

Was raised up, commencing to money makin' tactics

It's getting drastic, niggas got automatics

My fingers on the trigga, Tell the lord

To make way for another straight Thug Nigga

I'm sitting getting buzzed, looking for some luv

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug

 

Chorus

 

Verse Two:

Straight from the Hall to the Penn

Adolescent nigga scaling weight and standing Six feet Ten

He carried weight like a Mack truck

Gonna bust on some playa haters

If the mutha fuckas act tuff

Then thats when the lethal weapon with the razor

This little nigga smoking weed and getting blazed up

No one could figure, when the guns blast pull the trigga

Could take the life of a young nigga guns bigger

No mother and father, you see, the niggas all alone

Old timers my role model, the war zone

Released with this game 'til its a part of me

My heart don't beat no fear and it ain't hard to see

The future is looking dim

I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sin

I'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug

 

Chorus

 

Outro:

Shorty gonna be a thug

 

You little bad ass nigga, to the young niggas

Gotta stay sharp nigga, play your part

You got plenty of time (you bad mutha fuckas)

You only get three mistakes, then thats life, big baby (niggas craaazy)

Watch the signs

Damn, you ain't but sixteen nigga?

Sixteen?!?!

That's a bad muthafucker

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2Pac - It Ain't Easy Lyrics

2Pac - It Ain't Easy Video

Keepin it real

 

Verse One: 2Pac

 

I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other side

Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry

A damn shame, when will we ever change

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain

Arguements with my Boo is true

I spend mo' time with my niggaz than I do with you

But everywhere it's the same thang, that's the game

I'll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame

I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows

Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold

Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas

Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uhh

It ain't easy, that's my motto

Drinkin Tanqueray straight out the bottle

Everybody wanna know if I'm insane

My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games

And all the drama got me stressin like I'm hopeless, I can't cope

Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

Watchin the cops roll by

It ain't easy... that's right

 

Chorus: 2Pac

 

It ain't easy, being me

Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free

(repeat 3X)

 

Verse Two: 2Pac

 

I can't sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while I'm dreamin

Wake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers schemin

Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizin

A brother bite the bullet, open fire and I died

I wonder why this the way it is, even now

Lookin out for these killer kids, cause they wild

Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin

Doin twenty to life in San Quentin

Gettin calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Yo 'Pac, do something righteous witcha life

And even thou you innocent you still a nigga, so they figure

Rather have you behind bars than triggers

But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin shots

Til I see my niggaz free on the block

But no it ain't easy, hahahah

Til I see my niggaz free, on the block, oh

It ain't easy

 

Chorus 2.75

 

Verse Three: 2Pac

 

Lately been reminiscin

Bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block

Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks

It's the project kid without a conscience, I'm havin dreams

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

I was only seventeen, when I started servin fiends

And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar

So my apoli', casue these hard times make me wanna holler

Will I live to see tommorrow, am I fallin off?

I hit the weed and then proceed to say fuck all of y'all

Ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin, I can't go home

Cause muh-fuckers think I'm buggin, so now I'm in

This high powered cell at the county jail

Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Do I do in these county blues

Gettin battered and bruised by the you know who

And these fakes get to shakin when they face me

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me

Sittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggaz yell

Tryin to torture em to tell, I'm gettin mail

But ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Is makin bucks while these sluts is gettin fucked

They violated my probation, and it seems

I'll be goin on a long vacation, meanwhile

It ain't easy

No it ain't easy

 

Chorus

 

Chorus

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2Pac - When Thugz Cry Lyrics

2Pac - When Thugz Cry Video

Intro:

When Thugz Cry

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray to Lord my guns to keep

If I die before I wake

I pray to Lord my soul to take

Got us dyin'

When Thugz Cry

Times is hard

 

Verse One:

Born thuggin' and lovin'

The way I came up, big money clutchin'

Bustin' while evadin' cocaine bust

My po's rushin'

To my cushin' into insanity

They shot at my cousin, now we bustin' at they whole family

These cowards wanna see me buried,

I aint worried

I got a loan on the D.A. cause I'm fuckin' the secretary

 

I black out, start cussin', bust 'em and touch 'em all

They panicin', bitches duckin'

I rush 'em and fuck 'em all

Probably be an old man before I understand

Why I had to live my life with pistols close in hand

Kidnapped my homie sister cut her face up bad

The even raped her so we blazed they pad

Automatic shots rang out on every block

The puttin hits on the politicians even cops

I ain't lyin', they got me sleeping' with my infrared beams

And in my dreams I hear muthafuckas screamin'

What's the meanin'?

When thugz cry

 

Chrous:

Oh why

Should you send your child off to die

In the streets of chalk

When they die

Let the rocks cry out

When thugz cry

Dear God

(when thugz cry)

Oh why

Does it have to be this way Ahh

Children of today won't stay by

(when thugz cry)

Let the children hear

When thugz cry

Dear God

Oh why

(Ha)

 

Verse two:

Maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin'

Where is the love, never quit my ambitions to thug

Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary

Niggers I used to love enclosed in penitentiaries

Still homie keep it real, how does it feel?

To loose your life over something that you did as a kid

You all alone no communication, block on the phone

Don't get alone with your pops and plus your moms is gone

Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in this song

To help us grow in time but now our minds are gone

We went from brothers and sisters to niggers and bitches

We went from welfare livin' to worldwide riches

But somethin' change in this dirty game

Everything strange, lost all my homies over cocaine, Man

See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie

See, you gotta get high or die

Cause even thugz cry

 

Chorus:

Oh why

Should you send your child off to die

In the streets of chalk

(when thugz cry)

When they die

(We don't shed a tear, she shed blood)

Let the rocks cry out

When thugz cry

(Do you still wanna be a thug)

Dear God

Oh why

Does it have to be this way Ahh

Children of today won't stay by

Let the children hear

When thugz cry

Dear God

Oh why

 

Verse three:

And all I see are these paranoid bitches, illegal inventions

Bustin' muthafuckas with uppercuts, I leave 'em with dentures

Cause in my criminal mind nobody violates the Don

I write your name on a piece of paper, and now your family's gone

Well perpetrate like you could handle my team

So merciless in mind try to take command of your dreams

Leavin' muthafuckas drownin' in they own blood

Clown and takin' pictures

Later laugh at the punk bitches that turned snitches

Regulate my area the terror I represent

Make your people disapear, your wonderin' where they went

Am I cold, or is it just I sold my soul?

Addicted to the streets

Never found true peace I'm told

Come take my body, God

Don't let me suffer any longer

Smoke a pound of marijuana so I know it ain't long

Where is the end to all my misery?

Is there a close?

I suppose that's why I murder my foes

When thugz cry

 

Chorus:

Oh why

Should you send your child off to die

In the streets of chalk

(I shed tattoo tearz for years)

When they die

Let the rocks cry out

(To my dead homeboyz and the prison peace)

When thugz cry

Dear God

Oh why

(Yall ain't never heard my bries, nigga, what about if you would die)

Does it have to be this way Ahh

Children of today won't stay by

Let the children hear

When thugz cry

Dear God

 

*repeat chorus until fade*

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2Pac - My Closest Roaddogz Lyrics

2Pac - My Closest Roaddogz Video

Me and my closest road dogz

To my dog named Musolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby

The return of the mashers, you know how we do it

Hahaha!

 

(2Pac)

Shit half the times we flaunt cause trouble

My closest road dog it was cool cause I love you

Fuck what they talkin bout

Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty nine

Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind

Little nappy haired juveniles, livin wild

No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin cases

Indeed, it was misery

Driven by my own demons, cause they was killin me

How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?

Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon

It's gettin deeper now, let me get yo' mind right

Fuck yo' enemies, nigga grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night

Murder murder Mr. Lucifer

Pictures of the devil DUCK when he shoot at cha, it's all political

Runnin from the future, escapin in the fog

Live yo' life like a hog nigga, me and my closest road dogz

 

(Chorus: sung)

Every ghetto street got a crosswalk

Let me get to the other side with my road dogz

All roam in the scary place called home

Take a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a stop sign

Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?

Even when I'm goin through hard times

I still got my closest road dogz lookin out for all mine

 

(2Pac)

Haha... bring artillery and ROLL with a nigga

They could never take the soul of a M. O. B. soldier nigga

Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em Makaveli

Boy youse a boss player, that's what all the bitches tell me

Even if I died now

I live my life eternally and never lie down, why cry now?

Fooled a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin to hear it

Evil spirits hide at total strangers, yo' life's in danger

Prepare nigga be aware, cause we ain't scared

M. O. B., 'til I die, when we ride niggaz disappear

Fill 'em up with pistol smoke

Never forget to blow a hole in his head

For leakin information to the feds

The burnin bed was the tellin sign

Two hired guns bustin everyone, yellin everybody die

Why the fuck they fuck around, we left 'em in the fog

Bleedin like a stuck hog, me and my closest road dogz

 

(2Pac)

Fuck they feelings, that's what they get for squealin

That's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dealin

See me in physical form, my niggaz swarm

Take the figure of a circle beatin jealous niggaz 'til they purple

Simon Says take they heads homies

And send them phony motherfuckers to dwell with all they dead homies

Fishin for fake niggaz, observe and shake niggaz

The only way to see six figures, is break niggaz

Me and Musolini set to ride we high

Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way

Labelled a Capo in the mob as big as the globe

To live and die as a millionaire, on...

Set to explode, my M. O., is kill them hoes

My pistol's like a disease, my enemies and foes

Get murdered and disposed of, we in the fog

Makaveli the Don, and my closest road dogz

 

(Chorus 2X)

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2Pac - Starin' Through My Rear View Lyrics

2Pac - Starin' Through My Rear View Video

Starin through my rearview

Just lookin back at the world

From another level

Starin..

 

Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops

Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop

I wonder when the world stopped caring last night

Two kids shot while the whole block staring

I will never understand this society, first they try

To murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed

All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's

Crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Flee when they see me, believe me

Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen

Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan

And we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again

 

I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners

Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya

One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

 

I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true

While I'm starin at the world through my rearview,

See I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true

While I'm starin at the world through my rearview see

They got me starin at the world through my rearview

Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you

I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die

Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers

They got me starin at the world through my rearview

Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you

I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we)

Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers

 

(E.D.I.)

Now you see em, now you don't, some niggaz

Be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em?

Well let's see, it seems to be a mystery

But all I know I never let the money get to me

Stay down like the, truest

Thug life until I check out of this bitch, I thought you'd know this

Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to

While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview

Half you, is down with them Outlawz

Outcast, left far, I feel like southpaws

But still we keep mashin til our dreams come through

Starin at the world through my rearview

 

(Tupac)

Now I was raised as a young black male

In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales

Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails

In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me?

Keys to ignition, use at your discretion

Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection

Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin

Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons

Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter

Cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya

Talk to my guns like they fly bitches

All you bustas best to run look at my bitches

 

Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true

Still starin at the world through my rearview

I say

Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true

Still starin at the world through my rearview

They got me starin at the world through my rearview

Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you

I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die

Gettin high, watchin time fly and all my motherfuckers

Starin at the world through my rearview

Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you

I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die

Gettin high, watchin time fly nigga can die

 

(Kadaffi)

Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers

Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers

Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned

In school, on some Million Man March shit for the peace

True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed

Criminally addicted, infested since the seed

We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run

By young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep

Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go

Burn my body with my shotty, or choosin' my dough

So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew

Smoke a blunt for me too while starin through your rearview

 

(Tupac)

Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview

So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin

The world, the world is behind us

Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game

And what the levels and the rules of the game is

Then the world ain't no trick no more

The world is a game to be played

So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us

Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it

It's all about the papers, money rule the world

Bitches make the world go round

Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't

 

Starin at the world through my rearview

Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you

I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die

Gettin high, watchin time fly, ya know

Starin at the world through my rearview

Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you

I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die

Gettin high, watchin time flyand we'll be

Starin at the world through my rearview

Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you

Heart beatin fast... time to die

High, watchin time fly, ya know

Starin at the world through my rearview

Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you heart beatin fast.. time to die

High, watchin time fly

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