2Pac Lyrics
Makavelli
Brenda's Got A Baby
Crooked Ass Nigga
I Don't Give A Fuck
If My Homie Calls
Part Time Mutha
Rebel Of Tha Underground
Something Wicked
Tha Lunatic
Violent
Young Black Male
Brenda's got a Baby
Brenda's got a Baby
I hear Brenda's got a baby
Well, Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame
Tha girl can hardly spell her name
(That's not her problem, that's up ta Brenda's family)
Well let me show ya how it affects tha whole community
Now Brenda never really knew her moms and her dad was a junky
Went in debt to his arms, it's sad
Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
Just cause your in tha ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow
But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes ta resist tha temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch tha joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when tha check came they got first dibs
Now Brendas belly is gettin bigger
But no one seems ta notice any change in her figure
She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
In love with tha molester, who's sexing her crazy
And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together, whatever
He left her and she had tha baby solo, she had it on tha bathroom floor
And didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away and what ta keep
She wrapped tha baby up and threw him in tha trash heep
I guess she thought she'd get away
Wouldn't hear tha cries
She didn't realize
How much tha tha little baby had her eyes
Now tha babys in tha trash heep balling
Momma can't help her, but it hurts ta hear her calling
Brenda wants ta run away
Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, tha social workers here everyday
Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed
So now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sell
So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell
It's payin tha rent, so she really can't complain
Prostitute, fair slang, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby
Baaaaaaaaby
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
Suddenly I see a nigga I don't like Got 'em A smoking ass nigga robbed me blind I got a tek nine now his smoking ass is mine I guess I felt sorry for the bastard, he was broke I didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close He caught me on the sneak tip Now the punks in deep shit Catch him on the streets, bring him to his feet, quick Pass the clip, I think I see him coming now Fuck the bullshit, posse deep and lets run him down Gots to be the first one to hit yah when we meet Coming quickly up the street, is the punk ass police The first one jumped out and said freeze I popped him in his knees and shot him punk please These cops are reminded, and get us as when we rush Now you clear like a bitch cause you don't know how to hush Now back to the smoke of the robbery I tell you like Latifah, mutha-fucker give me body One to the chest, another to his fucking dome Now the shit can rest, yo tell 'em to leave me the fuck alone Two very bloody bodies on the streets A noisey ass cop and a nigga that robbed from me Well from me, back up punk, how you figure My fingers on the trigga for you Crooked ass niggas Crooked ass niggas Criminal Behaviour Suddenly I see a nigga I don't like [Stretch] More to come...
I don't give a fuck They done push me to the limit the more I live 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 cuz 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 mutha-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 Cuz 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 mutha-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 yah figure!? A mutha-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 mutha-fuckas 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 yah 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 mutha 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 yah 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 AmeriKKKa Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mutha fuckas And fuck yah Fuck Y'all Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards 2paclypse mutha 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
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
(cutting and scratching)
She's a part time a part time part time She's a (part time mutha) A part time A part time part time She's a (part time mutha) Meet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac Now what's that say about, this big epidemic This hypocritical world, and the people in it Now speaking of in it Cindi loved to get buckwild Fuck with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles That would be cool, if she was your lover But fuck that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother Welfare checks never stepped through the front door Cuz moms would run to the dopeman once more All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal Now I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel So don't even trip, when I flip, with my thirty-eight Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate Word to the mutha, I'm touched When moms come by, niggaz hush or get rushed Maybe one day she'll recover But what will it take, to shake, or break My part time mutha I gotta live with a part time A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) I grew up in a home where no-one liked me Moms would hit the pipe, everynight, she would fight me Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest He's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dress Just another pest, and yes I was nervous Blood sensor tests, I just don't deserve this I wanna tell mom, but would she listen She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix in So... now I lay me down to sleep Lord don't let him rape me If he does my soul to keep Don't let the devil take me Can't concentrate I contemplate in my classroom Thinkin how my step dad, raped me in the bathroom Every day I make class, and yet I'm missing periods The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearing it I gotta tell mom, before she sees me I told her how he G'd me, and she didn't believe me Callin me a slut cuz my butt's kinda big so Still that ain't no way to be talkin to your kids though I can't believe the way you call it Gotta believe in him, and dissin her own daughter Time for me to break and find another That's when I discovered The ways of the days of a part time mutha I got a part time A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) Part time A part time A part time mutha She's a (part time mutha) I rush to tend her, talked as I touch her She blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust her I'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cot She's gone, and I'm thinkin that my game's so strong Pat myself on the back and move on Is this just how it is hell no Cuz she came back with the kid and yo I been payin ever since The clothes the food the cars and oh the rent All of my time gets spent at the workplace No time to kiss her got me list in the first place So I do the dishes and clean the floor When I sleep I can't dream anymore Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha And I, change the diapers and clean the shit The tables are turned I can't take this Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha A part time A part time mutha Now I'm a part time mutha I'm a (part time mutha) A part time A part time Part time Now I'ma (part time mutha) She's a part time A part time mutha He's a part time mutha She's a (part time mutha) A part time A part time A part time Part time mutha A part time A part time mutha Pa-pa-pa-part time Pa-pa-pa-part time...
Rebel, rebel, rebel They just can't stand the reign Or the occasional pain Of a man like me who goes against the grain. Sometimes I do it in vain So wit the little bass and treble ain't missed a So it's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel. Cold as the devil. Straight from the underground, the rebel alone laughs. They came to see the maniac sychopath. The critics heard of me and the aftermath. I don't give a damn and it shows. A when I do a stage show I wear street clothes. So they all know me: the lyrical lunatic, the maniac MC. I give a shout out to your homies. Maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G. On the streets or on TV, it just don't pay the be a truth tellin MC. They won't be happy till I'm banned. The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man. For point blank in your face, pump up the bass, and join the human race. I throw peace to the Bay. Cuz from the jungle to Oaktown, they backin me up all the way. You know ya gotta love the sound. It's from the rebel: the rebel of the underground. He's the rebel: rebel of the underground Now I'm face to face with the devil. Cuz they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto. And police brutality, Put you in a nip and call it technicality. So you reap what you soe. So read the wrath of the rebel jackin em up once more. Now the fox is in the henhouse. Creepin up on your daughter, while you asleep I got her sneakin out. Tupac ain't nuttin nice. I'll be nothin how I wanna and do it when I'm gonna. Now I'm up to no good. The mastermind of mischief movin more than most could. So sit and slip into the sound. Peep the rebel: the rebel of the underground. He's the rebel: rebel of the underground They say they hate me, they wanna hold me down. I guess they scared of the rebel: the rebel of the underground. But I never let it get me. I just make another record 'bout the punks tryin to sweat me. In fact, they tryin to keep me out. Try to censor what I say cuz they don't like what I'm talkin 'bout. So what's wrong with the media today. Got brothers sellin out cuz they greedy to get paid. But me, I'm comin from the soul. And if it don't go gold, my story still get told. And that way they can't stop me. And if it sells a couple of copies, the punks'll try to copy. It's sloppy, don't even try to. I'm a slave to the rythm and I'm about to fly through. Sold yo(ya-yo) to the people in the ghetto. When ya hear the bass roll, go ahead and let go. Now everybody wanna gangbang. They talkin street slang, but the punk still can't hang. By makin records bout violence But when it comes to the real, some brothers go silent. It kinda make you wanna think about That ya gotta do some sellin out, just to get your record out. But 2pacalpyse is straight down. So feel the wrath of the rebel: the rebel of the underground. 2pac is the rebel: rebel of the underground
Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come More than an adversary I'm very quick I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift I'm equipped to kick Grab you coat and you hat, cause I'm prepared to clamp Scared the [???], and caught them mutha-fuckas damp Oh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped Attacking the pacs, I'm kicking the facts for stacks to rap And those that max, relax and let the blacks get jacks I'm getting taxed, my pacs is packed with angry blacks I'm ready to go I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough Getting the hoes [???] Pumping the flow, gangster ho cause the nose knows Check the pose, froze, when you see me close Punks you gonna roast, host, in a cloud of smoke Broke, choked on a rope, and then smoked wrote, crimes that'll bring me bank notes nope, I ain't the type of fella that you use though Kkkkkkicking the funky flava Pumping [??? ???? ????] producers Run for cover when you hear the bass drop One verse is all it takes Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come Something wicked this way come wicked wicked this way comes wicked wicked this way comes wicked wicked this way comes Something wicked this way come
Tha Lunatic Oh shit! Jumped on my man's dick. Heard he had a 12 inch, now the bitch is love sick. Who's to blame? The guy or the groupie. Heard I was down with DU (Digital Underground). Now she wants to do me. Whoo eee! 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 cuz I rush shit. Hip hip horay for the AK. Spray when I lay competition. What a great day. Make pay. Next is the wet sex. Hex wit the vex. Now they wets with the complex. I'm upset. Wonder what I told Chet. Bloody as coat. Snappin motha fucka's necks. Revenge so sweet when it comes from Niggas gettin dumb with the drun. Whatch my foes run. Niggas keep comin when they can't slip. Follow that shit? Another hit from the lunatic. Yeah, fuck that dog. Word up. Plug niggas out the motha fuckin frame. Now what I'm sayin. Constantly. Fuck that, duke. We ain't havin it. Leave me the fuck alone. You gets none of this. It's suicidal. You lose title like Douglas. Cuz I'm nothing nice and I'm icin like Tyson. I'm grippin the mic and my DJ is slicin. I'm tired of motha fuckad steppin to me with the same ol'. Tryin to do me like Nintendo. How the fuck ya figure I even got this far. By bootin motha fuckas like a shootin star. Cuz I'm out to show that I'm a dope MC. Think crack had ya fiendin? What till they geta load of me. Bitches on my dick like a motha fuckin condom. Niggas wanna flip? Let em step and I'm bomb em. See something ya want? Why don't cha come again. And nigga wax the tax just like the government. Then I'll leave ya sittin there, wonderin where your money went. Why your bitch is callin me, tellin me to come again. Nigga, I'll loc when I smoke on the indo. Hope we can be friends, though, after you get broke like a window. That's what you prevoked. Now ya smoked out. Lookin like a bitch cuz your whole fuckin posse broke out. Punk motha fucka couldn't roll on. He couldn't hold on. The game's fuckin too strong. Nigga, leave me the fuck alone. You gets none of this. Feel the wrath and revenge of the lunatic. Yeah, 2, tell them motha fuckas. Word up. We ain't havin it. None of that shit. Bitch ass niggas. Niggas can't fuck wit us. 91 we takin this whole motha fucka over. Niggas got problems in 91. 92, 93, and all that ovther shit. Word up. Recognize game when it smacks your bitch. I'm back to rip. Puttin us on the map wit this mackin shit. Time will tell if it's made well. Will I raise hell and accell cuz 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 ya know, pull a ?? Ya roll on. Thought you was a pimp, now you simpin for a solo. Oh no, not another new jack. Swearin that he's ruthless. Ducked, now he's fucked. Left toothless. I could hear the fear in ya flow. Ya ain't prepared. You're scared and your bound to go. It's something. I guess I'll let the beat keep bumpin. Stop trippin off these niggas cuz they ain't about nothin. Or should I say nathan. Punk put my tape in. Fuck all the fakin. I'm sick of the bullshit. Come equipped, get ready to rip or get the dick of the lunatic. Yes y'all (Aw yeah, FUCK THAT!.) (Know what I'm sayin?) The motha fuckin lunatic. (Yes 2, tell them niggas what time it is.) Punk motha fuckas. (Niggas can't fuck wit us. Word up.) Get the dick of the lunatic. (Bitch ass niggas. Fuck em.) Fuck all them niggas. I'm tellin these niggas that they ain't got nathan on a nigga like me. We squashin these punk motha fuckas in 91,92,93 and so on. So let the beat flow on. While I spray these punk bitches wit these dope ass lyrics. Thanks to papa for supplying the dank. Now it's money in the bank. And all y'all niggas shit stank compared to this shit. Fuck y'all punk bitches. The lunatic. One verse is all it takes. Something wicked this way comes. ~Chorus repeats~
Fuck a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent)
Just because we play what tha people want, (Violent)
Fuck a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent)
Just because we play what tha people want, (Violent)
Fuck a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent)
Tha cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me
Call me a dope man, cause I rock dope beats
Jacked by tha police, didn't have my ID
I said, excuse me, why ya tryin ta rob me
He had tha nerve to, say that I had a curfew
Get out tha car, or i'lI hurt you
So here I go, I better make my mind up
Pick my 9 up or hit tha line up
I choose B steped into tha streets
Tha first cop grabed me, tha other ripped my seat
They grabed my homie and threw him to tha concrete
(what ya doin man) they tried ta frame me
They tried ta say I had some dope in tha back seat
But, i'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend
My homie packed, he tried ta run
(freeze nigga) I heard a bullet fire from tha cops gun
My homie dropped, so I hit tha cop
I kept swingin,Yo, I couldn't stop
Before I knew it, I was beaten tha cop senseless
Tha other cop dropped his gun, he was defenseless
Now i'm against this cop who was racist
Given him a taste, of tradin places
And all this, cause tha [?...?] was tryin ta frame us, but I came up
Now they claiming that i'm violent
Fuck a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent)
Just because we play what tha people want, (Violent)
Fuck a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent)
Just because we play what tha people want, (Violent)
Fuck a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent)
As I was beatin on a cop, I heard a gun click
Then tha gun shot, but I wasn't hit
I turned around it was my homie with tha gun in hand
He shot tha cop, now he's a dead man
I said, come on, it's time for us ta get away
They called for back up, and they'll be on their way
Jumped in tha car, and tried ta get away quick
Tha car wouldn't start, we in deep shit
So we jumped out, (come on, let's take tha cops car)
We drove a little ways thinking that we got far
But I looked up and all I saw was blue lights
If I die tonight, i'm dying in a gun fight
I grabed tha AK, my homie took tha 12 gauge
Load'em up quick, it's time for us ta spray
We'll shot'em up with they own fuckin weapons
And when we threw spraying, then we stepin
This is a lesson, to tha rednecks and crooked cops
You fuck with real niggas, get ya fuckin ass dropped
So here we go, tha police against us
Dark at dusk, and waiting for tha guns ta bust
What's next, I don't know and I don't care
One things for sure, tommorrow I won't be here
But if I go, i'm taken all these punks with me
Pass me a clip G, now come and get me
You wanna sweat me, never get me to be silent
Given them a reason, (a reason)
Ta claim that i'm violent...
Fuck a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent)
Just because we play what tha people want, (Violent)
Fuck a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent)
Just because we play what tha people want, (Violent)
Fuck a damn cop, (they claim'in that i'm violent)
Just because we play what tha people want....
["Hard like an erection..." -- Ed O.G.] Young black male! ["Hard like an erection..."] ["...ain't shit to fool with" -- Ice Cube] ["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male! ["...ain't shit to fool with"] *runs backwards* Young black male! (2Pac) Yes niggaz... yes niggaz... yes niggaz Young black male! ["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male! ["Hard like an erection..."] ["...ain't shit to fool with"] ["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male! ["Hard like an erection..."] ["...ain't shit to fool with"] (2Pac) Go nigga, go!! Verse One: Young black male I try to effect by kicking the facts and stacking much mail I'm packing a gat cuz guys wanna jack and fuck goin to jail Cuz I ain't equipped to stop how I look I don't sell ya-yo They teachin a brother like I was in books Follow me into a flow I'm sure you know, which way to go I'm hittin em out of the dopes So slip on the slope, let's skip on the flow I'm fuckin the sluts and hoes The bigger the butts the tighter the clothes The gimminy jimminy grows Then whaddya know, it's off with some clothes Rowd when the crowd says hoe That let's me know, they know I can flow Love when they come to my shows I get up and go, with skins before When I'm collecting my dough I never respect, the one that I back The quicker the nigga can rap The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat What kind of style is that? The style of a mack, and ready to jack I rendered up piles of black The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack I hate it when real nigga bust They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust I had enough of the fuss I bust what I bust, and cuss when I must They gave me a charge for sales For selling the tales... of young black males Yes nigga, N-I-G-G-A niggaz Ay nigga you can't handle that shit! Pass that man! Hit that shit, that's the shit! It smell like skunk, skunk smell like that nigga momma We ain't nuttin but some low down dirty niggaz Keep it real nigga, fuck you nigga! You ain't givin me near a dime on this real motherfucker Fuck St. Ide's it's an Old E thing baby Strictly some of that Hennesee Can I drink with you fellas? Can I get it on it? Fuck you Capo. You ain't in baby. I tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking all that shit, when I come back, OK? We gonna say who the big mouth, when I come back YOUNG BLACK MALE!
2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted
Ain't Hard To Find
All about U
All Eyes On
Me
Ambitionz az a Ridah
California Love RMX
Can't C Me
Check Out Time
Got My Mind Made Up
Heartz Of Man
Heaven Ain't Hard 2 Find
Holla at Me
How Do You Want it
I Ain't Mad At Cha
Life Goes On
No More Pain
Only God Can Judge Me
Picture Me Rollin'
Ratha Be Ya nigga
Run Tha Streetz
Shorty Wanna Be a Thug
Skandelous
Thug Passion
Tradin War Stories
Wonda Why They Call U
What'z Ya Phone
When We Ride
[Daz, repeated several times until first verse begins]
Ain't Nothin' but A Gangsta Party
[Tupac Talking]
Ahh shit
you've done fucked up now
you done put 2 of Amerikaz most wanted in the same muthafuckin' place
at the same muthafuckin' time
ya'll niggas about to feel this
break out the champange glasses and muthafuckin' condoms
have one on us aight
[Tupac]
Picture Perfect
I paint a perfect picture
bombin' hooties with percision
Mind intensions to get with ya
with the S-N double-O-P dogg
to help my fuckin' homie
you's a cold ass nigga on them all
[Snoop]
Sure enough I keep my hand on my gun
cause they got me on the run
Now I am back in the court room waitin' on the outcome
Free Tupac is all that's on a niggas mind
but at the same time
it seem they tryin' to take mine
so I am get smart and get the best of this shit
and put together a million march plus some gangsta shit
[Tupac]
So now they got us laced
Two multi millionaire muthafuckas catchin' cases
Bitches get ready for the throw down
the shits about to go down
Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown
I am losin' my religion
I am vicious on these stool pigeons
you might be deep in this game
but you got some rules missin'
niggas be actin like we savage
See i'm a get the cabbage
I got nutin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish
[Snoop]
I got a pet named P she niggarino
I got a house out in the Hills right next to Chino
and I think I got a Black Beama'
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal
Uhh it feel good to ya Baby bubba
you see this is for the G's and the Ki's muthafucka
[Tupac]
Now follow as we Ride
muthafuck the rest
two of the best from the westside
and I can make you famous
Niggas been dying for years
so how could they blame us
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop ballin' these
mutha fuckin' G's
If ya got it better flaunt it
another warrant
2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted
[Tupac]
Now give me 50 feet
The feet is not my destiny
release me to the streets
and keep what evers left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffery is grief
Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me I
I busta free, these niggas must be crazy (What)
there ain't no mercy mutha fuckas
who can fade the thugs?
you thought it was but it wasn't
now disappear
bow down in the presence of a Boss playa
[Snoop]
It's like cuz, blood, gang banging
everybody in the party doing dope slangin'
you got to have papers in this world
you might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl
ya doing ya job
every day
and then you work so hard till ya hair turn gray
let me tell you about life and 'bout the way it is
see we live by the gun so we die by the blood of kids
[Tupac]
They tell me not to roll with my glock
So now I got to throw away
floating in the black Benz
trying to do a show a day
they wonder how I live with 5 shots
niggas is hard to kill on my block
Scheme for currency and dough related
affilliated with the hustlas
so we made it
Your answer to the question
tryin' to get up on it
my nigga dogg homie and 2 of the most wanted
[Tupac] They say [?B-Legit?] Influenced by crime addicted to grinding [?C-Bo?] Where I can pile up my chips [Richie Rich] And niggas call me one timer [Tupac] Been Ballin' since my adolecsent years steady climbing [E-40] Man, you mutha-fuckas don't know nothing about no timing [Tupac Talking] Thats right boy start that shit off [Tupac] I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized Picutes of me in my final stage, You know Mama cried But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted Like I know longer existed, mysteriously missing I'm know world wide, baby I ain't hard to find Why I spend most of my time on California crime Watching for theives and I'm cautious, its like I'm barely breathing Putting a bullet in mutha-fuckas give me a reason See me and hope i'm and intoxicated looks like we faded You tried to play me, now homicide is my only payment I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead Why the fuck you cowards keep running, So scared to fire G For the life of me, I can't see How mutha-fuckas picture living life after a night of fucking around with me And if yah don't like this rhyme then bring you big bad ass to California Cuz we ain't hard to find [?B-Legit?] Influenced by crime addicted to grinding [?C-Bo?] Where I can pile up my chips [Richie Rich] And niggas call me one timer [Tupac] Been Ballin' since my adolecsent years steady climbing [E-40] Man, you mutha-fuckas don't know nothing about no timing [?C-Bo?] I got my locs on hard hat going to war Breaking them off on sight stopping lives on red lights Watch 'em pause as I pull out my strap out my drawers And get the dumping on their ass like the last outlaws Rich and Tupac and the Cliq smoking blunts and loading clips With enough shit to raise your whole block in one dip We bring on horror like tales from the crypt And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick [?B-Legit?] I'm fully automatic full of static and shit Moving dodge van fifty rounds in the clip I'm riding shot gun put the [?tint in the back?] I'm planning on having a mutha-fuckin' mit in this rap I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O where selling narcotics is all I know I got slow speed blue whatever your kind And if yah need a mutha-fucka I ain't hard to find [?C-Bo?] Some of 'em may call it low speed but I call it timin' That's why I keeps on grinding To a point where a nigga can't stop To much feelings and shit thats why I'm quick to peel a bitch Whether its a nigga or a hoe a hoe Get in my way then that ass gots to go Cuz a nigga steady plotting I serve hit for hit And mutha-fuckas keep dropping [?B-Legit?] Influenced by crime addicted to grinding [?C-Bo?] Where I can pile up my chips [Richie Rich] And niggas call me one timer [Tupac] Been Ballin' since my adolecsent years steady climbing [E-40] Man, you mutha-fuckas don't know nothing about no timing [E-40] Down the steps down the broken down apartment complex Heavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scary Playboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama play Nigga what the fuck you got a gun if yah gonna hesitate Best ta shake and bake although my was first to ask niggas Mutha-fuckas thought I wasn't going do something ask niggas Threatin' your life it ain't like you love 'em Bury your thoughts take his head fuckin' half ready [Richie Rich] I grew up with that nigga, threw up with that nigga I hear he trying to ride the legend for the other side But now my glock be so judgemental Back seat of a rental keep my name out your dental nigga If your gum bleed and you bleeding more than 20 sticthes You behave like them bitches Side ways to the next heavy in the game Check the resident It's all the same Nigga and we ain't hard to find ... why them niggas acting like they can't find like like they can't see us and like we don't be at the same spots that they be at...
(2Pac)
You probably crooked as the last trick Women laugh at How I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch Thinking I had her but she had me in the long run it's just my luck i'm stuck here fuckin with the wrong one unwise decisions based on lies we living Skandalous times games like my religion You could be rolling with a thug Instead you with this sweet schrub Looking for some love in every club I see you starring like you want it Well baby if yah got it better flaunt it Let the liquor help you get up on it I'm still tipsy from last night Bumpin' into walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life I try to hollar but you say you taken Sayin' you ain't impressed with the money I'm makin' Guess its true what they telling me Fresh out of jail life's hell for a black celebrity So thats the reason why I call And maybe you with it Fantansies of something can I hit it (Ha Ha) Addicted to the things you do Its still true what I'm saying Boo cuz this is All About U Chorus--Nate Dogg(2X) Every other city we go Every other video [its all about u] No matter where I go I see the same hoe (2pac)
I'll make a promise if yah go with me Have you hollar running out before I leave Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga I only hang out with the criminals and the drug dealers I love niggas Be coming from the same place Witness me hollar at a hoochie, see how long the game takes How can I tell her I'm a playa And I don't even care Creep slow breath smokes into the air Everywhere I go, its all about the crooked hoes waiting for niggas at the end of every show I just seened yah in my friends video I never put a bitch before my friends, the way to go Follow the leader and peep the drama I'm going through It's all about U Chorus (Kurupt) Is you sick from the dick or is it the flu It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew More to come...
(Tupac Talking) Big Syke, Snoop, Payne, Bogard, Big Serv Y'all know how this shit go (you know) All Eyez On Me Muthafucka, Legit Roll up in the club and shit All Eyez On Me All Eyez On Me But you know what (Tupac) I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust So many playa hating niggas trying to sound like us Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they know it Straight to the depths of hell is were those cowards goin' Well are you still down nigga, Holla when you see me And let these devils be sorry, but they finally freed me I got a cariban of niggas, every time we ride (every time we ride) Hitting mutha-fuckas up when we pass by (when we pass by) Until I die Live the life of a Boss playa, cuz even when I'm high Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my eyez Cuz all I want is cash and thangs, a five double 0 Benz and flaunting flashy rings Uhh Bitches pursue me like a dream, been know to disappear before your eyez, just like a dope fiend, it seems My main thang was to be major paid The game sharper than a mutha-fuckin razor blade Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies One niggas getting jealous, and muthafuckas died Depend on me like the first and fifteenth They my homies for a second, but these punks won't get me We got four niggas, and low riders, and ski masks screaming Thug Life every time they pass All Eyez on Me
California love!
[George Clinton speaking] The blind stares of a million pairs of eyes lookin' hard but won't realize that they will never see the P (You must be goin' blind) (Tupac) give me my money in stacks and lace my bitches with 9 figures real niggas fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas Must see my enemies defeated i'm cashin' while they coughed up and weeded open fire now them niggas bleedin' see me in flesh and test and get your chest blown straight out tha west, don't get blown my adversaries cry like ho's open and shut like doors is you a friend or foe ? nigga you ain't know ? they got me stressed out on Death Row i've seen money but baby I got to gets mo' you scream and go '2Pac' and I ain't stopin' till i'm well paid bails paid now nigga, look what hell made visions of cops and sirens niggas open fire buncha Thug Life niggas on tha rise until I die ask me why i'm a Boss Playa gettin' high and when i'm rollin' by Niggas Can't C Me (Chorus -- G. Clinton) The stares of a million pairs of eyes and you'll never realize You can't C Me.. (Tupac) Been getten worried that these square muthafuckers with nerves sayin they can get with us but picture me gettin' served My own mama say i'm thuged out my shit be bumpin out tha record store as if it was a drug house my lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood nigga what ? It ain't nothin but a party when we thug and there I was a young nigga with heart ain't had shit to loose pullin' my pistol on them fools you know the rules D-R-E you got me heated my words like a penatentary dick hittin' bitches where it's most needed money and weed Alazay and Hennesse To my Thug niggas in lock down witness me bail on these ho's in floss mode tha life of a Boss Playa fuck what ya thought tho' my enemies deceased die like a bitch when my album hit tha streetz Niggas Can't C Me Niggas Can't C Me (G. Clinton) (Which way did he go George) (Which way did he go) (Which way did he go) (Which way did he go) (Tupac) You niggas made a mistake you shoulda never put my rhymes with Dre them Thug niggas have arrived and it's Judgement Day Hey Homie if ya feel me Tell them tricks that shot me that they missed they ain't killed me I can make a muthafucker shake rattle and roll i'm full of liquor thug nigga quick to jab at them ho's and I can make ya jelous niggas famous fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim is i'm just a rich muthafucker from tha way If this rappin' bring me money then i'm rappin' till i'm paid i'm getten green like i'm supposed to Nigga, I holla at these ho's and see how many I can go through Look to the star and visualize my debut niggas know me, playa I gotta stay true don't be a dumb muthafucker because it's crazy after dark where the true Thug niggas see ya heart Niggas Can't C Me.... (Yo, check this out, stay off his dick) Niggas Can't C Me (Right before your eyes, i'll disappear from here) You niggas Can't C Me, hahah (You Can't C Me) I know it's hard nigga, i'm all up in your face But you still Can't C Me (You Can't C Me) All up in your range, but niggas Can't C Me (20/20 vision won't visualize) I'm in tha flesh baby, but you Can't C Me (All tho' glasses won't help you realize) You blinded You blinded You Can't C Me (You Can't C Me) Thug Life baby Don't believe everything you read Alazay and weed (You Can't C Me) (Right before your very eyes, You won't even visualize) (You Can't C Me) Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac Niggas can't C Me, hahaha I dedicate this, to you PUNK Muthafuckers hahaha this ones for you big baby hahah cause you bitch ass niggas Can't C Me Niggas Can't C Me (ooooww) (ooooww) (You Can't C Me) (See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil) (You won't C Me) (First C Me, Now ya don't) (Wanna C Me, but ya won't) (Come to C Me, but ya Can't) (ooohhh, You Can't C Me) (You Can't C Me) (Right between your eyes, you'll never realize) (Right before your eyes, you won't even realize) (Visualize what you Can't C)
[Tupac Speaking] Hey, what time is it nigga ? (I don't know) Oh shit, 12 o' clock Oh shit, we got ta get tha fuck outta here (hell yeah) Nigga, it's check out time nigga Hey call Kurupt, call Daz, call [???] call all those niggas up from downstairs tell tha valay, bring tha benz around Hey Kurupt, y'all niggas drivin' or are y'all flyin' back wussup ? (Man, i'm rollin' man, fuck that shit) Hey Syke man, come on nigga, get up out tha bathroom fool let's go! (I lost some money nigga) aw nigga damn (Tupac) Now I'm up early in the mornin' breathe stinkin' as I'm yawning Just another sunny day in California I got my mind focused on some papers While I'm into sexy capers Give a hollar to them hoochies last night who tried to rape us Will these rap lyrics take us ? Plus room all up in Vegas I'm a Boss Playa death before I let these bitches break us Last night was like a fantansy Alazhay and Heneesee A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin' with my man and me Told her I was interested picture all the shit we did I got her hot and horny All up on me hot and horny what a freaky bitch First you argued, then I fight it, till you lick me where I like it Got a nigga all excited It don't matter just don't bite it I never got to check out the scence too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeans Now it seems, it's check out time (Chorus) We got to go (2X) Its check out time We got to go (4X) (Kurupt) They label me an outlaw So its time for the panty raid My fantansies came true with Janet on, I'm in an Escapade Did it all, in too soon All the homies runnin' through the halls room to room So I assume Since I'm a playa like my nigga Syke Then its only right for me to disappear into the night My games trump tight So I find time to recline Sneak into your room instant Messiah shit, wines of all kinds I ain't got much time so hurry up and pop the dime And let me hit it from behind Since I'm only here for one night I gots to get you hot and heated Play like Micheal Jackson and Beat It One more thing I like to mention I'm done and I'm out cuz there's someone else who deserves my atttention So all the homies round up in the lobby Cuz busting bitches is a hobby, nigga It's check out time (Chorus) We got to go (8X) (Syke) Now I'm living the life of a Boss Playa The front desk callin' but I'm checking out later My behaviour is crazy, from what you did to me baby If walls could
Ahh, Suge what did 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 Them binoculars Ha ha ha ha, yah nigga time to ride Grab your bullet proof vest nigga cause its gonna be a long one Now me and Quik gonna tell you niggas how its like on this side The real side Now on this ride its gonna be some real mutha-fuckas and there is gonna be some pussys Now the real niggas are gonna be the ones with money and bitches The pussys are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleeding Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride gets tricky See you got some niggas on your side That say they 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 say the truth 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 the 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 and 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. Makaveli Niggas is waiting for some thug shit thats what they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinite Immortal Outlaw Switching up on you ordinary bitches like the south bore you bit less 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 The Heartz of Men My lyrical verge 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 and fly mode I'm an homicidal outlaw and five-o get your lights on Fight long, tonights gonna be a fucking fight so we might roll My own homies saying I'm heart less But I'm a G to this 'til the day I'm gone thats regardless Drive-by and niggas bow down I thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now Throw up your hands if your thugged out First nigga act up first nigga getting drugged out I can be a villian if yah let me I'll Mutha fuck yah if yah too upset me tell the cops to come and get me rip the crowd like a phone number Start again, don't have no mutha fuckin' friends nigga Look inside the heartz of men In The Heartz of Men In The Heartz of Men To all me 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 fire and bomb them I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics as if its a game of crack Thugishness 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 mutha fucka 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 beat and let me start again Represent cause I've been sent The heartz of men
(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
(Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood Yeah with that funky sound (so funky) we be throwin' down) (Tupac) This goes out to you playa you know...you know who you are
Change, Shit, I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of ya'll niggas to get up out tha hood Shit, I'm with ya I ain't mad at cha got nothin' but love for ya do your thing boy Yeah, All the homies that I ain't talk to in awhile I'm a send this out to y'all know what I mean ? Cuz, I ain't mad at cha heard all of y'all tearing up shit out there Kickin' up dust givin' a mutha-fuck Yeah, niggas Cuz, I ain't mad at cha Now, we where cnce two niggas of the same kind quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You were just a little smaller but you still rolled Got stressed the [?Wide Eight?] and hit the hood stroll remember when ya had a Jerry Curl ? Didn't quite learn On the block With ya glock trippin' of Sherm Collect calls to the tip Sayin' how ya changed Oh you a Muslim now No more dope game Heard you might be coming home Just got bail wanna go to the Mosque Don't wanna chase tail I seems I lost my little homie He's a changed man Hit the penn Now, no sinnin' is the game plan When I talk about money All you see is the struggle When I tell ya, I'm livin' large you tell me, its trouble Congratulation on the wedding I hope your wife know She got a playa for life And that's no bullshitin' I know we grew apart You probably don't remember I usta fiend for your sister But never went up in her And I can see us after school We'd bomb on the first mutha-fucka with tha wrong shit on And now, the whole shits changed and we don't even kick it got a big money scheme And you ain't even with it Knew in my heart You were the same mutha-fucka bad Go toe to toe when it's time to roll You got a brothas back And I can't even trip cause i'm just laughin' at ya You tryin' hard to maintain And go ahead Cuz, I ain't mad at cha
[Tupac Talking] Only God Can Judge Me (is that right) Nobody else, Nobody else All you other muthafuckas Get out of my business (Tupac) Perhaps, I was blind to tha facts Stabbed in tha back I Couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus try to focus But I can't see And in my mind I'm a, blind man doin' time Look to my future cause my past is all behind me Is it a crime to fight for what is mine Everybodies dyin' Tell me, Whats the use of tryin' I've been trapped since birth Cautious, cause I'm cursed and fantansies of my family in a hurse And they say It's the white man I should fear But, it's my own kind Doin' all the killin' here I can't lie Ain't no love, for the other side Jealousy inside Make 'em wish I died Oh my lord Tell me what I'm livin' for Everybodies droppin' got me knockin' on heaven's door And all my memories is seeing brothas bleed And everybody grieves But still nobody sees regulate your thoughts Don't get caught up in tha mix cause the media is full of dirty tricks Only God can Judge me....
Yeah, clear enough for ya. Why niggas look mad. y'all supposed to be happy I'm free. Y'all look like you wanted me to stay in jail Old busters. Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz. I got no love for these niggas, There's no need to be friends. They got me under survailance. That's what somebody be tellin' me. Known as don't be insulted(?). but I ain't the one tellin'. Don't want to be another number. I got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from goin under. The fedarones(?) wanna see me dead. Niggas put prices on my head. Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed. I feed em lead. Now on release. How will I live? Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did? To feed kids. One life to live. It's so hard to be positive When niggas shootin at your crib. Mama, I'm still thuggin' The world is a war zone. My homies is inmates And most of them dead grown Full grown, finally a man Just sceamin on ways to put some green inside the palms Of my empty hands. Just picture me rollin'. Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen. My dreams is scensored. My hopes are gone. I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone. My nerves is wrecked. Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen. Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin. Picture me rollin. Can you see me now Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture Can you see it? Pictue me rollin. Yeah nigga Eh, but picture how my nigga Sak duke do it. Guess who's back? I got keys comin from overseas. Cost a nigga 200 G's. I'm a street comando. Nino for example. This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle. So I got to floss cuz I'm rollin like a boss playa. Thug granted to be a women layer So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin. Make me wanna start bank bangin. So I'm caught up in the game. Let's go change. Packin 40 glocks. Contain or rearrange. All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies While I'm sippin on green leaves(?) In front of black lexuses, chevies on the roam. 96 big bodies sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, Stone facing is on. Looking at mine but don't look too long. I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin. It's hard to imagine. Picture me rollin. I gots to get the fuck up in. Goin to lay a caper. Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper. My bitch fin to have a bastard, see? So I need to hit a lick, drastically. I see some bald head ass niggas and they slippin in my spot And, uh, diggin in the pots. Check in the park, Pac. We caught em sleepin. We didn't think you niggas creepin. This how we do it every weekend And I dump for madness(?) It's time to count the profit. CPO, we got the bomb spot. Nigga, time to clock it. I get the liquor and you could get the females. This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales. Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9. I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine. Now we satisfied. Got the pockets on swollen. Boss hog and this Pac nigga. Picture us rollin. Heh, heh, heh. Y'all ready for me? Picture me rollin roll call. You know there's some mother fuckers out there I just could not forget about. I wanna make sure they can see me. Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Faciluties, All you bitch asses. Can you niggas see me from there? Ballin on all y'all punk ass. Heh, ha ha! Picture me rollin, baby. Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks, I told yall niggas when I come home it's on. That's right nigga, picture me rollin Oh, I forgot....the DA(district attorney) Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court. Can the ho see me from here? Can you see me, ho? Picture me rollin'. And all you punk police, can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin' nigga, legit. Free like OJ all day You can't stop me. You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker. Noope, ?, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme Can you picture us rollin? Can you see me ho? Is y'all ready for me . We up out this bitch. Any time y'all wanna see me again, Rewind this track right here, close your eyes And picture me rollin.
[Richie Rich] Pac
[Tupac] Hey
[Richie Rich] What's happenin'
[Tupac] Not MuthaFuckin double R... Richie Rich
[Richie Rich] What's happenin' baby, you know how we do it
[Tupac] Yeah nigga, you know I'm up out dis bitch...
It's time for me to uhhh regulate
[Richie Rich] For sure
[Tupac] Observe
[Richie Rich] and you ain't going back
[Tupac] Na na na,
we got to show these muthafucka's whats up though
[Richie Rich] this is for tha honeys... the superstars
[Tupac] I don't want to be her man...
I want to be her nigga, you feel me
[Richie Rich] Well let'em know...
(Tupac)
You fuckin wit' niggas thats insecure watered down
my shit is pure
write down my number but don't call me till you sure
I ain't beggin' just tryin' to relocate between ya legs
Drippin' wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex
When you met me you wouldn't let me
And know you straight beggin to sex me
got you undressing to test me and uhh...
(Richie Rich)
Shoot me down if ya want
and miss tha chance ta do it live
When I stroll by I see that look in yo eye
You wants a nigga
but think that you can't have a nigga
don't cheat ya'self, instead treat ya'self
if you scared go to church
I know it hurts
to find out me and ya man be sharin' skirts
(Tupac)
I hopin' you don't take this the wrong way
but cha body is bangin' got me attracted in a strong way
After a long day of tryin' to make my songs pay
Makin' love all day against the wall in the hallway
Ya fantasies come alive
ya heart rate shall increase when we meet up
In this dark place
Ya might think ya happy with him
but that's a lie...
so give this thug a try
Michel'le -- Chorus (2X) (You can run tha streetz with your Thugs) i'll be waiting for you until you get through i'll be waiting) (Tupac) Now peep it Here go tha secret on how to keep a playa some love makin' and homecookin' i'll see ya later It don't take alot to keep a nigga hard must be a lady in tha light but real freaky in tha dark plus I got some enemies, baby hold my pistol and wrap your arms around a nigga everytime I kiss you can you visualize the picture ? me and you in extasy don't be upset it's good sex when you next to me do you wanna test me ? put your tired head on my chest A Thug niggas in tha house now you can rest I betcha never screamed a niggas whole name out and felt tha pleasure and tha pain about to fuck tha very taste out your mouth If you call me when you need me 1-800-skypage when you wanna see me cause I can be your man and baby you can be my lady but you gotta give a nigga space or you'll drive me crazy Run tha Streetz....
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 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
(Tupac) Aight, new drink one part alazhay one part chrystal Thugs Passion baby y'all know what time it is This drink is Gauranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard now if ya with me Pour a glass and drink with a nigga know what I mean ? I ain't trying to turn you all niggas into alcholics Alcholics [ha ha] I'm just trying to turn you into muthafuckin thugs So come and get some of this thug passion Baby (Dramacydal) I could pull out the [?drink?] and be good 'till it's relavent but I'm a straight solider, I'll roll up a nigga like its seven cent Tripping over dead presidents they got us starein' I throw it down this with business They clown and try to get us and It's so evident stand forever and be thinking drinking over a felony and hell of me and how it will be some other shit People telling me to cool out But they ain't filling me a mutha fucking food bound my fuckin cheddar cheese and a please passion of mine Thuggin huggin plenty of G's and laughing while I pass through time And all thes back stabbers be watchin Just keep it plain I'm a keep it the same partner Just take it the simple game I can pinkle with the rain twinkling diamonds and thangs go plinklin enough to hold until I'm old and wrinklin and These adversaries they gonna have to be worrying cuz I'm a be illing Fufillin my Passion Till I'm burryin' My Thug Passion
A military mind nigga. A military mind mean money. A criminal grind nigga. A criminal grind mean hustle. You know, We tradin war stories. We outlaws on the rise. Jealous niggas I despise. Look in my eyes. (Chorus repeats once more) Now can your mind picture A thug nigga drinkin hard liquor. This ghetto life has got me catchin up to god quicker. Who would figure that all I need was a Hair trigga Semi-Automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggas. Pardon my thug poetry, But suckers is born everyday In fear of man grown [??]. Criminal ties for centuries. A legend in my own rhymes, So niggas whisper when they mention Makaveli was my ? My father figure. Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers. Hence forth. We thug niggas and we came in packs. Every one of niggas strapped sippin on 'nac(Cognac) In the back, my AR 15. Thuggin till I die. These streets got me cravin for a Throzine My lyrics are blueprints to money makin. Fat as that ass that honey shakin. Repeat chorus 2X I mind is straight trippin', thuggin and shit. They call it overthuggin and shit. But I was just a youngen nigga gettin older and lovin this shit. But what was I doin in this place? To the fakes without a pistol in the first, Facin termination in the worst. But I figured to play the war, To watch all these playa hatin niggas position, For I could see em all. Made it up out of there. Lucky to be here. Tell you, but it'll never be a repeat. People I'm tryin to tell you. Now picture the scenery. I'm thugged out smokin greenary. Considered a BG(baby gangsta) But I'm off in this game something deeply. My eyes only see these That's why I'm young and burned out Learned to know how. Well to do now. By 18, turned out. And wide open To rob and smokin, collide with foes in the worst place. Y'all shouldn't of fucked with us in the first place. Y'all real OG's(original gangsta) droppin game to the youngsters. Y'all don't want no fuck Cuz y'all be the next in the long line of War Stories Chorus repeats 2X I breaks em off with this gansta war story tale. Stackin loot up in the coup that I protect with a Mack 12. Slip my clip in the chamber. Fool, your life's in danger. No one will remain when I come through dumpin insane. Call me [??] Major Payne. Ya slain and movin' Kane. I be the nigga pullin the trigga and Dumpin the hollow points in your brain. Mo bigger balls that RuPaul. Thug Life ain't a ball. We bust that ass up against a wall. ? As for men ? We bucks em down on the way to the ground. Ain't nuttin but the hog in me. This stuff is real, dough(though). Killin the Po's and keep mobbin, G. ??? ? with a sawed off. Cuz they dirty as drawers, y'all. And had them bitch niggas hauled off. Chorus repeats 2X My whole family had been raised on shit that ain't ok. Ain't nuttin on this earth will make a nigga like me stay. I'm remincing and catchin flashbacks when niggas Ran up in my house and I was too young to try to blast back. What happend then, no one would tell me since I was 3. Heard they got to my peoples. Now they livin somewhere free. But fuck that, You got whats mines and I want that. Never drop my guard Been on the squad Since ways back. And now I'm sittin, Holdin in anger because my parents missin. Thuggin and murderin. Got some war stories for ya. Now look at me. Straight Outlaw Immortal. Never gave a fuck cuz I was nobody's daughter. Outlaw from my tits to my clits Don't try to figure cuz the murderous tendencies of my mind Can be controled, nigga. So who's the bigger? Who's the quickest killer? Would ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla. When I got cha, on k-9 force Prayin to god as your life goes back and forth. Chorus repeats through the rest of the song. (Spoken) War stories, nigga. Heh, heh. Ya playas, too. Thug Life. Outlaw Immortals. Mother fuckin Tupac AKA Makaveli. Can you feel me? Just say never Say Death Row. My niggas love that shit. Dramacydal in this mother fucker. Heh, heh. Yeah nigga. Shout outs to my niggas Fatal and Felony. C-Bo, you bald head nut. What? You know what time it is.
Chorus You wonda why they call U bitch You wonda why they call U bitch. You wonda why they call U bitch You wonda why they call U bitch. You wonda why they call U bitch You wonda why they call U bitch. Look here Miss Thang hate to salt your game but yous a money hungry woman and you need to change. In tha locker room all the homies do is laugh. High five's cuz anotha nigga played your ass. It was said you were sleeezy even easy sleepin around for what you need See it's your thang and you can shake it how you wanna. Give it up free or make your money on the corner. But don't be bad and play the game get mad and change. Then you wonda why these muthafuckas call you names. Still lookin' for a way out and that's OK I can see you wanna stray there's a way out. Keep your mind on your money, enroll in school. And as the years pass by you can show them fools. But you ain't tryin' to hear me cuz your stuck, you're headin' for the bathroom 'bout to get tossed up. Still lookin' for a rich man you dug a ditch, got your legs up tryin' to get rich. I love you like a sista but you need to switch and that's why they called U bitch, I betcha.
What'z ya phone number Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes. It's instrumental. Waitin for the nyphos. That's the intro. Shook when ya rush me. Walked up and touched me. Why? Do you want to fuck me? Just cuz I'm paid in the worst way? True. Lookin kind a good in your birthday suit. I wonder if your wild and ya act shy. Do you like to be on top or the back side? Watch me while you lick your lips, shake your hips. Goddamn, I love that shit. Yo, let's stop fakin and be real now. I got a room and a hard on. Still down? Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes. Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes. When we head for my hideout, act right. Boss playa when I ride out, that's right. What'z ya phone number? If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready. Baby, let me give you a call. How long will it take to break you off? (Repeat once more) Oh shit, baby is a dime piece. Wanted this fine seat. Personally rushed [???] If I see ya right. Now she can get me hard Didn't wanna talk to me, till she see my car. Never had sex with a rich rap star Till I got her in the back of my homeboy's car. Tell me, why do we live this way? Money over bitches. Let me here you say: What'z your phone number? Are you alone? Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone. Time for your girlfriend to take you home. I had fun, But baby, gotta leave me alone. Picture in my rhyme. Take time to rewind these [???] words I say. If you open your mind, Bet in a minute you'll find it's time. Let the Outlaws play. What'z ya phone number. Chorus repeats 2X (Girl and Tupac converse) G:Hello? 2:Hello? who is this? G:Is this Tupac? 2:This is who? G:Is this Tupac? 2:Yeah, it's Tupac. Who dis? G:Hi baby. How are you? 2:I'm aiight. What' up baby? G:You don't recognize the voice? 2:You recognize my voice, huh? G:Do you recognize MY voice? 2:Nah, I know you? G:Yeah, you know me. I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talkin. 2:Where I know you from? Where I know you from? G:You just know me, baby. 2:Where? Talk up I can't barely hear you. G:You know me from when we were, you know, intimate. 2:Oh, we fucked? G:Oh baby, did we ever. 2:Oh, tell me about it baby. G:I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and stroked it up and down. 2:OOOOH! G:Then I put it in my mouth. I fucked it. 2:Ooh, you did. G:Ooh, I did. 2:Shit! G:Fucked it and fucked it. Put me in. You came. 2:Did I come? G:Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. You don't remember me yet? 2:I'm starting to get a picture. Why don't you help me out. What did I do to the pussy? What a nigga do to the pussy? G:You rocked it. 2:Did I? G:Yeah, you did. 2:Did I do some of that Thug Passion? G:Mmmmmm 2:Heh, heh. Eh, so what cha doin right now, though? G:Me and my finger are gettin aquainted. 2:How many you got? G:I got ten. But only one is workin. 2:Oh, well can I come over there? G:If you want to. 2:Do I want to? Do a bear shit in the woods and wipe his ass with a rabbit. G:Mmm. You gon rock it baby? 2:Hell yeah, I'm gon rock it baby. G:Like you did before? 2:No dizoubt. You gon feel that Thug Passion for real. G:Mmmm, baby. 2:I'm on my way though. I'm about to fly over there in a 500. It ain't gon take but a minute. Eh, light the candles. Get the baby oil out. Turn all the lights out. Drink a little bit of that shit. I'm on my way babe. I'm gon knock that pussy to the next week. G:Knock it out, baby, knock it out. 2:I'm gon knock the taste out yo mouth, girl. I'm gon put your legs on your head. I'm a tie you up, blindfold you. And we gon play which hole feel the best. G:You know which hole feel the best. 2:We fin to see tonight, though. G:I'm gon make you remember me. 2:Oh, yeah. G:Yeah. 2:Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can't find the steering shift you got me so fucked up. I'm playin with myself and shit. G:Can I shift your gear?
Outlaw Immortals. Bow down to something greater than yourself, trick. Individual capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and nine swoles. They know. You watchin but you ain't seein. Realize before, you beaatch. Picture, if you will, seven deadly human beings. Blessed with the gift to speak, The power to reach each nigga on every street. May the heavenly father look down and be proud of What transpires since the day of seeds was planted. The G grew but we knew we'd have a click. Smoked out, locced out. All into shit. Just me and my dogs livin like hogs. Outlaw Immortals. What we followed was the story, What proceded was the clue. Lies deadly with fiction Don't fuck around and make it true My adversaries crumble. When we rumble, it's a catastrophy. I out for revenge on bitch, niggas that blasted me. Plus my alias is Makaveli. Unloaded .357 with hollow points to a nigga belly. Bust him to see if he bleed. He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like me. They call my name out and niggas run. Best be prepared for the Outlaws. Here we come. They call me Hussein fatal. It's a two game table. I'm robbin ya niggas cradle with a knife in your naval. Rap related. Criminaly activated and evil. I wouldn't want to be you. Behind my fuckin Desert Eagle till the end. I'm tellin all friends and enemies. You see what I got to make you freeze. To touch me, you need utilities. Complete most, wanted on the streets of the east coast. Young guns fire and niggas leave. See Mo(Mopreme). I be shinin like white diamonds and crystals. Glistenin and holdin pistols. The mission's simple. Fold up and roll up. Dead presidential's all over potential. Look here, billion dollar baller presents you. Sorta, oughta call on a nigga. I'll be sure to get you. Get cash, yo. Fast, yo. From my Castro. Blast. And I'm a last,yo. Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim That they be runnin thangs. I'll be gunnin those same niggas runnin late. My alias is mother fuckin Napoleon. And I'd rather be robbin the game. These mother fuckers leave me sufferin. But it ain't nothin. I got no time for no bluffin. Before a nigga finish put in the work, I better end up with something I think these niggas got the game fucked up. If they don't believe a young nigga like me would bust(BOOYAA!!) Perhaps it's a must. I'm facin cases. Fuck probation. That's what I'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin. (Chorus repeats 2X) Thug nigga till we die. No mercy on these playa hatin bitches. Ask me why. When we ride! It's the imperial serial killer. Alias, Mussolini Mentally unstabled: your status. So you can't see me. Drug warlord. Ridin concord jets, rag vests, shakin bitches and snitches, And trippin on sets. Inglewood watts bangin', keepin one in the chamber For the anger that I built inside. When it's time to ride Suicidal thoughts lurking [??] no end. Revenge, Fuck Any, my alias is Mussolini They call me Edi. From the southern city. Young nigga greedy, so I'm runnin up on these niggas easy. It ain't nuttin, cuz flip they want somethin. So I'm a comense to dumpin. Stomp down sucka til' beat is bumpin. Thuggin till my fuckin last hour. With little Po(Napoleon) and Castro. Who you though was on that asshole. Don't ask, though. Outlaw Immortals doin' [????] So don't test, so high, when we ride. My alias: Kadafi Trump tight. So fast, can't copy. 6 milion copies. Quick to hit your bitch if she jock me. Severly addicted to livin like a fuckin felon. My people, rookie cops cookie rocks a nigga sellin. Since shorty I've been livin' like defiant Nickel plated chrome. Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant. And I ain't lyin. It's like it's me against myself With all these back stabbers snakes grabbin at my fuckin wealth. Komani Terrorist, Mad man killa. The bottom of the river is where a body lays and shivers. I'm that nigga wit a 50 [???] Wit the murderous stats that increase. By these mother fuckers wit beef. It's been a long road. Alot of episodes. And as the glock loads, I gotta teach hoes. Reach hoes. Make em feel a nigga when I'm mashin'. Now I'm surpassin any assasin. Chorus repeats 4X (Spoken) Outlaw Immortals, baby. Y'all niggas can't fade this ol' crazy shit. Makaveli. Hussein. Kastro Kadafi Mussolini Amin Napoleon. Komani What y'all niggas really wanna do. Like them niggas said - "What would you do?" Thug life, baby. Flashin these niggas - Thug Life. This year we Thug Life but we Outlaw Immortals. We die, nigga, but we multiply. We legends. I'll make you famous mother fucker. I'm talkin about Time Magazine, Newsweek and all that other good shit. My niggas make the paper, baby. My niggas make the front page. Multiple gunshots.