Текст песни:

Holla my name nigga you plottin′ and scream,
must be a thug with a heart to be apart of my team...
it seems you got a problem, we ain′t lettin′ no women and no feminene inside,
just spend the night, time to give ′em a try...

[Storm]

Finally made it, now focus who the dopest,
is it the brothers or the sistas...
I agree that it′s a mans world,
but why my niggas dis us,
I ain′t tryin′ to hear it,
witness my thug spirit (they keep on screamin′ bithes)
cause niggas love to hear it...
call them my dogs cause they rowdy then a muthafucka,
I love you niggas like brothas, but don′t fuck with this...

[2Pac]

But hey now, look at what we got,
Miss really Bad Ass runnin′ round packin′ double glocks...
so all you niggas be warn,
from the dust til the dawn,
we might trip,
but I dare you bitch to fuck around with Storm...
we Outlawz, I said it, addmit it,
and when you see me live on T.V it′s strictly represented,
let me hear you scream...

[Chorus]

[2Pac]

Now when I say Pig, you say B-I-G,
when I say Bad Boy Killa, then you say me...
when I say Puffy is a punk, you scream word on my life,
I wrote this shit while fuckin′ Bigs wife...

[Storm]

Now I been told that Lil′ Kim think she hot (she not),
better get that attitude adjusted before I mash ya spot... (Plus now the Brat′s trippin′)
must want a ass whoopin′...
we be the first ones to fuck with you and Bad Boy whack bitch...

[2Pac]

Bustas who broken, and give my shots to Queens,
cause I′m lookin′ for lyrics yall, that bitch ass feen...
I beg Scream like last year,
best don′t come to California, we don′t want yo busta ass here...

[Storm]

We Outlaw Ridahs, thugs til we die,
sistas gettin′ they groove on...

[2Pac]

Call me a muthafuckin′ trouble maker,
send me to jail, but watch me bust on L.L...
now let me here you scream...

[Chours]

[2Pac] talking

Ha ha ha.. Played yo ass, didn′t we?...
We up out of here.. Tupac and Storm..
Outlaw Immortalz.. Death Row.. West Side..
Thug Life.. Bad Boy Killa...

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

(Gun shots)

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

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

[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 3]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Tupac Talking]

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

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


@ 2pac

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

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

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

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

Chorus: Prince Ital

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

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

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

Chorus

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

Chorus 4X

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

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

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

Bring It

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

(Naw what I mean)

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

Me

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

Ha ha ha

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

Yeah Yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

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


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

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

Verse 1 [2pac]

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


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


Verse 2 [young noble]

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

[napoleon]

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


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


Verse 3 [kastro]

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

[edi]

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

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

[2pac]

We′ll be the last muthafucka breathin′

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

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

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

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

(You must be goin′ blind)

Verse One: 2Pac

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

Chorus: George Clinton

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

Verse Two: 2Pac

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

Niggas Can′t C Me

Chorus: George Clinton

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

Verse Three: 2Pac

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

Outro: 2Pac, George Clinton

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

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

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

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

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

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

Verse Two: 2Pac

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

Chorus:

Verse Three: 2Pac

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

Chorus

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

@ 2pac