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Текст песни:

Roll me a cigarette dog
They got me feeling crazier than a mother fucker
I got Bad Azz in this motha fucka

Puffin on Lye
Hoping that it gets me high
(Makaveli the Don, representing the Outlawz)
They got a nigga goin crazy
(Bad ass representing the LBC)
(What cha wanna do. You know how we do it.)

Time goes by
Puffin on lye
Hopin that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin crazy

I feel crazy
(Tell em bout it)

[Verse 1 - Tupac]

Last year was a hard one
But life goes on
I hold my head against the wall
Learning right from wrong
They say my ghetto instrumental
Detrimental to kids
As if they can′t see the misery
In which they live
Lately, for the outcome, damn I′m reckless
Check it
You don′t have to bump this but please respect it
I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us
Turned into a plus, now they stuck living blinded
Hennessy got me feelin bad
Time to stop drinkin
Rollin, in my drop top Jag
What′s that cops thinkin?
Sittin in my car, watch the stars and smoke
I came along way but still I got so far to go
Dear mama, don′t worry
I′m a watch for snakes
Tell Seikywa that I love her, but it′s hard today
I got the letter that she sent me and I cried for weeks
This is what came out, when I tried to speak
All I heard was

[Chorus] 2x

Time goes by
Puffing on Lye
Hoping that it get me high
Got a nigga going krazy
I feel krazy

[Verse 2 - Tupac]

1, 2, 3, 4
I see bloods and crips running up the hill
Lookin for a better way
My brothas and sistas it′s time to bail
Cause even thug niggas pray
Hoping God forgive me
I entered the game, look how much I changed
I′m no longer innocent
Casualties of fame
Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places
And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama′s face
When I gave her the keys to her own house
This your land
Your only son done became a man
I′m watchin time fly
I love my people do or die
But I wonder why
We scared to let each other fly
June 1-6 7-1
The day
Mama pushed me out her womb, told me nigga get paid
No one can understand me
The black sheep, out-casted from my family
Now packin heat I run the streets
A young runaway live for the day
When we die
I could hear ya say

[Chorus] 2x

Time goes by
Puffing on Lye
Hoping that it get me high
Got a nigga going krazy
I feel krazy

Krazy, Krazy, Krazy

[Verse 3 - Bad Azz]

God help me out here
Cause I′m possessed
I need the root of all evil for my stress
Cause now it′s like a stong prescription drug
It′s got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it′s inflicted
Something about the paper wit the pictures of the presidents head
Damn it′s like a mother fucking plague, it spreads
It′s epidemic
Forgotten, forgotten, it got worse
I keep my head on straight, makin money cause it′s cursed
Makin money makes a difference day by day
So I gotta stay paid, no doubt
Day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin to live
No matter how hard you try, it′s in death.
You gotta die
Bottom line
Peers didn′t make it to the years to come
Dear life doing right
Or dear life leaving dumb
Who has the answers?
I wonder.
I turn to my elders
They aged and experienced, but they can′t even tell ya
Or tell me
That there′ll be light at the end of the road
Why?
Cause they don′t even know

A million thangs run through my mind
You ain′t gotta be in jail or be doin time

You ain′t gotta be in the jail
Remember this tune

[Chorus]

Feelin fucked up in this bitch
Smoke half a ounce to the head.
Drop the top. Indo. Hawaiian. Lansbread. Buddha. All that shit.
I′m fucked up in this motha fucka.
And Hennessy don′t help. And Hennessy don′t help.
Thug passion in this motha fucka.
Makaveli the Don putting it down to the fullest.
Maximum overload. 3 day theory.
Killuminati to your body, with the impact of a 12 gauge shoty.
Doublized slugs. No love. Straight thugs.

One time for my niggas in the jail cell.
(One time for my niggas locked up.)
One time for my niggas doin life in hell.
One time for my niggas in the jail cell.
(One time for my niggas locked up.)
One time for my niggas doin life in hell.
One time for my niggas on Death Row.
(For my niggas on Death Row. West side. California syle. L.A.)
One time for my niggas livin ... broke.
(You know what time it is. No doubt. Get high. Puffin on lye.
Wonder if it get me high. Yeah. Yeah. Crazy.)

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

Major
Hell mutha-fuckin′ yeah
This goes out to my man mike coolage

Hell yeah


Born thuggin′ heartless and mean muggin′ at 16
On the scene watching fiends buggin′
Kicking up dust with the older g′s
Soaking up the game that was told to me
I ain′t never touched a gat that i couldn′t shoot
I learned not to trust the bitches from the prostitutes
Was taught lessons a young nigga asking questions
While other suckas was guessing i was gangsta ??
Elementary wasn′t meant for me can′t regret it
I′m headed for the penitentiary
And cut classes i′m fuckin blastin′ straight mashin′
Mobbing through the overpass laughing
While these other motherfuckers try to figure out
No doubt they jealous of a nigga′s clout
Tell me lord can ya feel me
I keep my finger on the trigger
Cause some nigga tried to kill me
And mama raised a hellraiser
Everyday getting paid, police on my pager
Straight stressing
A fugitive my occupation is under question
Wanted for investigation
And even though i′m marked for death
I′ma spark ′til i lose my breath
Motherfuckers
Every time i see the paper i see my picture
When a nigga gettin′ richer they come to get ya
It′s like a motherfuckin′ trap
And they wonder why it′s hard being black
Dear lord can ya feel me
Gettin′ major ugh
Mama raised a hellraiser


Chorus:


Stress gettin′ major
Lord be my savior
Mama raised a hellrazor


Tell me lord can ya feel me, show a sign
Damn near running outta time
Everybody′s dying
Mama raised a hellraiser
I can′t figure, why ya let the police beat down niggas
I′m startin′ to think all the rich in the world is safe
While the po′ babies rushing into early graves
God probably saved the youth
Ain′t nothing else to do but have faith in you
Dear lord i live the life of a thug hope you understand
Forgive me for my mistakes i gotta play my hand
And my hand′s on the 16 shot semiautomatic
Crooked cop killin′ glock
Tell me lord can ya feel me show a way
I′m praying but my enemies won′t go away
And everywhere i turn i see niggas burn
Every nigga that i know′s on death row
My younger homie′s 17 and he paid a price
Li′l young motherfuckers doing triple life
Though i tell him in his letters its getting better
If my nigga knew the truth he′d hit the roof
Just heard ya baby′s mama was smoked out
Fuck the drama
Wanna break my loc′s out
Smoking blunts getting drunk off that tanqueray gin
′bout to break my nigga out the fuckin′ pen
Mama raised a hellraiser
Come on ugh mama raised a hellraiser
Dear lord can ya feel me


Chorus


Dear lord can ya hear me
It′s just me
A young nigga tryin′ to make it on these rough streets
I′m on my knees beggin′ please come and save me
The whole world done made a nigga craazy
I got my .357 can′t control it
Screaming die motherfucker and he′s loaded
Everybody run for cover ahh shit
Thug life motherfucker duck quick
Now am i wrong if i am don′t worry me
Cause do or die getting high ′til they bury me
Dear lord if ya hear me tell me why
Li′l girl like natasha had to die
She never got to see the bullet just heard the shot
Her little body couldn′t take it she shook and dropped
When it′s all on the news how she bucked the girl to kill natasha
Now i′m screaming fuck the world
In the end it′s my friends
That flip flop lip locks
On my dick when my shit drop
Thug life motherfucker i lick shots
Every nigga on my block
Drop two cops
Dear lord can ya hear me
When i die let a nigga be strapped fucked up and high
With my hands on the trigger thug nigga
Stressing like a motherfucking drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights i′ma thug fo′ life
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a hellraiser why cry
That′s just life in the ghetto
Do or die

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

Krazy

[Talking]

You done busting your fist against a stone wall
Your not using your brain
That′s what the white man wants you to do
Look at cha
What makes you ashamed of being black?

Even I know how hard it is
Being a woman
A black woman at that
Shit
It′s white mans world

Sometimes we over look the fact
that we try hard in our situation
not knowing the pain we can cause

It′s white mans world

I ain′t saying I′m innocent of all this
I′m just saying
This song is for y′all
For all those times that I messed up
That we messed up

[Verse 1]

Dear sister got me twisted up in prison I miss ya
Crying
Looking at my nieces and nephews picture
They say don′t let this cruel world get ya
Kinda suspicious
Swearing one day you might leave me
For someone that′s richer
Twist the cap off the bottle
I take a sip and see tomorrow
Gotta make if I have to beg and borrow
Reading love letters, late night, locked down, and quiet
If brothers don′t receive their mail, best believe we riot
Eating jack mat, staring at walls in silence
Inside this cage where they captured all my rage and violence
In time I learned a few lessons
Never fall for riches
Apologizes to my true sisters
Far from bitches
Help me raise my black nation reparations are due
It′s true
Caught up in this world I took advantage of you
So tell the babies how I love them
Precious boys and girls
Born black, in this white mans world
and all I heard was

[Chorus]

Who, knows what tomorrow brings
(Born Black, in this white mans world)
In this world where everyone lies
(All my little blacks)
(Born Black, in this white mans world)
Where to go
No matter how far I find
To let you know
That you′re not alone

[Verse 2]

Being born with less, I must confess
Only adds on to the stress
Two gunshots to my homies head died in his vest
Shot him to death and left him bleeding for his family to see
I pass his casket, gently asking, is there heaven for G′s?
My homeboys doing life
His baby mama be stressing
Shedding tears when her son
Finally asks that questions
Where my daddy at?
Mama, why we live so poor?
Why you crying?
Heard you late night, through my bedroom door
Now do you love me mama?
Why they keep calling me nigga?
Get my weight up, with my hate
And pay ′em back when I′m bigga
Still thuggin′ in this jail cell missing my block
Hearing brothers screaming all night, wishing they′d stop
Proud to be black but why we act like we don′t love ourselves
Don′t look around busta
Check yourselves
Know what it means to be black whether a man or girl
We still struggling
In this white man′s world

[Chorus]

(We must fight for brother ??)
(We must fight for brother Mutulu)
Oh, who knows what tomorrow brings
(We must fight for brother ??)
(We must fight for brother Geronimo Pratt)
In this world where everyone lies
(We must fight)
Where to go
No matter how far I find
To let you know
(We must fight for the countless political prisoners,
who are locked up ?? white man)
That you′re not alone

[Verse 3]

So tell me why you changed
Choose a new direction
In a blink of an eye
My time away just made perfection
You think I′d die
Not gon′ cry why should I care
Like we holding on to lost love that′s no longer there
Can you please help me
God bless me please, keep my seeds healthy
Making all my enemies bleed while my G′s wealthy
Hoping they bury me with ammunitions, weed, and shells
Just in case they trip in heaven, ain′t no G′s in hell
Sister sorry for the pain that I caused your heart
I know I′ll change if ya help me
But don′t fall apart
Rest in peace to Latasha, Little Yummy, and Kato
To much for this cold world to take
Ended up being fatal
Every women in America especially black
Bear with me, can′t you see that we under attack
I never meant to cause drama
To my sister and mama
Hoping we make it
To better times

In this white mans world

[Chorus]

(Your out of touch with reality)
Who, knows what tomorrow brings
(While a few of you in a smoke filled room calling
that the mainstream while the masses of the people,
white and black, red, yellow, brown,
poor and vulnerable are suffering in this nation)
In this world where everyone lies
Where to go
No matter how far I find
To let you know
That you′re not alone

[Chorus] 2x
Who, knows what tomorrow brings
In this world where everyone lies
Where to go
No matter how far I find
To let you know
That you′re not alone

[Tupac Talking]

Mumia Abul Jamal ... all the real OG′s we out

[Revolutionary]

The seal, in the constitution
Reflects the thinking of the founding fathers
That this was to be a nation by white people, and for white people
Native Americans, Blacks, and all other non White people
Were to be the burden barer′s for the real citizen of this nation

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

[2Pac]
Got me up against the fence, back against the wall
Get to actin like a fool, cause ain′t no justice for the dog
Got to take it out on all y′all, better read the papers
All my homies goin crazy baby only God could save us
Got my, min on currency hurry see I ain′t worried
It′s a gangsta party, so Bad Boy gettin buried
Snoop Dogg, why they fantasize? (fantasize)
When we ride, it′s a must havin sets die, everytime

[Snoop Dogg]
*singing*
Yes yes y′all, not $hort but Snoop Dogg
And you know it′s like that y′all
*rapping*
I′m so smooth about my paper check it just how it′s done
I′m servin any on a platter Snoop Dogg Corleone
Corleone, now do you know what that mean?
A Teflon Don to this hip-hop game, super supreme
It′s like what happen can happen but will it stop
That won′t happen I′m feelin good about the mission for jackin
*singing*
Aiyyo patnah, can you feel me?
Why these fools, tryin ta kill me?
*rapping*
It′s so hard to stay focused on my eyes and prize
But if I don′t, the Dogg won′t survive

[2Pac]
We ballin in my opinion eternal was wild wheel spinnin
One sip a minute is represented for five minutes
Two of the livest wanted dead or alive
We riders inventers because we ain′t quiet and watch the G′s ride
Two of Amerikkkaz Most, straight out the West Coast
Bow down fool, this is Death Row
Been waitin way too long, bust out the pen, now it′s on
C′mon, Snoop Dogg, time to bone

[Snoop Dogg]
Ain′t nuttin changed too down to hang I slang a bang with a rhyme
Me and the homey Pac trippin Death Row on knobs
Gon survive by Eastside of DPG′z
Still creepin bump through the hood, always involved in the streets
(Westside!) Snoop Doggy Dogg homey, did you forget who I was
The Big Homey to you, there it is and there it was...
Now take a look through the eyes of G
And just ride to the rhythm of a gangsta beat

[2Pac]
All my homies tellin, me, ain′t no love for a real G
You straight cowards all you playa haters kill me
Throw up your hands if you feel me
We gettin dollars homey Holla If You Hear Me
It′s one time for my comrades doin bad lockdown
Fresh out bust the top and bounce drop down
Can you visualize perfection?
Cause every rider in my set labelled a vet best in their profession
Don′t hold your breath, stick to Smith and Wessun
Steady study your lessons to keep the crowd guessin

[Snoop]
Straight gangsta, y′know?
Money to be made, situations get deeper
Niggaz always tryin ta creep
But I know what time it is

Gangstas, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, gangstas
Play or stay
Yeah, play or stay
Y′know? Stay a gangsta
All my doggs, all my niggaz on lockdown, Big Dogg
It′s for you nigga
We gonna ride this motherfucker til the wheels fall off
Yeah yeah
Play or stay
Yeah, play or stay
Yeah yeah, play or stay
Yeah yeah, Death Row!
Yeah yeah, my nigga 2Pac rest in peace
Dogg Pound
Dippin real hard y′knowhatI′msayin?

Yeah yeah, stay down
Gangstas gangstas
Foe life, Eastside!
Westside of the coast
Yeah, Eastside!
Mmmm, for all my soldiers
Yeah
Where ya at?
Yeah

Y′know? Yeah
Stay down
For real
Y′know? What it look like?
Mmm, what it feel like?
It ain′t easy, y′know? Death Row

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

featuring Obie Trice

{Obie Trice}
Ha ha, yeah

{Tupac}
Nigga fuck that Gin and Juice (Hennessy)

Just Pour a nigga a glass

Hennessy, that dark shit (That′s right)

{Obie Trice}
Hey pour me some of that too baby

[Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice]
They wanna know who′s my role model
It′s in the brown bottle (Yo what′s our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessy

They wanna know who′s my role model
It′s in the brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto)
Hennessy

{Tupac}
Ha ha ha ha, Y′all niggaz can′t fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy)

{Obie Trice}
That′s what your sippin on
Now what′s you name nigga?

{Tupac}
Big ballin ass nigga named Pac

[Verse 1: Tupac]
Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death
I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath
These motherfuckaz wanna see me die
So who am I to try to warn ‘em, I′ll buck and bomb ‘em, them niggas fry
Hey remember me? Down that Hennessy
The nigga you don′t wanna see, let me proceed
My definition of some thug shit, y′all don′t hear me?
Now that it′s poppin aint no love bitch
I maintain in the game, in the gutter is where I still kick it
I′m tryin to hustle up a meal ticket
I′m still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days
Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid
So nigga blaze, cuz we some motherfuckin fools
Walkin through the streets wearing jewels
Breakin niggaz, fakin moves
Even the cops can′t stop us
My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy

[Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice]
They wanna know who′s my role model
It′s in the brown bottle (Yo what′s our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessy

They wanna know who′s my role model
It′s in the brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto)
Hennessy

{Tupac}
Ha ha ha, Y′all niggaz can′t fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy)

{Obie Trice}
That′s what I′m sippin on
Now let me tell ‘em who I be

{Tupac}
Big ballin ass nigga named Trice

[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
Now I was born in Detroit on the side that′s west
Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess
Tried to apply myself, but niggas was ballin
My momma couldn′t tell me shit, the streets was callin
I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law
I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw
P Funk, got it pumpin, he had the connects
Through the sack to us little niggaz workin the set
And if you got it you getting wet, nigga bet on that
Don′t come around hurr on that floss shit
Detroit niggaz off shit
(Robbin niggaz in the door ways) That′s right
(With my 4-4, that′s the sure way)
And this your old days, all eyez on me
We was loony I suppose you could (die homie)
O Trice always repped his block
Pass the hen and that ice come on a track with pac

@ 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:

My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island
All the penitentiaries
Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo Pratt
All the political Prisoners
San Quinton
All the jailhouses
I′m with you

Yeah
One Thug, One Thug
How do we keep the music playing
One Thug, One Thug

[Verse 1]

I wake up early in the morning
mind state so military
Suckas fantasizing
Pictures of a young brother buried
Was it me
The Weed
Or this life I lead
If daytime is for suckas then tonight we breathe
Out for all that
Knowing that this world brings drawbacks
Look how they shiver
Once I deliver these war raps
Meet me at the cemetery dressed in black
Tonight we
Honor the dead, those who won′t be back
So if I die do the same for me
Shed no tears
An Outlaw, thug living in this game for years
Why worry?
Hope to God
Get me high when I′m buried
Knowing deep inside only a few love me
Don′t rush me through the gates of heaven
Let me picture for a while
How I lived from my days as a child
I wonder now
How do we outlast, always get cash
Stay strong if we all mash
Hold Your head

[Chorus]

How do we keep the music playing
(You got to hold your head)
How do we get ahead
(Hold your head)
Too many young black brothers are dying
(You got to hold your head)
Living fast, too fast
(hahaha)

[Verse 2]

These felonies be like prophecies
Begging me to stop
Cause these lawyers getting money every time they knock us
Snatch they pockets lyrically
Suckas flee when they notice
Switched my name to Makaveli
Had the rap game closed
Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows, they froze
Now suckas idolize my chosen blows
And more money, mean litigating
More playa hating
Got a cell at the Penn for me waiting
Is this my fate?
Miss me with that misdemeanor thinking
We fall back
Never had too much Tequilla drinking
We all that
Make them understand me
You lie to say my posse
Everyone roll with me is family
Cause every bodies got me
Watch me paint a perfect vision
This life we living
Got us all meeting up in prison
Last week I got a letter from my road dog
Written in blood
Saying Please show a young playa love
Hold your head
Hold it

[Chorus]

How do we keep the music playing
(You got to hold your head)
How do we get ahead
(C′Mon, Hold your head)
Too many young black brothers are dying
(Yes, hold hold your head)
Living fast, too fast
(Weed got me thinking in my mind)

[Verse 3]

God bless the child that can hold is own
Indeed
Enemies bleed when I hold my chrome
Let these words be the last
To my unborn seeds
Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed
Currency means nothing if you still ain′t free
Money breeds jealousy, take the game from me
I hope for better days
Trouble comes naturally
Running from authorities
Till they capture me
And my aim, is to spread more smiles than tears
Utilize lessons learned from my childhood years
Maybe mama had it all right
Rest your head
Straight conversation all night
Bless the dead
To the homies that I used to have
That no longer roll
Catch a brother at the crossroads
Plus, nobody knows my soul
Watching time pass
Through the glass of my drop top Rolls
Hold your head

[Chorus]

How do we keep the music playing
(You got to hold your head)
How do we get ahead
(No matter how hard it gets, feel me, c′mon)
(Hold your head)
Too many young black brothers are dying
(Smoke some weed, drink a drink, read a book,
watch the stars, get some pussy, whatever)
Living fast, too fast

How do we keep the music playing
(Yes, you got to hold your head)
How do we get ahead

@ 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

Текст песни:

Outlaw
Go head
In This
No doubt
Death Row
Makaveli
You can call me daddy
I′ll be ya daddy
Just like Daddy
For the ladies

[Chorus]

Come to me anytime you want
Dedicate slow jams on the radio
Oh I
Know your happy I can feel ya passion
Looking out for ya just like daddy
Come on
Sunshine turns to rain
Baby I can take away ya pain
If ya trust me
Close your eyes, and feel the magic
Never leave when ya need me
I′ll do ya just like daddy

[E.D.I]

I met her when she was younger
Her daddy died when she was younger
Her moms let her do what she please it seemed no one loved her
Her eyes shined love a diamond in the rough
The kind that you can love
Not yet touched
With so much, potential
Youngster, let me got your mental
Into a place, with the sourness of pain you′ll never taste
By God′s grace you were born with that face
Nothing but pure beauty
So for an eternity I feel it′s my duty
To be a souljah, oh yeah baby I got plans to mold ya
And in the coldest nights is when I hold ya
Like I′m supposed to
As we roll closer
I′ll take your hand gladly
Anything ya need ask me
Spoil my baby girl just like daddy

[Verse 2 - Tupac]

You alleviate the stress spending time with you, I feel blessed
When you gone feel the pain so strong
Deep in my chest
When I got arrested
Came so close to going to jail
Throwin blows at the po-pos breakin they nails
Screamin loud goin all out
Damn I did
You stayed locked down at moms house
Watchin the kids, through the whole bid
In tha V-I
I seen ya daily
When my fake homies try ta fuck you
You run and tell me
That′s why I stay committed
I thank God every time I hit it
Hoping you′ll forgive me, for the times I bullshitted
Me and you against the world
We untouchable
Screamin like ya dying every time I′m fuckin′ you
Ya never had a father or a family, but I′ll be there
No need to fear so much insanity
And through the years
I know ya gave me your heart
Plus
When I′m dirt broke and fucked up
You still love me

[Chorus]

Come to me anytime you want
Dedicate slow james on the radio
Oh I
Know your happy I can feel ya passion
Looking out for ya just like daddy
Come on
Sunshine turns to rain
Baby I can take away ya pain
If ya trust me
Close your eyes, and feel the magic
Never leave when ya need me
I′ll do ya just like daddy

[Kadafi]

Boo would ya, die for me?
Down holdin my pistol, gettin high
With mean sounds tougher than bristles
Fool when you cry I′ll be ya tissue
Back in the county writing letters how I miss you
Giving you credit, apologetic how I dis you
Get you for thinkin like a minor and on a level of one
And sometime daddy ready to wine ya and dine ya
Lace ya for total vigina and still
We right behind ya tru
Life just me and you no tellin′ what we could do
Getting high between the sheets
Make the shit right here discrete
Putting hickies on ya belly while we fucking on the beach
I love it when ya nut up and grab me
I feel for ya badly, baby girl just like daddy

[Young Noble]

Shorty I lend my hand out to help ya
Lost soul looking for shelter
On the late night accept it
Treat ya good won′t disrespect ya
My age is young
Out of place binge days is done
From a trixy to a missy, you know I raised ya hon
Placed her under my wing
Showed her how we swing
Now she rollin′ blunts for a king
One day labeled thug Mrs
The essence of my ghetto sistas
Hugs and kisses
That′s just for me to be a father figure

Chorus over top of talking

@ 2pac

Текст песни:

[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:

In the life we live as thugs,
Everbody fuckin wit us so can′t you see
It′s hard to be a man.
Ridin wit my gun in hand.

Why explain the game? Niggas ain′t listenin.
Stuck in positions. If victims can′t stand the heat,
Then stay the fuck out the kitchen.
Have these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean.
Itchin, givin suckas plenty space.
Have these bitch niggas snitchin.
Where are we now? Guns found daily.
The feds surely hope that they could finally nail me for sellin dope.
They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap.
Attack. Words bein known to explode on contact.
Extreme at times. Blinded by my passion and fury.
Look at me laugh at my competition′s flashin my jewelry.
You′d stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective.
The shit you heard ain′t do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch.
Run up, face me and trace wit an infared beam.
It seems niggas ain′t recognize my team.
Ain′t nobody holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti.
Unload it. Cuz niggas ain′t ready. The life of an outlaw.

Chorus repeats

Code 3. Attack formation. Pull out your pistols.
Keep an eye out for the devils cuz they itchin to get you.
Mercy to this madman screamin kamikaze in tongue.
Automatic gunfire makin all my enemies run.
Who should I call when I′m shot and bleedin.
Indeed the possibility has part a chase in cream.
Dope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, just a chosen few.
My foes victim of explosives. Come closer. Exhale the fumes.
We got memories fadin fast. A slave for cash.
Accelerate, mash, blast, then dash.
Don′t look now. How you like it, raw.
Niggas ain′t ready for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender.
Death is for a son to stay free. I′m thugged out.
Fuck the world cuz this is how they made me.
Scarred but still breathin.
Believe in me and you could see the victory.
A warrior with jewels. Can you picture me?
Life of and outlaw.

Chorus repeats

City under siege. It′s like I can′t even breathe.
I′m from the state of car theives. G, deep from the street.
Plenty beef. I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene.
Mobb Deep. This nigga from behind tryin to creep.
No halfs wit no straps, jack.
It′s on to bounce back.
And an ounce so fat, they snatch my style ???
Get this grip wit hollows to get cha.
Snip wit clippers. Get the picture?
I wrote my life down like a scripture.

And I′m still on lost in the land of the lonely.
Where ain′t nobody holy. A matter of a fact, we unholy.
Everybody livin soley for themselves. Too ?? on a land hell.
Somebody need me. You know we lost hope and we needin it.
Wit the evil it′s forever. But it might be low down, scandalouz
Like a tramp is. All for the street fame on how to be managed.
To plan shit. 6 months in advaced to what we plotted.
Approved to go on swole and now I got it.

Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they′d love to catch Kastro sleepin.
Attach a strap under my pillow and a hand like we freakin.
Creepin deep into morning. Peepin out the weak.
While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for it′s self.
No doubt. Outlaw. Outta my mind, outta time. You′re all blind.
Some kind of life of mine Kato don′t mind.
Findin it funny, matter of fact, cuz it is.
Perhaps finally I look at that true over the years as an outlaw.
Eh, Noble.
What′s up nigga.
Would you die for me, nigga?
Hell yeah.
Would you kill for me?
On my grandmother, nigga.
Ah yo.
What′s up.
Let′s ride on them stupid bitches right now.
Watch out.

Well now they all say they roaches and parasites.
Snakes and all they might
Thug Life break night.
Drink till we fist fight.
Life or death. But you can′t win with a vest.
But there won′t be no breathing for the reason
Punk bitch on your breath.
I see day is dark and I admit it′s dark.
So chase ???
Hide your stash
Beware foolin marks.
And yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left for PO′s belly.
And let me bust back to them niggas till they all sweaty

@ 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:

[Featuring Treach, Riddler]
[2Pac]
Now I′ve got to ask, on a nigga′s ass, tell me will they blast me?
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now, it′s gettin crazy after dark, these narcs
be like tryin to shut me down but I′m too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I′ve been movin these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I′m stackin G′s, buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killas on my payroll, and they know
When it′s time to handle business, nigga lay low
Although I′m young, I′m still comin up
I′m gettin paid, pullin raises on niggas when they runnin up
The first to pull a strap when there′s drama
Busta, you ain′t heard?
I′ve been slicin motherfuckerss since I lost my momma
There ain′t a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocked, G, and they don′t quit until they drop me
I′m loyal to the game
*Chorus*
[Treach]
Without no doubt I ain′t no slouch and it ain′t time to back down
So I jumps in and try to stop-a and watch-a
Slap you cock-eyed like Popeye fucks spinach
Forgotten more shit than most crews ever know, or ever knew
Was born with 7 flows and only heaven knew
For beat the boot sex, the news breaks, the you shakes
Worse, they heard we got more nerve than a 2-fake
Yoo-hoo to you crew and you too so you knew
I′m from Jersey and I′m a teen so your block more than you do
Whose the new crew?
Show me your neck brotha, and here′s another
Smack your mother′s mamma′s mother
In the first mob of all those other crack lovers
Back was bitch-ass, trick ass, cluk-clow-cluk-clow
How ya like me then, how ya like me, hey-ho, how ya like me now?
Ow, pow, hurt, don′t it? Bow, bow, don′t run up on it
The same thing minus "P" hangin possies like an exponent
Oh yes, rock in slums, ya gots to run it
It makes no sense to smell like shit
If old ass George could be Washing-tons
*Chorus*
[Riddler]
Now I be loyal to my niggas on the blocks, just buckin the shots
And packin the glocks
and dodgin the cops, and takin over niggas spots
Poppin after poppin the fools be droppin, the hoes be hoppin
On my thing cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim
You lookin grim, is it me or him or him
Or be with me, we be together
So what′s up? We can do whatever
Cause real niggas stick together
Till they make it up to heaven
Through the stress, through the hell, through the 1-8-7
The shorter the nigga, the bigga the trigga
The deeper they dig the ditch-a
The Naughty the Treach
then through to the Pac I brings the glock I wets up
You fuckin body, Im like, Oh my Gody
Did I really shoot him? Yo I shot him
So got him, now I puts the crime behind me
And finds me, a place to lays my head low
I lives doin my rap, but I dies for my hood row
So all you fuckin fools better recognize, and know my fuckin name
I be Riddler to my niggas and Im loyal to the game
[Chorus]

@ 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:

It′s just me against tha world

Ooohhhhh ooohhhhh


Just me against tha world baby


Ohhhhhh ohhhhhh

I got nothin′ ta lose
It′s just me against tha world

Ohhhhh

Stuck in tha game
Me against tha world baby

Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in tha city
Tha cops is hot for me
Tha projects is full of bullets
Tha bodies is droppin′
There ain′t no stoppin me
Constantly moven while maken millions
Witnessin′ killins
Leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Caries tha children
Cause they′re illin′
Addicted to killin′
A near appeal from tha cap pealin′
What i′m feelin′
But will they last or be blasted
Hard headed bastard
Maybe he′ll listen in his casket
Tha aftermath
More bodies being buried
I′m losen my homies in a hurry
They′re relocating to tha cemetary
Got me worried
Stressin′
My visions bluried
Tha question is will i live
No one in tha world loves me
I′m headed for danger
Don′t trust strangers
Put one in tha chamber
Whatever i′m feelin′ is anger
Don′t wanna make excuses
Cause this is how it is
What′s tha use
Unless we′re shootin′
No one notices tha youth
It′s just me against tha world baby



Chorus
Ooohhhhh
Me against tha world
It′s just me against tha world
Ooohhhhh

It′s just me against tha world
Me against tha world
Cause it′s just me against tha world baby

Me against tha world

Ooohhhh yeeah

I got nothin′ ta lose
It′s just me against tha world baby

I got nothin′ ta lose

[dramacydal′s verse]

Could somebody help me?
I′m out here all by myself
Seeing ladies in stores
Baby capones
Livin wealthy
Pictures of my birth
On tha surface what i′m dreamin′
Seein′ daddy seein′
Full of crooked deamons
Already crazy and screamin′
I guess them nightmares as a child
Had me scared
But left me prepared
For awhile
Is there another route?
For crooked outlaws
That are in a villian of young thugs

Everday is more death
Plus i′m more rollin
I′m seein more beatens
For me
To proceed with fear
Scheme on schemeing
Amd leavin′ their peeps grievin′
Cause ain′t no bucks ta stack up
My nuts is backed up
I′m about ta act up
Go load tha mack up
Now watch me klack up
Try makin′ fat cuts
But yo it ain′t workin
And evils lurken
I can see him smirken
When i gets tha bourbon
So what
Go put some work in
And make my mail
Makin′ sells
Risken 25 with a ′l′
But oh well


Chorus
Me against tha world
With nothin′ ta lose
It′s just me against tha world

Ooohhhh

It′s just me against tha world baby
Me against tha world
I got nothin′ ta lose
It′s just me against tha world

Heeeyyy

It′s just me against tha world baby

With nothin ta lose
It′s just me against tha world baby
Me against tha world

Me against tha world

I got nothin′ ta lose
It′s just me against tha world baby

Heeeyyy

[tupac′s verse]

With all this extra stressin′
Tha question i wonder is after death
I feel my last breath
When will i finaly get to rest from this supression
They punish tha people that′s askin questions
And those that possess
Steal from tha ones without possesions
Tha message i stress
To make it stop
Study your lessons
Don′t settle for less
Even tha genius asks questions
Be gratifull for blessins
Don′t ever change
Keep your essense
Tha powers in tha people and tha politics we address
Always do your best
Don′t let this pressure make ya panic
And when ya get stranded
And things don′t go tha way ya planed it
Dreaming of richs
In a position of makin′ a difference
Polititions and hipocrites
They don′t wanna listen
If i′m insane
Then tha fame ain′t about ta change
It wasn′t nothin′ like tha game
It′s just me against tha world


Chorus
Me against tha world
Nothin ta lose
It′s just me against tha world baby

Me against tha world
Got me stuck in tha game
It′s just me against tha world
Ooohhhh

I′m outshining [???] tha news
It′s just me against tha world baby
Hahaha
Me against tha world
That′s right...
I know it seem hard someties, but uh...
Remember one thing
Through every dark night
There′s a bright day after that
So no matter how hard it get
Stick ya chest out
Keep ya head up
And handle it

Me against tha world
Me against tha world
Me against tha world
Fades...


@ 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