2 Pac

Against All Odds

Intro:



One love... one love... one thug

One nation... twenty-one gun salute



Chorus:



I'm hopin my true mothafuckaz know

This be the realest shit I ever wrote

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

To the truest shit I ever spoke



Verse One:



21 gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots

Dissapeared in the crap, 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 fanatasies, nigga I reject your deposit

We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closet

Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out

Next time grown folks talk, nigga close your mouths

Peep me, I take this war shit deeply

I see too many real playas fall to let these bitch niggaz to beat me

Puffy, lets be honest you a punk

or you gonna see me with gloves

Remember that shit you said in vibe about me being a Thug

You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want

But, you and I know what's going on

Pay back I knew you bitch niggaz 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

Niggas looking like, Larry Holmes flabby and shit

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 niggaz goin crazy, against all odds



Chorus 2X



Verse Two:



I heard he was light skined, stocky with a haitian accent

Jewelry, fast cars and he's known for flashing (what's his name)

Listen while I take you back 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 niggaz was listening, The World is Mine

Set me up, wet me up, niggaz stuck me up

Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up

Touch one of mine on everything I own

I'll destroy everything you touch, play the game nigga

All out warfare, Eye For An Eye

Last words to a bitch nigga, why you lie?

Now you gotta watch your back nigga, watch your front

Here we come gunshots to deck, now you stuck

Fuck the rap game nigga, nigga This M.O.B

So believe me, we enemies, I go, against all odds



Chorus 2X



Verse Three:



Puffy gettin robbed like a 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

Restin dead, switch sides

Guess his new friends want him dead

Probably be murdered for the shit that I said

I bring the real, be a legend or even the dead

Lord listen to me

God don't like ugly It Was Written

Hey Nas your whole damn style is weak

You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers

All my run-in with authorities, felonious capers

Now you want to live my life, so what's the deal

Niggaz that don't ride 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 niggaz hear the truth from me

What would you do if you was me (nigga), against all odds



Chorus 2X



Against all odds

All Bout U

featuring Dru Down, Nate Dogg, Outlawz, Snoop Doggy Dogg



[2Pac] Ahh yeah

[Down] Yeauhh!

[2Pac] It's all about you, one time!

[Down] I'ma say it's all about you baby, yeah

[2Pac] Haha, for the bitches that think it's all about you

It's all about you

[Down] This Dru Down in the house, with my boy 'Pizznac

YouknowhatI'msayin?

[2Pac] It's all about you

[Down] Yeah I'm gon' say it's all about you

but you know I'm lyin though, hah! Yeauhh



[2Pac]

You probably crooked as the last trick; want it light

but how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch

Thinkin I had her but she had me in the long run

It's just my luck I'm stuck with fuckin with the wrong one, uh!

Wise decisions, based on lies we livin

Scandalous times, this game's like my religion

You could be rollin with a thug

Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin for some love

In every club, I see you starin like you want it

Well baby if you got it better flaunt it

Let the liquor help you get up on it

I'm still tipsy from last night

Bumpin these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life

I try to holla but you tell me you taken

Sayin you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makin

Guess it's true what they tellin me

Fresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity

So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit

Fantansies of us sweatin, can I hit it? (Hahaha)

Addicted to the things you do, but still true

What I'm sayin Boo, is this is all about you



[Nate Dogg]

Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o

(It's all about you)

No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

(Yeah nigga, ha ha ha ha!)

Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o

(It's all about you)

No matter where I go, I see the same hoe



[2Pac]

I make a promise if you go with me, just let me know

I'll have you hollerin my name out before I leave

Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga; I only hung out

with the criminals and the drug dealers, I love niggaz

cause we comin from the same place

Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takes

How can I tell her I'm a playa, and I don't even care

Creep though, weed smoke's into the air

Everywhere I go, it's all about the groupie hoes

waitin for niggaz at the end, of every show

I just seen you in my friend's, video

Could never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go

Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin through..

It's all about you.. hahaha, yeah nigga!

It's all about you!



[Nate Dogg]

Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o

(It's all about you)

No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o

(It's all about you)

No matter where I go, I see the same hoe



[Outlawz]

Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu?

It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew

Every other city we go and every video

Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe

You think it's all about you? Well Boo

I gets Down like Dru and my nasty new niggaz, too



You couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter track

A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff

When I started to snaps all your rode 'em swoll

Straight in control, flows'll fold, while hoes cold stroll

Hold the set, I told Dramacy' go in next

Golddiggin, cold diggin a gold Rolex



I slide in easily, try a grizzly

Sluts know the cuts, I came to fuck, try skeezin me

Runnin up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya

At the most, I fucked a bitch from the West Coast to West Virginia



[Nate Dogg]

Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o

(It's all about you)

No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o

(It's all about you)

No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o

(It's all about you)

No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o

No matter where I go, I see the same hoe



[Snoop Doggy Dogg *speaking over last two lines*]

I'm tellin ya, it's the same ol' shit

I mean.. god damn, youknowhatI'msayin?

I'm sittin back, watchin Montell Jordan video

I see the same bitch, who was in, my homeboy Nate Dogg video

Then I flip the channel

I'm checkin out my homeboy Tupac video

I see the same bitch that was in my video, yaknahmsayin?

And then yaknahmsayin what make that even mo' fucked up

I'm watchin a Million Man March

And I see the same bitch, on the Million Man March

that was in, the homeboy Warren G video!

I mean, damn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go

I see the same hoe

Don't get mad, I'm only bein real

Yeah

All Out

[hellicopter propeller turning]

[Kastro & Napoleon]
We goin all out (aiiiite)
We goin all out (aiiiite)
We goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz
(That's right, fuck these fag niggaz)
Do it, do it, do it

[2Pac]
Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah
Outlaw 'til it's over, brand as my strap
Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man
Whenever sober, on a one man mission
My ambition to hold up the rap game
While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts
And still down to die for all my souljas
Like hillbillies, they don't fear me
So refuse bringin war to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor
A general in war, I'm the first to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed
I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein
Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me
While bitches wonderin who shot me
No love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi
Murder my friends, build a new posse
We takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin caps to Jay-Z
(buck buck buck buck buck buck)
And still avoid capture, while y'all caught up in the rapture
Still after me, I'm in Jamacia sippin daquiris, no doubt
We used to havin nothin, then grabbin somethin and bustin
Wanted to be the thug-nigga, that my old man wasn't
I came to a field, catchin cases, litigation
Niggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 states
I'm screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific
We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific
And get this, I'm hard to kill, when I peel with this live spot
Father, how the hell did I survive, these five shots?
Live it up, of give it up, and my demons
Late night, hear them screamin; we goin all out!

[Chorus: EDI]
We goin all out, bomb first till they fall out
Take them the war route, without a doubt
Ball, which means we all ride if it's on
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong
If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out
Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try'na see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out

[Napoleon]
I'm on my land sled, walkin through the belly of the beats
Feelin like I'm all out, drunk as can be
It's plain to see, that we mobb niggaz hidin' in bushes
Claimin that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion
They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in blood
Outlawz my blood brothers, I'd die for these thuggs
Say hi to this slug, it's a shame how some niggaz on the west coast
was ridin with Pac, but when he died, they went pop
I'm on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast love
But after Pac stopped rappin, it ain't no west coast thug
Just westcoast what? To my real niggaz stuck in the street game
Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin Kool-Aid through they veins
Is it true what I'm sayin? Slap your soft ass to the floor
And watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door
I ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be bitin this
It's all from my heart when I was writin this
All out

[chorus]

[Kastro]
Now, we all ride, and down to die who wit us
Speak up, or get treated like you comin to kill us
Ain't nothin but squealers, in this rap game, swearin they rough
Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin they Pac
Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain't forgot bout cha
These glocks hot, and when shot, it'll bring the bitch up out cha
It's me, Kastro with the goattee
Walkin' like a OG, cause all these fag motherfuckers owe me
I pray to the thug lord, like that motherfuckers holy
Frontline soulja, till the heavens call me
I go all out, and if you real, you real
Feel what I'm talkin' bout, cause this game is ill
I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, 'till they feel it
Livin' proof, Pac breed niggaz, they can't deal wit'
Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouth
Or get blood in it, WHAT, we goin' all out
Nigga

[chorus - 2X]

fool, you better go all out
keep goin' all out
all my niggaz goin' all out
without a muthafuckin' doubt

[EDI talking]
Ey, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhh
talkin and slippin on all of these motherfuckin records
and we ain't gon say shit, now it's 1999
It's a different grind, don't disrespect the Don
It's still war motherfuckers
So let's see you act like you know

Ambitionz Az A Ridah

Intro: 2Pac

[singsong] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah

You don't wanna fuck with me

Got the police bustin at me

But they can't do nuttin to a G

(Let's get ready to ruuumbllle)

[speaking] Now you know how we do it like a G

What really go on in the mind of a nigga

[singsong] Got the police bustin at me

But they can't do nuttin to a G

[speaking] that get down for theirs

I constantly choose money over bitches

[singsong] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah

You don't wanna fuck with me

[speaking] Stay on your grind nigga

[singsong] Got the police bustin at me

But they can't do nuttin to a G

[speaking] My ambitions as a ridah

[singsong] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah

You don't wanna fuck with me

[speaking] My amibitions as a ridah

[singsong] Got the police bustin at me...

Verse One: 2Pac

So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars

Cause life as a rap star is nothin without heart

Was born ruff and rugged, addressin the mad public

My attitude was 'fuck it' cause motherfuckers love it

To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease

Though life is complicated, only what you make it be

Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her

while she hot and horny, go up inside her

Then I spit some game in her ear, 'Go to the tele hoe'

You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke

I'm smokin bomb ass weed feelin crucial

From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual

From hustlin them bread, to breakin motherfuckers to payin

I got no time for these bitches cause these hoes tried to play us

I'm on a meal ticket mission, want a mil, so I'm wishin

Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!(

I'ma ride though, clown hoes like it's manditory

No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted

Now it's on and it's on because I said so

Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row

Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious

Started plotin and planin on scemes to come and trick us

But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah)

Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night

Got problems then handle it motherfuckers see me

These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they hearts they wanna be me

Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right besideee ya

Hopin ya listen I catch you payin attention to my amibitions as a

ridah

Chorus: 2Pac

[singsong] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah

You don't wanna fuck with me

[speaking] My ambitions as a ridah

[singsong] Got the police bustin at me

But they can't do nuttin to a G

Verse Two: 2Pac

(I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah)

It was my only wish to rise

Above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise

When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the

nine

I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfucker they life

That's what they screaming as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill

So open fire, I see you kill me (that's all you niggaz got?) witness

my steel

Spittin at adversaries envious and after me

I'd rather die before they catchin me, watch me bleed

Mama corrected me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts

I'm innocent, said there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught

Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice

Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson

Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it

Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it

When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave

Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah

Chorus

Verse Three: 2Pac

My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me

Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me

I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years

Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears

Question my methods to switchin keys, sure as some bitches bleeds

Niggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed

Blast me but they didn't finish, didn't diminish my powers

so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards

That's why they tried to set me up

Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up

But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated

At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it

Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary

For money, I'll have these mutherfuckers buried (I been)

gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it

Knowin when I get out, they gonna feel it

Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside

Then cry from all your people when they find her

Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it, revenge on them niggaz

that played me, and all the cowards that was down widdit

Now it's your nigga right beside ya

Hopin ya listenin I catch you payin attention to my ambitions as a

ridah

Chorus 2.5X

As The World Turns

[2Pac]
As the world turns..
As the world turns my ni**az grow and grow and grow
and get dough and roll and ride
ni**az die and mommas cry
ni**az got alibis and suicides and homicides
and three strikes and yo' life and my life and times change
And ni**az fame, as the world turns..

Though I walk thru the valley of hell the shadow follows me
Wisdom hard to swallow tomorrow expect apologies
You probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet
Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted
and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me
I pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me
And still, the best of us build, and reach monetary gains
Some of us kill, but still, most of us can change
if we search deeper, god bless the hustler, curse the first sleeper
Enemies get beside me, flows go deeper inside
We we ride plots keep all my enemies blinded
Time will soon show, a thought can last for years
Outshinin them fakes smile plastic tears
like last year, ni**az stuck in the past, and it's clear
Just some busta a*s bastards allergic to cash this year
Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-B
Killin bustaz is my motherf**kin job, him or me
Lyrically fatally driven, ni**az reported missin
My competition dead or in prison, as the world turns...

[Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background)]

(Turns.. turns, turns, turns, and turns
My ni**az grow and grow and grow
and gettin dough and dough and dough
from this state to that state
from this cell to that cell, as the world turns)

As the world keeps turnin round and round
It's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin

[Young Noble]
As the world turn burnin paths, starin through my rearview
It's a war goin on, and the President is in too
I hear Tu-Pac sayin, "Watch em they'll kill you"
Sippin Thug Pa*sion, scrub actin like he feel you
Steady plottin, ready or not; Outlawz lost
but not forgotten, from Gittere to Compton
A spitter of the hotness, long timeness
So like six I ain't never been rich
I need cream, to buy Ellene a dream house
She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlawww

[Napoleon]
Another lonely ni**a with a 12-gage pump
with a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, f**k these punks
Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt
I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf
I ride or die for Makaveli the legendary war thug ni**a
Kadafi betta unslug this ni**a, Seike betta undrug this ni**a
Out of the buildin we street children with no souls
Our hearts gon' stay cold, the war gon' stay on
We serve em, like Pac told us to, catch em wet with the tec
Hit em in the neck and watch him die like he supposed to
Napoleon the front line soldier, front times over
Rider for the mightly dollar rather drunk or sober
ni**a talkin thug walkin all through yo' squad
Y'all ni**az scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie
Better be prepared than try to dunk away from these strays homie
Worlds turn, thangs burn, all in one shot
Rest in peace to the fallen soldiers, all that we got
As the world turns..

[Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background)]

(And my ni**az roll and ride, hahaha
ni**az gettin swoll out
And it don't stop and it don't quit
That real s**t! As the world turns..
ni**az die for
How many you ni**az try for this? As the world turns
Murderin methods.. haha OUTLAW!)

As the world keeps turnin round and round
It's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin
As the world keeps turnin round and round
It's gon' be goin round as the world turns..

[E.D.I. Amin]
Only haters caught feelings, when my homie caught millions
And acquired the desired status of boss livin
We cross driven, cornered into a life that's hellish
Payin our dues with bloodshed, ain't s**t y'all could tell us
Fellas - mount up, it's time for battle, it's on now
Two worlds collidin armies ridin soldiers, gone wild
Sometimes I think my glory days was back in my youth
I sought too for family, but I got it lost in these ounces
Now as the world turns court adjourns, I'm sentenced to burn
The cost of my sins too much, nuttin left to earn

[Kadafi]
October 9th 1977 first day out my baby carriage
Married my Mack-11 hit the block playin
Only five years up in this bi**h, poppa runnin from the Feds
Puttin peanut butter on the walls to hide his prints
Me on my own, not yet grown but only man of the home
to protect my zone in these streets I roam
Dough on d-low, downin straight shots of Cristal Brothers
Hundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, f**k eighth
I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state
Got the drop on the spot, movin pounds of weight
f**k my fate and lots of loot to burn, a hustler's yearn
for this dirty money earned as this crooked world turns

[Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper (repeats as Tupac speaks)]

[2Pac]
Hahaha.. as the world turns..
and turns and turns and turns.. haha
This for the soldiers out there involved in the everyday struggle
Hopin to bubble, keep on hustlin, as the world turns
Money come and go, hoes come and go, foes come and go
Friends come and go.. my soldiers, stay eternal
Outlaw Immortalz, dedicated
I send this to black Jesus, only he can feed us
When you need us, as the world turns
Throw this s**t in the deck, hahah
ni**az gettin chin checked
From the East to the West best to wear a vest
ni**a we ain't the ones to test, f**k you
As the world turns
Outlaw ridahs, Mutah right beside us
Camillion, wanna make a million
Haha legit, as the world turns.. haha..
Burn baby burn

[Napoleon]
A lot of ni**az get burned as the world turns
A lot of ni**az gettin burned as the world turns..
Gettin burned as the world turns

Baby Don't Cry (Keep Ya Head Up II)

I feel you {uhh} .. (baby don't)

but you can't, you can't give up

{Hey.. 2Pac what?}


[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]

Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {Outlawz}
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {Keep ya head up}


[2Pac]

Now here's a story bout a woman with dreams
So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen
Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile
Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while
I could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek
Sheddin quiet tears in the back seat; so when she asked me,
"What would you do if it was you?"
Couldn't answer such a horrible pain to live through
I tried to trade places in the tragedy
I couldn't picture three crazed niggaz grabbin me
For just a moment I was trapped in the pain,
Lord come and take me
Four niggaz violated, they chased and they raped me
Even though it wasn't me, I could feel the grief
Thinkin with your brains blown that would make the pain go
No! You got to find a way to survive
cause they win when your soul dies


[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]

Baby please don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {never give up}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up}
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry


[Edi Amin]

Uhh
Forget him girl (forget him girl) he ain't gon' never change
I ain't no hater but that nigga lost in the game
After the bright lights and big thangs
he probably could loev you, but he in love with the struggle
Everyday, his mind on gettin mo' (gettin mo')
and never your feelings, he's chasin millions fo' sho'
Uh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn)
Another wild-ass nigga that's gon' drive you crazy
You got too much, mo', livin to do - I'm spittin this to you,
cause you deserve more than what he givin to you (that's right)
Beautiful, black, precious, and complicated
A new millennium dime piece, so fine she
got em all stuck standin still when she come through
Baby take a little mo' time, love'll find you
And show us the sky's blue somebody other than me
gon' give you everything you need, feel me?
{Don't cry-ahhhhh..}


[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]

Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {keep your head up}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up}
Even when the road is hard, never give up {no no.. ohhhh}
Baby don't cry



[Young Noble]

I'm tryin to do all that I can, from jump
Now you losin, you was choosin the wrong man
Dealt the wrong hand, you was young and beautiful
Lost and turned out, what you let that nigga do to you? (Damn)
I knew her since elementary, she blew a kiss to me
Wrote me a note in crayon, wantin to get with me
We was kids, now she got three kids
They see their father e'ryday, and they don't know who he is
Seen him last night, homey roll a E-class
Mad cheese in the stash, still a deadbeat dad
I bring her, Pampers and food, just to stop through
But those, ain't my seeds, nuttin really I could do (nah)
I feel pity for you, you ain't even his wife
Seventeen with three kids, locked down for life
Shoulda chose me, she bout to O.D. from the pressure
Hell nah I won't let her {BABY DON'T CRY}



[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]

Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby don't cry}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby baby baby}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {no..}
Even when the road is hard, never give up {no-ohhhh}
Baby don't cry, I gotta keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {ooooh baby}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {keep your head up}
{keep your head up, never give up}
Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry



[Young Noble]

Uhh, uhh, yeah, don't give up {you'll be alright}
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry



[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]

Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry



[Edi Amin]

For all the ladies {Soulshock, Karlin}
Baby don't cry
Got to keep your head up {keep your head up}
Makaveli the Don {head up} aight?

Breathin'

[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 leaned 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'

Can U Get Away

(Conversation between Pac and female)

[Tupac] Wussup, it's Tupac, can u get away?

let me come sooth you up

[Female] You know I gotta man.

[Tupac] I know you gotta man,

but he won't mind if I take you out

[Female] of course, he gonna mind.

[Tupac] let me take you to lunch, i'll have ya back before

he even get home, before anybody see

[Female] I can't.

[Tupac] aww Come on,

[Female] He won't let me.

[Tupac] Pleeeease....

[Female] naw

[Tupac] aight, what's wrong with your eye?

Why you got on glasses?

Ever since I met ya

I can't beat tha pressure

it's like your man don't understand

all he does is stress ya

I can see your state of misory

from tha introduction

ain't nobody suckin' and touchin'

this harmless discussion

maybe we can see a better way

find a brighter day

late night phone conversations

would that be ok?

I don't wanna take up all your time

or be tha next in line

tell me your size

and let me find things with you in mind

I can see your cautious

and i'm carefull not ta scare ya

but anticipation of love makein'

got ya shakin' when i'm standin' near ya

use of precision will prepare ya

in case you get scared

just ask the man in tha mirror

now tha pictures getten clearer

all he does is hit ya hard

I tell ya to leave

and you tell me keep my faith in god

I don't understand

I just wanna bring ya home

I wonder should I leave ya alone

find a woman of my own

all tha homies tell me that you don't deserve it

I contimplate

but in my heart I know ya worth it

tell me

can U get away ?

Chorus

ebony, can U get away, let's go

So much pressure in tha air

and I can't get away

i'm not happy

I know what's wrong

So much pressure in tha air

and I can't get away

i'm not happy

do you love that man?

Could it be my destiny to be lonely

and be checkin' for these hoochies that be on me

cause they phoney

but you was different

I got no need to be suspicious

cause I can tell

my life with you would be delicious

tha way ya lick ya lips and shake ya hips

got me addicted

i'm sitten here hopen that we can find some way to

kick it

even though I got your digits gotta struggle to

resist it

slowly advance

and miss my chance

not to miss it you blow me kisses

when he ain't lookin

now your hearts tooken

my only wish is that you change your mind

and he get shook

I wanna take you there

but you scared to follow

come see tommorrow

hopen I can take you through tha pain and sorrow

and let you know I care

that someones there for your struggle

depend on me

when you have needs

or there's trouble

I wanna give you happiness and maybe even more

I told you before

not time to waste

we can hook up at the store

Can U get away ?

Chorus

There's so much pressure in tha air

and I can't get away

[yeah you can]

i'm not happy

[Can U get away

So much pressure in tha air

and I can't get away

i'm not happy

I feel like remincsin' and I hope ya listen

In tha position and tha pressure and all for competition

me and you

was meant to be my destiny

no longer lonely

cause it's time for you and me

all I can see

a happy home

that's my fantasy

but my reality

is problems with your man and me

what can I do?

don't wanna loose ya to tha sucker

cause if he touch ya

I got some drama for that busta

don't wanna rush ya

but make your mind up fast

nobody knows

or who controls

will it last

before I ask

I hope you see that i'm sincere

and even if ya stay with him

today i'm still here

I refuse to give up

cause I believe in what we share

ya livin' in prison

and what he's givin can't compare

cause everything I feel for you

I wanna let you know

passion will be yours

and i'll never let you go

tell me

Can U get away ?

Chorus

So much pressure in tha air

and I can't get away

i'm not happy

all I wanna know, can U get away

So much pressure in tha air

and I can't get away

i'm not happy

if you really wanted to get away, you could get away

[Tupac Speaking]

You ain't got to go through all this drama

and this stress

with this old half a man, you know what i'm sayin?

I ain't tryin to put you in a position

where you gotta give up your

lifestyle to hafta get with me but uh,

he ain't even takin care of you

he's beatin' on you and shit

look how you look

some motherfucken wanna be baby, you know what i'm sayin?

shake that sucker to tha left

and let me show you what this life is really about

you know what i'm sayin

you need to be on first class

need to be goin' to hawaii and seeing tha world

and seein what this world got to offer you

not goin to, you know what i'm sayin,

the emergency room and getten stitches

cause this nigga done got a temper

don't cry, it's all good

can U take me from here

can U take me from here

Case Of The Misplaced Mic

They finally did it (what's that?)

They stole the mic I grip

Now that it's gone (what's wrong?)

I'm feelin tired and sick (How did they do it?)

I don't know I wasn't sleepin that long

When I woke up (what happened brother?)

My microphone was gone

At first i panicked (how?) I put the cops on the case

But they were stuck (damm?) Without a clue or a trace

So sure as smokin cigarettes is bad for your health

If I want my microphone back I'll find it myself

So I picked up the phone (for what?)

I called Dizzy

Dizzy: what's up?

My mic is gone

Dizzy: Word?

Let's get busy

Before I could tell Dizzy What I wanted to do

He was over at my house with the TMS crew

He said

Dizzy: Word is out in every mouth

In the street now that your mic is gone

It's not long until your beat

And then it hit me (Damm)

I got a battle at six

Without my microphone I'm guaranteed to get whipped

You might think it's unbelivable but word to the strength

when it comes to rockin rhymes I'm a musical nymph

They gave me other mics but yo it wasn't no use

I tried to rock One two one two

But I couldn't get loose I said forget it

My microphone or not I gotta do it

Give it all that I go (What if u loose?) It be the first time I lost

But if I beat em I'll finally prove I'm the boss

I grabbed my leather jacket Walked through the streets

Suckers was hopin and preyin Strictly Dope would get beat

I begin to get hyped I was ready to fight

Yo I was confident that I'd win

To hell with the mic

I hopped up to the stage Dizzy started the beat

suckers shivered cause he Tasted defeat

Then I signaled to Dizzy Bust a rhyme off my head

Perpetrator fell back (Huh?) And then he was dead

I was happy as hell Cause I was lucky that nite

Put my hand in my pocket And there was my mic

THE CASE OF THE MISPLACED MIC

STRICTLY DOPE IN THE HOUSE

Catchin' Feelings

Hahaha
Oh yeah
My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (never)
Hahaha
Yeah
Huh
My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down
Ugh
Yeah
My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (hey)
(Westside, westside)
Part two of the war
Bring it, lets do it
Huhuhuh

[Verse 1: Tupac]
Cross this nigga here
Now Biggie tell me who do you fear?
Ain't a living soul breathing shall pump no fear here
My last four flashed then I mashed his ass, bastard
Fuck with me bet I blast your ass
So many follow but can't reach me
Caught in a maze
Catch em, mimicking my style trying to walk this way
Impossible my posse dropping you, we Death Row riders
No need to beg motherfucker ain't no mercy inside us
Feeling blessed, the richer I get the more I stress
Smoking lye watching time fly, waiting for death
Dear God I been feeling like I'm close to Jesus
Paranoid with my pistols close, smoking trees
Keep my eyes on my foes, those close to me
Watching niggas catch strays, shake, choke and bleed
Me, a mercenary for the streets
Check my pedigree
Busting motherfuckers it's the thug in me
Now niggas talk a lotta Bad Boy shit then get to squealing
Bitch made catching feeling
Hahaha

[Chorus] X2
Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feelings

[Verse 2: Napolean]
Yeah, Napolean.
Picture me sipping on 1-5-1
Drunk then a motherfucker
Dropping my gun
Or as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun
But that ain't me
Dog my minds now clear
And that ain't fair dog
Your heart pump fear
In the state I *censored*
You better hide nigga *censored* is near
And you know just as well I do
You ain't no killer
So kill that
You wouldn't kill if you had to
We might wobble but we don't fall down
We take the gospel from Makaveli
Pass it around
Ahhhh, shit
We gonna taste the power
We started the thug trend
The game is ours
Now we coast together
Put our thoughts together
Won't question will we die together
Cause the hour is soon to come
Kadafi trained soldier
I show you how to use your gun
Bring it

[Chorus] x2
Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feelings

[Verse 3]
We Yelling
M - A - D - E
N - I - Double G
A
Motherfuckers
And we here to stay
From curb surfing
We working the industry
You kidding me
It's really nothing to me and my king
You see
We in the big things
Eat a dick man
If your hating
We gone ride
'Till the wheels fall off
Pay attention
Screaming
Bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound (ugh)
Ride or die niggas
And we hunting you down
Representing all the real niggas stuck in the trap
Banging out with the po po
Trying to get to some mo'
Street life
Young strugglers
Racing the clock
Ain't no telling when it all can end
Roll or rock
That's the world
With feelings
This a mans world youngin'
The bitches in business
So learn a 'lil something
Hey
Stop running your mouth
You're on the verge of squealing
Bitch made catching feelings
Nigga
Ugh

[Chorus] *2
Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feelings

[Verse 4]
Everybody's a gangsta
But don't put in work
Instead of putting on the armor
Niggas put on a skirt
These drugs ain't helping
It only making it worse
And the streets ain't got nothing for me but herbs
I can't trust the church or the mobs
I can only trust God
And to tell you the truth I gotta ride
I only roll with the real
Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed

[Chorus] x3

Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feelings

Changed Man

Shit, I'm a changed man
Hey turn the lights up
Still ballin', 2pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit
Look

By age 16 I sold to dope fiends
Not a drug dealer but I watched them closely
Until they noticed me
I got the feds wondering who broke the law
Fuck too inhibited for gun smoke I broke his jaw
Words harder than a fucking diamond
Mobile phone call to Simon, niggas trippin' homie, when we riding?
Fuck 'em slowly like Jodeci
I'd stick a needle in my eye
If I don't live and die for M.O.B
And fuck your homeboys nigga we can drop the guns
I hit your block and we can box for fun
Nigga one on one
Last to fall is a baller cat
It's death row why the fuck u think we call it that?
So if u knew me in my past life
Don't act like we homeboys
Ain't no love in the fast life
I switch gears on them jealous bitches
Who do you fear?
The game plan of a changed man
So what I'm saying is

I changed plans but I'm still the same old ridah
(Fucking with a changed man)
I slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it up
(Nigga you fucking with a changed man)
All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up
(Fucking with a changed man)
Changed man, you dealing with a changed man

(Hey, eh, eh)

In drop top
Glock cocked
Got rocks in ma socks
Cops spot Watt niggas
But hard to stop niggas
Not if the gat niggas
Doughboys and hot niggas
Who might have shot niggas
But only by strolling
Out for respect
Now days they expect me to be in a Ferrari or the old Lexus
But anything you see flashin past and can't tell
That's me
Gauge on the Escalade back seat
Don't creep
But what u think
T.I. be in them suites?
But don't sleep
Get u hit from your head to feet
Hey u don't know me
I'm fittin' to introduce you to the old me
You walk in, explode it and leave reload
You don't like a record nigga - buck you, blow me
But you will respect me
Or get it in your neck piece chief
No grief nigga still gonna let me be
Or get your insides exposed to the streets, nigga

I changed plans but I'm still the same old ridah
(Your fucking with a changed man)
Slanging new dope to the world but the people still buy it up
(Nigga you fucking with a changed man)
All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up
(Fucking with a changed man)
Changed man, you dealing with a changed man

A niggas so cold when I flow
Bow down to death row
Three wheel motion
Coming through coasting
Who's that nigga in the g-ride
Screaming out m.o.b
Nigga we ride
I hit the charts like a stick up kid
Number one in the nation
I fucked the world
The judge gave me probation
Faced with incarceration
Move tapes like it's big weights
Slanging to the whole nation
Give me mine or I'm blastin';
On every song
Murder my enemies
I'm mashing 'till I'm gone
One love to my thug niggas
And fuck a bitch cause a truce is to love niggas
Throw your hands in the air close your eyes and hope
You ever come against a mass of smoke
On death row
My adversaries bleed
But fuck em all 'till the talk cease
Fucking with a changed man

I changed plans but I'm still the same old ridah
(You fucking with a changed man)
Slanging new dope to the world but the people still buy it up
(Nigga you fucking with a changed man)
All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up
(Fucking with a changed man)
Changed man, you dealing with a changed man

[Tupac Talking] (over chorus)

haha, everybody think they understand a nigga
shit u niggas don't know me
ya'll know that nigga on the rap songs
ya'll know that nigga in the movies
you don't know this nigga in 3d
the real live right up against u in front of your face....(shit)
westside
outlaw immortals (hahaha)
nigga you fucking with a changed man (hahaha)
you fucking with a changed man (hahaha)
I ain't the same, you fucking with a changed man
we ain't the same, you fucking with a changed man
we ain't the same, fucking with a changed man
changed man ...

Changes

-1-

Come on come on

I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself

is life worth living should I blast myself?

I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black

my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

Cops give a damn about a negro

pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero

Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares

one less hungry mouth on the welfare

First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers

give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other

It's time to fight back that's what Huey said

2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead

I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere

unless we share with each other

We gotta start makin' changes

learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers

and that's how it's supposed to be

How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?

I'd love to go back to when we played as kids

but things changed, and that's the way it is



Bridge w/ changing ad libs

Come on come on

That's just the way it is

Things'll never be the same

That's just the way it is

aww yeah

Repeat



-2-

I see no changes all I see is racist faces

misplaced hate makes disgrace to races

We under I wonder what it takes to make this

one better place, let's erase the wasted

Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right

'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight

and only time we chill is when we kill each other

it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other

And although it seems heaven sent

We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh

It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact

the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks

But some things will never change

try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game

Now tell me what's a mother to do

bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you

You gotta operate the easy way

"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way

sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"

Well hey, well that's the way it is



Bridge



Talking:

We gotta make a change...

It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.

Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live

and let's change the way we treat each other.

You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do

what we gotta do, to survive.



-3-

And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace

It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East

Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs

so the police can bother me

And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do

But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you

Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,

crack you up and pimp slap you up

You gotta learn to hold ya own

they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone

But tell the cops they can't touch this

I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this

That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool

my mama didn't raise no fool

And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped

& I never get to lay back

'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs

some buck that I roughed up way back

comin' back after all these years

rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh



Bridge 'til fade

Cradle To The Grave

Chorus

From tha Cradle to the Grave, life ain't never been easy

Living in the ghetto.

From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy

Living in the ghetto.

June 16, 1971

Mama gave birth

to a hell raisin' heavanly son.

See the doctor tried to smack me

but I smacked him back,

My first words were "thug for life"

and "Papa pass the Mac."

I'm bustin' on these motha fuckas ballin'

Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin'.

From out the window of my drop top

I got my glock cocked

bustin' at niggas

when will it stop ?

Now tell me are you scared of the dark?

Can't close my eyes I see visions

And even with this thug livin'

will I escape in prison ?

Penitentiary chances was an all day thang

The only way to advance

and if you slang

Then you'd better have your nikes on

Cause when we fight

it's in the middle of the night with no lights on.

Hey!!

There must be a God cause I feel lucky,

Paranoid out my mind

this motha fucka's tryin' to rush me.

Am I goin' to jail?

Look at me bailin'

Commin' out the court house

all about mail [???].

Never die

be a hustler mothafuckas

And makin' thugs out you suckas.

From the cradle to the grave.

Chorus

From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy

Living in the ghetto. easy

From the cardle to the grave, life ain't never been easy

Living in the ghetto.

From the cradle to the grave

since a little bitty child

I've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild.

Pop pop!

just like the part that's in my walk with street talk

I'm runnin' up the block in the dark with less spark.

Survalience on a nigga every day,

Waitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away.

Now Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet.

So now a young niggas bein' raised by the streets.

And then the on other one that ever showed me love

Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs

a striaght thug.

Just me, my mama out here on our own

So I got two gatts

one black and one of chrome.

Now I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine!

It's all the fuck I got

so stop and walk a thin line.

Young niggas be brave

and keep on thuggin' from the cradle to the grave,

From the cradle to the grave.

Chorus

From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy

Living in the ghetto.

From the cradle to the grave, I'm glad to say

I made it this far.

Many G's died hard

and all they got was their name here up on a wall.

It's sad thinkin' about the times

Life goes on, I'm steady lost in this land...

as the warzone I got no home

don't have no friends neither.

It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina.

I keeps her wherever I go,

I love my ho.

Never leave home with out my sugar.

I'm hafta plug a nigga.

Mama told me not to trust no punks,

And kick his ass if he lay a hand on me.

Since then I been known.

Sometimes I think my own self stupid

Cause I stay shootin' at marks,

Get twisted up in police reports.

Since the cradle, I've been ungreatful.

My first toy was a gun

I got sprung and learn to love weapons.

But now I'm through with money

and through with street fame.

Somebody peeled my cap and put me in my grave.

Chorus

From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy

Living in the ghetto.

From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy

Living in the ghetto.

March 18th

a rainy day my mama gave birth

To a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth.

From day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb.

Daddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum.

I tried to cope loc

but my family's broke

And my pocket's short

so now I gotta sling dope.

In a game filled with pain it's a fuckin' shame,

The white man got a motha fucka slingin' cane.

So now it's on from dusk to dawn I get my serve on.

Always in the spot with my glock slingin' rocks at the rocks.

Shit don't stop I'm steady dodgin' cops.

I never flip flop

hear my glock cock

thug till I drop.

And if I hit the pen I gotta do my time

Sittin' on my bunk reminiscing about the good times.

It's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doing dirt,

But from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work.

Chorus

From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy

Living in the ghetto.

From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easyy

Living in the ghetto.

Time's movin' fast

will I last another day?

So I pray and I lay with my A-K.

Did I sell my soul as a young kid?

All the things I did

Wishin' someone held me

but they never did.

I can't take it

will I make it to my older age?

Before I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage.

Lord help me, guide me, save me!

Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me

crazy.

Do or die. Nigga pull the trigger don't give a fuck.

You'd rather be in jail than get your ass bucked.

Nobody cares, it's me against the world.

Keepin' murder on my mind and my tech-9.

I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die?

I get high

then my mission is a walk-by.

You'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm commin'.

Start runnin' yellin' "evil mind" as I'm gunnin'.

One in the chamber for the anger that I build inside,

For the mothers that cried, for my homies that died.

The begining is an ending, am I just a slave?

So I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave.

Chorus til fade

Death Around The Corner

Child: Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?

Mother: I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker

He's just stand by the goddamn window

with that fuckin' AK all day

You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't,

you don't do a goddamn thing

I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive

In the city where the skinny niggas die

If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry

I expect retaliation in a hurry

I see death around the- corner, anyday

Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway

Strugglin and strivin, my destiny's to die

Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes

In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy

Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me

I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help me

Got me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain't healthy

Am I paranoid? - Tell me the truth

I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot

Ran out of endo and my mind can't take the stress,

I'm out of breath

Make me wanna kill my damn self,

but I see death around the corner

Chorus

(When we were kids, belonging felt good)

I see death around the corner

(But having respect, that feels even better)

I see death around the corner

(When we were kids, belonging felt good)

I see death around the corner

(But having respect, that feels even better)

I see death around the corner,

the pressure's getting to me

I no longer trust my homies,

them phonies tried to do me

Smoking too much weed,

got me paranoid, stressed

Pack a gat and my vest,

under my clothes when I dress

Here's hopin I die the way I lived,

straight thuggin'

Huggin' my trigger for all them niggas

who was buggin'

My homie told me once,

don't you trust them other suckers

They fought like they your homies

but they phony motherfuckers

And even if I did die young, who cares

All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares

I got homies in my head

who done passed away screamin, please

Young nigga, make Gs

I can't give up, although I'm hopeless,

I think my mind's gone

All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner

Chorus

I was raised in the city, shitty

Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty

Drinkin' liquor out my momma's titty

And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household,

And drinking liquor til' you out cold

And tho' i'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow

Bustin on them niggas til they gone

How many more jealous ass bitches, comin for my riches

Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone

Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless,

them bitches will start shit

Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch

No more game for free, please explain to me

Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see?

Murderin' now but see me later man, as for my pops

I got homies that will hunt you til you drop

I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G

And gettin high was a way of gettin free

I see death around the corner

Chorus

This is for all the real mothafuckin niggas out there

I know you ain't scared to die

We all gotta go, ya know ?

A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes

And make sure he handles his motherfuckin business

Y'all niggas stop acting like pussies out there,

all right

(Movie bites)

I'm tired off getting ripped off by guys like that

I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground

I want to got there in the middle of the night,

I wanna piss on his head

I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground

I want to got there in the middle of the night,

I wanna piss on his head

I want that sonova bitch dead, I want him dead

I want him dead, I don't care

Do For Love

Turn it up loud

Hahaha, ahahaha, hey man

You a little sucker for love, right?

Word up, hahahahaha

I shoulda seen

you was trouble right from the starrrrt, taught me so many lessons

How not to mess with broken hearts, so many questions

When this began we was the perfect match, perhaps

we had some problems but we workin at it, and now

the arguments are gettin loud, I wanna say

But I can't help from walkin out just a little way

Just take my hand and understand, if you could see

I never planned to be a man it just wasn't me

But now I'm searchin for commitment, in other arms

I wanna shelter you from harm, don't be alarmed

Your attitude was the cause, you got me stressin

Soon as I open up the door with your jealous questions

Like where can I be you're killin me with your jealousy

Now my ambition's to be free

I can't breathe, cause soon as I leave, it's like a trap

I hear you callin me to come back, I'm a sucka for love

... that's right, sucka for love

Chorus: repeat 2X

What you won't do, do for love

You tried everything, but you don't give up

Just when I thought I broke away and I'm fellin happy

You try to trap me say you pregnant and guess who the daddy

Don't wanna fall for it, but in this case what could I do? So now I'm

back

to makin promises to you, tryin to keep it true

What if I'm wrong, a trick to keep me on and on

Tryin to be strong and in the process, keep you goin

I'm bout to lose my composure, I'm gettin close

To packin up and leavin notes, and gettin ghost

Tell me who knows, a peaceful place where I can go

To clear my head I'm feelin low, losin control

My heart is sayin leave, oh what a tangle web we weave

when we conspire to conceive, and now

You gettin calls at the house, guess you cheatin

That's all I need to hear cause I'm leavin, I'm out the do'

Never no more will you see me, this is the end

Cause now I know you've been cheatin, I'm a sucka for love

... damn, sucka for love... sucka for love

... sucka for love

Chorus

Now he left you with scars, tears on your pillow and you still stay

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

It wasn't always a hit and run relationship

It use to be love, happieness and companionship

Remember when I treated you good

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Me and you a happy home, when it was on

I had a love to call my own

I shoulda seen you was trouble but I was lost, trapped in your eyes

Preoccupied with gettin tossed, no need to lie

You had a man and I knew it, you told me

Don't worry bout it we can do it now I'm under pressure

Make a decision cause I'm waitin, when I'm alone

I'm on the phone havin secret conversations, huh

I wanna take your misery, replace it with happiness

but I need your faith in me, I'm a sucka for love

... sucka for love, know you ain't right G but yet I'ma sucka for love

Chorus

... I'ma sucka for love, sucka for love

... Sucka for love

Chorus

Chorus

Don't Call Me Bitch

[2Pac]

Dont call me bitch, punk niggas and all fakers
weak mufuckas aint nothin but playa haters.
fakers, and all you ever did was hold me down,slow me down
but everybody knows me know
so what you do is sit and think of a plot.
how the hell can we make money off a nigga like 2pac.
this shit dropped and it got me hot.
niggaz smiled like a bitch, why i gave you props.
i should have saw it at the tip off.
but you was riding my dick a little bit and wouldnt get off.
so i couldnt see the real mission.
cause you smile in my face, and when i leave straight dissin.
what my partna told me. yo pac watch yo back everybody aint ya homey.
should have saw you at the front as a fake.
a envinous snake ready to take my fuckin plate.
guess ill never have a friend like this
i clunch my fist and let it end like this.
and we can handle it the way we must.
but its dust for a nigga that betrays my trust.
dont call me bitch.

[Chorus] x 2

dont call me
dont call me bitch

[2Pac]

You try to be lady like.
you were your clothes so tight that you excite the gay type.
and at night girl wants to get freaky.
when i see you in the daytime youre squeaky.
clean,what i mean is ya cant be a fean for the green
and expect to get treated like a queen.
cause the brothas on the block aint havin it
let your fatass pass lil scandlous bitch.
i came equipted with some shit to get ya tipsey.
cause a bitch is a bitch she will use any trick to get me.
and last year i use to be acquaint.
runnin around sayin trust a bitch but now i caint.
in 92 im living heartless.
tryin to make a million out of 14 tracks so dont start shit.
niggaz need to mind they own.
cause the time is on for them to find own.
jock a nigga cause he did a major flick.
now your mad cause i wont let you page me bitch.
dont call me bitch.

[Chorus] x 2

[2Pac]

I just got paid, but i remaine true to my trade
i worked all i can slave, guess ill rap to the grave
its like a rope, i hung it cause i knew i was dope.
i learned from street fools and junk, i learned to take notes.
never surrender, that was my motto as i keep strong
sucka asses for too long, critics i will prove wrong.
no one would listin, they was dissin.
my ryhmes wouldnt stay strong they said, somthin was missin.
clame that i was radical, cause i was true to the streets.
but the streets been true to me too.
how the fuck would i look if i changed.
actin strange cause i got a lil fame.
aint that bitch, i was born in a beat down shack.
aint no turnin back and now im makin stacks.
and ever since the movie.
hoes want me to pop that coochie.
everytime it suits me.
and still im the same. i havent changed my name.
still pledge alliegance to the game.
pledge my life to the ghetto ways, do whatever it takes to get paid a day.
refuse to loose, never smoke crack, a mack is a nigga wit the biggest sack.
so baby pick a winner, dont die and swear.
as long as thats your hair ill take you there
dont call me bitch.

[Chorus] x 2

Don't Go 2 Sleep

(Makaveli talking) x2

Don't go 2 sleep,
You can get your cash on nigga if you peak,
Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep
But don't fall 2 sleep

Quit staring at my like a infra-red nigga

Verse 1: Makaveli)

Pictures of plenty
Sippin my glass full of henny
Hands on my semi -
- Automatic kill for pennies
Approach for contact
Cause I'm live I multiply
Soon as I open fire
Niggaz die with open eyes
Scared to take a nap
It's a trap
A long maze
Dreaming of getting stacks
Making scratch the wrong way
What song says
We murder mother fucker's daily
Black out
Blow the the track out
My lyrics never fail me
I inhale strong weed
Then release the stress
Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west
Like Yay Yo
Niggaz pull out
When I say so
Commence to poppin'
Mother fuckers copy and fail
Efficiently I release and flee
The art of war living sucka free
Get with me

Chorus: (Makaveli) x2

Don't go 2 sleep,
You can get your cash on nigga if you peak,
Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep
But don't fall 2 sleep

(Verse 2: Kurupt)

I envisioned my self
In a pistol populated area
In a distance and a width with a glock
And about ten of the homeboyz on smash
Get to smashin'
First mother fucker moves
Nigga we blastin'
I'm a gangsta ass nigga
D-P till the fool's bangin' on the white hoes beat they fuckin eyes closed
In the midst with my eyes half open
The homie with the scope and
About fifteen others postin'
Nigga
The gangsta's run this mother fucker
Constantly smokin' we murder everything in this bitch eyes wide open
The homie pac says bray em'
End of discussion
He didn't save you for nothing
Niggz started bustin'
I'm a gangsta nigga
Just remember nigga
Don't sleep nigga
Don't trip or tweak nigga

Chorus: (Makaveli) x2

Don't go 2 sleep,
You can get your cash on nigga if you peak,
Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep
But don't fall 2 sleep

(Verse 3: Daz Dillinger)

Animated of it all in juvenated my dawgs
Fuckin' up these niggas for the wrong or right cause
Breakin' laws
Breakin' jaws
Just fuckin' all y'all
Seeing is believing now its time to break down the wall
Barricaded
Faded
Except for just one blast
Let em' know don't fuck around wit Kurupt, Pac and Daz
Created for gunshots to vacate the block
After its all done nigga
What do i got?
Hoo bangin on niggas for more than 15 figures
Put a hex on they ass
And watch they ass die quicker
Daz hit like a killa, make em all remember
The deadly wrath, I can make they family shiver
Control it and hold it down
Won't renounce the crown
Servin' and lay these mothafuckas down
Drop the bomb
Prepare for war
Lets even the score
Bringin it to you niggas like you can't afford

Chorus: (Makaveli repeated until the end)

Don't go 2 sleep,
You can get your cash on nigga if you peak,
Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep
But don't fall 2 sleep

Don't Sleep

(Verse One: Tupac)

When I,
Enter the first zone worst known Mic holder
My Hummer roll up, evacuating strapped soldiers
Inside strategy, manifesting military styles casualty tragedy, when niggas battle me
My prophesized prediction
Switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bitch, and watch him start snitching
I keep spitting still stupid niggas fail to listen
I personify this thug living, hell or prison
My ammunition varies
My voice carries
Watch me invite, the whole world me and the mob getting married
It seems horrifying screams pierce the dark
Just as expected
A trick bitch, where is your heart?
You mark, watch niggas fall when I call they name
We Outlawz hold ya head, niggas all the same
Except some want more out of life than stress
We still thuggin' till there's none left
Don't sleep

(Chorus x2: Stormy)

We gon' ride, keep my Pistol on my side
Always sleep with the Nine
When I ride, when I ride
(Don't sleep)
Doing fine always hustling on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
All the time, all the time
(Don't sleep)


(Verse Two: Nutt-so)

Dumping on motherfucker's at random, rapidly
Wit accuracy, they shouldn't of talked bad to me
It had to be, a motherfucking murder
I'm glad to be, the nigga that did the murder
So sad to see, another motherfucking floating in plastic wreath
Sleep, with his head wide open
Rapid release, keep the police closed in
Casualties, ?? DB ??
Dumped the nigga on the asphalt
Then drove off to the hills
Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off him
Death with the ??
Death to ya
Cry when the bullet's fly ??

(Verse Three: Kadafi)

I blast first to till they body
Like my guns in varieties
Running wit the real big willies you silly punks try to be, but front
Doing my walk-bys rolling blunts
Hands on my nuts in the getaway car full of stunts
Addicted to my nine
Moving like crime through time
Popping niggas like pimples nigga nothing simple bout mine
Etch a sketch it
Dumping on all you punks at intersection's
Day in n day out ain't no easy way out's or easy exits don't sleep

(Chorus x2)

(Verse Four: Lil Scrappy)

G's up, A-Town
When I hit the street
I like to see it to grind
Blood, sweat and tear when I bust my rhyme
Yeah I unfold my foe like I unload my Nine
And when I let loose
There ain't no crew standing but mine
I gives a damn about fame fuck acting shiesty
Some one who knew I was in jail and didn't write me
Wanna bite me then come find me
Whatever you do shorty you better think wisely
You might see me with a stack in the truck
I give you my thought's and pen similar to a saran wrap
I look like ? I'll never be
Yeah I'ma keep it G I'm from the 3
And Scrap'll never sleep

(Chorus x2)

Don't Stop

(Tupac talking)

This go out to C Deloris Tucker
Bob dole
And everybody else who feels like uh
They stronger than the constitution
Freedom of speech big baby
Freedom of speech
Ha ha ha
Outlawz
Rap music I hate that
It's just so violent and it destroys everyone, it makes the kids crazy
The kids kill people
There cop hater
here going against society, I don't understand the music
It's too loud, it's too rowdy, it's too violent
Let's ban all rap music
(Outlawz)
Ban 2Pac, ban the Outlaw Immortalz Ban 'em

(Verse One: Young Noble)

Listen it ain't no stopping
I gotta hustle
Cop it make it double, try to
Stop it and touch it, I'ma cock it and bust it
Niggas tryna get it addicted to fast living
Get rich or die trying nigga as 50
I've been Operating Under Thug Laws As A Warrior
Oppressed by the industry the Hip-Hop government ?? by the Hip-Hop Police
Why you think Nas screaming Hip-Hop deceased?
No justice (No justice)
All the judges got grudges
Giving my niggas life for a little next to nothing
So wherever you are, just a little extra something
You ain't the only one, we all going through the struggle
Penny pinching
It's like you really ain't living
? until eleven's, I'm cooking in the kitchen
Like we looking and we wishing
Praying will he hear it?
It's eating at my spirit
Speaking for the spirits

(Verse Two: Tupac)

You can't break me
Never make me
Busta soft the beats
This Outlaw style got a brother off the streets
Miss Deloris Tucker sue me I won't stop
Till we get justice for these crooked cops on my block
Time Warner full of sissies
Tell 'em all to miss me
A bunch of hypocrites
Whistling Dixie
Good riddance cause you never should of touched me
You cowards knew you couldn't take the pressure I'ma make you sorry
Trust me
Didn't cry when they dropped me
(Nah)
Can they stop me?
(What?)
Tryna sell 4 million copies
(Thug)
If I wasn't spitting it'd be prison or death
This rap game all we got left
So try to comprehend where we coming from
Life as an Outlaw
Ain't meant for everyone
So here we come
Recognize how we organize
Strategize now we unified brothers on the rise
And we can't stop

(Chorus: Young Noble & Stormy)

No way no how we got to keep moving
And putting it down
We can't stop
(Outlawz)
Until we reach the top
Through the music we speak to the blocks
Believe it or not
I don't know what you've been, told
Real niggas don't stay on they go
Can't stop until I get that you know
Won't stop until I get that keep going

(Verse Three: Hussein Fatal)

Bury me with a Makaveli suit and a Mac
I've God strike me with lightning, I'm shooting him back
Skinny cause I don't work out, my man is in the gym
Long as I'm strong enough to put a hammer on your chin
Trapped in the storm
Fuck the world till I'm gone
I'm bucking at Corey Brooke he treating my niggas wrong
Until I'm gone
They gon' see who I be
I picture this bricks ducking from the penitentiary

(Verse Four: Kadafi)

See
Mysteriously it seems
Through my deepest thoughts and dreams its all wrong
Pop too long gone, and now 18 I'm stranded on my own
Abandoned here in the zone
Protect my thrown pal like a king, Al Capone style
Fake no jacks on this grind
Coked up with crack I get mine
Living life as a Don, Guess Gortex, Louis Vuitton

(Verse Five: Hussein Fatal)

Yeah your boys back with the proper team
When they think I'm wearing Red I'ma rock the Green
On a whole 'nother episode
Cops never heard of ya
The otherside'll hide down the block from the murder scene
Catch ya man he dead with the Fifth
When it's hot on Nu he G-Ride from the clear to the bricks
So gangster how he switched from the clear to the bricks
Niggas hate it but they scared of the Fifth

(And we won't stop)
Outlawz!

(Chorus)

(Verse Six: Big Syke)

This rap game like a robbery
Cause it seem somebody hiding me
My nigga made a motherfucker cop a Ki'
Motherfucker ain't no stopping me
My
It's Mussolini see me all in the midst
I'm still chilling like I'm bottle of Crys'
Enemies sharpen they ?
And when they see me they can give me a kiss
So I'm posing with the frozen wrists
Outlaw immortalized we survived and curst
So I claim it like I'm ? turf
Yeah it's easy like I'm putting in work
Not been easy you wanna jerk?
Come the squeezey I'm ready to murk
Outlawz, Makaveli niggas ready to flow
So baby are you ready to go?
Outlaw my niggas be screaming at night
A Big Syko with the thug in your life

(Verse Seven: EDI Amin)

Don't stop (Don't stop)
Keep going (Keep going)
Even when the wheels fall off we keep rolling (Keep rolling)
This Hip-Hop thing just won't stop
It's number one at the top of the charts
Here to stay like 'Pac
Man I just can't let it go
It's in my blood stream (Yeah)
So when I flow, I gotta do my thug thing
For the hood the under privileged and oppressed
Young nigga get rich, cash more cheques
Take the hood life
Put it on on wax
Get stakes now we living the good life
Car brand new and it shine so clean
Bought momma a house, on sweet sixteen's
And we, sitting clean in the latest edition
From the block to the movie screen deep in the ?
Recognize how we organize
Strategize now we unified brothers on the rise
And we won't stop

(Chorus)

Don't You Trust Me

ft. Dido

I ain't got time for this man I'm out

(Chorus)
You should stop for awhile you will find me standing there (Don't you trust me?)
Over here at the side of your life (Not that I don't trust you)
You spend all your hours just rushing around
Do you have a little time to have a little time for me?

As soon as I leave the house you wanna page me
See you got me trapped I'm going crazy this is slavery
You act like it's outrageous give me space it won't get better
And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters
Soon as I come home it's like I get the third degree
Where ya been and who you with I get no room to breathe It makes me wanna leave
I'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve
Your suspicious I decieve give me grief without belief but to me
If you really trust me then it's pitiful
Question me about my whereabouts that's so trivial
Let me live my life and you can live yours
Just be there to help me and support that's what your here for
Not to give me stress and add to pressure
Home is where I go the rest I go to pass the test
I'm sorry if I left you all alone
But I couldn't make it home so we argue on the phone
Don't you trust me?

(Chorus)

Callin' up my house to hang it up You think that makes sense
Tell me what it takes for us to shake so we can be friends
It's time for us to take our seperate paths
We had a lot of laughs but the good things come to pass
Let's think of the evil break don't make it scandoulous
Try to be mature til your sure that we can handle this
Your sayin I'm too busy I ignore you
I guess you didn't hear me when I said that I cared for you
But now it seems the arguments are nightly
I wanna hold you tightly but instead you wanna fight me
So why let it stress and aggravate me
Instead I'd rather break hope you don't hate me
You tell me that you love me but your lyin'
Fightin back the urge to start cryin'
I wipe away your tears come and hug me
I love you like you love me
Girl...don't you trust me?

(Chorus)

I hangup the phone (click)
I can't barely hear you yellin' at me
Maybe we should end it neither one of us are happy
You know that I'm emotional you milk me
Comin' over crying just to get me feelin' guilty
You and me were met to be it yet
You always wanna sweat and how much closer can we get (don't fret)
Just set me back my things and I'll be outie
This time I'm breakin out you let your mouth overcrowd me
I can't take the beefin' and the griefin'
I get no room to sleep I hope it ceases cause I'm leavin'
Maybe next time you'll be a little more sure
When I can give you more when you unsure
But baby until then I gotta leave ya
It's not that I don't need ya but see ya
And I hope that you understand why I bust it
Not becuase we rushed it (hell no)
But girl don't you trust me?

(Chorus)

Not that I don't trust you
Don't you trust me?

Not that I don't trust you
Don't you trust me?

Not that I don't trust you

Dumpin

(Chours: Carl Thomas)

Who you are?
One nation under a thug in bullet scars
Young nation no revolution and no cause
One nation young, black and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to get this

(Verse One: Tupac)

Murderous mind state
Can't keep my nine straight
Sipping on this Hennessey, waiting for the time to break
Show up and motherfucker's bow down, recognize
Westside, Death Row, Outlaw riders
Untouchable mob of pistol packers
Well known felons, labelled for drug selling, merciless jackers
Forever buzzed roll with thugs and dons
Commence to letting off rounds, then escape in the fog
Who wanna see me solo?
Catch Makaveli while he sleeping
My mini-fourteen murdering niggas while they creeping
Duck or you ass out, drink till you pass out
Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glasshouse
Niggas is under me
They bitches come to me
They heard stories nigga, now they want to really see
Bomb first my motto, is fully guaranteed
Niggas is player haters
Label them my enemies, I'm dumpin'

(Chorus)

(Verse Two: Hussein Fatal)

When it's on I'm popping off every chance I get
Out the window on some uptown anthem shit
I'm stressing, but ain't no pressure here I've been here before
Fugitive task force at my girlfriend's door
Now they checking in her bedroom, I ain't there
Forty Cal's, extended clip's steel, I ain't scared
Outlaw, and best believe they won't take me alive
I'm different and I'ma prove it if it take me to die
Knew that God had a plan for me
But he won't be laying up in my casket and doing life in a can for me
Maybe I'm brazey and paranoid than a bitch
Me dying?
You think I'll let them see joy from that shit?
Walking dead angels spending last days by me
New Jersey Jon like Dave Tyre
Young George or Jonathan Jack, yours guns clap mine'll got 'brrat'
A soldier like Geronimo Pratt
And come through cocking the black pound
When they put twin towers up, 'Pac, I'm knocking 'em back down
Poster child yeah, Air Force Ones with the crocadile checks one some poster wild sex
Money and murder, is all I breathe in my life, it's full of judges and chasing enemies in the night
Through the Henney I see the eyes of the devil
G riding with extra boxes of bullets to the nine in the shevil

(Chorus)

(Verse Three: Papoose)

I always thought I'd have to die to do a record with 'Pac
So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box
You end up in a box because of them grave robbing bastards, dig ya' grave back up
Snatched you out the casket
Worms in my eyes
Eating through my cabbage, it's the flesh to the bones
The bones to the ashes
But I'm not dead, I'm actually in a session with the 'Pac keeping the shot money, progressive
They don't really want no drama, I know your goon's
That's why I keep pressure on them like on a open wound
This God given, he keep giving me better music
So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement
Y'all can't kill me, y'all forever losing
Songs are evolution
If I load your gun for you will you bang it out, I'll do some other niggas you better shoot it
Don't try to lie and say you was busting I'm clever stupid
Claiming you repping Ruthless
You got the same bullets that you had when I loaded it for you, you never used it,
The none sareen a dream, get ready for execution,
Papoose, Fatal and 'Pac, the revolution

(Chorus)

Enemies With Me

[Featuring Dramacydal]

2Pac

----

Young Thugs in this motherfucker

Don't break up the fight, let 'em rumble

Don't make enemies with me

I Try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see

Don't make enemies with me

Some say my criminal experience is legendary

I do what's necessary

Niggas wanna see me burried

Worried, if you coming hurried

I ain't going down, fuck the world I'm a thug

Tell 'em can't nothing stop me but a slug

I went from drug dealing to a shot caller

From off the block, no longer rock

And putting money in my pocket, nationwide baller

Bitch nigga I'm prepared to die, Before I fry

I hit the weed so I be forever high

My eyes has seen so much in misery, So before I flee

I open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed

Bitches don't wanna see me leave, forever thugging

Tell 'em bury me a G on everything I love

And fuck the law 'cause the raw niggas ain't free

This picture's clear but we can't see, hahaha

This game is jealousy, Don't let 'em change

That's what they keep on telling me, motherfuck the fame

I can't sleep 'cause I keep hearing peeps

???? wrapped in my sheets

Don't make enemies with me

I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see

Don't make enemies with me

Rather fuck with these other other little Gs

Don't make enemies with me, nigga

I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see

Don't make enemies with me

Fuck with these other other little Gs

Don't make enemies with me

Mutah with K-Dogg in ()

-----------------------

The game is getting deeper with this I couldn't stop, I'm reminising

And having flashbacks when them niggas came up missing

(Wish in my heart, these niggas they ain't have to start

Now therefore they gotta see in dark

Played the part with heart when we spark they part

Running silly through the court) They don't really wanna start

(How you wanna do?) Yo K, anyway

These motherfuckers wanna play we can do it all day

So I stay (Sipping on my aray to keep my head fine

And I'm where? Everywhere from here to bedtime)

And I squeeze when I say I'm coming

Straight gunning on enemies if it's really me that they wanting

(Cause it ain't nothing, Y'all niggas is fronting

Do you really want it? niggas dying...)

2Pac

----

Don't make enemies with me

I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see

Don't make enemies with me

You'd rather fuck with these other other little Gs

Don't make enemies with me

I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see

Don't make enemies with me

You'd rather fuck with these other other little Gs

Don't make enemies with me

Big Mal with Yak in ()

----------------------

Now, we're in '94, Niggas get bust through the do'

?Cup? in a flash sittin on that ass (And rarely fold)

Galitter tell 'em bout that trife shit (You wanna fight?

I wanna light shit, you lose your life bitch)

A nigga struggle too hard for what I got

hustle (And doubled every fucking yard that I cop and stop

Hell nah! I coulnd't see it

Facing a century in the penatentury but so be it)

And Jesus couldn't help me out the state

(Prepare for an early date to see my fate at the pearly gate

But wait) No time for stalling (But death is calling)

You wanna stomp on it somebody's gotta start falling

(True, what I do from sun up) is for a come up

(Wake up with my gun up) Cause when I sneak that's when they run up

(So It's time to spray like Ray

And put the freeze on these fake Gs) You know how we do

2Pac

----

Don't make enemies with me

I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see

Don't make enemies with me

You'd rather fuck with these other other little Gs

Don't make enemies with me, nigga

I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see

Don't make enemies with me

You'd Rather fuck with these other other little Gs

Don't make enemies with me

What nigga? Young motherfucking thugs, let's out do it

Don't make enemies with me nigga

Y'all better fuck with these other niggas

And I don't see it

Don't make enemies with me

Motherfuckers is fatal nigga

I swear by the Gods

Don't make enemies with me nigga

Niggas gonna see they caskets fucking with these bastards

Don't make enemies with me

It's for all these motherfuckers that's swearing to God

That they be doing something

Don't make enemies with me

That they touching something

That they being something

Y'all niggas ain't shit

That's on my mama bring the drama, nigga

Young Thugs, fuck the drugs

These niggas making records, y'all niggas best to check it

Cause y'all gonna get yo asshole tore

They tearing patches out you niggas ass

All y'all niggas, I don't give a fuck who you running with

This is thug life nigga, the new generation motherfucker

Young Thugs we chin checking all you junior high school motherfuckers

Y'all better feel this shit, don't make enemies with these niggas

You better be friendly motherfucker, I swear to God

We running through, smile from handshake

Everything They Owe

Imagine if we could go back
Actually talk to the motherfuckers that persevered (hehehe)
I mean the first motherfuckers that came in the slave ships
(Hey, excuse me, excuse me) Y'know? (Look)

[2Pac]
We back for everything you owe, no longer oppressed
cause now we overthrow those that placed us in this rotten mess
But let's agree on strategy and pick out enemies right
Who stands accused of the abuse my own, kind do right
Pardon, not disregardin what you thinkin but you musta been the ship
cause once I rip your whole shit is sinkin
Supreme ideology, you claim to hold
Claimin that we all drug dealers with empty souls
That used to tempt me to roll, commit to violence
In the midst of an act of war, witnesses left silent
Shatter, black talon style, thoughts I throw
It remains in your brain then of course it grows
Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise
Picture a life where black babies can survive past five
But we must have hope, quotin the reverand from the pulpit
Refuse to turn the other cheek we must defeat the evil culprit
Lace me with words of destruction and I'll explode
but supply me with the will to survive, and watch the world grow
This ain't bout talkin bout problems, I bring solutions
Where's the restitution, stipulated through the constitution
You violated, now I'm back to haunt your nights
Listen to the screams, of the lives you sacrificed
And in case you don't know, ghetto born black seeds still grow
We comin back, for everything you owe

[Chorus: sung]
I'm comin collectin the shit that belong to me
Motherfuckers are runnin and duckin
I'm a crazy nigga on a mission wit a bad mentality
Armed with missiles guns grenades
Pull out the pin, free I'm comin

[2Pac over Chorus]
How do you plead Mr. Shakur, how do you plead?
How do I plead?
Yes sir, how do you plead?
Shit, you know how I plead
C'mon!!
Psssh

[2Pac]
Not guilty on the grounds of insanity it was them or me
Bustin at my innocent family, say they lookin for ki's
I was home alone, blind to the prelude
Bust in, talkin bout, "Where is the quaaludes?" What you say fool?
Where in the hell is the search warrant?
No feedback is what he uttered, before he screamed "Nigga motherfucker"
Dropped me to my knees I proceed to bleed
Sufferin a rain of blows to my hands and knees
Will I survive, is God watchin?
I grab his gat and bust in self-defense, my only option, God damn
Now they got me goin to the county jail
And my family can't pay this outrageous bail
Try to offer me a deal, they told me if I squeal
move me, and my people, to a mansion in Brazil
Not me, so this is how it ends, no friends
I'll be stressed and they just, reposessed my Benz
Told the judge it was self-defense, he won't listen
So I'm bumpin this in federal prison, givin everything I owe

[Chorus - 2X]

Fade Me

[Intro]

[Storm]

You can't fade me
You can't fade me
You can't fade me
You can't fade me

Verse 1

[Kastro]

True
You a cutie
And no
I ain't tryin'
To act a fool
And be rude
They call me Kastro
( And you )
Storm
Sound like a cutie too
What's poppin'
With me and you
Just hit me
With the seven
It'll be my pleasure
See what we can do
Oh
You ain't alone
Got a man at home
Answerin' the phone
But he ain't the one
Cause if he is
Than why you gone
What you drinkin' on
Hennessey with me
A glass of Thug Passion
Or just a plain Pepsi
Oh you cool
Sure that I assume
That you ain't
Too much of a drinker
Today
You's alright
I think I want you
Right away
See
I'm only eighteen
These groupies
They just
Want to sue me
Push my hoopty
Act like
They don't
Spend my dooky
And I could see
It'd be
Twenty-two
Or so
Older soldier
On my team
I put you
In my video
And give you
Plenty dough
By my hotel room
Four-fifty-four
Hope that you go
Baby
Can you fade me

[Chorus]

[Storm]

You can't fade me
You can't fade me
You can't fade me
You can't fade me

Verse 2

[Napolean]

See girl
I'm laced with game
But it ain't similar
The shit that I'm talkin'
Get more deeper
Than callin'
And comin' to visit you
It's hard to feel you
But I been playin'
Since I been born
And I moved
Up in a edge
Told the page
Turn it down
What's on
Can it all
The way you
Hit the club
To play the floor
Hittin' up
Every position
And that's for sure
But I think it's more
And the situation
That I'm facin'
Your Shorty
Was hesitation
So I'm a replacement
Plus it get's specific
And it ain't no hoochie
That's unlisted
That the homies
And I roll
What's twisted
And at the most
We dissin'
I ran through cousins
Through aunties
On down to triplets
For droppin'
The highest level
Of game
Ain't got no digits
Now
'Till you dig it
But you ain't in
No competition
Cause most conversations
You be kickin'
You sure to get it
Now baby
Can you fade me

Chorus

[2Pac & Storm]

(Ah Moo)
You can't fade me
(You a little player Napolean)
(But uh)
You can't fade me
(Let me show you somethin')
(How the big dogs do it nigga)
(You don't know how to rule no bitch nigga)
You can't fade me
(Hold up baby)
(This is how you get)
(Get your side)
You can't fade me
(Pick the all out)
(Pick out nigga)
(Which one)
(That one)
(Freak this shit)

Verse 3

[2Pac]

Hold up baby
Where you get off
Thinkin' you can fade me
Evade my niggas
Like Brady's
And then attempt
To play me
Oh yeah
You crazy
Thinkin' you can just
Be Swayze
Cause my conversation
Gettin' you hot enough
For love makin'
Participation is needed
Yeah I'm drunk
And gettin' weeded
In the back of my Jaguar
The life of a rap star
Completely freakable
I get weak
When I sit
And thinkin' shit
That we can do
Let me introduce
Mr. Makaveli
Sue you speakin' to
What's up with you
As you can see
I love freakin' you
(Boo)
(Who)
Black
Mexican
Puerto Rican too
Long as it's ghetto
You can bet
I'm gettin' deep in you
Believable
I got my eyes
Concentrated
On the size
Of your thighs
Now I ain't trade baby
But won't you
Let me ride
Cause a nigga
Want the pussy cat
This Thug Passion
So your man
Can't have it back
And that's a fact
So
How you want to act
Baby
Can you feel me
Like Run D.M.C.
It's like that
Tell me
Can you fade me

Outro

[2Pac & Storm]

You can't fade me
(That's how you mack to a bitch you little young nigga)
(Come on baby we gonna go to my little hotel and shit)
(Ha ha)
You can't fade me
(See if you can fade me)
(You feel me)
(Hey don't trip of the B word)
(That's just how muthafuckas talk on my block)
(Ha ha)
You can't fade me
(What's up though boo where you want to go)
(No we can go get a little drama and shit)
You can't fade me
(Jon P.)
(Crystal)
(Fat ass steak)
(Some lobster and shit)
You can't fade me
(Go back to the telly)
(Bump some of that Dramacydal Outlaw Immortal shit)
You can't fade me
(That's the type of shit that get me in the mood)
(You know what I mean)
(Ha ha)
(Come and tell you now)
You can't fade me
(And uh)
(After a few glasses of this Thug Passion baby)
(Huh)
(It's goin' be like Adam and Eve)
(Feel me)
You can't fade me
(Everything stop)
(Puff puff)
(And you don't stop)
You can't fade me
(So tell me baby boo)
(Can you fade us)
(Hey one love to that nigga D'Angelo)
You can't fade me
(Nigga this be bad than a muthafucka)
(You know)
(Ain't no disrespect big player)
You can't fade me
(But a muthafucka love this beat so much)
(Huh)
(We had to spit to it)
(So uh)
You can't fade me
(We send this one out to you)
You can't fade me
(Outlaw)
(West Side)
(Death Row)
(Thug Life)
(Outlaw)
You can't fade me
(West Side)
(Death Row)
(Thug Life)
(Outlaw)
You can't fade me
West Side)
(Death Row)
(Thug Life)
(Baby)
(Can you fade me)
You can't fade me
(West Side)

Fair X-Change

adies and gentlemen
This is a jazzy fizzly productizzly
Mah nizzle (ha)
Outlawz, outlawz
2Pac, Makaveli, still breathing
Yeah...

[Verse 1: Tupac]

Picture perfection
The object of a nigga affection
Partners of passionate sex
A place to put my erection
Fantasies of you in submission
Freaky positions
Pushing, pulling and twisting, I'm on a mission got me on a mad
Drive the dick
You were screaming when I did
Steady yelling out spots for me to hit
And aww shit
Soon as I seen her SAW US PLAYIN' HIDE THE WEINER
Want a freak like me
Fuck "Adina" up and down
It's the object
Side to side
Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride
Can I come inside
Say u don't feel it
That's a lie
You just scared to give this penitentiary dick a try
Caught your eye, when I walked by
I said hi
But you were so shy
I can't lie
Damn near stuttered when you walked by
You want me to lick it and even worse
Got your heart set on me going first
And that ain't no fair exchange

[Chorus]

You do me
And if its worth it baby
I'll return the favour
And give it back to you
A fair exchange on everything
Let me tell you that's the way its gotta be
Open your eyes baby, recognize a player
Give it up to me
A fair exchange you know the game
(Open your legs now)
You can do the damn thang, bang, bang

[Verse 2: Tupac]

Got me marching like its a million, you tremble from the feeling
Look up
Coz I got mirrors on the ceiling
And if your willing
Then we can ride 'till the sunshine
And just for for fun I bet you I can make you cum 61 times
Close your eyes
Let me heat it up
Cause when we fuck I refuse to bust a nut 'till I beat it up
Drop the top
Time to fuck while the wind blow
Baby throw your legs out the window
Remember on the balcony?
Bend over baby bounce on me
And let me hit it where it counts and flee
Remember me?
I get around and I'm haunted by my temptation
Sexual participation
My motivation
Even though I like the way you work it
You don't deserve it
Cause you walk around acting like your perfect
Took a while, but I finally got it
And like a boss playa
Bitch you ain't doing me no favours
Fair exchange

[Chorus]

You do me
And if its worth it baby
I'll return the favour
And give it back to you
A fair exchange on everything
Let me tell you that's the way its gotta be
Open your eyes baby, recognize a player
Give it up to me
A fair exchange in the game
You can do the damn thang, bang, bang

[Verse 3: Tupac]

Yeah your attitude ain't realistic
Yeah it's true I'm getting pussy, but baby your gettin dick
And since your being laced with penetration
It's only right to show a form of appreciation
Instead of faking
Like you cant hear the bed shaking
In bed naked your so twisted think your legs breaking
You said take it
So I'm blinded by passion
How long will I last?
Doggystyle, steady pumping on that ass
Until I blast
Then I laugh as we lay back
See I wait 'till you asleep
And that's the payback
Cause you acting like you did something
Giving me a piece
I had you muffling your screams in the sheets
Fucking with me
A true digger that love triggers
A thug nigga
Hustle bitches like drug dealers
Before I say goodbye
Put and end to all the games
Here's my number for another fair exchange

[Chorus]

You do me
And if its worth it baby
I'll return the favour
And give it back to your
A fair exchange on everything
Let me tell you that's the way its gotta be
Open your eyes baby, recognize a player
Give it up to me
A fair exchange in you know the game
You can do the damn

You do me
And if its worth it baby
I'll return the favour
And give it back to your
A fair exchange on everything
Let me tell you that's the way its gotta be
Open your eyes baby, recognize a player
Give it up to me
A fair exchange in you know the game
You can do the damn thang, bang bang

Fake Ass Bitches

*little kid* Tell me about these fake ass bitches

[2Pac]

Look here little nigga

Most of these niggaz be bitches too

but you'll never hear that side of the story

So uhh, we finna do this shit like this

It's like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches

They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin riches

What the fuck you think a trick is nigga

Nigga done stick and wet his dick

and then get tricked out all his riches by a -- BITCH!

I'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya

Think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her

It's like a motherfuckin priveledge

So don't give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits

When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup

And if she is the type of nigga hang up, worrrd up

And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone

And call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on

A motherfucking mack tonight

Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight

You fuckin punks, I hate you snitches

Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches

(God, damn! You can't just hit them niggaz with that game

and expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless.

But we gonna kick this shit like this here)

Chorus: 2Pac

I can't stand fake ass bitches

Lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches

(repeat 2X)

Time to show these bustas who's boss

Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed

The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy

Broke hoes runnin round yellin "Gimme!"

I can't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man

Shit all I wanted her to do is suck my DICK

So how about hittin a motherfucker on my pager

Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later

Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega

Fuckin with the player that done made her, huh

And I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money

Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch)

So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked

So where the motherfuckin hoes at?

Punk niggaz can't fade the mack, livin fat

Gettin paid to rap, it's like that, you motherfuckin bitches

Yeah, yeah that's my motto

She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass niggaz

So y'all take that shit back to y'all camp and uhh

you sleep on that there, it's like

Chorus 2X

Oh you too nigga, don't think we ain't talkin bout your punk ass

You old fake ass nigga

Standin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that

You soft as a motherfuckin grape

Ain't this a motherfuckin bitch

I can see right through your flower ass

Some of these niggaz is bitches too, man I tell ya

It's gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo'

but we gonna do this shit

Y'all take this shit and you play this shit for every single

fake ass bitch out there

And there's plenty of em

You probably got one sittin next to you right now

Bobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit that he listenin to

Fake ass motherfuckin bitch, die in ninety-four

Fame

And my niggas say
We want the FAAAAME
C'mon c'mon

[Chorus]
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame

The one thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
It's been nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g's
Stresses after battle with success comes greed (echo)
They got me hot When they shot me
Plotted my revenge
To increase my ends
Enemies gettin dropped
Win or lose
Red or blue
We must all stay true
Play the game nigga
Never let the game play you
And for the fame
Niggas change fast
That's a shame
What's the game
Lost souls
Who controls our brain?
Who can I blame?
The world seems strange at times
Somewhat insane
I'm hoping we can change with time
I'm living blinded
Searching for refinement
Curse, I know death follows me
But I murder him first
And worse yet
With each breathe
Steps I take
Breathless
Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?
Cigar ashes
Coaster
Crystal glasses
We mash on them jealous bastards
With a ski mask
I'm the first one to warn them
Blast it
Wrapped in plastic
Bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws)
Ain't nothing left now
Treated like a stepchild
Was not for me
Nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all)
Be rocking beats
Fake in fame

[Verse 2: Kadafi]
Block run and shoot slugs
We throw them back like hardballs
Without the gloves
No love for these fake desperados
And thugs I bleed to envy
Smoke and blow out they blunts
Sipping Henney
Drunk nights
And hot days
Cocking my heat shooting it sideways
A wife on the run
Full of common blunts
Unconditionally married
To my gun
Fulfillin' my destiny
On knees
And ones desires
Be pulling all my cabbage like priors
Stuck in the trance searching for something higher
Fortune and fame

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Kastro]
Searching for fortune and fame
Lost in the rain
A lose of the game
With life the cost of the game
We forcing the change
Mother fuck flossing the chain (echo)
All the blame
Belongs to the part of the brain (echo)
That we never use nigga
Plus my heart is in pain (echo)
And if I ever lose homey
Bet I'm at it again (echo)
Outlaws don't die
So united we stand (echo)
And if family come before
All the fortune and fame (echo)

[Verse 4: Napoleon]
As I walk up in the crib
Laid to rest me head
Say some rhymes to angels
Hope they bless my bed
Hope they bless me the righteous way
Got a homie locked down
Outta town
I sent him a kite today
Man that hate in your heart you gotta cleanse it dog
Praying for my downfall and I can sense it dog
I was passed down the street fame
Like glocks clocked and keep aim
Was raised up with a clock box
And I ran with the local street gang
They say the light is faded
But still shine in the dark
You can easy been a man
But you is a boy in your heart
And that's some game that I got
From generation of game
In the road of life dog
We need to switch up lanes
Think about it

[Chorus]

[Verse 5: Young Noble]
I can't complain
I've seen my fair share of the fame
It wont change me
Now I've got this piece of change
I feel strange I got so use to the hood
That when I finally got out at first it ain't feel good
I was just a baby still retarded from slavery
When we struggle to shovel shit ain't nobody saved me
Ghetto ain't made me I made myself
Poverty raised me thinking ain't no help
I pray for my health my mind and my family too
State of myself my grind and my family crew
Where one hand watches the other
No we ain't blood
But we still real brothers
The struggle is real
Nothing can steal
What we build
And that remains the same
'Till that day we killed
And that's real
Life that I was aimed to be
Love by my family tree
That's fame to me
How about it

[Chorus]

Fright Night

[2Pac]

And huh, I started out dumb, sprung of a hood-rat,
listening to the radio, wishing that I could rap...
but nothing changed, I was stuck in the game,
cause everybody in the industry was fuckin' me man...
listen, I got a scheme, break away, do my own thang,
drop some conversation, sit back and let the phone ring...
niggas they wanna see me rise,
'97 watch me cut these muthafuckas down to size...
and if I catch another case, Lord knows how to hate me,
got a playa in the court room, please don't let 'em frame me...
I been dumpt a lot of bad cards, livin' as a thug,
count my blessings, gone stressing in this land with no love...
maybe they seen me rolling, look at all this green I'm holding,
I guess this ridah envious and get they eyes swollen...
open to heavenly father of a hustler,
meet the hardest nigga on the earth to ever bust a nut...
my homies tell me have a heart, fuck they feelings,
I've been tryin' to make a million since we started, we cold-hearted...
niggas in mash that'll blast up the task force, empty out my clip,
time to mash, they asked for it...
me Makaveli I'm a muthafucka,
we break bread, now we thug brothas...
ha ha...
niggas talk a lot of non-shit,
I choose to ignore, but war, they ain't ready for it...
ha ha...

[Chours]

[2Pac]

Watch me clown, give me lovin' when I'm high,
I'm a Outlaw, baby I'll be thuggin' til I die...
in my drop top Double R,
life as a rap star,
hustle like a crack fein,
til they catch me...
go at somebody til ya show, watchin' niggas out to sight, in my nightscope,
cookin' white dope...
got my nigga 25 to Life stressed out,
tryin' to have all the better things in life...
while Makaveli, a born leader to millimeter,
changin' niggas futures like a switch-ofrenic palm reader...
he, from out the bible I read, see the meet,
shall inheriet the earth, and the strong will lead...
hittin' weed like it's alright,
I'm in the studio, makin' music all night...
ha ha...
my enemies cry whenever I rise, I hate it to the death,
tryin' to peep me out my last breath...
what you gonna do?..

[Chours ]

[Storm]

Who's to blame for my mind frame,
tryin' to lead this money game,
got me feinin' for riches wantin' to kill for a case of fame...
recurrin' dreams of illess ends, front page magazines,
livin' life like a thug queen...
but instead, I'm having nightmares,
they call 'em Outlaw preminitions of premeditated missions...
livin' conditions suspecious, so they got me on a hit list,
wishin' that I was flip like a wet bitch...
but it's the timin' nigga,
and I've been waiting for you years, I put my grind in nigga...
I see you scopin', cause I got what you want to flaunt,
my every calculated move is a nail to ya couffin...
not what ya don't know is I got .16 point holla,
thugged out female Boss shot-calla...
now what you gonna do?..
where yo busta ass crew?..
when my niggas come for you...

[Chours]

Fuck All Y'all

Intro:

Ha ha ha...fuck all y'all...fuck all y'all...I don't need nobody

Fuck 'em...Fuck all y'all

Verse 1

Money gone fuck friends

I need a homie that know me

when all these muthafuckin' cops be on me

I got problems ain't nobody calling back

now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats

Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl

Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and

all we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew

we had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin' cousins

You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc

a nigga just got paid and we still was broke

It took time but finally the cash was mine

all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind

Look around and all I see is snakes and faces

like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's

and when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends

They straight busted and can't be trusted fuck y'all

Chorus

Fuck all y'all 2x

Verse 2

I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use

cause I'm a hopeless thug

Ain't no love reminiscing on how close we was

way back in the day before they put the crack in the way

and heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day

It's gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enough

I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

Thug for life scrawled all across the wall

and all about my dollars make me wanna holla

drop an album sell a million give a fuck about tomorrow

I know it's gettin' crazy after dark

these marks keep on huffin' and puffin'

ain't no fear in my heart

What's going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive

I still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate thai

In 94 I'll be going solo

too many problems with my own

so I'm rolling do-do

Fuck all y'all

Chorus 3x

Verse 3

I went from rags to riches quick

to socializing with the baddest bitches

went from a bucket to a rag with switches

I'm seein' death around the corner

I'm bumpin' Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna

I'm getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai

mixed with some indonesia watch me fly

And even though I know the cops behind me

hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)

will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court

Fuck the law give a shit I'm even worse than before

I know they wanna see a nigga buried

but I ain't worried still throwing these thangs

got me locked in these chains

and hey nigga what the fuck is you wailin' 'bout

soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out

And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball

I'm screaming Thug Life nigga fuck y'all

Repeat of intro

Fuck The World

Who you callin' rapist ??

ain't that a bitch

you devils are so two faced

wanna see me locked in chains

droped in shame

and getten socked by these crooked cops and game

fuckin' with tha young black male

tryin' ta stack bail

and stay away from tha packed jails

told tha judge i'm in danger

and that's why I had that 45 with one in tha chamber

Fuck tha World

Chorus

their tryin' ta say that I don't care

I woke up screamin' fuck tha world

their tryin' ta say that I don't care

just woke up and scream fuck tha world

their tryin' ta say that I don't care

I woke up and screamed fuck tha world

their tryin' ta say that I don't care

Just got up and screamed fuck tha World

When I was commin up ruff

that wasn't even what you called it

that's why I smoke blunts now

and run with alcholics

i'm getten threats to me

commin from my enemies

in their dreams

is hell where they sending me ?

have I

lost control or just another soul

a car full of motherfuckers when we roll

sippen on that as I sit back

life as a big mack

brothers come up and say

'you did that?'

brotha take your eyes off tha prize

and even when you getten high

don't hesitate to try

cause you could fall off or stay ballin'

niggas we all in ?

and all my mothafuckers callen...

fuck tha World...

Chorus

fuck tha World

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

cause i'm sitten here sippin on Guinness

weighin' 165 and these tricks should die

for being jelous of a brotha when he rides

I can see it in your eyes

you wanna see a young player fallen

they hate ta see a nigga ballin'

some of you suckers is rotten

plotten on what I got

then you wonder why I shot him (booya)

please stop

given game for free

you wanna hang with me ?

like being a thug is tha thang ta be

but I got love for my homies

tha G's and macks

so if your black

then ya better stay strapped

nigga, fuck tha World...

Chorus

Fuck tha World

Fuck it...

I hear my niggas screamin' fuck tha world...

they wanna know if I claim tha click that i'm hangin' with

and if i'm down with this bangin' shit

well, homie I don't give a fuck

if ya blood or cuz

long as ya got love for thugs

but don't try ta test me out

stall that

homie this is thug life nigga

and we all strapped

I been through

hell and back

and if I fell, black

then it's

back to tha corner where we sell crack

some of you niggas is bustas

you runnin' around with these tramp ass bitches

don't trust her

but don't cry

this world ain't prepared for us

a straight thug mothafucker who ain't scared to bust

fuck tha World....

Chorus

Fuck tha World

(I don't care)

(I don't care)

(fade....)