2 Pac

Fuckin Wit The Wrong Nigga

Niggaz.. fuckin wit the wrong nigga..

[2Pac]
My seductive introduction be specific, still elusive
but exclusive's what I give you when I kick it, and I'm still lifted
Niggaz can't get with Mr. Wicked
Picture me flippin my adversaries, gettin the dick swiftly
Niggaz are swingin wild, but they styles miss me
You can bring that bitch but ya whole click'll still get treated shitty
Business never personal (?) before (?) up on thai
Just a ghetto star, a dropped up double-R is what I'm ridin
Nigga, if you was half the man yo' bitch was, bring you artillery
when you come for me, cause we sick thugs
No hesitation when I pull and blast, cause Syke was bustin
plus, Bow had 'em duckin, screamin, "Get they cash!"
So now I got the law on me, my phone's tapped
So I had to send word through my lil' homies
Tell them niggaz this the year when they pull the trigger
Shit, this is what you get, for fuckin, wit the wrong nigga..
This is what you get, when you fuckin wit the wrong nigga..
Hehehehe, yeah nigga, peep it

Before I lay me down to sleep I, pray and thank the Lord
for givin me another fruitful, dayyy
I wanna be a peaceful man but still when niggaz come for me
all I can see is gettin 'em, killed
For real it's how I feel, reflect my thoughts, flowin on these reels
Make my enemies deal with my steel, they caps peeled
We still cool but you played yourself
Give him the mac and make him spray hisself, heyyy
Fallin legends clutchin chrome three-five-seven
Puttin two bullets to they dome, wanted to die in heaven
Why call in shots nobody really as clear as me
Ain't tryin to help the feds get a case for conspiracy
Murder my foes get disposed of
We all homies to the death, so my true niggaz show me love
God forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure
But why they fuckin wit the wrong nigga, y'know?
It's like..
Why you fuckin wit the wrong nigga..

I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers
Learned my mathematic skills for real drug dealers
Tried to rise but they tried me
I guess they all had to die cause we tried peace
I die in these streets, blast 'til they recognize
Still do or die, all my niggaz gettin high watchin time fly
Best strategize on the way to profit
Best organize how you ride so they can't stop it
Then keep it poppin lot of busters wanna see me fall
I fucked yo' bitch and now this new shit gon' fade 'em all
My niggaz ball made a call for some backup
for lil' homies and my dogs in the black truck
Buck buck was the sound as they gats burst
No need for ambulance, baby bring the black hearse
Shoulda never fucked around busta, how you figure?
Makin moves on the wrong nigga, is what it sounds like
Ding ding ding.. when you fuck wit the wrong nigga..
Niggaz gettin hit, when they fuck, wit the wrong nigga..

Ghetto Star

For all my low life thug niggas,
For all my niggas in the hood,
Livin the life of a ghetto star,
Ha ha ha Makavelli,

Just holla my name
And witness game official
Niggas is so shame
They stare stiff like scared bitches
While I remain inside a paradox
Gone my block
Though gun shots is promised to me when will I stop
I hit the weed
And hope to god I can fly high
Witness my enemies
Die when I ride by
They shouldn'ta tried me
Send they bodies to they parents up north
With they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off
Fuck em all what I scream as I dream in tons,
Fuck a trick, get me rich n the bitches'll come,
bust ma gun make em all scatta,
bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatta,
eat her dead bee-yatch..mercy neva that,
you said u comin back bring it on foeva straped,
introduce ya to tha pleasure n tha pain,
u could go so far, just sell me ya soul, live tha life of a ghetto star

i live the life of thug nigga, drug deala livin game tight
mug nigga, slug nigga split tha fame like,
laced with game, practice on takin pain, equipped same
and let it rain thru ya brain,
street smart, proficeint intellegent, and keep sukaz hittin till snitchs start smellin
movin niggaz with telekinesis, keepin channel at work feelin different featuraz,
leadin niggaz to an early death with they head blown,
and to those who didn't make it to the morgue,
which is dead n gone,
and hope niggaz got fun, kidnapped jacked in the back, with next to they cataracts? they get done,
back chat, they toast his ass out,
mob related momma my nigga found shot up with his dick in his mouth, print it
my name in these streets, as a mutha fuckin g, now the next generations lookin worse off than me

Walkin thru tha cemetary, talkin to my homies that was buried,
say my enemies wanna see me dead I ain't worried, forgive me
please give me shelter calm my fears,
lifted my head from my hand that'll ball me tears,
I see bodies gettin splashed with acid,
2 shots ring from the plasted guy wrapped in plastic,
bury tha bastard, time to notify,
his family...shiet..
ain't nothin left to be identify,
evacuate the crime scene fast, why?
i heard the feds have a warrent fo my ass, fly
i won't touch down till i see tijauna,
setup a shop sellin them crooked cops marijuana,
label me a success,i made tha switch, retired from the life that neva gave me shit,
but cash that i couldn't spend, countless cars and adict fo a wife, tmy life as a ghetto star

God Bless The Dead

[Featuring Stretch]

2pac:

Rest in peace to my mothafucka Biggie Smalls

That's right boy, it's goin on

Right here, Thug Life

God bless the dead

God bless the dead & buried nigga

Don't worry if you see God first tell Him shit got worse

I ain't mad, I know you're representin the crew

And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt & a brew

Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game

If you a baller, money went as quick as it came

My role models gone or they locked in the pen

Straight hustlas, caught up in the whirlwind

The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggie

Sayin shit don't stop, nigga, no pity

We all hoods, and all we ever had was dreams

Money makin mothafuckas plot scandalous schemes

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

I was addicted to tryin, never meant to do time

My epitaph will read "Was the last of Gs

Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed

God bless the dead"

Chorus - 2pac:

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

2pac:

Man, ain't nobody promised me a thang

I been caught up in this game

Ever since I was a little motherfucka wantin to hang

I can see 'em in my head, pow

Memories of my nigga but he dead now

Lookin back in my yearbook all the years took

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

And if I die will they all shed tears

Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clear

Paranoid got me lookin in the mirror

Behind me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the time

See I'm old enough to know that ain't no justice

Fuck the police & all the courts same way they fucked us

And why the hell am I locked in jail

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

In my mind I can see it comin

And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin

By keepin gun & never run unless I'm comin at ya

Cry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter

God bless the dead

Chorus

2pac:

Rest in peace to all the motherfuckas that passed too early

All the young motherfuckas that was took in they prime

Real motherfuckin Gz, this one is for you

Yo Stretch, Biggie

Stretch:

Yo Big this is to you my nigga

Springfield Hollis crew, Thug Life, YGz

Sendin they respect, know I mean?

You my nigga for life, forever

You're always gonna be with a nigga

No matter what, don't forget that

I pray before I go to sleep

"Dear God save my place before I start to eat, cause times is hard

So I'm covered to my knees, oh why?

Why you had to take my nigga with the rock I buy?

You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton

Niggas terrified of comin from the young gun

Hearin that they did it outta fear don't amaze me

But it's mind blowin, so I'm flowin goin crazy

Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run like a punk

He shoulda had the gauge in the trunk

For spunk is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big

Now ya bout to smell the aftermath of what the mack did

Wannabe suckers wanna test, I'm tellin you, yes

The teflon's bout to rip through your fuckin vest

Guess who? I'll make a mess of your crew quick

The spirit Biggie Smalls and the ??? clique, yeah

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

Good Life

[2Pac]
I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug
Fiendin for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was
Picture a nigga on the verge of livin insane
I sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang
Now tell if I'm wrong
but sayin "Fuck the world" got you deeper in my songs
Drinkin 'til I earl, spendin money 'til it's gone
It's the good life - maybe niggaz got it goin on
Now maybe if I died, and came back, wouldn't have to slang crack
Addicted to the game, so obviously we came strapped
Please forgive me for my wicked ways, fuck a bitch
Bad Boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin this
Lord have mercy it's a slaughter
So wicked that my tracks is wettin niggaz like it's water
I learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights
But I'm a baller now, nigga, I live the good life

[Chorus]
This is the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that, trust them hoes
Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise
and live the good life, cause thug niggaz don't die
We live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that, trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise
and live the good life, cause thug niggaz don't die

[Big Syke]
No one knows what the, future holds, but you
Haha.. listen close
They say reach in yo' heart and you'll find your mind
Every day in the streets, got my foresight blind
My after time is narrow, peepin down the barrel of a foe
Just a nigga or a killer I don't know so
who makes the call will I fall a victim like the rest?
Slug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I'm gone
Send me home all alone in these cold streets
In desperation constantly drinkin and I can't sleep
Neck deep strugglin tryin to survive
SOme wanna die I wanna stay alive, eyes on the prize
Let me modify this whole region
I declare this sucker duckin season, give me the reason
why I should change, into a softie
.. after living so loftily
It cost me my soul out of control in a devil's world
Me, my niggaz, and my girl - livin the good life!

[Chorus]

[E.D.I.]
I spend my days and nights not knowin if, strays in flight
gon' finally catch me, it's the good life, can you hear me?
Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake up
Last night we off the hook, doin way too much
But it's the fast lane only, big dealin big ceiling
All for the money, some kill some squeal
All for the money, most ain't even real
but we still call 'em homies, now what the fuck is that?
Fake love, fake thugs are, all in the game
I watch 'em all plot and fall while we come up and gain
Outlaw never surrender is the call when you hear us comin
Better start to get to runnin 'fore my click get to gunnin
Still in the midst of all the stress and pain
I'm still tryin to get a hold of the game, livin that good life

[Chorus- 2X (w/ minor variations)]

Got My Mind Made Up

Featuring Daz, Kurupt, Method Man, Redman]

Verse One: Daz

You find an MC like me who's strong

Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support

And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though

With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those

Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain

and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain

Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star

Finally realizing who the fuck we are

When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded

would it be the greatest MC of all time

When I created rhyme for the simple fact

When I attack I crush your pride

My intention to ride, every time all night

I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar

for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride

breakin in gas with the six-eight all day

In and out with my pay

I'm soon to count the bodies...

Verse Two: Tupac

So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation

So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin

We must be based on nothin better than communication

Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations

Sorry I left that ass waitin

No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin

I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic

Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt

You swear the bitch was planted

My lyrics motivate the planet

It's similar to Rhythm Nation

but thugged out, forgive me Janet

Who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls

You know, the way the games get controlled

Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine

Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind

Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote

Takin off my coat, clearing my throat

Chorus: Method Man

I got my mind made up, come on... [come on]

get in get in too [get on it]

let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha night

I got my mind made up, come on...

get in get in too

let it ride... tonight's tha night

Verse Three: Kurupt

Well I comes through with two packs

of the bomb prophalaks for protection

So my fuckin sac won't collapse

Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays

Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave

I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's

shows my heart's as cold as the tundra

Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much

Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch

I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay

Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay

My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind

As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine

There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin

I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin

Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian

Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin

Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve

You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease

My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe

Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees

In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes

My verbal snipe, your vocab on site

I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all

So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall

Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere

The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator

I rock from here to there, to Philly and back

To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps

As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact

Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat

Verse Four: Method Man

Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers

like Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers]

The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle

Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial

Rarely do you see an MC out for justice

Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!!

Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen

Half of my Clan's three deep felons

Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel

Man I stay on point like icicles

Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical

All up in your motherfuckin mouth

Head banger boogie

Catch me on tour with Al Doogie

Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me

Better take one and pass or that's that ass

Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast

Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash

Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

Verse Five: Redman

Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics

Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards

Let's face it, there's no replacement

Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with

Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted

Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted

I got connects like Federal Express

to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch

Got the clear spot from tha rear block

to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not

Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop

Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot

With, this underground cannabis

I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst

Then proceeds like keys

My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's

Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake

So I erase the whole front row at the wake

I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it

I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place

Confidence for you shaky ass folks

Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked

choke, off this anecdote got you ope

Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly

And I'm out for nine nickel [INS tha rebels]

[West, list this, this, this...]

Hail Mary

featuring Kastro Young Noble Prince Ital



Intro: Makaveli



Makaveli in this... Killuminati all through your body

The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty

Uhh feel me!

And God said he should send his one begotten son

to lead the wild into the ways of the man

Follow me; eat my flesh flesh and my flesh



Chorus: Makaveli



Come with me Hail Mary

Run quick see what do we have here

Now, do you wanna ride or die

La dadada, la la la la



Verse One: Makaveli



I ain't a killer but don't push me

Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy

Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein quoted

Peeped the weakness int he rap game and sewed it

Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin

Seein niggaz comin for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin

Now pay attention, rest in peace father

I'm a ghost in these killin fields

Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside

the solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark

Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee

Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame

Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim

Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit

Stuck, niggaz is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus

mama told me never stop until I bust a nut

Fuck the world if they can't adjust

It's just as well, Hail Mary



Chorus 2X



Verse Two: Makaveli



Penetentiaries is packed with promise makes

Never realize the precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin

Instutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumble

But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we ballin

Catch me father please, cause I'm fallin, in the liquor store

That's the Hennessee I hear ya callin, can I get some more?

Hail til I reach Hell, I ain't scared

Mama checkin in my bedroom; I ain't there

I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do

One life to live but I got nuttin to lose, just me and you

on a one way trip to prison, sellin drugs

We all wrapped up in this livin, life as Thugs

To my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin they bid

Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this

When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark

Thuggin eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga



Chorus 2X



Verse Three: Kastro, Young Noble



They got a APB, out on my Thug family

Since the Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks

Our enemies die now, walk around half dead

Head down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai

Tryin it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high

Visions of me, Thug livin gettin me by

Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs

When I die they won't cry unless they comin with slugs



Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin on around me

Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feelin rowdy

Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that motherfucker

Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers

on the regular mashin in a black Ac Integ-ra

Cock back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya

Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse

From a Thug to preachin church, I gave you love now you eatin dirt

Needin work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on

Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle til dawn

That's when sun came up, there's only one way up

hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up



If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks

Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate

to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take

Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate

If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks

Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate

to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take

Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate



Chorus (repeats in background)



Outro: Prince Ital



We've been traveling on this wavy road

Long time til I be take off this load

But we ride, ride it like a bullet

Hail Mary, Hail Mary

We won't worry everyting will come real

Free like the bird in the tree

We won't worry everyting will come real

Yes we free like the bird in the tree

We runnin from the penetentiary

This is the time for we liberty

Hail Mary, Hail Mary



Chorus



[Makaveli]

Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days

Happy Home

Home man.. hey.. let's turn this house into a happy home
This for all the homeboys that couldn't get they happy home
Let's turn this house into a happy home
Long as one of us got it, some of us got it
Let's turn this house into a happy home
You know how that is, stay down for mine
Outlaw.. look

[2Pac]
Now we've been kickin it for quite some time
Remained beside me through my trials in this life of crime
We divorced so many times I forgot to count
I never hit you, not a coward, rather leave your house
Remember back in December when we was tight?
Sippin Alize and Cristal, whylin every night - in my bedroom!
Promised that I commit to you soon
Tongue-kissed me every time you seen me step inside a room
Straight out the hood
We promised to be good to each other, plus I love you
So I know you gon' make a good mother
Just try to understand if I change at times
it's only cause I never owned anything that's mine
So I'm tryin you can stay with my momma but keep the drama to a low
Never call the police, I never call you bitch and ho
We were all born hungry in this world alone
Finally moved out my mom's house, and got a happy home

[Chorus]
Ha..ppy.. home..
(let's turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..

[2Pac]
Goin through hard times, ghetto child of mine
I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes
To be honest it's a hard road
Just keep your faith in God, knowin you'll get scarred though
Look at him walkin and talkin, a lil' child with my eyes and mouth
Father watch over lil' seeds, help me guide them out
Had to change my whole lifestyle, married my baby's momma
Made her my wife now, I'm tryin hard y'all
Maybe in time I'll be a better man
Watchin the older couples, handle it like veterans
Show me the meaning of forever and together we rise
If it would help our child grow, then together we'd die
Why - question my love, it's so easy to see
Without my family all I'm left with is a shadow of me
After all the arguments, and the nights alone
Now it's time to live the good life, inside a happy home

[Chorus]
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally got to live the good life, inside a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..

[2Pac]
Happy home

[singers]
All these problems got me goin
We got a family, of our own
I just wanna happy home
(turn this house into a happy home)
No man's made to stand alone
I promise I won't do you wrong
I just want a happy home
(finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)

[Chorus]
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally got to live the good life, inside a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)

[2Pac]
Hey, haha, turn this house into a happy home
Long as one of us got it, some of us got it
Turn this house into a happy home

Heaven Ain't Hard 2 Find

(Tupac Talking)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(All you gotta do is look)
(Tupac)
Simply because you nervous, let me start off with my conversation
Hoping my information, eleviates the hesitiation
I can see it clearly now
catch you smiling through your frown
I'm askin' Baby Boo are you down ?
Although I know you've heard about my reputation
across the nation
"Mr. I get around"
My temptaion got me dripping wet
perspiration
I'm activated by the moves your making
Baby why you faking? strip naked get the love making
See its all in your mind, so every time I sip a glass of wine
I fantasize till that ass is mine
Never gettin' but wanting, never touching but wishing
A straight thug on a mission until I get what I'm missing
Stop with the beeper, baby Listen,
I know you're grown, but pay attention
Let me hypnotize with my tounge kissen'
This is a message to bomb bodies and all dimes
Turn around one more time
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Chorus)
(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)
Heaven ain't hard to find
Infact you can have it just have faith
Just like a little kid, still believing in magic
It takes a lot of scarifice
with all the lonely nights on tour
I need somebody I can trust in my life
Let me apply the brakes
baby you're moving to fast
My conversations are getting deeper, but first let me ask
Are you afraid of a thug ?
and have you ever made love with [?cherries?] and bubbles sipping in
your tub
Touch me and let me activate your bloodpressure
This Thug Passion
help the average man love better
Picture me naked and glistening beneath the moonlight mist
Take a shot of that alazhay
come give me a kiss
And maybe we can be better friends
perhaps we'll be closer
I'll be the thug in your life
baby and you'll be my soulja
And I know it takes some time
And you got a lot of questions on your mind
But relax, in due time
Heaven Ain't Hard to Find
(Chorus)
(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)
You think we all dogs, thats why you cautious when I approached you
Been talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken
Through my eye contact, I wink and you respond back
Look at me
whats all that ? Huh
its like the closer you get, Baby the quicker I'm speaking
I got a flight out Chicago, lets kick it this weekend
I'm sipping Heneesee and coke
tho' addicted to weed smoke
I'm fiendin' for your body even mo'
Oh god help me identify me truest thoughts
your hidden motives full of passion who would of thought
Come hollar at me baby, love me for my thug nature
Far from a playa hater, label me a money maker
Straight heart breaker
Baby we can be friends
I'll come scoop you in my Benz
we'll ride
I'll let you floss it for your friends
Once we begin
until the end, it gets better with time
I'm makin' love to your mind baby
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Chorus)
(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)

Heavy In The Game

[Featuring Richie Rich]

Verse One: 2Pac

Now how can I explain how this game laced

plus with this fame

I got enemies who'll do anything ta break me

My attitude changed

got to tha point where I was trippen

twenty-four-seven

moneys my mission

just a nigga tryin ta make a livin'

These busta tricks don't know no male

they spending they riches on scandelous bitches

who stay petrified in jail

it's hell

plus all tha dealers want a meal ticket

jelous ass bitches

playa haten' but we still kick it

always keep my eyes on tha prize

watch tha police

seen so much murder

neighborhoods getten no sleep

but still

I get my money on major

continuously

communicaten through my pager

niggas know me

don't have no homies cause they jelous

I hustle solo

cause when i'm broke I got no time for tha fellas

listen

ain't nothen popin' about no work nigga

I ain't no joke

fuck what they sayin

and get your dough nigga

Heavy in tha Game

Chorus:

I don't care what it did to Them

Tha Games been good ta Me

Verse Two: Richie Rich

Well, let me shoot some of this heavy type shit

Certain niggas wanna stick to tha game

you's a trick to tha game

waitin' upon your turn

so will you learn

ain't no turns givin niggas be twisten and taken shit

putten they sack down

then putten they mack down

Me myself I hustle with finesse

Yes, i'm an Oakland baller

rule number one check it

if I show you no respect then

be your own nigga

meaning buy your own dope

cause that front shit is punk shit

something I never funked with

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

that's real shit

disrespect

see what this will do to you

jackin' and robin' and dispisen' your homie

ain't healthy

niggas be ending up dead

follow your wealthy

but not me tho

I'm sowing something major

so what I reap is boss

that's why my public statis is floss

went from a

young nigga livin' reseidential

to a

young nigga workin' presidential

Chorus

Verse Three: 2Pac

I'm just a young black male

cursed since my birth

had ta turn to crack sells

if worse come to worse

headed for them pack jails

so maybe it's a hearse

My only way to stack bail

is out here doin dirt

My decisions do or die

been hustlein' since Jr. High

No time for askin why

getten' high

getten' mine

Put away my 9

cause these times call for four-five sales

cause life is hell and everybody dies

what about these niggas I despise

them loud talken' cowards shootin' guns into crowds

jepordiseing lives

shootem' right between a niggas eyes

it's time to realize

follow tha rules

or follow tha fools, then die

everybodies tryin ta make tha news

niggas confused

quit tryin to be an OG and pay your dues

if you choose to apply yourself

go with tha grain and come tha riches and tha bitches and tha fame

Heavy in tha Game

Chorus

Hennessey

ft. Obie Trice

{Obie Trice}
Ha ha ha, yeah

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

Just Pour a nigga a glass

Hennessy, that dark shit (That’s right)

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

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

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

{Tupac}
Ha ha ha, Y’all niggaz can’t fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy)

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


{Tupac}
Big ballin ass nigga named Pac

[Verse 1: Tupac]
Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death
I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath
These motherfuckaz wanna see me die
So who am I to try to warn ‘em, I’ll buck and bomb ‘em, them nigga fry
Ey remember me? Damn that Hennessy
The nigga you don’t wanna see, let me precede
My definition of some thug shit, y’all don’t hear me?
Now that it’s poppin aint no love bitch
I maintain in the game and the gutter is where I still kick it
I’m tryin to hustle up a meal ticket
I’m still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days
Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid
So nigga blaze, cuz we some motherfuckin fools
Walkin through the streets wearing jewels
Breakin niggaz, fakin moves
Even the cops can’t stop us
My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy

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

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

{Tupac}
Ha ha ha, Y’all niggaz can’t fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy)

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

{Tupac}
Big ballin ass nigga named Trice

[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
Now I was born in Detroit on the side that’s west
Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess
Tried to apply myself, but niggas was ballin
My momma couldn’t tell my shit, the streets was callin
I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law
I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw
P Funk, got I pumpin, he had the connects
Through the sack to us little niggaz workin the set
And if you got it you getting wet, nigga bet on that
Don’t come around hurr on that floss shit
Detroit niggaz off shit
(Robbin niggaz in the do’ ways) That’s right
(With my four four, that’s the sure way)
And this your old days, all eyez on me
We was loony I suppose you could (die homie)
O Trice always repped his block
Pac that Hen’ and that Ice, I’m on a track with Pac nigga

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

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

{Tupac}
Ha ha ha, Y’all niggaz can’t fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy)

{Obie Trice}
Yea

Ey Pac… Pac, nigga Detroit love you boy

We put it down out here I mean, you know… Me, my family, my friends.. Man we riddin for you always

2PacalypseNow and to infinity boy… forever

Shady Records, Afeni Shakur what up?

Yea, Obie Trice

Pour out a lil’ liquor nigga

Hennessey (Red Spyda Remix)

(feat. E.D.I. of the Outlawz, Sleepy Brown)

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, I'm fuckin with Hennessey
Just pour me a glass of that dark shit
That's right

[Chorus]
[2Pac] They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle
[S.B.] Ooooh, ba-ba, ba-ba-dahhhhh
[2Pac] Hennessey (Hennessey) hahaha, yeah
[2Pac] They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle
[S.B.] Ooooh, ba-ba, ba-ba-dahhhhh
[2Pac] Hennessey (Hennessey)

[Verse One: 2Pac]
Now I was born in the gutter facin life or death
I was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath
These motherfuckers wanna see me die, so who am I
to try to warn 'em, I buck and bomb 'em, them niggaz fry
Hey, remember me? Down that Hennessey
The nigga you don't wanna see, let me procede
My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me
Now that it's poppin ain't no love bitch
I maintain in the game in the gutter's where I still kick it
I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket
I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler 'til my dyin days
Ain't nuttin wrong with gettin paid, so nigga blaze
Cause we some motherfuckin fools
Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggaz makin moves
Even the cops can't stop us, my enemies flip
when they see me drink a fifth of that Hennessey

[Chorus w/ minor variations]

[Verse Two: Edi Amin]
Yeah
Up late nights (c'mon) under the city lights
The Henn got me feelin right, I'm tryin to keep from swervin
She's so fine and she love Henn too
After a couple of shots she said, "I could do what I wanna do"
(That's right) We ain't sippin champagne (nah) we off the Henn-Rock
Alcoholics back at the liquor sto' cause we can't stop (can't stop)
And won't stop (we won't stop) all night long
'til the break of dawn, gettin it on, Hennessey

[Sleepy Brown]
Ooooh, lady watchin (lady watchin) as I'm glidin by (glidin by)
And the place is jumpin.. that I can't deny (no, noo, no)
Ooh I can't wait to go in, throw my glass in the sky (glass in the sky)
For the people partyin, 'til the mornin light

[Chorus w/ minor variations]

[2Pac] Hahaha, y'all niggaz can't fuck with this ol' thug shit

[Chorus]

[Sleepy Brown - over Chorus second half]
We keep on sippin, and sippin, and sippin

[S.B.] Keep on sippin, and sippin, and sippin, ba-ba, ba-ba-dahhhhh, Hennessey

High 'Til I Die

High 'Til I Die

Loced 'Til they smoke me

The Shit don't stop

Til my casket drop

I'm High 'Til I Die

Loced 'Til they smoke me

The Shit don't stop

Til my casket drop

I'm High 'Til I Die

Loced 'Til they smoke me

Shit don't stop

The shit don't stop

Game rules

Ain't got time for fools

Money on my mind

So my nine rules

Time to make wieght

Niggas gettin' crazy paid

Hate bitches for the games they play

So nigga

Pull quick

But better be quicker

Than the next mutha fucka

On the trigger

Cause I'm static

Startin' to be a fuckin' habit

Gotta keep my automatic

Or get my ass kicked

When I'm travelin'

It's kind of puffin'

I drive a bucket

Little Thug Life nigga

Screaming Fuck It

I love to throw my middle finger to the police

And no bucks, no justice, no peace

I'm smoking blunts 'til I pass out

[coughing]

Yah nigga getting assed out

Rollin' and my niggas

Glass out

Drving fast

Talking to bitches

Whipping cash out

I'm with my niggas

So fuck the suckas

I'm bucking brothas

Smokin' chronic mutha fuckas

Causing ruckus

It's the last of the drank

Pull over

Can't hear a damn thang

Sober

High 'Til I Die

Loced 'Til they smoke me

The Shit don't stop

Til my casket drop

I'm High 'Til I Die

Loced 'Til they smoke me

The Shit don't stop

Til my casket drop

High 'Til I Die

Loced 'Til they smoke me

The Shit don't stop

Til my casket drop

I'm High 'Til I Die

Loced 'Til they smoke me

Shit don't stop

The shit don't stop

Lord help me save me

Mama keep praying for a young mutha fucker

Trying to duck an early grave

In the city where you can't tell the fakes

From the snakes

Enemies from phonies

Friends from your homies

Around the corner theres another nigga waiting to jack

He don't know I got a glock

Till his ass get shot

Like a mutha fuckin' Thug disease

Claiming Peace

Like they mutha fuckin' trustin' me

Hey, what's up with bitches trying to screw me

Do me cause I did a movie

Throw the pussy to me

But before they never knew me

Rather die then let yah

Play me for like a Busta

And with my glock

I'm a plotin' ass rotten mutha fucka

Hey don't let that movie fool yah

Let me school yah

Screaming Thug Life nigga

When I do yah

It's the last of the drank

Pull over

Can't hear a damn thang

Sober

[Till the end of song]

High 'Til I Die

Loced 'Til they smoke me

The Shit don't stop

Til my casket drop

High Speed

[E.D.I Amin]
I speak
For all my ni**az livin' in the rush
Slow it down just a notch baby
It's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright

[2Pac + E.D.I Amin]
Life in High Speed
f**k the punishment, tie weed
I gonna buy me a gun
f**k doin' time

[2Pac]
I live life High Speed
Slightly disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf**kas even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, ni**az decieve swiftly
Look at you now, why you wanna hang out?
I pull the hammer back
Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthaf**kin' back out
They blast but I'm still standin'
Slightly scarred deep
Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul
Though my life was hard with no remorse
I absorb bomb less it's without protection for the boss
Rollin' in my double, raw, rugged, and ruthless
Keep a vest through these hard times, knowin' it's useless
And my crew, who could should be mistaken for Jews
We all about our past, blast if he break the rules
Fools done snitched for the D.A., be heavensent
Switched like a stone-bi**h, turned str8 severed then, why?
Then they wonder why ni**az die
Put your family in danger just to get high
Now, what the hell can we get from jail?
More tricks for the crime rate, this is hell
Bail out, a thug ni**a fresh out the jailhouse
Open your safe count and take all your mail out
Whatever happens happens
Whoever falls dies
We fresh out of time, livin blind, so we all ride
In times like these, chronic and tie weed
Puffin' through these High Speedz
And people say

[Chorus (2Pac):]

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

[Yaki Kadafi]
Verbal a*sa*sin, I hit the corner fast, blastin'
I plan to stretch your chest plate back like elastic
No need to push me to slippin'
I love beef, like pussy and pistols
For all you pussies that's soft as tissue
I ride plottin' like the fall guy out the roof
Bustin' at you wise guy, gettin' high, sippin' hundred proof
Gettin' your neck joints low to verdict wit' mine
Get that a*s attacked, murdered, and robbed, blind from behind
Grab your shots', callin'
Catchin ni**az while they stormin'
Kickin' his door in
And get your whole f**kin' family a' mournin'
Plus all you itchy-bi**hy types can't touch me
Frontin' like your hard
I'll play your f**kin' yard like a trussel

[Chorus (2Pac):]

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

[E.D.I Amin]
At times, I look through times wit' so much anger
Wonderin' why it keeps on pa*sin' bringin' me the danger
No singal hard time is a good one
At times I'm amazed
Now what the mutha f**k a hood done
What we do to get paid
All day, for the almighty, dollar
Don't even bother to holla
We all destined to be swallowed
By the same thing we lust for
Threw away our morals in bags of dust, more
ni**az is dying tommorrow
We, bet on all time
ni**a the clocks tickin'
Approachin' is the day you only know your glocks spittin
Cops sittin', politicians pa*sin' laws you ain't knowin'
Soon that money goin' be illegal when you got it
Keep your dough up
But I ain't goin' tell you, what?, to stop chasin' paper
Man, I'm just like ya'll, I worry 'bout that s**t later
Put the metal to the pedal, slash up ni**a, blaze
Lets get blowed out High Speed til the end of my dayz
Now my people say

[Chorus (2Pac): repeat 5X]

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

[2Pac]
High Speedz (we goin' all night)
Life of an Outlaw, ghetto starz (we goin' all night)
(Yes) I'm gonna buy me a gun
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
For my ni**az on the WestSide and the EastSide
And the NorthSide and the SouthSide
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
From Compton to Jersey
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Gettin' it real hard
ni**az in Michigan, (M.O.B ni**a, M.O.B)
From Atlanta, Georgia to Utah
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
From St. Louis to Alabama
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
From Mississippi to Oakland, from San Francisco to San Diego
Seattle to Florida
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
Maine to Ma*s, haha
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Food and Sex
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night
High Speedz
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
Outlawz with that rough s**t, baby!

[E.D.I Amin]
Learn about it
Pac you goin' rap?

Hit 'Em Up

[Featuring Outlawz]

Intro: Tupac

I ain't got no motherfuckin friends

That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker

(take money) West side!!

Bad Boy killers

(take money) You know the realest is niggaz

(take money) We bring it to you

(take money)

Verse One: Tupac

First off, fuck your bitch in the clit you claim

West side when we ride come equipped with game

You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife

We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life

Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip

Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches

We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels

steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules

Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya

cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased

Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's

Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace

I let them niggas know it's on for life

So let the West side ride tonight hahahah

Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed

Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ...

Chorus:

Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac

Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh

Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish

Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace

NIGGA, I hit em' up...

Interlude: Tupac

Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is

I don't even know why I'm on this track

ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level

I'ma let my little homies ride on you

bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!!

Verse Two:

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo

Biggie Smallz just got dropped

Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back

Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks

little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya

Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya

Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank

Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement

Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga

and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga

With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer

ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour

and hit em up

Chorus

Verse Three: Tupac

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel

this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin

killed with ya mouths open

tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping

smokin dope it's like a sherm high

Niggaz think they learned to fly

But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die

Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me

All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me

I'm a self made milionare

Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha

Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch

and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh

Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style

Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled

Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK

I'm still the thug you love to hate

Motherfucker, I hit em up

Verse Four:

I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur

No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs

Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease

I bring you fake G's to your knees

Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area

Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?

Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck

is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn

with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block

with 15 shots cock glock to your knot

Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch

And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped

All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked

Verse Four:

Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker

I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker

Softer than Alize with a chaser

Bout to get murdered for the paper

Idi Amin approach the scene

Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold

Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke

Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin

in the wide open, guns smokin

no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across

Soon as the funk was poppin off

Nigga I hit em up

Outro: Tupac

Now you tell me who won

I see them, they run

They don't wanna see us

Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us

How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job

We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it

Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?

You little young ass motherfuckers

Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?

You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around

and have a seizure or a heart-attack

You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up

That's how we do it on our side

Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it

But we ain't singin, we bringin drama

Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama

We gonna kill all you motherfuckers

Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie

Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion

Well this how we gonna do this

Fuck Mobb Deep

Fuck Biggie

Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label

and as a motherfuckin crew

And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy

Then fuck you too

Chino XL, fuck you too

All you motherfuckers, fuck you too

(take money)

(take money)

Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker

My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow

You motherfuckers can't be us or see us

We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs West side till we die!

Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers

We do our job

You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob

Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz

All you motherfuckers feel us

Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple

(take money)

You niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they

motherfuckers back, you know how it is

When we drop records they feel it

You niggaz can't feel it

We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes*

Hit Em Up II

[2Pac]

Cause auh, niggas talk plenty shit,
so many tricks,
I fucked yo bitch cause I'm true to this, witness the hit...
You talked bad about a nigga when I got blasted,
hope you made a little money while the fun lasted...
I heard they call ya Big Poppa, nigga how ya figure,
cause to me you'll always be a phony fat nigga...
I can't be copy even wearing Vasache,
nigga you wanna row, scared as fuck if the guns'll bust...
now niggas stop, I gotta listen, playa haters be fakes,
you bitch niggas gettin' blown away...
you crosseyed, down syndrome, crack baby,
say you and Puffy is tough, now that's crazy...
I got yo ass in my sight,
niggas dyin' tonight, we screamin', West Side for Life...
and I can't wait to see you niggas in traffic,
cause we gonna get 'em up,
when you see me you better bust, cause I'm a hit 'em up...

[Chours]

[Napoleon]

It's hard to explain,
what's in my pain when I was a younger,
before my shit I swear to God I'll leave you stick just to make a come up...
niggas run up, it's mo' murder for the money,
got caught up tryin' to make a harder record,
you should've been done checked it...
cause I bet you, in this life,
you'll never gonna see a nigga like me wanting to battle up on T.V...
I rather release some of these,
and put a slug to you busta ass niggas and continue to squeeze you...
I got some niggas back in Jersey,
that rather be jackin' cars and robbin' bitch niggas like yall for emergencys...
let's take it back to the westside, then niggas sure gonna be ridahs,
and plus we Thug Life niggas, so call us multiply...
finger on the trigger, bitches standin' by us,
but we don't trust 'em, they might be the first that we gonna bust on...
just label me a Bad Boy Killa,
you Mobb Deep bitches gonna feel us when we turn into killas...

[Edi Ameng]

Now it's B.B.K all day, ain't no frontin', ain't no trippin',
strictly Bad Boy Killa, shoot that ass like a squilla...
now let this muthafucka top down, I'm fince to drop down,
let these sounds pop and then I hop out...
send a shout out, to all my shit to walk on East Coast,
what's up to the ridahs in L.A, Long Beach, on up to the East Oak...
shootin' at yo, C-Lo, circle, this is yo virtual,
dump these pistols, rest that tidal Smith will turn you purple...
wanna take no fame,
with enemies to the game,
who'll get that ass tame simple and plain...
yall know the name, drama, ridahs, thru the whole line up,
niggas get tired of dumping with they .4,
then we mobbing thru they hood slow... no need for runnin',
cause we don't give a fuck,
cause I before them,
we got to hit they ass on up...

[Hussein Fatal]

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo,
Biggie Smalls just got shot,
and I'm a true nigga stormin',
nigga take yo fat ass to California,
I catch you on any East Coast corner and you's a goner...
Puffy weaker then a fuckin' block
I'm runnin' thru nigga, and I'll smoke a Junior Maphia in front of you nigga...
with the ready power tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer,
yo clout petty sour, I'll push packages every hour...
my sons pass moon, slappin' nickels on glass 40's,
so hand me the cash, you made on the Ave.,
but that's yo ass shorty...
I gotta team that sell more bottles then soda,
move my ears like yoda,
quick as a cobra and never sober...

[Khadafi]

I'm on a twelve o'clock cruise to Brooklyn,
and I'm lookin' for the third, let's see no barrel ready to get his life tooken...
so where yo killas at, and feddy,
trick don't test me to leave yo coward ass striped and a full clip heavy in yo stomach...
choosen all, yeah nigga runnin',
poppin' all you cowards that be jockin' a nigga behind you...
you done just about made it on impossible to escape,
with a emergency, visit to the hospital...
I can't wait to meet up with all you bitches in the streets,
so I can leave all you cowards sittin' in yo fuckin' seat when we hit 'em up...

[Storm]

If ya a Big Bad muthafucka, come step to this,
I got points in the clips and winds of the clip...
who wanna test that, to the 1,2,3, bound to get they ass put under,
cause the Storm bring nothing but thunder... (that's right)
who's the bomb nigga, quick to feelthat empty figure,
situations on my Na-Na, who's the bigga trigga...
approach a true G, you thought I was begessy,
now you on yo knees beggin' me...

[Prince Ital] talking

Hold On Be Strong

Hold on... *lighter flicks up*

Yeah it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby *inhales*

It'll get better... *coughing*

Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style

When this whole beat drop we just gon' run it to em bet

It's all good, uhh

I never had much, ran with a bad bunch

Little skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch

And all through Junior High, we was just gettin by

And drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives

I never did cry, and even though I had

pain in my heart, I was hopeless from the start

They couldn't tell me nothin, they all tried to help to help me

The marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy

I travelled places, caught cases, what a ill year

I felt the pain and the rain but I'm still here

Never did like the police, let the whole world know

Now I gets no peace, cause they chasin me down

And facin me now, what do I do?

These thangs that a Thug goes through

And still I rise so keep ya head up, and make ya mind strong

It's a struggle every day but you gotta hold on

Chorus: repeat 4X

Hold on, be strong, hold on

Be strong, hold on

When it's on it's on

There's, never a good day, cause in my hood they

let they AK's pump strays where the kids play

And every Halloween, check out the murder scene

Can't help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen

My homies dyin 'fore they get to see they birthdays

These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray

And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth

I know that ain't the truth, sometimes I look for proof

I wonder if heaven got a ghetto, and if it does

Does it matter if you blood or you cuz

Remember how it was, the picnics and the parties in the projects

Small time drinkin gettin high with them armies

Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter

I'm dealin with the madness, raised by a single mother

I'm tryin to tell you when it's on

You gotta keep your head to the sky and be strong, most of all hold on

Chorus

Interlude:

Hold on, be strong

I know them ain't tears comin down your face

When it's on it's on but

Wipe your eyes

Hold on, be strong

In this world

When it's on it's on but

Only the strong survive y'know

Hold on, be strong

Hmm, I know it's hard out there

When it's on it's on but

Welfare

Hold on, be strong

AIDS, earthquakes

Cause when it's on it's on but

Muggings, carjackings

Hold on, and be strong

Yeah we got problems

Cause when it's on it's on but

But believe me when I tell you

Hold on, and be strong

Things always get better

Cause when it's on it's on but

God don't like ugly

Hold on, and be strong

And God don't like no quitters

Cause when it's on it's on but

You know what Billie Holiday said bay-bee

Hold on, and be strong

God bless the child that can hold his own

Cause when it's on it's on but

Y'know?

Hold on, and be strong

You got to stand strong

Cause when it's on it's on but

And when these bustas try to knock you out your place

Hold on, and be strong

You stand there to they face

Cause when it's on it's on but

Tell em hold on, and be strong

Hold on, and be strong

The game don't stop

Cause when it's on it's on but

Hmmm

Hold on, and be strong

This here is black main

Cause when it's on it's on but

If you don't never leave nothin, learn one thing

Hold on, and be strong

It don't stop, til the casket drop

Hold on

Thug, for Life... feel me?

All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong

When things get bad, especially come the first and the fifteenth

Stay strong, and stay ballin, hold on

I'll catch y'all at the next life, we in traffic

Hold Ya Head

My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island

Mumia Atumie Gerino Pratt

All the political Prisoners

San Quiton



Yeah

One Thug One Thug



How do we keep the music playing



One Thug One Thug



I wake up early in the morning

My state so Military

Suckas Fantasize Pictures of a

Young Brother Buried

Was it me The Weed Or this life I lead

If daytime is for suckas then

Tonight we Bleed

Out for all that

Knowing that this world brings drawbacks

Look how this shit bumps

Once I deliver these war raps

Meet me at the cemetary

Dressed in Black

Tonight we

Follow the dead

And those who won't be back

So if I die

To the same for me

Shed no tear

An Outlaw, thug living in this game,

for years

Why worry,

Hope to god

Get me high

When I'm burried

Knowing deep inside me

Only if yah love

Come rush me to the gates of heaven

Let me picture for a while

How I live for my days, as a child

I wonder now

How do we outlast, always get cash

Stay strong if we all mash

Hold Your head



Chorus



How do we keep the music playing

How do we get ahead

To many young black brothers are dying

Living Fast, too fast



These felonies be like prophecies

Begging me to stop

Cuz These lawyers getting money

Everytime they knock us

Slashing pockets lyrically

Suckas fleed when they notice

Switched my name to Makaveli

Had the rap game closed

Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows

They froze

Now suckas idealize my choosen Blows

More money mean litigating

More Playa hating

Got a cell at the penn for me waiting

Is this my fate

Miss me with that mistermeaner thinking

Me fall back

Never That

Too much Tequilla drinking

We all that

Make them understand me

Hey I'll stay all night out with my Posse

Everyone roll with me is family

Cuz everybodies got me

Watch me paint a perfect vision

This life we living

Got us all meeting up in Prison

Last week I got a letter from my road dog

Written in Blood

Saying, "Please show a young playa love"

Hold your head

Hold it



Chorus



How do we keep the music playing

How do we get ahead

To many young black brothers are dying

Living Fast, too fast



God bless the child that can hold is own

Indeed

Enemies Bleed when I hold my chrome

Let these words be to last

to my unborn seeds

Hope to raise my young nation

In this world of greed

Currency means nothing if you still ain't free

Money breeds jealousy

Take the game from me

I hope for better days

Trouble comes naturally

Running from authorities

Till they capture me

And my AIM is to spread more smiles than tears

Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years

Maybe Mama had it all right

Rest your head

Straight converstion all night

Bless the dead

To the homies that I usta have

That no longer roll

Catch a brother at the crossroads

Plus nobody knows my soul

Watching time pass

Through the glass of my drop top

Hold your head



Chorus

Holla At Me

(Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row

They try to playa hate

but they can't fade us tho'

We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood

Yeah

with that funky sound *so funky*

we be throwin' down)

This goes out to you playa

you know...you know who you are

Chorus: repeat 3X

Gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me

So when ya see me nigga

Ya better Holla at me

Verse One: 2Pac

Are you confused ?

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

of a nigga who don't have a thing to loose

When me and you was homies

no one informed me it was all a scheme

You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams

how could you do me like that ?

I took ya family in

I put some cash in ya pocket

made you a man again

and now you let tha fear put your ass in a place

complicated to escape

It's a fools fate

without your word

your a shell of a man

I lost respect for you nigga

we can never be friends

I know i'm runnin' through your head now

what could you do ?

If it was up to you

i'd be dead now

I let tha world know nigga you a coward

You could never be live

until you die

see tha mothafucken bitch in your eye

Type of Nigga, that let tha evil of tha money trap me

when ya see me nigga

ya better holla at me (holla at me)

can't let tha evil of tha money trap me

So when ya see me nigga

Ya better Holla at me

Chorus: 2Pac

(You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay)

So I gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me

so when ya see me nigga

ya better holla at me

(You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay)

Verse Two: 2Pac

courious

spittin' lyrics

on tha verge of furious

i'm addicted to currency

nigga that's why we're doin this

I got shot up, I surprised tha niggas tha way I got up

and then

I hit the studio

It's time to blow tha block up

No hesitation

this information got you contemplatin'

heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation

break him

and let him see tha face of a mental patient

it's a celebration

of my criminal elevation

with the participation

I want members across tha fifty states

to keep tha nation anticipatin' until we break

will I be great, is it my fate ?

to live tha life of luxury

some niggas bought my tapes

so much jelousy it scares me

so be prepared

cause only tha strong survive

life isn't fair (fair)

probably never knew tha way it feels to die

so you figure fuck with me

I give that ass a try

Nigga, Holla at me

Chorus

(You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay)

(Ohhhhhh....)

Verse Three: 2Pac

I shoulda saw tha signs

I was blinded

criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time

so many brothas framed in this dirty game

it's a shame

so much pressure on my brain

while she blame me

Secrets in tha dark

only her and I know

now i'm sitten' in tha state pen

doin time for slow

guess she made a bad decision

that got me livin'

just like an animal

i'm caged up in state prison

my niggas dissin'

cause

hell have no fury like a woman scorn

A cemetary full of mothafuckers got not knowin'

picture my prophecy

tha cops are attacking me, on top of me

i'm runnin' from tha coppers

but never let'em stop me

cause i'm a soulja

hell, ever since I was a little nigga havin' fantasies

of one day getting older

Niggas is paranoid

trust

a no no

love is a mystery

Fuck tha po po,

Holla at me.....

So when you see me nigga

you better holla at me....

Chorus

(You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay)

(Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row

They try to playa hate

but they can't fade us tho'

We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood

Yeah

with that funky sound (so funky)

we be throwin' down)

Chorus

(You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay)

(Ohhhhhhhh, heeeeyyy, ohhhhh nooo noooo noooooo)

Homeboyz

[2Pac]
Oh s**t, caught that ni**a alone
Ain't that a bi**h
Hey, uh, this one here is, uhh
for them ni**az that be Johnny Dangerous when they be f**kin fifty deep
But they be f**kin cowards when they by theyselves
You know who I'm talkin about
(You know who I'm talkin about) that's right
You ain't s**t without your homeboys
You ain't s**t without your homeboys
You ain't s**t without your homeboys

Now
Now everytime I see you cats is rollin in packs
For the life of me I cannot see why you don't know how to act
Love to clown when you deep, but when you on that solo creep
out on the streets you don't hear a peep
ni**a it's a god damn shame, somebody explain
why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man's game
Tear that a*s out the frame, completely get that a*s kicked
Woke up on the street but you'll be sleepin in the casket
How long will it last, ni**a don't ask, just be first to blast
Outlaw on the mash tryin to be the first to see some cash
My s**t's cla*sic, like my ni**a Nate
Go get the tape, we keep the nation anticipatin until we break
Money made me evil, court cases got me stressed
ni**az aimin at my head but I still wear my vest
I don't give a f**k motherf**kers I'm loc
They all duckin when my gun smoke
cause you ain't s**t without your homeboys
You probably run at the sound of funk
I give a f**k, you ni**az is punks
Without your homeboys, you be the first to reach in your trunk
You scary ni**az is punks, you ain't s**t without your homeboys
ni**a, punk a*s motherf**ker
You ain't s**t without your homeboys
Throw your hands up you little trick, coward motherf**ker

[Young Noble]
Like Yak said, how the f**k you gonna shoot me rocks
When you got the Outlaw 'Pac s**ttin ya box
You was lookin real weak walkin down the street
Now a ni**a thirty deep, oh you wanna beef
Talk cheap, shoot a ni**a the fair one
Your homies like f**k it, what's this you the only scared one
(faggot a*s) Damn son, close call I bet
Now down around the way you gets no respect
They like that Outlaw ni**a played you out
We could have took it to the firfth I would I have laid you out
ni**az be actin all different when they dogs come around
Watch em act like bi**hes when Outlawz draw down
They all clown, better yet they all stunned
You the type to have a gun and never blazed it once
Get y'all banana split, you ain't Emmanuel
Outlawz you'll never forget
Makaveli the Don get a call y'all
Turnin these streets into Vietnam
Where your homeboys, homeboy

[2Pac]
You ain't s**t without your homeboys
My thug ni**az, I love ni**az
From small time crooks to big-time drug dealers
My homeboys, the only thing a ni**a got left
I love my ni**az to death, we ain't s**t without our homeboys
.. You know what time it is
I ain't s**t without my homeboys
Hey, tell em the story how you came up ni**a

Now I was born alone, took my first joint and I got high alone
Now I'm an Outlaw ni**a, I never die alone
Me and my ni**az is so close, it's complicated
One ni**a smokin and drinkin, and yet we all faded
My ni**a Edi had a son we all happy
Cause now that little ridah got to deal with eight daddies
My ni**az cry, we all cry, and all ride
To rectify the problem, motherf**kers they all die
Been tryin to make a million, by hustlin since my adolescense
From crack dealin to rap villian, my new profession
Who wanna see me at eight deep, f**k 3D
You coward a*s motherf**kers'll never see me
Bustin with automatic straps, my raw raps like good crack
ni**az fiendin, I got em comin back
Until I die, they label me as a ridah
Forever, my ni**az be together

Ain't s**t without your homeboys
Thug ni**az I love ni**az
From small time crooks to big-time drug dealers
Without your homeboys, the only thing a ni**a got left
I love my ni**az to death
We ain't s**t without our homeboys
(without our homeboys)
Love my ni**az to death
We ain't s**t without our homeboys
Love you ni**az to death

House Of Pain

2pac:
The motha fuckin dust kicka, Who can you trust? Do you have the heart to see a nigga, before you bust, my name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes, bustin motha fuckas out tha box i aint even gone, now how the hell do you explain? my claim to fame, from doin fix to bustin tricks out the fuckin frame, got these bitches on my jock niggas on my block, jealous ass suckas got me lookin for my fuckin glock, and bustin niggas asses to stay alive, skinny ass playa watchin bigga motha fuckas fry, they ask me how I'm livin, iiii'm a hustla rockin bustas till they die, now its on in the ghetto u aint heard? niggas got they ak's, headin for the 'burbs, aimin at them skinhead bitches let it rain, givin them a big welcome to the house of pain

Chorus:
House of Pain, House of Pain, House of Pain, Welcome to the House of Pain (x2)

Scarface:
Yo im huntin down this nigga and he knows so hes stressin, he betta count his blessins and get ready for this lesson, this stretch bout ta teach em wen i reach em wit tha mack, n lay that ass down on his motha fuckin bak jack, slack is sumtin dat a nigga dont take, n mom ran ta church so ima see her head as fuckin weight, make way the nigga pay me tha otha day, im walkin wit my son n tha nigga has sumtin ta say, heey da nigga tried it diz way, got it twisted he shoulda watched americas most, im listed, for killin motha fuckas like him, so ima bring him to my house of pain n kill him wit a grin, flim flam god dam, im like a wonda 4 i choke em, n smoke em, ima smack him wit my fukin gut, son ya made ya last mistake and i dont kno ya name, but welcome ta tha house of pain

Chorus:
House of Pain, House of Pain, House of Pain, Welcome to the House of Pain (x2)

Notorious B.I.G:
Tha country bud got me chokin, im on tha mission to tha point that mutha fuckas think im smokin, yea that sick nigga biggie wit that 8 shot fifth, wit that extra clip for that extra shit, dontchu kno dat a killing is thrilling, all tha blood spilling, is all a parta drug dealing, a born gangsta my daddy was a thug, had a .38 wit tha hollow point slug, when he make shots, niggas drop, quicka, then a bootlegga sells his liqua, a little nigga tryna squeeze .22s in my rebok shoes, payin dues, while kids was on they ones n twos, but now im much olda, colda, fucka holsta, got tha mack11 swingin from my shoulda, its a damn shame, i gotta put my momma thru this strain, im livin in tha house of pain

Chorus:
House of Pain, House of Pain, House of Pain, Welcome to the House of Pain (x2)

How Do You Want It

[Featuring K-Ci, JoJo]

[KC and JoJo of Jodeci] 2X

How do you want it

How do you feel

Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game

Livin' in tha fast lane

i'm for real

(Tupac)

Love tha way you agrivate your hips

and push your ass out

gotta nigga wantin'

it's so bad

i'm about to pass out

wanna dig you

and I can't even lie about it

baby just eleviate your cloths

time to fly up out it

catch you at a club

oh shit, you got me fiendin'

body talken shit to me

but I can't comprehend the meaning

now if ya wanna roll with me

then here's ya chance

doin 80 on tha freeway

wait police, catch me if they can

forgive me i'm a ridah

still i'm just a simple man

all I want is money

fuck tha fame

i'm a simple man

Mr. International

Playa with tha passport

just like a ladder bitch

get you anything you ask for

it's either him or me

champagne, Hennessy

a favorite of my homies

when we floss on our enemies

witness as we creep to a low speed

peep what a ho need

puff some more weed

funk, ya don't need

approachin' hochies with a passion

been a long day

but i've been drivin' by attraction

in a strong way

your body is bangin'

baby I love it when ya flaunt it

time to give it to daddy nigga

now tell me how you want it...

[KC and JoJo] 2X

How do you want it

How does it feel

Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game

Livin' in tha fast lane

i'm for real

(Tupac)

Tell me is it cool to fuck ?

you think I come to talk

am I a fool or what ?

positions on tha floor

it's like erotic

ironic

cause i'm somewhat psychotic

i'm hitten' switches on bitches

like i been fixed with hydraulics

up and down like a roller coaster

come up beside ya

I ain't quitin' till tha show is over

cause i'm a ridah

in and out just like a robbery

i'll probably be a freak

and let you get ontop of me

get her rockin' these

nights full of Alazhay

a livin' legend

you ain't heard about these niggas played in cali days

Deloris Tucker

you's a muthafucker

instead of tryin' to help a nigga

you destroy a brotha

worst than tha others

Bill Clinton

Mr. Bob Dole

You too old to understand tha way tha game is told

your lame

so I gotta hit you with tha high facts

won't someone listen ?

makin' millions

niggas top that

they wanna censor me

they ratha see me in a cell

livin' in hell

with only a few of us to live to tell

now everybody talken about us

I could give a fuck

I'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss

Nigga tell me how you want it.....

[KC and JoJo] 2X

How do you want it

How do you feel

Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game

I'm livin' in tha fast lane

i'm for real

(Tupac)

Raised as a youth

tell truth

I got tha scoop on how to get a bulletproof

cause I jump on tha roof

before I was a teenager

mobile phone

Skypager

game rules

i'm livin' major

my advasaries

is lookin' worried

they paranoid of getten' buried

one of us gonna see tha cemetary

My only hope is survive

If I wish to stay alive

getten' high

see tha demons in my eyes

before I die

I wanna live my life and ball

make a couple million

and then i'm chillin'

fade'm all

these taxs for me crossed up

with people tryin' ta sue me

media is in my business

and they actin' like they know me

but i'ma mash out

peel out

i'm murder quick

that's with the whip'n fucken steel out

yeah nigga, it's some new shit

so better get up on it

When ya see me

tell a nigga how ya want it

How do you want it ?

[KC and JoJo] 8X

How do you want it

How does it feel

Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game

Livin' in tha fast lane

i'm for real

How Long Will They Mourn Me

[Featuring Nate Dogg]

How long will they mourn me

Yeah! This for my nigga Kato

It's still on nigga

Thug Life, Thugs for life

Ha Ha yeah, how long will they mourn me

Yeah nigga

2Pac in this muthafucka

(Tupac)

All my homies drinking liquor

Tears in everybody's eyes

Niggas cried to mourn a homies homicide

But I can't cry

instead I'm just a shoulder

Damn, why they take another soldier

I load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

I'll get them suckas back before your buried (shit)

Retaliate and pull a 187

do real niggas get to go to heaven ?

How long will they mourn me, bury me a muthafuckin 'G'

Bitch don't wanna die

then don't fuck with me

It's kinda hard to be optimistic

When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted

Y'all don't hear me doe, I'm trying hard to make amends

But I'm losing all my muthafuckin friends (damn)

They should've shot me when I was born

Now I'm trapped in the muthafuckin' storm

How long will they mourn me ?

(Chorus)

I wish it would have been another

How long will they mourn me

How long will they mourn my brother

(Got them niggas all dead and shit)

How long will they mourn me

I wish it would have been another

(Nate Dogg)

How long will they mourn me

How long will they mourn my brother

(Gotta keep this shit goin' on, Yo Syke)

(Syke)

How long will they mourn me

Every muthafuckin' day homie

You stayed down when tha other niggas didn't know me

From my heart to the trigga you my fuckin' nigga

And things won't be the same without ya nigga

I remember kickin' back, you wanted to lack

And goin' half on a muthafuckin' hundred sack

Smokin' blunt after blunt and steady drinkin'

Hung around so much, you knew what I was thinkin'

Tell me Lord, why you take big Kato ?

So confused not knowing which way to go

I'm goin crazy and runnin' out of fuckin' time

I can't take it, I'm losin' my fuckin' mind

So day after day

ride after ride

We'll hook up on the other side

Watch over your family and your newborn

Till we meet again homie

How long will they mourn me ?

(Chorus)

I wish it would have been another

(Yo Kato)

How long will they mourn me

(It's still on nigga)

How long will they mourn my brother

How long will they mourn me

I wish it would have been another

(Yeah)

How long will they mourn me

How long will they mourn my brother

(Rated R, Double Jeopardy, Mack 10)

(Rated R)

Damn a nigga tired of feeling sad

I'm tired of putting in work

I'm tired of cryin while watching my homies leave the earth

I know soon one day I'll be in the dirt

And my peoples'll be mournin'

When they get a call from the coroner

All niggas can say is that's fucked up

And get tossed up

Reminiscing how we grew up (my nigga)

Rest and love to my nigga Kato

See you in the crossroads real soon

For now let me pour out some brew

I'll be always thinkin' of ya homie

Rest in peace

How long will they mourn me ?

()

Ya know life's a fuckin' trip

And everybody gotta go

But why the fuck it have to be my nigga Kato

Another nigga fell victim to the chrome

It's enough to make you crazy

It's fuckin' with my dome

Ya only live once on this earth

A nigga had it bad, since the day of my mutahfuckin' birth

But niggas say they down and they always be my homie

But when a nigga gone

How long will ya mourn me ?

(Chorus)

Yeah!

I wish it would have been another

(Mack 10 in this muthafucka)

Yeah, how long will ya mourn me

How long will ya mourn my bother

(Thug Life boy, Nate blowin' that shit,

Nate Dogg do that shit nigga)

I wish it would have been another

Yeah! How long will ya mourn me

How long will ya mourn my brother

(This for my nigga Kato and all his kids)

How long will ya mourn me

I wish it would have been another

How long will ya mourn my brother

I Ain't Mad At Cha

[Featuring Danny Boy]

Change, shit

I guess change is good for any of us

Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood

Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha

Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy

Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while

I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean?

Cause I ain't mad at cha

Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust

[Danny Boy] I ain't...

Givin a motherfucker, heheheheheh

Yeah, niggaz

[Danny Boy] ...mad at cha

Cause I ain't mad at cha

Verse One: 2Pac

Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

You was just a little smaller but you still roller

Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn

On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm

Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed

Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail

I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

When I talk about money all you see is the struggle

When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble

Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know

She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB

on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on

Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it

Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

cause I ain't mad at cha

(Hmm, I ain't mad at cha)

Chorus: Danny Boy

I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)

I ain't, mad, at cha

Verse Two: 2Pac

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state

I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes

Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived

Don't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs

in my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"

As soon as I touch down

I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at cha

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha

Chorus: Danny Boy

I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)

I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at

cha)

Verse Three: 2Pac

Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin now

Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down

He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock

Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block

He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key

Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury

See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made

Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days

So full of pain while the weapons blaze

Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days

Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze

You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days

So many changed on me, so many tried to plot

That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?

Til God return me to my essence

Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent

So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down

I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?

They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha

You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha

Chorus: Danny Boy

I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha)

Iiiiiiiii ain't mad (2Pac: hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha

I ain't, mad at mha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha)

I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)

I ain't, mad at cha, noooo

I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh

I Get Around

Oh, Yeah...

I Get Around...

Still clownin' with the Underground

where we come around

Stronger than ever...

Back to get freck,

All respect to those who break their neck

To keep their hos in check

'Cuz, oh, they sweat up brother majorly

And I don't know why your girl keeps paging me.

She tell me that she needs me

Cries when she leaves me

And every time she sees me she squeez me.

Lady take it easy...

Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me,

I don't want it if it's that easy.

And yo bus' it, baby got a problem saying bye bye

Just another hazard of a fly guy.

You ask why... don't matter

My pockets got fatter,

now everybody's looking for the ladder.

And ain't no need in be greedy,

If you wanna see me

try a beeper number baby when you need me.

And I'll be there in a jiffy..

Don't be picky. Just be happy with this quicky...

But when you learn, you can't tie me down

Baby doll... check it out...

I get around..

(Round and round)

The Underground just don't stop for hos

I get around.

Hey yo Shock, let them hos know...

Now you can tell from my everday fits, I ain't rich

So cease and desist with them tricks (Tricks)

I'm just another black man caught up in the mix (Mix)

Trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents.

(A dime and a nickel)

Just 'cuz I'm a freak

don't mean that we could hit the sheets

Baby, I can see that you don't recognize me.

I'm Shock-G, the one who put the satin on your panties

Never knew a hooker that could sham me.

I get around.

What's up love, how you doin'? (All right)

Well I've been hangin' sangin, tryin' to do my thang

Oh, you heard that I was bangin'

Your home girl you went to school with

That's cool, but did she tell you about her sister

and your cousin thought I wasn't

See, weekends were made for Michelob

But it's a Monday, my day,

So just let me hit it, yo

And don't mistake mistake me for a clown

We can keep in the down low long as you know

That I get around.

(Round and round)

2Pac in the town don't stop for ho's

I get around.

Why ain call you (hahaha.. please)

Fingertips on the hip says I tip

Gotta get a tight grip, don't slip

Loose lips, sank ships, it's a trip,

I love the way she licks her lips

See me jockin',

put a little twist in her hips

'cuz I'm watchin'

Conversations on the phone

'til the break of dawn,

Now we all alone, why the lights on?

Turn 'em off, time to set it off

Get you wet 'n' soft,

Something's on your mind, let it off.

You don't know me,

You just met me,

You won't let me,

Well if I couldn't have it, (silly rabbit)

Why you sweat me?

It's a lot of real G's doin' time

'Cuz a groupy bit the trooper told a lie.

You picked the wrong guy,

baby if you're too fly

You need to hit the dough,

search for a new guy.

'Cuz I only got one night in town,

Break down and be clown,

Baby doll and you down,

I get around

(Round and round)

I Get Around (Remix)

[Featuring Shock G]

[2PAC]

Back to get wrecked

All respect to those who break they neck to keep they hoes in check

Cause, oh, they sweat a brother majorly

And I dont know why, your girl keeps pagin me

To tell me that she needs me, cries when she leaves me

And every time she sees me, she squeeze me, lady, take it easy

Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me

I dont want it if its that easy

Hey, yo, bust it, baby got a problem sayin bye-bye

Just another hazard of a fly guy

You ask why, dont matter, my pockets got fatter

Now everybodys lookin for the, ladder

And aint no need in bein greedy, you wanna see me

Dial that beeper number, baby, when you need me

And Ill be there in a, jiffy

Dont be picky, just be happy with this, quickie

When will you learn, you cant tie me down

Baby doll, check it out, I Get Around

Chorus:

I Get Around

2Pacalypse Now dont stop for hoes

I Get Around

[2PAC]

--Why aint I call you, please--

Fingertips on the hips as I tip, gotta get a tight grip

Dont slip, loose lips sank ships

Its a trip, I love it when she licks her lips, see me jockin

Put a little twist in her hips, cause Im watchin

Conversations on the phone till the break of dawn

Now we all alone, why the lights on?

Turn em off, time to set it off, get you wet and soft

Somethins on your mind, let it off

You dont know me, you just met me, you wont let me

Well if I couldnt have it, silly rabbit, why you sweat me?

Its a lot a real Gs doin time

Cause a groupie bit the truth and told a lie

You picked the wrong guy, baby if your too fly

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

Cause I only got one night in town, break out, or be clowned

Baby doll, are you down? I Get Around

Chorus:

I Get Around

The Underground just dont stop for hoes

I Get Around

Still down with the Underground

I Get Around

--Hey, yo Shock, let them hoes know--

[Shock G]

Now you can see from my everyday fits, I aint rich

So cease and assist with them tricks

Im just another black man, caught up in the mix

Tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents

Just cause Im a freak, dont mean that we could hit the sheets

Baby, I can see, that you dont recognize me

Im Shock G, the one who put the satin on your panties

Never knew a hooker that could share me

I Get Around

[2PAC]

Round and round, the town we go

But the Underground just dont stop for hoes

What do you know, another young bro makin dough

But the po-po wont let me go

Tryin to do my show, but other young bros wanna throw

Time to hit the door, grab a hoe

Dont forget my dough, and if the promo say no

Let him meet my 4-4, Im from the O

And yo, I Get Around

[Chorus]

I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto

Chorus: I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X)

I was raised, the little young nigga doin bad shit

Talk much shit cause I never had shit

I could remember being whupped in class

And if I didn't pass mama whupped my ass

Was it my fault papa didn't plan it out

Broke out left me to be the man of the house

I couldn't take it, had to make a profit

Down the block, got a glock, and I clock grip

Makin G's was my mission

Movin enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

why must I sock a fella, just to live large like Rockefeller

First you didn't give a fuck, but you're learnin now

If you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down

God damn it's a motherfuckin riot

Black people only hate police so don't try it

If you're not from the town then don't pass through

Cause some O.G. fools might blast you

It ain't right but it's long overdue

We can't have peace til the niggaz get a piece too

I want G's so you label me a criminal

And if I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto

Chorus

Verse Two: 2Pac

Here on Earth, tell me what's a blick life worth

A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts

And even when you take the shit

Move counties get a lawyer you can shake the shit

Ask Rodney, LaTasha, and many more

It's been goin on for years, there's plenty more

When they ask me, when will the violence cease?

When your troops stop shootin niggaz down in the street

Niggaz had enough time to make a difference

Bear witness, own our own business

Word to God cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet

First we couldn't afford shit now everything's free

so we loot, please don't shoot when you see

I'm takin from the, cause for years they would take it from me

Now the tables have turned around

You didn't listen, until the niggaz burne dit down

And now Bush can't stop the hit

Predicted the shit, in 2Pacalypse

And for once I was down with niggaz, felt good

in the hood bein around the niggaz, yeah

And for the first time everybody let go

And the streets is death row, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto

Chorus

Verse Three: 2Pac

I see no changes, all I see is racist faces

Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races

We under I wonder what it take to make this

one better place, let's erase the wait state

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

Cause both black and white are smokin crack tonight

And only time we deal is when we kill each other

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

And though it seems heaven-sent

We ain't ready, to have a black President, huh

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

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

I wake up in the morning and I ask myself

Is life worth living should I blast myself

I'm tired of being poor and even worse I'm black

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

Cops give a damn about a ne-gro

Pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero

Mo' nigga mo' nigga mo' niggaz

I'd rather be dead than a po' nigga

Let the Lord judge the criminals

If I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto

Chorus (to :27 from fade)

Just think, if niggaz decide to retaliate

(Soldier in the house)

I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X to fade)

I'm Gettin Money

Get money nigga. Yeah aw yeah.

Dedicate this one to all the hustlers

that get up every muthafuckin' morning

and put they work down.

I see you I see you boy.

Verse 1

I'm up before sunrise first to hit the block

li'l bad muthafucka with a pocket full of rocks

Learned to throw them thangs

get my skinny li'l ass kicked

Niggas laughed 'til the first muthafucka got blasted

I put the nigga in his casket

and now they covering the basket with plastic

I smoke blunts on the regular fuck peelin' caps

tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce

Gettin' chased by the five O fuck them hoes

Gotta 45 screamin' out survival

Hey nigga can I lay low

cook some ya-yo and holla five O when I say so

Don't wanna go to the pen

I'm hittin' fences

cops on a nigga back missin' me by inches

And they say how do you survive

weighing 155 in the city where the little niggas die

Tell mama don't cry cause even if they kill me

they can never take the life of a real G

Chorus

I'm gettin' money (4x)

Verse 2

Still on parole and I'm the first nigga

servin' postin' liquor on the curb

for my homies that deserve it

If I wanna make a million

gotta stay ill and kinda cool around the way

I think today I make a killing

Dressed down like I'm dirty

but only on the block just a clever disguise

to keep ya runnin' from the cops

Gettin' high I think I die if I don't get no ends

In a bucket but I'm ridin' it like it's a Benz

I hit the strip I let my music buck

drinking liquor and I'm looking for a bitch to fuck

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

As I slang another ounce I wish it was a kilo

I need money in a major way

try to fuck my girl she gettin' paid today

I live Thug Life and let the money come to me

cause they can never take the game from a young G.

Chorus

Verse 3

Damned if I don't and damned if a nigga do

now watch a young muthafucka pull a trigger too

Craaze out and don't let them see ya cry

dry ya eyes young nigga time to Do or Die

I pack a pistol in my pocket

ready on my Glock

ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit

I done seen a muthafucka peep pain

at point blank range cause he slept on the game

ain't a damn thing changed

They checking the time

snap rolling if you can't stand playin' betta hoe

Cause ain't no telling what ya might roll

you might fold catch AIDS from a slight cold

You better live ya life to the fullest

Be quick to kill a bull got a pistol

muthafucka better pull it

And even if they kill me they can never take the life of a young G.

Chorus 'til end

I'm Losin It

[Featuring Big Syke, Spice 1]

Straight out the motherfucking bay

Here we go

[2Pac]

Lord help me, save me, Mama keep praying

For a young motherfucker trying to duck an early grave

In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes

Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies

Around the corner there's another nigga waiting to jack

He don't know I got a glock 'til his ass get shot

Like a motherfucking thug disease

Craving beats like they motherfucking drugs to me, hey

What's up with bitches trying to screw me? Do me cause I did a movie

Throw the pussy to me but before they never knew me

Rather die then let ya play me for a, buster

And with my glock I'm a plotting ass rotten motherfucker, huh

Don't let the movie fool ya, let me school ya

Screaming Thug Life nigga when I do ya

I'm going crazy, getting dizzy

And then I suffacate a motherfucking breather bring me back

I'm telling ya I'm losing it

[Chorus]

Said I'm losing my mind

Losing my mind

[ X4 ]

[Big Syke]

I'm going crazy, niggas can't fade me

On the real I kill when I step to ya fucking grill

So let me kick it let me flip it let me get wicked

I'm not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets

I hang with G's flipping keys and smoking weed

I get the cash and dash and never learn to read

So fuck a bitch fuck a hoe and I let ya know

Because they come and go like the wind blows

What am I giving how I'm living what I'm giving up

You can take my life and I don't give a fuck

Cause I'm the trouble most coming from the west coast

Where the niggas is banging 'til the overdose

Killers and murderers, psychos and lunatics

Nobody knows what makes my mind click

Is it the demons, screaming inside of me?

Hell no it's just the Thug Life mentallity

I'm going crazy shit don't phase me

I'm living like a thug 'til six niggas carry me

Death is on the trigga so pull it

I can't take it no more, nigga, I'm losing it

[Chorus]

[Spice 1]

Shit was talking to me, my gat screamed fire

The bullet told me shoot that motherfucker he's a lier

I talked to me 3-80 like a bitch on a stroll

When my niggas try to ????

Nigga, I can't get fucked in this game I'm a psychopath

My AK told me to shove him up some niggas ass

I'm having long conversations with Mr. Millometer

He's one of my best friends bitch ass nigga eater

And Miss Mossburg love it in the back trunk

You know that old school bitch she like to get it funked

And spitting motherfuckers by the seems

My grand daddy Mr. AR-15

By the evil motherfucker

Talked me into taking over a dope turf and shooting cluckers

Said he was my only family

Shoot straight, and please don't jam me

Got in a fight at the club my gat started talking

Told me to shut the fuck up and let him do the talking

I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang

I'm going nuts man

Shit was talking to me

[Chorus] to fade

If I Die 2Nite

A coward dies a thousand deaths

A soldier dies but once

Verse One:

They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols

Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you

Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas

Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's

My enemies scatter in suicidal situations

Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin

Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches

Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches

Bitches is bad-mouth, cause ballin motherfuckers is bold

But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed

I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me

Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me

Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me

I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps

I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock

Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight

Chorus:

If I die tonight (repeat 3X)

"Tonight's the night I get in some shit" - Dr. Dre

Verse Two:

Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the punk

When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done

Callin the coroner come collect the fuckin corpse

He got it by killin we got the power bein boss

Revenge is the method we're never steppin keep a weapon close

Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes

Jealous niggaz and broke bitches equal packed jails

Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales

Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion

Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted

Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse

Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force

In my brain all I can think about is fame

The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed

I'm seein silly teary photos of my peers

Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight

Chorus

Verse Three:

Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols

Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you

Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky

And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die

I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug niggaz

A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers

Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa

Overdose of a dick, while drinkin liquor when I lay her

Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame

Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain

Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?

Don't shed a tear for me nigga I ain't happy hear

I hope they bury me and send me to my rest

Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath

Take a look picture a crook on his last stand

Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonight

Chorus

If You Play Your Cards Right

[2Pac]

Another shady mission, had enough of shady tricks,
you so suspicious, like watchin' pictures and haze vision...
tonight is love makin', take you any place you wish,
today we satisfied, and tradin' slowly kisses...
blind insanity, perfect pictures of me and my family,
not understanding the destiny, had a plan for me...
if I have kids, will I live to see 'em grow?..
tho' I don't know, I live the life of a Thug nigga until the day I go...
broken promises, a secret bound broken
I know I'll die alone, but yet and still I'm hopin'...
visions of prisons, maybe I'll be forgiven,
I know it's better in heaven cause being here ain't livin'...
close my eyes and see nothing but pain, the worlds crazy,
still look for a queen to plant seeds and have babies...
maybe I'll be the one, or just maybe I'm lost,
you'll never know, being cautious, and play yo cards right...

[Chours] K-Ci and Jo-Jo

[Syke]

I'm always in the mix,
life is full of tricks...
I guess, tryin' my best,
nothing less, before I lay to rest...
my quest and future I'm mold like a new born baby,
intense and seldom to the world I'm so crazy...
my daddy raised me to be a man, do the best I can,
he said you won't succeed in life without a plan...
it's hard to take my people trade me,
with Indian hate, can't wait better change before it's too late...

[Mopreme]

They got me at the bottom of a deck, searching for my Ace,
I can't take too many jams, ain't much lovin' no place...
full of torman and soul, and it's written all in my face,
hollow inside, a crooked smile is the only trace...
a mission slightly incomplete,
misconceptions of success and defeat,
I rome these dark streets alone...
searching for yo homie, smokin' til I'm gone,
when I need someone to kind of lay my praries on...

[Chours] K-Ci and Jo-Jo

[Edi Ameng]

December 30 in nineteen-ninety feen yeah,
my reincarnation steps in, born into a world that don't love itself,
but the love is wealth...
my little nigga listen closely, if you don't remember nothing else,
just remember that life ain't nothing but a game,
a gamble, and how you play yo hand will sho' explain,
for what's ever...
in times you gone journ into a crossroad, get lost tho',
keep on buryin' and let 'em see you up in floss mode...

[Khadafi]

Mysteriously it seems,
thru my deepest thoughts and dreams,
it's all wrong, Pac do wrong gone...
and now 18, I'm stranded on my own abandon here in a zone,
protect my throne...
pow like a king, Al Capone style...
lay no tracks on this rhyme, coked up, with Craig Ogenwind,
livin' life as a Don, Guess Cortex; Louie Vaton...
with my future behind me, livin' with these snakes,
sent here to blind me, one day I know my futures gonna find me,
am I crying?...

[Chours] K-Ci and Jo-Jo