2 Pac

Playa Cardz Right (Female)

(Verse One: Tupac)

What's up boo
Ha ha ha ha
Yeah
Another shady mission
Tricks
Like watching pictures in hazy vision
Tonight is love making
Take you any place you wish
Today we satisfy
Yesterday was stolen kisses
Blind insanity perfect pictures of me and my family
Not understanding the destiny, that they planned for me
If I have kids will I live to see em grow?
Though I don't know, I live the life of a thug nigga until the day I go
More broken promises, a sacred bond broken
I know I'll die alone, but yet and still I'm hoping
Visions of prisons, maybe I'll be forgiven
I know its better in heaven cause being here ain't living
Close my eyes and see nothing but pain the world's 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
If you play your cards right

(Chorus x2: Keyisha Cole)

Baby
I want to be the one who, who you can depend on who
Who'll be the one who'll be there (Be the one who'll be there)
Oh baby
Down by the water we will, be there till the morning
We won't, leave until the night and we will, be forever more
No one else can do
What you do, for me
Take me away from the pain, I feel, inside (I feel inside)
And it's gonna be oh, were gonna be okay
If we try, and take our time
Please baby, take your time
And we'll grow, trust I know

(Tupac talking)

You gotta play your cards right
Can't be rushing like it's a race you know what I'm saying?
If you be patient, and you take your time
And you finesse it
Nine times out of ten homeboy your gonna wake up with your breakfast in bed
But if you rush
Then you'll just be man handling
Ha ha
Play your cards right nigga
Take your time
Be patient
It's better that way
Ha ha
Play your cards right

(Chorus)

Take your time man
Don't be in such a rush
Ha ha
You got to be patient man, be patient
Ha ha ha ha
It ain't going nowhere boy
Ha ha
Get some champagne
Bring some roses or something you know?
Play some soft shit
You got to be cool with it
You got to be slow with it
Got to be patient
You got to play your cards right homeboy
You can't be rushing like it's a race you know what I'm saying?
If you be patient and you take your time
And you finesse it

Playa Cardz Right (Male)

(Tupac talking)

It's going out to all the females
That have to beat them motherfucker's in the head to get off of them (ha ha)

(Verse One: Tupac)

Another shady mission
Tricks
Like watching pictures in hazy vision
Tonight is love making
Take you any place you wish
Today we satisfy
Yesterday was stolen kisses
Blind insanity perfect pictures of me and my family
Not understanding the destiny, that they planned for me
If I have kids will I live to see 'em grow?
Though I don't know, I live the life of a thug nigga until the day I go
More broken promises, a sacred bond broken
I know I'll die alone, but yet and still I'm hoping
Visions of prisons, maybe I'll be forgiven
I know its better in heaven cause being here ain't living
Close my eyes and see nothing but pain the world's 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
If you play your cards right.

(Chorus x2: Keon Bryce)

Play your cards right baby
(Ha ha)
(Play your cards right)
Play your cards right girl
(Take your time)
Take your time baby
(Be patient)
Just be patient babe
(Don't rush)
Don't you rush it girl
(You ain't got to do that baby)

(Verse Two: Ludacris)

It's not the hand that your dealt but how your playing your cards
You got a brother feeling mellow like a Cuban cigar
Your truly a star, we'll take the days one at a time
I think we make the perfect pair because you my one of a kind
I say we make a full house, live out the family dreams
No Joker's no Jack's just Kings and Queens
We should leave the clubs alone and take trips to Islands
Give you all of my heart and flood your hand with diamonds
No more living like a player, stop chasing the hoes
I'll never put you in the shuffle use my Ace in the holes
I live a life full of riches we got places to go
So no bluffing no rushing just taking it slow
Let your man do the hustling while you lay in the shade
I'll throw a deuce to the haters call the spade of spades
And let you know I'll never hurt you
Baby girl you make me hurry up and wait
And I know patients is a virtue
Ha ha
Play your cards right baby
(Tell 'em man)
You just might get this

Play your cards right baby
(Ha ha)
(Play your cards right)
Play your cards right girl
(Take your time)
Take your time baby
(Be patient)
Just be patient babe
(Don't rush)
Don't you rush it girl
Your the one
The only one
My only symphony
Baby I'm hoping that
You'll understand
And that you do believe
?? special times your on my mind
Just hoping that you see
Baby that the thug in me
Is loving you
And this is meant to be
God I'll never leave you
Baby your the one
The only one
My only symphony
Baby I'm hoping that
You'll understand
And that you do believe
?? special times your on my mind
Just hoping that you see
Baby that the thug in me
Is loving you
And this is meant to be
God I'll never leave you
Play your cards right baby
Play your cards right girl
(Play your cards right)
Take your time baby
(Play your cards right)
Just be patient babe
(Take your time)
Don't you rush it girl
Rush it girl
(Ha ha ha)
(Be patient)
Play your cards right baby
Play your cards right girl
(Play your cards right)
Take your time baby
(Play your cards right)
Just be patient babe

(Tupac and Ludacris talking)

I know how it is sometimes
(You know?)
?? be having a one track mind
straight up stone cold thugging
(It's ok we don't know, no better see)
Gotta slow down homie
(We learnt that)
Play your cards right
(Yeah, ha ha)
Especially a nigga like Kastro
Kastro is a straight guerrilla pimp
(My homeboy I-20's just like that)
And, uh, Yaki Kadafi straight guerrilla pimp
Just be taking it
(Play your cards right baby)
?? guerrilla pimp's
(That J.O for you)
EDI Amin that nigga slowed down now
(Please slow down)
He use to be a super guerrilla pimp
(Disturbing The Peace baby, ha ha, we can take it slow sometimes)
Yeah, yeah
(Woooo)
(Play your cards right)
Play your cards right
(Play your cards right girl)

Po Nigga Blues

ft. Ron Isley

[Chorus: 2Pac & Ron isley]

[Hey!.. Why'd you slang crack? cuz i had to.. 3x
A nigga got to pay the fuckin' rent]

[2Pac with Ron isley on background]

I got to work with what you gave me
Claiming' I'm a criminal and you the one that made me
They got me trapped in this slavery
now I'm lost in this Holocaust headed for my grave G
I told Sam he could fuck the war
and got a busted jaw for sayin' fuck the law
and if you wonder why I'm mad check the record
What's a nigga got to do to get respected?
Sometimes I think I'm gettin' tested
And if I don't say yes a nigga's quick to get arrested
That's the reason I stay zested
I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin' restless
Walk around ready to light shit up
And since my life is fucked, some say I'm slightly nuts
Buck, buck is the sound as I move up
Other niggas pay attention when I'm fool, bust
They make a nigga be a killer I used to be a dealer
But they wanted to see who's realer [ voice ron Isley ]
Now them same mothafuckas wanna murder me
And I wonder If the Lord ever heard of me (uh)
I need loot so I'm doin' what I do
And don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes
There was no other destiny to choose
I had nothin' left to lose so I'm singin' nigga blues

[Chorus: 2Pac & Ron isley]

Why'd you slang crack? cuz i had to.. 3x
A nigga got to pay the fuckin' rent

[2pac with Ron isley on background]

Poppa need brand new shoes
but what the fuck can a nigga do
My little boy got to eat too
So why must I sock a fella
Just to live large like Rockafella?
And did you ever stop to think
I'm old enough to go to war
But I ain't old enough to drink
Cops want to hit me with the book
And you're hooked on my eye don't give a fuck look
Make your rules I'm a break 'em
No matter how much you make 'em
You show me bacon I'm a take 'em
So don't you ever tempt me
I'm a fool for mine nigga and my pockets stay empty
to my brothers In the barrio
You livin' worse than the niggas In the ghetto so
I give a fuck about your language or complexion
You got love from the niggas in my section
Got love, you got problems with the punk police
Don't run from the chumps get the pump from me
We ain't free I'll be damned if I played a trick
For a blonde hair blue-eyed Caucasian bitch (Bitch!)
Down with my homeboy Rich
Fuck a snitch and a groupie ass bitch
And the nigga with a cellular phone
Leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone (That ain't right)
And you wonder why we blazin' niggas
Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the niggas (What's up kid)
And they bound to be fuckups too
Drinkin' forties of brew singin' nigga blues

[Chorus: 2Pac & Ron isley]

Why'd you slang crack? cuz i had to.. 3x
Now i'm heading for the mothafockin pen
Why'd you slang crack? cuz i had to.. 3x
Now i'm heading for the mothafockin pen
Why'd you slang crack? cuz i had to.. 3x
Now i'm heading for the mothafockin pen

[Ron isley on background ]..

Pour Out A Little Liquor

(Tupac)

Yah, Pour out a little liqour for ya homie nigga

This one here go out ot my nigga Mike Coolage

Light up fat one for this one

How you come up man?

Started young kickin dust and

livin' rough you watch you mouth around my mama

you couldn't cuss maaannn

I had a down ass homie thou

We ran the streets on the scene at the age of fourteen

I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five

We drinkin' forties, real shorties livin' all the lies

You couldn't stop us

who cares ?

i got my glock

FUCK the coppers

Hangin on the block

slangin' rocks and makin' propers

I couldn't Fuck with the schhhoooollll life

I was a fool

I'll play that mutha fucka for a toooollll man

Tonight will be the night that's what we figurin'

Hustlin in the rain felt no pain cuz we drinkin'

Playin' them hoes like munure

First let my nigga fuck then i fuck

that's how we do it (Ha ha ha)

It's two niggas comin up out da hood

livin lfe just as good as we could

Since a bitch can't be trusted

Hoes snitch to the police

Now my niggas busted

Cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail

tryin' to get a muthafucka to tell

and couldn't nobody diss my nigga

damn I miss my nigga

Pour out a little liqour

This goes out to all you so called G's

pour out a little liquor for real muthafuckin partners

Don't let the drink get like that y'all, Huh.

Pour out a little liqour

Pour out a little liqour

What's that you drinkin on ?

Drinkin' on Gin

smokin' on blunts and it's on

reminicin' about my niggas

that's dead n' gone

Now they burried

sometimes my eyes still get blurry

cuz I'm losin all my homies and I worry

I got my back against a brick wall

Trapped in a circle

boxin' with them suckas

'till my knuckles turn purple

Mama told me, 'son they'll be days like this'

Don't wanna think so

I hit the drink n' stay blitz

We had plans of being big time G's

Rolling in marked cars movin' them keys

Now I roll down the window

blaze up some endo

And get towed down for my niggas in the penn yo

Your son's gettin' big and strong

and i'd love'm like one of my own

Till you come homie

the years sure fly away the quickness

you doin' the time

And i'll keep handle your business

That's the way it's supposed to be

Homie

If it was me

you'd do the shit for me

Homie

I can remember

scrapin' back to back

Throwin' dogs on them suckas

while runnin' up on this young hog

I hope these words paint a perfect picture

let ya know how much ya

nigga miss ya

Pour out some little liqour

look at ya

drinkin got you and ya

don't even give respect to your partners

Pour out some little liqour nigga

it ain't like that tip that shit over

Pour out a little liqour

Pour out a little liqour...

....Oakland still in the mutha fuckin house my nigga Richie Rich....

Pour out a little liqour

R U Still Down (Remember Me)

R U Still Down (repeat 3X)

Verse One: 2Pac

Now up and at em it's on, I was raised to be strong

And Mama told me be a Thug since the day I was born

I came up, out the gutter never changed my style

Got for real about my papers, cause the game was wild

And the fame was a plot to try to change me

And what's strange is nobody knew my name 'fore it came

Now the whole world is calling me a, killer

All I ever did, was try to reach the kids with the real

All the time I was ballin, never heard my friends callin

Couldn't stop myself from fallin, I'm all in

Shit's gettin sleazy, believe me

Best to take what ya need, but don't be greedy

Cause in my mind, I see sunshine, I thought

I didn't have to run, now I'm duckin from the gun yellin, 'One-Time'

Take your time to feel my record, and if you did

chill a second, my blind method, will still wreck it

My young homies stay strong

I wonder if they'll listen to a nigga when he gone, R U Still Down?

Chorus: 2Pac

Raise em up... R U Still Down?

(repeat 5X)

Verse Two: 2Pac

I'm gettin high, so a nigga think he touch the sky

Turn tough inside, in the rush to die

Livin life as a Thug time to face the truth

What's goin on with the wasted youth, please God

come and save me (save me), had to work with what ya gave me

And got a nigga goin crazy

I can't read the signs, I'm blind, but a nigga know

he need his nine, cause times, they ain't what they used to be

Ain't a penitentiary built big enough for me

and my niggaz on the streets, man listen

Cause these ain't the old days

Ain't no way I'ma bustin my ass and gettin no pay

It seems I can't find my focus, and homey I ain't paranoid

I seen the future and it's hopeless

Lord knows, its hard on a young scrub

It seems I had less problems when I slung drugs

But since I'm tryin lace niggaz with the game

wanna see me locked in chains, tryin to dirty up my name

And them same motherfuckers that was callin me

Will be the first to turn their backs, when I'm fallin, see

I should have seen it from the jump, but now it's clear

This one nigga got the town in fear, but R U Still Down

Chorus

Verse Three: 2Pac

I wrote this for my critics and my, enemies

Last year ya used to love me, huh REMEMBER ME

Now ya hate me with a passion, tryin to get me stuck in the mix

I'm stayin sharp, got no time for them tricks

And now they wonder if I'm goin to jail

Just as well, cause my life on the streets - a living Hell

And I can't sleep, they got my phone tapped, and mercy Lord

Come get me 'fore they hurt me

Ran outta tears, and through the years couldn't change me

My daddy left me alone, and so I'm angry

I never did nothin wrong, my mama told me, "Baby it's on"

And now I'm hustlin and bustlin bones

Never said it came easy, I'm makin cheese

Buyin all the things on TV, and gettin skeezed

Wish my homeboys could see me now

Little bad motherfucker runnin wild through the town

Please tell me, R U Still Down?

R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me (repeat 2X)

R U Still Down, to raise em up?

R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me (repeat 3X)

R U Still Down, to raise em up?

R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me (repeat 3X)

R U Still Down, to raise em up?

That's right y'all, give them bitches the motherfuckin middle finger

RAISSSSE em up

These hoes can't fade me, don't these bitches know we crazy?

Thug Life, niggaz, be, the sickest

You feel me? Now get that shit written down

God damn!

Took four years and a motherfuckin case for these motherfuckers to

feel me

Ain't that a bitch?

R U Still motherfucking down?

Old hoe ass fake ass niggaz

We out this motherfucker

R U Still Down?

Chorus
girl it's alright now
cause it's there in your eyes
yeah I can see that you want me
by the way that you smile
are you still down for me

jon b.

left once again at home
another noght on your own
ain't no fun in loving
if you're loving alone
how does it feel to be useless
oh no can you recall how
close we use to be then
can you still remember those feelings again
seems like everytime I see you
there's a tear in your eye
time to make some decisions
or go dying inside

Tupac

Tell'em all call me a fool
but I'm stuck in this love thang
plus I'm overheatin' from the rush
our tongues touch
kissin feelin fireworks
watch the sky
I make you smile
but you'd rather have
what makes you cry
say goodbye and leave now
with my heart on my sleeve
memories what I found is you
still care (still care) you had feelings
and they're still there baby
girl keep it real here
are you still down

Chorus
girl it's alright now
cause it's there in your eyes
yeah I can see that you want me
by the way that you smile
are you still down for me (repeat)

Jon b.

remember that evening
I knew that you were too scared
to go all the way
but you did it to please me
crying it was raining
when you gave

Ratha Be Ya Nigga

[Featuring Richie Rich]

Intro: Richie Rich, 2Pac

[RR] Pac

[PAC] Hey

[RR] What's happenin

[PAC] Not motherfuckin double R, Richie Rich

[RR] What's happenin baby, you know how we do it

[PAC] Yeah nigga, you know I'm up out this bitch

It's time for me to uhhh regulate

[RR] Fo' sho', hey

[PAC] Observe

[RR] and you ain't goin back

[PAC] Nah nah nah, we got to show these motherfuckers whassup though

[RR] This is for the honeys, the super ?

[PAC] I don't want to be her man, I want to be her nigga

You feel me?

[RR] Well let em know

Verse One: 2Pac, Richie Rich

You fuckin wit niggaz that's insecure, watered down, my shit is pure

Write down my number but don't call me til you sure

I ain't beggin just tryin to relocate between ya legs

Drippin wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex

When you met me you wouldn't let me, and now

you straight beggin to sex me got you undressin to test me and uhh..

Shut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live

When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye

You want a nigga, but think that you can't have a nigga

Don't cheat yourself, instead treat yourself

If you scared go to church, I know it hurts

To find out me and your man be sharin skirts

I hopin you don't take this the wrong way

But your body is bangin got me attracted in a strong way

After a long day of tryin to make my songs pay

Makin love all day against the wall in the hallway

Ya fantasies come alive, ya heart rate

shall increase when we meet up in this dark place

You might think you're happy with him

but that's a lie, so give this Thug a try

I'd rather be ya nigga

Chorus: 2Pac

I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A

So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day

It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a Thug in your life

Cause busters ain't lovin you right

(repeat 2X)

Verse Two: 2Pac, Richie Rich

Look, now you was sprung from the introduction

My conversation's full of game yet laced with seductions

I see ya blushin like ya want somethin, come get a taste

of Amerikaz Most Wanted and let's get into some touchin, erotic fuckin

My up and down with no interruptions

have no intentions of bustin until you learn ya lesson

Now many questions are often asked, a drop top, 500 Benz

and plenty cash, to help a nigga get the ass

You can ride out the spoke coke, to get your lobster and crab

Cause all I got is conversation and a gang of stab

and I'ma listen when it hurts, I'ma hang out but never stay

Smoke blunts but leave them stunts up to Super Dave

I'll be your nigga, as long as we can understand

that I's the nigga whose spoke coke can be the man

He wine and dine, but me and you we whine and grind

And when I'm on the field keep him on the sidelines

Chorus

Verse Three: 2Pac, Richie Rich

Now it's time for the moment of truth, I got ya naked

Totally sweatin, let's see how hot I can make it

Tongue kissin til yo' head swang, I'm so into you

Witness a nigga make the bed bang

If it's all mine, then let me know, now scream my name out

Do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow?

Not to mention, the multiple positions I inflict

A boss playa, freaky motherfucker, can I dick

Uhh, it's on and poppin, now you seed what I was seein

Why yo' eyes rollin, Luke seen ya girl I ain't goin

nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

While he's stresed out and knock I stretch out the cock

Hold da boots, and let da nigga execute

And though you got it right, I'm goin home tonight

You say you don't need a man, but I don't care

You in the presence of a playa, I'd rather be ya nigga

Chorus 2.25X

Ready 4 Whatever

featuring Big Syke



(Rule number one... niggaz die, daily, hahahaha)

Hear me! Boo-yaow!

(Ready for whatever, hell yeah

What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga?

Them Thug Life niggaz be the craziest -- run up nigga!)



[2Pac]

There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame

Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain

Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder

Puffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep from goin under

Gettin lost in the madness, blunted gettin tipsy

Got my pistol out the window screamin, "Lord come and get me"

Am I sick, or am I just another victim?

Unloadin my clip, I'm watchin every bullet spit when I kick em

Niggaz die from automatic gunfire

Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die

When they bury me, they bury me a G

Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me

Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's caught

Had a motherfuckin ward but he didn't go to court

God damn, and one day we'll all be together

Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon



(Yeah, niggaz movin somethin in the nine-trey

It's all about makin money, gettin yours

And knockin coppers off the motherfuckin planet

Word to the motherfuckin nine nigga

We gonna make this motherfucker ours

If they don't feel me, they gon kill me

So Syke, get skanless nigga)



[Big Syke]

Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heav-en? (hell naw)

After all this shit I did with my Mac-11

Did I sell my soul? Mama woulda saved me

That's the way that daddy raised me

Oh God, help me I'm losin it

So fuck it! Take me I'm doin it!

I need to change and look for a better way

I got a hundred round clip to my AK

Commitin sins I might die in vain

So fuck it! We'll live off the street fame!

God didn't send me in the right direction

I'm gettin hit by a diesel in the intersection

I know you're out there help a young brother (hear me)

Til then I'ma smoke motherfuckers

Things wouldn't be so bad

if we got the things that we never had, I'm ready for whatever



(Hahahahaha, that's my motherfuckin nigga there

Big ballin-ass Syke

Yeah nigga, you schooled them young bustas

on how it is to be a real motherfuckin G

In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin daily so you best be packin

If you ain't, boo-yaow motherfucker!)



[2Pac]

Dear mama I know you worry cause I'm hardly at home

Every other night in jail, got you patient by the phone

Wanna shake it cause I can't take it got me livin in Hell

Like I'm walkin with a secret that'll kill me if I tell

I live the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me

Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the game

So much caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eye

When I die, bury me with my fo'-five

And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga

Goin to Hell with my finger on the trigger

Now everybody's starin

Got a nigga losin hair and they wonder if I'm all there

Well don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers

when niggaz gettin richer (mo' money)

Now tell me if you wanna live forever

Niggaz dyin so be ready for whatever



(Yeah, ready for whatever

Ready for whatever

Thug Life niggaz and we be ready for whatever

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

Huh, Big Syke he be ready for whatever

My nigga Kato, ready for whatever

Pain, he's ready for whatever

And my nigga Bam Bam, he ready for whatever

My nigga Banks just be ready for whatever

Modu, he's ready for whatever

Big Serg, we ready for whatever

Charlie Tango, ready for whatever

My nigga Pac, be ready for whatever

Yeah, ready for whatever

Ready for whatever

My big-ballin ass nigga Boom, ready for whatever fo' sho'

Yeah, you know!

This how the player's do it

I know you standin there confused

You wonderin -- what type of nigga is a Thug Life nigga?

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

About gettin riches, bitches, and plenty loc

Ya hear me?)



Ready for whatever

Real Bad Boyz (Westside)

[Featuring Dee Tha Mad Bitch]

[Dee tha Mad Bitch]

What goes on in the mind of a bad boy? Nothin but payback

Whos next, the clip, callin murder could nothin the contract

Better watch your back

Since hes makin that comeback

The 1-87 will stop em

The hollow point, will drop ya

Go on, heres a scene for your soul

So take heed when you meet face-to-face, here comes the grim reaper

You better ???? from the depths of hell

Hes a real McCoy

But aint no stoppin this girl is bad boy

He aint no joke

Muthafucka grab your throat

Before you find yourself cut with a blade

As your bloody body lays on top of cement

In front of your president

It was a murder for hire

Hit an innocent child in the crossfire

Now hes confined to a jail

Got shot six times, in his spine

But his mind is still down at the grind

Hes willin to destroy

Thats what he lives for, to be a bad boy

Chorus:

Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?

Watcha gonna do, watch out, we commin at you.

Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?

Watcha gonna do, were comin after you

Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?

Watcha gonna do, watch out, we comin at you

Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?

Watcha gonna do, watch out, we comin at you

[2PAC]

I got these bustas on my block and they after me

Runnin round tellin these niggas, how they gonna capture me

Its gettin crazy, its hard to make my mind up

Now should I, buck em down, or put my nine up?

You see, I aint a bad boy, just a boy who had it bad

I graduated from 22s to 3-57 mags

Runnin on these marks fore they stashin

I aint askin, give it up, or get to blastin

The penintnetiary dont scare me

A straight thug nigga, the whole setll take care of me

And tell me, who the fuck you gonna find

Rough enough to tear these bitch-niggas, this is mine

Now busta, meet my nine, 24 on the grind

Im sick about mine, and uh, aint nothin wrong with gettin high

A hustlin-ass nigga from the projects, Im makin loot

And screamin Thug Life, nigga, when they shoot

They made me a.....

[Chorus]

[Dee tha Mad Bitch]

Now how many bad boys in the house

So hurry boys got the biggest nuts

What the fuck, I gave em the blunts

Havin a grudge against the whole fuckin world

A 16 shot-block-glock, thatll stop em

Theyre sure to hit the ground

Nothin, bustin a cap on no more every round

A bad boy is the big, shot on the block

He got knots, bigger rocks for the cops

Before he gets props

So you petty boys, you cant fuck with em

You can eat the biggies good friend

Or become a victim of a dead man

Its sad to see, when you end up six-feet deep

So rest in peace, muthafucka, join the pow

he got nothin but the realest style

Flavors when on the mic

and packin the meal like life

Savers, sweep up on you at night

His grip on tight, and make you take a bite

Thats all she wrote, barrel went down your throat

Killin off these niggas for fun

Murder one, and throw away your gun

Hes livin his life like a soldier

Thats what he lives for, to be a Bad Boy

[Chorus]

Redemption

Hahahahaha!

(Thug Life bitch, goin out like that)

Once again! Hahaha!

Once again! Hahaha!

(Thug Life bitch)

[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me!

(Goin out like that)

Hahahaha!

[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch*

[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch*

[2Pac] Open fire on you niggaz

(Thug Life bitch)

[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! Hahahaha

(Goin out like that)

Once again! Hahaha!

Once again! Hahaha!

(Thug Life bitch, goin out like that)

[2Pac] Open fire on you niggaz *lower pitch*

[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch*

Once again! Hahaha!

(Thug Life bitch, goin out like that)

(Thug Life bitch, goin out like that)

[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me!

Once again! Hahaha!

[2Pac] Open fire on you niggaz *lower pitch* (repeats in background)

Once again! Hahaha!

[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me!

[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! Hahahaha

[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch*

(Thug Life bitch, goin out like that)

Resist Tha Temptations

[2Pac]

Resist the temptation of the beast,
you'll slip and loose your grip
and forever fall a sleep.
The venom is contagious, be wary of its spell
what you thought would be heaven, turn's out to be hell.
I wonder if she knows the devil's taken off her clothes, deep into her soul
slow, now he's in control.
Poppas doing worse, a victim of the deadly curse
wouldn't be the first to leave the ghetto in a hearse, oh and how it hurts.
The children pay the biggest price,
never gets the chance to grow up with a happy life.
Blame it on the rock, but we know that's a bunch of crap
someone's from top supplying us with plenty crack.
Keep them in a daze,don't let them see the other way
let'em all get paid, won't live to see another day.
See they never got a breath of the sunshine,
now the kid's addicted and only hit it one time.
We're destined to be dead as a nation,
don't let it come to this, resist the temptation.


Gamble for your soul with the devil
you wonder how low can you go, before you finally reach the lowest level.
As everybody sits and stares,
there's no use looking in your eyes cause there isn't anybody there.
And though it may make you wanna cry,
got you stealing from your family and you don't even know why.
I guess you think they will understand,
you feel cold, cause you sold your soul to the dopeman.
Now there's no turning back, in fact
it's decided that you would live and die for the crack.
You got no friends cause you cheated them all,
you feel lonely,low,defeated and small.
No one was there when I took the wrong path,
and nobody cared if I died in a blood bath.
But is this my destiny?
tell the lord they got my mind, but he can have the rest of me.
Cause I'm ready to end it all,
one bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and all.
I didn't mean to be a bother,
a failure as a son, a husband, and a father.
I wish I could turn back the time,
go back and find why I let it crack my mind.
And my only explanation, it came to this
Resist the temptation.

Run Tha Streetz

[Featuring Storm, Mutah, Michel'le]

(Michel'le -- Chorus x2)

(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)

i'll be waiting for you

until you get through

i'll be waiting)

(Tupac)

Now peep it

Here go tha secret on how to keep a playa

some love makin' and homecookin'

i'll see ya later

It don't take alot to keep a nigga hard

must be a lady in tha light

but real freaky in tha dark

plus I got some enemies, baby

hold my pistol

and wrap your arms around a nigga

everytime I kiss you

can you visualize the picture ?

me and you in extasy

don't be upset

it's good sex

when you next to me

do you wanna test me ?

put your tired head on my chest

A Thug niggas in tha house

now you can rest

I betcha never screamed a niggas whole name out

and felt tha pleasure and tha pain

about to fuck tha very taste out your mouth

If you call me when you need me

1-800-skypage

when you wanna see me

cause I can be your man

and baby you can be my lady

but you gotta give a nigga space

or you'll drive me crazy

Run tha Streetz....

(Chorus x2)

(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)

i'll be waiting for you

until you get through

i'll be waiting)

(Storm)

Now me and you was cool

but I ain't tha one to play tha fool

can't make no money in bed

so ain't no future fuckin' you

I ain't tha bitch ta love ya

can't do a damn thang for you

if you ain't about money

9 times outta ten

i'll ignore you

It's a man's World

but real women make tha shit go around

disrespect

and I clown

tha type of bitch to throw down

throw up tha block

cause nothin' stops my chips

I boss playa with this

then twist you lame tricks

Holla if ya understand my plan ladies

fuck havin' babies by them shady ass niggas

Swearin', he can save me

My stratagies official

checkin' ya pockets while I tounge kiss ya

soft as tissue

so my next issue is 'how to diss you ?'

they call me Storm

from tha day I was born

I been known to break tha coldest muthafucker

till' his hearts warm

I ain't never been tha type to wait at home alone

just cause we bone

don't mean you own me

nigga, i'm grown

(Chorus x2)

(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)

i'll be waiting for you

until you get through

i'll be waiting)

(Mutah)

I'd rather run tha streetz to make some mail

and put tha game down tight

for these gamin' bitches could get it right

It might be a plan that i'm choosen

don't get in confusion

because i'm known for showin' examples

how i do it

Thinkin' i'm new to this

because i'm younger

where i'll only leave you suspecious and to wonder

and at tha end I make a come up

Nigga, was raiseed up

off of M.O.B.

fighting over something

that's tellen me don't run tha streetz

(Tupac)

So tell me am I wrong ?

for tryin' to communicate through a song

I'm up early in tha morning

by sunrise i'll be gone

all my homies is waitin' for me

plotin' on plans that we made

and all tha fun that it's gonna be

so meet me at 3'

and don't be late nigga

we hagin' out all night

while drinkin' straight liquor

I heard it's popin' at a club

but they say I can't get in

cause i'm dressed like a thug

until I die

i'll be game related

got me strivin' for a million

stayin' motivated

now that we made it

it's a battle

just for tha big money

I'm livin' wild

no smiles

cause ain't a thing funny

I came up hungry

just a little nigga

tryin' to make it

I only got one chance

so I gotta take it

ya never know when it's all gonna happen

tha rappen or tha drugs

but until then

give me love

and let me Run tha Streetz

(Chorus x7)

(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)

i'll be waiting for you

until you get through

i'll be waiting)

Runnin On E

[2Pac]
If you a bad boy

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
If you a bad boy then you die
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
They fucked up when the rob me
Put another contract on Mobb Deep

[Hussein Fatal]
I focus my locus thought on my enemies
Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me
I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book
Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy
And as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist
Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar
Strap in back to the corners droppin on to spin the tires
My man define ya 357 anaconda
This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama
Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy
Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death
And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh
You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered
Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted

[Tupac]
Ever since mama got fucked and papa ducked out
Look at us murderous thugs showin less love in the drug house
Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage
Bring chaos causin damage on our quest for cabbage
They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
Exploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release
Criminal orders across the waters bringin the war to the streets
Why fear me, fear the shit I speak
Once this shit drop it's heard on every fuckin street
like the sound of police who run the street really
And every hood let you grow
from the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O'
And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step
My homie buried at an early age hustled to death
His last breath, a lesson I posses like jewels
Stay thugged out keep it movin'

[Yaki Khadafi]
Halfway thugs are buged when we stalk the streets
Sort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets
You speak the big pussy throw down and drop it
Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket
Getting mine with nine coked extorting
Block shots with 22's with my socks with the butt hangin out the chalk
You never seen time I travel across the mean crime
My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime
With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin
Catch my body like haitian 5 minutes from the station

[Young Noble]
Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence
The bigger prick don't mean no evidence or proof the I was present
At the scene of the crime around 10 niggas bleed
After they made this punk fag motherfucker bleed
All the money was bloody as shit, y'all niggas shoulda seen it
Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees shit
The glock to your head nigga, don't let inside action
Hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot fucken backwards
Little homies puttin work for stripes
But is it worth your life a g-rides runnin red lights
I wish somebody would have t old me then
Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell they can hold me in
Caucassian crazy like Arabians
Hold this spot like some niggas fade me in having the scene chase me
When they want the product nigga I got the smoke
Got the weed and the coke what you need what you want
What you working with I'm some immortal shit
Outlawz we straight hurtin shit use artillery to murder with
Put then on the box gangsta party like Pac
Lifes hard from the ox me and my niggas on top

[2Pac: repeat 5X]
I know the law hate me dearly, comin for me
We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin on E

[Nuttso]
With the leaded Pac, fuck the law
Carry steal cause I live in the nigga side of the law
Ridin' foes cause I can't let hoes catch me slippin
Quick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin
Ridin high, blazing, kryptonite got a nigga dazing
Burpin and smurkin got on his knees before I grave em
Ride em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped
At a stop light in a growin night, this motherfucken trick
Slide over so I can dip and put it in him
Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I sent it
Hit the pedal now we high speeding
With the metal trying to make these motherfuckers die freezing
Up the way I seen him slow down
Shit!! I think I'm gonna bust these hoes down
Caught them runnin on e it kind of funny to me
They know they was fuckin with me but they dumb to see

[2Pac]
Open up fire watchin me spy when my shells split em
Plus all them tricks and the bitches go to hell with em
Fuck em they phony claimin they homies but the foes
Speakin on thug niggas daily while we nailing they hoes
Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation
Words known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation
Crooked thoughts cops get bought no longer caught
Did you cry when my girl died
Put out the hit politc niggas worldwide grabbin my dick
I'll never learn take away the pain with sherm
Throwin gas on my enemies watchin them burn
Call my posse, I'm shootin up the casket take the body
Whip the corpse like a piñata and party
His last breath a straight lesson I posses like jewels
Stay thugged out keep it movin

[Chorus till fade]

Runnin' (Dying To Live)

Reporter: "Between you and Biggie was like 'who's gon, who's gon, who rules this, this, the entertainment business and shit' basically, you know what I'm saying? I was like, this is like, an election"
Tupac: "It is that, me and Biggie's situation is smaller than that, me and Biggie's situation is like-"

[hook]
Oh, I wonder if they'll ever die in peace
Why am I fighting to live
If I'm just living to fight
Why am I trying to see
When there ain't nothing in sight
Why am I trying to give
When no one gives me a try
Why am I dying to live
If I'm just living to die

Check it, I grew up a fuckin screwup
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up
Choppin rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin to turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Tupac on the milk box missin
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze
Summer break, my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker

[hook]
Ooh I wonder if they'll ever die in peace
Why am I fighting to live
If I'm just living to fight
Why am I trying to see
When there ain't nothing inside it
Why am I trying to give
When no one gives me a try
Why am I dying to live
If I'm just living to die

It's on me
But still I'm having
Memories of high speeds when the cops crash
As I laugh, pushin the gas
When my cocks blast
We was young,
And we was dumb,
But we had heart
In the dark,
Will we survive through the bad parts?
Many dreams is what I had,
And plenty wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches; envious bitches
They still continue to persue me
A couple of movies,
Now the whole world is tryin to screw me
Even the cops is tryin to sue me
So what can I do but stay true?
Sippin 22's of brew and now,
The media is tryin to test me,
Got the press askin questions
Tryin to stress me
Misery is all I see
That's my mind state
My history with the police; just check the crime rate
My main man had 2 strikes - slip
Got arrested and flicked
He screamed "THUG LIFE" and emptied a clip
Got soured of runnin from the police

[hook]
Ooh, I wonder if they'll ever die in peace
Why am I fighting to live
If I'm just living to fight
Why am I trying to see
When there ain't nothing in sight
Why am I trying to give
When no one gives me a try
Why am I dying to live
If I'm just living to die

Biggie: "I was shocked more than anything, you know what I'm saying, but i wasn't more shocked of him dying- I was more shocked of him- Pac is a strong dude yo. I know dudes, Pac is real strong, so when they was like He got shot, I was more like "Again?". You know what I'm saying, he's always getting shot or shot at, he gonna pull through this one again, make a few records about it, and it's gonna be over, you know what I'm saying. But when he died, I was just like "Woah. You know what I'm saying,. Caught it to me by- You know even through we was going through our drama, I was never which who would step on nobody, You know what I'˜m saying, cause they were coming back from Heaven

Scared Straight

(Tupac talking)

Fuck all these motherfucker's talking all this old bullshit
Like niggas just gonna accept that old trash ass shit
We ain't having none of this old shit
These niggas about to come up straight short
Casue we about to get buck wild on you motherfucker's

(Verse One)

You're about to feel the wrath, a psychopath when this song play
Get iller than Johnny Gill and rub you the wrong way
Fuck sensitivity I get cruel when you're doing me
Cause none of the rough stuff bitch stop pursuing me
So true to the game, it's a name you don't dare say
A lyrical lunatic when I kick it your scared straight
Motherfucker's fall way to the roster
You step any closer and get hit with a dose of
The iller-fied pimping-ass gang to bang to
And I ain't ashamed to, get wicked with slang to
Niggas know, when I flow, I can give you mo'
Get sicker than psycho, and won't let the Mic, go
Till I hear the whole crowd on they two feet
As I go through new beats, I'm running through MC's
Nigga please you dizzy, you can't take me
You stumble through break beats but you'll never fade me
Scared straight cause you hate, when I motivate
You suffer a different fate, when music I mutilate
But some of the super suckers try to stop me
I'm gunning and running the stupid motherfucker's now they jock me
What if I should trip? Or chill and a give fair break
Fuck it they feel the wrath of a motherfucker scared straight

(Chorus)

You scared motherfucker you scared?
I know you scared motherfucker you scared (Ah, yeah, scared straight)
Cause I can hear your heart beating, heavy breathing
I can see the sweat, trickling from your head
You scared motherfucker you scared?
I know you scared motherfucker you scared (When your heart's beating)
Cause I can hear your heart beating, heavy breathing I can see the sweat, trickling from your head

(Verse Two)

Feel the funky funk house buster you'll get rolled on
No matter how much they bring, I duck and dodge and hold on
Best a watch the swing
Nigga the game is so strong, catch me by surprise
You won't realize your hoe's gone
Nigga I'm on the creep
And if I know your address, girls as good as stuck
She eating my Mr. Badness
Pac don't give a fuck, I got too many enemies
Fucking with the ginger juice the booze of fucking Hennessy
The closer they can get
But still don't let them see me sweat, suckers ain't trying to step
They know they'll be breathing they last breathe
Niggas ain't got no heart, but swear that they be rocking shit
Till they get a load of the bold ass 2Pacalypse
Tell them to bring the noise, and look like they wanna rift
Brother this is ain't a game, a crook's what's you're fucking with
Hitting him with the flurry, I'll bury him if he steps to me
Sucker's can't get next to me, tripping off some Ecstasy
Literal life insanity, even a form of suicide
This ain't BBD, try doing me you're do or die
Dropping them like a Mack, and smacking them like a weak bitch, nigga don't even twitch
Cause them I'ma have to pull the switch
Victory to the switch, so fuck 'em if they, try to break
Freaking 'em with the funk left them drunk
Hella scared straight
Hell yeah
Scared straight

(Chorus x4)

This 2Pacalypse in this motherfucker
And I'm scared straight
My motherfucker partners in the house

Secretz Of War

[Chorus (E.D.I. Amin):]

You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz

[E.D.I. Amin]
War Time
War Time, it's either yourz or mine
Outlawz be on a grind, and a mission to shine
And ride on em', leave em' stuck and fucked from the gate
Set it straight, regulate
wit' a bomb I'm about to detonate (Boom!)
Hesitate, aww, now you know what
ya'll niggaz were here to go
If you know it was good for ya
Buncha toy souljahs all dressed in fatigue
But I'm Edi Amin on a mission to make em bleed
Nigga what?, Nigga who?
It was cool? and at you?, what the fuck is gone do?
Barbecue and boo-hoo
Ride or die, get money all at the same time
Split the pie with the homie, ball at the same time
Any nigga splippin', fall at the same time
We all links in the chain, tryin to gain, do time
We all see the sunshine
But when you could do yourz, we'll bring these muthafuckas war

[Chorus (E.D.I. Amin):]

You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz

[2Pac]
As I approach the scene, from smokin' green
Got my eyes closed, niggaz so cold on my foes
I make em' die froze
Watch me make em' bleed, make em' G's
Lord help me wit'it
Got me paintin' pictures of a mil-ticket
Help me get'it
See me and pray for options
but the pressures nonstop
Niggaz get the pistol poppin'
And watch they body drop
I'm a lethal threat, watch me hit your set
Flash on, blast on them bitch-made niggaz wit' my mask on
Do it for profit, plus I'm, lookin for punks to bust on
If you ain't screamin' WestSide, you can get the fuck on
I'm seein' demons hittin' weed
Got me hearin' screamin'
Scared to go to sleep, watch the scene like a dope-fiend
Probably be punished for it, though you can't ignore it
I live the life of a thug nigga, and die for it
Niggaz pass the clip and watch me bring em to the floor
I got some shit that they ain't ready for (What you got?)
I got the Secretz of War

[Chorus (E.D.I. Amin):]

You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz

[Yaki Kadafi]
We do this thug life shit, like 4, 5, 6, dick em'
Down wit' no rounds left up in the pound when the sounds (Here we go)
Squeeze the lead off, I blow his mutha fuckin' head off
Signal all the other outlawz to get this shit set off
Yaki Kadafi, it ain't a cop here to stop me
These streetz is black hockey and raw we get sloppy
Put a pamper on your silly ass prestyle grammar
Locked in the slammer, while I'm layed cocked back like a hammer
Ya'll newly weds that in honey moons, times bout up
Ya'll, that means I leave no trace found with you face, bounce, stuck
Your pig scanners can't come close touch or even hit me
Doin' my dirt, puttin' in work, you see shit, what you gonna do?

[Chorus (E.D.I. Amin):]

You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
Yo, we go to war

[Young Noble]
We check the murder rate percentage
Niggaz is finished
Get blood checks from clinics
This thug shit is in us
Flowin' through my system, you a victim
Blunts, I twist em', fuck the whole world
It's us against them
you got some heat? Pull it out
Cock the hammer if you wit' it, don't make
No difference here, with the 25 to life sentence
We already doin' life on the streetz
Like algae, niggaz be heated, when they walkin' the beat
This shit is flaky, makin' backs shaky, niggaz hate me
Scared to face me, knowin' that the Outlawz blaze me
Pull me up on game, put me up on a hustle
Once I suck my money muscle, all the G's got devils
Movin' shit like a dollar, beatin' niggaz like Rodney
Turn a killa like Kadafi, and a nuke stream to stop me

[Chorus (E.D.I. Amin):]

You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
We go to war

[2Pac]
Bring it on
And all you lil' young ass souljahs
You play this shit back about fifteen times
You'll have enough game to roll up in a club or somethin
Teach these bitches a lil' somethin', you know what I mean?
Secretz of muthafuckin' War....

Shit Don't Stop

(2pac)

Shit don't stop (2x)

Game rules often slang to the right fools

Heavy hittin' at this motherfucker's straight spittin'

Diggin' deep into your brain while tryin to explain

why real niggas need to stick to the game

It's the same got these motherfuckers changin' on me

Jealous-ass player-haters gaming on me

Look out motherfucker homey-G

As in gettin' motherfuckers 'fore they come get me

Get down for the right for the wishes

Fake ass nigga, you in shit, for fightin' over bitches

You call that a player?

Straight-ass sissy

See me at my show nigga miss me

Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit

Got a pistol motherfucker try to pull quick

And just cause i'm rappin don't mean I ain't scrappin

And if you clip when the shit happens, it don't stop

[chorus-] Shit don't stop...

(Y.N.V)

Now my guess is true

Them thug life niggas is a bull

Everywhere we go

The niggas trippin at the door

I want to dance with you

You can dance at the party and not get whipped (1x)

(Macadoshis)

See the shit don't stop

My 9 goes pop

Your body drip-drop

Throw that ass in a zip-loc

(Rated R)

Now you've been hauled away in a body bag

Get your Sammy D said how your blood got sneeze me

(Macadoshis)

Yo you fuckin' with a thug yo your ass gets plugged

With this hollow-point slugs

With ya under the rug

(Rated R)

That's why my deaf niggas don't play that shit

In thug life niggas be the craziest

(Macadoshis)

So when you think about fuckin' this

You better wear a vest

But it really don't matter

We ain't aimin' at your chest

(Rated R)

Nah we blowin holes in your motherfuckin' skull

Make sure your ass is smoked

That's all the fat lady wrote

(Macadoshis)

You heard that fat bitch sing when my shit went bang-bang

But it don't pay when i flaunt your brain

(Rated R)

Nigga, ain't no plain cane brothers come no show

In the casket

Git'n they ass kicked

And blasted

It don't stop

(chorus 1x)

(Mopreme)

All I wanna do is try to Mac the hoes

Spin bank on thangs sellin me a sponsor on my foes

It's like each and every one they got the look of death

I got my 9 nigga

Don't be silly

You better watch your step

(Syke)

And pussies we crossin when my crew is flossin'

Bitches we tossin'

And niggas we crossin'

It's like a murder rhyme when we hit your hood

It's all good

The punks? I wish you would!

(Mopreme)

Wouldn't better to just corrolate what we bust

Instead of kickin' dust

Gets a press y'all from nuts

Cause ain't no herbs here

And ain't no morgues

Beware of the water 'cause they full of sharks

(Syke)

But in every state

Niggas perpetrate and test

Where I come from fools die for less

And thugs keep thugin' till their casket drop

It's on 'till I die

And the shit don't stop

(chorus 2x)

Shorty Wanna Be A Thug

Intro/Chorus: 2Pac

Say he wanna be

Shorties gonna be a Thug

Said he wanna be

One day he's gonna be

Said he's wanna be

Shorties gonna be's a Thug

Said he's gonna be

One day he gonna be

Say he wanna be

Shorties gonna be a Thug

Said he gonna be

One day he's gonna be

Said he wanna be

Shorties gonna be a Thug

Verse One: 2Pac

He was a nice middle class nigga

But nobody knew the evil he'd do When he got a little bigger

Get off the final blaze

While puffing on a Newport

plottin' on a another way to catch a case

Was only sixteen, yet convicted as a felon

With a bunch of old niggas

But you the only one who ain't telling

I tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

You tell me its a man's world, play the rules

And fade fools, 'n break rules until we major

Blaze up, getting with hoes through my pager

Was raised up, commencing to money makin' tactics

It's getting drastic, niggas got automatics

My fingers on the trigga, Tell the lord

To make way for another straight Thug Nigga

I'm sitting getting buzzed, looking for some luv

from the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug

Chorus

Verse Two: 2Pac

Straight from the Hall to the Penn

Adolescent nigga scaling weight and standing Six feet Ten

He carried weight like a Mack truck

Gonna bust on some playa haters

if the mutha fuckas act tuff

Then thats when the lethal weapon with the razor

This little nigga smoking weed and getting blazed up

No one could figure, when the guns blast pull the trigga

Could take the life of a young nigga guns bigger

No mother and father, you see, the niggas all alone

Old timers my role model, the war zone

Released with this game 'til its a part of me

My heart don't beat no fear and it ain't hard to see

The future is looking dim

I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sin

I'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love

out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug

Chorus

Outro: 2Pac

Shorty gonna be a thug

You little bad ass nigga, to the young niggas

gotta stay sharp nigga, play your part

you got plenty of time (you bad mutha fuckas)

You only get three mistakes, then thats life, big baby (niggas

craaazy)

watch the signs

Damn, you ain't but sixteen nigga?

Sixteen?!?!

That's a bad muthafucker

Show Shot

[Big Daddy Kane]

Watch me... ain't no question,
I'm stuck up in a mad case of lyrical congestion,
not the one protestin'...
come mesh with the one in yo chest splinder,
not because of cardiact, but because of heart-iact...
I'm reconized as the microphone distroyer,
competition minds up in the state of paranoia...
I call 'em and then escape and get yo drolls out tomorrow,
you probably send 20 rackets, never with glock problems...
yo gimmick is ...

[2Pac]

Ask me to blast, no need to ask cause I'm mashing,
peepin' the latest fashion, copy-cats of plastics, get me the flashes...
my adversaries shook in caskets,
murdered them bastards,
witness them pass, got bombastic...
now that they free me, no one can see me,
I'm completely eradicated my competition, father forgive me...
asemble the troops, prepare my loots for combustion,
rushing them muthafuckas, the deadliest nigga bust...
how can they touch me when they lost in thought,
on Death Row we lock shit down across the border...
now flash and watch me get in that ass like a bekiny,
lyricly legendary so niggas will never see me completely defeated...
it never happen weather rappin' is grappin' niggas get smashed on they muthafuckin' back...
hard to kill, and even harder to stop, watch Kane and Pac drop the Show Shot, tell them muthafuckas...

Skandalouz

(Tupac Talking)

Hey Nate you know you gots to focus on this mutha-fucka

We gonna talk about these Skandalouz hoes

[I can talk about Skandalouz bitches]

I know you can, I know

Thats why we gonna do this

Daz on the beat

Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin' around on the piano

Nigga just drop this shit, like uhh this here

(Tupac)

I meet you through my homie

Now you act like you don't know me

So disappointed cuz baby that shit was so phony

It's not phony, you see no love for my closest homies

With my pager number uhh baby you was all up on me

While you proceed with precision

You had them taping hoes

No, I ain't mad at you baby

Go ahead an play them fools

They choose no to listen

So now he stuck inside his house

And can't leave without his bitch permission

My mission is to be a playa

My alias is boss

Drop the top on these jealous niggas

Playa let me floss

Y'all don't wanna see me in pain

I'll leave that ass like Toni Braxton, "Never breathing again"

It's Skandalouz

I never liked your back stabbing ass, trick

Yous tha watchin' money who you baggin' bitch

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Cuz bitches live so Skandalouz

(Chorus -- Nate Dogg)

She so Skandalouz (Repeated several times)

(Tupac)

How's it hangin'

cuz baby, from the back the shit is bangin'

I'll be stressing in this ghetto game

Trying to do my thang

Won't be no bullshit, no ass kissing

cuz bitch, I'll have you waking up

with all your cash missing, I'm askin'

As if I'm qualified, to analyze

You looking at a bitch that specialize in telling lies

she got a body that make a mutha-fucka fantasize

Her face ain't never shed a tear through her Skandalouz eyes

Blushin' , pressuring 'n popin'

Plus I knew she was a freak bitch

So why should it bother me

I've finally been sprung

Addicted to the heat of her tongue

Although, I don't know where she going shes making me cum

I've been trained as a Boss Playa

so hoochie staying, we got some hookers we can toss later

Before I let her get me I got up

Went into her purse and took a hundred dollars

Nigga, I'm so Skandalouz

(Chorus -- Nate Dogg)

She so Skandalouz (Repeated several times)

(Tupac)

Dangerous 'n Ambitious while scheming on gettin' riches

I'm spitting at tricks, cuz I'm addicted to pretty bitches

currency motivated, not easily terminated

Now that we mad it, my niggas can never be faded

This is my prophecy, I gotta be paid

All you cowards that try to stop me, Are begging for early graves

I thought we was cool, I was a fool

thinkin' you could be true, when I don't fuck with your punk crew

These are the tales of my niggas doing time in tha cell

I went from hell to living well

Busting at niggas who said my name in vain

I ain't got no time for them tricks

I'm Heavy in the Game

I wanna be a balla please

But the bitches and the liquor keep on callin' me

I'm totein' free on the highway

formulating plans, I can't wait till I see L.A.

(Chorus -- Nate Dogg)

She so Skandalouz (till fade)

Sleep

Quit staring at me like a infra-red nigga

(Chorus: Tupac)

Don't go a sleep
You can get your cash on nigga if you peep
Other niggas close there eyes seeing dreams in they sleep
But don't fall a sleep
Don't go a sleep
You can get your cash on

(Verse One: Tupac)

Pictures of plenty
Sippin' my glass full of Henny
Hands on my Semi -
- Automatic kill for pennies
Approach for contact
Cause I'm live I multiply
Soon as I open fire
Niggas die with open eyes
Scared to take a nap
It's a trap
A long maze
Dreamin' of getting stacks
Makin' scratch the wrong way
What song says
We murder motherfuckas daily
Black out
Blow the the track out
My lyrics never fail me
I inhale strong weed
Then release the stress
Deliver the bomb shit from the East to West
Like Yayo
Niggas pull out
When I say so
Commence to poppin'
Motherfuckers copy it's fatal
Efficiently I delete and flee
The art of war living sucka free
Get with me
Mutherfuckers just don't sleep

(Verse Two: Young Buck)

I'm staring through my rear-view doing 'bout 90
The pedal to the metal
So I can't see what's behind me
Buckle up your seat belt
Eyes on the road
They know we riding dirty got playa hiding Gold
They go down to the projects, the clubs been closed
And then they wonder why niggas braking down O's
I'm a runaway slave
You get it nigga, off the chain
I got that Thug Life shit running through my veins
And now they scared
They knowing that I've been heaven sent
And yeah we know the dop coming from the President
But look at us
We ain't got shit to lose
The life we ballin' if we got a new pair of tennis shoes
In the Ghetto
Or better yet home-sweet-home
This is the land of the free, but to me that's wrong
I'm on my way to the White House
Strapped with my heat
So don't fall asleep
Come on nigga

(Chorus x2)

(Verse Three: Chamillionare)

They say that the more they hate you
The more that it motivates you
My minds set on crime, my mentals set on the paper
62 hours and counting and I'm still awake
And they slipping me sleeping pill's with the will I break
Broke niggas always telling you how to make your cash and just
So I just stop listening and now my cash is up
Red dotted the media they always mad at us
I don't see them trying to mediate when they get they Gat's and bust
They just instigating as soon as they get the tape, it's dropped
And my niggas locked as soon as they get the case
Personally I ain't tripping on all that rapping stuff
I'm taking back my money counter's wasn't fast enough
Yup
I got a couple problems
And none of them is money
and pretend they love me and say they buddies
Sometimes I want to mauve with the Ruger
Kill ya like Freddie Kruger
These nightmare's just ain't as bloody
The media they always asking me what my passion is (And)
Money talks to I always have voice to answer this
I can't relax cause it's like I'm a fetty activist
See me on T.V never a mattress

(Chorus repeated till end)

Don't go to sleep nigga
Don't close your eyes
Don't go to sleep
Sleep baby

Smile For Me Now

featuring Scarface



2Pac:



There's gonna' be some stuff that your gonna' see

That's gonna' make it hard to smile in the future

(No Doubt)

But whatever you see, through all the rain and pain

You gotta keep a sense of humor

Gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

Remember that

Just keep ya head up



Our lifesytles be close caption

Addicted to fatal attraction

Pictures and actions be played back

In the mist of mashin'

No fairytales for this young black male

Some see me stranded in this land of Hell

Jail and crack cells

???? culture

Or the repercussion

While bustin' on back-stabbing vultures

Sellin' my soul

For material wishes

Fast cars and bitches

Wishin' I live my life a legend

Immortalized in pictures

Why shed tears, save your sympathy

My childhood years

Was spend burying my peers in the cemetary

Here's a message to the newborns

Waiting to breath:

"If you believe

you can achieve, just look at me"

Against all odds

Though life is hard, we carry on

Living in the projects

Broke with no lights on

To all the G's that follow me

Protect your essence

Born with less but your still precious

Just smile for me now



Chours:

Ohhh Won't you smile for me

(2Pac: Just smile for me now)

Ohhh Won't you smile for me

(Nigga you black, smile for me now)

Ohhh Won't you smile for me

(You ain't got nothin' to worry about)

(Smile for me now)

Ohhh Won't you smile for me

(and the next generation)



Scarface:



Now as I open up my story

With the blaze of your blunt

So you can picture thoughts slowly

Upon phrases I run

And I can walk you thru the dayz that it done

I often wish that I can save everyone

But I'm a dreamer

Have you ever seen a nigga

Who was strong in the game?

Over-looking his tomorrows

and they finally came

Look back on childhood memories

And I'm still feelin' the pain

Turnin' circles in my 9th grade

Dealin' Cocaine

To many hassels in my local lights

Survivin' the strain

And a man without a focused life

could drive him insane

Stuck inside a getto fantasy

Hopin' it'd change

But we're not focused on reality

We broken in Jane

Had a dream of livin' wealthy

Makin' it big

Over football

????

What take it

He did

And after all my mama's thankin' god

For blessing her child

All my mama gotz to do now is collect

And then smile

(2Pac: Smile)



Chours:

Ohhh Won't you smile for me <X4>

(Smile for me now) <X1>



2Pac:



Fuck tha world

As we unload, we witness furious speeds

Un-answered questions keep us all stressin'

Curious G's

Back stabed and bleeding

Crooked thoughs

Laced with weed

Learnin', duckin' stray shots

Bullets be hot

They burnin'

Inhale the shurm smoke

Visualize the flames

Will I be smothered by my own pain?

Strange wisdoms

Cowards conversate'

So quick to dis' us

Takin' pictures for the Feds

In desperate hopes they get us

Hit us all, give us plenty centuries

Forgive my stance

Sense I entered many penitentiaries

The best revenge

Is fuck friends

We milatary minded soljahs

Bustin' shots blindly

Trying to find Jahova

To help me

Somebody save me

Lost and crazy

Scared to drop a seed

Hopin' I ain't cursed babies

Maybe now

Niggaz feel me now

Picture my pain

Embrace my words

Make the world change

And still I smile nigga



Chrous till fade....

(Background singer till fade)

So Many Tears

I shall fear no man, but God

though I walk through tha valley of death

I shed so many tears

Please God walk with me...

back in Elementry, I thrived on misery

left me alone I grew up amongst a dying breed

as my mind couldn't find a place ta rest

untill I got that Thug Life Planted on my chest

tell me can ya feel me ?

I'm not liven in tha Past, Ya wanna last

Be tha first ta blast, remember Kato

no longer with us he's deseased

call on tha sirens, I seem him murdered in tha streets

now rest in peace

Is there heaven for a 'G' ?

remember me, so many homies in tha cemetary

shed so many tears

Chorus

Lord

I suffer through tha years

and shed so many tears

Lord

I lost so many peers, shed so many tears

Now that i'm strugglin' in this business

by any means, label me greedy gettin green

but seldom seen

and fuck tha world cuz i'm cursed

I'm havin visions of leaven here in a hurse

God can ya feel me ?

take me away from all tha pressure and all tha pain

show me some happiness again

i'm goin' blind

I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin' well

I know my destiny is hell, where did I fail ?

my life is in denial

and when I Die, babtised in Eternal Fire

shed so many tears...

Chorus

Lord

I suffer through tha years

and shed so many tears

Lord

I lost so many peers, shed so many tears

Now i'm lost and i'm weary

so many tears, i'm suicidal, so don't stand near me

my every move is a compilated step

ta bring me closer

to embrace an early death now there's nothing left

there was no mercy on tha streets

I couldn't rest

I'm barely standing, bout to go to pieces, screaming peace

and though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it

I had my mind full of deamons tryin' ta break free

they planted seeds and they hatched sparking tha flame

in my brain like a match, such a dirty game

no memories, just misery

painting a picture of my enemies killing me in my sleep

will I survive till' tha morning ta see tha sun

please lord forgive me for my sins

cause here I come...

Chorus

Lord

I suffer through tha years

and shed so many tears

Lord

I lost so many peers, shed so many tears

Lord knows i've tried, been a witness ta homicide

drive-bys taken lives, little kids die

wonder why as I walk by

Broken hearted as I glance at tha chaulk line, gettin' high

this ain't tha life for me

I wanna change

but ain't no future right for me

i'm stuck in tha game

i'm trapped inside a maze

see this Tangaray influenced me ta gettin crazy

disillusioned lately

i've been really wanting babies

so I could see a part of me that wasn't always shady

don't trust my lady

cause she's a product of this poison, i'm hearen noises

think she's fucken with my boys, can't take no more

i'm fallin' to tha floor

beggin' for tha Lord ta let me in Heavens door

I shed so many tears...

Chorus

Lord

I lost so many peers

and shed so many tears

I lost so many peers, shed so many tears

fades... I suffered through tha years and shed so many tears

Soldier Like Me

ft. Eminem

[Intro:Tupac]
So what I wanna do, hopefully is... I wanna be, uhm not a wannabe I am Tupac!

Tupac!

2005!

Guess who’s back… G-G-Guess who’s back

G-G-Guess who’s back… G-G-Guess who’s back

Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a sulja like me

Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a sulja like me

Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me

Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me

[Verse 1:Tupac]
Posse deep as I role through the streets
Motherfuck the police as we creep, in our Jeeps
Layin so long you think I’m asleep
But at the slightest beef, I’m robbin niggaz through the teeth
And OPD can get the dick if they play tuffy
Last time them niggaz rushed me, I aint bust but now I’m touch
Trust me, aint nothing jumpin but these buck shots
Them niggaz got enough knots, I’m poppin corrupt cops
Ya motherfuckaz catch a hot one
You wanted to start a problem, now you coward cops have got one
And there’s no prison that can hold a
Motherfuckin soulja, ready to role and take control
So now I jack ‘em while they sleepin
Role to the door, through a grenade in the precinct
Some people panic, brothers bugged out
I had to keep poppin, cuz wouldn’t stop until they rugged out
And they vest don’t protect from the head wounds
Reload ammunitions and them bitches will be dead soon
Smoke rising from the barrel of my shotty
I finally got revenge, now count the bodies
20 cops, one for every year in jail
Tryin to keep a nigga down, but ya failed
Before I let ya take me, I told ya
Fuck being trapped, I’m a soulja

[Chorus: Eminem]
I betcha that I got something you aint got, that’s called courage
It don’t come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it’s not bourbon
I don’t walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I’m not that person
I don’t try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin
You aint…

[Verse 2:Tupac]
It’s Tupac in the mad bitch
In them six-‘fo, rag on them thangs, that’s a bad bitch
Gettin ghosts on them bitches in the town
Bustin ouy the backseat, nigga when we clown
Homie is you down?
B got the strap and she anxious
Hurry up ‘fo she spank shit
Commin round the corners, spittin rounds
They payin homie down
Caught them sucka ass bitches outta bounce
Now tell me how that sound?
A double date laced with hate, make ‘em pray for the judgement day
Now tell me how that sound?
A double date laced with hate, make ‘em pray for the judgement day
Stinkin BIATCH!

[Chorus: Eminem]
I betcha that I got something you aint got, that’s called courage
It don’t come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it’s not bourbon
I don’t walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I’m not that person
I don’t try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin
You aint… {Tupac}

[Outro:Tupac]

Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a sulja like me

Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a sulja like me

Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me

Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me

Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja
Everywhere I see, a soulja like me

Soon As I Get Home

[2Pac]

Dear baby its me again,stuck inside this max pen
trying to pay my debt for all my sins.
See this penatentery time be so heavy on my mind
at times its like im living just to die.
I'm living in hell,stuck in my jail cell,stranded in the county jail
waiting for my chance to post bail.
I wanna be paid in large stacks,i mash in fast Jags, i blast
and wonder how long will i last.
My memories fade when im intoxicated,busters be shady
so im dumping on cowards daily,we never faded.
I know i said it all before but now i mean it
visions of you and me ballin,so crystal clear i seen it
Even though you mad at me youll be glad to see the strategy
of making these chips come so easily
I max out in the morning baby, life is good
me and you against the whole hood
Soon as i get home

[chorus 2Pac]
Grab my gat,locate my comrads
Lets get my enimies,not knowing im coming back
Go get the money out the safe,its time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as i get home

[2Pac]

Sittin here looking at pictures of me and you living
but now your out in the world,while im twisted in prison
Love letters come daily,words of perfection
you send me money and news clips,beggin for some sex and..
Stay wide open,keep yours eyes peeled
and my advice you keep it real or you can die squeelin
Plus i never have to worry about a visit,cause your there daily
guards trying to get your number, you dont dare tell me
Tounge kissing,steady humpin,trying to touch orsomthin
before the co. and the warden jump in,frontin
Late night reminicing,everbodys quiet
i think somthings in the air,prepare for the riot
It's padlocks and my socks,steel from the bedframe
i touch 'em with thug love, and then let they heads ring
Started a war but now im gone
release me to the streets in the morning its on
Soon as i get home

[chorus]

[verse 3 kadafi]

Since you been gone my whole life's been like a game a cee-lo
thinking big like that kid from Ceno,
fulfilling my dreams on the streets like Nino,
Brown, the whole town be shook up
and me and momma surviving depends on how many rocks a young nigga cook up
Narcotics got drafted,seen them niggas you blasted
wanting me in a casket,on the grind, caught in traffic
Yea nigga i heard, lil mu gave em word
you get parolled on the 3rd, it's all love lookin ???
We out here frontin,still care but all about nothin
but double o's what im wantin and im trying to see sumpthin that
we aint never had
luxury life results living bad,
tricks of the trade,
shit shoulda been taught by dad
But learned through the crew,thats just between me and you
and once we lock this shit down, aint a thing they can do
Meanwhile ill stay waiting by the phone
hoping ill get the call, telling a nigga that you home.

Staring Through My Rearview

[Featuring Outlawz]

[Tupac]

Staring at the world through my rearview

Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean?

Starin...

Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops

Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop

I wonder when the world stopped caring last night

Two kids shot while the whole block staring

I will never understand this society, first they try

to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed

All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's

crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies

feed when they see me, believe me

Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen

Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan

and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again

I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners

Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya

One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse

full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true

While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see)

[repeat 2X]

(They got me) starin at the world through my rearview

Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you

I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we)

Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers

[repeat 2X]

[Young Noble]

Now you see him, now you don't, some niggaz

be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em?

Well let's see, it seems to be a mystery

But all I know I never let the money get to me

Stay down like the, truest

Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this

Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to

While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview

Half you, is down with them Outlawz

Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws

But still we keep mashin til our dreams come through

Starin at the world through my rearview

[Tupac]

Now I was raised as a young black male

In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales

Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails

In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me?

Keys to ignition, use at your discretion

Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection

Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin

Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons

Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter

cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya

Talk to my guns like they fly bitches

All you bustas best to run look at my bitches

Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true

Still starin at the world through my rearview (I say)

[repeat 2X]

(They got me) starin at the world through my rearview

Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you

I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die

Gettin high, watchin time fly -- and all my motherfuckers/nigga can

die

[repeat 2X]

[Kastro]

Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers

Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers

Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned

in school, on some Million Man March shit for the piece/peace

True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed

Criminally addicted, infested since a seed

We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run

by young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep

Turn eighteen, ?roll my well and lockup?

Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough

So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew

Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview

[Tupac]

Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview

So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin

The world, the world is behind us

Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game

and what the levels and the rules of the game is

Then the world ain't no trick no more

The world is a game to be played

So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us

Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it

It's all about the papers, money rule the world

Bitches make the world go round

Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't

Starin at the world through my rearview

Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you

I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die

Gettin high, watchin time fly, ya know/and we'll be

[repeat 4X with vocal fade]

Static

Im smokin these niggas like they endo

Breakin em like they windows

And still they riff till they get a whiff Of the shit that I kick

And if they ever had a notion to stop me

Shoot ya best shot and get dropped wit ya posse

Nigga I got the motz Im takin em out alot I got

More than you can hock Im rockin the spot

So now they jock Loc'em and get dropped

Tupac aint tryin to hear it

Im swingin at your knot Im swingin at your knot so hot

Static is the last thing ya need when ya see me

Better have a bat or a gat to defeat me

Nigga Im a whole posse rolled into one shot

Takin all ya got as your girl gets hot

And rocks the spot

Bringin' the funky flavor with the gift that only God gave

Point me to my grave, Id rather die than be a slave

Slaves come as dopedealers Some come as addicts

Some try to run while the others call STATIC

Static Mix I

[Hook: Shock G & 2Pac]
"2Pac, 2Pac go ahead"
Static is the last thing ya need when ya see me
"2Pac go ahead and rock, 2Pac, 2Pac"
"2Pac go ahead, 2Pac"
Static is the last thing ya need when ya see me

[2Pac]
I'm smokin' these niggas like they indo
Breakin' em' like they windows, and still they with
Until they get a whiff of this shit that I kick
And if they ever had a notion to stop me
Shoot cha' best shot and get dropped with ya posse
Nigga I got the Motts
I thinkin' the amount, a lot I got
More than you can hot
I'm rockin' the spot so now they jock
Come, come and get dropped
2Pac ain't trying to hear it
I can swing it at cha' rock
I'm swearin' that cha' not so hot
Static is the last thing ya need when ya see me
Better have a bat or a gat to defeat me
Nigga, I'm a whole posse rolled into one shot
Takin' all ya got, while ya girl gets hot and rocks the spot
Pure, funky flavor with the gift that only God gave
All the way to my grave, I'd rather die than be a slave
Slaves come as dope dealers, some come as addicts
Some come to run while the other cause static

[Hook]

[2Pac]

I'm smokin' these niggas like they indo
Breakin' em' like they windows, and still they with
Until they get a whiff of this shit that I kick
And if they ever had a notion to stop me
Shoot cha' best shot and get dropped with ya posse
Nigga I got the Motts
I thinkin' the amount, a lot I got
More than you can hot
I'm rockin' the spot so now they jock
Come, come and get dropped
2Pac ain't trying to hear it
I can swing it at cha' rock
I'm swearin' that cha' not so hot
Static is the last thing ya need when ya see me
Better have a bat or a gat to defeat me
Nigga, I'm a whole posse rolled into one shot
Takin' all ya got, while ya girl gets hot and rocks the spot
Pure, funky flavor with the gift that only God gave
All the way to my grave, I'd rather die than be a slave
Slaves come as dope dealers, some come as addicts
Some come to run while the other cause static

[Hook x5]

Static Mix II

[2Pac]
I'm smokin' these niggas like they...

[Shock G]
2Pac, 2Pac

[2Pac]
I'm smokin' these niggas like they...

[Shock G]
2Pac, 2Pac, 2Pac, go ahead and rock

[2Pac]
I'm smokin' these niggas like they indo
Breakin' em' like they windows, and still they with
Until they get a whiff of this shit that I kick
And if they ever had a notion to stop me
Get cha' best shot and get dropped with ya posse

[Hook]
Static, static (2Pac, 2Pac)
Static is the last thing ya need when ya see me
(2Pac go ahead and rock)
Static is the last thing ya need when ya see me
Static (2Pac, 2Pac)
Static is the last thing ya need when ya see me
(2Pac go ahead and rock)

[2Pac]
Nigga I got the Motts
I'm takin' em' out a lot, I got
More than you can hot
I'm rockin' the spot so now you jock
Come, come and get dropped
2Pac ain't tryin' to hear it
I can swing at cha' rock
I'm swingin' at cha' knots, so hot
Static is the last thing ya need when ya see me
Better have a bat or a gat to defeat me
Nigga, I'm a whole posse rolled into shot
Takin' all ya got, while ya girl gets hot and rocks the spot

[Hook x2]

[2Pac]
Bringin' that funky flavor, with the gift that only God gave
Bringin' that funky flavor, with the gift that only God gave
Bringin' that funky flavor, with the gift that only God gave
All the way to my grave
I'd rather die than be a slave
Slaves come as dope dealers, some come as addicts
Some come to run, while the others call static

[Hook x3]

Stay True

(Tupac)

Yah nigga, Drop the top on your muthafuckin ride

This how we do it on the west coast BAABBBY

Rollin' down the Four O Five

Gettin' high

White boys done wrecked their shit

Tryin to check my ride

I ain't being bootsy

Crusin' in a Six-o Impala

Drivin' like I'm in a Hooptee

car full of ballin' caps

keep yo hand on the strap

and take all the craps

Niggas know my steel-lo

all legit

but I'm drapped

like a nigga movin' kilo

Shit don't stop

cuz i can make that ass drop

make the front pop

And Hit the three wheel motion

All Day

Hit the freeway

take it easy, uhh

Let's slide

And pick-up some hoochies

ride

right back to the movies

High

talking back to the screen drinkin' liquor

Havin' big dreams of gettin' richer

I'm livin that

Chorus (4x) (Tupac)

Thug Life, y'all know the rules

gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay True)

Big Stretch represent the real nigga

flex, Live squad and this mutha fucker catch wreck

(Stretch)

Thug Life

sharp as a roughneck

Shakin' the dice, we roll long, ain't nothin' nice

so the vice wanna follow us around (raize up)

Got 'em runnin' as we clown thru the town (blaze up)

Another one, had to throw another gun

Don't need another case

you can see it on my face son

But I ain't fallin' yet

And I gotta give a shout to where my ball is at

(Tupac)

Mophreme Tell 'em why the hoes dream

gettin high off a nigga like a dope fiend

(Mophreme)

Cuz I'm non-stop, and I'm always hustlin'

twenty four seven, ain't nothin buck

but when a young G's flippin keys for a livin'

Try to make a mill off the time I'm givin'

trippin'

mad

I'm crazy

Can't nobody fade me

And I been goin' insane lately

And everybody tryin ta hold me back

I'm about to snap

You better move back

You know I led a.....

Chorus (4x) (Tupac)

Thug Life, y'all know the rules

gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay True)

Maaaannnn, I don't worry about the Five-O

if they start,

cuz it's all about survival

Just stay smart

Keep your mind on your bank roll

always

stay ahead of these stank hos

These days

It's an all out rat race

And look at MEEE just caught another cat case

That makes three

My laywers getting cash up the ass

Don't even ask

Why I'm buck wild ?

Don't smile

don't laugh

To the young G's comin up

peep game

Don't let the money make you change

or act strange

Stay broke

It's all in together now

Keep pumping loud

till the crowd

bring the top down

Is that Tupac Thug Life ?

Hell Yah

Try to dirty up my name

but it's still here

which way do I turn ?

i'm strapped

Lost in the storm

I can't turn back

with that...

Chorus (4x) (Tupac)

Thug Life, y'all know the rules

gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay True)