2 Pac

U Can Be Touched

Napoleon Talking]
Life...
What the f**k is life for ni**az like us?
Been waking up to another muthaf**kin' day
I'm the type of soldier,
A ni**a that seen
Everything in my muthaf**kin eyes
I seen my parents get killed
To my muthaf**kin eyes
I seen my brother kill his-self in my eyes
I seen Pac.. Yak.. die in the struggle in my eyes
So I know anybody can be touched
You know what I mean?

[Napoleon]
Oh God forgive me
Somebody please say a prayer for me
Needed my parents
But they was never there for me
Believe in everything they feed me
I'm seeing demons
I wake up screaming
Who believe me or was I dreaming?
Five fingers on the .45 chrome
Dead aim at my brain, infared with no lights on
I ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this
I'm living blind writing rhymes
Til they capture this
And if we die let the world understand why
Soldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry
They seeing us inside a casket
That's how they see us
Oh God forgive us ghetto bastards
We human beings
They leaving us inside this hell-hole
Just waiting to fail so they tell us
That's what jail for
Adolescense young teens turned violent
It's floating, in a world turned silent
Cause you could be touched

[Chorus Makaveli]
Young ni**az in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down
Cause you can be touched

Young ni**az in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down
Cause you can be touched

[E.D.I]
I live life High Speed
Moving a million miles per hour
Towards my destiny
Making decesions carelessly
Yeah it's me, yo ni**a man child
Bomb first stand proud
Ain't looking for hand-outs
Twenty-five years up in this bi**h
And I'll be damned if I ain't leaving rich
And leave my kids a grip
I let my blood drip off in this thug s**t
You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money mission
Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
Try to get mo' so my s**t don't flock
I lick off shots for everything they owe me
And when it's my time to go
I pray the Lord hold me
(U can be touched)

[Kastro]
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real ni**az
That ever breathed
And I was big when I was young
And now I see that I was dumb
My ni**a.. Lonnie just got hit with 10... 10 years
For trusting a friend
They left him stuck in the Penn
I love him, we all here just to die here, plus
Nobody cares what got here
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
Praise the thug ways and I'll never be bored
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
Y'all praise the thug ways
So forever it's on.. baby

[Chorus Makaveli]
My Young ni**az in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down
Cause you can be touched

Young ni**az in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down
Cause you can be touched

[Young Noble]
Why grieve this life
Planted by the fiends and pipes
Green lights so
I'm seeing-seeing everything twice
Pretty much of nothing nice
(naw) we sucking it up
Even when we get a job, we f**king it up
Like it can't happen to us
I could never be a bum
Yeah right, you wound up one
God forbid I'm touched, y'all keep living it up
Look and learn
Next it could be your turn... word

[Kadafi]
Yes this a felonies' hobby
That got me here thinking robbery
Day to day all year long
Teflon protects my body
It's such unimportant in this criminal cartel
I'm caught and supporting me
So in these streets of hockey
I play the goalie,
Secretz to war licks, and score s**t
Share between clients and homies
Remember what Patcino told me
Before he past
Watch them clowns with them crocodile smiles
Cause they phony, I get that cash, stay lonely
And I'm point like a thong
And it's survive for the strong
Living outside the laws of this crooked world
I was born touched

[Chorus Makaveli]
My Young ni**az in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down
Cause you can be touched

Young ni**az in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down
Cause you can be touched

U Can Call

Verse One: 2Pac]
Dear baby you the picture of perfection
Straight from your million dollar smile
to my attraction to your complexion
No hesitation needed; you got me
inhalin the aroma of your perfume, and feelin heated
I move closer to drop the lines of my introduction
Hold out my hand, and grab yo' hand, now we touchin
My lyrics are poetry
So baby get a ticket to go with me
Thugged out so you notice me
It's a positive attraction; see pictures of us
layin butt-naked on the beach kickin back relaxin
And only you can calm, the savage beast
Look in my eyes are you surprised, that it's me?
I wanna make you mine
I'm kissin on you tryin to make it different every time (that's right)
I'm so lonely in my bedroom, lookin at the walls
Withcha number in my hand, wonderin should I even call her tonight

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Anytime you like, baby you can call me
Need a thug up in yo' life, never find nobody like me
Cause I know what you want, and girl you know I got you
You got what I need, and shorty it's all on you
Baby call on me

[Verse Two: 2Pac]
Been gettin nuttin but bad news, ever since the day you left me
I sit and wonder is there a way, you could forget me
Remember my phone calls, my late visits
Us havin breakfast in bed, then we straight kick it
Me and you in satin sheets, 'til after two
Come take a walk on the wild side, enjoy the view
Whenever we collide; it's bound to be a pleasurable time
Makin love 'til the early light
Sweetheart don't fight the feelin
Come get a shot of this plain dealin and concentrate on the ceiling
It's my intention to brush up
Beware of the fireworks, cause everytime we touch..
.. it's bound to be, so relax, clown with me
As if you're down with me, get around and see
The brother with tattoos and no fears
Runnin my fingers through your hair if you call me

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Pardon me, but let's be specific
Baby cause if you down with me, nigga we can kick it
And let's take trips and ride airplanes
A hundred thousand dollar car on dem gold thangs, so can you hang?
Cause we can be real tight (right)
I got a big suite at the Hyatt, if it feel right
My only wish is to be witcha
You got me steady strivin to getcha
Fantasizin of friendly pictures
The pressure's gettin major
I wonder will you answer my call, if I page ya
Got me goin wild with anticipation
Face to face with us locked up in strange places, what will it take
Cause the heartache be heatbreak, is my prediction
when you falsify and start fake, in my position
I'm a careful man, but a player when I ball
Got my eyes on you baby, can I call?

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

Unconditional Love

(What y'all want?)

Unconditional Love (no doubt)

Talking bout the stuff that don't wear off

It don't fade

It'll last for all these crazy days

These crazy nights

Whether you wrong or you right

I'm a still love you

Still feel you

Still there for you

No matter what (hehe)

You will always be in my heart

With unconditional love

Verse One:

Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealing

How many caskets can we witness

Before we see it's hard to live

This life without God, so we must ask forgiveness

Ask mama why God deserved to die

Witness the tears falling free from my eyes

Before she could reply

Though we were born without a silver spoon

My broken down TV, show cartoons in my living room (hey)

One day I hope to make it

A player in this game

Mama don't cry, long as we try

Maybe things change

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

A life where we don't need no welfare

Shit with our whole family

Maybe it's me that caused it

The fighting and the hurting

In my room crying cause I didn't want to be a burden

Watch mama open up her arms to hugging

And I ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditionl love

Chorus: 2x

In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see

Though things change, the future's still inside of me

We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark

So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love

Verse Two:

Just got the message you've been calling all week

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

But you know, with you and me it's on G

We could never be enemies, cause you been such a good friend to me

Where would I be without my dogs

No wonder why when times get hard

Cause it ain't easy being who we are

Driven by my ambitions, desire higher positions

So I proceed to make Gs, eternally in my mission

Is to be more than just a rap musician

The elevation of today's generation

If could make 'em listen

Prison ain't what we need, no longer stuck in greed

Time to play and strategize, my family's gotta eat

When we make somethin out of nothing

No pleasure in the suffering, neighborhood would be good

If they could cut out all the busting

The liquor and the weed the cussing

Sending love out to my block

The struggle never stops (unconditional love)

Chorus

Verse Three:

I'll probably never understand ya ways

With everyday I swear I hear ya

Trying to change your ways while gettin paid at the same time

Just had a baby with the same eyes

Something inside, please let me die these are strange times

How come I never made it

Maybe it's the way the played it in my heart

I knew one day I gotta be a star

My hopes and all my wishes

So many vivid pictures, and all the currency

I'll never even get to see

This fast life soon shatter us

Cause after all the lights and screams

Nothing but my dreams matter

Hoping for better days

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

Cause everythang gonna be alright

Just lay your head on my shoulder

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Girl I'm a soldier (huh)

Never treated me bad, no matter who I was

You still came with that, unconditional love

Chorus 3x until fade

Under Pressure

(Tupac)

Under Pressure

Yeah, Babyyy

When tha pressures on...

Thug Life

when it's on it's on

(Tupac)

One of these days i'll

learn

don't fuck with trick ass niggas

cause they

turn into bitch ass niggas

i'm sick of bein stuck in tha county jail

my niggas clown

bring a pound

when they posten bail

smokein' blunts in tha driveway

my four-five screamin

fuck tha police

won't fly away, thug, till I die

you wonder why I'm made this way

I wasn't

turned out

I was raised this way

of thinkin

these are tha dreams of a young teen

sceam, and stack green on tha crack fiends

one time can't hold me

one of these days

we gotta bust back for tha homies

locked down in tha penitentry

finaly loose my mind

if tha pigs succeed

stress, smoken weed and nicoteen

but what a nigga really need is Thorozine

right before I die

i'll be curseing tha law

reincarnated bitch even worse than before

my four-four's givin payback

my underhanded plan

to get them niggas while they laid back

and big stretch hit tha scene with tha mini 14

servin suckers like dope fiends

and lead tha whole team

Under Pressure Nigga

That's right

(Stretch)

Never run

throw your gun in tha air

oh yeah

nigga bust ain't no time to spare

called tha ruffest mothafucker and we fuck shit up

and with tha stainless steel [???], we cut shit up

flash and blast a nigga with tha quickness

cock tha four pound motherfucker when I spit this and rip this

damn, my mind is in tha depths of hell

but when i'm walking on tha street kid my name rings bells

and I never fell

nigga I stand to tall

i'm just a thug motherfucker who was born to brawl

givin my all

so niggas wanna bring it to me

so i'ma sell my cocain

and lay they ass down 'G'

Under Pressure

(Tupac)

yeah, look here tho

Runnin wild

I never smiled as a juvenile

even now I keep a frown when I come around

don't ask me about tha past

it was all bad

shots blasted

will I last

in tha wrong path

in tha dark is where my heart saw tha most grief

mothafuckers is getten shanked over gold teeth

am I sick ?

cause i'm addicted to get splifted

watch tha stupid ass tricks get lifted

nothens changed

cause in tha came it's a steady aim

fuck friends

cause when in danger those niggas change

puff weed

and stuff G's in my sock G

call Ki's and Hennessy where tha glock be

Times passen will I last here another day

I put my gun away

and grab my AK

it's getten hectic

I can't call it

house full of alcoholics

now we're niggas under pressure

yeah, that's right...

Under Pressure, we're niggas under pressure

yeah

(Tupac and Stretch together repeated 11x)

When tha Pressures on it's a hit

Ski mask

Extra Gats

bring tha clips

don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

they stay silent

cause talk is cheap

Until The End Of Time (RP Remix)

[2Pac]
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be - through the misery that came to pass
The hard times made a true friend afraid to ask - for currency
But you could run to me when you need me and I'll never leave
I just need, someone to believe in, as you can see
It's a small thang to a true, what could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And come to knew he'd do the same thang if he could
Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
And half the times we be actin up call the cops
Bringin a cease to the peace that was on my block
It never stop, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be the same
Until the end of time

[Chorus]
So take, these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away, until the end of time
Until the end of time
Until the end of time

[2Pac]
Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids
So you know, I don't hang around the house much
This all night, money making got me outta touch, shit
Ain't flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs
My attitude got me walkin solo, ride out alone in my lo-lo
Watchin the whole world move in slow-mo
For quiet times disappear, listen to the ocean
Smokin 'Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin
Who can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homey had a baby by my old girl
But I ain't trippin I'm a player I ain't sweatin him
I sex his sister, had her mumble like a Mexican
His next of kin, no remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rappin the only thing I did good was scrappin
Until the end of time

[Chorus - 2X]

[2Pac]
Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?
To live my life as an Outlaw all along
Remain strong in this planet full of player haters
They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in the end drinkin Heneessy made all my enemies envy me
So cold when I flow eliminatin easily
Falls to they knees, they plead for they right to breath
While beggin me to keep the peace (haha)
What I can see closer to achieve
In times of danger don't freeze, time to be a G
Follow my lead I'll supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the trainin to make a G
Remember me, as an outcast Outlaw
Another album out, that's what I'm about, more
Gettin raw 'til the day I see my casket
Buried as a G while the whole world remembers me
Until the end of time

[Chorus]

Untouchable

[2Pac] (Intro)

Makaveli, I'm in the studio drunk then a muthafucka..
Ready to freestyle this shit and do it wild..
Live, for all my dogs.. For all my dogs out there raising hell,
just to see ya young nigga, raise the bail..
stepped out on the streets, fresh from jail,
all the police wanna rag and tell,
not knowing that I stacks my mail,
all these niggas wanna see me fail..
that's just the intro, as I sit back and rock this instrumental...

After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure it's pain,
even though we broke for the moment, we ballin' the game...
time to make yo mind military, be prepared for the bustas,
similar to bitches too scary and too near me be rushing...
visions of over-packed prisons,
feens and niggas thug livin',
pressures and 3 Strikes, hope they don't tell us...
they call it heater, amminition at grace,
move without a sound, let me slide down, pistols in place...
they got me feenin' for currency, the money it goes,
it's like I'm a, dreamin' senior season me ballin'...
official hated, and my enemies be hated, got the cops .4-5 stanchin' niggas pagers...
laid with a mark, soon as we start, but it's hard to quit,
started out drinkin' 40's, the hardest shit...
God Damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man,
nigga got my own plan, in my hand...
got the .45, I get it live to survive, make these niggas die,
while gettin' high though we cry...
when these thugs bud, niggas'll leave in they casket,
that's what you get for being playa hatin' bastards...
me and my click so ligit, we keep a 50 on us,
these niggas know, you can't touch us...
when they get to come against us, these niggas be defenceless and senseless,
knockin' niggas back on the fence...
my whole click be sick, and though we rip whole crews,
niggas knew we came through drinkin' 22's of brew,
and though we drink Hennessy, we provide our enemies with mo' shit,
though all the world so legit...
I read my name out, Makaveli with the Thug Life tatted on the bottom of my belly,
can these niggas understand this, my whole family is sick and so Scandalouz...
Let's intorduce my click, Kastro, when he blast yall niggas run to hide,
Napoleon will provide the game, let me explain while Edi provide shit for the needy and take from the greedy..
Khadafi, he's not sloppy and not a copy, he's the only one bring a gun, if you want it...
Young Noble bring the soul to the troop, let 'em know we come through in a bucket of BMW's...
we trouble you, the "W" for West Side, niggas die when they try to infultrate my crew...
we never hide, we ride, and die together,
and when you see my click we always ride forever...
me, my whole click is sick, we smoke sisamy, can you convince the G,
that they can come against me...
you can't see me on TV or live, niggas die when they try to come against me...
never hide, in my own zone in my own dome,
in my mind I'm a Don, niggas knew it once,
I came all out, splashed on niggas, will I dash on niggas,
once I mash these niggas, I'll be bader nigga...
it's me, Makaveli, a.k.a The Don of this whole click,
nigga you's slow sick...
that's my freestyle drunk and slow,
just so you bitch ass niggas in the back row now...
weather it's New York or Texas,
ride through in a Lexus,
a BMW, I trouble you,
so and forever this Big 'ol "W"...
hu-hu-hu, my Double R cruise, I'm a big rap star,
rockin' the grooves, niggas where ya at...
where you are is the back, in the front when you park this shit,
I keep a gat inside my trunk legit,
always, and though I'm on probabtion I still rock the nation,
out on bail,
though last year I was in jail,
raise hell, until I get my mail,
will I fail?..
hell naw nigga bite my nails...
I keep a manicure, though you panic,
you're still gone die
when Pac get high...
smokin' Indo, I roll my window down,
a smooth criminal, and though I pack this pound,
.3-5-7, .0-4-5, will I hide?..
will I die?..
will I ride?..
niggas never know why...
my whole crew, a family click,
always sick,
are we live though we struggle to survive in this muthafucka...
9-5 turn to 9-6, 9-6 turn to 9-7, I keep a .3-5-7 Mac 11...
back home I got a M-O, what I say, a Mini 14, ha ha...
my Double R, ride with my crew, ride with my crew,
you don't have a clue nigga when we comin' for you...
we hit the House of Blues actin' like fools, my nigga Fatal,
put a gun inside a club, I keep his fuckin' pre-nadle,
had to bang inside a chest, now I, bang as Veli, no-no-no,
with Makaveli I told him don't bring that gas out of Veli...
I said yo Fatal are you crazy, nigga pissin' all side in the front,
niggas said god damn them niggas is funny as hell...
what you want?.. you want the pump?..
hell naw them niggas don't want no beef,
that's why we left that muthafucka in a Rose,
a Limo I mean... well pick this out, to me,
I was sittin' in the back, then on some hits,
I did a dope as show, them niggas will always remember me...
came from India, Felizimo, was the call, yeah nigga I got Vasache on,
on mighty all them niggas want to fuck with me, yall know...
I always represent my people to the fullest,
yeah I'm that same muthafucka that took five, bullets...

Untouchable (Album Version)

(Intro: Tupac)

You niggas kill me
Why ya'll niggas don't wanna talk that shit when we in the physical form?
Why ya'll niggas get all shy when we right there next to you at the premiers?
(Laughs)
Ya'll niggas get alot of heart when you get up in the studio, huh?
?????? talk in the mic
Well do this for me would ya?
Next time you get the notion to talk about an Outlaw nigga
Or a nigga on the westside, the best side,
Call me...Call me nigga...Reach out and touch a nigga.
Cause if you don't do that,
And I hear one of you niggas sayin' something on the record,
Expect me nigga like you expect Jesus to come back,
Expect me nigga, I'm commin'.

From the pressure,
Yeah!,
You know how we do it,
Outlaw,
Ride on these suckas,
Ride on these suckas,

(Verse One: Tupac)

After the fire comes the rain
After the pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again
Time to make ya'll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to
Bitches too scary, get to near me we rush 'em
Visions of over packed prisons
Million's of niggas thug living
Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us
So pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh)
Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place
I'm sensing niggas is defenceless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost
Who can prevent me shooting senseless
At these niggas throats
Only wish to breed
I explode into a million seeds
Ya'll remember me
Legendary live eternally
Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation
Niggas screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em
Take them to places, stake they face then erase 'em and brake 'em
Murder motherfucker's at a rate and then quicken the pace

(Chorus 2x: Tupac)

Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
Outlawz, bustin' while we rushin'
We Untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
We Outlawz, rushi you, bustin' you
We Untouchable

(Verse Two: Gravy)

Uh Huh, Yeah
Ayo we won't stop
I let the four four pop
Tanqueray and alize
Man niggaz get shot
I smokin' on some ?? baby
You know it's all gravy
Calico's, AKs, niggas yellin' mayday, Payday
Soon as the red dots connect
All that haze and that dro', that Cali sticky icky,
Strictly 213, 818, 323, 310
We Outlawz baby

(Verse Three: Yaki Kadafi)

I'm surrounded by thugs, slugs
Crystal's and pistols, callin'
Copy murderers that be softer than tissues
Got my persona soulja dedicated to the fuckin' drama
My foes, retreat like crows when opposed by pros
Mashin' like piranhas or a pack of pits
Bodies get wasted, paper chasin' tryna stack a grip
Then my mob touched, for lots of loot to clutch
Clinging for a life which ain't much
And a lust for these guns to bust
Ain't no trust, for these herbs tryna question
Keep my burner on the dresser, wake up bustin' in the morning from the pressure

(Chorus 2x: Tupac)

Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
Outlawz, bustin' while we rushin'
We Untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
We Outlawz, rushin you, bustin' you
We Untouchable

(Verse Four: Fatal)

I never had a chance to be a buster I was raised hard
With the homies sheddin' tattoo tears out near the graveyard
I rep my Outlawz deeply,
Done seen to many real playas fall, To let the industry cheat me
Only behind the scenes do they see me as Tupac
The Don In this bitch with two glocks, I'm wrong
The homies still gon' roll,
And standin' with ya biggest G, You still gon' fold
I can guarantee you a loss
The homie Pac told me, I can guarantee you a boss
And it was him for a brief minute
Far as my life since he dissappeared
I still ain't found peace in it
But still strugglin' like Mumia Abu
It was 'bout to end truely, I knew
Named my daughter Asada
For that alone, make her more than a rider
Got every homie trigga finga under the set
Dope or guaranteed ??, my one-o-one will connect

(Chorus 2x: Tupac)

Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
Outlawz, bustin' while we rushin'
We Untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you goin' through
We Outlawz, rushin you, bustin' you
We Untouchable

Wanted Dead Or Alive

[2Pac]
Got me up against the fence, back against the wall
Get to actin like a fool, cause ain't no justice for the dog
Got to take it out on all y'all, better read the papers
all my homies goin crazy baby only God could save us
got my, min on currency hurry see I ain't worried
It's a gangsta party, so Bad Boy gettin buried
Snoop Dogg, why they fantasize? (fantasize)
When we ride, it's a must havin sets die, everytime

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

[2Pac]
We ballin in my opinion eternal was wild wheel spinnin
One sip a minute is represented for five minutes
Two of the livest wanted dead or alive
we riders inventers because we ain't quiet and watch the G's ride
Two of Amerikkkaz Most, straight out the West Coast
Bow down fool, this is Death Row
Been waitin way too long, bust out the pen, now it's on
C'mon, Snoop Dogg, time to bone

[Snoop Dogg]
Ain't nuttin changed too down to hang I slang a bang with a rhyme
Me and the homey Pac trippin Death Row on knobs
Gon survive by Eastside of DPG'z
Still creepin bump through the hood, always involved in the streets
(Westside!) Snoop Doggy Dogg homey, did you forget who I was
The Big Homey to you, there it is and there it was...
Now take a look through the eyes of G
and just ride to the rhythm of a gangsta beat

[2Pac]
All my homies tellin, me, ain't no love for a real G
You straight cowards all you playa haters kill me
Throw up your hands if you feel me
We gettin dollars homey Holla If You Hear Me
It's one time for my comrades doin bad lockdown
Fresh out bust the top and bounce drop down
Can you visualize perfection?
Cause every rider in my set labelled a vet best in their profession
Don't hold your breath, stick to Smith and Wessun
Steady study your lessons to keep the crowd guessin

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

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

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

Y'know? Yeah
Stay down
For real
Y'know? What it look like?
Mmm, what it feel like?
It ain't easy, y'know? Death Row

What'z Next (Album Version)

(Tupac talking)

Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
Now what's next?
Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do

(Verse One: Tupac)

Caught up in the middle
My life's a riddle
Don't let it get you
I wanna be legal
But it's this hustle that gets me richer
One love to my peoples making money
I could see your brother avoid all trouble
Beware of devil's, continue struggling
Cause nothings impossible, if there's a will there's a way
To get your mind on official business you can be paid
And it's been this way from the cradle to the grave, to get paid
My niggas do this every fucking day, we parlay
Through politics and conversation
It's information to my thug niggas in the congregation
Watch and bare witness, to the pleasures of participation
Separation is self-destruction what's needed is unification
Cause the world ain't hardly scared
If not prepared we sure to be buried and be no longer there
But no one cares instead of share, all we get is stares
Because the fear will evaporate if say ya' prayers
And what's next

(Chorus x2)

Hard living's got me going insane
But I'm addicted to the hustle
I'm trapped in the game
(What's next?)
I'm going crazy
(Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do?)
(What's next)

(Verse Two: A3)

It's on
Makaveli tried to warn us
But these niggas ain't listen to 'Pac
(Naw)
(Listen, listen)
Nigga really listen to 'Pac
He ain't got a jet (No)
Then you won't get it, might as well measure him up and have his ass fitted
(Why?)
I'm slipping dawg, tripping, didn't soak game
Game got his wig split like ?? on that aeroplane
Never will change, niggas with no name, no shame
I'll open ya' head for that gold chain
I stay posted like a flag
Staring through my rear-view, ballin in a Jag
Bounce with me
Cali body rock down in H-Town
We gon' put these artificial busters in they place now
Time for a change
Real niggas rolling with me
Money making swift decisions we controlling the streets
Side tracked by the broads and the fraud's
Ain't it strange it's the reason so many niggas get scared in the game
What's next?

(Chorus x2)

(Verse Three: Jay Rock)

That money gotta make it
What I gotta do to make it?
Do I gotta really gotta take it
Put this ?? to your face it
Doing what we gotta do to survive
Just ask Kweli, doing what we do to get by
Some niggas stick to a crime
Picture nickel and dimes
What the fuck we suppose to do?
Who gon' give us a job?
So I tried and I tried, tried to get out the grind
But the block kept on calling me back
Feinds kept on calling for Crack
So I supply them with that
Gave them a reason to feind
Don't blame it on me nigga
Shit, just look where I'm at
????
Niggas is heartless, hustle regardless
Look
That dope spot it use an apartment
But now it's just a place to hide the guns in the closet
Watch ya' step, shift ya' gram's under the carpet
We just trying hard not to see that coffin
What's next?

(Chorus x2)

Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
Now what's next?
Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
Now what's next?

What'z Ya # Number

What'z ya phone number

Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes.

It's instrumental.

Waitin for the nimphoes.

That's the intro.

Shoot when ya rush me.

Walked up and touched me.

Why? Do you want to fuck me?

Just cuz I'm paid in the worst way? True.

Lookin kind a good in your birthday suit.

I wonder if your wild and ya act shy.

Do you like to be on top or the back side?

Watch me while you lick your lips, shake your hips.

Goddamn, I love that shit.

Yo, let's stop fakin and be real now.

I got a room and a hard on. Still down?

Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes.

Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes.

When we head for my hideout, act right.

Boss playa when I ride out, that's right.

What'z ya phone number?



If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready.

Baby, let me give you a call.

How long will it take to break you off?

(Repeat once more)



Oh shit, baby is a dime piece.

Wanted this fine seat.

??????????????

If I see ya right.

Now she can get me.

Hor didn't wanna talk to me till she see my car.

Never had sez with a rich rap star

Till I got her in the back of my homeboy's car.

Tell me, why do we live this way?

Money over bitches.

Let me here you say:

What'z your phone number?

Are you alone?

Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone.

Time for your girlfriend to take you home.

I had fun,

But baby, gotta leave me alone.

Picture in my rhyme.

Take time to rewind these ? words I say.

If you open your mind,

Bet in a minute you'll find it's time.

Let the Outlaws play.

What'z ya phone number.



Chorus repeats 2X



(Girl and Tupac converse)

G:Hello?

2:Hello? who is this?

G:Is this Tupac?

2:This is who?

G:Is this Tupac?

2:Yeah, it's Tupac. Who dis?

G:Hi baby. How are you?

2:I'm aiight. What' up baby?

G:You don't recognize the voice?

2:You recognize my voice, huh?

G:Do you recognize MY voice?

2:Nah, I know you?

G:Yeah, you know me. I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talkin.

2:Where I know you from? Where I know you from?

G:You just know me, baby.

2:Where? Talk up I can't barely hear you.

G:You know me from when we were, you know, intimate.

2:Oh, we fucked?

G:Oh baby, did we ever.

2:Oh, tell me about it baby.

G:I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and

stroked it up and down.

2:OOOOH!

G:Then I put it in my mouth. I fucked it.

2:Ooh, you did.

G:Ooh, I did.

2:Shit!

G:Fucked it and fucked it. Put me in. You came.

2:Did I come?

G:Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. You don't remember me yet?

2:I'm starting to get a picture. Why don't you help me out.

What did I do to the pussy? What a nigga do to the pussy?

G:You rocked it.

2:Did I?

G:Yeah, you did.

2:Did I do some of that Thug Passion?

G:Mmmmmm

2:Heh, heh. Eh, so what cha doin right now, though?

G:Me and my finger are gettin aquainted.

2:How many you got?

G:I got ten. But only one is workin.

2:Oh, well can I come over there?

G:If you want to.

2:Do I want to? Do a bear shit in the woods and

wipe his ass with a rabbit.

G:Mmm. You gon rock it baby?

2:Hell yeah, I'm gon rock it baby.

G:Like you did before?

2:No dizoubt. You gon feel that Thug Passion for real.

G:Mmmm, baby.

2:I'm on my way though. I'm about to fly over there in a 500.

It ain't gon take but a minute. Eh, light the candles.

Get the baby oil out. Turn all the lights out. Drink a little

bit of that shit. I'm on my way babe. I'm gon knock that pussy

to the next week.

G:Knock it out, baby, knock it out.

2:I'm gon knock the taste out yo mouth, girl. I'm gon put your legs on

your head. I'm a tie you up, blindfold you. And we gon play which hole

feel the best.

G:You know which hole feel the best.

2:We fin to see tonight, though.

G:I'm gon make you remember me.

2:Oh, yeah.

G:Yeah.

2:Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can't find the steering shift you got me

so fucked up. I'm playin with myself and shit.

G:Can I shift your gear?

Whatcha Gonna Do?

Yawn)
(hahaha)
And ugh

I started out dumb
Sprung off a hood rat
Listening to the radio
Wishing that I could rap
But nothing changed
I was stuck in the game
Cause everybody in the industry was fucking me man
Listen
I've got a scheme
Break away do my own thing
Drop some conversation
Sit back and let the phone ring
Niggas they wanna see me rise
'97 watch me cut these motherfuckers down to size
And if I catch another case
Lord knows how they hate me
Got a playa in the court room
Please don't let them frame me
I've been dealt a lot of bad cards
Living as a thug
Count my blessings
Don't stress in this land with no love
Maybe if they see me rolling
Look at all this green I'm holding
I guess that's why the envious
Get their eye swollen
Hoping the heavenly farther love a hustler
Be the hardest nigga on earth to ever bust a nut
My homies tell me have a heart
Fuck they feelings
I've been trying to make a million since we started
We cold hearted
Niggas in masks that'll blast at the task force
Empty out my clip
Time to mash
They asked for it
Me Makaveli I'm a motherfucker
We break bread
Now we thug brothers (huhuh)
Niggas talk a lot of nonsense
I choose to ignore
A war
They ain't ready for it (huhuh)

[Chorus]

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)

[Verse 2: Young Noble & Kastro]

My nine is thuglord
My mind on my grind
Outlawz is my heart
They shine when I shine

My ryhme is my grind
My team be on role
Proceed with the onslaught
Indeed they on top
They all marks
And its an outlaw holocaust

When I got the sawed-off

Niggas gettin' halved off

Yer, nigga beware
Stand clear

This nigga's scared

Man I don't really care
I've been lost loved (loved)
My heart need a hug (hug)
My bite leave blood (blood)
Fight with a grudge

The life of a thug nigga, might need gloves
But you will never know
With a price on your mug
And fight strips snug right around your hands
Niggas sure you can never grab the mic again
Dog you fucking with a grown man

And I can't afford to loose
Where we from niggas told to do
So what cha ya wann' do?

[Chorus]

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)

[Verse 3: Tupac]

Watch me clown
Give me loving when I'm high
I'ma outlaw baby I'll be thugging 'till I die
In drop-top double r
Life as a rap star
Hustle like a crack fiend
'Till they catch me
Go ask somebody to your show
Watch them niggas out the sight of mah night scope
Cooking white dope
Got mah nigga 25 to life stretched out
Trying to have all the better things in life
Well Makaveli
A born leader 10 millimeter
Changing niggas future like a schizophrenic palm reader
Heeds from out the bible I read
See the meek shall inherit the earth
And the strong will lead
Hittin' weed like it alright
I'm in the studio
Making music all night
My enemies cry whenever I rise
They hated 'till death
Try to beat me out my last breath
What cha gonna do?

[Chorus]

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)

When I Get Free

Intro:

*the first three notes of Taps plays*

M.A. Parks, C57797, you have a visitor

Right there, stall three

Hi baby.

Whassup honey?

Hey you know it's just only one more week until family visit.

Yeah I'ma rock them drawers.

A-heh.

Yeah but you know did you take care of that bidness I asked you to do?

I made those deposits.

Okay that's cool you bring that shit?

Yeah I got it.

Awright see that guard over there?

Mmm-hmm.

When you get done just hand him the shit, he know whassup.

Awright. Hey you know E just got cracked, he's in jail now.

What?

Yeah, Go-Go's out. I just saw him runnin around the other day.

Ahh, fuck that fool. But anyway, what's happenin with my moms?

She gave me a message for you:

She said she's sorry she couldn't be here today, but she'll be here

next week.

Awright well check this out, I got somethin real important

I want you to tell her

[guard] C'mon c'mon this shit's over with.

*commotion breaks out*

[girl] I'm not done talking to him!

[guard] C'mon boy, back to your cell.

Shut that shit up bitch! He's outta here, c'mon.

[guy] Don't be callin my woman no bitch! I'll fuck you up!

[guard] Yeah yeah fool, what? Yeah yeah that's what they all say fool.

You institutionalized, and this is your home...

Guess who's back, and ready to knock off a cop or two

Cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off

The penetentiary don't stop a nigga cause he's in jail

Hell I'm makin more money on the street from here in a cell

I'm livin proper, the coppers is havin fits

I just made the profit, you punks ain't stoppin shit

I still remember my momma told me

Find the cop who killed your brother

send him to Hell lookin homely

Cause a real nigga love the law

What's raw is a nigga that's above the law

Keep pressin your luck and get fucked, huh

Think a nigga don't know whassup cause he's locked up

But in the meantime, it's get swoll get clean time

Concentrate on gettin green time

And as the years go by, they forgot

about the small time soldier from the block, huh

To kill the crook they threw the book at me

Don't worry be nappy, don't even look happy

Put me in the hole, gave me cold cuts

Did push-ups until I swoll up

And then they offer me a furlough

But what they don't know as soon as I get free I'm killin five mo'

They asked me if I changed much

I told em 'Yeah' even though I'm still the same nut

They started askin my questions about my brother

And makin remarks about my mother, hmm

Wait a minute, hold up

Makin jokes about my folks'll get yours blown up

They sent me back to the hole for what I told em

I guess he didn't believe me, so I showed him

He went home to find a tragedy

Nigga, that's what you get for tryin to badger me

And anybody else that wanna sweat me

I'm already in jail so you punks can't get me

You better pray they never see me

Cause if they let me free, prepare for trouble on the streets.

When I get free

Chorus: When I get free (3X)

Chorus

When I Get Free II

Ay Trusty Trusty, what you want man?

Aww nigga let me get one of them ciggarettes, damn!

Shit, come on bastard, get the phone for a nigga

Use the phone, aww nigga get the phone for me man

What's the number? 323-6545, tell her it's Pac

Chorus: repeat 2X

When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass

Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash

Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street

There'll be trouble when they see me

I heard a snicker a laugh, I take a look at the evening news

And see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue

Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck

These motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but

I slip as quick as the wind, it's me again, fuck friends

My foes be on a mission, tryin to do me in

Fuck em I'm out to get out, they all thought

I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off

Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?

And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch

Maintain with a nigga meal ticket only if you with the real

The nigga will kick it, I'll enforce it with the steel

These are lessons that I learned in jail

Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell

Now I'm workin with connects that I got in the pen

In no time I'll be clockin again

Chorus

Heyyy, still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past

Tryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash

Quick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side

My cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died

And my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe

me and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze

Cause she keep on callin me baby, to a young

motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make me crazy

Now how long will it take, to get a hook

Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks

I devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives

but man, ain't no disguise I'ma die as a man

If we make it then I'm takin it to Hell

all them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in a cell

Locked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned, in misery

The nigga you don't wanna see

Chorus 3X

When I get free, believe that shit

Yeah nigga fuck your cigarette, fuck that phone call motherfucker

I'll be out this motherfucker in a few days

I'll pay these bitches back in spades

Punk ass bastards, long as my AK flexes

we gonna play these bitches

That's how we do this shit

Fuck that I'm out, C.O. turn the fuckin lights out!

When Thugs Cry

When thugs cry..
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my guns to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
God (?), when thugs cry, too much is hard

[2Pac]
Born thuggin and lovin the way I came up
Big money clutchin, bustin while evadin cocaine busts
My pulse rushin, send my (?) into insanity
Shout at my cousin now we bustin if they yo' family
The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried
I got a line on the D.A. cause I'm fuckin his secretary
I black out and start cussin, bust 'em and touch 'em all
They panic and bitches duckin, I rush 'em and fuck 'em all
I'll probably be an old man before I understand
why I had to live my life with pistols close at hand
Kidnapped my homey's sister, cut her face up bad
They even raped so we blazed they pad
Automatic shots rang out, on every block
They puttin hits out on politicians, even cops, I ain't lyin
They got me sleepin with my infrared beams
And in my dreams I hear motherfuckers screamin
What is the meaning, when thugs cry?

[Chorus: singers]
Oh why, children send your child off to die
In the streets of chalk where they lie
Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry
Dear God..
Oh why, does it have to be this way, our
children of today won't stay wise
Let the children hear when thugs cry
Dear God.. oh why..

[("When thugs cry") on line 4, first time only]
[("thugs cry") on line 6, first time only]

[2Pac]
Heh.. maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin
Where is the love? Never quit my ambition to thug
Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary
Niggaz I used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries
But still homey keep it real, how does it feel
to lose your life, over somethin that you did as a kid?
You all alone, no communication, block on the phone
Don't get along with yo' pop, and plus your moms is gone
Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the song
to help us grow at times, but now our minds are gone
We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches
We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches
But somethin changed in this dirty game, everything's strange
Lost all my homies over cocaine.. mayne
See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie
See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

[Chorus]

[2Pac]
And all I see is these paranoid bitches, illegal adventures
Bustin motherfuckers with uppercuts, I leave 'em with dentures
Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don
I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone
Why perpetrate like you can handle my team?
So merciless that my attack'll take command of your dreams
Leavin motherfuckers drownin in they own blood
Clownin takin pictures later
Laugh bout the punk bitches, that turned snitches
Regulate my area, the terror I represent
Makin yo' people disappear, you wonderin where they went?
Am I cold or is it just I sold my soul?
Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm told
Come take my body God, don't let me suffer any longer
Smoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't long
Where is the end to all my misery, is there a close?
I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry

[Chorus]

[2Pac over Chorus]
I shed tattooed tears for years
for my dead homeboys and my prison peers
Y'all ain't never heard my cries
Now you wonder why would you die?

[Chorus]

When We Ride

[Featuring Outlawz]

Outlaw Immortalz

Bow down to somethin greater than yourself trick

Individuals capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swolls

They know

You watchin but you ain't seein what lies before you, beatch

Picture if you will seven deadly human beings

blessed with the gift to speak, the power to reach

each nigga on every street

May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud

of what transpired since the day the seed was planted

The G grew but we knew he'd rise up quick

Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into shit

Just me and my dogs livin like hogs

Outlaw Immortalz

What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue

What lies between is the fiction

Don't fuck around and make it true

[Tupac]

Hahahahahaha

My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe

I pull revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me

Plus my alias is Makaveli

A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a nigga bellt

Bust him to see if he bleed, he shoulda never fucked around

with a sick-ass nigga like me

They call my name out and niggaz run, best be prepared

for the Outlawz, here we come

[Hussein Fatal]

They call me Hussein fatal, it's a two game table

I'm robbin ya niggaz cradle wit a knife in your navel

Rap-related criminally activated and evil

I wouldn't wanna be you behind my fuckin Desert Eagle

Till the end, I'm tellin all friends and enemies

You see what I got to make you freeze, to touch me you need ten of

these

Complete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast

Young Gunz fire and niggaz bleed, I see Mo

[Mopreme]

I be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols

The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials

Sew up all the potential, million, billion dollar baller potential

Sort it, oughta call on a nigga I'll be sure to get you

Take cash bro, fast yo, for my Kastro

Blast and I'ma last yo past all these Glass Joes

and assholes who claim, like they be runnin thangs

I be gunnin those same niggaz runnin late, to their fate

[Napoleon]

My alias is motherfuckin Na-poleon, and I'd rather be

robbin again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin

But the shit ain't nothin, and I got no time for no bluffin

befo' a nigga finish with puttin in work I betta end up with somethin

I think these niggaz got the game fucked up

If they don't believe, that a young nigga like me, would bust

(Boo-Yaa!)

Perhaps it's a must, I'm facin cases, fuck probation

is what I'm screamin when these money hungry cops be chasin

Chorus: Tupac

Thug nigga till we die, no mercy

on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride!

Thug nigga till we die, no mercy

on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride!

[Mussolini]

It's the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini

Mentally unstable juice status, so you can't see me

Drug warlord, riding Concorde jets

Rag Vette's, shakin bitches and snitches and trippin on sets

Ingle-Watts banger, keepin one in the chamber

For the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride

Suicidal thoughts lurkin there can no end to revenge

Fuck any, my alias Mussolini

[Idi Amin]

They call me Idi, from the side of seedy

Young nigga greedy, so I'm runnin up on these niggaz easy

It ain't nuttin, cause if they wantin somethin, so I'ma commence

to dumpin stomp down and struck up while my beat is bumpin, Thuggin

to my fuckin last nut, with Lo-Pole and Kastro

Who you thought was on that asshole, don't ask though

Outlaw Immortalz doin this dit-nirt on the sli-zow

Ain't no chance to hide when we ride

[Khadafi]

My alias Khadafi, Trump tight so feds can't copy

Six-three and cocky quick to hit your bitch if she drop me

Severely addicted to livin like a fuckin felon

while beefin with rookie cops the cookie rocks a nigga sellin

Since a short I been livin life defiant, nickel plated chrome

Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant, and I ain't lyin

It's like it's me against myself with all these

backstabbin snakes grabbin at my fuckin wealth

[Mo Khomani]

Mo Khomani goes terrorist, mad man killer

The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers

I'm that nigga with the fifty-cow couch, with the murderous stacks

that increase, while these motherfuckers eat beef

It's been a long road, a lot of episodes

And as the glock loads, I gotta teach hoes

Reach hoes, make em feel a nigga when I'm mashin

Now I'm surpassin any assassin

Chorus 2X

[Tupac]

Hahahaha, Outlaw Immortalz baby

Y'all niggaz can't fade this ol crazy shit

Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Khadafi, Mussolini

Amin, Naploleon, Khomani

What y'all really wanna do?

Haha like them niggaz said

"What would you do? If you could fuck with me and my crew"

Hehahahahaha, Thug Life, yeah nigga

Flashin on niggaz

Thug Life right? This year we Thug Life

But we Outlaw Immortalz

We die nigga, but we multiply, we like legends nigga

Like I'll make you famous motherfucker

I'm talkin about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good shit

My niggas make the papers baby

My niggas make the front page

Multiple gunshots (fades)

When We Ride On Our Enemies

Mob Deep trying to diss now to uh, (laughing) well I ain't prejudice,

I don't

give a fuck, this is what it sounds like when we ride on our enemies

Hey got some static

with some niggas on the other side of town

let my little cousin K roll

he's a rider now

what they want from us mothafuckn thug niggas

it's the love nigga

now i plug niggas

it's slug niggas

am I wrong

niggas making songs

trying to get with us

plus we gone off the stress

we in the west we trust

to the chest I bust

then we ride to the sun comes

shining back to brighten up the sky

how many die

heard the Fugees was trying to do me

look bitch I vut your fate

this ain't no mothafuckn movie

then we watch the other two die slow

castrated inetated in the mothafuckn side show

bands at my planet mo

time to exterminate my fo's

I can't stand you hoe's

now label this my fuckn trick shot

my lyrics running all you cowards out of Hip-Hop

when we ride on our enemies

(Chorus) x2

when we ride on our enemies, I bet you mothafuckas die when we ride on

our

enemies

Come take a journey through my minds eye

you cross the game

don't explain nigga

time to die

say good bye

watch my eyes when I pull the trigger

so right before you die

you pry before a bigger nigga

dry your eyes

you was heartless

on your hits

niggas love to scream peace

after they start some shit

pay attention here the words to those that rob me

I murdered you

then I run a train on Mob Deep

don't fuck with me

nigga you barely living

don't you got single cell

see me having sezure on stage

you ain't feeling well hell

how many niggas want to be involved

see i was only talking to Biggie

but I'll kill all of you'll

then ?Ball? tell the rat to keep her mouth closed

fuck around and get tossed up

by the fuckn Outlawz

before I leave make sure everybody heard

know I meant every mothafuckn word

when we ride on our enemies

when we ride on our enemies

make sure everybody dies when we ride on our enemies x2

Where Do We Go From Here (interlude)


Power.. pow.. power...

Guess who's back? Hahaha, here we go

It's ninety-fo', what's next?

Power.. enter my world

I guess this year gonna be a motherfucker for real niggaz

I swear these playa haters done got a taste of power

It ain't all good in the hood

Least not on my side, from where I stand

And the law? Man, fuck the law!

Niggaz must outthink, outstep, and continue to outsmart

the motherfuckin law, in every way

Key word in ninety-four is 'down low'

Gots to be struggling

I see how the rich got theirs

Nigga I'm legit, shit

Where do we go from here?

(Who's afraid, of the punk police?

To my niggaz run the streets, fuck peace) --> repeat in background

Heyyy niggaz, where your heart at?

See motherfuckers killin babies, killin mommas

Killin kids, puttin this in they motherfuckin mark

Now what type of mixed up trick would kill the future of our race

before he would he look his enemy dead in the eye, and open fire?

These crazy motherfuckers got toys with guns

Jails for guns, but still, no god damn jobs

And they wonder why we loc'n up

Where do we go from here?

Where do we go?

*singers singing variations of 'Where do we go from here'*

All you niggaz out there

The clouds shook, the world listened

We stood together in April of ninety-two

With duty, and a sense of honor

There is no limit to what WE can achieve

That's all on us... us...

Not my niggaz, not the whites, not the enemies

or none of them motherfuckers, US

What can WE do? Shit

I declare a death sentence to all child molestors

Fake-ass bitches, male and female

And all you punk-ass snitches

We can do without your asshole

Let no man break, what we set

Where do we go from here?

Rest in peace, to Cato, I miss you

All the other real G's that passed away in ninety-three

In ninety-four, and more

What do we do? For us?

Who Do U Believe In?

Tupac Talking]

Heavenly Father
Hear a nigga down here
Before I go to sleep
Who do you believe in?
Who do you believe in?

[Tupac]

I see mothers in black crying
Brothers in packs dying
Plus everybody's high
Too doped up to ask why
Watching our on downfall, witness the end
It's like we don't believe in God cause we living in sin
I asked my homie on the block why he strapped
He laughed
Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast
It's just another murder
Nobody mourns no more
My teardrops getting bigger
But can't figure what I'm crying for
Is it the miniature caskets?
Little babies
Victims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy
Maybe its just the drugs
Visions of how the block was
Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us
Perhaps the underlying facts they hide
Explain genocide
It's when we ride on our own kind
What is it we all fear?
Reflections in the mirror
We can't escape fate
The end is getting nearer

[Chorus] 2x

Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God
Blessed and still breathing
And even though it's hard
That's who I believe in
Before I'm leaving
I'm asking the grieving
Who do you believe in?

[Tupac]

Can't close my eyes cause all I see is terror
I hate the man in the mirror
Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer
Times of Armageddon
Murder in mass amounts
In this society where only getting the cash counts
I started out as a beginner
Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner
I make my money and vacate, evade prison
Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven
And all the Hennessey and weed can't hide
The pain I feel inside
You know
It's like I'm living just to die
I fall on my knees and beg for mercy
Not knowing if I'm worthy
Living life thinking no man can hurt me
So I'm asking
Before I lay me down to sleep
Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me
My misery
I rose up from the slums
Made it out the flames
In my search for fame
Will I change?
And I'm asking

[Chorus] x2

[Kadafi]

Faith in Allah, believe in me, and it's plastic
Cause so far I done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets
With they chest plates stretched like elastic
And what's worse I'm on front line
Holding down camp still mashing
Heard my cousin
One of the old heads from the block
Just came home October of 95
Back in Yardville stuck with a three to five
If he don't act up
Now he realize
If you don't stay wise
Then in this game you fucked
Talk to my baby girl
Give me the word on what she heard
One of the grimmies is snitching
Diming, a stool pigeon
I talked to him
He said he didn't
My man said he did, in fact he sure
Cause he just came home off a bid

[Chorus] x2

Who do you believe in?
Is it Buddah, Jehova
Or Jah? Or Allah?
Is it Jesus? Is it God?
Or is just yourself?
Definitely, not to be imposed
Even a demon
Cause this is the joy of the movement
Men, to believe in yourselves
But for sure, the higher power
Resides only to ride through the heart of the true
From the soul, of the man
For truth never has an alibi
In the poetry or in this round
That's what pulls our words together
Just to understand
That every man is his own man
And only man can satisfy the man
Only the soul of the man
The feelings of the man
The for realness of the man
You can't shake the man when you feel the man
You know the man
And you gotta call yourself because you are that man

Tupac over Female Singing

Who do you believe in? (I put my faith in God)
Put my faith in God, and
Blessed and still breathing
Even though it's hard (who do you believe in?)
That's who I believe in (even though it's hard)
Before I'm leaving
I'm asking the grieving (who do you believe in?)
Who do you believe in?
Who do you? (blessed and still breathing)
Oh, blessed (before I'm leaving, I'm asking the grieving)
Oh, blessed (who do you believe In)

Who Do You Believe In

featuring Yaki Kadafi



(2pac talking)

Heavenly Father

heal a nigga down here

who do u believe in who do u believe in



2pac

I see mothers in black crying

Brothers in packs dying

Plus everybodies high

Too doped up to ask whyW

atching our on downfall

Witness the end, It's like we don't believe in Go

dCuz we living in sin

I asked my homie on the block

Why he strapped he laughed

pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blasted

It's just another murder

Nobody mourns no more

My tear drops getting bigger

but can't figure what I'm crying for

Is it the miniature caskets, little babies

Victims of a stray from drug dealers gone crazy

Maybe its just the drugs

Visions of how the block was

Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us

Perhaps the underlying fact saty high

Explain genocide

Its when we ride on our own kind

What is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror

We can't escape fateThe end is getting nearer



[Chorus](Repeat 2x)[Tupac]

Who do you believe in?

I put my faith in god, blessed but still breathing

And even though it's hard

Thats who I believe in, before I'm leaving

The mask and the grieving

Who do you believe in?



[Tupac]

Can't close my eyez cuz all I see is terror

I hate the man in the mirror

Cuz his perfection makes the pain turn realer

Times of armageddon, murder in mass amounts

In this society where only getting the cash counts

I started out as a beginner

Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner

I make my money and vacate, evade prison

Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven

And all the hennesey and weed can't hide

The pain I feel inside

You know its like I'm living just to die

I fall on my knees and beg for mercy

Not knowing if I'm worthy

Living life thinking no man can hurt me

So I'm asking before I lay me down to sleep

Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me

My misery, I rose up from the slums

Made it out the flamesIn my search for fame will I change?

And I'm asking



[Chorus]

Who Do You Love

chorus: maybe its the thug in me

(verse 1)

Ever since I was a young scrub
I was a thug on the corner with my niggaz slangin drugs
Im runnin from the (narcs????) when they pass by dont ask why
Im a hustler till my ass die
Even if I do come up I be ready when they run up, huh
Ill be a nut to put my gun up, huh
I never trust these hoes at all, fucking with them tramp ass sluts who suppose to fall
since she played you for you money but the shit was cool
Guess its true niggaz be bitches 2
you cant see how she worked you, all up in her skirt
now you looking like a jerk, cause she hurt you
now heads up dont be a playa hater
Just peep game keep your mind on your money watch the bitch change
see hoes love thugs, and thugs love loot
hand it over motherfucker before I shoot
Who do u love

(chorus)
Maybe its the thug in me
Who do you love?

(verse 2)

Im livin that
Thug life baby, steady smoking indo going crazy
baby come and hug me when you rub me, turn the lights down
we in the dark do you love me
everyboy is talking bout they know me
but they aint down like my motherfucking homies
tell me what you need when you see me
and we can get it on biatch take it easy
dont try to hold me, control me
but you can take my number, baby call me when you lonely
cause its a mans world, aint no need to ask why
Im high till i die, and strapped with my 4-5
cause you can loose it in the gutter
I wonder if I die by the hands of another broke motherfucker
they call me the alcoholer Im all in, thug 4 life nigga ballin
Im gettin tired of these hoes tryna play me
you cant fade me, me and my niggaz going crazy
all day long Im straight thuggin, and contantly mean muggin
breakin the bitches that be buggin, tell me who do you love

(chorus)

Maybe its the thug in me
Who do you love?

Why U Turn On Me

Outlaw nigga, westside throw it up, use to have love for me, why u

turning on

me, why me, yeah nigga westside, how you do it

I went from nothing to something

now they all see me fall

and the playahaters hate to see a thug hit the ballers

they say we hate the eastcoast

but thats funny

got a lot of love for any niggas getting money

I made a song about my enemies and niggas trip

it was hip-hop until 2pac fucked Biggie's bitch

you'll niggas need to get your bitch made

either love me or hate me

but real thug niggas get paid

have me catching cases all across the nation

I went to jail to bail to barely on probation

and got a playa facing three strikes and we right

just balst God bless the child that can get cash

but all these niggas turning and never learning

got a long line of niggas playa hating me

but getting bird

talk a lot of shit

but you trick and trash

like the mac making a fall back

and stick your ass for back staping

Never thought it would come

use to have love for me

now they turning on me

why me. why you'll niggas tripping

use to have love for me

now they turning on me

why me

It started so innocent

but ended in the fiftiesm

I vote you juvenile deliquents

we still peacing

plain catching hits

you diss the herts

fuck school you was skipping (laughing)

you were sleeping on the curb

me and you no close than two

while drinking brew

what you need nigga

anything it will come to me nigga

you can wear my clothes and my gold for the hoes

gave you the keys to the jeep

or my home is a open door

but then you victimed in a direction

in a blink of an eye

my time away just made perfection

did you think I would die

I never got a single visit

yet I carry on

all my old friends to busy now my money is gone

said I got raped in jail picture that (laughing)

revenge is a pay back bitch

get your gat

fuck Wendy Williams and I pay back, fuck you

on the next knit down your throat

for turning on me

Use to have love for me

now they turning on me

why me

fat bitch can't fuck with me, it's thug life biatch, I use to have

love for

them but now they turing on me, why me, I fuck around put a hit on

your fat

ass, I'll put Jenny Craig on your fat ass, you fatro, anybody seen

Wendy

William's fat ass, why you always wearing Spandex, you fat bitch, I

know your

pussy stinks, you fat hoe, I'm putting Jenny Craig on you bitch, I'm

about to

put a &20,000 dollar hit through Jenny Craig to come find your fat ass

and put

you in a fat farm bitch, thug life, outlawz, wetside, bitch, it's

Tupac so you

now who said it, and everybody who didn't like what I said about that

other

trick Mob Deep, fuck you too nigga, ig the nigga didn't want to get

talked

about, he never should have stepped in the mothafuckn ring, if Tyson

doesn't

want to get knocked out, he don't step in the mothafuckn ring, that's

how the

shit goes, if Tyson get in the fuckn ring, he knocks mothafuckas out,

well

that's what Tupac going to do, when niggas come against me, I'm going

to knock

their punk ass out, one way or the mothafuckn other, this own

mothafucka is

nigga and it's outo nigga, theres more than one way to skin a gat,

theres more

than one way to shoot a gat, theres one more than one way to die

nigga, when

I'm through everybody cry's nigga, this is how we do it, why you'll

turning on

me, why me

Wonder Why They Call U

Chorus: 2Pac

You wonda why they call U bitch

You wonda why they call U bitch.

You wonda why they call U bitch

You wonda why they call U bitch.

You wonda why they call U bitch

You wonda why they call U bitch.

Verse One: 2Pac

Look here Miss Thang

hate to salt your game

but yous a money hungry woman

and you need to change.

In tha locker room

all the homies do is laugh.

High five's cuz anotha nigga

played your ass.

It was said you were sleeezy

even easy

sleepin around for what

you need

See it's your thang

and you can shake it how you wanna.

Give it up free

or make your money on the corner.

But don't be bad and play the game

get mad and change.

Then you wonda why these muthafuckas

call you names.

Still lookin' for a way out

and that's OK

I can see you wanna stray

there's a way out.

Keep your mind on your money,

enroll in school.

And as the years pass by

you can show them fools.

But you ain't tryin' to hear me

cuz your stuck,

you're headin' for the bathroom

'bout to get tossed up.

Still lookin' for a rich man

you dug a ditch,

got your legs up

tryin' to get rich.

I love you like a sista

but you need to switch

and that's why they called

U bitch, I betcha.

Chorus

Verse Two: 2Pac

You leave your kids with your mama

cuz your headin' for the club

in a skin tight miniskirt

lookin' for some love.

Got them legs wide open

while you're sittin' at the bar

Talkin' to some nigga

'bout his car.

I guess he said he

had a Lexxxus, what's next?

You headin' to his car for some sex

I pass by

can't hold back tears inside

cuz, lord knows

for years I tried.

And all the other people

on my block hate your guts

Then you wonda why they stare

and call you slut.

It's like your mind don't understand

you don't have to kill your

dreams ploten'

schemes on a man

Keep your head up, legs closed, eyes open

either a nigga wear a rubber or he die smokin'

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

and niggas wouldn't call you bitch, I betcha.

Chorus

Verse Three: 2Pac

I guess times gettin' hard

even harder for you

cuz, hey now, got a baby

on the way now

More money from the county

and thanks to the welfare

you're about to

get your hair done.

Got a dinner date

can't be late

trick or treat, sweet thang

got anotha trick to meet.

The way he did it

it was smooth

plottin' while he gamin' you

So baby, peep tha rules.

I shoulda seen it in the first case

the worst case

I shoulda never called you back

in the first place.

I remember back in high school

baby you was fast

straight sex

and barely move your ass.

But now things change

cuz you don't look the same

let the ghetto get the best of you

baby, that's a shame

Caught HIV and now you 'bout to be deceased

and finally be in peace.

So where your niggas at now

cuz everybody left

they stepped

and left you on your own

See I loved you like a sista

but you died to quick

And that's why we called U bitch, I betcha.

Chorus

Outro: 2Pac

Dear Ms. Deloris Tucker

keep stressen me

fuckin' with a muthafucken mind

I figured you wanted to know

you know

why we call them hos bitches

and maybe this might help you understand

it ain't personal

strictly business baby

strictly business

So If you wonder why we call U bitch

You wonder why we call U bitch

If you wonder why we call U bitch

You wonder why we call U bitch

Words 2 My First Born

(feat. Above the Law)

Hehehe, these are my words to my first born..

[2Pac]
Can you picture, young niggaz in a rush to grow
til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat
Probably never even saw it comin - too busy bullshittin
Caught him with his mouth runnin; ain't this a bitch
They got me twisted in this game
The feds and the punk, po-lice pointin pistols at my brain
I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out
My homies murdered execution style runnin in the drug house
what was supposed to be a easy hit - now shit is flipped
cause niggaz died over bullshit - it's not my dream
I'm seein pictures of a broken man, no witnesses
Only the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents
in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin times, livin blind
Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?
And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love
to the thugs in heaven I'll see you there
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned
Help you make it through the storm
My words to my first born, feel me

.. My words to my first born
.. My words to my first born

[2Pac]
Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed
So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse
And though it hurt me there was no distortion
Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions
Quiet your soul, cause you know what you had to do
And so did victims of a world they never came to
I understand it's a better day comin
Sometimes cats be sleepin on the dead end
drivin with the car runnin blinded
Ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn
Love letters to the innocent and unborn
All the babies that died up on the table
Wasn't able to breathe, cause the family wasn't able
Can't - blame her I would do the same
All I could give it was my debt and my last name
Cause in the game things change livin up and down
This hard life got me walkin with my head down
Flashin frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?
But I'll never get to know, so I carry on
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born
My words to my first born, feel me

.. My words to my first born
.. Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born
.. Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed nigga

[Above the Law]
Two thousand somethin somethin it's a new era
A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear
See there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt
(What else is it dawg?)
The velvet and the silk, and makin sure my kittens got they milk
(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this
Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll
Ain't no question is it? Above the Law hustlers
If it's related to chips, homey we'll handle ya

Yo..
Although we never take advantage though we always into ery'thang
By all means, stack green, gangsta lean
They say money make the world go 'round
So only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers
and niggaz that's truly down - and keep God first
And give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts
It's player haters every corner you hit
Touchin their tits, hella thick, tryin to get you for yo' grip
I know you stressed out and fed up
But come out, gun-blazin, and keep yo' head up
You can call it what you want to but it ain't gon' change
Above the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game
And we done lived a long hard life
And we done shed so many tears under these bright lights
Y'all, although we grew up, corrupted and scorned
We still got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first born

[2Pac]
What you gon' tell your kids nigga?
Who was you? What was you doin? How did you put it down?
These my words to my motherfuckin first born
so they can know, y'knahmean? Hehehe
Ain't nuttin but a motherfuckin rider, Wessyde 'til I die
That's all it was, it's a crooked-ass hand they deal a motherfucker
I just played to win, just played to win
Motherfucker gotta bet agains the odds..

Y'all Don't Know Us

[Young Noble]
Yo, I can see
That you obviously don't know me or my homies
We O-U-T Lawz, f**k the phonies
A wise hustler once told me, it's on you
Though it was dreams when he first told me Now it's true
I got love for you only to a certain exstend
ni**as ain't worth s**t
Cops and ride d**k permits
I heard this and heard that
About them O-U-T Lawz
Some of them soldiers got shot
Some of them soldiers fell off
f**k yall now everybody tied to us
Hollering out a ni**a name
But never said what up
That s**t critical, dispicable, unforgiveable
I too like Hot ??
Your own fan won't remember you
Thuggin but we still spriutual, clear lyrical
I'm like the f**kin Deff Squad
My ears ain't hearin' yall
Pump fearin' yall
But damn I ain't even wantin' to scare yall
Listen to what I tell yall
f**k the world,
Your baby moms and your baby girl
You muthaf**kas so fake,
Yo they made me wanna earl
Blake, hate snakes thug hatin the degree
Outlawz on a paper chase
Can you relate thug ni**az

[Napoleon Chorus]
We will never fall
Thru it all, we'll always stand tall
Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthaf**ka soldiers
And if you believe in that s**t that you heard
Y'all dont know us, y'all dont know us

[Napoleon]
Now I been trapped down
And f**ked since day one
This industructional style of mine ain't no fun
Where I'm from
You sure to see about 10 ni**az in a bedroom
Eating off the same spoon
Sweeping with the same broom
It's hazard, it's you don't want yo life
Well give me grab it
I was born inside a love zone
With a glock-nine young marriage
It's critical
Then one of them sat down living so
Mystikal and empoious
With a heart full of anger it's so redicilous
So give me some with 21-gun soldier salute
With a 19-inch black handle snake knife in my boots
I'm straight from the strong, thug to your life
Right to yo wrong, I'll put the good to your evil
I'm the shells to your chrome, you dig that?
I'm life, I'll bring the moon to your night
I'll put the d**k to your wife
And I'm the Jesuz of your Christ
You dig that? respect this
I'll bring the end to your claw
I'll bring the loc to your heart
And I'll put the snoop on yo dogs
You hear me?
We follow, this little bullet so hollow
I can promise that estacy ain't promised tomorrow
With this two man mades
Me and my soul death astrayed
I watch my parents get blowed away
Now look what it made
I'm something to face
This ludacy then with me, then with chemistry
Got my eyes on you, the first time you cross me
I'll be frying you, cause y'all don't know me

[Young Noble Chorus]
We will never fall
Thru the war, we'll always stand tall (Why)
Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthaf**ka soldiers

[E.D.I]
When we was kids, the loving felt good
But of course have the respect
Though it's even better
Now for this chedder
ni**az is laying deader
Then Malcom and Martin put together
Oh Lord only knows where we'll end up
Remember what Pac said
Watch the f**kin signs
But we wasn't listening
Too busy trippin off his shine
Now one time for my muthaf**kin' Outlawz
Napoleon, Noble, and Kastro
May we all roll
And if you don't know
We got the rap game petro
Scared cause we bout to release
Like heavy metal
Nationwide, underground
We running the ghettos
Stealing all of ya fan base like we kleptos
bi**h I can't let go
I been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too long
And ni**az is stealing my s**t
And busting it wrong
Hot shots holla back when you get 'em
Outlawz'll sic 'em, bustin back at the system
Military wisdom
Preparing myself for armegeddom
Breaking my balls at this game
Knowing it's a dead end
And my only weapon
Is my believe that I'm superior
Yeah we the muthaf**kas
That you ni**az is liery off
Controling my steam
Knowing my team to deserve more
f**k the reframe
Stick to the game and earn more
Holding my head, rolling the head with focus
Laughing inside
Cause deep inside y'all don't know us

[Young Noble Chorus]
We will never fall
Thru it all, we'll always stand tall (Why)
Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthaf**ka soldiers
And if you believe in that s**t that you heard
Y'all dont know us, y'all dont know us

We will never fall (Never)
Thru the war, we'll always stand tall
Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthaf**ka soldiers
And if you believe in that s**t that you heard
Y'all dont know us, y'all dont know us

[E.D.I Talking]
Ain't never know ni**az like us boy
They don't make ni**az like us no more
Thug in Peace.. to all my ni**az (Never)
See ya soon.. uhh

You Can't Fade Me

[Chours]

[Kastro]

True, you a cutie, and naw I ain't tryin' to act a fool
and be rude, they call me Kastro, and you huh, sound like a cutie too...
what's poppin', with me and you, just hit me with the 7,
it'll be my pleasure to see what we could do...
oh you ain't alone, got a man at home,
answering the phone,
but he ain't the one cause if he is then why you gone...
what you drinkin' on, Hennessy,
with me a glass of Thug Passion and just some plain Pepsi...
oh you cool, sure, then I assume you ain't too much of a drinker today,
yous aiight, I think I want you right away...
see I'm only 18, these groupies, they just want to sue me,
push my hokey act like they don't smell my dookey...
and continue to be 22, so the oldest soldier on my team,
so I put you in my video, and give you plenty do'...
and my hotel room, 454, hope that you go...
baby, can you fade me?...

[Chours]

[Napoleon]

See girl, I'm laced with game, but it ain't similar,
the shit that I'm talkin' get more deeper, and callin' and comin' to visit ya...
it's hard to feel ya, but I been plan since I been born,
and I moved up in 8, wrote the page, turned, and now it's on...
can't ignore, the way you hit the club and play the floor,
hittin' up every position and that's for sure...
but I think it's more, in the situations that I'm facin',
yo shorty was hesitation, so I'm a replace him...
plus it get's specific, and it ain't no hooche that's alistic,
that the homies that I roll with twist it, and that's what makes me dis it...
I ran thru cousins, thru aunties, on down to children, for dropin'
the highest level of game and count no bitches...
now can you dig it, but you ain't in no competition,
cause most conversations you be kicking, you sure to get it,
now baby can you fade me...

[Chours]

[2Pac]

All moo, you a little playa Napoleon,
but auh, I'm a show you how the big dogs do it nigga...
you ain't knowin' how to pull no bitch nigga...
look how you was studderin' and shit nigga,
watch out, get to the side, which one, pick a hoe out,
pick her out, nigga which one?.. that one?..
peep this shit...

Hold up baby we can get off thinkin' you could fade me,
evade my niggas like gravey in a attempt to play me...
oh yeah you crazy thinkin' you can just be suazy, cause my conversation,
gettin' you hot enough for love makin'...
participation is needed, yeah I'm drunk, and gettin' weeded in the back of my Jaguar,
the life of a rap star...
completely freakable, I get weak when I sit and think of shit that we can do...
let me introduce: Mr. Makaveli whos you speakin' to,
what's up with you, as you can see love freakin' you... (who?)
Black, Mexican, Puerto Rican too,
as long as it's ghetto you can bet I'm gettin' deep in you,
believable... I got my eyes concentrated on the size of ya thighs,
no I ain't trade baby, but won't you let me ride...
cause a nigga want the putty cat,
this Thug Passion,so ya man can't have it back,
and that's a fact...
so, how you wanna act, baby can you feel me,
like Run D.M.C it's like that, tell me,
can you fade me?...

[Chours]