nyepet Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 Thug LifeDon't Get it Twisted (Mopreme)Just 'cause a nigga come in he got styleDon't think I won't flip itDon't pull your fileBut I got enough bullshit to deal withI'm rollin' with the thugs soYou must be on drugs to the headGet your ass break down Broken half babyI'm a feelin' like a motherf#&kin psychopathicAnd if you got beef best leave it in the freezerI'm no jokeMopreme straight loAnd you could get smokedYou hook the s@%t you get stroked And all of thatAnd later be back for your motherf#&kin dope sackKid it ain't the type of day to play doughnutDon't get your ass sewn upWhy you leakin on my blown outHey, you're mixed up like a bowl of nutsYou f#&k around and got it twisted upBoy, don't get it twisted (Macadoshis)It's the Macadoshis coming from the dark sideThe park side where the O.G.s do rideAin't nothing but killers in the parkAs many niggas lost they's heartWhen my gat sparksI'll bust a cap in that assDon't get it twistedWhen I'm on a mission, niggas come with MishyYou busters gettin disciplinedAnd you're comin' up short on your lifeWhen i smoke you with this mac-10 When it's on it's on f#&k it I'm makin niggas kick the bucket when I check em' by inducisAin't no think to let my s@%t spinYou on my s@%t list hope you got a death wishI tried to warn you but you missed meYou should have listened motherf#&ker when i said:Don't get it twisted! (Rated R)Niggas got problems about gettin s@%t twisted They need to stay the f#&k out of grown folks businessKids get a kick out of bumpin their big clipsBut don't front no s@%t that brought no s@%t that peace started Cause I'm a cold hearted rider straight dunkin'never through with my streetsNever hurt nobody but my heatEast side brothers don't hear me thoughThey'd rather get s@%t twisted and gather like hoesBitch make ass niggas when I caught 'emCouldn't bust a drape if they wantedThey're soft like Charmin But I don't sweat varmitsI suffer with my black group Just a one-day murdererOn the motherf#&kin Rudy PoopI snapped his soul, sonAin't no damn thing funny when I spray your ass with my tongueAnd your mommy can't save you nowCause you got the job twisted upFor f#&kin' with a killer Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 Thug Life f/ Nate DoggHow Long Will They Mourn Me? [2Pac]How long will they mourn me?Yeah! This for my nigga Kato, it's still on nigga - believe thatWe live a Thug Life, Thugs for Life, ha ha(How long will they mourn me?) We handle this s@%t for you bwoyYeah nigga.. Tupac in this motherf#&ker All my homies drinkin liquor, tears in everybody's eyesNiggaz cried, to mourn a homie's homicideBut I can't cry, instead I'm just a shoulderDamn, why they take another soldier?I load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worryI'll get them suckers back before your buried (s@%t)Retaliate and pull a one-eight-sevenDo real niggaz get to go to heaven?How long will they mourn me? Bury me a motherf#&kin GBitch don't wanna die; then, don't f#&k with meIt's kinda hard to be optimisticWhen your homie's lyin dead on the pavement twistedY'all don't hear me doe, I'm tryin hard to make amendsBut I'm losin all my motherf#&kin friends.. damn!They should've shot me when I was bornNow I'm trapped in the motherf#&kin stormHow long will they mourn me? [Chorus: Nate Dogg + 2Pac][Nate] I wish it would have been another[2Pac] How long will they mourn me?[Nate] How long.. will they mourn.. my brother(Half them niggaz all dead and s@%t)[2Pac] How long will they mourn me?[Nate] I wish it would have been another(Dedicated this to Kato nigga, and e'ry thug)[2Pac] How long will they mourn me?[Nate] How long.. will they mourn.. my brother(Yo nigga, we gotta keep this s@%t goin on, yo Syke) [big Syke]How long will they mourn me? Every motherf#&kin day homieYou stayed down when the other niggaz didn't know meFrom my heart to the trigger you my f#&kin niggaAnd things won't be the same without ya niggaI remember kickin back, you wanted a 'llacAnd goin half on a motherf#&kin hundred sackSmokin blunt after blunt, and steady drinkinHung around so much, you knew what I was thinkinTell me Lord, why you take big Kato?So confused not knowing which way to goI'm goin crazy and runnin out of f#&kin timeI can't take it, I'm losin my f#&kin mindSo day after day, ride after rideWe'll hook up on the other sideWatch over your family and your newbornTil we meet again homie - how long will they mourn me? [Chorus: Nate Dogg + Big Syke][Nate] I wish it would have been another (Big Kato)[syke] How long will they mourn me? (It's still on nigga)[Nate] How long.. will they mourn.. my brother[syke] How long will they mourn me?[Nate] I wish it would have been another (Yeah)[syke] How long will they mourn me?[Nate] How long.. will they mourn.. my brother[syke] Rated R (Double Jeapordy) Mac 10 [The Rated R]Damn, a nigga tired of feelin sad, I'm tired of puttin in workI'm tired of cryin watchin my homies leave the - earthI know soon one day I'll be in the dirtAnd my peoples'll be mournin, when they get a call from the coronerAll niggaz can say is that's f#&ked upAnd get tossed up, reminiscin how we grew up (my nigga)Rest and love to my nigga Kato, see you in the crossroads real soonFor now let me pour out some brewI'll be always thinkin of ya homieRest in peace.. how long will they mourn me? [Macadoshis]We know life's a f#&kin trip, and everybody gotta goBut why the f#&k it have to be my nigga Kato?Another nigga fell victim to the chromeIt's enough to make you crazy, it's f#&kin with my domeYa only live once on this earthA nigga had it bad, since the day, of my motherf#&kin birth (uh)But niggaz say they down and they always be my homieBut when a nigga gone, bow long will ya mourn me? (YEAH!) Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 2Pac f/ DramacydalMe Against the World It's just me against the world Nuttin to lose..It's just me against the world babyI got nuttin to loseIt's just me against the worldStuck in the gameMe against the world baby Verse One: 2Pac Can you picture my prophecy?Stress in the city, the cops is hot for meThe projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppinThere ain't no stoppin meConstantly movin while makin millionsWitnessin killings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildingsCarries to children cause they're illinAddicted to killin and the appeal from the cap peelinWithout feelin, but will they last or be blasted?Hard headed bastardMaybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathMore bodies being buried -- I'm losing my homies in a hurryThey're relocating to the cemetaryGot me worried, stressin, my vision's blurriedThe question is will I live? No one in the world loves meI'm headed for danger, don't trust strangersPut one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this angerDon't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it isWhat's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youthIt's just me against the world baby Verse Two: Dramacydal Could somebody help me? I'm out here all by myselfSee ladies in stores, Baby Capone's, livin wealthy Pictures of my birth on this Earth is what I'm dreaminSeein Daddy's semen, full of crooked demons, already crazyand screamin I guess them nightmares as a childhad me scared, but left me prepared for a whileIs there another route? For a crooked OutlawVeteran, a villian, a young thug, who one day shall fall Everday there's mo' death, and plus I'm dough-lessI'm seein mo' reasons for me to proceed with thievinScheme on the scheming and leave they peeps grievingCause ain't no bucks to stack up, my nuts is backed upI'm bout to act up, go load the Mac up, now watch me klackaTried makin fat cuts, but yo it ain't workinAnd Evil's lurking, I can see him smirkingwhen I gets to pervin, so what?Go put some work in, and make my mail, makin salesRisking 25 with a 'L', but oh well Verse Three: 2Pac With all this extra stressinThe question I wonder is after death, after my last breathWhen will I finaly get to rest? Through this supressionthey punish the people that's askin questionsAnd those that possess, steal from the ones without possesionsThe message I stress: to make it stop study your lessonsDon't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questionsBe grateful for blessingsDon't ever change, keep your essenceThe power is in the people and politics we addressAlways do your best, don't let the pressure make you panicAnd when you get strandedAnd things don't go the way you planned itDreamin of riches, in a position of makin a differencePoliticians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listenIf I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother changeIt wasn't nuttin like the gameIt's just me against the world Heh, hahahahahahahThat's rightI know it seem hard sometimes but uhhRemember one thingThrough every dark night, there's a bright day after thatSo no matter how hard it get, stick your chest outKeep your head up, and handle it Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 2PacTemptations Yo Mo Bee main, drop that s@%t! You know what time, boo-yaowI know it's time for youSo grab one by the hand youknowhatI'msayinAnd uhh, throw up that fingerAy yo yo yo throw y'all fingers up!Thug style baby, Thug style y'know? [Verse One]Tell me baby are you lonely? Don't wanna rush yaI can help ya if ya only, let me touch yaIf I'm wrong love tell me, cause I get caught upand the life I live is Hell see, I never thought I'd seethe day when I would calm down, you ain't heardI've been known to clown and Get Around, that's my wordSee you walkin and you lookin good, yes indeedGot a body like a sex fiend, you're killin mewitcha attitude to match right, don't be phonycause I hate when you act like, you don't know meI've be stressin in the spotlight, I want the famebut the industry's a lot like, a crap gameAin't no time for commitment, I gotta goCan't be wit you every minute miss, another showAnd even though I'm known for my one night stand(Look here) I wanna be an honest man, but temptations go Throw up the finger!And all my homies go..Throw them the finger!Ya know what baby it's like I know you've been searchin for someoneTo make you happy, and get the job doneYou say you needed, a man with moneyBut I can't be there, and will you still care [Verse Two]Will I cheat or will I be committed, heaven knowsGettin weak and I wanna hit it, so here I goin my ride and I'm all in, gettin highI can hear the people callin, I'm passin byEverybody knows I'm ball-in, and to GodGotta keep myself from fall-in, but it's hardAll the cuties know I'm under pressure, what do I doGettin shaky when she pull the dress up, and say it's coolShould I stroke or should I wait a while, you decideIf you tell me that you don't want it, that's a lieMove close and let me whisper, some dirty wordsin your ears as I kiss ya, on every curveSlow down baby don't rush, I like it slowCan't hold it any longer, so let it goOpen the gates to your waterfall up in heavenAnd don't worry, I let myself in, all I heard was Give em the finger!All my homies go..Throw your fingers up!That's just the Thug in me girl, you knowPeep out all my homies, y'know, it's like {*singing*}I know you've been searchin for someoneTo make you happy, and get the job doneYou say you needed, a man with moneyBut I can't be there, and will you still care [Verse Three]A lot of people think it's easy, to settle downGot a woman that'll please me, in every townI don't wanna but I gotta do it, the temptationgot me ready to release the fluid, sensationsit down and conversate like you know me, take my handCause even Thugs get lonely, understandEven the hardest of my homies need attentionCatch you blowin up the telephone, reminiscinI wanna take you to the movies, and the parkLet's find a spot for you to do me, in the darkNow that it's passion, hold me tightDon't need lights, I can see you by the moonlightI know your man ain't lovin you rightYou're lonely and depressed you need a Thug in your lifeEnough talkin, you want me to leave, I'll get to walkinSee you later, cause baby I'm a player, and all I heard was Give em the fingerAnd all my homies go.. yo this how we gonna do this in the nine-trey y'know?Throw your fingers upY'know? They gonna peep this, this how we run game on you All my niggaz goUptown in theGive em the finger!Throw your hands upGive em the finger! Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 2PacDear Mama You are appreciated When I was young me and my mama had beefSeventeen years old kicked out on the streetsThough back at the time, I never thought I'd see her faceAin't a woman alive that could take my mama's placeSuspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a foolwith the big boys, breakin all the rulesI shed tears with my baby sisterOver the years we was poorer than the other little kidsAnd even though we had different daddy's, the same dramaWhen things went wrong we'd blame mamaI reminice on the stress I caused, it was hellHuggin on my mama from a jail cellAnd who'd think in elementary?Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one dayAnd runnin from the police, that's rightMama catch me, put a whoopin to my backsideAnd even as a crack fiend, mamaYou always was a black queen, mamaI finally understandfor a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a manYou always was committedA poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did itThere's no way I can pay you backBut the plan is to show you that I understandYou are appreciated Lady... Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet ladyAnd Dear mamaPlace no one above ya, sweet ladyYou are appreciatedDon't cha know we love ya? Now ain't nobody tell us it was fairNo love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't thereHe passed away and I didn't cry, cause my angerwouldn't let me feel for a strangerThey say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all alongI was lookin for a father he was goneI hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugsThey showed a young brother loveI moved out and started really hanginI needed money of my own so I started slanginI ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocksIt feels good puttin money in your mailboxI love payin rent when the rent's dueI hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to youCause when I was low you was there for meAnd never left me alone because you cared for meAnd I could see you comin home after work lateYou're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plateYa just workin with the scraps you was givenAnd mama made miracles every ThanksgivinBut now the road got rough, you're aloneYou're tryin to raise two bad kids on your ownAnd there's no way I can pay you backBut my plan is to show you that I understandYou are appreciated Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the dramaI can always depend on my mamaAnd when it seems that I'm hopelessYou say the words that can get me back in focusWhen I was sick as a little kidTo keep me happy there's no limit to the things you didAnd all my childhood memoriesAre full of all the sweet things you did for meAnd even though I act craaazyI gotta thank the Lord that you made meThere are no words that can express how I feelYou never kept a secret, always stayed realAnd I appreciate, how you raised meAnd all the extra love that you gave meI wish I could take the pain awayIf you can make it through the night there's a brighter dayEverything will be alright if ya hold onIt's a struggle everyday, gotta roll onAnd there's no way I can pay you backBut my plan is to show you that I understandYou are appreciated Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 2PacIt Ain't Easy Keepin it real I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madnessNickel bag full of sess weed laced with hashPhone calls from my niggaz on the, other sideTwo childhood friends just died, I couldn't cryA damn shame, when will we ever changeAnd what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainArguements with my Boo is trueI spend mo' time with my niggaz than I do with youBut everywhere it's the same thang, that's the gameI'll be damned if a thang changed, f#&k the fameI'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knowsAin't no love for us ghetto children, so we coldRag top slowin down, time to stop for gasBeep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uhhIt ain't easy, that's my mottoDrinkin Tanqueray straight out the bottleEverybody wanna know if I'm insaneMy baby mama gotta mind full of silly gamesAnd all the drama got me stressin like I'm hopeless, I can't copeMe and the homies smokin roaches, cause we brokeLate night hangin out til the sunrise gettin highWatchin the cops roll byIt ain't easy... that's right It ain't easy, being meWill I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free(repeat 3X) I can't sleep niggaz plottin on to k*ll me while I'm dreaminWake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers scheminProbably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizinA brother bite the bullet, open fire and I diedI wonder why this the way it is, even nowLookin out for these killer kids, cause they wildBill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representinDoin twenty to life in San QuentinGettin calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain't nuttin niceYo 'Pac, do something righteous witcha lifeAnd even thou you innocent you still a nigga, so they figureRather have you behind bars than triggersBut I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin shotsTil I see my niggaz free on the blockBut no it ain't easy, hahahahTil I see my niggaz free, on the block, ohIt ain't easy Lately been reminiscinbout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the blockKeep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocksIt's the project kid without a conscience, I'm havin dreamsof hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peersthrough the years tryin to stack a little greenI was only seventeen, when I started servin fiendsAnd I wish there was another way to stack a dollarSo my apoli', casue these hard times make me wanna hollerWill I live to see tommorrow, am I fallin off?I hit the weed and then proceed to say f#&k all of y'allAin't nobody down with me I'm thuggin, I can't go homeCause muh-f#&kers think I'm buggin, so now I'm inthis high powered cell at the county jailPunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, whatdo I do in these county bluesGettin battered and bruised by the you know whoAnd these fakes get to shakin when they face meSnakes ain't got enough nuts to replace meSittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggaz yellTryin to torture em to tell, I'm gettin mailBut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nutsis makin bucks while these sluts is gettin f#&kedThey violated my probation, and it seemsI'll be goin on a long vacation, meanwhileIt ain't easyNo it ain't easy Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 2Pac w/ Digital Underground f#&k the World [2Pac]Haha, what you say?Who you callin rapist? Ain't that a bitchYou devils, are so two facetedWanna see me locked in chains, dropped in shameand gettin stalked by these crooked cops a-gainf#&kin with the young black male, tryin to stack mailand umm, stay away from the packed jailsI told the judge I'm in dangerand that's why I had that fo'-five with one in the chamberf#&k the world! Chorus: 2Pac {They tryin to say that I don't care}I woke up screamin, "f#&k the world!"{They tryin to say that I don't care}Just woke up and screamed, "f#&k the world!"{They tryin to say that I don't care}Uhh, I woke up and screamed, "f#&k the world!"{They're tryin to say that I don't care}Just got up and screamed, "f#&k the world!" [2Pac]When I was comin up rough that wasn't even what you called itThat's why I smoke blunts now and run with alcoholicsI'm gettin, threats to me, comin from my enemiesAnd, in they dreams it's, Hell where they sendin meHave I, lost control or just another soulA car full of motherf#&kers when we rollSippin on yak as I sit back (YES!) life as a big mackBrothers come up and say, "You did that?" {uhh, uhh, uhh}Never take yo' eyes off the prize, and even if you gettin highdon't ever hesitate to tryCause you can fall off or stay ballin, niggaz we all inAnd them my motherf#&kers callin {ohh, ohh, ohh}f#&k the world! Chorus: 2Pac {They tryin to say that I don't care}I woke up and screamed, "f#&k the world!"{They tryin to say that I don't care}Just woke up and screamed, "f#&k the world!"{They tryin to say that I don't care}I got up and screamed, "f#&k the world!"{They tryin to say that I don't care}I woke up and screamed, "f#&k the world!"{They tryin to say that I don't care} [2Pac]Man, f#&k the world..Damn, they wanna label me a menacecause I'm sittin here sippin on GuinnessWeighin 165, and these tricks should diefor bein jealous of a brother when he ridesI can see it in yo' eyes, you wanna see a young playa fallinThey hate to see a nigga ballinSome of you suckers is rottin, plottin on what I gotAnd then you wonder why I shot him (boo-ya!)Stop givin game for free, you wanna hang with melike being a thug is the thang to be?But I got love for my homies, the G's and macksAnd if you're black, you better stay strappedNigga, f#&k the world! Chorus: 2Pac {They tryin to say that I don't care}I woke up and screamed, "f#&k the world!"{They try to say that I don't care}I woke up and screamed, "f#&k the world!"{They tryin to say that I don't care}Got up and screamed, "f#&k the world!" Haha, f#&k the world! f#&k itI hear my niggaz screamin f#&k the world! [2Pac]They wanna know if I claim the click, that I'm hangin withand if I'm down with this bangin s@%tWell homie I don't give a f#&k if you Blood or CuzLong as ya got love for thugsBut don't try to test me out, stall thatHomie this is Thug Life nigga and we all strappedI been through, Hell and back, and if I, fell blackthen it's, back to the corner where we sell crackSome of you niggaz is bustas; you runnin 'round with these tramp=ass bitches, don't trust herBut don't cry, this world ain't prepared for usA straight thug motherf#&ker who ain't scared to bustf#&k the world! Chorus: 2Pac [Humpty Hump/Shock G] {They tryin to say that I don't care}I woke up and screamed, "f#&k the world!"{They're tryin to say that I don't care}I woke up screamin, "f#&k the world!" [uhh!]{They tryin to say that I don't care}[They tryin to say that I don't care]I woke up screamin, "f#&k the world!"[Yeah what's goin on y'all?][uhh, uhh, uhh..] f#&k the world! Quote Link to comment
iwalkalone Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 SomedayNickelback How the hell did we wind up like this?Why weren't we ableTo see the signs that we missedAnd try to turn the tables I wish you'd unclench your fistsAnd unpack your suitcaseLately there's been too much of thisBut dont think its too late Nothin's wrongJust as long asYou know that someday I will Someday, somehowI'm gonna make it alright but not right nowI know you're wondering when(You're the only one who knows that)Someday, somehowI'm gonna make it alright but not right nowI know you're wondering when Well I hoped that since we're here anywayWe could end up sayingThings we've always needed to saySo we could end up stringingNow the story's played out like thisJust like a paperback novelLets rewrite an ending that fitsInstead of a hollywood horror Nothin's wrongJust as long asYou know that someday I will Someday, somehowI'm gonna make it alright but not right nowI know you're wondering when(You're the only one who knows that)Someday, somehowI'm gonna make it alright but not right nowI know you're wondering when(You're the only one who knows that) How the hell did we wind up like this?Why weren't we ableTo see the signs that we missedAnd try to turn the tablesNow the story's played out like thisJust like a paperback novelLets rewrite an ending that fitsInstead of a hollywood horror Nothin's wrongJust as long asYou know that someday I will Someday, somehowI'm gonna make it alright but not right nowI know you're wondering when(You're the only one who knows that)Someday, somehowI'm gonna make it alright but not right nowI know you're wondering when(You're the only one who knows that)I know you're wondering when(You're the only one who knows that)I know you're wondering when Quote Link to comment
iwalkalone Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 Because of youNickelback Hands on the mirrorCan't get much clearerCan't make this all go away Now that you're bleedingYou stare at the ceilingWatch as it all fades away: From what you doBecause of you You know I can be thereIt's time that you callI swore not to comeBut I'm here after allI know by the look that I seeIn your eyesI won't stand around andI won't watch you dieFrom what you doBecause of youWhat becomes of... Now that you did thisYou ask for forgivenessDoctor could you be my priest?You say you're mistakenBut look what you've takenYour life flashedYou laugh through your teeth From what you doBecause of you You know I can be thereIt's time that you callI swore not to comeBut I'm here after allI know by the look that I seeIn your eyesI won't stand around andI won't watch you dieFrom what you doBecause of youWhat becomes of... From what you do! Hands on the mirrorCan't get much clearerCan't make this all go away Now that you're bleedingYou stare at the ceilingWatch as it all fades away: From what you doBecause of you You know I can be thereIt's time that you callI swore not to comeBut I'm here after allI know by the look that I seeIn your eyesI won't stand around andI won't watch you dieFrom what you doBecause of youWhat becomes of... Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 2PacDeath Around the Corner [2Pac]I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I surviveIn the city where the skinny niggas dieIf they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worryI expect retaliation in a hurryI see death around the - corner, any dayTryin to keep it together, no one lives forever anywayStrugglin and strivin, my destiny's to dieKeep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyesIn a ball of confusion, I think about my daddyMadder than a motherf#&ker, they never shoulda had meI guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help meGot me stressin with my pistol in my sheets, it ain't healthyAm I paranoid? - Tell me the truthI'm out the window with my AK, ready to shootRan out of indo and my mind can't take the stress, I'm out of breathMake me wanna k*ll my damn self; but I see death around the corner [Chorus] ("When we were kids, belonging felt good..")I see death around the corner ("But having respect, that feels even better..")I see death around the corner ("When we were kids, belonging felt good..")I see death around the corner ("But having respect, that feels even better..") [2Pac]I see death around the corner, the pressure's gettin to meI no longer trust my homies - them phonies tried to do meSmoking too much weed, got me paranoid, stressedPack a gat and my vest, under my clothes when I dressHere's hopin I die the way I lived, straight thugginHuggin my trigger for all them niggas that was buggin'My homie told me once, don't you trust them other suckersThey fought like they your homies but they phony motherf#&kersAnd even if I did die young, who caresAll I ever got was mean mugs and cold staresGot homies in my head that done passed away screamin, pleaseYoung nigga, make G'sI can't give up, although I'm hopeless, I think my mind's goneAll I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner [Chorus] [2Pac]I was raised in the city, shittyEver since I was an itty bitty kittyDrinkin liquor out my momma's tittyAnd smokin weed was an everyday thang in my householdAnd drinking liquor til' you out coldAnd though I'm grown now, nigga it's still on - Pow!Bustin on them niggaz 'til they goneHow many more jealous ass bitches, comin for my richesNow I gotta stay suspicious when I boneCause if I ain't sharp and heartless, them bitches'll start s@%tExcuse me, but this is where we part bitchNo more game for free, please explain to meWhy niggaz trip bitch, who you came to see?Murderin now but see me later man, as for my popsI got homies that will hunt you 'til you dropI hope the Lord can forgive me, I was a GAnd gettin high was a way of bein free; I see death around the corner [Chorus] [2Pac]This is for all the real motherf#&kin niggaz out thereI know you ain't scared to die; we all gotta go, y'know?A real motherf#&ker will pick the time he goesAnd make sure he handles his motherf#&kin business("You think you're gonna live long enough to spend that money, you f#&kin hump?" -> dialogue from "King of New York")Y'all niggaz stop acting like pussies out there, all right "I want his family dead! I want his house burnt to the ground! I wanna go there in the middle of the night I wanna piss on his head!""I want his family dead! I want his house burnt to the ground! I wanna go there in the middle of the night I wanna piss on his head!" "I want that sunnuvabitch dead, I want him dead! I want him dead, I don't care.." Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 2PacAmbitionz Az a Ridah I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridahYou don't wanna f#&k with meGot the police bustin at meBut they can't do nuttin to a G Now you know how we do it like a GWhat really go on in the mind of a niggathat get down for theirsConstantly, money over bitches I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridahYou don't wanna f#&k with meGot the police bustin at meI won't deny it, I'm a straight ridahPolice bustin at meI won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah / Got the police bustin at meI won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah.. Not bitches over moneyStay on your grind niggaMy ambitions as a ridah!My ambitions as a ridah! [2Pac]So many battlefield scars while driven in plush carsThis life as a rap star is nothin without heartWas born rough and rugged, addressin the mad publicMy attitude was, "f#&k it," cause motherf#&kers love itTo be a soldier, must maintain composure at easeThough life is complicated, only what you make it to beUhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch herwhile she hot, and horny, go up inside herThen I spit some game in her ear, "Go to the tele hoe"You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely brokeI'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucialFrom player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutualFrom hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherf#&kers to pay-upI got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play usI'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishinCompetition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!)I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditoryNo guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distortedNow it's on and it's on because I said soCan't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death RowNow these money hungry bitches gettin suspiciousStarted plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick usBut Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah)Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same nightGot problems then handle it, motherf#&kers see meThese niggaz is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be meUhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside yaHopin you listen I catch you payin attention to my amibitions as a ridah Chorus: 2Pac I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridahYou don't wanna f#&k with meMy ambitions as a ridahGot the police bustin at meBut they can't do nuttin to a G [Tupac](I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah)Peep it.. it was my only wish to riseabove these jealous coward mutherf#&kers I despiseWhen it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nineI'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherf#&k they life (yeah nigga!)That's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to k*llSo open fire, I see you k*ll me (that's all you niggaz got?) witness my steelSpittin at adversaries envious and after meI'd rather die before they catchin me, watch me bleedMama come rescue me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughtsI'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught(Shoot!) f#&k doin jail time, better day, sacrificeWon't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga TysonThuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for itLet them other brothers try, at least you tried for itWhen it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leavef#&k peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah [Tupac]My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before mePay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for meI been hesitant to reappear, been away for yearsNow I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tearsQuestion my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleedsniggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seedBlast me but they didn't finish, (buck buck buck buck buck)didn't diminish my powersso now I'm back to be a motherf#&kin menace, they cowardsThat's why they tried to set me upHad bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me upBut I'm back reincarnated, incarceratedAt the time I caught the perfect way that God made itLace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenaryFor money, I'll have these motherf#&kers buried (I been)gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to k*ll itKnowin when I get out, they gon' feel itWitness the realest, a whoridah when I put the s@%t insidethe cry from all your people when they find herJust remind ya, my history'll prove I been itRevenge on them niggaz that played me, and all the cowards that was down widditNow it's yo' nigga right beside yaHopin you listenin, catch you payin attention to my ambitions as a ridah Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 2Pac f/ Dru Down, Nate Dogg, Outlawz, Snoop Doggy DoggAll Bout U [2Pac] Ahh yeah[Down] Yeauhh![2Pac] It's all about you, one time![Down] I'ma say it's all about you baby, yeah[2Pac] Haha, for the bitches that think it's all about you It's all about you[Down] This Dru Down in the house, with my boy 'Pizznac YouknowhatI'msayin?[2Pac] It's all about you[Down] Yeah I'm gon' say it's all about you but you know I'm lyin though, hah! Yeauhh [2Pac]You probably crooked as the last trick; want it lightbut how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitchThinkin I had her but she had me in the long runIt's just my luck I'm stuck with f#&kin with the wrong one, uh!Wise decisions, based on lies we livinScandalous times, this game's like my religionYou could be rollin with a thugInstead you with this weak scrub, lookin for some loveIn every club, I see you starin like you want itWell baby if you got it better flaunt itLet the liquor help you get up on itI'm still tipsy from last nightBumpin these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast lifeI try to holla but you tell me you takenSayin you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makinGuess it's true what they tellin meFresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebritySo that's the reason why I call, and maybe you widditFantansies of us sweatin, can I hit it? (Hahaha)Addicted to the things you do, but still trueWhat I'm sayin Boo, is this is all about you [Nate Dogg]Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o(It's all about you)No matter where I go, I see the same hoe(Yeah nigga, ha ha ha ha!)Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o(It's all about you)No matter where I go, I see the same hoe [2Pac]I make a promise if you go with me, just let me knowI'll have you hollerin my name out before I leaveNobody loves me I'm a thug nigga; I only hung out with the criminals and the drug dealers, I love niggazcause we comin from the same placeWitness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takesHow can I tell her I'm a playa, and I don't even careCreep low, weed smoke's in the airEverywhere I go, it's all about the groupie hoeswaitin for niggaz at the end, of every showI just seen you in my friend's, videoCould never put a bitch before my friends, so here we goFollow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin through..It's all about you.. hahaha, yeah nigga!It's all about you! [Nate Dogg]Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o(It's all about you)No matter where I go, I see the same hoeEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o(It's all about you)No matter where I go, I see the same hoe [Outlawz]Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu?It ain't about you or your bitch ass crewEvery other city we go and every videoExplain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoeYou think it's all about you? Well BooI gets Down like Dru and my nasty new niggaz, too You couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter trackA lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluffWhen I started to snaps all your rode 'em swollStraight in control, flows'll fold, while hoes cold strollHold the set, I told Dramacy' go in nextGolddiggin, cold diggin a gold Rolex I slide in easily, try a grizzlySluts know the cuts, I came to f#&k, try skeezin meRunnin up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend yaAt the most, I f#&ked a bitch from the West Coast to West Virginia [Nate Dogg]Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o(It's all about you)No matter where I go, I see the same hoeEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o(It's all about you)No matter where I go, I see the same hoeEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-o(It's all about you)No matter where I go, I see the same hoeEvery other city we go, every other vi-de-oNo matter where I go, I see the same hoe [snoop Doggy Dogg *speaking over last two lines*]I'm tellin ya, it's the same ol' s@%tI mean.. god damn, youknowhatI'msayin?I'm sittin back, watchin Montell Jordan videoI see the same bitch, who was in, my homeboy Nate Dogg videoThen I flip the channelI'm checkin out my homeboy Tupac videoI see the same bitch that was in my video, yaknahmsayin?And then yaknahmsayin what make that even mo' f#&ked upI'm watchin a Million Man MarchAnd I see the same bitch, on the Million Man Marchthat was in, the homeboy Warren G video!I mean, damn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go I see the same hoeDon't get mad, I'm only bein realYeah Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 2Pac f/ Daz, Kurupt, Method Man, RedmanGot My Mind Made Up Verse One: Daz You find an MC like me who's strongLeavin motherf#&ker's aborted, with no verbal supportAnd when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn thoughWith a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those Who can withstand, the mo' power I gainand make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brainImagine and keep on wishin upon a starFinally realizing who the f#&k we areWhen I penetrate, it's been withstandin, fadedwould it be the greatest MC of all timeWhen I created rhyme for the simple factWhen I attack I crush your prideMy intention to ride, every time all nightI'm faced with the scars beyond this one barfor me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ridebreakin in gas with the six-eight all dayIn and out with my payI'm soon to count the bodies... Verse Two: Tupac So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientationSo you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facinWe must be based on nothin better than communicationKnown to damage and highly flamable like gas stationsSorry I left that ass waitinNo more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakinI'm bustin and makin motherf#&kers panicDon't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirtYou swear the bitch was plantedMy lyrics motivate the planetIt's similar to Rhythm Nationbut thugged out, forgive me JanetWho's in control I'm acvtivatin yo soulsYou know, the way the games get controlledYo, two years ago, a friend of mineTold me Alize and Cristal blows your mindBear witness to the dopest f#&kin rhyme I wroteTakin off my coat, clearing my throat Chorus: Method Man I got my mind made up, come on... [come on]get in get in too [get on it]let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha nightI got my mind made up, come on...get in get in toolet it ride... tonight's tha night Verse Three: Kurupt Well I comes through with two packsof the bomb prophalaks for protectionSo my f#&kin sac won't collapseCause nowaday's, s@%t's evading the x-raysSending young motherf#&kers to an early graveI wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC'sshows my heart's as cold as the tundraElectryfing like thunder, I'm just too muchRough and raw with that motherf#&kin poisonous touchI'm an MC with lyrics that's tha f#&kin bom-bayYa got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmayMy rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mindAs the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pineThere's no escape, nah I ain't blastinI use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askinOpposed to laughin, raw maniacal villianLaughter enhances the chances of tha killinWhy is that? Cuz smilin faces decieveYou best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest diseaseMy thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breatheYa whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason VorheesIn the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikesMy verbal snipe, your vocab on siteI'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for allSo all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wallYa already have an idea about tha superior sphereThe greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equatorI rock from here to there, to Philly and backTo LA on the spot where I rock and bust like strapsAs your views get overshadowed when you come in contactBeware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat Verse Four: Method Man f#&k you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuverslike Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers]The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten IsleWill be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dialRarely do you see an MC out for justiceGot my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!!Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like MagellenHalf of my Clan's three deep felonsNiggaz best protect they joints for Nine-NickelMan I stay on point like iciclesNow who wanna test Tical then touch TicalAll up in your motherf#&kin mouthHead banger boogieCatch me on tour with Al DoogieMethod Man roll too tight, you can pull meBetter take one and pass or that's that assYour vital statistics are low and fallin fastJohnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny CashPlay a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast Verse Five: Redman Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tacticsNon-believers get my dick and genitals backwardsLet's face it, there's no replacementTaste this, mad underground basement, s@%t I'm laced withAvalanche on ya whole camp when I'm spliftedFunk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twistedI got connects like Federal Expressto get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetchGot the clear spot from tha rear blockto bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear notHold ya nose and blow out til ya ears popSince ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lotWith, this underground cannabisI'm dangerous like John the bomb analystThen proceeds like keysMy degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP'sLick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistakeSo I erase the whole front row at the wakeI planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust itI'm the one pushin the hearse in the first placeConfidence for you shaky ass folksPump for Rockafella for the day he got smokedchoke, off this anecdote got you opeGet roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly And I'm out for nine nickel [iNS tha rebels][West, list this, this, this...] Quote Link to comment
iwalkalone Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 f#&k itseether I guess I like it when we play(The way you drag me down)I guess I like it when you hate me(The way you drag me down)Cause I can't face myself in the mirror(I'm left alone with all my pain)And I disgrace myself in the mirror(I'm left alone with all my shame) f#&k it! I see you in mef#&k it! I feel you in mef#&k it! I'll heal you in mef#&k it! I see you in mef#&k it! I feel you in mef#&k it! I'll heal you in me I guess I like it when we fight(The way you drag me down)I guess I like it when you smite me(The way you drag me down)Cause I can't face myself in the mirror(I'm left alone with all my pain)And I disgrace myself in the mirror(I'm left alone with my shame) f#&k it! I see you in mef#&k it! I feel you in mef#&k it! I'll heal you in mef#&k it! I see you in mef#&k it! I feel you in mef#&k it! I'll heal you in me You're out of luck - can't get a piece of meIt's all blown up. Don't even f#&k with me.I cannot please you all foreverI cannot please you at all(I can feel you coming up behind me) f#&k it! I see you in mef#&k it! I feel you in mef#&k it! I'll heal you in mef#&k it! I see you in mef#&k it! I feel you in mef#&k it! I'll heal you in me Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 2Pac f/ K-Ci and JoJoHow Do You Want It Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo How do you want it? How does it feel?Comin up as a nigga in the cash gamelivin in the fast lane; I'm for realHow do you want it? How do you feel?Comin up as a nigga in the cash gamelivin in the fast lane; I'm for real Verse One: 2Pac Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass outGot a nigga wantin it so bad I'm bout to pass outWanna dig you, and I can't even lie about itBaby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out itCatch you at a club, oh s@%t you got me fiendinBody talkin s@%t to me but I can't comprehend the meaningNow if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chanceDoin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you canForgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple manAll I want is money, f#&k the fame I'm a simple manMr. International, playa with the passportJust like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask forIt's either him or me -- champagne, HennesseyA favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemiesWitness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe needPuff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't needApproachin hoochies with a passion, been a long dayBut I've been driven by attraction in a strong wayYour body is bangin baby I love it when you flaunt itTime to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it(Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah) Chorus Verse Two: 2Pac Tell me is it cool to f#&k?Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what?Positions on the floor it's like erotic, ironic cause I'm somewhat psychoticI'm hittin switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulicsUp and down like a roller coaster, I'm up inside yaI ain't quittin til the show is over, cause I'ma riderIn and out just like a robbery, I'll probably be a freakand let you get on top of me, get her rockin theseNights full of Alize, a livin legendYou ain't heard about these niggaz play these Cali daysDelores Tucker, youse a motherf#&kerInstead of tryin to help a nigga you destroy a brotherWorse than the others -- Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob DoleYou're too old to understand the way the game is toldYou're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot factsWant some on lease? I'm makin millions, niggaz top thatThey wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a celllivin in hell -- only a few of us'll live to tellNow everybody talkin bout us I could give a f#&kI'd be the first one to bomb and cussNigga tell me how you want it Chorus Verse Three: 2Pac Raised as a youth, tell the truth I got the scoopon how to get a bulletproof, because I jumped from the roofbefore I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPagerGame rules, I'm livin major -- my adversariesis lookin worried, they paranoid of gettin buriedOne of us gon' see the cemetaryMy only hope to survive if I wish to stay aliveGettin high, see the demons in my eyes, before I dieI wanna live my life and ball, make a couple millionAnd then I'm chillin fade em all, these taxesgot me crossed up and people tryin to sue meMedia is in my business and they actin like they know meHahaha, but I'ma mash out, peel outI'm with it quick I'se quick to whip that f#&kin steel outYeah nigga it's some new s@%t so better get up on itWhen ya see me tell a nigga how ya want itHow do you want it? Chorus 2X [2Pac]How you want it?Yeah my nigga Johnny JYeah, we out Chorus [2Pac]Tell me Chorus [2Pac]Cash game, livin in the fast lane, I'm for real Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 2Pac f/ Snoop Doggy Dogg2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted (Snoop) Up out of there(Tupac) *chuckles* Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party(Snoop) Pump that up G(Tupac) Ahh s@%t, you done f#&ked up now -- Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party You done put two of America's most wanted in the same motherf#&kin place at the same Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party motherf#&kin time, hahahahah Y'all niggaz about to feel this Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Break out the champagne glasses and the motherf#&kin condoms Have one on us aight?? Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Verse One: 2Pac, Snoop Picture perfect, I paint a perfect pictureBomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richerWith the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my f#&kin homeyYouse a cold ass nigga on them hogs Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the runNow I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcomeFree Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mindBut at the same time it seem they tryin to take mineSo I'ma get smart, and get defensive and s@%tAnd put together a million march, for some gangsta s@%t So now they got us lacedTwo multimillionare motherf#&kers catchin cases (mmm)Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the s@%t's about to go downUhh, me and Snoop about to clownI'm "Losin My Religion", I'm vicious on these stool pigeonsYou might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missinNiggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbageI got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish I got a pit named P, she niggarinoI got a house out in the hills right next to Chinoand I, think I got a black Beamerbut my dream is to own a fly casinolike Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legaland get scooped up, by the little homie in the RegalMmm, it feel good to you baby bubbaYa see, this is for the G's and the keys motherf#&ker Now follow as we riiiiideMotherf#&k the rest, two of the best from the West sideAnd I can make you famousNiggaz been dyin for years, so how could they blame usI live in fear of a felonyI never stop bailin these, motherf#&kin G'sIf ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted Chorus: Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party(Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party... Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Nuthin but a gangsta party it ain't nuthin but a motherf#&kin gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Nuthin but a gangsta party it ain't nuthin but a motherf#&kin gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Verse Two: 2Pac, Snoop Now give me fifty feetDefeat is not my destiny, release me to the streetsAnd keep whatever's left of meJealousy is misery, suffering is griefBetter be prepared when you cowards f#&k wit meI bust and flea, these niggaz must be crazy what??There ain't no mercy motherf#&kers who can fade the Thugs(hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapearBow down in the presence of a boss player It's like cuz, blood, gangbanginEverybody in the party doin dope slanginYou got to have papers in this worldYou might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerlYa doing ya job, every dayAnd then you work so hard til ya hair turn grayLet me tell you about life, and bout the way it isYou see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids They tell me not to roll with my glockSo now I gotta throw awayFloatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a dayThey wonder how I live, with five shotsNiggaz is hard to k*ll, on my blockSchemes for currency and doe relatedAffiliated with the hustlers, so we made itNo answers to questions, I'm tryin to get up on itMy nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted Chorus (w/ variations to end) Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 2PacHeartz of Men Ahh, Suge what I tell you nigga,when I come out of jail what was I gonna doI was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, rightWatch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, niggaThe binoculars Ha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to rideGrab your bulletproof vest nigga cause its gonna be a long oneNow me and Quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this sideThe real sideNow, on this ride there's gonna be some real mutha-f#&kas and there's gonna be some pussysNow the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitchesThe pussys are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin'Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride get trickySee you got some niggas on your sideThat say they're your friends But in real life they your enemiesAnd then you got some mutha-f#&kas that say they your enemiesBut in real life they eyes is on your moneySee the enemies will say they trueBut in real life those niggas will be the snitchesIts a dirty game y'allY'all got ta be careful about who you f#&k with and who you don't f#&k withCause the s@%t get wild y'allKeep your mind on your riches, BabyKeep your mind on your riches 9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder meFrom hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of mes@%t I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzedNothing more I despise than a liarcowards dieMy mama told me When I was to seeJust a vicious mutha f**ker while these devils left me freeI proceed to make them shiver when I deliverCriminal lyrics from a world wide mob figureThug niggas from everywhere Mr. MackaveliNiggas is waiting for some thug s@%t, thats what they tell meSo many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal OutlawSwitching up on you ordinary bitches like a south paw you get letAnd every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceasedWill be another moment ballin' as a 'G'I rip the crowd, then I start againInternally I live in sin untill the moment that they let me breathe againThe heartz of men (Chorus) The Heartz of Men My lyrical verse with so much pain that to some niggas it hurts My guns bustAnd if you ain't one of us it gets worseBitch niggas get their eyes swoll in fly modeI'm a homicidal outlaw and five-o, get your lights on, fight long tonights gonna be a f#&kin' fight so we might rollMy own homies say I'm heartlessBut I'm a 'G' to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardlessDrive-by, niggas bow downthought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out nowThrow up your hands if you thugged outFirst nigga act up first nigga gettin' drugged outI can be a villian if ya let me I'll Muthaf#&k ya if ya do upset me tell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone numberThen start again, don't have no muthaf#&kin' friends niggaLook inside the heartz of men (Chorus) In The Heartz of MenIn The Heartz of Men To all my niggas engaged in making money in the fifty statesKeep your mind on your chips and f#&k a punk bitchNo longer living in fear my pistol close in handConvinced this is my year like I'm the chosen manGive me my money and label me as a godIf niggas is having problems smoke'em, fire and bombI died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crackThugin' is in my spiritI'm lost and not knowing scar'd up but still flowingenergized and still goingUhh, can it be fate that makes a sick muthaf#&ka breakOn these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fakeWhat will it take ?Give me that bass line I'm feeling bombedDeathrow baby, don't be alarmedThe homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start againRepresent cause I've been sentThe heartz of men Quote Link to comment
iwalkalone Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 r u outta ur mind? CigarettesSeether They suck you in like cigarettesWhile hanging you out to dry, yeaMaking you feel like a hypocritBecause you cannot lie, yea You are the reason we will never be set freeWe wanna be like you - we wanna be so coolJust like you They're hanging you out with their whiskey breatheWhile leaving you out in the sun, yeaMaking you feel like a hypocritBecause you cannot run, yea Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 2PacLife Goes On Chorus: repeat 2X How many brothas fell victim to tha streetzRest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of deathmy niggas, we tha last ones leftbut life goes on..... Verse One: As I bail through tha empty hallsbreath stinkin' in my drawsring, ring, ringquiet y'allincoming callplus this my homie from high schoolhe's getting byeIt's time to bury another brotha nobody crylife as a balleralchol and booty callswe usta do them as adolecentsdo you recall?raised as G'sloc'ed out and blazed the weedget on tha roof let's get smoked outand blaze with me2 in tha morningand we still high assed outscreamin' 'thug till I die'before I passed outbut now that your gonei'm in tha zonethinkin''I don't wanna die all alone'but now ya goneand all I got left are stinkin' memoriesI love them niggas to deathi'm drinkin' Hennessywhile tryin' ta make it lastI drank a 5th for that asswhen you passed....cause life goes on Chorus Verse Two: Yeah niggaI got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you25 with an Ltime to prepare to do fed timewon't see paroleimagine life as a convictthat's getten' oldplus with tha dramawe're lookin out for your babies mamataken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...life in tha hood...is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill partiesMe and you No true a twowhile scheming on hitsand gettin tricks that maybe we can slide into but now you burriedrest niggacause I ain't worriedeyes bluriedsayin' goodbye at the cemetarytho' memories fadeI got your name tated on my armso we both ball till' my dying daysbefore I say goodbyeKato and Mental rest in peaceThug till I die Chorus Verse Three: Bury me smilin'with G's in my pockethave a party at my funerallet every rapper rock itlet tha hoes that I usta knowfrom way beforekiss me from my head to my toegive me a paper and a penso I can write about my life of sina couple bottles of Ginincase I don't get intell all my people i'm a Ridahnobody cries when we diewe outlawslet me rideuntil I get freeI live my life in tha fast lanegot police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks from old crewsniggas that guided me through back in tha old schoolpour out some liquorhave a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta diebut ya chose to go before meand brothas miss ya while your goneyou left your nigga on his ownhow long we mournlife goes on... Chorus *repeats to end*(sung overtop repeating chorus) Life goes on homiegone on, cause they passed awayNiggas doin' lifeNiggas doin' 50 and 60 years and s@%tI feel ya nigga, trust meI feel yaYou know what I meanlast yearwe poured out liquor for yathis year nigga, life goes onwe're gonna clock nowget moneyevade bitchesevade tricksgive players plenty spaceand basicaly just represent for you babynext time you see your niggasyour gonna be on top niggatheir gonna be like,'Goddamn, them niggas came up'that's right babylife goes on....and we up out this bitchhey Kato, Mentaly'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up theredon't front. Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 r u outta ur mind? nope mam...im just enjoying my time here.... Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 2Pac f/ Rappin 4-TayOnly God Can Judge Me Intro: 2Pac Only God can judge me, is that right?[synth voice] Only God can judge me nowOnly God baby, nobody else, nobody elseAll you other motherf#&kers get out my business Verse One: 2Pac Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the backI couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty ratsWill I, succeed, paranoid from the weedAnd hocus pocus try to focus but I can't seeAnd in my mind I'ma blind man doin timeLook to my future cause my past, is all behind meIs it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryinI've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursedAnd fantasies of my family, in a hearseAnd they say it's the white man I should fearBut, it's my own kind doin all the killin hereI can't lie, ain't no love for the other sideJealousy inside, make em wish I diedOh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin forEverybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's doorAnd all my memories, of seein brothers bleedAnd everybody grieves, but still nobody seesRecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mixCause the media is full of dirty tricksOnly God can judge me Chorus: 2Pac [synth voice] Only God can judge meThat's right baby, yeah baby[synth voice] Only GodHahahahahahahaha[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me, only God can judge[synth cont.] me, only GodOnly God can judge me[synth + Pac] Only God can judge meAnd only God can[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only GodOnly God can judge me[synth + Pac] Only God can judge meOnly God can judge me[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only GodOnly God can judge me[synth voice] Only God can judge me now *heart monitor: long beep*Flatline! Verse Two: 2Pac I hear the doctor standing over me *heart monitor: beeping slowly*screamin I can make it Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IVCause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me *beeping sound stops*I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheetsI call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisceHow did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss Somebody help me, tell me where to go from hereCause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care? Try to remember, but it hurtsI'm walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirtI'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Poweris what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state And our fate, is a lifetime of hate Dear Mama, can you save me? And f#&k peaceCause the streets got our babies, we gotta eatNo more hesitation each and every black male's trapped And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it'sa million motherf#&kers stressin just like meOnly God can judge me Chorus w/ variations Interlude: 2Pac That which does not k*ll me can only make me stronger (That's for real) and I don't see why everybody feel as thoughthat they gotta tell me how to live my life (You know?)Let me live baby, let me live Verse Three: Rappin 4-Tay, Tupac Pac I feel ya, keep servin it on the realaFor instance say a playa hatin mark is out to k*ll yaWould you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement?He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayinAin't no such thing as self-defense in the court of lawSo judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin a cross, that's realGot him, lurked him, crept the f#&k up on himSold a half a million tapes now everybody want himAfter talkin behind my back like a bitch wouldTellin them niggaz, "You can fade him," punk I wish you wouldIt be them same motherf#&kers in your face that'll rush up in your placeto get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase Grass, glass, big screen and leather couchMy new s@%t is so fetti already sold a key of ounceBitch, remember Tupac and 4-TayThem same two brothers dodgin bullets representin the BayPac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be aroundStart climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin sellin liesDon't think I don't see you haters, I know you all in disguise Guess you figure you know me cause I'm a ThugThat love to hit the late night club, drink then buzzBeen livin lavish like a player all day Now I'm bout to floss em off, player s@%t with 4-TayOnly God can judge me Chorus w/ variations [4Tay] Only God main[2Pac] That right?[4Tay] That's real[2Pac] Hahahahahaha[4Tay] f#&k everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin?[2Pac] Man, look here man My only fear of death is comin back to this bitch reincarnated That's for the homey mental We up out Chorus w/out 2Pac continues to fade Quote Link to comment
iwalkalone Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 Love herSeether I knew a girl who hated the world - she used her body to sell her soulEverytime they'd break her in pay - tear out her heart and leave her in painI never found out how she survived all of the sadness all of the sadness she kept insideI never found out how she would lie with a smile on her face And the scratches she'd hide You could love her if you payed, you could have her everydayYou could love her if you prayed, you could have her every way Down on her knees she bled on the floor - this hopeless life she wanted no moreDead in her eyes and cold to the bone - she opened her eyes and saw she was aloneShe never found out how much I tried - all of the sadness she kept made me blindShe never found out how much I cried - the rope so tight on the night that she died I never found out how she survived - a life lived in lies is a life in denialI never found out how she would lie - with a smile on her face and the scratches she'd hide Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 2Pac f/ Danny BoyI Ain't Mad at Cha Change, s@%tI guess change is good for any of usWhatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hoods@%t, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at chaGot nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a whileI'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean?Cause I ain't mad at chaHeard y'all tearin up s@%t out there, kickin up dust[Danny Boy] I ain't...Givin a motherf#&k, hehehehehehYeah niggaz[Danny Boy] ...mad at chaCause I ain't mad at cha [Verse One: 2Pac]Now we was once two niggaz of the same kindQuick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You was just a little smaller but you still rollerGot stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swollMember when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learnOn the block, witcha glock, trippin off shermCollect calls to the till, sayin how ya changedOh you a Muslim now, no more dope gameHeard you might be comin home, just got bailWanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tailI seems I lost my little homie he's a changed manHit the pen and now no sinnin is the game planWhen I talk about money all you see is the struggleWhen I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's troubleCongratulations on the weddin, I hope your wife knowShe got a player for life, and that's no bullshitinI know we grew apart, you probably don't rememberI used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in herAnd I can see us after school, we'd BOMBon the first motherf#&ker with the wrong s@%t onNow the whole s@%t's changed, and we don't even kick itGot a big money scheme, and you ain't even with itHmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherf#&ker badGo toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's backAnd I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at chaYou tryin hard to maintain, then go headcause I ain't mad at cha(Hmm, I ain't mad at cha) [Chorus: Danny Boy]I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)I ain't, mad, at cha [Verse Two: 2Pac]We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozensWhole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn'tUsed to catch us on the roof or behind the stairsI'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we sharedBesides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mindIn time we learned to live a life of crimeRewind us back, to a time was much too young to knowI caught a felony lovin the way the guns blowAnd even though we seperated, you said that you'd waitDon't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up stateI kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyesSaid I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrivedDon't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy hereI'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple yearsThey got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backsin my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"As soon as I touch downI told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get f#&ked downThe homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at chaCause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha [Chorus: Danny Boy]I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha) [Verse Three: 2Pac]Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin nowBitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin downHe went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rockWent from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the blockHe's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a keyMost hated by enemy, escape in the LuxurySee, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is madeNow we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger daysSo full of pain when the weapons blazeGettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better daysCause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blazeYou'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger daysSo many changed on me, so many tried to plotThat I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?Til God return me to my essenceCause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescentSo many questions, and they ask me if I'm still downI moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at chaYou niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha [Chorus: Danny Boy]I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha)Iiiiiiiii ain't mad (2Pac: hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at chaI ain't, mad at mha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha)I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)I ain't, mad at cha, nooooI ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh Quote Link to comment
iwalkalone Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 BrokenSeether I wanted you to know I love the way you laughI wanna hold you high and steal your pain awayI keep your photograph; I know it serves me wellI wanna hold you high and steal your pain 'Cause I'm broken when I'm openAnd I don't feel like I am strong enough'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesomeAnd I don't feel light when you're gone away The worst is over now and we can breathe againI wanna hold you high, you steal my pain awayThere's so much left to learn, and no one left to fightI wanna hold you high and steal your pain 'Cause I'm broken when I'm open And I don't feel like I am strong enough'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesomeAnd I don't feel right when you're gone away 'Cause I'm broken when I'm openAnd I don't feel like I am strong enough'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesomeAnd I don't feel light when you're gone away Quote Link to comment
kekong Posted March 16, 2007 Share Posted March 16, 2007 I'm falling into your world Catch me with your bed of thorns And let it struck to my soul from within It eases the pain That I have to resist. I'm living into your world now Your blood is crawling in my veins My air blows in your lungs My life depends on how you ignore The bluntness of things That I have to restore. Father come home My life is done for I'm sinking down Pacified and drowned. I'm getting off on your world It's hard to swallow your lies It makes me shiver down my spine It brings a chill That I can't deny. I'm dying into your world All of my life you have drained Nothing is left but the hatred inside Hatred and lies That's eating me alive. Father come home My life is done for I'm sinking down Pacified and drowned. Help me find a way Step inside my brain Help me stay away Coz I have nothing to say. March 16, 2007Posted by kekong... Verse ng gawa naming kanta ng banda ang title dramamine. pag narinig nyo sa tingin ko maggsthan nyong lahat. Hope you will like it...... Quote Link to comment
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