R U Still Down? (Remember Me?) (explicit)

Major
Hell mutha-fuckin' yeah
This goes out to my man mike coolage

Hell yeah


Born thuggin' heartless and mean muggin' at 16
On the scene watching fiends buggin'
Kicking up dust with the older g's
Soaking up the game that was told to me
I ain't never touched a gat that i couldn't shoot
I learned not to trust the bitches from the prostitutes
Was taught lessons a young nigga asking questions
While other suckas was guessing i was gangsta ??
Elementary wasn't meant for me can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary
And cut classes i'm fuckin blastin' straight mashin'
Mobbing through the overpass laughing
While these other motherfuckers try to figure out
No doubt they jealous of a nigga's clout
Tell me lord can ya feel me
I keep my finger on the trigger
Cause some nigga tried to kill me
And mama raised a hellraiser
Everyday getting paid, police on my pager
Straight stressing
A fugitive my occupation is under question
Wanted for investigation
And even though i'm marked for death
I'ma spark 'til i lose my breath
Motherfuckers
Every time i see the paper i see my picture
When a nigga gettin' richer they come to get ya
It's like a motherfuckin' trap
And they wonder why it's hard being black
Dear lord can ya feel me
Gettin' major ugh
Mama raised a hellraiser


Chorus:


Stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior
Mama raised a hellrazor


Tell me lord can ya feel me, show a sign
Damn near running outta time
Everybody's dying
Mama raised a hellraiser
I can't figure, why ya let the police beat down niggas
I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe
While the po' babies rushing into early graves
God probably saved the youth
Ain't nothing else to do but have faith in you
Dear lord i live the life of a thug hope you understand
Forgive me for my mistakes i gotta play my hand
And my hand's on the 16 shot semiautomatic
Crooked cop killin' glock
Tell me lord can ya feel me show a way
I'm praying but my enemies won't go away
And everywhere i turn i see niggas burn
Every nigga that i know's on death row
My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price
Li'l young motherfuckers doing triple life
Though i tell him in his letters its getting better
If my nigga knew the truth he'd hit the roof
Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out
Fuck the drama
Wanna break my loc's out
Smoking blunts getting drunk off that tanqueray gin
'bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen
Mama raised a hellraiser
Come on ugh mama raised a hellraiser
Dear lord can ya feel me


Chorus


Dear lord can ya hear me
It's just me
A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets
I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me
The whole world done made a nigga craazy
I got my .357 can't control it
Screaming die motherfucker and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover ahh shit
Thug life motherfucker duck quick
Now am i wrong if i am don't worry me
Cause do or die getting high 'til they bury me
Dear lord if ya hear me tell me why
Li'l girl like natasha had to die
She never got to see the bullet just heard the shot
Her little body couldn't take it she shook and dropped
When it's all on the news how she bucked the girl to kill natasha
Now i'm screaming fuck the world
In the end it's my friends
That flip flop lip locks
On my dick when my shit drop
Thug life motherfucker i lick shots
Every nigga on my block
Drop two cops
Dear lord can ya hear me
When i die let a nigga be strapped fucked up and high
With my hands on the trigger thug nigga
Stressing like a motherfucking drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights i'ma thug fo' life
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a hellraiser why cry
That's just life in the ghetto
Do or die

(intro)
Ha ha ha...fuck all y'all...fuck all y'all...i don't need nobody
Fuck 'em...fuck all y'all

Money gone fuck friends
I need a homie that know me
When all these muthafuckin' cops be on me
I got problems ain't nobody calling back
Now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats
Remember me i'm ya homie that was down to brawl
Sippin' hennessy hanging with the clowns and
All we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
We had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin' cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
A nigga just got paid and we still was broke
It took time but finally the cash was mine
All the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
Look around and all i see is snakes and faces
Like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's
And when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends
They straight busted and can't be trusted fuck y'all

(chorus) x2
Fuck all y'all

I'm sippin' tanqueray and juice and what's the use
Cause i'm a hopeless thug
Ain't no love reminiscing on how close we was
Way back in the day before they put the crack in the way
And heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day
It's gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court
I recollect we used to ball now just living's enough
I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall
Thug for life scrawled all across the wall
And all about my dollars make me wanna holla
Drop an album sell a million give a fuck about tomorrow
I know it's gettin' crazy after dark
These marks keep on huffin' and puffin'
Ain't no fear in my heart
What's going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive
I still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate thai
In 94 i'll be going solo
Too many problems with my own
So i'm rolling do-do
Fuck all y'all

(chorus) x3

I went from rags to riches quick
To socializing with the baddest bitches
Went from a bucket to a rag with switches
I'm seein' death around the corner
I'm bumpin' gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause i wanna
I'm getting high like i said it with some chocolate thai
Mixed with some indonesia watch me fly
And even though i know the cops behind me
Hit the weed and uh i continue doing 90 (biotch)
Will i get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before
I know they wanna see a nigga buried
But i ain't worried still throwing these thangs
Got me locked in these chains
And hey nigga what the fuck is you wailin' 'bout
Soon as i hit the cell i'll be bailin' out
And when i hit the streets i'm in a rush to ball
I'm screaming thug life nigga fuck y'all

(repeat intro)

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?

Straight out the motherfucking bay
Here we go

2pac-
Lord help me, save me, mama keep praying
For a young motherfucker trying to duck an early grave
In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes
Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies
Around the corner there's another nigga waiting to jack
He don't know i got a glock 'til his ass get shot
Like a motherfucking thug disease
Craving beats like they motherfucking drugs to me, hey
What's up with bitches trying to screw me? do me cause i did a movie
Throw the pussy to me but before they never knew me
Rather die then let ya play me for a, buster
And with my glock i'm a plotting ass rotten motherfucker, huh
Don't let the movie fool ya, let me school ya
Screaming thug life nigga when i do ya
I'm going crazy, getting dizzy
And then i suffacate a motherfucking breather bring me back
I'm telling ya i'm losing it

(chorus)
Said i'm losing my mind
Losing my mind (x4)

Big syke-
I'm going crazy, niggas can't fade me
On the real i kill when i step to ya fucking grill
So let me kick it let me flip it let me get wicked
I'm not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets
I hang with g's flipping keys and smoking weed
I get the cash and dash and never learn to read
So fuck a bitch fuck a hoe and i let ya know
Because they come and go like the wind blows
What am i giving how i'm living what i'm giving up
You can take my life and i don't give a fuck
Cause i'm the trouble most coming from the west coast
Where the niggas is banging 'til the overdose
Killers and murderers, psychos and lunatics
Nobody knows what makes my mind click
Is it the demons, screaming inside of me?
Hell no it's just the thug life mentallity
I'm going crazy shit don't phase me
I'm living like a thug 'til six niggas carry me
Death is on the trigga so pull it
I can't take it no more, nigga, i'm losing it

(chorus)

Spice 1-
Shit was talking to me, my gat screamed fire
The bullet told me shoot that motherfucker he's a lier
I talked to me 3-80 like a bitch on a stroll
When my niggas try to ????
Nigga, i can't get fucked in this game i'm a psychopath
My ak told me to shove him up some niggas ass
I'm having long conversations with mr. millometer
He's one of my best friends bitch ass nigga eater
And miss mossburg love it in the back trunk
You know that old school bitch she like to get it funked
And spitting motherfuckers by the seems
My grand daddy mr. ar-15
By the evil motherfucker
Talked me into taking over a dope turf and shooting cluckers
Said he was my only family
Shoot straight, and please don't jam me
Got in a fight at the club my gat started talking
Told me to shut the fuck up and let him do the talking
I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang
I'm going nuts man
Shit was talking to me

(chorus till fade...)

Yeah

If she didn't wanna fuck
Then she should of never called him
I dedicate this to my nigga mike tyson
It's all good


Chorus:


You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches


Richie rich:


Jack of all trades ballin' like jordan you punk
Fake inside the paint in fact i know you can't
Do half of the shit that you was claimin' in the county
Suckas on yo jock you claim you run the block
Polyurethane busta cracked in half
You claim you folding bank but i know yo bank stank
I lived around the corner i seen you fully smoked
Must i say some more you weighed a buck 04
You sold ya tv for a buck cause it was way too late
Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight
You's a baller lying to them youngstas quick
Got them thinking you sick and representing yo click
But you's an old basehead kickin' too much hype
Yo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes
And if they knew yo identity
You'd probably be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh)
You ain't got to lie to kick it.


~chorus 4x~


2pac:


You ain't got to lie to kick it
Y'all don't hear me
I got these niggas yackin' in my face
About some shit that never took place
And what you see is what you get
That's what he told me
I peeped it in his pose
Exposed the fucking phony
I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie
With them bitches they be speaking down on me
Hey it's gettin drastic
Gunnin niggas down cause they plastic
Sleep on a g and get that ass kicked
And stuffed inside a casket
Rippin' the shit like it's my muthafucking last hit
Hey they wonder why a nigga's nothin' nice
And everytime i bust a nut i fuck for tyson
Cause i know the real on the bitch
She got to skit ya just to get a nigga's riches (fuck that bitch)
I pray to god that the bitch don't get no dick
And got a nigga screamin' fuck that bitch!


~chorus~


Pac and richie rich:


Well if a bitch'll be a bitch
Then a trick'll be a trick
I've got my nigga richie rich and we be all up in the mix
This is thug life baby rollin' hoes like vogues
Stay the fuck up out of mine
And i'll stay out of yours
It's a oakland thang and bitch you wouldn't understand
This tanqueray got me screamin' fuck yo' man.
But now you beefing on the strength
That you was thinkin' i was joking
Hey bitch i got no time for hoes i'm steady clockin'
And if it ain't about a buck i gives a fuck
It's raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck
So what's up with them low life bitches tryin' to play me
Bitch you better see trojan about yo' baby (ha ha)
Trickin' niggas better catch up on they pimpin'
Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slipping
Chorus 'til end

2pac-
Young thugs in this motherfucker
Don't break up the fight, let 'em rumble
Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me

Some say my criminal experience is legendary
I do what's necessary
Niggas wanna see me burried
Worried, if you coming hurried
I ain't going down, fuck the world i'm a thug
Tell 'em can't nothing stop me but a slug
I went from drug dealing to a shot caller
From off the block, no longer rock
And putting money in my pocket, nationwide baller
Bitch nigga i'm prepared to die, before i fry
I hit the weed so i be forever high
My eyes has seen so much in misery, so before i flee
I open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed
Bitches don't wanna see me leave, forever thugging
Tell 'em bury me a g on everything i love
And fuck the law 'cause the raw niggas ain't free
This picture's clear but we can't see, hahaha
This game is jealousy, don't let 'em change
That's what they keep on telling me, motherfuck the fame
I can't sleep 'cause i keep hearing peeps
???? wrapped in my sheets

Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
Rather fuck with these other other little gs
Don't make enemies with me, nigga
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
Fuck with these other other little gs
Don't make enemies with me

Mutah with k-dogg in brackets-
The game is getting deeper with this i couldn't stop, i'm reminising
And having flashbacks when them niggas came up missing
(wish in my heart, these niggas they ain't have to start
Now therefore they gotta see in dark
Played the part with heart when we spark they part
Running silly through the court) they don't really wanna start
(how you wanna do?) yo k, anyway
These motherfuckers wanna play we can do it all day
So i stay (sipping on my aray to keep my head fine
And i'm where? everywhere from here to bedtime)
And i squeeze when i say i'm coming
Straight gunning on enemies if it's really me that they wanting
(cause it ain't nothing, y'all niggas is fronting
Do you really want it? niggas dying...)

2pac-
Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather fuck with these other other little gs
Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather fuck with these other other little gs
Don't make enemies with me

Big mal with yak in brackets-
Now, we're in '94, niggas get bust through the do'
?cup? in a flash sittin on that ass (and rarely fold)
Galitter tell 'em bout that trife shit (you wanna fight?
I wanna light shit, you lose your life bitch)
A nigga struggle too hard for what i got
Hustle (and doubled every fucking yard that i cop and stop
Hell nah! i coulnd't see it
Facing a century in the penatentury but so be it)
And jesus couldn't help me out the state
(prepare for an early date to see my fate at the pearly gate
But wait) no time for stalling (but death is calling)
You wanna stomp on it somebody's gotta start falling
(true, what i do from sun up) is for a come up
(wake up with my gun up) cause when i sneak that's when they run up
(so it's time to spray like ray
And put the freeze on these fake gs) you know how we do

2pac-
Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather fuck with these other other little gs
Don't make enemies with me, nigga
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather fuck with these other other little gs
Don't make enemies with me

What nigga? young motherfucking thugs, let's out do it
Don't make enemies with me nigga
Y'all better fuck with these other niggas
And i don't see it
Don't make enemies with me
Motherfuckers is fatal nigga
I swear by the gods
Don't make enemies with me nigga
Niggas gonna see they caskets fucking with these bastards
Don't make enemies with me
It's for all these motherfuckers that's swearing to god
That they be doing something
Don't make enemies with me
That they touching something
That they being something
Y'all niggas ain't shit
That's on my mama bring the drama, nigga
Young thugs, fuck the drugs
These niggas making records, y'all niggas best to check it
Cause y'all gonna get yo asshole tore
They tearing patches out you niggas ass
All y'all niggas, i don't give a fuck who you running with
This is thug life nigga, the new generation motherfucker
Young thugs we chin checking all you junior high school motherfuckers
Y'all better feel this shit, don't make enemies with these niggas
You better be friendly motherfucker, i swear to god
We running through, smile from handshake

Psst, ay yo, are you afraid to die?
Or do you wanna live forever?
Tell me
What's wrong?

They wanna bury me
I'm worried
I'm losing my mind
Look down the barrel of my nine
And my vision is blurry
Falling to pieces, am i guilty?
I pray to the lord, but he ignores me
Unfortunately, because i'm guilty
Show me a miracle, i'm hopeless
I'm choking on marijuana smoke
With every toke is
Like i'm losing focus
Falling asleep while i'm in service
When will i die?
Forever, paranoid nervous
Because i'm high
Don't mention funerals, i'm stressing, and going nutty,
And remincing about the niggas that murdered my buddy
I wonder when will i be happy
Ain't nothing funny
Flashbacks of busting caps
Anything for money
Where am i going, i've discovered
Can't understand
Why my next door nieghbor is having carloads of undercovers
What a suprise in the mailbox
Hope she get it
Happy birthday bitch, you know you shouldn't of did it
Everybodies dying, am i next
Who can i trust?
Will they be g's and look at me
Before they bust
Or will they kill me while i'm sleeping
Two to the head
While i'm in bed, leaking
Blood on my satin sheets
Is there a heaven for a baller?
Gettin' susipicious of this bitch
The line is busy everytime i call her
Now she's telling me to visit
Who else is home?
I check the house before i bone
So we alone
After i nut
I hit the highway, see ya later
To all the playas, watched her fly way
A nigga played her
Bitch is telling all her homies
That i can fuck her like no other
And now other bitches wanna bone me
I'm under pressure, getting drunk
Somebody help me
I drank a fifth of hennessey
I don't think its healthy
I see my enemies they creeping
Don't make me blast
I watch the 5-0 roll, the mutha-fuckas pass
Nod me like they know me
Smiling as they laugh
I put up my middle finger, then i dash
Niggas don't like me cuz i'm thugging
And everyday, i'm a hustler
Looking to get paid


They wanna bury me, i'm worried
No need to lie
I pray to god
I won't scream when its time to fry
No where to rest
I'm losing homies
Ain't that a bitch
When i was rich i had clout
Now a niggas lonely
I put the pistol to my head
And say a pray
I see visions of me dead
Lord are you there
They tell me i'm lost, cuz i'm lonely
I thought i had friends
But in the end
A nigga dies lonely
No where to run
I'm in terror
And no one cares
A close casket at my funeral
But no one is there
Is there a future for a killer
I change my ways
But still that don't promise me the next day
So i stay thugging with a passion
Forever blasting
I'm busting on you mutha-fuckas when i mash
They wonder if i'm hell bound
Well hell can't be worse than this
Cuz i'm in hell now
Don't make me hurt you
I don't want to, but i will
I've seen mutha-fuckas killed over blown deals
Never will i die, i'll be back
Re-incarnated as a mutha-fucking mac
Eleven, cuz in heaven
There's no shortage on g's
I'm telling you now
You mutha-fuckas don't know me...

Get money nigga
Dedicate this one to all the hustlas
That get up every morning and put there work in

I see you boy


I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.
Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks.
And i'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked.
And niggas laugh, til' tha first mothafucka got blasted.
I put the nigga in his casket,
Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic.
I smoke blunts on a regular fuck when it counts.
I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.
And get ghost on the five-o, fuck them hos.
Got a 45 screamin' of survival.
Hey nigga can i lay low, cook some yay-yo.
Hollar "five-o" when i say so.
Don't want to go to the pen, i'm hittin' fences.
Narcs on a nigga's back, missin' me by inches.
And they say how do you survive weighin' 155
In a city where the little niggas die?
Tell mama don't cry.
Cuz even if they kill me
They can never take the life of a real g
I'm getting money


Still on parole and i'm the first nigga servin'
Pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it.
But if i want to make a million, gotta stay dealin'.
It's kinda boomin' i think today i'll make a killin'.
Dressin' down like a dirty, but only on the block.
It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops.
Ha, i'm gettin' high. i think i'll die if i don't get no ends.
I'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it like it's a benz.
I hate to stip let my music bump,
Drinkin' liquor, and i'm lookin' for a bitch to fuck.
Rather die makin' money than live poor and legal
As i slang another ounce, i wish it was a kilo.
A need money in a major way.
Time to fuck my girl, she's getten' paid
I live a thuglife and let the money come to me
Cuz they can never take the game from a young g


Damned if i don't, and damned if a nigga do.
Now watch a young mothafucka pull a trigga just to raise up!
But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes
Young nigga time to do or die.
I pack a pistol in my pocket,
Ready on my block.
Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit.
And now they see that mothafucka beat pain,
At point blank range cause he slept on the game.
Ain't a damned thing changed
Shakin' the dice, now roll 'em,
If you can't stand pain better hold 'em.
Cause ain't no tellin' what you might roll.
You might fold catch aids from a slight cold.
Better live your life to the fullest,
Be quick to kill a fool, got a pistol mothafucka better pull it.
And even when they kill me,
They can never take the life of a young g.

i was raised a little young nigga doin' bad shit
Talk much shit, cause i never had shit
I can remember bein' whooped in class
And if i didn't pass momma would whoop my ass
Was it my fault poppa didn't plan it out?
Broke out left me to be the man of the house.
I couldn't take it, had to make a profit
Found a block, got a glock, and i cocked it
Makin g's was my mission
Movin enough of this shit to get my momma out the kitchen
And why must i sock a fella
Just to live large like rockafella
First you didn't give a fuck, but you learnin now
If you don't respect our town, then will burn you down
God dam, it's a mutherfuckin riot
Black people on a rage, police so don't try it
If your not from the town, then don't pass through
Cause some old g, fools might blast you
It ain't right but it's long overdue
We can't have peace, till the niggas get a piece too
I want's so you labeled me a criminal
And if i die, i wonda if heaven's got a ghetto.

I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto
I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto
I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto
I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto


Here on earth
Tell me whats a black life worth
A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts
And even when you take the shit
Move cowards get a lawyer, you can shake the shit
Ask rodney, natasha, and many more
It's been goin on for years, theres plenty more
When they ask me when will i violence cease?
When your troops stop shootin niggas down in the streets
Niggas had enough, time to make a difference
Bear witness own a whole business
But regard cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet
But we couldn't afford the shit, now everythings free
So we loot, please don't shot when ya see
I'm takin from them, cause for years they would take from me
Now the tables are turned around
You didn't listen until a nigga turned you down
Now bush can't stop the hit
I predict the shit, in 2pacalypse
And for once i was down with niggas
Felt good in the hood, being around the niggas
And the first time everybody let go
The streets is death row
I wonda if heaven's got a ghetto.


(chorus)


I see no changes, all i see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgraced races
We under, i wonder what it takes to make this
One better place, let erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be actin right
Cause both black and white is smokin crack tonight
And the only time we deal is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
Although it seems evident
We ain't ready to have a black president huh
And ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
I wake up in the mornin, and ask myself
Is life worth livin ,should i blast myself
I'm tired of being poor and even worse, i'm black
My stomach hurts, so i'm lookin for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
Pull a trigga, kill a nigga , he's a hero
Mo' nigga, mo' nigga, mo' niggas
Rather be a dead then a po' nigga
Let the lord judge the criminals, and if i die
I wonda if heaven's got a ghetto.


(chorus until it fades out)

Against all odds, i'm still here nigga
Aiyyy, i got to get my props for 2pacalypse
O.p.d. - what??!
When this album come out, niggaz can kiss my ass
Did you think i'd fall?
You think you could stop a motherfucker like me?
Introducing you to my criminal crew
Treach, a.d., apache, essential
You got to deal with me on a whole new level motherfucker
Above the law, lench mob, the underground
Cause i'm gettin paid
Gets around and we down in this bitch
And the more you try to keep niggaz away from me
The more i unite with mo' niggaz and mo' niggaz and mo' niggaz
Extra special thanks to my nigga big john major
And it's a ghetto in every city and a nigga in every ghetto
I owe him, thanks to my man mike cooley and the rest of out fathers
Motherfucker we are unstoppable
And uhh, i'm not goin alive!

R u still down (x3)

Now up and at em it's on, i was raised to be strong
And mama told me be a thug since the day i was born
I came up, out the gutter never changed my style
Got for real about my papers, cause the game was wild
And the fame was a plot to try to change me
And what's strange is nobody knew my name 'fore it came
Now the whole world is calling me a, killer
All i ever did, was try to reach the kids with the real
All the time i was ballin, never heard my friends callin
Couldn't stop myself from fallin, i'm all in
Shit's gettin sleazy, believe me
Best to take what ya need, but don't be greedy
Cause in my mind, i see sunshine, i thought
I didn't have to run, now i'm duckin from the gun yellin, 'one-time'
Take your time to feel my record, and if you did
Chill a second, my blind method, will still wreck it
My young homies stay strong
I wonder if they'll listen to a nigga when he gone, r u still down?

(chorus) x5
Raise em up... r u still down?

I'm gettin high, so a nigga think he touch the sky
Turn tough inside, in the rush to die
Livin life as a thug time to face the truth
What's goin on with the wasted youth, please god
Come and save me (save me), had to work with what ya gave me
And got a nigga goin crazy
I can't read the signs, i'm blind, but a nigga know
He need his nine, cause times, they ain't what they used to be
Ain't a penitentiary built big enough for me
And my niggaz on the streets, man listen
Cause these ain't the old days
Ain't no way i'ma bustin my ass and gettin no pay
It seems i can't find my focus, and homey i ain't paranoid
I seen the future and it's hopeless
Lord knows, its hard on a young scrub
It seems i had less problems when i slung drugs
But since i'm tryin lace niggaz with the game
Wanna see me locked in chains, tryin to dirty up my name
And them same motherfuckers that was callin me
Will be the first to turn their backs, when i'm fallin, see
I should have seen it from the jump, but now it's clear
This one nigga got the town in fear, but r u still down

(chorus)

I wrote this for my critics and my, enemies
Last year ya used to love me, huh remember me
Now ya hate me with a passion, tryin to get me stuck in the mix
I'm stayin sharp, got no time for them tricks
And now they wonder if i'm goin to jail
Just as well, cause my life on the streets - a living hell
And i can't sleep, they got my phone tapped, and mercy lord
Come get me 'fore they hurt me
Ran outta tears, and through the years couldn't change me
My daddy left me alone, and so i'm angry
I never did nothin wrong, my mama told me, "baby it's on"
And now i'm hustlin and bustlin bones
Never said it came easy, i'm makin cheese
Buyin all the things on tv, and gettin skeezed
Wish my homeboys could see me now
Little bad motherfucker runnin wild through the town
Please tell me, r u still down?

R u still down, to raise em up? remember me (x2)
R u still down, to raise em up?

R u still down, to raise em up? remember me (x3)
R u still down, to raise em up?

R u still down, to raise em up? remember me (x3)
R u still down, to raise em up?

That's right y'all, give them bitches the motherfuckin middle finger
Raisssse em up
These hoes can't fade me, don't these bitches know we crazy?
Thug life, niggaz, be, the sickest
You feel me? now get that shit written down
God damn!
Took four years and a motherfuckin case for these motherfuckers to feel me
Ain't that a bitch?

R u still motherfucking down?
Old hoe ass fake ass niggaz
We out this motherfucker

Ay trusty trusty, what you want man?
Aww nigga let me get one of them cigarettes, 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) x2
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) x3

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!