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1. _ Hellrazor
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
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2. _ F**k All Y'all
(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)
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3. _ Open Fire
Tell me, how many real muthafuckas feel me
I smoke a blunt and freak the funk
Till these jealous mutha-fuckas kill me.
From out the gutter, thank i'm here though
I'm one-sixty-five
Stayin high till i die
My competition is evil
Cause i could give a fuck about you.
You better duck.
Or i'll be forced to hit your ass up,
I gives a fuck.
I'm sick inside my mind, why they sweat me?
Its gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops
To come and get me
Niggas know i ain't the one to sleep on
I'm under pressure
I got to sleep by my piece, extra clips beside my dresser
Word to god i've been ready to die
Since i was born
I don't want no shit
But niggas tripping, yo it's on
Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry
Better have on a vest, aim for ya chest, then your burried
Its a mans world, niggas get played
Another stray, hope i live to see another day, hey
I'm gettin sweated by these undercovers
Who can i trust, got my mama stressing
Thinkin its a drug bust
Gotta get paid, but all the dramas thats attached
We're livin the drug life, thug life, each day could be my last
Will i blast when its time to shoot'em
Don't even ask, thats the consquences when your living fast
6 bricks of tricks for my niggas
I gotta come up and recoup, you keep the dope,
Bring me 6 figures
Is it a bust, i hear the sirens,
Run for cover
Over the fence and open fire.
These muthafuckas on my ass, i'm in traffic
Will it be tragic, im coming round the corner like i'm magic
Doing ninety on the freeway
And hitting swithces,
In a high speed chase with these punk bitches
Don't turn around, i ain't giving up
Cause they don't worry me.
Pussy ass bitches better bury me
Running out of gas time to park it
I'm on foot, we in the hood,
How the fuck they gonna catch a crook?
I got away cause i'm clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor
Now you know playas stick together
I watch the scene from the roof top
Spittin oogies at the cops that persue me
Beyatch, i'll be a hustla till its over, mutha-fucka
Open fire on you bustas.
Don't try to follow me
I'm headed out of state.
I gotta pay my fuckin bills,
So i'm transporting weight
Change my plates, pick up my nigga
And now we rollin, dropping keys like they stolen
Tell me who do you fear ?
I'm outta town till they coast is clear
Enough dope to last a year.
They got me runnin from the police
No where to go, with the lights out, rolling down a dirt road
But i ain't going alive,i rather die than be a convict
I rather fire on my target.
I hit the corner doing 90,
Ahh shit, them bitches right behind me
They take a shot and hit my fuckin tire.
Now
I jump out the car and open fire.
Ha ha, suckas
Thug life bitch
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4. _ Thug Style
(intro)
Fuck 2pac that nigga ain't shit
That nigga ain't from muhfuckin' new york
That nigga be out there with them cali niggas
Yo nigga man fuck pac that nigga west coast
That fucker that always with them new york niggas
Seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain't from the west coast
Man fuck pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain't really down
Rapin' ass nigga i didn't do it fuck it with that nigga
Fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail right
And fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga
2pac- (overlapping)
I'm in this muthafucka
I guess these muthafuckas tryin' to take me out the business right
I guess i ain't east coast enough for my niggas back in new york
And i ain't west coast for these niggas on the west huh?
Fuck e'rybody
Heh heh heh...
Thug style out this muthafucka niggas throw ya hands in the air
If you got jeep make ya speakers pop
I want muthafucking police trying to pull niggas over on this one
We taking this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style thug style
You feel me, things that we can only do as a real g
We ain't dead yet, feel me!!
I got my hennessy find ya foes
In a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes
I'm getting high off buddha
'cause the times be slow
I keep my mind on dough
You never find me broke
And who meee a nigga livin' life like a g
In that artillery keepin' niggas off of me
I can't sleep living in these wicked times
Peep, niggas after me 'cause they see i'm stacking g's and heat
You can holler if you want to pleeease
I ain't runnin' with no punk crew beeee
Enemies and my range is on
You're in the danger zone
My fuckin' game is strong, hotline
You suckas better find ya mind i got mine
From hustling and busting them rhymes
To my niggas up in quentin
Down on riker's isle stay rile
But a nigga gotta use his styles
These,
(chorus)
Niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile
Was a problem child
Try to put me in the courts
But my force was wild
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style
These,
Niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile
Was a problem child
Try to put me in the courts
But my force was wild
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style
I could be wrong but i never got along with cops
It's like they stuck
From making niggas duck from glocks all the time
My mind's full of thoughts of ends
I'm still rolling my bucket but i bought me a benz (tadow)
My fake friends say they love me but i know they lie
Cause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicide
My mama cried when they took me off to jail
Only me inside the cell
Straight locked up in this hell
I hear some sucka screaming like the demon's inside
Will 'em away in the morning
Only the strong survive
I cry but in my own way
Swallow my pride pick a reason to hide
From all the niggas that die (rest in peace)
Cemetary full of brothers i buried
It's going down even now i wonder
Will i still be around my hometown is the gutter
I was born a wild came up out this dust
With my heartless style
These,
(chorus)
I remember uptown huh got to get to listenin'
To mr. magic cuttin' up the hits
And even though i had habit makin' words rhyme
I was caught up in the madness
Juvenile thugs come on
I tell the whole story nothin' but truth
Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs
And pete and lee young g's
With a gift of gab and tryin' to hook up with the hookers
Who was quick to stab remember mama's cooking
No school straight hookin'
And tryin' to get with light skinned
Cause she good looking
And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't paying
Call the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biatch)
I'm prayin' i can get a buck no luck
I had to move around a lot
'cause my moms was stuck
I had family but i was way too wild
Had to move to the west to regain my style
These,
(chorus till fade...)
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5. _ Where Do We Go From Here (interlude)
Power.. pow.. power...
Guess who's back? hahaha, here we go
It's ninety-fo', what's next?
Power.. enter my world
I guess this year gonna be a motherfucker for real niggaz
I swear these playa haters done got a taste of power
It ain't all good in the hood
Least not on my side, from where i stand
And the law? man, fuck the law!
Niggaz must outthink, outstep, and continue to outsmart
The motherfuckin law, in every way
Key word in ninety-four is 'down low'
Gots to be struggling
I see how the rich got theirs
Nigga i'm legit, shit
Where do we go from here?
(who's afraid, of the punk police?
To my niggaz run the streets, fuck peace) --> repeat in background
Heyyy niggaz, where your heart at?
See motherfuckers killin babies, killin mommas
Killin kids, puttin this in they motherfuckin mark
Now what type of mixed up trick would kill the future of our race
Before he would he look his enemy dead in the eye, and open fire?
These crazy motherfuckers got toys with guns
Jails for guns, but still, no god damn jobs
And they wonder why we loc'n up
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go?
*singers singing variations of 'where do we go from here'*
All you niggaz out there
The clouds shook, the world listened
We stood together in april of ninety-two
With duty, and a sense of honor
There is no limit to what we can achieve
That's all on us... us...
Not my niggaz, not the whites, not the enemies
Or none of them motherfuckers, us
What can we do? shit
I declare a death sentence to all child molestors
Fake-ass bitches, male and female
And all you punk-ass snitches
We can do without your asshole
Let no man break, what we set
Where do we go from here?
Rest in peace, to cato, i miss you
All the other real g's that passed away in ninety-three
In ninety-four, and more
What do we do? for us?
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6. _ Do For Love
do for love
Turn it up loud
Hahaha, ahahaha, hey man
You a little sucker for love, right?
Word up, hahahahaha
I shoulda seen
You was trouble right from the starrrrt, taught me so many lessons
How not to mess with broken hearts, so many questions
When this began we was the perfect match, perhaps
We had some problems but we workin at it, and now
The arguments are gettin loud, i wanna stay
But i can't help from walkin out, just throw it away
Just take my hand and understand, if you could see
I never planned to be a man, it just wasn't me
But now i'm searchin for commitment, in other arms
I wanna shelter you from harm, don't be alarmed
Your attitude was the cause, you got me stressin
Soon as i opened up the door with your jealous questions
Like where can i be you're killin me with your jealousy
Now my ambition's to be free
I can't breathe, cause soon as i leave, it's like a trap
I hear you callin me to come back, i'm a sucka for love
... that's right, sucka for love
(chorus) x2
What you won't do, do for love
You tried everything, but you don't give up
Just when i thought i broke away and i'm fellin happy
You try to trap me say you pregnant and guess who the daddy
Don't wanna fall for it, but in this case what could i do? so now i'm back
To makin promises to you, tryin to keep it true
What if i'm wrong, a trick to keep me on and on
Tryin to be strong and in the process, keep you goin
I'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin close
To packin up and leavin notes, and gettin ghost
Tell me who knows, a peaceful place where i can go
To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control
My heart is sayin leave, oh what a tangle web we weave
When we conspire to conceive, and now
You gettin calls at the house, guess you cheatin
That's all i need to hear cause i'm leavin, i'm out the do'
Never no more will you see me, this is the end
Cause now i know you've been cheatin, i'm a sucka for love
... damn, sucka for love... sucka for love
... sucka for love
(chorus)
Now he left you with scars, tears on your pillow and you still stay
As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away
It wasn't always a hit and run relationship
It use to be love, happieness and companionship
Remember when i treated you good
I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood
Me and you a happy home, when it was on
I had a love to call my own
I shoulda seen you was trouble but i was lost, trapped in your eyes
Preoccupied with gettin tossed, no need to lie
You had a man and i knew it, you told me
Don't worry bout it we can do it now i'm under pressure
Make a decision cause i'm waitin, when i'm alone
I'm on the phone havin secret conversations, huh
I wanna take your misery, replace it with happiness
But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love
... sucka for love, know you ain't right g but yet i'ma sucka for love
(chorus)
... i'ma sucka for love, sucka for love
... sucka for love
(chorus) x2
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7. _ I'm Losin' It
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...)
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8. _ Hold On, Be Strong
Hold on, be strong
I never had much
Ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneaking weed in my bag lunch
And off in junior high
We was just getting by
And drive bys robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry
Even though i had pain in my heart
I was hopeless from the start
They couldn't tell me nothing
They all tried to help to help me
The marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy
I traveled places
Caught cases
What a ill year
I felt the pain in the rain
But i'm still here
Never did like the police
Let the whole world know
Now i gets no peace
Cause they chasing me down
And facing me now
Well do i do these things that a thug goes through?
Still i rise
So keep ya head up
And make ya mind strong
Its a struggle every day but you gotta hold on
Hold on
Be strong
Hold on
Be strong
When it's on it's on
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9. _ Lie To Kick It
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
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10. _ Definition Of A Thug Nigga
My definition of a thug nigga
I played the cards i was given
Thank god i'm still livin'
Pack my 9 till it's time to go to prison
As i'm bailin' down the block
That i come punk (?)
Still gotta pack a gun
In case some young muthafuckas wanna play dumb
I guess i live life forever jugglin'
But i'll be hustlin' till the early morning
'cause i'm strugglin'
Like drinkin' liquor
Make the money come quicker
Gettin' pages from my bitches
Time to dick her
I ain't in love with her
I just wanna be the one to hit her
Drop off and let the next nigga get her
That's the way it goes
It's time to shake a hoe
Make the doe
Break a hoe when it's time to make some mo'
I keep my finger on the trigga of my glock ridin' down the block
Lickin' shots at the punk ass cops
And spittin' game through my mobile phone
The type of shit to get them hoes to bone
My definition of a thug nigga
(chorus x3)
Tis the season to be servin'
What you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a muthafucka
Well, i roll with a crew of zoo niggas
Quick to pull a 9 when it's time to do niggas
Comin' thru
Like i'm two niggas
A true nigga fuck a zig zag
Roll me a blunt and pass the brew nigga
I'm drivin' drunk on the freeway
So take it easy
Lookin' for a new face to skeez man
Everybody lookin' for a nut
But i'm searching for the big bucks
Give a fuck
Rather die than be stuck
In a one room shack and
Kickin' back daydreaming with the 9 in my lap
So how's that from the mind of a thug nigga
Bought a fo' five cuz i heard that the slug's bigger
Figure the first muthafucka to jump
'll find hisself getting swept off his feet by the pump
I put that on my moms
Word to the muthafuckin' trigga
Before i go broke i'll be a drug dealer
A thug nigga
(chorus x3)
Tis the season to be servin'
What you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a muthafucka
Short than a muthafucka
Snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime
So here we go
We in the inner city
I keep my hand on my gat and stay cool
My attitude is shitty
Niggas don't like me cuz i'm making ends
Roll in a benz and i blaze a blunt
'cause i'm all in
And any nigga trying to take what i got
'll hafta deal with the 16 shot glock
Huh, so here we go
I can't be faded
Happy than a muthafucka
Finally made it
Got my money in my pocket
Finger on the trigga
And i ain't takin' shit from no niggas
I'm just tryin' to make some money aight
Put some muthafuckin' food in my tummy right
I'm feeling good like i'm s'posed to
Ready to ball
Find a spot and we can serve 'em all
My definition of a thug nigga.
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11. _ Nothing To Lose
Baby, honey, if I had some bread
We could stay here one morning, just lying in bed
I make you breakfast, and coffee just like I said
It’s funny baby, because as it stands
I got no money, honey, to meet your demands
I got to pull me a rabbit out of this hat with my two hands
Oh you say you’ve got a habit
Baby I do too
I put all of my bad habits
Some of my good ones too
Oh baby I had nothing, but it wasn’t enough for you
Cos I had nothing, and now I have
No you too, no you too
Oh baby I had nothing, now I have
No you too.
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
You tell me, get a real job
Stop chasing thrills, why are you playing that piano?
Yeah its not paying the bills, but baby me without it
Is like a little fishy with no gills
Oh you say you’ve got a habit
But baby that ain’t news
The way you’re carrying on
People might think that I’m neglecting you
They say when you got nothing
Then you got nothing to prove
That’s when you told me, go prove it to myself
But not you, no not you
Cos baby I had nothing, now I have no you too
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) X2
Oh you say you’ve got a habit
Oh what else is news?
I got all of my bad habits
Trying to do what I could for you
They say when you’ve got nothing
Then you’ve got nothing to lose
But if that’s true, tell me how come I lost you
I lost you, because baby I had nothing
Now I have, no you too, no you too
Baby I had nothing, now I have, no you too
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) X4
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12. _ Enemies With Me
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
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13. _ When I Get Free
when i get free
Guess who's back, and ready to knock off
A cop or two
Cuz me and the crew can still
Get our rocks off
Pentintiary, don't stop a nigga
Cuz he in jail
Hell, i'm making my money on the streets
From here in the cell
I'm living prop
Cops is having fits
Just made a profit
You punks ain't stoping shit
I still remember what my momma told me
Find the cop that killed who killed brother
Send him to hell looking holy
Cause a real nigga loved to brawl
Whats raw, is a nigga thats above the law.
Keep pressing your luck and get fucked
Think a nigga don't know whats up
Cuz he locked up
But in the meantime
Get swole, clean time
Concentrate on getting green time
And as the years go by
They forgot about the small time soldier from the block
Huh
To kill the crook
They through the book at me
Don't worry be nappy, don't even look happy
Put me in the hole, gave me cold cuts
Did push ups till i swole up
And then they offered me a ferload
But what they don't know
Is as soon as i get free i'm killing 5 more
They asked me if i changed much.
I told them yea even though im still the same nut.
Started askin me questions about my brother
Makin remarks about my mother.
Wait a minute, hold up
Making jokes about my folks
Will get yours blown up
He sent me back to the whole
For what i told him
I guess he didn't believe me
So i showed him
He went home to find a tragedy
Nigga, thats what you get for badger me
And anybody else trying to sweat me
I'm already in jail so you punks can't get me
You better pray you never see me
Cause if they let me free
Prepare for trouble on the streets.
When i get free
Chorus
When i get free
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14. _ Only Fear Of Death
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...
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15. _ I'm Getting Money
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.
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16. _ 16 On Death Row
Death row
That's where motherfuckers is endin up
Dear mama, i'm caught up in this sickness
I rob my adversaries, but slick done left a witness
Wonder if they'll catch me, or will this nigga snitch
Should i shoot his bitch, or make the nigga rich?
Don't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped
Hawkin while i'm walkin, and talkin behind my back
I'm kind of schizophrenic, i'm in this shit to win it
Cause life's a wheel of, fortune here's my chance to spin it
Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me
Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me
Niggaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash
Whip out the nine, now i'ma dive and pump your ass
Peter picked a pepper, but i can pick a punk
Snatched him like a bitch, and threw him in the trunk
The punk thought i was bluffin, but swear i'm nothin nice
Before i take your life, first wrestle with these, mics
I listen to him scream, tray deee went insane
I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain
New rovers pull me over, i'm sentenced to the pen
Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend
It's trouble on my mind, i'm with the old timers
And fuck five-oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners
(chorus)
2pac singing-
Bye bye, i was never meant to live
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live
Bye bye, i was never meant to be
Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
Bye bye, and i got no place to go...
Where they find me? 16 on death row
Dear mama, these cops don't understand me
I turned to a life of crime, cause i came from a broken family
My uncle used to touch me, i never told you that
Scared what you might do, i couldn't hold you back
I kept it deep inside, i done let it fuel my anger
I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger
The brother in my set, is 16 is wet
It's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin hell
I shouldn'ta let him catch me
Instead of livin sad in jail i coulda died free and happy
And my cellmate's raped on the norm
And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin torn
They made me an animal
Can't sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals
And that's how it is in the pen
Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend
My mama prayed for me
Tell the lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?)
Cause when they come for me they find a struggler
To the death i take the breath from your jugular
The trick is to never lose hope
I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on death row
(chorus)
Dear mama, they sentenced me to death
Today's my final day, i'm countin every breath
I'm bitter cause i'm dyin, so much i haven't seen
I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16
I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a shit
And they too quick to say goodbye to me
They tell me the preacher's there for me
He's a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared for me
He's only here to be sure
I don't drop a dime to god bout the crimes he's commitin
On the poor, and how can these people judge me?
They ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me
I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan
To keep a nigga in the state pen
And to my homies out buryin motherfuckers
Steer clear of these aryan motherfuckers
Cause once they got you locked up
They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot
I'm convinced self-defense is the way
Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day
I wish i woulda known while i was out there
Now i'm straight headin for the chair
(chorus)
16 on death row
It's to all my partners in the penetentiaries
16 on death row
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17. _ I Wonder If Heaven's Got A Ghetto
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)
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18. _ Ready 4 Whatever
(rule number one... niggaz die, daily, hahahaha)
Hear me! boo-yaow!
(ready for whatever, hell yeah
What type nigga be a thug life nigga?
Them thug life niggaz be the craziest - run up nigga!)
2pac-
There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame
Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain
Will i survive or will i die is what i wonder
Puffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep from goin under
Gettin lost in the madness, blunted gettin tipsy
Got my pistol out the window screamin, "lord come and get me"
Am i sick, or am i just another victim?
Unloadin my clip, i'm watchin every bullet spit when i kick em
Niggaz die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me a g
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me
Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's caught
Had a motherfuckin ward but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be together
Until then i'm ready for whatever, c'mon
(yeah, niggaz movin somethin in the nine-trey
It's all about makin money, gettin yours
And knockin coppers off the motherfuckin planet
Word to the motherfuckin nine nigga
We gonna make this motherfucker ours
If they don't feel me, they gon kill me
So syke, get skanless nigga)
Big syke-
Am i going to hell or will i reach heav-en? (hell naw)
After all this shit i did with my mac-11
Did i sell my soul? mama woulda saved me
That's the way that daddy raised me
Oh god, help me i'm losin it
So fuck it! take me i'm doin it!
I need to change and look for a better way
I got a hundred round clip to my ak
Commitin sins i might die in vain
So fuck it! we'll live off the street fame!
God didn't send me in the right direction
I'm gettin hit by a diesel in the intersection
I know you're out there help a young brother (hear me)
Til then i'ma smoke motherfuckers
Things wouldn't be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, i'm ready for whatever
(hahahahaha, that's my motherfuckin nigga there
Big ballin-ass syke
Yeah nigga, you schooled them young bustas
On how it is to be a real motherfuckin g
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin daily so you best be packin
If you ain't, boo-yaow motherfucker!)
2pac-
Dear mama i know you worry cause i'm hardly at home
Every other night in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it cause i can't take it got me livin in hell
Like i'm walkin with a secret that'll kill me if i tell
I live the thug life and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the game
So much caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
When i die, bury me with my fo'-five
And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga
Goin to hell with my finger on the trigger
Now everybody's starin
Got a nigga losin hair and they wonder if i'm all there
Well don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers
When niggaz gettin richer (mo' money)
Now tell me if you wanna live forever
Niggaz dyin so be ready for whatever
(yeah, ready for whatever
Ready for whatever
Thug life niggaz and we be ready for whatever
Let me go like this, ready for whatever
Huh, big syke he be ready for whatever
My nigga kato, ready for whatever
Pain, he's ready for whatever
And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever
My nigga banks just be ready for whatever
Modu, he's ready for whatever
Big serg, we ready for whatever
Charlie tango, ready for whatever
My nigga pac, be ready for whatever
Yeah, ready for whatever
Ready for whatever
My big-ballin ass nigga boom, ready for whatever fo' sho'
Yeah, you know!
This how the player's do it
I know you standin there confused
You wonderin -- what type of nigga is a thug life nigga?
Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga
About gettin riches, bitches, and plenty loc
Ya hear me?)
Ready for whatever
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19. _ Black Starry Night
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!
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20. _ Redemption
Hahahahaha!
(thug life bitch, goin out like that)
Once again! hahaha!
Once again! hahaha!
(thug life bitch)
2 pac- y'all can't kill me!
(goin out like that)
Hahahaha!
2 pac- y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch*
2 pac- y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch*
Open fire on you niggaz
(thug life bitch)
2 pac- y'all can't kill me! hahahaha
(goin out like that)
Once again! hahaha!
Once again! hahaha!
(thug life bitch, goin out like that)
Open fire on you niggaz *lower pitch*
2 pac- y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch*
Once again! hahaha!
(thug life bitch, goin out like that)
(thug life bitch, goin out like that)
2 pac- y'all can't kill me!
Once again! hahaha!
Open fire on you niggaz *lower pitch* (repeats in background)
Once again! hahaha!
2 pac- y'all can't kill me!
2 pac- y'all can't kill me! hahahaha
2 pac- y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch*
(thug life bitch, goin out like that)
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21. _ R U Still Down?(remember Me)
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
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22. _ Nothin' But Love
Straight outta oakland, california where we spark it on ya
Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners
I remember drinkin hennesey, smokin weed
Fantasize about the things we'd grow to be
Had a partner named snoop, loved to clown a stank
Smoke a pound a day, commenced to down a drank
Shooting craps in the alley til they chased us off
Pour a little for my homies but don't waste it all
Oooohweee, who popped that coochie best?
On my tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest
Having house parties in a crowded spot
And you can tell it's hot, they talk loud a lot
Everybody wanna dance when the slow jam come
Lookin dumb, cause you waitin for your chance to hump
Straight grindin, everybody havin fun
And it's cool til a fool pull a loaded gun
Cause another dude kicked his bacardi over
He had to act a fool now the party's over
Gun shots rang like it's thunder
And everybody bum rushing and i'm rushing to get a number
Says she got a man but she's lying
Why? i seen her talking to this other guy and..
He's a dealer so you know she gonna sweat him
I ain't trippin i just hope he get em, i got nuttin but love
(chorus)
Singers-
Ain't got nuttin but love for ya
2pac-
I'm down for yours, nuttin but
Love
(repeat x4)
I love to go back, to the block i got my game from
Cause uh, old man still drinkin, his breath still stinkin
He'd love to tell ya what he's thinkin
But i can't diss him he's my elder
He been livin here longer what that tell ya?
And little girls playin double dutch
Still blush, cause she don't get in trouble much
It's uhh, ponytails and barrettes
I gotta make it back home, before the sun decides to set
And little boys playin stick ball, quick y'all
Get out the street before they hit y'all
And as i reminisce, i think about my ghetto bliss
And wonder how we came to this
I help an old lady across the street, the cost is free
I can't take what she offers me
And this is how the world could be
This is how the world should be
Feels good to be back on the streets
Cause i know they got love for me, nuttin but love
(chorus)
When i was young i used to want to be a dealer see
Cause the gold and cars they appealed to me
I saw our brothers getting rich slangin crack to folks
And the square's getting big for these sack of dope
Started thinking bout a plan to get paid myself
So i made myself, raised myself
Til the dealer on the block told me, "that ain't cool
You ain't meant to slang crack, you a rapper fool"
I got my game about women from a prostitute
And way back used to rap on the block for loot
I tryed to make my way legit, haha
But it was hard, cause rhymes don't pay the rent
And uhh, it was funny how i copped out
I couldn't make it in school, so finally i dropped out
My family on welfare
I'm steady thinking, since don't nobody else care
I'm out here on my own
At least in jail i have a meal and i wouldn't be alone
I'm feelin like a waste, tears rollin down my face
Cause my life is filled with hate
Until i looked around me
I saw nothing but family, straight up down for me
Panthers, pimps, pushers and thugs
Hey yo, that's my family tree, i got nuttin but love
(chorus - repeats for a while without 2pac)
Oaktown --
Singers-
Ain't got nuttin but love for ya
Ain't got nuttin but love for ya (repeats till fade...)
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23. _ When I Get Free 2
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!
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