Until The End Of Time

Intro

Oh man
(hey)
Yeah
(hey)
(ha ha)
Let's turn this house
Into a happy home
(this for all the homeboys)
(that couldn't)
Let's turn this house
Into a happy home
(as long as one of us got it)
(some of us got it)
Let's turn this house
Into a happy home
(you know what that is)
(stay down for me)
(ha ha)

Verse 1:


Now we been kicking it, for quite some time
Remain beside me, through my trials
In this life of crime, we done fought
So many times, i forgot to count
I never hit you, now the coward
Rather leave your house, remember back in december
When we was tight, sippin' alize and crystal
While in every night in my bedroom
Promise that i commit to you soon
Tongue kiss me everytime you see
We step inside a room, straight out the hood
We promise to be good to each other
Plus i love you so i know you goin' make a good mother
Just try to understand if i change a time
It's only cause i never owned anything that's mine
So i'm trying, you can stay with my momma but keep the drama
To a low, never call the police
I never call you bitch or hoe
We were all born hungry in this world alone
Finally moved out
My mom's house
And got a happy home

Chorus : female singer (2pac)


Hap-py home (lets turn the house into a happy home)
Hap-py home (finally made it out of my momz house)
(got a happy home)

Hap-py home (lets turn the house into a happy home)
Happy home
(huh)


Verse 2 :

Born through hard times ghetto child of mine
I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes
To be honest it's a hard road
Just keep your faith in god
Knowin' you can be scarred though
Look at him walkin' and talkin'
A little child with my eyes and mouth
Father, watch over little seeds
Help me guide them out
Had to change my whole lifestyle
Married my baby's momma
Made her my wife now
I'm tryin' hard y'all
Maybe in time
I'll be a better man
Watching the older couples handle it like veterans
Show me the meaning of forever
And together we rise if it would
Help our child grow live together
We die
Why question my love
It's so easy to see without my family
All i'm left with is a shadow of me
After all the arguements and the nights alone
Now it's time to live the good life
Inside a happy home


Chorus :

Hap-py home (turn the house into a happy home)
Hap-py home (finally got to live a good live inside a happy home)

Hap-py home (turn the house into a happy home)
Hap-py home (a happy home)

Male singer (2pac) :

All these problems got me gone,we got a family of our own
I just want a happy home (turn this house into a happy home)
Long as we just stand up alone, i'll promise i won't do you wrong
I just want a happy home (finally made it out of my momz house)
(got a happy home)


Female singer (2pac)

Hap-py home (turn the house into a happy home)
Hap-py home (finally got to live a good live inside a happy home)

Hap-py home (finally made it out of my momz house)
(got a happy home)
(hey)
(haha)
(turn this house into a happy home)

As long one of us got, some of us got it

(turn this house into a happy home)

Intro -

Yeah;
Ballad of a dead soulja;
This is the ballad of a dead soulja;
This is ballad of a dead soulja;
The ballad of a dead soulja;

1st verse -

The plan;
To take a man of the whole family;
Though underhanded;
To be the man it was planned;
All my roaddogz;
Official mob figgaz love to act up;
The first to bomb when we rob niggaz - i can be;
Lost in my own mind;
To be the boss only thought's grippin chrome nines;
Niggaz get tossed up;
War scars, battlefield memories;
Swore i saw the devil in my empty glass of hennessey;
Talkin to a nigga on a tight leash;
Screamin fuck tha police;
As i ride through the night streets;
Little child runnin wild;
Towards danger;
What's the cause;
Don't be alarmed;
Death to all strangers;
Maybe i'm a madman;
A pistol grabbin nigga - unleash the sandman;
Promise a merciless retaliation;
Nothin' is colder;
Close your eyes - hear the ballad of a dead soulja;

Hook 1 -

(singing)
Thug 4 life i will be;
(2pac)
This is the ballad of a dead soulja;
(singing)
A life of crime i will lead;
(2pac)
Close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soulja;
(singing)
If you play the game, you play to win;
(2pac)
This is the ballad of a dead soulja;
(singing)
It's a crazy world full of sin;
(2pac)
Close your eyes;

2nd verse -

Completely lost;
Revenge at all cost;
Payback's a bitch - switch now the trick's crossed;
Tossed up and never to be heard of;
A single witness screamin' bloody murda - murda;
Blast - tell me homie whatcha see now;
A blind man and a dead body;
I'm ready to leave town;
And get my cash though;
Hook up with kastro;
Homie had to blast on the task force;
Stupid coppers tried to play us out;
Never that;
They took my money and my stash;
Time to get 'em back; (pac laughs)
Upon my secret arrival;
Two glock four-fives time for survival;
Death to my rivals;
Tell me what you want lord;
Nobody left after the death of a drug lord; (pac laughs)
The situation's critical;
Nothin' is colder;
Than hearin' the ballad of a dead soulja;

Hook 2 -

(singing)
Thug 4 life i will be;
(2pac)
This is the ballad of a dead soulja;
(singing)
A life of crime i will lead;
(2pac)
Close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soulja;
(singing)
If you play the game, you play to win;
(2pac)
This is a ballad of a dead soulja;
(singing)
It's a crazy world full of sin;
(2pac)
C-c-c-close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soulja;

3rd verse -

Big coward put your hands to the moon;
When my glocks rang out;
The niggaz came out - boom;
Who wanna see me in a challenge?;
So merciless i'm terrifyin' niggaz in my ballads;
Do you feel me?;
Coppo a copper time;
One day i'll be the don;
Until then remain strong;
My only fear of death is reincarnation;
Bustin' at my adversaries like a mental patient;
To all my niggaz facin' sixty years;
Sheddin' tattoo tears another suicide out on the tier;
Takin' private planes tryin' to survive the game;
For all my homies that'll never be alive again;
All they promise us is death nigga;
Take a breath - could be the last one left nigga;
It's real now;
Feel it and fantasize;
Ain't nothin' colder;
Listen you could hear it;
The ballad of a dead soulja;

Hook 3 -

(singing)
Thug 4 life i will be;
(2pac)
This is the ballad of a dead soulja;
(singing)
The life of crime i will lead;
(2pac)
C-c-c-close your eyes - hear the ballad of a dead soulja;
(singing)
If you play the game, you play to win;
(2pac)
This is the ballad of a dead soulja;
(singing)
It's a crazy world full of sin;
(2pac)
C-c-c-close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soulja;

Outro -
(2pac)
This go out to kato, mental;
All the niggaz that done passed away;
(this is the ballad of a dead soulja)
Mutulu;
Geronimo;
All the down ass ridahs;
All the niggaz that put it down;
All the souljas;
All the niggaz that go through that day-to-day struggle;
(this is the ballad of a dead soulja)
All the niggaz that passed on;
All the niggaz with ambition and money in they heart;
All the niggaz that want some and that don't take none; (pac laughs)
(this is the ballad of a dead soulja);
Police is so scared of us;
Oh the feds? they aware of us;
They wanna see us dead;
They got pictures of a nigga head;
(ballad of a dead soulja)
Tryin' to see me in chains;
Shit - them niggaz'll never breath again;
Before they put me in a cell they'll see me in hell;
(cause it's the ballad of a dead soulja)
Got my pistols cocked;
Run the whole muthafuckin' block;
Fuck the cops;
The police? we run these streets, nigga;
(they heard the ballad of a dead soulja)
These niggaz can't see me;
Half the world wanna be me;
Multi-millionaire - shit it ain't fair;
But nigga, you know
(it's the ballad of a dead soulja)
(it's the ballad of a dead soulja)

[2pac]
Ay come on jojo ('pac.. hahaha)
Yeah that type of shit (maybe it's the thug in me)
You know what time it is (maybe it's the thug in me)

[2pac]
By age thirteen i was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood never be the same
Walked in my daddy's shoes
No time to be a peaceful man had to shatter fools
That's 'til i put my eyes on you
God damn, sweetheart you got some thighs on you
Now i can't wait to get you home, get you all alone
In my bedroom, baby can we bone, and get it on
Tell me lady how you like me
And if you want it harder baby, come and bite me
But do it lightly; cause that excites me to let it pop
And if you lick me right, i'll do it all night
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga (haha)
Though i like the way you scream when you lovin me
I'm goin deep, it's the thug in me; so whatchu sayin girl?

[chorus: k-ci & jojo] *
A thug nigga like me, i need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug in me, that i wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, i need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug in me, that i wanna give to you girl

* 'pac repeats "maybe it's the thug in me" at various points

[2pac]
Moan baby when we bone it's on
It's so strong niggaz in the next room'll cum
I got ya head swingin, tongue kissin as i hit it from the back
With the bed ringin (haha)
Give me space as i lick ya face, stick the place
Synchronize so i drive when they kick the bass
Love fuckin in tha mo'nin
I get ya wet and bust a sweat, then i'm gone
Left you on yo' own girl
Tell me what you feel like, blindfolded
I'm cold do it real nice - that's if it feel right
Maybe it's the thug in me
I pull ya hair while we fuckin in the chair, when ya lovin me
Up against the wall, you can have it all; just try
Bet my kiss, can get you high, don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts when i'm lovin you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you

[chorus]

[2pac]
Say baby what's your phone number?
Be warned, i'm like a storm with my own thunder, i make the room rumble
In and out long stroke, hold ya breath now
Close your eyes deep throat - did you like it?
Oooh i'm excited!
Cause it's a party in my bedroom, you're invited - c'mon now
Let me see ya shake your rump, tell me
How long will it take to cum, havin fun
Do it one on one and we can all get involved
First y'all do me, then i'll fuck y'all
When you call me the next day
To get sexed by a nigga in the best way
Yeah baby it's a price to pay, only play in the fast lane
When you a hustler, motherfuck a cash came
I gotcha goin wild, cause i'm lovin you
Drugged out with this motherfuckin thug in you

[chorus] - 2x

[2pac]
I don't wanna talk, i don't want no explanations
I don't got no motherfuckin explanations, y'knahmsayin?
It's the thug in me
Don't be askin why i'm pullin your hair
And why i fuck so motherfuckin thuggish
That thug passion, y'knahmean?
Bitch, no mercy
What you scared of? didn't you come over here to get fucked?
You ain't come over here for me to be
Strokin, and all that bullshit
You came over here to get fucked
Shit, if i ain't fuck you thug style
Bitch you'd leave my house talkin bout, "tupac can't serve me"
Won't have me crossed up in that bullshit, hahaha
Turn over! maybe it's the thug in me! ..

[chorus 2x: 2pac]
M.o.b., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches

[2pac]
Thugs known to bust on sight
God bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin that thug life
Been raised in violence homicide's my lullaby
Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die
Boss players you wonder why
I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride
Bitches and niggaz in penitentary suits
I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops
As for you females, i got no time, i gotta get mine
You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime
My time as shorty was full of car chases
While runnin with john gotti's and scarface's
Niggas knew, i'd be the don in my own crew
A million niggaz with automatics who swarm through
You wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alert
Cause we comin' for you, and keep it money over bitches

[chorus] w/ ad libs

[fatal]
I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot 'til you drop
All you wannabe cops, you don't wanna see shots
I beef deep with the police peep what these streets do to me
Actin all new to me i creep on you like puberty
You don't wanna see the bad image of this scrimmage
From here to east greenwich through every state with a sentence
Frozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
1 2's we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
When i'm drinkin cristal, start thinkin 'bout al
Bacardi coverin my body at the wink and a smile
Bag a hottie or two, cause butter shotties for you
I got more bodies then drew, i drink mynotti on new, fuck your crew
This type of shit i do for a petty hobby
Fuck the world it's fatal dog against everybody

[chorus]

[mopreme]
My shit's phenomenal, droppin like domino
Comin with the real yo and fuck what you feel yo
This is not for all the freaks in short skirts
This is for my niggaz nationwide doin work, get your feelings hurt
Lose mo' faith than a composure, money and the doja
Bitches is a cobra with deadly venom
Move as smooth as i get 'em, stackin g's
My niggas crosstown got ki's
Hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over bitches
(nigga!)

[chorus]

[big syke]
I'm hittin sixteen switches, my money over bitches
The struggle continues i'll miss you on my road to riches
I'm contribed to strive never laggin
Disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flaggin
As i get 'em up and leave 'em stuck
Pager blowin up but i don't give a fuck
I'm fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin
Loc'ers and smokers engaged twenty-fo'/seven
So what can you do for me and what can i do for you
But stay true, and do the things that we do
Blinded evil-minded no option for my offspring
Reminded can't find it complications what the future brings
Losin my mind why you sweatin me all the time
I'm caught in a bind, quality time on my grind
Rather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitches
I'm 'bout my riches, money over bitches

[chorus]

[e.d.i.]
That's from the time a nigga close his eyes i'm hopin, i hope he awoken
Payin my own that's tokin chokin off-a glocks smokin
Money and power watch these bitches cause they skanless
Gettin niggaz fucked 'n stuck from timbuk' to los angeles
Ain't a nigga ruggeder than this grimy heine' guzzler
Cowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin ya
Me and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin in flocks
Deuce-deuce in my socks keepin a watch out for cops
Gettin kicked, i keep my mind on my riches
While uncontrolled schemes keep me choosin my money over all my bitches

[chorus] - 2x

[2pac]
That's right nigga
Money over motherfuckin bitches
M.o.b. on 'em nigga
Keep your motherfuckin mind on your money, fuck these hoes
(thug life baby) you don't need no motherfuckin bitches
You need some motherfuckin money
Get your mind right nigga, keep your game tight
Play right play by the rules and you'll get paid fuck the fools
We up out of this bitch here

[e.d.i.]
Biatch!

Intro -

Fuckin' lil homiez;
Everybody duckin';
My fuckin' lil homiez;
Lil homiez;
Everbody duckin';
My fuckin' lil homiez;

1st verse -

Just pay attention;
Here's a story 'bout my lil homiez;
Straight thuggin';
Little bad young muthafuckas;
Gotta love 'em;
You could catch him in his 'g' ride;
Clutchin' his glock;
Screamin' outlaw bustin' on my enemies' block;
Educated on these cold streets;
Getting money makin' dummies out the police;
Ain't no peace;
For an adolescent nigga too wild to be a thinker;
Blunt smokin' twenty-four/seven, everyday drinker;
Got my diploma but i never learned shit in school;
Mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder fool;
Always the young niggaz gettin' in shit;
She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch;
Bustin' on paper thin muthafuckas;
Drinkin gin 'fore you get to sinnin' on them bustas;
Emptied his clip;
Passed by like he didn't know me;
Everybody's duckin';
My fuckin' lil homiez;

Hook 1 -

Lil homiez on the ride;
Niggaz gonna die tonight;
Let's get high tonight; (my lil homiez)
Lil homiez on the mash;
Runnin' from these punk police;
Cause lil niggaz run these streets;

Lil homiez on the ride;
Niggaz gonna die tonight;
Let's get high tonight; (my lil homiez)
Lil homiez on the mash;
Runnin' from these punk police;
Cause lil niggaz run these streets;

2nd verse -

I remember;
When you was just a little 'g';
Flirtin' with death;
Playin' russian roulette;
Screamin' kill me;
Hey there young nigga whatcha smokin' on;
Mad at the world cause you came from a broken home;
Love to squab' plus your mob is sick;
A bunch of adoelscent niggaz spittin' major shit;
Tell me - young nigga if you die, let me know;
Would your heart feel pain;
Watchin' as your mother cries;
Will all your homies ride?;
Or will they all get high, and talk about how you died?;
Young niggaz on a mission to compete;
Gettin' g's, packin' heat, bringin' havoc to the fuckin' streets;
Nobody knows why he took a four-four and unloaded on the whole front row;
Try to tell him but he act like he don't know me;
Pull out his pistol and show me;
My lil homiez;

Hook 2 -

Lil homiez on the ride;
Niggaz gonna die tonight; (wassup nigga?)
Let's get high tonight; (yeah)
Lil homiez on the mash; (lil badass muthafuckas)
Runnin' from these punk police; (you muthafuckas know what time it is)
Cause lil niggaz run these streets; (my lil homiez)

Lil homiez on the ride; (yeah nigga)
Niggaz gonna die tonight; (juvenile delinquent ass muthafuckas)
Let's get high tonight;
Lil homiez on the mash; (under eighteen)
Runnin' from these punk police;
Cause lil niggaz run these streets; (nigga set that shit)

3rd verse -

First to bomb;
Sixteen on death row;
Bustin' on them phony muthafuckas nigga;
Big homie said so;
Niggaz knew i was a nutcase;
Quick to blast;
Living underage bullet blazed on your bitch ass;
Is there a heaven for a 'g'?;
And if it is;
Will i finally get to be at peace?;
On these streets ain't no peace;
Shellshocked shows;
Making money off a crack sale;
Young black male;
Unable to change cause it's a cycle;
Plus nobody knows;
The evil that they might do;
Lil moo, big yak, k-kastro;
Big malc, huessein, call 'em outlawz;
Tellin' the world to be equipped;
When these young muthafuckas rip shit;
They don't quit;
Drew down on me;
Pulled a pound on me;
Bust like he didn't know me;
My fuckin lil homiez;

Outro -

Lil homiez on the ride; (wassup nigga let's do this shit)
Niggaz gonna die tonight;
Let's get high tonight; (my lil homiez)
Lil homiez on the mash; (lil badass muthafuckin' adolescent niggaz)
Runnin' from these punk police;
Cause lil niggaz run these streets; (my lil homiez)

Lil homiez on the ride; (what the fuck you niggaz wanna do?)
Niggaz gonna die tonight; (what nigga?)
Let's get high tonight; (my fuckin' lil homiez)
Lil homiez on the mash; (sixteen, fifteen, thirteen)
Runnin' from these punk police;
Cause lil niggaz run these streets; (my fuckin' lil homiez)

Lil homiez on the ride; (juvenile deliquents ready to bust on you muthafuckas)
Niggaz gonna die tonight;
Let's get high tonight; (what the fuck you niggaz wanna do nigga?)
Lil homiez on the mash;
Runnin' from these punk police; (nigga take your shit off)
Cause lil niggaz run these streets; (lil homiez)

Lil homiez on the ride; (we robbin' muthafuckas nigga)
Niggaz gonna die tonight;
Let's get high tonight; (thug life, outlawz, westside, (blank)) (note: blank should be "death row nigga")
Lil homiez on the mash;
Runnin' from these punk police; (you know what time it is)
Cause lil niggaz run these streets; (my lil homiez)

You know what the fuck you got into nigga;
Outlawz nigga;
The lil homiez;
Yaki kadafi;

Me and my closest road dogz
To my dog named musolini, big syke, thug life baby
The return of the mashers, you know how we do it
Hahaha!

[2pac]
Shit half the times we flaunt cause trouble
My closest road dog it was cool cause i love you
Fuck what they talkin bout
Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind
Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin cases
Indeed, it was misery
Driven by my own demons, cause they was killin me
How can i be sure i'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon
It's gettin deeper now, let me get yo' mind right
Fuck yo' enemies, nigga grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night
Murder murder mr. lucifer
Pictures of the devil duck when he shoot at cha, it's all political
Runnin from the future, escapin in the fog
Live yo' life like a hog nigga, me and my closest road dogz

[chorus: sung]
Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my road dogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz
Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can i trust in you my road dogz on mine?
Even when i'm goin through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin out for all mine

[2pac]
Haha.. bring artillery and roll with a nigga
They could never take the soul of a m.o.b. soldier nigga
Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em makaveli
Boy youse a boss player, that's what all the bitches tell me
Even if i died now
I live my life eternally and never lie down, why cry now?
Fooled a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin to hear it
Evil spirits hide at total strangers, yo' life's in danger
Prepare nigga be aware, cause we ain't scared
M.o.b., 'til i die, when we ride niggaz disappear
Fill 'em up with pistol smoke
Never forget to blow a hole in his head
For leakin information to the feds
The burnin bed was the tellin sign
Two hired guns bustin everyone, yellin everybody die
Why the fuck they fuck around, we left 'em in the fog
Bleedin like a stuck hog, me and my closest road dogz

[chorus]

[2pac]
Fuck they feelings, that's what they get for squealin
That's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dealin
See me in physical form, my niggaz swarm
Take the figure of a circle beatin jealous niggaz 'til they purple
Simon says take they heads homies
And send them phony motherfuckers to dwell with all they dead homies
Fishin for fake niggaz, observe and shake niggaz
The only way to see six figures, is break niggaz
Me and musolini set to ride we high
Big bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way
Labelled a capo in the mob as big as the globe
To live and die as a millionaire, on ..
Set to explode, my m.o., is kill them hoes
My pistol's like a disease, my enemies and foes
Get murdered and disposed of, we in the fog
Makaveli the don, and my closest road dogz

[chorus] - 2x

Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong, that's just for us
Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
That's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
... at thug mansion

[Verse One]
A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Children, dead homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise
In the skyyyyyyyyyy..
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Only place that's right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise
In the skyyyyyyyyyy..

[Verse Two]
Will I survive all the fights and the darkness?
Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed
I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good
for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots
Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us
They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain
why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change?
Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?
I need a place to rest my head
with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead
Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it
I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go
How can I be peaceful? I'm comin from the bottom
Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him
I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape
the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

[Chorus w/ minor ad lib variations]

[Verse Three]
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday
Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came
Little LaTasha sho' grown
Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

[Chorus - repeat 2X (w/ ad libs)

(2pac)

Hahaha
Yeah, these r my words to my firstborn
U know what time it is
These r my words to my firstborn
Nothin left to give

Verse 1

Now can ya picture young niggaz in a rush to grow
To old timers in the pen had to crush his throat
Probably never even saw it comin
Too busy bullshittin, caught him wit his mouth runnin
Ain't this a bitch they got me twisted in this game
The feds and the punk police pointin pistols at my brain
I wonder if i'm wrong cause i'm thugged out
My homies murdered execution style runnin out the drug house
What was supposed to be a easy hit
Now things r changed cause niggaz died over bullshit
Inside my dreams i'm seein pictures of a broken man
No witnesses only questions of who smoked the man
Young adolescents in our prime livin a life of crime
Though it ain't logical we hobblin through these tryin times
Livin blind lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all my homies had to die before they got to grow
And right before i put my head on the pillow say a prayer
One love to the thugs in heaven i'll see ya there
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born
Help ya make it through the storm
My words to my firstborn, feel me

My words to my firstborn
My words to my firstborn

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

My words to my firstborn
(my nigga nutso up in this bitch)
These are my words to my firstborn
(hey nigga talk to ya boy, talk to ya seed nigga)

(nutso)

I'm just another thug nigga trapped up in this ghetto life
And endless hustle, strugglin tryin to settle right
And doin dirt ain't savin me
But the streets is the only thing payin me
Feel me
Runnin with g's stackin g's packin heat
Mob life till this muthafuckas wack me
Stackin greenery thuggin till i die
Pickin up so much drank i'm gettin high
Got the feds on me
And they label me a bad crook
Thinkin i'm the reason this nigga got his hat took
On the run, now daddy gotta pack a gun
Cause these niggaz wanna make u the last one
About these riches and jealous bitches and things u gon be sellin through
And if i die, remember that it's all love and i'm by your side every night
Don't be a loser, choose your dreams do your thing
Go solo cause these cold ho's will twist u up like shoe strings
Open your eyez don't let these haters get you
Roll up and diss you
My words to my firstborn

(2pac talking)

Words to my muthafuckin seed
You feel me
Nigga don't know what's gonna happen come tomorrow or the next day
Muthafucka be here today be gone tomorrow i done seen it happen
Muthafucka get two put to his head he no longer existin
Thats what i'm talkin about
What u gonna tell ya kids nigga, who was u, what was u doin, how did u put it
Down
These r my words to my muthafuckin firstborn
So he can know, ya know wha i mean
Haha
Ain't nothin buy a muthafuckin ridah
Westside till i die
Thats all it was
These some crooked ass ??? dealin muthafuckaz
I just play to win
Muthafucka gotta bet against the odds
Know what i mean, rollin with muthafuckin ???, sometimes u hit 7 11,
Sometimes u cramp out,
Thats just a chance a muthafucka take when u a ridah though
These r my words to my muthafuckin firstborn, me and my nigga nutso,
Representin thugs all over this muthafucka
Worldwide, you know what time it is
All the abortion clinics, all the babies that died of miscarriage, you know
What time it is
We out this bitch

[2pac]
I'll be tha last muthafucka breathin'
Tell me, who be the last muthafucka breathin?


Chorus [2pac]
Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'
Now i'm the last muthafucka breathin'

Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'
Now i'm the last muthafucka breathin'

Verse 1 [2pac]

Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death
All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed
Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin in my vest
Shit, i'm like a hostage in this troubled block
Call the cops, a thug nigga screamin westside bustin' double glocks
Hittin corners in my chevy surburban
Liquor got me drivin up on the curb handle the steerin wheel, swirvin'
Bless me father i'ma sinner, i'm living in hell
Let me live on the streetz cause ain't no peace for me in jail
Getten world-wide exposure
With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin as my souljaz
I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer
Westside, outlaw, bad boy killa
Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'
I murdered all them bustaz now i'm the last muthafucka breathin'


Chorus [2pac]
Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'
Now i'm the last muthafucka breathin


Verse 2 [young noble]

Make sure i hold my position, stand firm in the dirt
For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth
Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block
Shootin' rocks at the kid, i'll bust back for pac
Ask yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here
Stale down here, to many jails down here
Why you act like you don't hear me?
Young noble, outlaw till these muthafuckas kill me
I'm still breathin'

[napoleon]

Now we was raised "fuck this life", i rose my right
Holdin' on a tight grip with death in my sight
And the dark is my light, i'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?
Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food
Came a long way from a bored-day
Dead away where there's war play
Fuck grands, i'll say, rather die for my a-k
Wit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz
Only ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz
Breathin'


Chorus [2pac]
Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'
Now i'm the last muthafucka breathin'


Verse 3 [kastro]

I walk around with a knife in my back
Talkin' bout a bad day, i live a life like that
It's a fear, and i'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans
Catch me, i'm fallin' out flat, yo, i'm ruinin'
Breathin' is suicant, no one give a fuck about me
I learned to like it like that, when i was still wit' mommy
Besides a seed that the devil run from
In the belly of the beats, that's where the fuck we come from
And still breathin'

[edi]

And still i'm totally wasted, they want me to face this
Just lost 2 of my closes, man, one of y'all can take this
But, i'm makaveli trained, simple and plain
We number 1 muthafucka, bout to do it again
Shit, pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it
2 million everytime he drop, i know you fuckas losin' it
We movin' in for the kill, for a mill
We holdin' the steel, hold the wheel
I'm bout to give these niggaz somethin they can feel
Fakin' real, but we the raw on the cut
Style-bitin' thugline niggaz give it up
We hit 'em up

And we still breathin'
And we still breathin'
And we still breathin'

[2pac]

We'll be the last muthafucka breathin'

Chorus [2pac]
Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'
Now i'm the last muthafucka breathin'

Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'
Now i'm the last muthafucka breathin'

(hellicopter propeller turning)

[kastro & napoleon]

We goin' all out (aiiiite)
We goin' all out (aiiiite)
We goin' all out, whatch ya muthafuckin mouth niggaz
(that's right, fuck these fag niggaz)
Do it, do it, do it


[verse 1] 2pac

Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin' jahovah
Outlaw 'till it's over, brand as my strap
Back like a cobra, i stay drunk, cause i'm a mad man
Whenever sober, on a one man mission
My ambition to hold up the rap game
While i pluck holes in niggaz like donuts
And still down to die for all my souljas
Like hillbillies, they don't fear me
So refuse bringin' war to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no appologies, your honor
A general in war, i'm the first to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed
I'm similar to saddan, sometimes i question hussein
Like feinds frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
I take the figga of dirty niggaz, who all got me
While bitches wonderin who shot me
No love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like muammar quadaffi
Murder my friends, build a new posse
We takin' shots at papparazi, go and fly now, nigga like rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin' caps to jay-z (buck buck buck buck buck buck)
And still avoid capture, while y'all caught up in the rapture
Still after me, i'm in jamacia sippin' daqueries
No doubt
We used to havin nothin, then grabbin' somethin' and bustin'
Wanted to be the thugg-nigga, that my old man wasn't
I came to a field, catchin' cases, litigation
Niggaz playa-hatin', got me crooked in all 50 states
I'm screamin deathrow, throw my westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang
We claim mob, m.o.b. if you be specific
We control all cash from atlantic-pacific
And get this, i'm hard to kill, when i peel with this live spot
Father, how the hell did i survive, these 5 shots?
Live it up, of give it up, and my demonds
Late nite, hear them screamin'
We goin' all out !


[chorus] edi

We goin' all out, bomb first till they fall out
Take them the war route, without a doubt
Ball, which means we all ride if it's on
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong
If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out
Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try'na see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out


[verse 2] napoleon

I'm on my land sled, walkin' through the belly of the beats
Feelin' like i'm all out, drunk as can be
It's plain to see, that we mobb niggaz hidin' in bushes
Claimin' that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion
They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin' in blood
Outlawz my blood brothers, i'd die for these thuggs
Say hi to this slug, it's a shame how some niggaz on the westcoast
Was ridin with pac, but when he died, they went pop
I'm on the jers to the fullest, like some westcoast love
But after pac stopped rappin', it ain't no westcoast thug
Just westcoast what? to my real niggaz stuck in the street game
Cause rappers like jay-z be pumpin' kool-aid through they veins
Is it true what i'm sayin'?
Slap your soft ass to the floor
And watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door
I ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be bitin this
It's all from my heart when i was writin' this
All out


[chorus] edi

We goin' all out, bomb first till they fall out
Take them the war route, without a doubt
Ball, which means we all ride if it's on
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong
If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out
Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try'na see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out

[verse 3] kastro

Now, we all ride, and down to die who wit' us
Speak up, or get treated like you comin' to kill us
Ain't nothin but sqeallers, in this rap game, swearin' they rough
Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin' they pac
Stop that, and whatch ya back, we ain't forgot 'bout cha
These glocks hot, and when shot, it'll bring the bitch up out cha
It's me, kastro with the goattee
Walkin' like a og, cause all these fag muthafuckas owe me
I pray to the thug lord, like that muthafuckas holy
Frontline soulja, till the heavens call me
I go all out, and if you real, you real
Feel what i'm talkin' bout, cause this game is ill
I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, 'till they feel it
Livin' proof, pac breed niggaz, they can't deal wit'
Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouth
Or get blood in it, what, we goin' all out
Nigga


[chorus] edi

We goin' all out, bomb first till they fall out
Take them the war route, without a doubt
Ball, which means we all ride if it's on
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong
If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out
Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try'na see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out

We goin' all out, bomb first till they fall out
Take them the war route, without a doubt
Ball, which means we all ride if it's on
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong
If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out
Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try'na see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out

Fool, you better go all out
Keep goin' all out
All my niggaz goin' all out
Without a muthafuckin' doubt

[edi talking]
Ey, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhh, talkin and slippin
On all of these muthafuckin' records, and we ain't gon say shit, now it's 1999
It's a different grind, don't disrespect the don

Fucking with the wrong nigga

My seductive introduction, be specific
Still a loser, but exclusives what i give you when i kick it
And i'm still lifted, niggaz can't get with mr.wicked
Picture me flipping, my adversaries getting a dick swiftly
Niggaz is swinging wild but they sounds miss me
You can bring that bitch with your whole click
And still get treated shitty, business never personal
I'm up before the sun come up, i'm tired
Just a ghetto star, a droptop double r is what i'm riding
Nigga if you was half the man your bitch was
Bring your artillery, when you come for me cause we sick thugs
No hesitation when i pull and blast
Cause syke was busting
Plus bo had em ducking screaming get they cash so
So now i got the law on me, my phones tapped
So i had to send word through my lil' homies
Tell them niggaz just begin when they pull the trigger
Shit this is what you get for fucking with the wrong nigga

This is what you get when your fucking with the wrong nigga
Haha yeah nigga, peep

Before i lay me down to sleep, i pray
And thank the lord for giving me another fruitful day
I wanna be a peaceful man, but still when niggaz come for me
All i can see is getting em killed, for real its how i feel
Perfect my thoughts flowing on these reals
Make my enemies deal with my steel
They caps peel, we still cool , but you played yourself
Give em the mac and make em spray yourselves
Heeey, falling legends, clutching chrome 3 5 7
Putting two bullets to they dome, wanted to die in heaven
While calling shots nobody real, its clear its me
Ain't trying to help the fedz get a case for conspiracy
Murder my foes, get disposed of, we all homies till the death
So my true niggaz show me love
God forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure
But why they fucking with the wrong nigga?

You know its like
Why you fucking with the wrong nigga?

I was raised by thugs schooled by killers
Learned my mathematic skills from real drug dealers
Tried to rise but they tried me
I guess they all had to die cause we tried peace
I die on these streets, blast till they recognize
Still do or die all my niggaz getting high
Watching time fly, best strategize on a way to profit
Best organize how they ride so they can't stop it
Then keep it popping, alot of buster wanna see me fall
I fucked your bitch and now this new shit gonna fade em all
My niggaz ball, made a call for some backup
The little homiez and my dawgs in a black truck
Buck buck was the sound, as thier gats burst
No need for ambulance. baby bring the black hurse
Shoulda never fucked around buster
How you figure making moves on the wrong nigga

This what it sounds like, bing bing bing
When you fucking with the wrong nigga
Niggas getting hit when they fucking with the wrong nigga
Fucking with the wrong nigga

Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't wanna ride with me nigga
C'mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin car man
Yo why you trippin man? get in the fuckin car man
Get in the fuckin car.. get in the car
(heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car
Cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin at it
It ain't even that deep baby)

You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, we outlawz on the row
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes

[2pac]
Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes
No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown
My unknown tendencies to mash my car
Getting wicked with my ski-mask, find the stash and dump
Why niggaz run i'm the last one standin the rest die
Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, westside
Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views
Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
Niggaz die by my orders when i wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild knights at latin quarters
Niggaz tried to kill me, and i fed they wife and they daughters
Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash
Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past
Why you change, it's a cold world taught me life
Retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right
Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick
Bullshit nigga cause i'm still fuckin yo' bitch
Niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change?
Fuck with me, all this shit pay, nigga fuck the fame

[young noble]
Don't remember "hit 'em up," don't make us do it once.. more
Yo' niggaz know, you ain't fucking with them out..lawz
We keep souljas, souljas from compton to brooklyn
Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin
Don't nobody give a fuck cause you done crossed the game
Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame
You made yo' bed nigga lay in it
Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it
It's not a game only got one click we outlawz from the do'
Dirt stains when i buck on the fo', you kissin the flo'
We dirty as the motherfuckin streetz of jerz
We feed niggaz with the words though the heat's preferred
Holla

[chorus]
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, they outlawz on the row
Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know

[napoleon]
'pac i wish i was in the motherfuckin car wit'cha
I'd have took every bullet that they threw, hand of god nigga
I only got one click, outlawz 'til i'm gone
Heavy in the game and we coming for they fuckin throne
The love is gone well it is what it is
And plottin on us, they best be prayin for they kids, mayne
You don't have to worry cause i ride for ya
Like k said over loyal even tell bout a lie for ya
You put me in the game and dog i owe it all to ya
And when it get to poppin i'ma fuckin ball for ya
And everything i do gon' have your names on it
I'll never let them forget i put my seeds on it

[kastro]
You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth
In the middle of the desert nigga lace your boots
As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest
You studio niggaz still remind your vest
Why the fuck you ain't done yet swallow yo' teeth
In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat
Fuck a glock nine that shit is weak on the streets
And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat
If your life in another nigga hand, you deaded
And if it's beef and your man disappear then don't sweat it
Another fake nigga usin my strengths to get credit
I mean (?) face sound scared but your heartbeat said it

[chorus]

[young noble]
I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty
But now i'm a rider, connivin gutsy
And i don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me
And that's how i'ma go about it 'til somebody bust me
I play for keeps like the og's raised me
If i sleep i won't eat, who gonna feed my baby?
And i think i'm goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner
I've been drinkin on the daily, i can hardly remember
I got - bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me
I love the lord but the church can't cure me
I sleep light, i wake peekin out my window
With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow
And that's the way it's gonna be 'til they bury me
But don't twist it cause none of y'all niggaz worry me

[outlawz]
What the fuck you didn't know?
Kizza-kastro, young noble with the criminal flow
You nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt
Y'all niggaz can't fade me with the clippers
We put it down, look around, 'til we find you we hound
Penitentiary bound, to remind you

[kadafi]
Kadafi i bring the lingo to the click
Tasty like a pringle, sneakin through your chimney like kris kringle
On some shit, get me free to let my ice click
Ka-pling, ka-plow, i been a thug shootin slugs since a child

[chorus]

Let the punks know (repeat 3x)

(gunshot)
Thug life (thug life) microphone check (microphone check)
Outlaw (outlaw) microphone check (microphone check)
Where you bitch niggers coming from? (where you bitch niggers coming from)
You don't know (you don't know) look like you a seed (look like you a seed)
From makaveli the don (from makaveli the don)
I can hear your style (i can hear your style)
Sounds like makaveli the don (makaveli the don)
2 pac (2pac) my nigger (my nigger)
So much trouble in the world nigger (trouble in the world nigger)
These niggers can't feel your pain (feel your pain)
Thug life (thug life) outlaw (outlaw) forever (forever)
Oh you bitch niggers (bitch niggers)
The hardest nigger (the hardest nigger)
Ever to touch this microphone (to touch this microphone)
Got you bitch niggers trailin' his tail (trailin his tail)
I don't know if you catch up (catch up)
But yet and still (yet and still)
Keep trying nigger (keep tryin nigger) keep trying (keep trying)
Thug life (thug life) outlaw (outlaw) forever nigger (forever nigger)
For eternity (eternity) for infinity (infinity)
So remember (so remember) makaveli the don (makaveli the don)
His thug life (thug life) lives on (lives on)

Intro :

Those old switcho ass bitch made mufuckaz
Outlaw nigga, westside throw it up
Hahaha

Use to have love for 'em
Why u turning on
(why me?)
Westside! how you do it ?

Verse 1 :


I went from nothing to something
Now they all see me fall
And the playahaters hate to see a thug hit the ballers
They say we hate the eastcoast
But thats funny
Got a lot of love for any niggas getting money
I made a song about my enemies and niggas trip
It was hip-hop until 2pac fucked biggie's bitch
You'll niggas need to get your bitch made
Either love me or hate me
But real thug niggas get paid
Have me catching cases all across the nation
I went to jail to bail to barely on probation
And got a playa facing three strikes and we might
Just blast god bless the child that can get cash
But all these niggas turning and never learn
Got a long line of niggas playa hating me
But getting bird
Talk a lot of shit
But you trick and trash
Like the mac making a fall back
And stick your ass for back staping


Chorus : - (2pac)


Why you want to turn on me
I never thought you were back stabb me
(why you turning on me? why me?)
When you niggaz see me, you flee (why me?)
Cause i'm a t-h-nigga-u-g
(why me?)

Why you want to turn on me
I never thought you were back stabb me
When you niggaz see me, you flee (yeah nigga)
Cause i'm a t-h-nigga-u-g

Verse 2 :


It started so innocent
But ended in the fiftiesm
I vote you juvenile deliquents
We still peacing
Plain catching hits
You diss the herts
Fuck school you was skipping (haha)
You were sleeping on the curb
Me and you no close than two
While drinking brew
What you need nigga
Anything it will come to me nigga
You can wear my clothes and my gold for the hoes
Gave you the keys to the jeep
Offer my home as an open door
But then you victimed in a direction
In a blink of an eye
My time away just made perfection
Did you think i would die?
I never got a single visit
Yet i carry on
All my old friends to busy now my money is gone
Said i got raped in jail picture that (hahaha)
Revenge is a pay back bitch
Get your gat
Fuck (blank) and i pay back, bitch
On the next knit down your throat
For turning on me

Chorus : - (2pac)


Why you want to turn on me
I never thought you were back stabb me
(why you turning on me?)
When you niggaz see me, you flee (why me?)
Cause i'm a t-h-nigga-u-g
(why me?)

Why you want to turn on me
I never thought you were back stabb me
When you niggaz see me, you flee
Cause i'm a t-h-nigga-u-g

Outro:


I'll put jenny craig on your fat ass,
You fatro, anybody seen (blank)
Fat ass, why you always wearing spandex, you fat bitch,
I know your pussy stinks, you fat hoe,
I'm putting jenny craig on you bitch, i'm about to
Put a $20,000 dollar hit through jenny craig to come find your fat ass
And put you in a fat farm bitch,
You fat bitch, thug life, outlawz, wetside, bitch,
It's tupac so you now who said it,
And everybody who didn't like what i said about that other trick mobb deep,
Fuck you too nigga,
If the nigga didn't want to get talked about,
He never should have stepped in the mothafuckn ring,
If tyson doesn't want to get knocked out,
He don't step in the mothafuckn ring,
That's how the shit goes,
When tyson get in the fuckn ring, he knocks mothafuckas out,
Well that's what tupac going to do,
When niggas come against me, i'm going to knock their punk ass out,
One way or the mothafuckn other,
This own mothafucka is nigga and it's outo nigga,
Theres more than one way to skin a gat,
Theres more than one way to shoot a gat,
Theres one more than one way to die nigga,
When i'm through everybody cry's nigga,
This is how we do it

Outro chorus : - (2pac)

Why you want to turn on me
I never thought you were back stabb me
(why you turning on me?)
When you niggaz see me, you flee (why me?)
Cause i'm a t-h-nigga-u-g

Why you want to turn on me
I never thought you were back stabb me
When you niggaz see me, you flee
Cause i'm a t-h-nigga-u-g
(fuck you too!!)