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1. _ Picture Me Rollin'
[2Pac] Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?) (Hahahahaha) Yeah (Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?) Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free! Y'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah! Hoe bustaz Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz I got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin! Don't want to be another number I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids? One life to live, it's so hard to be positive when niggaz shootin at your crib Mama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands Just picture me rollin Flossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin Can you see me now? Heheheh Move to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture Can you see it? Hahah Pictue me rollin Yeah nigga! Ay but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you Guess who's back? [Syke] I got ki's, comin from overseas Cost a nigga two hundred G's I'm a street comando, Nino for example This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss playa Thug, branded to be a women layer So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin Make me wanna start back bangin So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed Packin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies While I'm sippin on Re-mi in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on You can admire, but don't look too long I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin It's hard to imagine -- picture me rollin! [Danny Boy] Picture, picture me, picture me rollin Rollin, picture me rollin Wheelin, picture me rollin in Picture me yea yeah [CPO] Mmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see? So I needs to hit a lick, drastically I see some baldin-ass niggaz and they slippin in my spot And, uh, diggin the plots (so what?) Checkin in the park, 'Pac [2Pac] We caught em sleepin, he didn't peep you niggaz creepin? This how we do it every weekend I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it I get the liquor, and you could get the females This crooked shit that we inflictin gettin street sales [CPO] Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine I'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin [Danny Boy] Rollin Picture me roll-hoee-ollin Picture me, picture me rollin [2Pac] {speaks while Danny Boy keeps singing} Heheheheheheh Is y'all ready for me? Picture me rollin roll call You know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about I wanna make sure they can see me Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities All you bitch ass C.O.'s Can you niggaz see me from there? Ballin on y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah! Picture me rollin, baby Yeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks I told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on Hmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin Oh, I forgot! The D.A. Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court Can the hoe see me from here? Can you see me, hoe? Picture me rollin And all you punk police -- can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin nigga, legit Free like O.J. all day You can't stop me You know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker Manute, Pain, Syke, ?, Mopreme, ?? Can you picture us rollin? Can you see me hoe? Hehehe Is y'all ready for me? .. We up out this bitch Any time y'all wanna see me again Rewind this track right here, close your eyes and picture me rollin more free lyrics |
2. _ Can't C Me
Intro: George Clinton The blind stares of a million pairs of eyes lookin' hard but won't realize that they will never see the P (You must be goin' blind) Verse One: 2Pac give me my money in stacks and lace my bitches with 9 figures real niggas fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas Must see my enemies defeated i'm cashin' while they coughed up and weeded open fire now them niggas bleedin' see me in flesh and test and get your chest blown straight out tha west, don't get blown my adversaries cry like ho's open and shut like doors is you a friend or foe ? nigga you ain't know ? they got me stressed out on Death Row i've seen money but baby I got to gets mo' you scream and go '2Pac' and I ain't stopin' till i'm well paid bails paid now nigga, look what hell made visions of cops and sirens niggas open fire buncha Thug Life niggas on tha rise until I die ask me why i'm a Boss Playa gettin' high and when i'm rollin' by Niggas Can't C Me Chorus: George Clinton The stares of a million pairs of eyes and you'll never realize You can't C Me.. Verse Two: 2Pac Been getten worried that these square muthafuckers with nerves sayin they can get with us but picture me gettin' served My own mama say i'm thuged out my shit be bumpin out tha record store as if it was a drug house my lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood nigga what ? It ain't nothin but a party when we thug and there I was a young nigga with heart ain't had shit to loose pullin' my pistol on them fools you know the rules D-R-E you got me heated my words like a penatentary dick hittin' bitches where it's most needed money and weed Alazay and Hennesse To my Thug niggas in lock down witness me bail on these ho's in floss mode tha life of a Boss Playa fuck what ya thought tho' my enemies deceased die like a bitch when my album hit tha streetz Niggas Can't C Me Niggas Can't C Me Chorus: George Clinton Which way did he go George Which way did he go Which way did he go Which way did he go Verse Three: 2Pac You niggas made a mistake you shoulda never put my rhymes with Dre them Thug niggas have arrived and it's Judgement Day Hey Homie if ya feel me Tell them tricks that shot me that they missed they ain't killed me I can make a muthafucker shake rattle and roll i'm full of liquor thug nigga quick to jab at them ho's and I can make ya jelous niggas famous fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim is i'm just a rich muthafucker from tha way If this rappin' bring me money then i'm rappin' till i'm paid i'm getten green like i'm supposed to Nigga, I holla at these ho's and see how many I can go through Look to the star and visualize my debut niggas know me, playa I gotta stay true don't be a dumb muthafucker because it's crazy after dark where the true Thug niggas see ya heart Niggas Can't C Me.... Outro: 2Pac, George Clinton (Yo, check this out, stay off his dick) Niggas Can't C Me (Right before your eyes, i'll disappear from here) You niggas Can't C Me, hahah (You Can't C Me) I know it's hard nigga, i'm all up in your face But you still Can't C Me (You Can't C Me) All up in your range, but niggas Can't C Me (20/20 vision won't visualize) I'm in tha flesh baby, but you Can't C Me (All tho' glasses won't help you realize) You blinded You blinded You Can't C Me (You Can't C Me) Thug Life baby Don't believe everything you read Alazay and weed (You Can't C Me) (Right before your very eyes, You won't even visualize) (You Can't C Me) Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac Niggas can't C Me, hahaha I dedicate this, to you PUNK Muthafuckers hahaha this ones for you big baby hahah cause you bitch ass niggas Can't C Me Niggas Can't C Me (ooooww) (ooooww) (You Can't C Me) (See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil) (You won't C Me) (First C Me, Now ya don't) (Wanna C Me, but ya won't) (Come to C Me, but ya Can't) (ooohhh, You Can't C Me) (You Can't C Me) (Right between your eyes, you'll never realize) (Right before your eyes, you won't even realize) (Visualize what you Can't C) more free lyrics |
3. _ When We Ride
Outlaw I'mmortalz Bow down to somethin greater than yourself trick Individuals capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swolls They know You watchin but you ain't seein what lies before you, beatch Picture if you will seven deadly human beings blessed with the gift of speech, the power to reach each nigga on every street May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud of what transpired since the day the seed was planted The G grew but we knew he'd rise up quick Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into shit Just me and my dogs livin like hogs Outlaw I'mmortalz What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue What lies between is the fiction Don't fuck around and make it true [Tupac] Hahahahahaha My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe I pull revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me Plus my alias is Makaveli A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a nigga belly Bust him to see if he bleed, he shoulda never fucked around with a sick-ass nigga like me They call my name out and niggaz run, best be prepared for the Outlawz, here we come [Hussein Fatal] They call me Hussein Fatal, it's a two game table I'm robbin ya niggaz cradle wit a knife in your navel Rap-related criminally activated and evil I wouldn't wanna be you behind my fuckin Desert Eagle Till the end, I'm tellin all friends and enemies You see what I got to make you freeze, to touch me you need ten of these Complete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast Young Gunz fire and niggaz bleed, I see Mo [Kastro] I be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials Sew up all the potential, million, billion dollar baller potential Sort it, oughta call on a nigga I'll be sure to get you Take cash bro, fast yo, for my Kastro Blast and I'ma last yo past all these Glass Joes and assholes who claim, like they be runnin thangs I be gunnin those same niggaz runnin late, to their fate [Napoleon] My alias is motherfuckin Na-poleon, and I'd rather be robbin again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin But the shit ain't nothin, and I got no time for no bluffin befo' a nigga finish with puttin in work I betta end up with somethin I think these niggaz got the game fucked up If they don't believe, that a young nigga like me, would bust (Boo-Yaa!) Perhaps it's a must, I'm facin cases, fuck probation is what I'm screamin when these money hungry cops be chasin Chorus: Tupac Thug nigga till we die, no mercy on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride! Thug nigga till we die, no mercy on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride! [Mussolini] It's the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini Mentally unstable G status, so you can't see me Drug warlord, riding Concorde jets Rag Vette's, shakin bitches and snitches and trippin on sets Ingle-Watts banger, keepin one in the chamber For the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride Suicidal thoughts lurk fuckin no end to revenge Fuck any, my alias Mussolini [Idi Amin] They call me Idi, from the side of seedy Young nigga greedy, so I'm runnin up on these niggaz easy It ain't nuttin, cause if they wantin somethin, so I'ma commence to dumpin stomp down and struck up while my beat is bumpin, Thuggin to my fuckin last nut, with Lo-Pole and Kastro Who you thought was on that asshole, don't ask though Outlaw I'mmortalz doin this dit-nirt on the sli-zow Ain't no chance to hide when we ride [Khadafi] My alias Khadafi, Trump tight so feds can't copy Six-three and cocky quick to hit your bitch if she drop me Severely addicted to livin like a fuckin felon while beefin with rookie cops the cookie rocks a nigga sellin Since a short I been livin life defiant, nickel plated chrome Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant, and I ain't lyin It's like it's me against myself with all these backstabbin snakes grabbin at my fuckin wealth [Mo Khomeini] Mo Khomeini goes terrorist, mad man killer The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers I'm that nigga with the fifty cap pouch, with the murderous stacks that increase, while these motherfuckers eat beef It's been a long road, a lot of episodes And as the glock loads, I gotta teach hoes Reach hoes, make em feel a nigga when I'm mashin Now I'm surpassin any assassin Chorus 2X [Tupac] Hahahaha, Outlaw I'mmortalz baby Y'all niggaz can't fade this ol crazy shit Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Khadafi, Mussolini Amin, Naploleon, Khomani What y'all really wanna do? Haha like them niggaz said "What would you do? If you could fuck with me and my crew" Hehahahahaha, Thug Life, yeah nigga Flashin on niggaz Thug Life right? This year we Thug Life But we Outlaw I'mmortalz We die nigga, but we multiply, we like legends nigga Like I'll make you famous motherfucker I'm talkin about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good shit My niggas make the papers baby My niggas make the front page Multiple gunshots (fades) more free lyrics |
4. _ Holla At Me
(Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood Yeah with that funky sound *so funky* we be throwin' down) This goes out to you playa you know...you know who you are Chorus: repeat 3X Gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me So when ya see me nigga Ya better Holla at me Verse One: 2Pac Are you confused ? You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes of a nigga who don't have a thing to loose When me and you was homies no one informed me it was all a scheme You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams how could you do me like that ? I took ya family in I put some cash in ya pocket made you a man again and now you let tha fear put your ass in a place complicated to escape It's a fools fate without your word your a shell of a man I lost respect for you nigga we can never be friends I know i'm runnin' through your head now what could you do ? If it was up to you i'd be dead now I let tha world know nigga you a coward You could never be live until you die see tha mothafucken bitch in your eye Type of Nigga, that let tha evil of tha money trap me when ya see me nigga ya better holla at me (holla at me) can't let tha evil of tha money trap me So when ya see me nigga Ya better Holla at me Chorus: 2Pac (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) So I gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me so when ya see me nigga ya better holla at me (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) Verse Two: 2Pac courious spittin' lyrics on tha verge of furious i'm addicted to currency nigga that's why we're doin this I got shot up, I surprised tha niggas tha way I got up and then I hit the studio It's time to blow tha block up No hesitation this information got you contemplatin' heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation break him and let him see tha face of a mental patient it's a celebration of my criminal elevation with the participation I want members across tha fifty states to keep tha nation anticipatin' until we break will I be great, is it my fate ? to live tha life of luxury some niggas bought my tapes so much jelousy it scares me so be prepared cause only tha strong survive life isn't fair (fair) probably never knew tha way it feels to die so you figure fuck with me I give that ass a try Nigga, Holla at me Chorus (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) (Ohhhhhh....) Verse Three: 2Pac I shoulda saw tha signs I was blinded criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time so many brothas framed in this dirty game it's a shame so much pressure on my brain while she blame me Secrets in tha dark only her and I know now i'm sitten' in tha state pen doin time for slow guess she made a bad decision that got me livin' just like an animal i'm caged up in state prison my niggas dissin' cause hell have no fury like a woman scorn A cemetary full of mothafuckers got not knowin' picture my prophecy tha cops are attacking me, on top of me i'm runnin' from tha coppers but never let'em stop me cause i'm a soulja hell, ever since I was a little nigga havin' fantasies of one day getting older Niggas is paranoid trust a no no love is a mystery Fuck tha po po, Holla at me..... So when you see me nigga you better holla at me.... Chorus (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) (Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa hate but they can't fade us tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood Yeah with that funky sound (so funky) we be throwin' down) Chorus (You better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) (Ohhhhhhhh, heeeeyyy, ohhhhh nooo noooo noooooo) more free lyrics |
5. _ Shorty Wanna Be a Thug
Intro/Chorus: 2Pac Say he wanna be Shorties gonna be a Thug Said he wanna be One day he's gonna be Said he's wanna be Shorties gonna be's a Thug Said he's gonna be One day he gonna be Say he wanna be Shorties gonna be a Thug Said he gonna be One day he's gonna be Said he wanna be Shorties gonna be a Thug Verse One: 2Pac He was a nice middle class nigga But nobody knew the evil he'd do When he got a little bigger Get off the final blaze While puffing on a Newport plottin' on a another way to catch a case Was only sixteen, yet convicted as a felon With a bunch of old niggas But you the only one who ain't telling I tell you it's a cold world, stay in school You tell me its a man's world, play the rules And fade fools, 'n break rules until we major Blaze up, getting with hoes through my pager Was raised up, commencing to money makin' tactics It's getting drastic, niggas got automatics My fingers on the trigga, Tell the lord To make way for another straight Thug Nigga I'm sitting getting buzzed, looking for some luv from the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug Chorus Verse Two: 2Pac Straight from the Hall to the Penn Adolescent nigga scaling weight and standing Six feet Ten He carried weight like a Mack truck Gonna bust on some playa haters if the mutha fuckas act tuff Then thats when the lethal weapon with the razor This little nigga smoking weed and getting blazed up No one could figure, when the guns blast pull the trigga Could take the life of a young nigga guns bigger No mother and father, you see, the niggas all alone Old timers my role model, the war zone Released with this game 'til its a part of me My heart don't beat no fear and it ain't hard to see The future is looking dim I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sin I'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug Chorus Outro: 2Pac Shorty gonna be a thug You little bad ass nigga, to the young niggas gotta stay sharp nigga, play your part you got plenty of time (you bad mutha fuckas) You only get three mistakes, then thats life, big baby (niggas craaazy) watch the signs Damn, you ain't but sixteen nigga? Sixteen?!?! That's a bad muthafucker more free lyrics |
6. _ Check Out Time
Intro: 2Pac Ay what time is it nigga? (I don't know) Oh shit, 12 o'clock Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here (hell yeah) Nigga, it's check out time nigga Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room (hey there bitch, where Suge at nigga?) Call Suge, call all the niggaz tell em to meet me downstairs (Where K and them niggaz at man?) Tell the valet, bring the Benz around (Ay y'all seen my shoes?) Hey Kurupt, y'all niggaz drivin or y'all flyin back, whassup? (Kurupt: Man, I'm rollin man, fuck that shit) Hey Syke nigga, come on man, get up out the bathroom fool (Fuck that, I lost some money nigga) Aw nigga, damn Verse One: 2Pac Now I'm up early in the mornin breath stinkin as I'm yawnin Just another sunny day in California I got my mind focused on some papers while I'm into sexy capers Give a holla to them hoochies last night that tried to rape us Will these rap lyrics take us, plus room all up in Vegas I'm a boss playa, death before I let these bitches break us Last night was like a fantansy, Alize and Hennessee A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin with my man and me Told her I was interested, picture all the shit we did I got her hot and horny, all up on me, what a freaky bitch First you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I like it Got a nigga all excited, it don't matter just don't bite it I never got to check out the scence Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeans Now it seems, it's check out time Chorus: 2Pac We gotta go (2X) Gotta go, gotta go Yeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time We gotta go (4X) Gotta go nigga, gotta go (y'all know what time it is) Ay, c'mon man get y'all bags man call that valet motherfucker Tell him to get a nigga shoe, cause we out this motherfucker Verse Two: Kurupt They label me an outlaw, so it's time for the panty raid My fantansies came true, with Janet on, I'm in a Escapade But did it all end too soon All the homies runnin through the halls room to room, so I assume Since I'm a playa like my nigga Syke Then it's only right for me to disappear into the night My game's Trump tight, so I find time to recline Sneak into your room, instant Messiah, shit wines of all kinds I ain't got that much time So hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behind Since I'm only here for one night, I got to get you hot and heated Play like Micheal Jackson, and Beat It One more thing I like to mention, I'm done and I'm out cause there's someone else who deserves my atttention So all the homies round up in the lobby Cause busting bitches is a hobby, nigga It's check out time Chorus: Kurupt We gotta go (8X) Aiyyo man 'Pac ay where the where the fuck is Daz at man? This nigga locked up or somethin The only one not to leave Yo man it's check out time, it's time to get out this mother You seem them bitches? We out man, fuck that shit Yo Rece! Yo nigga whassup? Verse Three: Syke Hey I'm livin the life of a boss playa The front desk callin but I'm checkin out later My behaviour is crazy, from what you did to me baby If walls could talk, they'd say, you tried to fade me I'm puttin in work, but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed Carressin your thoughts, cause I'm livin Fed Heard what I said? Passion is crashin the room From the liquor we consumed I heard a boom I'm blackin out, you're yellin out 'Big Syke Daddy' We did it in the caddy on the highway, my way I'm lost in a dream, and so it seemed, to be the night Five bottles of Cristal and I'm still tight Out of sight, for 'Pac and Kurupt As I get it up, once the doors close you stuck In a heaty, sticky situation Get up baby, you ain't on vacation It's check out time Chorus: Syke We gotta go (8X) Ay, it's check out time Ay 'Pac, nigga where my motherfuckin, where my shoes go nigga? Where my motherfuckin drawers and shit at man? Man y'all niggaz was in here partyin too fuckin much What the fuck y'all doin nigga? Kurupt, go tell Daz man and Bogart and the rest of them niggaz c'mon man, niggaz is trippin man Front desk all callin me tellin me to get the hell outta here man We gotta go (8X) I ain't got no more money, somebody loan me a hundred more free lyrics |
7. _ Heaven Ain't Hard 2 Find
(Tupac Talking) Heaven ain't hard to find (All you gotta do is look) (Tupac) Simply because you nervous, let me start off with my conversation Hoping my information, eleviates the hesitiation I can see it clearly now catch you smiling through your frown I'm askin' Baby Boo are you down ? Although I know you've heard about my reputation across the nation "Mr. I get around" My temptaion got me dripping wet perspiration I'm activated by the moves your making Baby why you faking? strip naked get the love making See its all in your mind, so every time I sip a glass of wine I fantasize till that ass is mine Never gettin' but wanting, never touching but wishing A straight thug on a mission until I get what I'm missing Stop with the beeper, baby Listen, I know you're grown, but pay attention Let me hypnotize with my tounge kissen' This is a message to bomb bodies and all dimes Turn around one more time Heaven ain't hard to find (Chorus) (Heaveeen) Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaven ain't hard to find) Heaven ain't hard to find Infact you can have it just have faith Just like a little kid, still believing in magic It takes a lot of scarifice with all the lonely nights on tour I need somebody I can trust in my life Let me apply the brakes baby you're moving to fast My conversations are getting deeper, but first let me ask Are you afraid of a thug ? and have you ever made love with candles and bubbles sipping in your tub Touch me and let me activate your bloodpressure This Thug Passion help the average man love better Picture me naked and glistening beneath the moonlight mist Take a shot of that alazhay come give me a kiss And maybe we can be better friends perhaps we'll be closer I'll be the thug in your life baby and you'll be my soulja And I know it takes some time And you got a lot of questions on your mind But relax, in due time Heaven Ain't Hard to Find (Chorus) (Heaveeen) Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaven ain't hard to find) You think we all dogs, thats why you cautious when I approached you Been talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken Through my eye contact, I wink and you respond back Look at me whats all that ? Huh its like the closer you get, Baby the quicker I'm speaking I got a flight out Chicago, lets kick it this weekend I'm sipping Heneesee and coke tho' addicted to weed smoke I'm fiendin' for your body even mo' Oh god help me identify me truest thoughts your hidden motives full of passion who would of thought Come hollar at me baby, love me for my thug nature Far from a playa hater, label me a money maker Straight heart breaker Baby we can be friends I can soup you in my Benz we'll ride I'll let you floss it for your friends Once we begin until the end, it gets better with time I'm makin' love to your mind baby Heaven ain't hard to find (Chorus) (Heaveeen) Heaven ain't hard to find (Heaven ain't hard to find) more free lyrics |
8. _ Run Tha Streetz
(Michel'le -- Chorus x2) (You can run tha streetz with your Thugs) i'll be waiting for you until you get through i'll be waiting) (Tupac) Now peep it Here go tha secret on how to keep a playa some love makin' and homecookin' i'll see ya later It don't take alot to keep a nigga hard must be a lady in tha light but real freaky in tha dark plus I got some enemies, baby hold my pistol and wrap your arms around a nigga everytime I kiss you can you visualize the picture ? me and you in extasy don't be upset it's good sex when you next to me do you wanna test me ? put your tired head on my chest A Thug niggas in tha house now you can rest I betcha never screamed a niggas whole name out and felt tha pleasure and tha pain about to fuck tha very taste out your mouth If you call me when you need me 1-800-skypage when you wanna see me cause I can be your man and baby you can be my lady but you gotta give a nigga space or you'll drive me crazy Run tha Streetz.... (Chorus x2) (You can run tha streetz with your Thugs) i'll be waiting for you until you get through i'll be waiting) (Storm) Now me and you was cool but I ain't tha one to play tha fool can't make no money in bed so ain't no future fuckin' you I ain't tha bitch ta love ya can't do a damn thang for you if you ain't about money 9 times outta ten i'll ignore you It's a man's World but real women make tha shit go around disrespect and I clown tha type of bitch to throw down throw up tha block cause nothin' stops my chips I boss playa with this then twist you lame tricks Holla if ya understand my plan ladies fuck havin' babies by them shady ass niggas Swearin', he can save me My stratagies official checkin' ya pockets while I tounge kiss ya soft as tissue so my next issue is 'how to diss you ?' they call me Storm from tha day I was born I been known to break tha coldest muthafucker till' his hearts warm I ain't never been tha type to wait at home alone just cause we bone don't mean you own me nigga, i'm grown (Chorus x2) (You can run tha streetz with your Thugs) i'll be waiting for you until you get through i'll be waiting) (Mutah) I'd rather run tha streetz to make some mail and put tha game down tight for these gamin' bitches could get it right It might be a plan that i'm choosen don't get in confusion because i'm known for showin' examples how i do it Thinkin' i'm new to this because i'm younger where i'll only leave you suspecious and to wonder and at tha end I make a come up Nigga, was raiseed up off of M.O.B. fighting over something that's tellen me don't run tha streetz (Tupac) So tell me am I wrong ? for tryin' to communicate through a song I'm up early in tha morning by sunrise i'll be gone all my homies is waitin' for me plotin' on plans that we made and all tha fun that it's gonna be so meet me at 3' and don't be late nigga we hagin' out all night while drinkin' straight liquor I heard it's popin' at a club but they say I can't get in cause i'm dressed like a thug until I die i'll be game related got me strivin' for a million stayin' motivated now that we made it it's a battle just for tha big money I'm livin' wild no smiles cause ain't a thing funny I came up hungry just a little nigga tryin' to make it I only got one chance so I gotta take it ya never know when it's all gonna happen tha rappen or tha drugs but until then give me love and let me Run tha Streetz (Chorus x7) (You can run tha streetz with your Thugs) i'll be waiting for you until you get through i'll be waiting) more free lyrics |
9. _ Thug Passion
Intro: 2Pac Aight, new drink one part alazhay one part chrystal Thugs Passion baby y'all know what time it is This drink is Gauranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard now if ya with me Pour a glass and drink with a nigga know what I mean ? I ain't trying to turn you all niggas into alcholics Alcholics [ha ha] I'm just trying to turn you into muthafuckin thugs So come and get some of this thug passion Baby Verse One: Dramacydal I could pull out the drink and be good 'till it's relavent but I'm a straight solider, I'll roll up a nigga like its Heaven sent Tripping over dead presidents they got these derelicts I throw was down with this business Tryin' clown and get a cent and so rather than stand forever, been thinking drinking over a felony and hell of me and how it will be some other shit People telling me to cool out But they ain't feeling me a mutha fuckin fool 'bout my fuckin cheddar cheese and it pleases, passion of mine Thuggin huggin plenty of G's and laughing while I pass through times And all thes back stabbers be watchin Just keep it plain I'm a keep it the same partner Just take it the simple game I can pinkle with the rain twinkling diamonds and thangs go plinklin enough to hold me, til' I'm, old and wrinklin and These adversaries they gonna have to be worrying cuz I'm a be illing Fufillin my Passion Till I'm burryin' My Thug Passion Chorus: Jewell I heard it's the bomb and you got it going on give me some of your Thug Passion Babby You got me dripping wet from the way you make me sweat give me some of your Thug Passion Babby owwowwwowwww Verse Two: Dramacydal Now what if me turn this Henessee into a robbery the Prophecy probably suddenly switch and How it supposed to be? And Dirty money Can't be evil cuz it's filling up my tummy see Born in a position Death collision was futuristic twisting riches But there is only one way to make mo' so I'm standing on the corner trying to hustle in the snow and My bigga bro couldn't know but buy a four four blasting at playa hating wantin' mo' with a Thug Passion Verse Three: 2Pac Putting down mashin' control by this Thug's Passion unlike them other bustas pistol blastin' I'm asking, What Happened? To the niggas who kept it real like they claim to that's when I bang do see thang true Traveling this road my poor soul has been consolidated with all this bullshit I done tolerated How I made it can easily stated it's like my heart be gripped with the Passion to be the fucking greatest Load up and take shit (Dramacydal) Make this to some high dollar gangster shit jack a stack till we got enought bank to split Verse Four: Storm Creep with me through that I'mortal flow Thug Passion got you tremblin' like Death on the Row make your move so I can throw your mind a curve while i'll be blowin up tha scene like my nigga Mr. Herb take a toke as your heart goes full arrest I got tha bomb so nigga, fuck tha rest ya need a 3rd to get ya flowin' and let that loc see smoke feelin' tha strokes of tha nine squeeze tight and slow Chorus Verse Five: 2Pac They say money don't make tha man but damn i'm makin' money observin' you muthafuckers cause some of you bitches funny say you want it but you bullshitin' lickin' them lips you got me about to act a fool quick sippin' on some Alazay and Cristal, meanwhile buy me a drink and get to winking at me she smiles a niggas full of passion Satisfaction is everlastin' How does it feel ? what i'm askin' while i'm rubbin' on that ass why you laughin' ? see, i'm diggin' as if i'm curious full blown and furious baby get a grip when I be doin' this It's so physical my attraction driven by alchol beware of my reaction baby i'm born to ball thugged out on Death Row You better recognize and picture what I said so Now you can feel it it's a potion for my niggas in motion forever blastin' bitches ain't ready for this Thug Passion Chorus 4X more free lyrics |
10. _ Ain't Hard 2 Find
(Tupac) They say Intro/Chorus: (B-Legit) Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin (C-Bo) Where I can pile up my chips (Richie Rich) And niggaz call me a timer (Tupac) I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin (E-40) Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin (Tupac) That's right, that's right boy start that shit off Verse One: 2Pac I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized Picutes of me in my final stage you know Mama cried But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find Why I spend most of my time on California crime Watching for thievin I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead Why the fuck you cowards be runnin, too scared to fight a G For the life of me, I cannot see How motherfuckers picture livin life after a night of fuckin around with me And if you don't like this rhyme then bring your big bad ass to California, cause we ain't hard to find Chorus Verse Two: C-Bo, B-Legit I got my locs on hard hat goin to war Breakin them off on sight, stoppin lives like red lights Watch em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers And get to dumpin on they ass, like the last outlaws Rich, Tupac and the Click, smokin blunts, loadin clips With enough shit to raise your block in one dip We bring on horror like Tales From the Crypt And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick I'm fully automatic full of static and shit Movin Dodge van fifty rounds in the clip I'm ridin shot gun with the tint in the back I'm plan to have a motherfuckerin mint in this rap I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O Where sellin narcotics is all I know I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kind And if you need a motherfucker I ain't hard to find Some may call me Bootsy, but I call it timin That's while I keeps on grindin (that's right) to the point where a nigga can't stop Too much feelin this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch Whether it's a nigga or a hoe, a hoe get in my way, then that ass gots to go Cause a nigga steady plottin I serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep droppin Chorus (Tupac) C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich (E-40) Da Bay, beitch! Verse Three: E-40, Richie Rich Down the steps Abandonded broken down apartment complex Heavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scary Playboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama play Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitate Best shake and bake although mine was first to ask niggaz Motherfuckers didn't think I wasn't going do somethin, ask niggaz Threaten your life, ain't like you love him Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him Check this out I grew up with that nigga, threw up with that nigga I hear he tryin to ride, double-edgin for the other side But now, my glock be so judgemental Back seat of a rental keep my name out your dental Nigga, if your gum bleedin, and you needin mo' than twenty sticthes, you behaved like dem bitches Sideways to the race Heavy in the game, check the resident it's all the same Nigga, and we ain't hard to find (Tupac) Hell nah we ain't hard to find (C-Bo) The whole clickilation fool (E-40) Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch (Tupac) Why them niggaz actin like they can't find us like like they can't see us and like we don't be at the same spots they be at It's the same congregation, Young Pac is back YouknowhatI'mean? (C-Bo) Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit It's a celebration, Young Pac is back (E-40) Motherfuckers better understand this shit (Tupac) Ay D-Shot nigga can we get paid man? Can we just go there and sock this shit up? Hey, we smokin, and we ain't hard to fine Drinkin and shit, fuckin with some hurricane (E-40) A motherfucker's gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa (Tupac) You suPPOSED to Sideways to the next light... more free lyrics |
11. _ All Eyez On Me
['Pac talking] Big Syke, Newt, Hank Beugard, Big Sur (yeah) Y'all know how this shit go (y'know) {All Eyez On Me} Motherfuckin O.G. Roll up in the club and shit (is that right?) {All Eyez On Me} {All Eyez On Me} But you know what? [2Pac] I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust So many playa hating niggaz tryin to sound like us Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin Well are you still down nigga? Holla when you see me And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me I got a caravan of niggaz every time we ride (every time we ride) Hittin motherfuckers up when we pass by (when we pass by) Until I die; live the life of a boss playa Cause even when I'm high, fuck with me and get crossed later The futures in my eyes, cause all I want is cash and thangs A five-double-oh - Benz flauntin flashy rings, uhh Bitches pursue me like a dream Been know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend It seems - my main thang was to be major paid The game sharper than a motherfuckin razor blade Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies One nigga's gettin jealous, and motherfuckers died Depend on me like the first and fifteenth They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me We got foe niggaz, and lowriders, in ski masks screamin Thug Life every time they pass {All Eyez On Me} Chorus One: 2Pac Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die live the life of a boss playa {All Eyez On Me} cause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me} Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die live the life of a boss playa, cause even gettin high.. [Syke] Heeyyy, to my nigga 'Pac.. So much trouble in the world, nigga Can't nobody feel your pain The world's changin everyday, times moving faaast My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last? I'm caught between my woman, and my pistol, and my chips Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip I'm lost in the land with no plan, livin life flawless Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve I'm takin off from the curb The nervousness neglect make me pack a tec Devoted to servin this, Moet and paaayyy-checks Like Akai satellite nigga I'm forever ballin It ain't right parasites triggers and fleas crawlin Sucker duck and get busted, no emotion My devotion is handlin my business nigga keep on coastin Where you goin I been there came back as lonely homie Steady flowin against the grain niggaz STILL don't know me It's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit It ain't funny niggaz don't even know how to act - shit! What can I do, what can I say, is there another way? Blunts and gin all day, twenty-fo' parlay My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free Niggaz can't stand me - all eyes on me! Chorus Two: 2Pac I live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die Live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me} cause even gettin high {All Eyez On Me} I live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me} cause even gettin high [2Pac] The feds is watchin, niggaz plottin to get me Will I survive, will I die? Come on let's picture the possibility Givin me charges, lawyers makin a grip I told the judge I was raised wrong, and that's why I blaze shit Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager On my mobile callin big shots on the scene major Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the law Bitches I fuck with a passion, I'm livin rough and raw Catchin cases at a fast rate, ballin in the fast lane Hustle til the mornin, never stopped until the cash came Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high these niggaz got me tossin shit I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit Keep your head up nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer Up in the Benz burnin rubber The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped This criminal lifestyle, equipped with the bulletproof vest Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket Get your money motherfucker let's get rich and we'll kick it All eyes on me! Chorus Three: 2Pac I live the life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me} cause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me} I live the life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me} cause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me} ['Pac talking] Pay attention my niggaz See how that shit go? Nigga walk up in this motherfucker and it be like "bing!" Cops.. bitches.. everymotherfuckinbody [* overlap *] Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high I got bustas hoes and police watchin a nigga y'know? [* overlap *] I live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Livin life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high {All Eyez On Me} Hehehe.. it's like what they think? I'm walkin around with some ki's in my pocket or somethin? {All Eyez On Me} They think I'm goin back to jail, they REALLY on that dope [* overlap *] Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Live my life as a boss playa I know y'all watchin, I know y'all got me in the scopes [* overlap *] Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high I know y'all know this is Thug Life baayy-bay Y'all got me under surveillance huh? {All Eyez On Me} But I'm knowin more free lyrics |
12. _ Wonder Why They Call U
Chorus: 2Pac You wonda why they call U bitch You wonda why they call U bitch. You wonda why they call U bitch You wonda why they call U bitch. You wonda why they call U bitch You wonda why they call U bitch. Verse One: 2Pac Look here Miss Thang hate to salt your game but yous a money hungry woman and you need to change. In tha locker room all the homies do is laugh. High five's cuz anotha nigga played your ass. It was said you were sleeezy even easy sleepin around for what you need See it's your thang and you can shake it how you wanna. Give it up free or make your money on the corner. But don't be bad and play the game get mad and change. Then you wonda why these muthafuckas call you names. Still lookin' for a way out and that's OK I can see you wanna stray there's a way out. Keep your mind on your money, enroll in school. And as the years pass by you can show them fools. But you ain't tryin' to hear me cuz your stuck, you're headin' for the bathroom 'bout to get tossed up. Still lookin' for a rich man you dug a ditch, got your legs up tryin' to get rich. I love you like a sista but you need to switch and that's why they called U bitch, I betcha. Chorus Verse Two: 2Pac You leave your kids with your mama cuz your headin' for the club in a skin tight miniskirt lookin' for some love. Got them legs wide open while you're sittin' at the bar Talkin' to some nigga 'bout his car. I guess he said he had a Lexxxus, what's next? You headin' to his car for some sex I pass by can't hold back tears inside cuz, lord knows for years I tried. And all the other people on my block hate your guts Then you wonda why they stare and call you slut. It's like your mind don't understand you don't have to kill your dreams ploten' schemes on a man Keep your head up, legs closed, eyes open either a nigga wear a rubber or he die smokin' I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch and niggas wouldn't call you bitch, I betcha. Chorus Verse Three: 2Pac I guess times gettin' hard even harder for you cuz, hey now, got a baby on the way now More money from the county and thanks to the welfare you're about to get your hair done. Got a dinner date can't be late trick or treat, sweet thang got anotha trick to meet. The way he did it it was smooth plottin' while he gamin' you So baby, peep tha rules. I shoulda seen it in the first case the worst case I shoulda never called you back in the first place. I remember back in high school baby you was fast straight sex and barely move your ass. But now things change cuz you don't look the same let the ghetto get the best of you baby, that's a shame Caught HIV and now you 'bout to be deceased and finally be in peace. So where your niggas at now cuz everybody left they stepped and left you on your own See I loved you like a sista but you died to quick And that's why we called U bitch, I betcha. Chorus Outro: 2Pac Dear Ms. Deloris Tucker keep stressen me fuckin' with a muthafucken mind I figured you wanted to know you know why we call them hos bitches and maybe this might help you understand it ain't personal strictly business baby strictly business So If you wonder why we call U bitch You wonder why we call U bitch If you wonder why we call U bitch You wonder why we call U bitch more free lyrics |
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