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1. _ Where Do We Go From Here (interlude)"
Power.. pow.. power... Guess who's back? Hahaha, here we go It's ninety-fo', what's next? Power.. enter my world I guess this year gonna be a motherfucker for real niggaz I swear these playa haters done got a taste of power It ain't all good in the hood Least not on my side, from where I stand And the law? Man, fuck the law! Niggaz must outthink, outstep, and continuously outsmart the motherfuckin law, in every way Key word in ninety-four is 'down low' Gots to be struggling I see how the rich got theirs Nigga I'm legit, shit Where do we go from here? (Who's afraid, of the punk police? To my niggaz run the streets, fuck peace) -- [repeat in background] Heyyy niggaz, where your heart at? See motherfuckers killin babies, killin mommas Killin kids, puttin this in they motherfuckin mark Now what type of mixed up trick would kill the future of our race before he would he look his enemy dead in the eye, and open fire? These crazy motherfuckers got toys with guns Jails for guns, but still, no god damn jobs And they wonder why we loc'n up Where do we go from here? Where do we go? [singers singing variations of 'Where do we go from here'] All you niggaz out there The clouds shook, the world listened We stood together in April of ninety-two With duty, and a sense of honor There is no limit to what WE can achieve That's all on us... us... Not my niggaz, not the whites, not the enemies or none of them motherfuckers, US What can WE do? Shit I declare a death sentence to all child molestors Fake-ass bitches, male and female And all you punk-ass snitches We can do without your asshole Let no man break, what we set Where do we go from here? Rest in peace, to Cato, I miss you All the other real G's that passed away in ninety-three In ninety-four, and more What do we do? For us? more free lyrics |
2. _ Fuck All Y'all
[Intro:] Ha ha ha...fuck all y'all...fuck all y'all...I don't need nobody Fuck 'em...Fuck all y'all [Verse 1] Money gone fuck friends I need a homie that know me when all these muthafuckin' cops be on me I got problems ain't nobody calling back now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and all we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew we had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin' cousins You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc a nigga just got paid and we still was broke It took time but finally the cash was mine all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind Look around and all I see is snakes and faces like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's and when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends They straight busted and can't be trusted fuck y'all [Chorus] Fuck all y'all [2x] [Verse 2] I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use cause I'm a hopeless thug Ain't no love reminiscing on how close we was way back in the day before they put the crack in the way and heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day It's gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court I recollect we used to ball now just living's enough I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall Thug for life scrawled all across the wall and all about my dollars make me wanna holla drop an album sell a million give a fuck about tomorrow I know it's gettin' crazy after dark these marks keep on huffin' and puffin' ain't no fear in my heart What's going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive I still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate thai In 94 I'll be going solo too many problems with my own so I'm rolling do-do Fuck all y'all [Chorus 3x] [Verse 3] I went from rags to riches quick to socializing with the baddest bitches went from a bucket to a rag with switches I'm seein' death around the corner I'm bumpin' Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna I'm getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai mixed with some indonesia watch me fly And even though I know the cops behind me hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch) will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court Fuck the law give a shit I'm even worse than before I know they wanna see a nigga buried but I ain't worried still throwing these thangs got me locked in these chains and hey nigga what the fuck is you wailin' 'bout soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball I'm screaming Thug Life nigga fuck y'all [Repeat of intro] more free lyrics |
3. _ R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
R U Still Down [repeat 3X] [Verse One: 2Pac] Now up and at em it's on, I was raised to be strong And Mama told me be a Thug since the day I was born I came up, out the gutter never changed my style Got for real about my papers, cause the game was wild And the fame was a plot to try to change me And what's strange is nobody knew my name 'fore it came Now the whole world is calling me a, killer All I ever did, was try to reach the kids with the real All the time I was ballin, never heard my friends callin Couldn't stop myself from fallin, I'm all in Shit's gettin sleazy, believe me Best to take what ya need, but don't be greedy Cause in my mind, I see sunshine, I thought I didn't have to run, now I'm duckin from the gun yellin, 'One-Time' Take your time to feel my record, and if you did chill a second, my blind method, will still wreck it My young homies stay strong I wonder if they'll listen to a nigga when he gone, R U Still Down? [Chorus: 2Pac] Raise em up... R U Still Down? [repeat 5X] [Verse Two: 2Pac] I'm gettin high, so a nigga think he touch the sky Turn tough inside, in the rush to die Livin life as a Thug time to face the truth What's goin on with the wasted youth, please God come and save me (save me), had to work with what ya gave me And got a nigga goin crazy I can't read the signs, I'm blind, but a nigga know he need his nine, cause times, they ain't what they used to be Ain't a penitentiary built big enough for me and my niggaz on the streets, man listen Cause these ain't the old days Ain't no way I'ma bustin my ass and gettin no pay It seems I can't find my focus, and homey I ain't paranoid I seen the future and it's hopeless Lord knows, its hard on a young scrub It seems I had less problems when I slung drugs But since I'm tryin lace niggaz with the game wanna see me locked in chains, tryin to dirty up my name And them same motherfuckers that was callin me Will be the first to turn their backs, when I'm fallin, see I should have seen it from the jump, but now it's clear This one nigga got the town in fear, but R U Still Down [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2Pac] I wrote this for my critics and my, enemies Last year ya used to love me, huh REMEMBER ME Now ya hate me with a passion, tryin to get me stuck in the mix I'm stayin sharp, got no time for them tricks And now they wonder if I'm goin to jail Just as well, cause my life on the streets - a living Hell And I can't sleep, they got my phone tapped, and mercy Lord Come get me 'fore they hurt me Ran outta tears, and through the years couldn't change me My daddy left me alone, and so I'm angry I never did nothin wrong, my mama told me, "Baby it's on" And now I'm hustlin and bustlin bones Never said it came easy, I'm makin cheese Buyin all the things on TV, and gettin skeezed Wish my homeboys could see me now Little bad motherfucker runnin wild through the town Please tell me, R U Still Down? R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me [repeat 2X] R U Still Down, to raise em up? R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me [repeat 3X] R U Still Down, to raise em up? R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me [repeat 3X] R U Still Down, to raise em up? That's right y'all, give them bitches the motherfuckin middle finger RAISSSSE em up These hoes can't fade me, don't these bitches know we crazy? Thug Life, niggaz, be, the sickest You feel me? Now get that shit written down God damn! Took four years and a motherfuckin case for these motherfuckers to feel me Ain't that a bitch? R U Still motherfucking down? Old hoe ass fake ass niggaz We out this motherfucker more free lyrics |
4. _ Redemption
Hahahahaha! (Thug Life bitch, goin out like that) Once again! Hahaha! Once again! Hahaha! (Thug Life bitch) [2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! (Goin out like that) Hahahaha! [2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch* [2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch* [2Pac] Open fire on you niggaz (Thug Life bitch) [2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! Hahahaha (Goin out like that) Once again! Hahaha! Once again! Hahaha! (Thug Life bitch, goin out like that) [2Pac] Open fire on you niggaz *lower pitch* [2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch* Once again! Hahaha! (Thug Life bitch, goin out like that) (Thug Life bitch, goin out like that) [2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! Once again! Hahaha! [2Pac] Open fire on you niggaz *lower pitch* [repeats in background] Once again! Hahaha! [2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! [2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! Hahahaha [2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch* (Thug Life bitch, goin out like that) more free lyrics |
5. _ Thug Style
[Intro:] Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shit that nigga ain't from muhfuckin' New York That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas Yo nigga man fuck Pac that nigga West Coast that fucker that always with them New York niggas seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain't from the West Coast Man fuck Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain't really down rapin' ass nigga I didn't do it fuck it with that nigga fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail right and fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga [2Pac (overlapping)] I'm in this muthafucka I guess these muthafuckas tryin' to take me out the business right I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York and I ain't West Coast for these niggas on the West huh? Fuck e'rybody Heh heh heh... Thug style out this muthafucka niggas throw ya hands in the air If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop I want muthafucking police trying to pull niggas over on this one We taking this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style Thug style You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G We ain't dead yet, feel me!! [Verse 1] I got my Hennessy find ya foes in a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes I'm getting high off buddha 'Cause the times be slow I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke and who meee a nigga livin' life like a G in that artillery keepin' niggas off of me I can't sleep living in these wicked times peep, niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat You can holler if you want to pleeease I ain't runnin' with no punk crew beeee enemies and my range is on you're in the danger zone my fuckin' game is strong, Hotline You suckas better find ya mind I got mine from hustling and busting them rhymes to my niggas up in Quentin Down on Riker's Isle stay rile But a nigga gotta use his styles These, [Chorus] Niggas don't know my style quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child try to put me in the courts But my force was wild Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style These, Niggas don't know my style quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child try to put me in the courts But my force was wild Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style [Verse 2] I could be wrong but I never got along with cops it's like they stuck from making niggas duck from Glocks all the time my mind's full of thoughts of ends I'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow) My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie cause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicide My mama cried when they took me off to jail only me inside the cell Straight locked up in this hell I hear some sucka screaming like the demon's inside will 'em away in the morning Only the strong survive I cry but in my own way Swallow my pride pick a reason to hide from all the niggas that die (Rest in Peace) cemetary full of brothers I buried It's going down even now I wonder will I still be around my hometown is the gutter I was born a wild came up out this dust with my heartless style These, [Chorus] [Verse 3] I remember Uptown huh got to get to listenin' to Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits and even though I had habit makin' words rhyme I was caught up in the madness Juvenile thugs come on I tell the whole story nothin' but truth Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs and Pete and Lee young G's with a gift of gab and tryin' to hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab remember mama's cooking No school straight hookin' and tryin' to get with light skinned cause she good looking And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't paying call the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biotch) I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck I had to move around a lot 'cause my moms was stuck I had family but I was way too wild had to move to the West to regain my style These, [Chorus 'til end with ad libs] more free lyrics |
6. _ When I Get Free II
Ay Trusty Trusty, what you want man? Aww nigga let me get one of them ciggarettes, damn! Shit, come on bastard, get the phone for a nigga Use the phone, aww nigga get the phone for me man What's the number? 323-6545, tell her it's Pac [Chorus: repeat 2X] When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street There'll be trouble when they see me I heard a snicker a laugh, I take a look at the evening news And see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck These motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but I slip as quick as the wind, it's me again, fuck friends My foes be on a mission, tryin to do me in Fuck em I'm out to get out, they all thought I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick? And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch Maintain with a nigga meal ticket only if you with the real The nigga will kick it, I'll enforce it with the steel These are lessons that I learned in jail Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell Now I'm workin with connects that I got in the pen In no time I'll be clockin again [Chorus] Heyyy, still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past Tryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash Quick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side My cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died And my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe me and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze Cause she keep on callin me baby, to a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make me crazy Now how long will it take, to get a hook Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks I devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives but man, ain't no disguise I'ma die as a man If we make it then I'm takin it to Hell all them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in a cell Locked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned, in misery The nigga you don't wanna see [Chorus 3X] When I get free, believe that shit Yeah nigga fuck your cigarette, fuck that phone call motherfucker I'll be out this motherfucker in a few days I'll pay these bitches back in spades Punk ass bastards, long as my AK flexes we gonna play these bitches That's how we do this shit Fuck that I'm out, C.O. turn the fuckin lights out! more free lyrics |
7. _ Definition Of A Thug Nigga
"Nobody's, closing me out of my business" [repeat 2X] [2Pac] My definition of a thug nigga "Nobody's, closing me out of my business" [Verse One: 2Pac] I played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin Pack my nine til it's time to go to prison As I'm bailin down the block that I come from, still gotta pack a gun Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb I guess I live life forever jugglin But I'll be hustlin til the early mornin cause I'm strugglin Like drinkin liquor make the money come quicker Gettin pages from my bitch it's time to dick her I ain't in love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her Drop off and let the next nigga get her That's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make the dough Break a hoe when it's time to make some mo' I keep my finger on the trigger of my Glock Ridin down the block lickin shots at the punk-ass *cops* And spittin game through my mobile phone The type of shit to get them hoes to bone My Definition of a Thug Nigga [Chorus: (various samples)] "Tis the season, to be servin" "What you doin?" "Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker" -- [Snoop Doggy Dogg] [repeat 3X] "Tis the season, to be servin" [scratched by Warren G] [Verse Two: 2Pac] Well I roll with a crew of zoo niggaz They're quick to pulle a nine when it's time do niggaz Comin through like I'm two niggaz, a true nigga fuck a Zig Zag Roll me a blunt and pass that brew nigga I'm drivin drunk on the freeway, so take it ea-sy Lookin for a new face to skeeze me Everybody's lookin for a nut but I'm searchin for the big bucks Give a fuck, rather die than be stuck in a one-room shack, and, kickin back Daydreamin with the nine in my lap (huh) So how's that from the mind of a Thug Nigga Bought a fo'-five cause I heard that the slug's bigger Figure the first motherfucker to jump'll find hisself gettin swept off his feet by the pump I put that on my moms, word to the motherfuckin trigger Before I go broke I'll be a drug dealer, a Thug Nigga [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2Pac] Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time Make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime So here we go, we in the inner city I keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is shitty Niggaz don't like me cause I'm makin ends Roll in a Benz and I blaze a blunt, cause I'm all in And any nigga trying to take what I got'll hafta deal with the sixteen-shot Glock (huh) So here we go, I can't be faded Happy in the motherfucker, finally made it Got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger And I ain't takin shit from no niggaz I'm just tryin to make some money right Put some motherfuckin food in my tummy right I'm feelin good like I'm supposed to, ready to ball Find a spot and we can serve em all My Definition of a Thug Nigga [Outro: (various samples)] "Tis the season, to be servin" "Mobbin like a motherfucker, every single day" -- [Snoop Doggy Dogg] [2Pac] My Definition of a Thug Nigga [repeat 3X] "Tis the season, to be servin" [scratched by Warren G] "Nobody's, closing me out of my business" [continually scratched to near end] more free lyrics |
8. _ Black Starry Night (Interlude)
Against all odds, I'm still here nigga Aiyyy, I got to get my props for 2Pacalypse O.P.D. -- what??! When this album come out, niggaz can kiss my ass Did you think I'd fall? You think you could stop a motherfucker like me? Introducing you to my criminal crew Treach, A.D., Apache, Essential You got to deal with me on a whole new level motherfucker Above the Law, Lench Mob, the Underground Cause I'm gettin paid gets around and we down in this bitch And the more you try to keep niggaz away from me the more I unite with mo' niggaz and mo' niggaz and mo' niggaz Extra special thanks to my nigga Big John Major And it's a ghetto in every city and a nigga in every ghetto I owe him, thanks to my man Mike Cooley and the rest of out fathers Motherfucker we are unstoppable And uhh, I'm not goin alive! more free lyrics |
9. _ Nothing To Lose
[Verse 1] The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out Pray to my God everyday but he don't listen the poverty bothers me but mama's working wonders in the kitchen Listen I can hear her crying in the bedroom praying for money we never think would she be dead soon Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else at 13 can't feed myself Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me wish he would've helped me too much like him 'til my mama don't love me On my own at a early age gettin' paid and I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid Where did I go astray I'm hanging in the back streets running with G's and dope fiends will they jack me? Can't turn back my eyes on the prize I got nothing to lose everybody gotta die say good-bye to the bad guy that one you fucked when you passed by Buck buck [gunshots] from a Glock tempured glass fly Do or Die walk a mile in my shoes and you'd be crazy too with nothing to lose [Chorus] I got nothing to lose (that's why I got gang related) got nothing to lose [5x] nothing to lose [Verse 2] I thank the Lord for my many blessings though I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection from the barrel of the Smith & Wesson and all my niggas in the pen' here we go again Ain't nothing seperating us from a mack 10 Born in the ghetto as a hustla older straight soldier bucking at them bustas No matter how you try niggas never die We just retaliate with hate then we multiply see me striking down the block hittin' co'ners Mobbin' like a muthafucka livin' like I wanna Ain't no stoppin' at the red lights I'm sideways Thug Life muthafucka criiime pays Let the cops put they lights on chase me nigga zig-zaggin' through the freeway race me nigga In a high speed chase with the law the realest muthafucka that you ever saw I'm livin' raw 'til they bury me don't worry me I'm high livin' like I ain't afraid to die And you could walk a mile in my shoes and you'd be crazy too [Chorus] [Verse 3] Ain't no escape from a deadly fate and everyday there's a million black bodies put away I'm startin' to lose hope it seems everybody's on dope Mama told me to leave 'cause she was broke Sometimes I choke on the indo peepin' out the window alone on my own I'm a criminal Got no love from the household I'm out cold in the streets give me muthafucking peace I got nothing to lose and something to prove What do I do live Thug Life nigga stay true I wonder when they kill me is there a Heaven for a real G Lord forgive me if you feel me 'Cause all my life I was dirt broke with no hope li'l skinny muthafucka wantin' dough I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade but everyday it's a struggle to get major paid Anyway it's so hard on a nigga in this city no pity and ain't no love for the scrubs that be buyin' time If you could walk a mile in my shoes you'd be crazy too with nothing to lose [Chorus] [Outro] It was a what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga We be the craziest...Muthafucka! You know! It was a what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga We be the craziest! more free lyrics |
10. _ I'm Losin It
Straight out the motherfucking bay Here we go [2Pac] Lord help me, save me, Mama keep praying For a young motherfucker trying to duck an early grave In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies Around the corner there's another nigga waiting to jack He don't know I got a glock 'til his ass get shot Like a motherfucking thug disease Craving beats like they motherfucking drugs to me, hey What's up with bitches trying to screw me? Do me cause I did a movie Throw the pussy to me but before they never knew me Rather die then let ya play me for a, buster And with my glock I'm a plotting ass rotten motherfucker, huh Don't let the movie fool ya, let me school ya Screaming Thug Life nigga when I do ya I'm going crazy, getting dizzy And then I suffacate a motherfucking breather bring me back I'm telling ya I'm losing it [Chorus] Said I'm losing my mind Losing my mind [ X4 ] [Big Syke] I'm going crazy, niggas can't fade me On the real I kill when I step to ya fucking grill So let me kick it let me flip it let me get wicked I'm not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets I hang with G's flipping keys and smoking weed I get the cash and dash and never learn to read So fuck a bitch fuck a hoe and I let ya know Because they come and go like the wind blows What am I giving how I'm living what I'm giving up You can take my life and I don't give a fuck Cause I'm the trouble most coming from the west coast Where the niggas is banging 'til the overdose Killers and murderers, psychos and lunatics Nobody knows what makes my mind click Is it the demons, screaming inside of me? Hell no it's just the Thug Life mentallity I'm going crazy shit don't phase me I'm living like a thug 'til six niggas carry me Death is on the trigga so pull it I can't take it no more, nigga, I'm losing it [Chorus] [Spice 1] Shit was talking to me, my gat screamed fire The bullet told me shoot that motherfucker he's a lier I talked to me 3-80 like a bitch on a stroll When my niggas try to ???? Nigga, I can't get fucked in this game I'm a psychopath My AK told me to shove him up some niggas ass I'm having long conversations with Mr. Millometer He's one of my best friends bitch ass nigga eater And Miss Mossburg love it in the back trunk You know that old school bitch she like to get it funked And spitting motherfuckers by the seems My grand daddy Mr. AR-15 By the evil motherfucker Talked me into taking over a dope turf and shooting cluckers Said he was my only family Shoot straight, and please don't jam me Got in a fight at the club my gat started talking Told me to shut the fuck up and let him do the talking I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang I'm going nuts man Shit was talking to me [Chorus to fade] more free lyrics |
11. _ Hellrazor
Major! Hell motherfuckin yeah This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolin, hell yeah Mama raised a hellrazor... born thuggin Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen On the scene watchin fiends buggin Kickin up dust with the older G's Soakin up the game that was told to me I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot, I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons A young nigga askin questions while other suckers was guessin I was ganked for sexin Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin class and I'm buckin blastin, straight mashin Mobbin through the overpass laughin While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord Can ya feel me? I keep my finger in the trigger Cause some nigga tried to kill me and mama raised a hellraizor, everyday gettin paid Police on my pager, straight stressin A fugitive my occupation is under question Wanted for investigation, and even though I'm marked for death, I'ma spark til I lose my breath Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin trap And they wonder why it's hard bein black Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh [Chorus: Stretch] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major Lord be my savior, unnh [Repeat 4X] Mama raised a hellrazor [2Pac] Dear Lord can ya feel me Stress gettin major, unnh Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure Why you let the police beat down niggaz I'm startin to think all the rich in the world is safe While the po' babies restin in the early graves God come save the youth Ain't nothin else to do but have faith in you Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic crooked cop killin Glock, tell me Lord Can ya feel me? Show a way I'm prayin but my enemies won't go away And everywhere I turn I see niggaz burn Every nigga that I know's on death row My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price Little young motherfucker doin triple life Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin better If my nigga knew the truth he'd hit the roof Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin pen Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin major (Lord be my savior, unnh) [Chorus: Stretch] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major Lord be my savior, unhh [repeat 2X] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me A young nigga tryin to make it on these rough streets I'm on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME THE WHOLE WORLD done made a nigga crazy! I got my three-five-seven can't control it Screamin die motherfucker and he's loaded Everybody run for cover, I cause shit Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me Cause do or die gettin high til the bury me Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why Little girl like LaTasha, had to die She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped And when I saw it on the news I see busta girl killin 'Tasha Now I'm screamin fuck the world, in the end it's my friends, that flip-flop Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop Thug Life motherfucker I lick shots Every nigga on my block dropped two cops Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high with my hands on the trugger, Thug nigga Stressin like a motherfuckin drug dealer And even in the darkest nights, I'm a Thug for Life I got the heart to fight now Mama raised a hellraiser why cry That's just life in the ghetto, do or die more free lyrics |
12. _ Open Fire
"Alright now, here we go" [Verse One: 2Pac] Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers kill me I'm out the gutter, pick a hero I'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competion's zero Cause I could give a fuck about you, better duck Or I'll be forced to hit yo ass up I give a fuck I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me? It's gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops to come and get me Niggaz know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser Word to God I've been ready to die since I was born I don't want no shit but niggaz trip and yo it's on Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried It's a man's world, niggaz get played, another stray Hope I live to see another day, hey I'm getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust? Got my mama stressin thinkin it's a drug bust Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached We living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my last Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask That's the consequences when ya livin, fast Six bricks of tricks, for my niggaz, I gotta come up and recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures Is it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover over the fence and open fire "Alright now, here we go" [Verse Two: 2Pac] These motherfuckers on my ass I'm in traffic, will it be tragic? I'm comin round the corner like I'm Magic Doin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches In a high speed chase with these punk bitches Don't turn around I ain't givin up, cause they don't worry me Pussy ass bitches better bury me Runnin outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot We in the hood, how the fuck they gon catch a crook? Haha I got away cause I'm clever Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies at the coppers that persue me, beotch! I be a hustler til it's over, motherfucker Open fire on you bustas "Alright now, here we go" [Verse Three: 2Pac] Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state I gotta pay my fuckin bills, so I'm transportin weight Change my plates, pick up my nigga, and now we rollin Droppin keys like they stolen, hehe Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta town until the coast is clear Enough dope to last a year They got me running from the police, nowhere to go With the lights out, rollin down a dirt road But I ain't goin alive, I'd rather die than be a convict I'd rather fire on my target I hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh shit! Them bitches right behind me They take a shot and hit my fuckin tires Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka! Hahahaha, Thug Life! more free lyrics |
13. _ 16 On Death Row
Death Row That's where motherfuckers is endin up Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness I robbed my adversaries, but slipped and left a witness Wonder if they'll catch me, or will this nigga snitch Should I shoot his bitch, or make the nigga rich? Don't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped Hawkin while I'm walkin, and talkin behind my back I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this shit to win it Cause life's a Wheel of, Fortune here's my chance to spin it Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me Niggaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash Whip out the nine, now I'ma dive and pump your ass Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk Snatched him like a bitch, and threw him in the trunk The punk thought I was bluffin, but swear I'm nothin nice Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend It's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers And fuck five-oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners [Tupac sings] Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where they find me? 16 on Death Row Dear mama, these cops don't understand me I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger The brother in my cell, is 16 as well It's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin Hell I shouldn'ta let him catch me Instead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy And my cellmate's raped on the norm And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin torn They made me an animal Can't sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals And that's how it is in the pen Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend My mama prayed for me Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?) Cause when they come for me they find a struggler To the death I take the breath from your jugular The trick is to never lose hope I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row [Tupac sings] Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where you find me? 16 on Death Row Dear mama, they sentenced me to death Today's my final day, I'm countin every breath I'm bitter cause I'm dyin, so much I haven't seen I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16 I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a shit And they too quick to say goodbye to me They tell me the preacher's there for me He's a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared for me He's only here to be sure I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitin on the poor, and how can these people judge me? They ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan to keep a nigga in the state pen And to my homies out buryin motherfuckers Steer clear of these Aryan motherfuckers Cause once they got you locked up They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot up I'm convinced self-defense is the way Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day I wish I woulda known while I was out there Now I'm straight headin for the chair [Tupac sings] Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where we live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where you find me? 16 on Death Row 16 on Death Row It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries 16 on Death Row more free lyrics |
14. _ Only Fear Of Death
Pssst... psssssst... aiyyo Are you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever Tell me, which one? They wanna bury me, I'm worried -- I'm losin my mind Look down the barrel of my nine and my vision's blurry Fallin to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord but he ignores me unfortunately cause I'm guilty Show me a miracle, I'm hopeless -- I'm chokin off marijuana smoke, with every toke it's like I'm losin focus Fallin to sleep while I'm at service, when will I die? Forever paranoid and nervous because I'm high Don't mention funerals I'm stressin, and goin nutty And reminiscin bout them niggaz that murdered my buddy I wonder when will I be happy, ain't nothin funny Flashbacks of bustin caps, anything for money Where am I goin I discovered, can't nothin save me My next door neighbor's havin convo with undercovers Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it Happy birthday bitch, you know you shouldn'ta did it Everybody's dyin am I next, who can I trust? Will they be G's, and they look at me before they bust? Or will they kill me while I'm sleepin, two to the head while I'm in bed, leakin blood on my satin sheets Is there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin suspicious of this bitch the line busy everytime I call her Now she's tellin me to visit, who else is home? I check the house before I bone, so we all alone After I nut I hit the highway, see ya later To all the players watch the fly way a nigga played her The bitch is tellin all her homies -- that I can fuck her like no other now them other bitches wanna bone me I'm under pressure gettin drunk, somebody help me I drink a fifth of Hennesey I don't think it's healthy I see my enemies they creepin, don't make me blast I watch the five-oh's roll, the motherfuckers pass by me like they know me, smilin as they laugh I put up my middle finger then I dash Niggaz don't like me cause I'm Thuggin, and every day I'm a hustler lookin to get paid They wanna bury me, I'm worried -- no need to lie I pray to God I don't scream when it's time to fry Nowhere to rest I'm losin homies, ain't that a bitch When I was rich I had clout, now a nigga's lonely I put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there? Then tell me am I lost cause I'm lonely I thought I had friends but in the end a nigga dies lonely Nowhere to run I'm in terror, and no one cares A closed casket at my funeral and no one's there Is there a future for a killer? I change my ways But still that don't promise me the next day So I stay Thuggin with a passion, forever blastin I'm bustin on these motherfuckers in my madness They wonder if I'm hellbound... well Hell can't be worse than this, cause I'm in Hell now Don't make me hurt you I don't want to, but I will See motherfuckers killed over phone bills Never will I die, I'll be back Reincarnated as a motherfuckin mack I love it cause in heaven there's no shortage on G's I'm tellin you now, you motherfuckers don't know me "Only fear of death.." "You ghetto niggaz" "Only fear of death is comin back reincarnated" [repeats continously w/ variations] Hahaha, I ain't scared to die I ain't scared to die To my homies in heaven I ain't scared to die Do you wanna live forever? Are you scared, to die? Or will you scream, when you fry? I don't fear death My only fear of death is comin back, reincarnated This is dedicated to Mental, R.I.P. And Big Kill, R.I.P. And all you other O.G.'s, who go down I don't fear death more free lyrics |
15. _ I'm Gettin Money
Get money nigga Yeah - aw yeah Dedicate this one to all the hustlers that get up every motherfuckin mornin and put they work in I see you - I see you boy I'm up before sunrise first to hit the block Lil' bad motherfucker with a pocket full of rocks Learned to throw them thangs, get my skinny lil' ass kicked Niggaz laughed, til the first motherfucker got blas-ted I put the nigga in his casket and now they covering the bastard in plastic I smoke blunts on the regular fuck when it counts Tryin to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce Gettin ghost on the five-oh, fuck them hoes Got a forty-five screamin out surviv-al Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some ya-yo and holla five-oj when I say so Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm hittin fences NARC's on a nigga back missin me by inches And they say how do you survive, weighin one-fifty-five in the city where the little niggaz die Tell mama don't cry, cause even if they kill me They can never take the life of a real G I'm gettin money [4x] Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin Pour some liquor on the curb, for my homies that deserve it If I wanna make a million, gotta stay dealin Kinda boomin round the way, think today I make a killin Dressin down like I'm dirty, but only on the block just a clever disguise, to keep me runnin from the cops Gettin high I think I'll die if I don't get no ends I'm in a bucket but I'm ridin it like it's a Benz I hit the strip I let my music buck drinkin liquor and I'm lookin for a bitch to fuck Rather die makin money, than live poor and legal as I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo I need money in a major way Time to fuck my girl, she gettin paid today, ha hah ha I live Thug Life and let the money come to me Cause they can never take the game from a young G I'm gettin money [4X] Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do Now watch a young motherfucker pull the trigger too RAISE UP, and don't let them see ya cry Dry your eyes, young nigga time for do or die I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my Glock Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit I done seen a motherfucker peep pain at point blank range cause he slept on the game Ain't a damn thing changed, they shakin the dice Now roll em if you can't stand pain better hold em Cause ain't no tellin what ya might roll You might fold catch AIDS from a slight cold You better live ya life to the fullest Be quick to kill a bull got a pistol motherfucker better pull it And even if they kill me They can never take the life of a young G I'm gettin money [5X] more free lyrics |
16. _ Lie To Kick It
(If she didn't wanna fuck then she never would've called you) [Repeated] Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson. It's all good. [Chorus] You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches [Repeat] [Verse 1: Richie Rich] Jack of all trades ballin' like Jordan you punk fake inside the paint in fact I know you can't do half of the shit that you was claimin' in the county Suckas on yo jock you claim you run the block Polyurethane busta cracked in half you claim you folding bank but I know yo bank stank I lived around the corner I seen you fully smoked Must I say some more you weighed a buck 04 you sold ya TV for a buck cause it was way too late Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight You's a baller lying to them youngstas quick got them thinking you sick and representing yo click But you's an old basehead kickin' too much hype yo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes And if they knew yo identity you'd probably be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh) You ain't got to lie to kick it. [Chorus 4x] [Verse 2: 2Pac] You ain't got to lie to kick it y'all don't hear me I got these niggas yackin' in my face about some shit that never took place And what you see is what you get that's what he told me I peeped it in his pose exposed the fucking phony I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie with them bitches they be freaky they don't know me Hey it's gettin drastic Gunnin niggas down cause they plastic Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked and stuffed in a casket Rippin' the shit like it's my muthafucking last hit Hey they wonder why a nigga's nothin' nice and everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson Cause I know the real on the bitch she got to skit ya just to get a nigga's riches (fuck that bitch) I pray to God that the bitch don't get no dick and got a nigga screamin' Fuck That Bitch! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Pac & Rich] Well if a bitch'll be a bitch Then a trick'll be a trick I've got my nigga Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix this is Thug Life baby rollin' hoes like Vogues Stay the fuck up out of mine and I'll stay out of yours It's a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn't understand This Tanqueray got me screamin' Fuck yo' man. But now you beefing on the strength that you was thinkin' I was jocking Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I'm steady clockin' and if it ain't about a buck I gives a fuck it's raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck so what's up with them low life bitches tryin' to play me Bitch you better see Trojan about yo' baby (Ha ha) Trickin' niggas better catch up on they pimpin' Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slipping [Chorus 'til end] more free lyrics |
17. _ Hold On Be Strong
Hold on... [lighter flicks up] Yeah it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby [inhales] It'll get better... [coughing] Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style When this whole beat drop we just gon' run it to em bet It's all good, uhh I never had much, ran with a bad bunch Little skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch And all through Junior High, we was just gettin by And drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives I never did cry, and even though I had pain in my heart, I was hopeless from the start They couldn't tell me nothin, they all tried to help to help me The marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy I travelled places, caught cases, what a ill year I felt the pain and the rain but I'm still here Never did like the police, let the whole world know Now I gets no peace, cause they chasin me down And facin me now, what do I do? These thangs that a Thug goes through And still I rise so keep ya head up, and make ya mind strong It's a struggle every day but you gotta hold on [Chorus: repeat 4X] Hold on, be strong, hold on Be strong, hold on When it's on it's on There's, never a good day, cause in my hood they let they AK's pump strays where the kids play And every Halloween, check out the murder scene Can't help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen My homies dyin 'fore they get to see they birthdays These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth I know that ain't the truth, sometimes I look for proof I wonder if heaven got a ghetto, and if it does Does it matter if you blood or you cuz Remember how it was, the picnics and the parties in the projects Small time drinkin gettin high with them armies Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter I'm dealin with the madness, raised by a single mother I'm tryin to tell you when it's on You gotta keep your head to the sky and be strong, most of all hold on [Chorus] [Interlude:] Hold on, be strong I know them ain't tears comin down your face When it's on it's on but Wipe your eyes Hold on, be strong In this world When it's on it's on but Only the strong survive y'know Hold on, be strong Hmm, I know it's hard out there When it's on it's on but Welfare Hold on, be strong AIDS, earthquakes Cause when it's on it's on but Muggings, carjackings Hold on, and be strong Yeah we got problems Cause when it's on it's on but But believe me when I tell you Hold on, and be strong Things always get better Cause when it's on it's on but God don't like ugly Hold on, and be strong And God don't like no quitters Cause when it's on it's on but You know what Billie Holiday said bay-bee Hold on, and be strong God bless the child that can hold his own Cause when it's on it's on but Y'know? Hold on, and be strong You got to stand strong Cause when it's on it's on but And when these bustas try to knock you out your place Hold on, and be strong You stand there to they face Cause when it's on it's on but Tell em hold on, and be strong Hold on, and be strong The game don't stop Cause when it's on it's on but Hmmm Hold on, and be strong This here is black main Cause when it's on it's on but If you don't never leave nothin, learn one thing Hold on, and be strong It don't stop, til the casket drop Hold on Thug, for Life... feel me? All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong When things get bad, especially come the first and the fifteenth Stay strong, and stay ballin, hold on I'll catch y'all at the next life, we in traffic more free lyrics |
18. _ Enemies With Me
[2Pac] Young Thugs in this motherfucker Don't break up the fight, let 'em rumble Don't make enemies with me I Try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see Don't make enemies with me Some say my criminal experience is legendary I do what's necessary Niggas wanna see me burried Worried, if you coming hurried I ain't going down, fuck the world I'm a thug Tell 'em can't nothing stop me but a slug I went from drug dealing to a shot caller From off the block, no longer rock And putting money in my pocket, nationwide baller Bitch nigga I'm prepared to die, Before I fry I hit the weed so I be forever high My eyes has seen so much in misery, So before I flee I open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed Bitches don't wanna see me leave, forever thugging Tell 'em bury me a G on everything I love And fuck the law 'cause the raw niggas ain't free This picture's clear but we can't see, hahaha This game is jealousy, Don't let 'em change That's what they keep on telling me, motherfuck the fame I can't sleep 'cause I keep hearing peeps ? wrapped in my sheets Don't make enemies with me I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see Don't make enemies with me Rather fuck with these other other little Gs Don't make enemies with me, nigga I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see Don't make enemies with me Fuck with these other other little Gs Don't make enemies with me [Mutah with K-Dogg in ()] The game is getting deeper with this I couldn't stop, I'm reminising And having flashbacks when them niggas came up missing (Wish in my heart, these niggas they ain't have to start Now therefore they gotta see in dark Played the part with heart when we spark they part Running silly through the court) They don't really wanna start (How you wanna do?) Yo K, anyway These motherfuckers wanna play we can do it all day So I stay (Sipping on my aray to keep my head fine And I'm where? Everywhere from here to bedtime) And I squeeze when I say I'm coming Straight gunning on enemies if it's really me that they wanting (Cause it ain't nothing, Y'all niggas is fronting Do you really want it? niggas dying...) [2Pac] Don't make enemies with me I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see Don't make enemies with me You'd rather fuck with these other other little Gs Don't make enemies with me I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see Don't make enemies with me You'd rather fuck with these other other little Gs Don't make enemies with me [Big Mal with Yak in ()] Now, we're in '94, Niggas get bust through the do' Cup? in a flash sittin on that ass (And rarely fold) Galitter tell 'em bout that trife shit (You wanna fight? I wanna light shit, you lose your life bitch) bee-yatch! A nigga struggle too hard for what I got hustle (And doubled every fucking yard that I cop and stop Hell nah! I coulnd't see it Facing a century in the penatentury but so be it) And Jesus couldn't help me out the state (Prepare for an early date to see my fate at the pearly gate But wait) No time for stalling (But death is calling) You wanna stomp on it somebody's gotta start falling (True, what I do from sun up) is for a come up (Wake up with my gun up) Cause when I sneak that's when they run up (So It's time to spray like Ray And put the freeze on these fake Gs) You know how we do [2Pac] Don't make enemies with me I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see Don't make enemies with me You'd rather fuck with these other other little Gs Don't make enemies with me, nigga I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see Don't make enemies with me You'd Rather fuck with these other other little Gs Don't make enemies with me What nigga? Young motherfucking thugs, let's out do it Don't make enemies with me nigga Y'all better fuck with these other niggas And I don't see it Don't make enemies with me Motherfuckers is fatal nigga I swear by the Gods Don't make enemies with me nigga Niggas gonna see they caskets fucking with these bastards Don't make enemies with me It's for all these motherfuckers that's swearing to God That they be doing something Don't make enemies with me That they touching something That they being something Y'all niggas ain't shit That's on my mama bring the drama, nigga Young Thugs, fuck the drugs These niggas making records, y'all niggas best to check it Cause y'all gonna get yo asshole tore They tearing patches out you niggas ass All y'all niggas, I don't give a fuck who you running with This is thug life nigga, the new generation motherfucker Young Thugs we chin checking all you junior high school motherfuckers Y'all better feel this shit, don't make enemies with these niggas You better be friendly motherfucker, I swear to God We running through, smile from handshake more free lyrics |
19. _ I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto
[Chorus: I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X)] I was raised, the little young nigga doin bad shit Talk much shit cause I never had shit I could remember being whupped in class And if I didn't pass mama whupped my ass Was it my fault papa didn't plan it out Broke out left me to be the man of the house I couldn't take it, had to make a profit Down the block, got a glock, and I clock grip Makin G's was my mission Movin enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and why must I sock a fella, just to live large like Rockefeller First you didn't give a fuck, but you're learnin now If you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down God damn it's a motherfuckin riot Black people only hate police so don't try it If you're not from the town then don't pass through Cause some O.G. fools might blast you It ain't right but it's long overdue We can't have peace til the niggaz get a piece too I want G's so you label me a criminal And if I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto [Chorus] [Verse Two: 2Pac] Here on Earth, tell me what's a blick life worth A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts And even when you take the shit Move counties get a lawyer you can shake the shit Ask Rodney, LaTasha, and many more It's been goin on for years, there's plenty more When they ask me, when will the violence cease? When your troops stop shootin niggaz down in the street Niggaz had enough time to make a difference Bear witness, own our own business Word to God cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet First we couldn't afford shit now everything's free so we loot, please don't shoot when you see I'm takin from the, cause for years they would take it from me Now the tables have turned around You didn't listen, until the niggaz burned it down And now Bush can't stop the hit Predicted the shit, in 2Pacalypse And for once I was down with niggaz, felt good in the hood bein around the niggaz, yeah And for the first time everybody let go And the streets is death row, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2Pac] I see no changes, all I see is racist faces Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races We under I wonder what it take to make this one better place, let's erase the wait state Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right Cause both black and white are smokin crack tonight And only time we deal is when we kill each other It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And though it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black President, huh It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks I wake up in the morning and I ask myself Is life worth living should I blast myself I'm tired of being poor and even worse I'm black My stomach hurts so I'm lookin for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a ne-gro Pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero Mo' nigga mo' nigga mo' niggaz I'd rather be dead than a po' nigga Let the Lord judge the criminals If I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto [Chorus (to :27 from fade)] Just think, if niggaz decide to retaliate (Soldier in the house) I wonder if heaven got a ghetto [4X to fade] more free lyrics |
20. _ Do For Love
Turn it up loud Hahaha, ahahaha, hey man You a little sucker for love, right? Word up, hahahahaha I shoulda seen you was trouble right from the starrrrt, taught me so many lessons How not to mess with broken hearts, so many questions When this began we was the perfect match, perhaps we had some problems but we workin at it, and now the arguments are gettin loud, I wanna say But I can't help from walkin out just a little way Just take my hand and understand, if you could see I never planned to be a man it just wasn't me But now I'm searchin for commitment, in other arms I wanna shelter you from harm, don't be alarmed Your attitude was the cause, you got me stressin Soon as I open up the door with your jealous questions Like where can I be you're killin me with your jealousy Now my ambition's to be free I can't breathe, cause soon as I leave, it's like a trap I hear you callin me to come back, I'm a sucka for love that's right, sucka for love [Chorus: Eric Williams] What you won't do, do for love You tried everything, but you don't give up [repeat 2X] Just when I thought I broke away and I'm fellin happy You try to trap me say you pregnant and guess who the daddy Don't wanna fall for it, but in this case what could I do? So now I'm back to makin promises to you, tryin to keep it true What if I'm wrong, a trick to keep me on and on Tryin to be strong and in the process, keep you goin I'm bout to lose my composure, I'm gettin close To packin up and leavin notes, and gettin ghost Tell me who knows, a peaceful place where I can go To clear my head I'm feelin low, losin control My heart is sayin leave, oh what a tangle web we weave when we conspire to conceive, and now You gettin calls at the house, guess you cheatin That's all I need to hear cause I'm leavin, I'm out the do' Never no more will you see me, this is the end Cause now I know you've been cheatin, I'm a sucka for love damn, sucka for love... sucka for love sucka for love [Chorus] Now he left you with scars, tears on your pillow and you still stay As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away It wasn't always a hit and run relationship It use to be love, happieness and companionship Remember when I treated you good I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood Me and you a happy home, when it was on I had a love to call my own I shoulda seen you was trouble but I was lost, trapped in your eyes Preoccupied with gettin tossed, no need to lie You had a man and I knew it, you told me Don't worry bout it we can do it now I'm under pressure Make a decision cause I'm waitin, when I'm alone I'm on the phone havin secret conversations, huh I wanna take your misery, replace it with happiness but I need your faith in me, I'm a sucka for love sucka for love, know you ain't right G but yet I'ma sucka for love [Chorus] I'ma sucka for love, sucka for love Sucka for love [Chorus] [Chorus] more free lyrics |
21. _ When I Get Free
[Pac] Damn.. what I'ma do now? When I get free.. oh shit! [Jay] Get free.. yeah yeah [Chorus: repeat 2X] When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street There'll be trouble when they see me [2Pac] Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news You'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck These motherfuckers tryin to dirty up my name, but I'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them Fuck friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in Fuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick? And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch Main thang was to make a nigga meal ticket Only if you with the real, the nigga will kick it I'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail Rule one: fuck a busta he can burn in Hell Network with connects that I got in the pen In no time I'll be clockin again [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing] [2Pac] Still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past Tryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash Quick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side My cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died And my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe me and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze Cause she keep on callin me baby To a young motherfucker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy Now how long will it take, to get her hooked Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks I devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van Ain't no disguise I'ma die as a man If we make it then I'm takin it to Hell All them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell Locked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery The nigga you don't wanna see [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing] [2Pac] Stuck in my cell The pen ain't nuttin like the county jail When will they let me bail? Walkin through the yard, I play the God First nigga disrespect me first nigga gettin scarred I'm, back on the scene I'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed as we game on the drunk hoes Hit the skunk I reminisce just on the way we used to play, you punk hoes What I posess is to be rich, in currency Paranoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me Laid out, played out, the nigga barely breathin As for that bullshit punk, nigga n-now we even But I wait, until it's time and try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime This life of mine.. until I get free My prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony As soon as they popped my gate I knew these motherfuckers made a mistake [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing] [Chorus - 1/2] [2Pac] When I get free Hahaha.. yeah nigga, when I get motherfuckin free Pop the gate, I'm back baby! When I get free.. we up out this bitch more free lyrics |
22. _ Ready 4 Whatever
(Rule number one... niggaz die, daily, hahahaha) Hear me! Boo-yaow! (Ready for whatever, hell yeah What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga? Them Thug Life niggaz be the craziest -- run up nigga!) [2Pac] There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder Puffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep from goin under Gettin lost in the madness, blunted gettin tipsy Got my pistol out the window screamin, "Lord come and get me" Am I sick, or am I just another victim? Unloadin my clip, I'm watchin every bullet spit when I kick em Niggaz die from automatic gunfire Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die When they bury me, they bury me a G Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's caught Had a motherfuckin ward but he didn't go to court God damn, and one day we'll all be together Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon (Yeah, niggaz movin somethin in the nine-trey It's all about makin money, gettin yours And knockin coppers off the motherfuckin planet Word to the motherfuckin nine nigga We gonna make this motherfucker ours If they don't feel me, they gon kill me So Syke, get skanless nigga) [Big Syke] Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heav-en? (hell naw) After all this shit I did with my Mac-11 Did I sell my soul? Mama woulda saved me That's the way that daddy raised me Oh God, help me I'm losin it So fuck it! Take me I'm doin it! I need to change and look for a better way I got a hundred round clip to my AK Commitin sins I might die in vain So fuck it! We'll live off the street fame! God didn't send me in the right direction I'm gettin hit by a diesel in the intersection I know you're out there help a young brother (hear me) Til then I'ma smoke motherfuckers Things wouldn't be so bad if we got the things that we never had, I'm ready for whatever (Hahahahaha, that's my motherfuckin nigga there Big ballin-ass Syke Yeah nigga, you schooled them young bustas on how it is to be a real motherfuckin G In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin daily so you best be packin If you ain't, boo-yaow motherfucker!) [2Pac] Dear mama I know you worry cause I'm hardly at home Every other night in jail, got you patient by the phone Wanna shake it cause I can't take it got me livin in Hell Like I'm walkin with a secret that'll kill me if I tell I live the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the game So much caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eye When I die, bury me with my fo'-five And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga Goin to Hell with my finger on the trigger Now everybody's starin Got a nigga losin hair and they wonder if I'm all there Well don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers when niggaz gettin richer (mo' money) Now tell me if you wanna live forever Niggaz dyin so be ready for whatever (Yeah, ready for whatever Ready for whatever Thug Life niggaz and we be ready for whatever Let me go like this, ready for whatever Huh, Big Syke he be ready for whatever My nigga Kato, ready for whatever Pain, he's ready for whatever And my nigga Bam Bam, he ready for whatever My nigga Banks just be ready for whatever Modu, he's ready for whatever Big Serg, we ready for whatever Charlie Tango, ready for whatever My nigga Pac, be ready for whatever Yeah, ready for whatever Ready for whatever My big-ballin ass nigga Boom, ready for whatever fo' sho' Yeah, you know! This how the player's do it I know you standin there confused You wonderin -- what type of nigga is a Thug Life nigga? Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga About gettin riches, bitches, and plenty loc Ya hear me?) Ready for whatever more free lyrics |
23. _ Nothin But Love
Straight outta Oakland, California where we spark it on ya Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners I remember drinkin Hennesey, smokin weed Fantasize about the things we'd grow to be Had a partner named Snoop, loved to clown a stank Smoke a pound a day, commenced to down a drank Shooting craps in the alley til they chased us off Pour a little for my homies but don't waste it all Oooohweee, who popped that coochie best? On my tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest Having house parties in a crowded spot And you can tell it's hot, they talk loud a lot Everybody wanna dance when the slow jam come Lookin dumb, cause you waitin for your chance to hump Straight grindin, everybody havin fun And it's cool til a fool pull a loaded gun Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over He had to act a fool now the party's over Gun shots rang like it's thunder And everybody bum rushing and I'm rushing to get a number Says she got a man but she's lying Why? I seen her talking to this other guy and.. he's a dealer so you know she gonna sweat him I ain't trippin I just hope he get em, I got nuttin but love [chorus] [singers] Ain't got nuttin but love for ya [2Pac] I'm down for yours, nuttin but love [repeat 4X] I love to go back, to the block I got my game from Cause uh, old man still drinkin, his breath still stinkin He'd love to tell ya what he's thinkin But I can't diss him he's my elder He been livin here longer what that tell ya? And little girls playin double dutch Still blush, cause she don't get in trouble much It's uhh, ponytails and barrettes I gotta make it back home, before the sun decides to set And little boys playin stick ball, quick y'all Get out the street before they hit y'all And as I reminisce, I think about my ghetto bliss And wonder how we came to this I help an old lady across the street, the cost is free I can't take what she offers me And this is how the world could be This is how the world should be Feels good to be back on the streets Cause I know they got love for me, nuttin but love [chorus] When I was young I used to want to be a dealer see Cause the gold and cars they appealed to me I saw our brothers getting rich slangin crack to folks And the square's getting big for these sack of dope Started thinking bout a plan to get paid myself So I made myself, raised myself Til the dealer on the block told me, "That ain't cool You ain't meant to slang crack, you a rapper fool" I got my game about women from a prostitute And way back used to rap on the block for loot I tryed to make my way legit, haha But it was hard, cause rhymes don't pay the rent And uhh, it was funny how I copped out I couldn't make it in school, so finally I dropped out My family on welfare I'm steady thinking, since don't nobody else care I'm out here on my own At least in jail I have a meal and I wouldn't be alone I'm feelin like a waste, tears rollin down my face Cause my life is filled with hate Until I looked around me I saw nothing but family, straight up down for me Panthers, Pimps, Pushers and Thugs Hey yo, that's my family tree, I got nuttin but love [chorus repeats for a while w/o 2Pac] Oaktown -- [singers] ain't got nuttin but love for ya ain't got nuttin but love for ya [repeats to fade] more free lyrics |
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