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1. _ California Love
California love! 1-California...knows how to party California...knows how to party In the citaaay of L.A. In the citaaay of good ol' Watts In the citaaay, the city of Compton We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin! Verse One: Dr. Dre Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat the state where ya never find a dance floor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes ever since honeys was wearin sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way Dre puttin it down for Californ-i-a (repeat 1) 2-Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it mama Shake it Cali Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it shake it shake it... Verse Two: 2Pac Out on bail fresh out of jail, California dreamin Soon as I step on the scene, I'm hearin hoochies screamin Fiendin for money and alcohol, the life of a Westside player where cowards die, and the strong ball Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (yeah, that's right) Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews Famous because we throw grands Worldwide let 'em recognize from Long Beach to Rosecranz Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's Westside so you know the Row won't bow down to no man Say what you say, but give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of L.A. From Oakland to Sac-town, the Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down, give me love! (rpt 1) (dre) now make it shake... (rpt 2) Outro: Dre, 2Pac uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha Frisko, Frisko (Tupac) hey, you know LA is up in this Pasadina, where you at yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good (Tupac) even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side Cause you and I know it's tha best side yeah, That's riight west coast, west coast uh, California Love California Love more free lyrics |
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2. _ Heartz of Men
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3. _ No More Pain
Intro: 2Pac Hey DeVante Nigga, don'tcha know we're gonna sow up every bitch in the country Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin room On the same level This shit here, hahahaha Please, no more pain That's right nigga Hey drop that shit boy Verse One: 2Pac My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes My lyrics explode on contact, gamin you hoes Who else but Mama's only son, fuck the phony niggaz I'm the one Say my name, watch bitches come, now fire when ready, stay watchin now figure, increase speed Make you motherfuckers bleed from your mouth quicker Plus all these niggaz that you run with, be on some dumb shit Trick on the hoes, I ain't the one bitch Holla my name and witness game official, it's so sick Have every single bitch that came witchu, on my dick Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased I'm movin you stupid bitches, vicious telekenesis Am I reachin your brain? Nigga how can I explain? How vicious this Thug motherfucker came When I die, I wanna be a livin legend, say my name Affiliated with this motherfuckin game, with no more pain Chorus: (interpretation of Method Man's "Bring the Pain") I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain *variations*) (repeat 4X) Verse Two: 2Pac Line up my adversaries, blast on sight, and fuck your boyfriend Bitch, I want some ass tonight, you know my steelo Alize and Cristal, weed sure you heard of all the sure you've heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast I dare you niggaz to open fire, I'll murder that ass And disappear before the cops come runnin, my glock's spittin rounds niggaz fallin down clutchin they stomach It's Westside, Death Row, Thug niggaz on the rise Busters shot me five times, real niggaz don't die Can ya hear me? Laced with this game, I know you fear me Spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me My only fear of death is reincarnation Heart of a solider with a brain to teach your whole nation And feelin no more pain Chorus 4X Verse Three: 2Pac Bury me that's what they all say, it's time to make a killin Sure to make a million with DeVante Bitch I know you want me, what your mouth say? Now, watch your eyes You don't wanna get with me, that's a lie I got my hands on your hips, no time to bullshit Freaky bitch, come give me kiss Tell them niggaz from other areas, brothers from here So obsessed with this money makin it ain't nothin we fear Now they label me a troublemaker, cause I'm a ridah Death to you playa haters, don't let me find ya Mama made me rugged, baptised the public Now you hard thugs, nigga don't you love it It's similar to multiple gunshots, retaliation is a must Wasn't too sure what you facin so watch the guns bust You niggaz'll bleed, fuckin with me you'll be deceased Never restin in peace nigga, with no more pain Chorus 8X [Tupac talking over the chorus] Hahahahaha, yeah nigga, yeah! Hahahaha No more pain It's just like that nigga, like that yeah No more pain Motherfuckers can't handle that shit Much too much for these bitches No more pain Feel me nigga? Feel me? How you figure you can fuck with me? Fully automatic type shit No more pain Coward ass niggaz, cowards Come put your mouth on this pistol nigga Come put your mouth on the pistol, no more pain Close your eyes nigga, do it Die in the dark, no more pain Death Row, so what you motherfuckers do? Hey that's DeVante droppin that beat like that BEYATCH In case you wonderin And jealous niggaz, hahaha, see y'all niggaz Motherfuckin niggaz are shit Hey (chorus being whispered in the background) Westsiiiiiide! Death to everybody that ain't down with me That's on, feel me? Hahaha Oh yeah, to the cowards, you know what I mean Just feel that, Thug Life, shit don't stop Motherfuckers got Downs Syndrome, motherfuckers Weak ass niggaz, skanless cunts, fuckin C.E..O.'s Put your mouth on this pistol nigga Put your mouth on the pistol! Hahahaha, yeah nigga no more pain Prison ain't changed me nigga, it made me worse Feel me nigga, haha No more pain Hey DeVante I'm givin these motherfuckers choices Niggaz can roll with us, or they can be rolled under us That's on you nigga, what you wanna do? Last year we was lettin these niggaz kick up dust This year you motherfuckers gonna be dust Thug Life nigga Westsiiiiide! more free lyrics |
4. _ How Do You Want It
Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo How do you want it? How does it feel? Comin up as a nigga in the cash game livin in the fast lane; I'm for real How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin up as a nigga in the cash game livin in the fast lane; I'm for real Verse One: 2Pac Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out Got a nigga wantin it so bad I'm bout to pass out Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it Catch you at a club, oh shit you got me fiendin Body talkin shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance Doin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can Forgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man All I want is money, fuck the fame I'm a simple man Mr. International, playa with the passport Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for It's either him or me -- champagne, Hennessey A favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need Approachin hoochies with a passion, been a long day But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way Your body is bangin baby I love it when you flaunt it Time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah) Chorus Verse Two: 2Pac Tell me is it cool to fuck? Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what? Positions on the floor it's like erotic, ironic cause I'm somewhat psychotic I'm hittin switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics Up and down like a roller coaster, I'm up inside ya I ain't quittin til the show is over, cause I'ma rider In and out just like a robbery, I'll probably be a freak and let you get on top of me, get her rockin these Nights full of Alize, a livin legend You ain't heard about these niggaz play these Cali days Delores Tucker, youse a motherfucker Instead of tryin to help a nigga you destroy a brother Worse than the others -- Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole You're too old to understand the way the game is told You're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts Want some on lease? I'm makin millions, niggaz top that They wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a cell livin in hell -- only a few of us'll live to tell Now everybody talkin bout us I could give a fuck I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss Nigga tell me how you want it Chorus Verse Three: 2Pac Raised as a youth, tell the truth I got the scoop on how to get a bulletproof, because I jumped from the roof before I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager Game rules, I'm livin major -- my adversaries is lookin worried, they paranoid of gettin buried One of us gon' see the cemetary My only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive Gettin high, see the demons in my eyes, before I die I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million And then I'm chillin fade em all, these taxes got me crossed up and people tryin to sue me Media is in my business and they actin like they know me Hahaha, but I'ma mash out, peel out I'm with it quick I'se quick to whip that fuckin steel out Yeah nigga it's some new shit so better get up on it When ya see me tell a nigga how ya want it How do you want it? Chorus 2X [2Pac] How you want it? Yeah my nigga Johnny J Yeah, we out Chorus [2Pac] Tell me Chorus [2Pac] Cash game, livin in the fast lane, I'm for real more free lyrics |
5. _ Skandalouz
[2Pac] Hey Nate you know you got to focus on this motherfucker We's gonna talk about these scandalous hoes [Nate] I can talk about scandalous bitches [2Pac] Oh I know you can! I know you that's why we gonna do it Daz on the beat Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin around with the piano nigga Just drop that shit like uhh, this here [2Pac] I met you through my homie now you act like you don't know me So disappointed cause baby that shit was so phony It's not for me, you see no lovin from my closest homies Woulda paid you no mind, but baby you was all up on me While you proceed with precision, you had the table hosed No, I ain't mad at you baby, go 'head and play them fools They chose not to listen, so now he stuck inside his house and can't leave without his bitch permission The mission's to be a playa, my alias is Boss Drop a top on these jealous niggaz, playa let me floss Y'all don't wanna see me in pain I'll leave that ass like Toni Braxton, "Never breathing again" It's scandalous, I never liked your back stabbin ass, triiick Used to watch you money grabbin, who you baggin beeyitch? Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust But bitches lookin scandalous Chorus: Nate Dogg Scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous She's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous Scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous She's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous [2Pac] How's it hangin? Cause baby from the back the shit is bangin I've been stressin in this ghetto game, tryin to do my thang Won't be no bullshit, no ass-kissin This bitch'll have ya wakin up with all your cash missin I'm askin, as if I'm qualified to analyze You're lookin at a bitch who specialize in tellin lies She got a body make a motherfucker fantasize Her face ain't never shed a tear through them scandalous eyes My sister precious in poverty Plus I knew she was a freak bitch so why should it bother me? I'd probably be sprung, addicted to the heat of her tongue and though I don't where we're goin, she's makin me come I've been trained as a boss playa, so what you sayin? Let me show you, got some hookers we can toss later Before I let her get me off guard Went in the purse took a hundred dollars Nigga I'm so scandalous Chorus [2Pac] Dangerous and ambitious, while schemin on gettin riches I'm spittin at tricks cause I'm addicted to pretty bitches Currency motivated, not easily terminated Now that we made it, my niggaz can never be faded This is my prophecy -- I gotta be paid All you cowards that try to stop me is beggin for early graves I thought we was cool, I was a fool, thinkin you could be true when I don't fuck with your punk crew These are the tales for my niggaz doin time in the cell I went from hell, to livin well Bustin at niggaz who said my name in vain I got no time for them tricks, I'm heavy in the game I wanna be a baller, please But the bitches and the liquor keep on callin me I'm floatin free on the highway, formulatin plans Can't wait til I see L.A., cause it's so scandalous Chorus Chorus *repeat to end* (2Pac speaks over it) [2Pac] Aiyyo.. how the prettiest bitch be the more scandalous the hoe be You ever peep that shit? (Nah) A bitch can be like fifteen, fuckin with a nigga 35 Gettin him for ends Hoes these days is way too motherfuckin intelligent When these niggaz get to trickin, hahaha, it's over then That's aight though Keep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long Watch them hoes All you niggaz out there Beware these lyin ass scandalous bitches more free lyrics |
6. _ I Ain't Mad at Cha
Change, shit I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean? Cause I ain't mad at cha Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust [Danny Boy] I ain't... Givin a motherfucker, heheheheheh Yeah, niggaz [Danny Boy] ...mad at cha Cause I ain't mad at cha Verse One: 2Pac Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You was just a little smaller but you still roller Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game Heard you might be comin home, just got bail Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan When I talk about money all you see is the struggle When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha You tryin hard to maintain, then go head cause I ain't mad at cha (Hmm, I ain't mad at cha) Chorus: Danny Boy I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha Verse Two: 2Pac We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind In time we learned to live a life of crime Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived Don't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs in my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back" As soon as I touch down I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at cha Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha Chorus: Danny Boy I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha) Verse Three: 2Pac Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin now Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days So full of pain while the weapons blaze Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days So many changed on me, so many tried to plot That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop? Til God return me to my essence Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now? They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha Chorus: Danny Boy I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha) Iiiiiiiii ain't mad (2Pac: hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha I ain't, mad at mha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at cha, noooo I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh more free lyrics |
7. _ 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted
(Snoop) Up out of there (Tupac) *chuckles* Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party (Snoop) Pump that up G (Tupac) Ahh shit, you done fucked up now -- Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party You done put two of America's most wanted in the same motherfuckin place at the same Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party motherfuckin time, hahahahah Y'all niggaz about to feel this Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin condoms Have one on us aight?? Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Verse One: 2Pac, Snoop Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome Free Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit So now they got us laced Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin cases (mmm) Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown I'm "Losin My Religion", I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamer but my dream is to own a fly casino like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherfucker Now follow as we riiiiide Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the West side And I can make you famous Niggaz been dyin for years, so how could they blame us I live in fear of a felony I never stop bailin these, motherfuckin G's If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted Chorus: Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party (Tupac) Nuthin but a gangsta party... Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Nuthin but a gangsta party it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Nuthin but a gangsta party it ain't nuthin but a motherfuckin gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Verse Two: 2Pac, Snoop Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief Better be prepared when you cowards fuck wit me I bust and flea, these niggaz must be crazy what?? There ain't no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the Thugs (hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear Bow down in the presence of a boss player It's like cuz, blood, gangbangin Everybody in the party doin dope slangin You got to have papers in this world You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl Ya doing ya job, every day And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids They tell me not to roll with my glock So now I gotta throw away Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day They wonder how I live, with five shots Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block Schemes for currency and doe related Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it No answers to questions, I'm tryin to get up on it My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted Chorus (w/ variations to end) more free lyrics |
8. _ All Bout U
[2Pac] Ahh yeah [Down] Yeauhh! [2Pac] It's all about you, one time! [Down] I'ma say it's all about you baby, yeah [2Pac] Haha, for the bitches that think it's all about you It's all about you [Down] This Dru Down in the house, with my boy 'Pizznac YouknowhatI'msayin? [2Pac] It's all about you [Down] Yeah I'm gon' say it's all about you but you know I'm lyin though, hah! Yeauhh [2Pac] You probably crooked as the last trick; want it light but how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch Thinkin I had her but she had me in the long run It's just my luck I'm stuck with fuckin with the wrong one, uh! Wise decisions, based on lies we livin Scandalous times, this game's like my religion You could be rollin with a thug Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin for some love In every club, I see you starin like you want it Well baby if you got it better flaunt it Let the liquor help you get up on it I'm still tipsy from last night Bumpin these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life I try to holla but you tell me you taken Sayin you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makin Guess it's true what they tellin me Fresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit Fantansies of us sweatin, can I hit it? (Hahaha) Addicted to the things you do, but still true What I'm sayin Boo, is this is all about you [Nate Dogg] Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It's all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe (Yeah nigga, ha ha ha ha!) Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It's all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe [2Pac] I make a promise if you go with me, just let me know I'll have you hollerin my name out before I leave Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga; I only hung out with the criminals and the drug dealers, I love niggaz cause we comin from the same place Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takes How can I tell her I'm a playa, and I don't even care Creep though, weed smoke's into the air Everywhere I go, it's all about the groupie hoes waitin for niggaz at the end, of every show I just seen you in my friend's, video Could never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin through.. It's all about you.. hahaha, yeah nigga! It's all about you! [Nate Dogg] Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It's all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It's all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe [Outlawz] Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu? It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew Every other city we go and every video Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe You think it's all about you? Well Boo I gets Down like Dru and my nasty new niggaz, too You couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter track A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff When I started to snaps all your rode 'em swoll Straight in control, flows'll fold, while hoes cold stroll Hold the set, I told Dramacy' go in next Golddiggin, cold diggin a gold Rolex I slide in easily, try a grizzly Sluts know the cuts, I came to fuck, try skeezin me Runnin up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya At the most, I fucked a bitch from the West Coast to West Virginia [Nate Dogg] Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It's all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It's all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It's all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o No matter where I go, I see the same hoe [Snoop Doggy Dogg *speaking over last two lines*] I'm tellin ya, it's the same ol' shit I mean.. god damn, youknowhatI'msayin? I'm sittin back, watchin Montell Jordan video I see the same bitch, who was in, my homeboy Nate Dogg video Then I flip the channel I'm checkin out my homeboy Tupac video I see the same bitch that was in my video, yaknahmsayin? And then yaknahmsayin what make that even mo' fucked up I'm watchin a Million Man March And I see the same bitch, on the Million Man March that was in, the homeboy Warren G video! I mean, damn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go I see the same hoe Don't get mad, I'm only bein real Yeah more free lyrics |
9. _ Life Goes On
Chorus: repeat 2X How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death my niggas, we tha last ones left but life goes on..... Verse One: As I bail through tha empty halls breath stinkin' in my draws ring, ring, ring quiet y'all incoming call plus this my homie from high school he's getting bye It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry life as a baller alchol and booty calls we usta do them as adolecents do you recall? raised as G's loc'ed out and blazed the weed get on tha roof let's get smoked out and blaze with me 2 in tha morning and we still high assed out screamin' 'thug till I die' before I passed out but now that your gone i'm in tha zone thinkin' 'I don't wanna die all alone' but now ya gone and all I got left are stinkin' memories I love them niggas to death i'm drinkin' Hennessy while tryin' ta make it last I drank a 5th for that ass when you passed.... cause life goes on Chorus Verse Two: Yeah nigga I got tha word as hell ya blew trial and tha judge gave you 25 with an L time to prepare to do fed time won't see parole imagine life as a convict that's getten' old plus with tha drama we're lookin out for your babies mama taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her... life in tha hood... is all good for nobody remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties Me and you No true a two while scheming on hits and gettin tricks that maybe we can slide into but now you burried rest nigga cause I ain't worried eyes bluried sayin' goodbye at the cemetary tho' memories fade I got your name tated on my arm so we both ball till' my dying days before I say goodbye Kato and Mental rest in peace Thug till I die Chorus Verse Three: Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket have a party at my funeral let every rapper rock it let tha hoes that I usta know from way before kiss me from my head to my toe give me a paper and a pen so I can write about my life of sin a couple bottles of Gin incase I don't get in tell all my people i'm a Ridah nobody cries when we die we outlaws let me ride until I get free I live my life in tha fast lane got police chasen me to my niggas from old blocks from old crews niggas that guided me through back in tha old school pour out some liquor have a toast for tha homies see we both gotta die but ya chose to go before me and brothas miss ya while your gone you left your nigga on his own how long we mourn life goes on... Chorus *repeats to end* (sung overtop repeating chorus) Life goes on homie gone on, cause they passed away Niggas doin' life Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit I feel ya nigga, trust me I feel ya You know what I mean last year we poured out liquor for ya this year nigga, life goes on we're gonna clock now get money evade bitches evade tricks give players plenty space and basicaly just represent for you baby next time you see your niggas your gonna be on top nigga their gonna be like, 'Goddamn, them niggas came up' that's right baby life goes on.... and we up out this bitch hey Kato, Mental y'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up there don't front. more free lyrics |
10. _ What'z Ya # Number
What'z ya phone number Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes. It's instrumental. Waitin for the nimphoes. That's the intro. Shoot when ya rush me. Walked up and touched me. Why? Do you want to fuck me? Just cuz I'm paid in the worst way? True. Lookin kind a good in your birthday suit. I wonder if your wild and ya act shy. Do you like to be on top or the back side? Watch me while you lick your lips, shake your hips. Goddamn, I love that shit. Yo, let's stop fakin and be real now. I got a room and a hard on. Still down? Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes. Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes. When we head for my hideout, act right. Boss playa when I ride out, that's right. What'z ya phone number? If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready. Baby, let me give you a call. How long will it take to break you off? (Repeat once more) Oh shit, baby is a dime piece. Wanted this fine seat. ?????????????? If I see ya right. Now she can get me. Hor didn't wanna talk to me till she see my car. Never had sez with a rich rap star Till I got her in the back of my homeboy's car. Tell me, why do we live this way? Money over bitches. Let me here you say: What'z your phone number? Are you alone? Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone. Time for your girlfriend to take you home. I had fun, But baby, gotta leave me alone. Picture in my rhyme. Take time to rewind these ? words I say. If you open your mind, Bet in a minute you'll find it's time. Let the Outlaws play. What'z ya phone number. Chorus repeats 2X (Girl and Tupac converse) G:Hello? 2:Hello? who is this? G:Is this Tupac? 2:This is who? G:Is this Tupac? 2:Yeah, it's Tupac. Who dis? G:Hi baby. How are you? 2:I'm aiight. What' up baby? G:You don't recognize the voice? 2:You recognize my voice, huh? G:Do you recognize MY voice? 2:Nah, I know you? G:Yeah, you know me. I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talkin. 2:Where I know you from? Where I know you from? G:You just know me, baby. 2:Where? Talk up I can't barely hear you. G:You know me from when we were, you know, intimate. 2:Oh, we fucked? G:Oh baby, did we ever. 2:Oh, tell me about it baby. G:I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and stroked it up and down. 2:OOOOH! G:Then I put it in my mouth. I fucked it. 2:Ooh, you did. G:Ooh, I did. 2:Shit! G:Fucked it and fucked it. Put me in. You came. 2:Did I come? G:Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. You don't remember me yet? 2:I'm starting to get a picture. Why don't you help me out. What did I do to the pussy? What a nigga do to the pussy? G:You rocked it. 2:Did I? G:Yeah, you did. 2:Did I do some of that Thug Passion? G:Mmmmmm 2:Heh, heh. Eh, so what cha doin right now, though? G:Me and my finger are gettin aquainted. 2:How many you got? G:I got ten. But only one is workin. 2:Oh, well can I come over there? G:If you want to. 2:Do I want to? Do a bear shit in the woods and wipe his ass with a rabbit. G:Mmm. You gon rock it baby? 2:Hell yeah, I'm gon rock it baby. G:Like you did before? 2:No dizoubt. You gon feel that Thug Passion for real. G:Mmmm, baby. 2:I'm on my way though. I'm about to fly over there in a 500. It ain't gon take but a minute. Eh, light the candles. Get the baby oil out. Turn all the lights out. Drink a little bit of that shit. I'm on my way babe. I'm gon knock that pussy to the next week. G:Knock it out, baby, knock it out. 2:I'm gon knock the taste out yo mouth, girl. I'm gon put your legs on your head. I'm a tie you up, blindfold you. And we gon play which hole feel the best. G:You know which hole feel the best. 2:We fin to see tonight, though. G:I'm gon make you remember me. 2:Oh, yeah. G:Yeah. 2:Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can't find the steering shift you got me so fucked up. I'm playin with myself and shit. G:Can I shift your gear? more free lyrics |
11. _ Only God Can Judge Me
Intro: 2Pac Only God can judge me, is that right? [synth voice] Only God can judge me now Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else All you other motherfuckers get out my business Verse One: 2Pac Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see And in my mind I'ma blind man doin time Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine? Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed And fantasies of my family, in a hearse And they say it's the white man I should fear But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side Jealousy inside, make em wish I died Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix Cause the media is full of dirty tricks Only God can judge me Chorus: 2Pac [synth voice] Only God can judge me That's right baby, yeah baby [synth voice] Only God Hahahahahahahaha [synth + Pac] Only God can judge me, only God can judge [synth cont.] me, only God Only God can judge me [synth + Pac] Only God can judge me And only God can [synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me [synth + Pac] Only God can judge me Only God can judge me [synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me [synth voice] Only God can judge me now *heart monitor: long beep* Flatline! Verse Two: 2Pac I hear the doctor standing over me *heart monitor: beeping slowly* screamin I can make it Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me *beeping sound stops* I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care? Try to remember, but it hurts I'm walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state And our fate, is a lifetime of hate Dear Mama, can you save me? And fuck peace Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it's a million motherfuckers stressin just like me Only God can judge me Chorus w/ variations Interlude: 2Pac That which does not kill me can only make me stronger (That's for real) and I don't see why everybody feel as though that they gotta tell me how to live my life (You know?) Let me live baby, let me live Verse Three: Rappin 4-Tay, Tupac Pac I feel ya, keep servin it on the reala For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement? He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin a cross, that's real Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him Sold a half a million tapes now everybody want him After talkin behind my back like a bitch would Tellin them niggaz, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place to get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch My new shit is so fetti already sold a key of ounce Bitch, remember Tupac and 4-Tay Them same two brothers dodgin bullets representin the Bay Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin sellin lies Don't think I don't see you haters, I know you all in disguise Guess you figure you know me cause I'm a Thug That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz Been livin lavish like a player all day Now I'm bout to floss em off, player shit with 4-Tay Only God can judge me Chorus w/ variations [4Tay] Only God main [2Pac] That right? [4Tay] That's real [2Pac] Hahahahahaha [4Tay] Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin? [2Pac] Man, look here man My only fear of death is comin back to this bitch reincarnated That's for the homey mental We up out Chorus w/out 2Pac continues to fade more free lyrics |
12. _ Tradin War Stories
[2Pac] A military mind nigga A military mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X) We tradin war stories, we Outlawz on the rise Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes [2Pac] Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin hard liquor This ghetto life has got me catchin up to God quicker Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger semi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggaz Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday and fear of man - grow on trees Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes So niggaz whisper when they mention Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure Moms sent me to go play with the drug dealers Hits fall, we thug niggaz and we came in packs. Every one of niggaz strapped sippin on 'nac (Cognac) In the back, my AR-15 Thuggin till I die, these streets got me cravin thorazine My lyrics are blueprints to money makin Fat as that ass that honey shakin Chorus (w/ Outlawz) [Fatal (?)] I bust a trey-trey, buggin an' shit They call it overthuggin and shit But I was just a younger nigga; gettin older and lovin this shit But what was I doin in this place? To the fakes without a pistol in the first, facin termination in the worst But I figured to play the wall; to watch all these playa hatin niggaz position for I could see 'em all Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin to tell you. [Dramacydal (?)] Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out smokin greenery Considered a B.G., but I'm off in this game somethin D-P My eyes only see deez, that's why I'm young and burnt out Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out And why I do it - the ridin and smokin Collidin with foes - in the worst place; y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us ,in the first place Y'all real O.G.'s, droppin game to the youngsters Y'all don't want no funk cause y'all be the next in the long line of war stories Chorus [C-Bo] I breaks 'em off with this gangsta war story tale Stackin loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12 Slap my clip in the chamber; fool, your life's in danger No one will remain when I come through dumpin insane Call me Bo-wl of Major Pain, gun-slang and movin 'caine I be the nigga that's pullin the trigga and dumpin the hollow points in your brain Mo' bigger balls that RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball We bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall) (???) Never been no (??) men How we bucks 'em down on the way to the ground ain't nuttin but the hog in me Bust off his dildo, killin (??) and keep mobbin G It ain't no problem (??) funk off (???) blow down punks with my sawed off Bust they dirty-ass drawers off and had them bitch niggaz hauled off Chorus [Outlawz (?)] My whole family been raised, on shit that ain't okay Ain't nuttin on this earth will make a nigga like me stay I'm reminiscin, and catchin flashbacks when niggas ran up in my house and I was too young, to try to blast back What happend then? No one would tell me since I was three Heard they got to my peoples, now they livin somewhere free But fuck that, you got what's mines and I want that Never drop my guard, been on the squad, since ways back And now I'm sittin, holdin in anger because my parents missin Thuggin I'mmortal, got some war stories for ya [Storm] Now look at me - straight Outlaw I'mmortal Never gave a fuck cause I was nobody's daughter Outlawin from my tits to my clits, don't try to figure cause the murderous tendencies of my mind can't be controlled, nigga So who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer? Would ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla When I got cha on kay-nine-fourths Prayin to God as your life goes back and forth We tradin war stories Chorus (repeats through to end, getting softer) ['Pac talking] War stories nigga; hahaha, what players do Thug Life, Outlaw I'mmortalz Motherfuckin Tupac a.k.a. Makaveli Can you feel me? Just so you know, it's on Death Row My niggaz love that shit Dramacydal in this motherfucker, heheheh Yea nigga! Shout out to my niggaz Fatal and Felony C-Bo, the bald head nut, what? You know what time it is more free lyrics |
13. _ Ambitionz Az a Ridah
1 - [2Pac *singing in background* 2X] I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle!!) 1 - [2Pac *speaking over background*] Now you know how we do it like a G What really go on in the mind of a nigga that get down for theirs Constantly, money over bitches 2 - [2Pac *singing in background starts to overlap/repeat*] I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah Police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah / Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah.. 2 - [2Pac *speaking over background*] Not bitches over money Stay on your grind nigga My ambitions as a ridah! My ambitions as a ridah! [2Pac] So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars This life as a rap star is nothin without heart Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public My attitude was, "Fuck it," cause motherfuckers love it To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her while she hot, and horny, go up inside her Then I spit some game in her ear, "Go to the tele hoe" You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke I'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual From hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishin Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!) I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted Now it's on and it's on because I said so Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah) Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night Got problems then handle it, motherfuckers see me These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya Hopin you listen I catch you payin attention to my amibitions as a ridah Chorus: 2Pac [singing] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me [singing] My ambitions as a ridah [singing] Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G [Tupac] (I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah) Peep it.. it was my only wish to rise above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life (yeah nigga!) That's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill So open fire, I see you kill me (that's all you niggaz got?) witness my steel Spittin at adversaries envious and after me I'd rather die before they catchin me, watch me bleed Mama come rescue me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts I'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught (Shoot!) Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah Chorus [Tupac] My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleeds niggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed Blast me but they didn't finish, (buck buck buck buck buck) didn't diminish my powers so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards That's why they tried to set me up Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary For money, I'll have these motherfuckers buried (I been) gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it Knowin when I get out, they gon' feel it Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside the cry from all your people when they find her Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it Revenge on them niggaz that played me, and all the cowards that was down widdit Now it's yo' nigga right beside ya Hopin you listenin, catch you payin attention to my ambitions as a ridah Chorus 2.5X more free lyrics |
14. _ Got My Mind Made Up
Verse One: Daz You find an MC like me who's strong Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain I'magine and keep on wishin upon a star Finally realizing who the fuck we are When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded would it be the greatest MC of all time When I created rhyme for the simple fact When I attack I crush your pride My intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride breakin in gas with the six-eight all day In and out with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies... Verse Two: Tupac So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin We must be based on nothin better than communication Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations Sorry I left that ass waitin No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt You swear the bitch was planted My lyrics motivate the planet It's similar to Rhythm Nation but thugged out, forgive me Janet Who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls You know, the way the games get controlled Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote Takin off my coat, clearing my throat Chorus: Method Man I got my mind made up, come on... [come on] get in get in too [get on it] let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha night I got my mind made up, come on... get in get in too let it ride... tonight's tha night Verse Three: Kurupt Well I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophalaks for protection So my fuckin sac won't collapse Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's shows my heart's as cold as the tundra Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes My verbal snipe, your vocab on site I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator I rock from here to there, to Philly and back To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat Verse Four: Method Man Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers like Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers] The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!! Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen Half of my Clan's three deep felons Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel Man I stay on point like icicles Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical All up in your motherfuckin mouth Head banger boogie Catch me on tour with Al Doogie Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me Better take one and pass or that's that ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast Verse Five: Redman Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards Let's face it, there's no replacement Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted I got connects like Federal Express to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch Got the clear spot from tha rear block to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot With, this underground cannabis I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst Then proceeds like keys My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake So I erase the whole front row at the wake I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place Confidence for you shaky ass folks Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked choke, off this anecdote got you ope Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly And I'm out for nine nickel [INS tha rebels] [West, list this, this, this...] more free lyrics |
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