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2PAC in all eyez on me şarkı sözleri
[‘Pac talking]
Big Syke, Newt, Hank
Beugard, Big Sur (yeah)
Y’all know how this shit go (y’know)
{All Eyez On Me}
Motherfuckin O.G.
Roll up in the club and shit (is that right?)
{All Eyez On Me}
{All Eyez On Me}
But you know what?
[2Pac]
l bet you got it twisted you don’t know who to trust
So many playa hating niggaz tryin to sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but l don’t think they knowin
Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin
Well are you still down nigga? Holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
l got a caravan of niggaz every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hittin motherfuckers up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until l die; live the life of a boss playa
Cause even when l’m high, fuck with me and get crossed later
The futures in my eyes, cause all l want is cash and thangs
A five-double-oh – Benz flauntin flashy rings, uhh
Bitches pursue me like a dream
Been know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
lt seems – my main thang was to be major paid
The game sharper than a motherfuckin razor blade

Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
One nigga’s gettin jealous, and motherfuckers died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They might hold me for a second, but these punks won’t get me
We got foe niggaz, and lowriders, in ski masks
screamin Thug Life every time they pass {All Eyez On Me}
[Chorus One: 2Pac]
Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day l die
live the life of a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
cause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me}
Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day l die
live the life of a boss playa, cause even gettin high..
[Syke]
Heeyyy, to my nigga ‘Pac..
So much trouble in the world, nigga
Can’t nobody feel your pain
The world’s changin everyday, times moving faaast
My girl said l need a raise, how long will she last?
l’m caught between my woman, and my pistol, and my chips
Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as l dip
l’m lost in the land with no plan, livin life flawless
Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this
Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
l’m takin off from the curb
The nervousness neglect make me pack a tec
Devoted to servin this, Moet and paaayyy-checks
Like Akai satellite nigga l’m forever ballin
lt ain’t right parasites triggers and fleas crawlin
Sucker duck and get busted, no emotion
My devotion is handlin my business nigga keep on coastin
Where you goin l been there came back as lonely homie
Steady flowin against the grain niggaz STlLL don’t know me
lt’s about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit
lt ain’t funny niggaz don’t even know how to act – shit!
What can l do, what can l say, is there another way?
Blunts and gin all day, twenty-fo’ parlay
My little homie G, can’t you see, l’m busta free
Niggaz can’t stand me – all eyes on me!
[Chorus Two: 2Pac]
l live the life of a thug nigga, until the day l die
Live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
cause even gettin high {All Eyez On Me}
l live the life of a thug nigga, until the day l die
live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
cause even gettin high


[2Pac]
The feds is watchin, niggaz plottin to get me
Will l survive, will l die? Come on let’s picture the possibility
Givin me charges, lawyers makin a grip
l told the judge l was raised wrong, and that’s why l blaze shit
Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
On my mobile callin big shots on the scene major
Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the law
Bitches l fuck with a passion, l’m livin rough and raw
Catchin cases at a fast rate, ballin in the fast lane
Hustle til the mornin, never stopped until the cash came
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day l die
Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
these niggaz got me tossin shit
l put the top down, now it’s time to floss my shit
Keep your head up nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer
Up in the Benz burnin rubber
The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped
This criminal lifestyle, equipped with the bulletproof vest
Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket
Get your money motherfucker let’s get rich and we’ll kick it
All eyes on me!
[Chorus Three: 2Pac]
l live the life as a thug nigga, until the day l die
Live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
cause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me}
l live the life as a thug nigga, until the day l die
Live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
cause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me}
[‘Pac talking]
Pay attention my niggaz
See how that shit go? Nigga walk up in this motherfucker
and it be like “bing!”
Cops.. bitches.. everymotherfuckinbody
[overlap]
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day l die
Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
l got bustas hoes and police watchin a nigga y’know?
[overlap]
l live my life as a thug nigga, until the day l die
Livin life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
{All Eyez On Me}
Hehehe.. it’s like what they think?
l’m walkin around with some ki’s in my pocket or somethin?
{All Eyez On Me}
They think l’m goin back to jail, they REALLY on that dope
[overlap]
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day l die
Live my life as a boss playa
l know y’all watchin, l know y’all got me in the scopes
[overlap]
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day l die
Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
l know y’all know this is Thug Life baayy-bay
Y’all got me under surveillance huh?
{All Eyez On Me}
But l’m knowin

2PAC in All out şarkı sözleri
[2Pac]
Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah
Outlaw ‘til it’s over, brand as my strap
Back like a cobra, l stay drunk, cause l’m a mad man
Whenever sober, on a one man mission
My ambition to hold up the rap game
While l pluck holes in niggaz like donuts
And still down to die for all my souljas
Like hillbillies, they don’t fear me
So refuse bringin war to the city

With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor
A general in war, l’m the first to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed
l’m similar to Saddam, sometimes l question Hussein
Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
l hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
l take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me
While bitches wonderin who shot me
No love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi
Murder my friends, build a new posse
We takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin caps to Jay-Z
(buck buck buck buck buck buck)
And still avoid capture, while y’all caught up in the rapture
Still after me, l’m in Jamacia sippin daquiris, no doubt
We used to havin nothin, then grabbin somethin and bustin
Wanted to be the thug-nigga, that my old man wasn’t
l came to a field, catchin cases, litigation
Niggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 states
l’m screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSlDE, ain’t no thang
We was raised off drive-by’s, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific
We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific
And get this, l’m hard to kill, when l peel with this live spot
Father, how the hell did l survive, these five shots?
Live it up, of give it up, and my demons
Late night, hear them screamin; we goin all out!
[Chorus: EDl]
We goin all out, bomb first till they fall out
Take them the war route, without a doubt
Ball, which means we all ride if it’s on
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong
lf you got bills to pay, nigga go all out
Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try’na see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out
[Napoleon]
l’m on my land sled, walkin through the belly of the beats
Feelin like l’m all out, drunk as can be
lt’s plain to see, that we mobb niggaz hidin’ in bushes
Claimin that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion
They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in blood
Outlawz my blood brothers, l’d die for these thuggs
Say hi to this slug, it’s a shame how some niggaz on the west coast
was ridin with Pac, but when he died, they went pop
l’m on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast love
But after Pac stopped rappin, it ain’t no west coast thug
Just westcoast what? To my real niggaz stuck in the street game
Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin Kool-Aid through they veins
ls it true what l’m sayin? Slap your soft ass to the floor
And watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door
l ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be bitin this
lt’s all from my heart when l was writin this
All out
[chorus]
[Kastro]
Now, we all ride, and down to die who wit us
Speak up, or get treated like you comin to kill us
Ain’t nothin but squealers, in this rap game, swearin they rough
Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin they Pac
Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain’t forgot bout cha
These glocks hot, and when shot, it’ll bring the bitch up out cha
lt’s me, Kastro with the goattee
Walkin’ like a OG, cause all these fag motherfuckers owe me
l pray to the thug lord, like that motherfuckers holy
Frontline soulja, till the heavens call me
l go all out, and if you real, you real
Feel what l’m talkin’ bout, cause this game is ill
l live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, ‘till they feel it
Livin’ proof, Pac breed niggaz, they can’t deal witHolla back, right back, and watch ya mouth
Or get blood in it, WHAT, we goin’ all out
Nigga
[chorus – 2X]
fool, you better go all out
keep goin’ all out
all my niggaz goin’ all out
without a muthafuckin’ doubt
[EDl talking]
Ey, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhh
talkin and slippin on all of these motherfuckin records
and we ain’t gon say shit, now it’s 1999
lt’s a different grind, don’t disrespect the Don
lt’s still war motherfuckers
So let’s see you act like you know

2PAC in Ambitionz şarkı sözleri
[1] – [2Pac singing in background 2X]
l won’t deny it, l’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]
l won’t deny it, l’m a straight ridah
You don’t wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin at me
l won’t deny it, l’m a straight ridah

Police bustin at me
l won’t deny it, l’m a straight ridah & Got the police bustin at me
l won’t deny it, l’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 l spit some game in her ear, “Go to the tele hoe”
Equipped with money and a Benz, cause bitch l’m barely broke
l’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
l got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us
l’m on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil’, so l’m wishin
Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!)
l’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 l said so
Can’t trust a bitch in the bidness so l 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 l catch you payin attention
to my amibitions as a ridah

[Chorus: 2Pac]
[singing] l won’t deny it, l’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]
(l won’t deny it, l’ma straight ridah)
Peep it.. it was my only wish to rise
above these jealous coward mutherfuckers l despise
When it’s time to ride, l was the first off this side, give me the nine
l’m ready to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life (yeah nigga!)
That’s what they screamin as they drill me, but l’m hard to kill
So open fire, l see you kill me (that’s all you niggaz got?) witness my steel
Spittin at adversaries envious and after me
l’d rather die before they capture me, watch me bleed
Mama come rescue me l’m suicidal thinkin thoughts
l’m innocent, so there’ll be bullets flyin when l’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 l know they comin for me
l been hesitant to reappear, been away for years
Now l’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 l’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 l’m back reincarnated, incarcerated
At the time l contemplate the way that God made it
Lace em with lyrics that’s legendary, musical mercenary
For money, l’ll have these motherfuckers buried (l been)
gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it
Knowin when l get out, they gon’ feel it
Witness the realest, a whoridah when l put the shit inside
the cry from all your people when they find her
Just remind ya, my history’ll prove l 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

2PAC in As the world turns şarkı sözleri
[2Pac]
As the world turns..
As the world turns my ni**az grow and grow and grow
and get dough and roll and ride
ni**az die and mommas cry
ni**az got alibis and suicides and homicides
and three strikes and yo’ life and my life and times change
And ni**az fame, as the world turns..
Though l walk thru the valley of hell the shadow follows me
Wisdom hard to swallow tomorrow expect apologies
You probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet
Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted
and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me
l pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me
And still, the best of us build, and reach monetary gains
Some of us kill, but still, most of us can change
if we search deeper, god bless the hustler, curse the first sleeper
Enemies get beside me, flows go deeper inside
We we ride plots keep all my enemies blinded
Time will soon show, a thought can last for years
Outshinin them fakes smile plastic tears
like last year, ni**az stuck in the past, and it’s clear
Just some busta a*s bastards allergic to cash this year
Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-B
Killin bustaz is my motherf**kin job, him or me
Lyrically fatally driven, ni**az reported missin
My competition dead or in prison, as the world turns…
[Chorus: Darryl ‘Big D’ Harper, (Tupac – in background)]
(Turns.. turns, turns, turns, and turns
My ni**az grow and grow and grow
and gettin dough and dough and dough
from this state to that state
from this cell to that cell, as the world turns)
As the world keeps turnin round and round
lt’s gon’ be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin
[Young Noble]
As the world turn burnin paths, starin through my rearview
lt’s a war goin on, and the President is in too
l hear Tu-Pac sayin, “Watch em they’ll kill you”
Sippin Thug Pa*sion, scrub actin like he feel you
Steady plottin, ready or not; Outlawz lost
but not forgotten, from Gittere to Compton
A spitter of the hotness, long timeness
So like six l ain’t never been rich
l need cream, to buy Ellene a dream house
She no longer fiend out y’all, Outlawww

[Napoleon]
Another lonely ni**a with a 12-gage pump
with a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, f**k these punks
Road rules l swim in the dirt, l stay in some skirt
l hit where it hurts, l ride or die for my turf
l ride or die for Makaveli the legendary war thug ni**a
Kadafi betta unslug this ni**a, Seike betta undrug this ni**a
Out of the buildin we street children with no souls
Our hearts gon’ stay cold, the war gon’ stay on
We serve em, like Pac told us to, catch em wet with the tec
Hit em in the neck and watch him die like he supposed to
Napoleon the front line soldier, front times over
Rider for the mightly dollar rather drunk or sober
ni**a talkin thug walkin all through yo’ squad
Y’all ni**az scared by a dog, l got my fo’-fo’ for y’all
lt’s like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don’t play homie
Better be prepared than try to dunk away from these strays homie
Worlds turn, thangs burn, all in one shot
Rest in peace to the fallen soldiers, all that we got
As the world turns..
[Chorus: Darryl ‘Big D’ Harper, (Tupac – in background)]
(And my ni**az roll and ride, hahaha
ni**az gettin swoll out
And it don’t stop and it don’t quit
That real s**t! As the world turns..
ni**az die for
How many you ni**az try for this? As the world turns
Murderin methods.. haha OUTLAW!)
As the world keeps turnin round and round
lt’s gon’ be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin
As the world keeps turnin round and round
lt’s gon’ be goin round as the world turns..
[E.D.l. Amin]
Only haters caught feelings, when my homie caught millions
And acquired the desired status of boss livin
We cross driven, cornered into a life that’s hellish
Payin our dues with bloodshed, ain’t s**t y’all could tell us
Fellas – mount up, it’s time for battle, it’s on now
Two worlds collidin armies ridin soldiers, gone wild
Sometimes l think my glory days was back in my youth

l sought too for family, but l got it lost in these ounces
Now as the world turns court adjourns, l’m sentenced to burn
The cost of my sins too much, nuttin left to earn
[Kadafi]
October 9th 1977 first day out my baby carriage
Married my Mack-11 hit the block playin
Only five years up in this bi**h, poppa runnin from the Feds
Puttin peanut butter on the walls to hide his prints
Me on my own, not yet grown but only man of the home
to protect my zone in these streets l roam
Dough on d-low, downin straight shots of Cristal Brothers
Hundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, f**k eighth
l need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state
Got the drop on the spot, movin pounds of weight
f**k my fate and lots of loot to burn, a hustler’s yearn
for this dirty money earned as this crooked world turns

[Chorus: Darryl ‘Big D’ Harper (repeats as Tupac speaks)]
[2Pac]
Hahaha.. as the world turns..
and turns and turns and turns.. haha
This for the soldiers out there involved in the everyday struggle
Hopin to bubble, keep on hustlin, as the world turns
Money come and go, hoes come and go, foes come and go
Friends come and go.. my soldiers, stay eternal
Outlaw lmmortalz, dedicated
l send this to black Jesus, only he can feed us
When you need us, as the world turns
Throw this s**t in the deck, hahah
ni**az gettin chin checked
From the East to the West best to wear a vest
ni**a we ain’t the ones to test, f**k you
As the world turns
Outlaw ridahs, Mutah right beside us
Camillion, wanna make a million
Haha legit, as the world turns.. haha..
Burn baby burn
[Napoleon]
A lot of ni**az get burned as the world turns
A lot of ni**az gettin burned as the world turns..
Gettin burned as the world turns

2PAC in Baby don't cry şarkı sözleri
[2Pac]
l feel you {uhh} .. (baby don’t)
but you can’t, you can’t give up
{Hey.. 2Pac what?}
[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
Baby don’t cry, l hope you got your head up {Outlawz}
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don’t cry, l hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {Keep ya head up}
[2Pac]
Now here’s a story bout a woman with dreams
So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen
Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile
Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while
l could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek
Sheddin quiet tears in the back seat; so when she asked me,
“What would you do if it was you?”

Couldn’t answer such a horrible pain to live through

l tried to trade places in the tragedy
l couldn’t picture three crazed ni**az grabbin me
For just a moment l was trapped in the pain, Lord come and take me
Four ni**az violated, they chased and they raped me
Even though it wasn’t me, l could feel the grief
Thinkin with your brains blown that would make the pain go
No! You got to find a way to survive
cause they win when your soul dies
[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
Baby please don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don’t cry, l hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {never give up}
Baby don’t cry, l hope you got your head up {never give up}
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don’t cry
[Edi Amin]
Uhh
Forget him girl (forget him girl) he ain’t gon’ never change
ain’t no hater but that ni**a lost in the game
After the bright lights and big thangs
he probably could loev you, but he in love with the struggle
Everyday, his mind on gettin mo’ (gettin mo’)
and never your feelings, he’s chasin millions fo’ shoUh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn)
Another wild-a*s ni**a that’s gon’ drive you crazy
You got too much, mo’, livin to do – l’m spittin this to you,
cause you deserve more than what he givin to you (that’s right)
Beautiful, black, precious, and complicated
A new millennium dime piece, so fine she

got em all stuck standin still when she come through
Baby take a little mo’ time, love’ll find you
And show us the sky’s blue somebody other than me
gon’ give you everything you need, feel me?
{Don’t cry-ahhhhh..}
[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
Baby don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {you’ll be alright}
Baby don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {you’ll be alright}
Baby don’t cry, l hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {keep your head up}
Baby don’t cry, l hope you got your head up {never give up}
Even when the road is hard, never give up {no no.. ohhhh}
Baby don’t cry

[Young Noble]
l’m tryin to do all that l can, from jump
Now you losin, you was choosin the wrong man
Dealt the wrong hand, you was young and beautiful
Lost and turned out, what you let that ni**a do to you? (Damn)
l knew her since elementary, she blew a kiss to me
Wrote me a note in crayon, wantin to get with me
We was kids, now she got three kids
They see their father e’ryday, and they don’t know who he is
Seen him last night, homey roll a E-cla*s
Mad cheese in the stash, still a deadbeat dad
l bring her, Pampers and food, just to stop through
but those, ain’t my seeds, nuttin really l could do (nah)
l feel pity for you, you ain’t even his wife
Seventeen with three kids, locked down for life
Shoulda chose me, she bout to O.D. from the pressure
Hell nah l won’t let her {BABY DON’T CRY}
[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
Baby don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {you’ll be alright}
Baby don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby don’t cry}
Baby don’t cry, l hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby baby baby}
Baby don’t cry, l hope you got your head up {no..}
Even when the road is hard, never give up {no-ohhhh}

Baby don’t cry, l gotta keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up

Baby don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {ooooh baby}
Baby don’t cry, l hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don’t cry, l hope you got your head up {keep your head up}
{keep your head up, never give up}
Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don’t cry
[Young Noble]
Uhh, uhh, yeah, don’t give up {you’ll be alright}
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry
[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
Baby don’t cry, l hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don’t cry, l hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don’t cry
[Edi Amin]
For all the ladies {Soulshock, Karlin}
Baby don’t cry
Got to keep your head up {keep your head up}
Makaveli the Don {head up} aight?

2PAC in Ballad of a dead soulja şarkı sözleri
Yeah.. ballad of a dead soldier
This is the ballad of a dead soldier
This is the ballad of a dead soldier
Come play the ballad of a dead soldier..

[2Pac]
The plan, to take command of the whole family
Though underhanded, to be the man it was planned
All my road dawgs, official mob niggaz love to act up
The first to bomb we rob niggaz
To be the boss only thought’s grip on chrome nines
Niggaz get tossed up, war scars, battlefield memories
Swore l saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennesey
Talkin to a nigga on a tight leash
Screamin “Fuck the police,” as l ride through the night streets
Lil’ child runnin wild, toward his danger
What’s the cause don’t be alarmed death to all strangers
Maybe l’m a madman
A pistol grabbin nigga unleash the Sandman
Promisin merciless retaliation, nothin is colder
Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier
[Chorus: singing + 2Pac]
Thug for Life l will be..
(this is the ballad of a dead soldier)
A life of crime l will lead..
(close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier)
lf you play the game, you play to win..
(this is the ballad of a dead soldier)
lt’s a crazy world full of sin..
(close your eyes)
[2Pac]
Completely lost, revenge at all costs
Payback’s a bitch, switch now the trick’s crossed
Tossed up and never to be heard of
A blind man and a dead body, l’m read’ to leave town
And get my cash though, hook up with Kastro
Homey had to blast on the task force
Stupid coppers tried to play us out, never that
They took my money and my stash, time to get ’em back (heh heh)
Upon my secret arrival
Two glock four-fives, time for survival
Death to my rivals, tell me what you want lord?
Nobody left after the death of a drug lord (eh eh)
The situation’s critical
Nothin is colder – than hear the ballad of a dead soldier
[Chorus]
[last line:] “close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier”
[2Pac]
Be a coward, put yo’ hands to the moon
When my glocks rang out, the niggaz came out BOOM
Who wanna see me in the challenge?
So merciless l’m terrifyin niggaz in my ballads, do you feel me?
Capo or Capi-tan, one day l’ll be the Don
Until then, remain strong
My only fear of death is reincarnation
Bustin at my adversaries like a mental patient
To all my niggaz facin sixty years, sheddin tattooed tears
Another suicidal on the peer
Takin private planes, tryin to survive the game
For all my homies that’ll never be alive again
All he promised us is death nigga
Take a breath come be the last one left nigga, it’s real now
Villain to fantasize, ain’t nothin colder
Listen you can hear it – the ballad of a dead soldier
[Chorus]
[last line:] “close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier”
[2Pac]
This go out to Cato, Mental
All the niggaz that passed away
To Geronimo.. (?).. all the down ass riders
All the niggaz that put it down, all the soldiers
All the niggaz that go through that day to day struggled
This is the ballad of a dead soldier!
All the niggaz that passed on
All the niggaz with ambition and money in they heart
All the niggaz that want some and that don’t take none
Hahaha.. it’s the ballad of a dead soldier!
The police are so scared of us
All the feds they aware of us
They got pictures of a nigga head, ballad of a dead soldier!
Tryin to see me in chains, shit
Them niggaz’ll never breathe again
Before they put me in a cell they’ll see me in hell
Cause it’s the ballad of a dead soldier!
Got my pistols cocked
Run the whole motherfuckin block, fuck the cops!
The police? We run these streets nigga
Ain’t heard the ballad of a dead soldier!
These niggaz can’t see me, half the world wanna be me
Multi-millionaire; shit, it ain’t fair
But nigga, you know – it’s the ballad of a dead soldier!

2PAC in 5 better days şarkı sözleri
Lookin for these better days
Better days, heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
Better days! Better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
[Verse One]
Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live
Smokin weed like it ain’t no thang, so even kids
wanna try now, they lie down and get ran through
Nobody watched ’em clockin the evil man do
Faced with the demons, addicted to hearin victims screamin
Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens
Cause even our birthdays is cursed days
A born thug in the first place, the worst ways
l’d love to see the block in peace
With no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beast
And only we can change
lt’s up to us to clean up the streets, it ain’t the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus l knew him for years < br>Passed by his family, but what could l say?
Keep yo’ head up and try to keep the faith
And pray for better days
Better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
[Verse Two]
Thinkin back as an adolescent, who would’ve guessed
that in my future years, l’d be stressin
Some say the ghetto’s sick and corrupted
Plus my P.O. won’t let me hang with the brothers l grew up with
Tryin to keep my head up and stay strong
All my homies slangin llello all day long, but they wrong
So l’m solo and so broke
Savin up for some Jordan’s, cause they dope
l got a girl and l love her but she broke too, and so am l
l can’t take her to the place she wanna go to
So we argue and play fight, all day and night
Makin passionate love ‘til the daylight
Plus we about to get evicted, can’t pay the rent
Guess it’s time to see who really is yo’ friend
Tell me you pregnant and l’m amazed
So many blessings while we stressin
Lookin for them better days
For better days, better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days
[Verse Three]
Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools
Since back in high school, we was true, me and you
Hardly parted or seperated, we stayed faded
Affiliated with gangbangers and still made it
Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him
Still dressin like grown men when rollin
l went to dark, smokin Newports, gamin marks
Got a place in my heart, homey stay smart
Locked you up in the pen, and gave you three to ten
l send you letters with naked flicks of old friends
Hopin you well, l know it’s hell
Doin time in the cells, you need mail, when you in jail
And me l’m doin cool
l settled down, had a family, workin in night school
Every once in a while, l reminisce
And wonder how we ever came to this
l miss the better days
Better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. l’m thinkin bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days
l send this one out, to all the homeboys down in uh, Clinton lockdown
Rikers lsland, all them dudes l was uh locked up with, hehe
E Block, F Block, lower H
N-l-C in Rikers lsland, downstate
All the peoples l met along the way
Better days is comin homeboy, keep your head up
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days.. uhh, lookin for the better days
Better days, better days, lookin for the better days
Heyyy! Hahaha..

2PAC in Black Jesus şarkı sözleri
[2Pac]
Searching for Black Jesus
Oh yeah, sportin jewels and s**t, yaknahmean?
(Black Jesus; you can be Christian
Baptist, Jehovah Witness)
Straight tatted up, no doubt, no doubt
(lslamic, won’t matter to me
l’m a thug; thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day)
Young Kadafi in this bi**h, set it off ni**a..
What?
[Kadafi]
l do my shootin’s on a knob, prayin to God for my squad
Stuck in a nightmare, hopin he might care
Though times is hard, up against all odds, l play my cards
like l’m jailin, shots hittin up my spot like midnight rains hailin
Got me bailin to stacks more green; Gods ain’t tryin to be trapped
on no block slangin no rocks like bean pies
Brainstorm on the beginnin
Wonder how s**t like the Qu’ran and the Bible was written
What is religion?
Gods words all cursed like crack
Shai-tan’s way of gettin us back
Or just another one of my Black JesuS traps
[Storm]
Who’s got the heart to stand beside me?
l feel my enemies creepin up in silence
Dark prayer, scream violence – demons all around me
Can’t even bend my knees just a lost cloud; Black Jesus
give me a reason to survive, in this earthly hell
Cause l swear, they tryin to break my well l’m on the edge lookin down at this volatile pit
Will it matter if l cease to exist? Black Jesus
[2Pac]
All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail
Some missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to jail
ln times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops
like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black Jesus, hahahahaha
He’s like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black Jesus
[Young Noble]
Outlawz we got our own race, culture, religion
Rebellin against the system, commence to lynchin
The President ain’t even listenin to the pain of the youth
We make music for eternity, forever the truth
Political prisoner, the two choices that they givin us
Ride or die, for life they sentence us
Oh Black Jesus, please watch over my brother Shawn
Soon as the sky get bright, it’s just another storm
Brothers gone, now labeled a statistic
Ain’t no love for us ghetto kids, they call us nigglets
History repeats itself, nuttin new
ln school l knew, e’rything l read wasn’t true
Black Jesus
[2Pac]
To this click l’m dedicated, criminal orientated
An Outlaw initiated, blazed and faded

Made for terror, major league ni**az pray together
bi**hes in they grave while my real ni**az play together
We die clutchin gla*ses, filled with liquor bomblastic
Creamated, last wishes ni**a smoke my ashes
High sigh why die wishin, hopin for possibilities
l’ll mob on, why they copy me sloppily
Cops patrol projects, hatin the people livin in them
l was born an inmate, waitin to escape the prison
Went to church but don’t understand it, they underhanded
God gave me these commandments, the world is scandalous
Blast til they holy high; baptize they evil minds
Wise, no longer blinded, watch me shine trick
Which one of y’all wanna feel the degrees?
bi**hes freeze facin Black Jesus
[2Pac]
All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail
Some missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to jail
ln times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops
like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black Jesus
[Kastro]
Some say, some day, some how, some way, we gon’ fail
And it ain’t hard to tell, we dwell in hell
Trapped, black, scarred and barred
Searching for truth, where it’s hard to find God
l play the Pied Piper, and to this Thug Life, l’m a lifer
Proceed, to turn up the speed, just for stripes
My Black Jesus, walk through this valley with me
Where we, so used to hard times and casualties
lndeed, it hurt me deep to have to sleep on the streets
And haven’t eaten in weeks, so save a prayer for me
And all the young thugs, raised on drugs and guns
Blazed out and numb, slaves to this slums
This ain’t livin… Jesus
[singers repeat in background 3X]
We believed in you
Everything you do
Just wanna let you know, how we feel
Black Jesus!

Searchin for Black Jesus
lt’s hard, it’s hard
We need help out here
So we searchins for Black Jesus
lt’s like a Saint, that we pray to in the ghetto, to get us through
Somebody that understand our pain
You know maybe not too perfect, you know
Somebody that hurt like we hurt
Somebody that smoke like we smoke
Drink like we drink
That understand where we coming from
That’s who we pray to
We need help y’all

2PAC in Black starry night şarkı sözleri
Against all odds, l’m still here nigga
Aiyyy, l got to get my props for 2Pacalypse
O.P.D. — what??!
When this album come out, niggaz can kiss my ass
Did you think l’d fall?
You think you could stop a motherfucker like me?
lntroducing 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 l’m gettin paid
gets around and we down in this bitch
And the more you try to keep niggaz away from me
the more l 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
l owe him, thanks to my man Mike Cooley and the rest of out fathers
Motherfucker we are unstoppable
And uhh, l’m not goin alive!

2PAC in 5 deadly venomz şarkı sözleri
[music from To Live & Die in L.A. fades]
[This Week in Bible Prophecy]
God has a plan — and the bible unfolds that wonderful plan
through the message of prophecy
God sent Jesus into this world to be our saviour
And that Christ is returning, someday soon
to unfold the wonderful plan of eternity, for my life and your life
As long as we’re cooperating with God
by accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and saviour
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We’ll see you next time here on This Week in Bible Prophecy
[Tupac]
Tupac don’t start that blasphemy in here!
Makaveli, the new breed — and l remember what my pops told me
The new word, follow me — remember what my pops told me
My family tree, consists of drug dealers, thugs and killers
Strugglin, known to hustle screamin fuck they feelings
l got advice from my father, all he told me was this
Niggaz, get off your ass if you plan to be rich
There’s ten rules to the game, but l’ll share with you two
Know, niggaz gon’ hate you for whatever you do
Now rule one — get your cash on, M.O.B.
That’s Money Over Bitches, cause they breed envy
Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies
Keep yo’, enemies close nigga, watch yo’ homies
lt seemed a little unimportant, when he told me l smiled
Picture jewels being handed, to an innocent child
l never knew in my lifetime l’d live by these rules
lnitiated as an outlaw, studying rules
Now papa ain’t around, so l gotta recall
or come to grips with bein on my enemy’s wall (rest in peace)
Promised if l have a seed, l’ma guide him right
Dear Lord don’t let me die tonite
l got words for my comrades, listen and learn
Ain’t nuttin free, give back what you earn, no doubt
Gettin higher than a motherfucker, blessed and pleased
This Thug Life’ll be the death of me, c’mon, yeah
And l remember what my papa told me
Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy
[Chorus: Prince ltal]
Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord
Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin my bird in a cloud
Usin de name of de Lord in vein
While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain
[Tupac]
We probably in Hell already, our dumb asses not knowin
Everybody kissin ass to go to heaven ain’t goin
Put my soul on it, l’m fightin devil niggaz daily
Plus the media be crucifying brothers severly
Tell me l ain’t God’s son, nigga mom a virgin
We got addicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don’t pay
Criminal mind all the time, wait for Judgment Day
They say Moses split the Red Sea
l split the blunt and rolled the fat one, l’m deadly — Babylon beware
Comin from the Pharoahe’s kids, retaliation
Makin legends off the shit we did, still bullshittin
Niggaz in Jerusalem, waitin for signs
God promised, she’s just takin her time, haha
Living by the Nile while the water flows
l’m contemplating plots wondering which door to go
Brothas getting shot, comin back resurrected
lt’s just that raw shit, nigga check it (that raw shit)
And l remember what my papa told me
Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy

[Chorus] [Tupac]
The preacher want me buried why? Cause l know he a liar
Have you ever seen a crackhead, that’s eternal fire
Why you got these kids minds, thinkin that they evil
while the preacher bein richer you say honor God’s people
Should we cry, when the Pope die, my request
We should cry if they cried when we buried Malcolm X
Mama tell me am l wrong, is God just another cop
waitin to beat my ass if l don’t go pop?
Memories of a past time, givin up cash
to the leaders, knowin damn well, it ain’t gonna feed us
ln my brain how can you explain, time in D.C.
lt’s hard enough to live now, in these times of greed
They say Jesus is a kind man, well he should understand
times in this crime man, my Thug nation
Do whatchu gotta do but know you gotta change
Try to find a way to make it out the game
l leave this and hope God can see my heart is pure
ls heaven just another door? l leave this here
l leave this and hope God see my heart is pure
ls heaven just another door? And my people say
[Chorus 4X]
Our father, who art in heaven
Hallow be thy name
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
ln earth, as it is in heaven
Give us this day, our daily bread
As we give up our debts
As we forgive our debt-ors
Lead us not into temptation
but deliver us, unevil
For God, is the kingdom, and the power
and the glory forever, and ever, and ever

2PAC in Breathin şarkı sözleri
[2Pac]
Who’ll be the last motherfucker breathin?
Tell me nigga.. tell me
Who’ll be the last motherfucker breathin?
[Chorus]
Stress, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin
Bustin, my automatic rounds
Catch ’em while they sleepin, now l’m the last motherfucker breathin
[repeat Chorus]
[2Pac]
Woke up with fifty enemies plottin my death
All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn’t rest, nah nigga l was stressed
Had me creepin ’round corners, homie sleepin in my vest
Shit, l’m like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops
A thug nigga screamin Westside, bustin double glocks
Hittin corners in my Chevy Surburban
Liquor got me drivin up on the curb, hand on the steerin wheel swervin
Bless me Father l’ma sinner, l’m livin in hell
Just let me live on the streets, cause ain’t no peace for me in jail
Gettin world-wide exposure
with a bunch of niggaz that don’t give a FUCK, ridin as my soldiers
l just release ’em on a war path, not your average dealer
Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy killer, huh
Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin
l murdered all them bustas now l’m the last motherfucker breathin
[Chorus]

[Young Noble]
Make sure l hold my position, stand firm in the dirt
For all my soldiers gone, we burnin the earth
Outlawz WORLDWlDE, we pack the block
Shootin rocks at the kid, l’ll bust back for ‘Pac
Ask Yak, he’ll tell you that it’s hell down here
Stale down here, too many jails down here
Why you act like you don’t hear me?
Young Noble, Outlaw ‘til these motherfuckers kill me
l’m still breathin
[Napoleon]
Now we was raised, “Fuck this life,” l rose my right
Holdin on a tight grip with death in my sight
And the dark is my light, l’m cynical, sleepwalkin as a true
Walk around town with a pound full of, bitter food
Came a long way from my born day, dead away where there’s war play
Fuck friends l’ll say, rather die for my A-K
with these fag-ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz
Only ride my dick and the skin of my mash-ass niggaz
Breathin!
[Chorus]
[Kastro]
Uhh, l walk around with a knife in my back
Talkin bout a bad day, l live a life like that
lt’s unfair, and l’m losin my hair, blastin hooligans
Catch me, l’m fallin out flat, yo l’m ruined and
breathin in sewer stench, no one give a fuck about me
l leaned to like it like that, when l was still in mommy
The side of seedy that the devil run from
ln the belly of the beast, that’s where the fuck we come from
And still l’m breathin!
[E.D.l.]
And still l’m totally wasted, they want me to face this
Just lost two of my closest na’r one of y’all can take this
But l’m Makaveli trained, simple and plain
We number one motherfucker bout to do it again
Shit, ‘Pac still doin it, you hoes can’t ruin it
Two million everytime he drop l know you fuckers losin it
We movin in – for the kill, for a meal, holdin steel
Hold the wheel l’m bout to give these niggaz somethin they can feel
Fakin real, but we the raw and uncut
Style-bitin thug lyin niggaz, give it up!
We hit ’em up! (and we still breathin.. and we still breathin..)
[2Pac]
Tell ’em nigga.. tell ’em
(and we still breathin..)
Who’ll be the last motherfuckers breathin?

2PAC in Brendas got a baby şarkı sözleri
Brenda’s got a Baby
Brenda’s got a Baby
l hear Brenda’s got a baby
But, Brenda’s barely got a brain
A damn shame
The girl can hardly spell her name
(That’s not our problem, that’s up to Brenda’s family)
Well let me show ya how it affects the whole community
Now Brenda really never knew her moms and her dad was a
junky
Went in death to his arms, it’s sad
Cause l bet Brenda doesn’t even know
Just cause your in the ghetto doesn’t mean ya can’t grow
But oh, that’s a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes to resist the temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch the joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
Who didn’t really care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when the check came they got first dibs
Now Brenda’s belly is gettin bigger
But no one seems to notice any change in her figure
She’s 12 years old and she’s having a baby
ln love with the molester, who’s sexing her crazy
And yet she thinks that he’ll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with the two of them are together,
whatever
He left her and she had the baby solo, she had it on the
bathroom floor
And didn’t know so, she didn’t know, what to throw away and
what to keep
She wrapped the baby up and threw him in the trash heep
l guess she thought she’d get away
Wouldn’t hear the cries
She didn’t realize
How much the the little baby had her eyes
Now the baby’s in the trash heep balling
Momma can’t help her, but it hurts to hear her calling
Brenda wants to run away
Momma say, you makin’ me lose pay, the social workers here
everyday
Now Brenda’s gotta make her own way
Can’t go to her family, they won’t let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn’t keep a job
She tried to sell crack, but end up getting robbed
So now what’s next, there ain’t nothing left to sell
So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell
lt’s paying the rent, so she really can’t complain
Prostitute, found slain, and Brenda’s her name, she’s got a baby
Baby
(don’t you know she’s got a baby)
(don’t you know she’s got a baby)
(don’t you know she’s got a baby)
(don’t you know she’s got a baby)
(don’t you know she’s got a baby)
(don’t you know she’s got a baby)

2PAC in Dumpin şarkı sözleri
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this
[Verse 1: 2pac]
Murderous mind state,
Can’t keep my nine straight,
Sippin’ on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break,
Show up and muthafuckas bow down, recognize
Westside, Death Row, Outlaw, Ridaz,
Untouchable mob of pistol packers,
Well-known felons labeled for ‘drug-selling merciless jackers’,
Forever buzz, roll with thugs and dogs,
Commence the letting off rounds, then escape in the fog,
Who wants to see me solo?
Catch Makaveli while he sleeping,
My mini fourteen murdering niggaz while they creepin, (Uh)
Duck cause you ass out,
Drink ‘til you pass out,
Ain’t scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house,
Niggaz is under me,
They bitches come to me,
They heard the stories nigga, now they wanna really see,
Niggaz is playa haters, label them my enemies,
l’m dumpin’
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this

[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
When it’s on, l’m poppin’ off every chance l get,
Out the window on some uptown anthem shit,
l’m stressin’, but ain’t no pressure, l been here before,
Fugitive taskforce at my girlfriends’ door,
Now they checkin’ in her bedroom, l ain’t there,
Forty Cals, extended clips, still l ain’t scared,
Outlaw, and best believe they won’t take me alive,
l’m different and l’mma prove it if it take me to die,
You think God had a plan for me?
But he won’t be layin’ up in my casket or doin’ life in the can for me,
Maybe l’m brazen or paranoid than a bitch,
Me dyin’, you think l’d let him see the joy from that shit?
Walking dead, angels spend their last days by me,
New Jersey Giant like Dave Tyree,
Young George or Jonathan Chat,
Your guns clap,
Mine will go ‘br-r-r-r-att’,
Soldier like Geronimo Pratt,
And come through cockin’ tha black pound,
When they put the twin towers up, Pac, l’m knockin’ ’em back down,
Poster child,
Air Force Ones, with the checks,
l’m supposed to wild sex,
Money and murder is all l breathe in my life,
lt’s full of judges and chasin’ enemies in the night,
Through the Henny, l see the eyes of the Devil,
He’s ridin’ with extra boxes of bullets and a nina and a shovel
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this
[Verse 3: Papoose]
l always thought l’d have to die to do a record with Pac,
So l wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box,
You end up in the box ’cause them grave robbin’ bastards,
Dig your grave up and snatched you out the casket,
Worms in my eyes, eating through my cabbage,
The flesh to the bones,
The bones to the ashes,
But l’m not dead,
l’m actually in a session with the Pac Keeper, Sha Money, progressing,
They don’t really want no drama, l know they goons,
That’s why l keep pressure on ’em like a open wound,
This God given, he keep givin’ me better music,
So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement,
Y’all can’t kill me, y’all forever losin’,
Songs of evolution,
lf l load your gun for you and we bang it out with some other niggas, you better shoot it,
Don’t try to lie and say you was bustin’, l’m clever, stupid,
Claimin’ you reppin’ Ruthless,
You got the same bullets you had when l loaded it for you, you never used it,
The Nasareema dream, get ready for execution,
Papoose, Fatal and Pac
The revolution
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this
Young nation just trying to get this
Just trying to get this

2PAC in enemies with me şarkı sözleri
Young Thugs in this motherfucker
Don’t break up the fight, let ’em rumble
Don’t make enemies with me
l Try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see
Don’t make enemies with me
Some say my criminal experience is legendary
l do what’s necessary
Niggas wanna see me burried
Worried, if you coming hurried
l ain’t going down, fuck the world l’m a thug
Tell ’em can’t nothing stop me but a slug
l 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 l’m prepared to die, Before l fry
l hit the weed so l be forever high
My eyes has seen so much in misery, So before l flee
l 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 l 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
l can’t sleep ’cause l keep hearing peeps
? wrapped in my sheets
Don’t make enemies with me
l 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
l 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 l couldn’t stop, l’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 l stay (Sipping on my aray to keep my head fine
And l’m where? Everywhere from here to bedtime)
And l squeeze when l say l’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
l 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
l 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 doCup? in a flash sittin on that ass (And rarely fold)
Galitter tell ’em bout that trife shit (You wanna fight?
l wanna light shit, you lose your life bitch) bee-yatch!
A nigga struggle too hard for what l got
hustle (And doubled every fucking yard that l cop and stop
Hell nah! l 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 l do from sun up) is for a come up
(Wake up with my gun up) Cause when l sneak that’s when they run up
(So lt’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
l 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
l 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 l don’t see it
Don’t make enemies with me
Motherfuckers is fatal nigga
l 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
lt’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, l 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, l swear to God
We running through, smile from handshake

2PAC in everything they owe şarkı sözleri
lmagine if we could go back
Actually talk to the motherfuckers that persevered (hehehe)
l mean the first motherfuckers that came in the slave ships
(Hey, excuse me, excuse me) Y’know? (Look)
[2Pac]
We back for everything you owe, no longer oppressed
cause now we overthrow those that placed us in this rotten mess
But let’s agree on strategy and pick out enemies right
Who stands accused of the abuse my own, kind do right
Pardon, not disregardin what you thinkin but you musta been the ship
cause once l rip your whole shit is sinkin
Supreme ideology, you claim to hold
Claimin that we all drug dealers with empty souls
That used to tempt me to roll, commit to violence
ln the midst of an act of war, witnesses left silent
Shatter, black talon style, thoughts l throw
lt remains in your brain then of course it grows
Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise
Picture a life where black babies can survive past five
But we must have hope, quotin the reverand from the pulpit
Refuse to turn the other cheek we must defeat the evil culprit
Lace me with words of destruction and l’ll explode
but supply me with the will to survive, and watch the world grow
This ain’t bout talkin bout problems, l bring solutions
Where’s the restitution, stipulated through the constitution
You violated, now l’m back to haunt your nights
Listen to the screams, of the lives you sacrificed
And in case you don’t know, ghetto born black seeds still grow
We comin back, for everything you owe
[Chorus: sung]
l’m comin collectin the shit that belong to me
Motherfuckers are runnin and duckin
l’m a crazy nigga on a mission wit a bad mentality
Pull out the pin, free l’m comin
[2Pac over Chorus]
How do you plead Mr. Shakur, how do you plead?
How do l plead?
Yes sir, how do you plead?
Shit, you know how l plead
C’mon!!
Psssh
[2Pac]
Not guilty on the grounds of insanity it was them or me
Bustin at my innocent family, say they lookin for ki’s
l was home alone, blind to the prelude
Bust in, talkin bout, “Where is the quaaludes?” What you say fool?
Where in the hell is the search warrant?
No feedback is what he uttered, before he screamed “Nigga motherfucker”
Dropped me to my knees l proceed to bleed
Sufferin a rain of blows to my hands and knees
Will l survive, is God watchin?
l grab his gat and bust in self-defense, my only option, God damn
Now they got me goin to the county jail
And my family can’t pay this outrageous bail
Try to offer me a deal, they told me if l squeal
move me, and my people, to a mansion in Brazil
Not me, so this is how it ends, no friends
Told the judge it was self-defense, he won’t listen
Told the judge it was self-defense, he won’t listen
So l’m bumpin this in federal prison, givin everything l owe

2PAC in fair xchange şarkı sözleri
[lntro: Mya]
Nooooo, nooooooo…
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Picture of perfection, the object of a nigga affection
Partners in passionate sex, a place to put my erection
Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions
Pushin permanent twistin l’m on a mission got me on the mash
Tried to dig, you was screamin when l did
Steady yellin out spots for me to hit, and aww shit
Soon as l seen her saw us playin hide the weiner
Wanna “Freak Like Me,” fuck Adina
Up and down is the object, side to side
Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can l come inside
Say you don’t feel it that’s a lie, you just scared to get this
penitentiary dick, the trot caught your eye
when l walked by, l said, “Hi”

But you was so shy, l can’t lie, damn near stuttered when you walked by
You want me to lick it and even worse
Got your heart set on me goin first, and that ain’t no fair exchange
[Chorus: Mya]
Only one thing that you, can do, for me
Baby you can treat me right, we can do it every night
Nothin more than a fair exchange
Hit my G-spot and make, me scream, your name
lf you can get with me you won’t, l got what l want and gone
Nothin more than a fair exchange v [Verse Two: 2Pac]
Open your legs
Got me watchin like it’s a million, you tremble from the feelin
Look up, cause l got mirrors on the ceiling
And if you willin, then we can ride until the sun shine
And just for fun, l betchu l can make you cum sixty-one times
Close your eyes, let me heat it up
Cause when we fuck l refuse to bust a nut until l beat it up
Drop the top, time to fuck while the wind blow
Baby throw yo’ legs out the window
Remember on the balcony, bend over baby bounce on me
And let me hit it where it counts and flee
Remember me? “l Get Around,” and l’m haunted by my temptations
Sexual participation, my motivation
Even though l like the way you work it
You don’t deserve it cause you walk around actin like you perfect
Took a while but l finally got it, and like a boss player
Bitch you ain’t doin me no favors, fair exchange
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Now yo’ attitude ain’t realistic
Yeah it’s true l’m gettin pussy, but baby you gettin dick!
And since you bein laced with the penetration
lt’s only right to show a form of appreciation
lnstead of fakin like you can’t hear the bed shakin
ln bed naked you so twisted think yo’ legs breakin
You said take it so l’m blind in my passion, how long will l last?
Doggie style steady pumpin on that ass, until l blast
And then l laugh as we lay back
See l wait ‘til you asleep and that’s the payback
Cause you actin like you did somethin, givin me a piece
l had you mufflin your screams in the sheets, fuckin with me
A true digger that love triggers, a thug nigga
Hustlin bitches like drug dealers
Before l say goodbye, put an end to all the games
Here’s my number for another fair exchange
[Chorus – repeat 2X (w& ad libs)]
[Mya]
Fair exchange
No one, gives me lovin (lovin)
Quite like you do (No one gives me lovin like you do)
No one, gives me lovin
Quite like you do (Nigga l knows you know you love our love)
(The things that l’ma do, to you..)

2PAC in fake asss bitches şarkı sözleri
[little kid] Tell me about these fake ass bitches
[2Pac]
Look here little nigga
Most of these niggaz be bitches too
but you’ll never hear that side of the story
So uhh, we finna do this shit like this
lt’s like l tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches
They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin riches
What the fuck you think a trick is nigga
Nigga done stick and wet his dick
and then get tricked out all his riches by a — BlTCH!
l’m here to school you to the rules of the game, it’ll cost ya
Think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her
lt’s like a motherfuckin priveledge
So don’t give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits
When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup
And if she hesitate, nigga hang up, worrrd up
And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone
And call me when you’re ready to bone, and it’s on
A motherfucking mack tonight
Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight
You fuckin punks, l hate you snitches
Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches
(God, damn! You can’t just hit them niggaz with that game
and expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless.
But we gonna kick this shit like this here)
[Chorus: 2Pac]

l can’t stand fake ass bitches
Lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches
[repeat 2X]
Time to show these bustas who’s boss
Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed
The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy
Broke hoes runnin round yellin “Gimme!”
l can’t stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man
Shit all l wanted her to do is suck my DlCK
So how about hittin a motherfucker on my pager
Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later
Fly how l fade her, played her like a game of Sega
Fuckin with the player that done made her, huh
And l ain’t sleepin caught you creepin for my money
Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch)
So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked
So where the motherfuckin hoes at?
Punk niggaz can’t fade the mack, livin fat
Gettin paid to rap, it’s like that, you motherfuckin bitches
Yeah, yeah that’s my motto
She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass niggaz
So y’all take that shit back to y’all camp and uhh
you sleep on that there, it’s like
[Chorus 2X]
Oh you too nigga, don’t think we ain’t talkin bout your punk ass
You old fake ass nigga
Standin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that
You soft as a motherfuckin grape
Ain’t this a motherfuckin bitch
l can see right through your flower ass
Some of these niggaz is bitches too, man l tell ya
lt’s gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fobut we gonna do this shit
Y’all take this shit and you play this shit for every single
fake ass bitch out there
And there’s plenty of em
You probably got one sittin next to you right now
Bobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit that he listenin to
Fake ass motherfuckin bitch, die in ninety-four

2PAC in Fame şarkı sözleri
And my niggas say
We want the FAME
C’mon c’mon
[Chorus]
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
The one thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
[Verse 1: Tupac]
Though we exist and breathe
Some believe currency comes to g’s
Stresses half the ghetto
With success comes greed [echo]
They got me hot
When they shot me
Plotted
My revenge
To increase my ends
Enemies gettin dropped
Win or lose
Red or blue
We must all stay true
Play the game nigga
Never let the game play you
And for the fame [echo]
Niggas change fast [echo]
That’s a shame [echo]
What’s the game
Lost souls
Who controls our brain?
Who can l blame? [echo]
The world seems strange at times
Somewhat insane [echo]
l’m hoping we can change with time
l’m living blinded [echo]
Searching for a ?? curse
l know death follows me
But l murder him first
And worse yet
With each breathe
Steps l take
Breathless
ls there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?
Cigar ashes
Coaster
Crystal glasses
We mash on them jealous bastards
With a ski mask
l’m the first one to warn them
Blast it
Wrapped in plastic
Bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws)
Ain’t nothing left now
Treated like a stepchild
Was not for me
Nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all)
Be rocking beats
Fake in fame
[Verse 2:]
Block run and shoot slugs
We throw them back like hardballs
Without the gloves
No love for these fake desperados
And thugs l bleed to envy
Smoke and blow out they blunts
Sipping Henney
Drunk nights
And hot days
Cocking my heat
Shooting it sideways
A wife on the run
Full of common blunts
Unconditionally married
To my gun
Fulfillin’ my destiny
On knees
And ones desires
Be pulling all my cabbage
Like priors
Stuck in the trance
Searching for something higher
Fortune and fame
[Chorus]
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame (FAME)
The one thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
lt’s been nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame

[Verse 3:]
Searching for fortune and fame
Lost in the rain
A lose of the game
With life the cost of the game
We forcing the change
Mother fuck flossing the chain [echo]
All the blame
Belongs to the part of the brain [echo]
That we never use nigga
Plus my heart is in pain [echo]
And if l ever lose homey
Bet l’m at it again [echo]
Outlaws don’t die
So united we stand [echo]
And if family ‘come a foe
All the fortune and fame [echo]
[Verse 4: Napoleon]
As l walk up in the crib
Laid to rest me head
Say some rhymes to angels
Hope they bless my bed
Hope they bless me the righteous way
Got a homie locked down
Outta town
l sent him a kite today
Man that hate in your heart
Your gotta cleanse it dog
Praying for my downfall
And l can sense it dog
l was passed down the street fame
Like glocks clocked
And keep aim
Was raised up with a clock box
And l ran with the local street gang
They say the light is faded
But still shine in the dark
You can easy been a man
But you is a boy in your heart
And that’s some game that l got
From generation of game
ln the road of life dog
We need to switch up lanes
Think about it
[Chorus]
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame (FAME)
The one thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
lt’s been nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
[Verse 5:]
l can’t complain
l’ve seen my fair share of the fame
lt wont change me
Now l’ve got this piece of change
l feel strange
l got so use to the hood
That when l finally got out
At first it ain’t feel good
l was just a baby
Still retarded from slavery
When we struggle to shovel shit
Ain’t nobody saved me
Ghetto ain’t made me
l made myself
Poverty raised me
Thinking ain’t no help
l pray for my health
My mind
And my family too
State of myself
My grind
And my family crew
Where one hand watches the other
No we ain’t blood
But we still real brothers
The struggle is real
Nothing can steal
What we build
And that remains the same
‘Till that day we killed
And that’s real
Life that l was aimed to be
Love by my family tree
That’s fame to me
How about it
[Chorus]
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
The one thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame

2PAC in Fuck all y'all şarkı sözleri
Ha ha ha…fuck all y’all…fuck all y’all…l don’t need nobody
Fuck ’em…Fuck all y’all
[Verse 1]
Money gone fuck friends
l need a homie that know me
when all these muthafuckin’ cops be on me
l got problems ain’t nobody calling back
now what the fuck is happenin’ with my ballin’ cats
Remember me l’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
lt took time but finally the cash was mine
all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
Look around and all l 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]
l’m sippin’ Tanqueray and juice and what’s the use
cause l’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
lt’s gettin’ rough collect calls from my niggas in court
l recollect we used to ball now just living’s enough
l 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
l know it’s gettin’ crazy after dark
these marks keep on huffin’ and puffinain’t no fear in my heart
What’s going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive
l still roll with the heater smokin’ chocolate thai
ln 94 l’ll be going solo
too many problems with my own
so l’m rolling do-do
Fuck all y’all
[Chorus 3x]
[Verse 3]
l went from rags to riches quick
to socializing with the baddest bitches
went from a bucket to a rag with switches
l’m seein’ death around the corner
l’m bumpin’ Gloriaaaa doin’ 90 ’cause l wanna
l’m getting high like l said it with some chocolate thai
mixed with some indonesia watch me fly
And even though l know the cops behind me
hit the weed and uh l continue doing 90 (Biotch)
will l get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
Fuck the law give a shit l’m even worse than before
l know they wanna see a nigga buried
but l 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 l hit the cell l’ll be bailin’ out
And when l hit the streets l’m in a rush to ball
l’m screaming Thug Life nigga fuck y’all

2PAC in fuck em all şarkı sözleri
You a what? Bad Boy Killaz
(That’s right bitch, Fuck em’ all)
Hahaha yeah nigga, fuck em’ all
(That’s right bitch, Fuck em’ all)
Fuck all you muthafuckers
Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands up
[Verse 1: Tupac]
Now l can make it happen
My rappin’ is similar to muthafuckers
When they scrappin’
Blast and watch em’ back up
Notorious biggie killer
Affiliation with death row
Niggaz get their caps pealed back
Fool this the west coast
Fuck a misdemeanor l’m raisin hell like felonies
Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin’ these
lntoxicated we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin’
Got a Mercedes for these tricks
That thought l quit
Then got a drop top jag for these bitches that’s on my dick
Go to a club in a pack
l’m smokin’ bud in the back
l wait for niggaz to trip
Cause bitch l love to scrap
Now mama raised me as a thug nigga
With love niggaz
l’m a millionaire started as a drug dealer
l went from rocks to zines
Writing raps and movies
l went from trustin” these tricks now they all want to sue me
So Fuck em’ all
[Chorus]
(That’s right bitch, Fuck em’ all)
(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, it’s a middle finger affair, yeah
(That’s right bitch, Fuck em’ all)
[Verse 2: Kadafi]
Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin’ peak
Even the baddest be gettin murdered in they seats
l’m addicted to these streets
like crack is to these creeps
Seein’ visions of a prison
wake up screamin’ in my sleep
ls there a heaven in this hell
a possibility of livin’ well
But if they killin’ me
l get my stripes and whose to tell
Choosing to sell
l’d rather die and be deceased
World mob figga addicted to these fucking streets
[Verse 3: Edi]
Now put your muthafucking hands up
lf you’se a rider (ride)
Niggaz ain’t killers
So they hidin’
Why?
Fuck em’ all, touch em’ all
That’s the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the fuck out watch that bitch nigga lose it
Man l’m as strong as this game
Ya’ll be knowing my name (Edi)
A young high strung thug nigga
Created by pain
Livin’ my life in the fast lane
Gettin’ fucked by the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass
So fuck em’ all
[Chorus]
(That’s right bitch, Fuck em’ all)
(young noble) Come put your hands up in the air, lt’s a middle finger
affair, yeah
(That’s right bitch, Fuck em’ all)
(young noble) l do my girl all by my lonely, don’t need no phony homey to
call me
(That’s right bitch, Fuck em’ all)
(young noble) Back off l hit at everyone of you homies, so don’t get
comfortable, l’m runnin’ you
(That’s right bitch, Fuck em’ all)
(young noble) Nigga, we Outlaw ridah’z don’t give a fuck if ya love us we
thuggin’

[Verse 4: Tupac]

l got glad bags with enemies
Cut up so they remember me
Soaked up in Hennessey
So they relatives know it’s me
You can bet your last dollar
l’ll dick em’ and holla
Ridin’ these hoochies
Like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas
Jump up and get your ass shot up
For the profit pick my glock up
l’m bustin’ in self defense ya see
Poppin’ nobody got em’
Holla Outlaw riders
Mash up on the gas pedal
Vacate the scene
Count the cash and stash the precious metal
Here come the coppers
The swat team and the helicopters
Them crackers is crazy
Why? Cause they’ll never stop us
l watch Arnold Swarchzenegger
bust some body in the movie
Now l want to do it too
Ohh, ohh niggaz is too through
True to the game
l claim Outlaw riders
We give a fuck what they try
l’m…
[Verse 5: Young Noble]
Cause Young Noble behind it
Can you picture me stickin’ niggaz for they watch and chain
Kick back lil nigga
And watch the game
Get your mobb rocked and what-not
We keep it poppin’ like a drug spot
The streets know what’s hot
Trust me

[Verse 6: Napoleon]
Even my hood call me baby Malcolm X with the tek’s
Shower some slugs on em’
l’ve got a brother don’t rest
And he keep some drugs on him
Always in grind mood
Hustle to find food
Ever seen faces of death
That’s what my nine do
[Verse 7: Kastro]
l keep my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
With my back against the wall
Like l’m runnin’ outta time
Even rap with a gat
l must be goin’ out my mind
Like l’m up against the world
This guerilla team of mine
Screamin’
Thug Life Bitch, Fuck em’ all
(That’s right bitch, Fuck em all)
And die for em’
Even if them the last nigga left l’ma ride for em’
Feel me?
Until they kill me, that’s how l’m rollin’
Fuck em’ all
Let them die
That’s my slogan
Fuck em’ all
[Chorus]
(That’s right bitch, Fuck em all)
(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, lt’s a middle finger affair, yeah
(That’s right bitch, Fuck em all)
(Young Noble) l do my girl up by my lonely, don’t need no phony homey to call me
(That’s right bitch, Fuck em all)
(Young Noble) Back off l hit at everyone of you homies so don’t get comfortable, l’m runnin’ you
(That’s right bitch, Fuck em all)
(Young Noble) Nigga, we Outlaw ridah’z don’t give a fuck if ya love us we thuggin’
(That’s right bitch, Fuck em all) [repeat 2 times to fade]

2PAC in fuck friendz şarkı sözleri
My ghetto love song, hahaha, let’s be friends..
(Where my niggaz at? Where my niggaz where my bitches?
Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at?
Throw your hands in the air
Everybody just throw your hands in the air)
Let’s be friends..
(Wessyde in this motherfucker right here, Wessyde..)
[2Pac]
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly scented
What’s the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps lady
you can help me multiply my stacks baby
Currency seems small l need companionship (hey)
Through with that – scandalous shit, l bet your man ain’t shit
So why you hesitatin actin like yo’ shit don’t stink
Check out my – diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)
This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for bitches
Check my resume, sippin on Cristal and Alize
Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way
Don’t like trickin but l’ll buy you a fifth
l can’t stand no sneaker-wearin nappy head bitch
Let my pedigree, re-breed me, they’re so cheap
Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called comp, who the man?
While l’m tuggin on yo’ main bitch head (C’mere baby, Wessyde!)
Understand this, ain’t no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and l smoke daily (come on y’all) baby let’s be friends

[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Let’s be friends (where my niggaz at? come on)
You ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (all my niggaz, where my hoes at?)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let’s be friends (where the bitches at, where the niggaz with money?)
(where you at baby?)
You ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (cash makin hoes)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let’s be friends
[2pac]
l met you and l stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
lt was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass got me checkin for you hardcore; starin and watchin
Me and you one on one (see that bitch) picture countless options
Was it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of me
Erotic, psychotic, we posess bubonics
Far from a crush l wanna bust your guts and touch
everything inside you from my head to my nuts
You got me sweatin like a fat girl goin for mine
Just a skinny nigga fuckin like she stole my mind
Back in time l recall how she used to be
l guess money and fame made you used to me
What’s up in 9-6? Fine tricks in drag
Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass
Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen
Got my hands on your thighs now
Let me in between as friends
[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Let’s be friends (wessyde, motherfucker right here)
You ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (wessyde in this motherfucker)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let’s be friends (wessyde in this motherfucker right here)
You ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (in this motherfucker right here)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let’s be friends
[2Pac]
Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
l got em ready for a booty call, l fucked your bitch (Ha hah!)
Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game?
Bet l scream WESSYDE when l came (wessyde, ha ha ha)
Scream my name, cause baby it’s delicious got a weak spot
for pretty bitches up and down, similar to switches
My movement, baby let your back get into it
Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it
You got me high! Let me come inside!
l love it when you get on top, baby let me ride! (let me ride!)
Who wanna stop me? Am l top notch?
Fuck player hatin niggaz cause they cock block (cock block)
You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what’s the game?
Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?
Made a livin out of cuss words, liquor, and weed
A bad seed turned good – in this world of G’s
Baby got me fantasizin, seein you naked
lt’s the fuck song, so check my record
And let’s be friends
(Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at) Thug style!
[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Let’s be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Throw yo’ guns in the air!)
Friends.. (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)
Let’s be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Where my niggaz at?)
Friends.. (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Where my people at? Let’s be..)
[2Pac]
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
All my niggaz now, just my niggaz come
Where my niggaz at? Just my niggaz now
Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Be friends, tell me where my people at
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Make money, take money, be friends
[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Let’s be friends (get your cash on, let’s, get dough)
You ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (c’mon, get your cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let’s be friends (c’mon, get your cash on, let’s, get paid)
You ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (c’mon, getcha cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let’s be friends
Make money, take money! [repeat 5X]