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All Eyez On Me
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Album - All Eyez On Me

Release date - 1996

CD1

AMBITIONS AS A RIDAH

Chorus
I won't deny it
I'm a straight rider
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police busting at me
But they can't do nothing to a G (You know how we do it)
(Let's get ready to rumble)
(You really don't want in the mind of a nigga)
You don't wanna fuck with me
(That'll get down for his)
Got the police busting at me
But they can't cause nothing to a G
(Money over bitches)
I won't deny it
I'm a straight rider
You don't wanna fuck with me (Stay on your grind nigga)
Got the police busting at me (My ambitions as a rider)
I'm a straight rider
You don't wanna fuck with me (My ambitions as a ridah)
I'm a straight rider
You don't wanna fuck with me
(I'm a straight rider)

Verse one
So many battlefields scars
While driving in plush cars
'Cause life as a rap star
Is nothing without God
Was born rough and rugged
Addressing 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 (uh)
And my ambitions as a rider
Catch her while she's hot and horny
Go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear
Go to the tele, hoe
Equipped with money and a Benz
'Cause bitch, I'm barely broke
I'm smoking bomb ass weed feeling crucial
From player to player
The game's tight
The feeling's mutual
From hustling them friends
To breaking motherfuckers to paying
I've got no time for these bitches
'Cause these hoes tried to play us
I'm on a meal ticket
Mission
Wanting me
So I'm wishing
Competition got me rich
On that bullshit they're stressing (Booyah)
I'ma ride, though
Clown hoes like it's mandatory
No guts, no glory
My nigga
Bitch got the game distorted
Now it's on and it's on because I said so
Couldn't trust a bitch in the business
So I've got with Death Row
Now these money hungry bitches getting suspicious
Started plottin' and planning on schemes
To come and twist us
But thug niggas be on point and game tight (Yeah)
Me, Syke and bulldogs
Rapped up the same night
Got problems?
Then handle it
Motherfuckers see me
These niggas is jealous
'Cause deep in their hearts
They wanna be me (uh)
Yeah, now you got me right beside you
Hoping you're listening
I catch you're paying attention
To my ambitions as a rider

Chorus
I'm a straight rider, you don't wanna fuck with me
My ambitionz as a rider
Got the police busting on me, but they can't do nothing to a G
(I'm a str8 ridah)

Verse two
It was my only wish to rise
Above these jealous, coward, motherfuckers I despise
When it's time to ride
I was the first off this side
Give me the .9
I'm ready to die right here tonight (yeah nigga)
And motherfuck their life
That's what they're screaming
As they drill me (that's all you niggas got?)
But I'm hard to kill
So open fire
That's how you kill me
Witness my steel
Spitting at adversaries
Envious and after me
I'd rather die before they catch me
Watch me bleed
Mama corrected me
I'm suicidal
Thinking thoughts
I'm innocent
There be bullets flying when in court
Fuck doing jail time
Better day
Sacrifice
Won't get a chance to do me
Like they did my nigga, Ty
Thugging for life
And if you're right
Then nigga die for it
Let them other brothers try
At least you tried for it
When it's time to die
Be a man
Pick the way to leave
Fuck peace and the police
My ambitions as a rider

Chorus
I'm a straight rider, you don't wanna fuck with me
My ambitions as a rider
Got the police busting at me, but they can't do nothing to a G

Verse three
My murderous lyrics
Equipped with spirits of those thugs
Them phonies
Pay off the block
Evade the cops
'Cause I know they're coming for me
I've been hesitant to re-appear
Been away for years
Now I'm back (I'm back)
My adversaries been reduced to tears
Question my methods
Just wrecking these
Sure as them bitches bleed
Niggas is feeling the fire
My mother's corrupted seed
Blast me (Buck, buck, buck)
But they didn't finish
Didn't diminish
My powers
So now I'm back to be a motherfucking menace
They're cowards
That's why they tried to set me up
Had bitch ass niggas on my team (team)
So indeed
They wet me up
But I'm back reincarnated (reincarnated)
Incarcerated
At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it
Laced with lyrics that's legendary
Musical mercenary
For money
I had these motherfuckers buried
I've been getting much mail in jail
Niggas telling me to kill it
Knowing when I get out
They're gonna feel it
Witness the realest
A who rider
When I put the shit inside
They'll cry
From all your people when they find him
Just remind him
My history will prove up in it
Revenge on them niggas that played me
And all tha cowards that was down with it
Now it's your nigga right beside you
Hoping you're listen and catch you paying attention
To my ambitions as a rider

Chorus
I won't deny it
I'm a straight rider, you don't wanna fuck with me
My ambitions as a rider
Got the police busting at me, but they can't do nothing to a G
I won't deny it
I'm a straight rider, you don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police busting at me, but they can't do nothing to a G
I won't deny it
I'm a straight rider, you don't wanna fuck with me

 

ALL ABOUT U


Uh Yeah (heh heh)
Yeah
It's all about ... One Time
I'ma show it's all about you baby
It's all about u
Jewell in the house
And my boy prisnap
It's all about
Yeah, Ima say it's all about you but you'll never mind though
Huh, yeah

Verse one: 2PAC
You're probably crooked as the last trick
Wonder how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch
Thinking I had her but she had me in the long run
It's just my luck I'm stuck in fucking with wrong one
Wise decisions based on lies we're living
Scandalous times is games like my religion
You could be rolling with a thug
Instead you with this weak scrub
Looking for some love
In every club
I see you staring 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
Bumping in walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life
I try to holler but you tell me you're taken
Saying you ain't impressed with the money I'm making
Guess it's true what they're telling me
Fresh out of jail lights hell for a black celebrity
So that's the reason why I call
And maybe you're with it
Fantasies of a slut
And can I hit it [laughs]?
Addicted to the things you do
It's still true what I'm saying, boo
'Cause this is all about you

Chorus: Nate Dogg
Every other city we go
Every other video (it's all about you)
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe
Every other city we go
Every other video (it's all about you)
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe

Verse two: 2PAC
I'll make a promise if you go with me
Just let me know, I'll have you hollering
My name out before I leave
Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga
I only hang out with the criminals and drug dealers
I love niggas
Be coming from the same place
Witness me holler at a hoochie, see how quick the game takes
How can I tell her I'm a player?
And I don't even care
Creep, low
Weed smokes into the air
Everywhere I go, it's all about the groupy hoe
Waiting for niggas at the end of every show
I just seen you in my friend's video
Never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go
Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm going through
It's all about you
(laughs)
(yeah nigga)

Chorus: Nate Dogg
Every other city we go
Every other video (it's all about you)
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe
Every other city we go
Every other video (it's all about you)
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe

Verse three: Fatal
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 niggas too

Verse four: Kadafi
You couldn't hold me back
It'll take a fatter track, a lyrical attack
Or perhaps it was a visual bluff
When I started to snaps swole your roll up slow
Straight in control
Frozen foe
Why hold a cold stroll?
Hold a sec
I told you I'm as gold
And that's gold digging
Cold diggin a hoe groupy bitch

Verse five: Fatal
I slide in easily
Try a greasily
Sluts know the cuts
I came to fuck
Try squeezing me
Running up in this
It's like ? when I bring you at the most
I fuck a bitch from the West Coast to every other country

Chorus: Nate Dogg
Every other city we go
Every other video (it's all about you)
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe
Every other city we go
Every other video (it's all about you)
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe
Every other city we go
Every other video (it's all about you)
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe
Every other city we go
Every other video (it's all about you)
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe

Speaking: Snoop Dogg
I'm telling you
It's the same old shit
I mean, Goddamn, you know what I'm saying?
I'm sitting back watching Montell Jordan video
I see the same bitch, who was in the homeboy Nate Dogg's video
Then I flip the channel
I'm checking out the my homeboy Tupac video
I see the same bitch that was in my video
Know what I'm saying?
And then, you know what I'm sayin?
To make that even more fucked up
I'm watching 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 being real
Yeah (echo)

 

SKANDALOUZ

Speaking
[Tupac] Hey Nate, you know you got the vocals on this motherfucker
We're gonna talk about these scandalous hoes
[Nate Dogg] I can talk about scandalous bitches
[Tupac] I know you can, I know, that's why we gonna do it, Daz on the beat
Hey Daz, nigga, stop fucking around with the piano nigga just drop that shit like, uh, this here
[Daz Dillinger] Check it out

Verse one: Tupac
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
With the pager of mine, baby you was all up on me
While you proceed with precision
You had them save a hoes
No, I ain't mad at you, baby
Go ahead and play the fools
They choose not to listen
So now he's stuck inside his house
And can't leave without his bitch permission
My mission is to be a playa
My alias is boss
Drop the top on these jealous niggas
Player, let me floss
Y'all don't wanna see me in pain
I'll leave that ass like Toni Braxton, never breathing again
You're scandalous
I never liked your back stabbing ass, trick
Used to watching money grab and you bagging, beitch
Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust
'Cause bitches live so 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

Verse two: Tupac
How's it hanging?
'Cause baby, from the back the shit is banging
I'll be stressing in this ghetto game
Trying to do my thang
Won't be no bullshit, no ass kissing
'Cause bitch, I'll have you waking up
With all your cash missing, I'm asking
As if I'm qualified, to analyze
You looking at a bitch that specialize in telling lies
She got a body make a motherfucker fantasize
Her face ain't never shed a tear through her scandalous eyes
Blushing, pressuring and popping
Plus I knew she was a freak bitch
So why should it bother me?
I've finally been sprung
Addicted to the heat of her tongue
Although, I don't know where I'm going, she's making me come
I've been trained as a boss player
So hoochie staying, we got some hookers we can toss later
Before I let her get me I've got up
Went into her purse and took a hundred dollars
Nigga, I'm so 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

Verse three: Tupac
Dangerous and ambitious while scheming on getting riches
I'm spitting at tricks, 'cause I'm addicted to pretty bitches
Currency motivated, not easily terminated
Now that we made it, my niggas can never be faded
This is my prophecy, I gotta be paid
All you cowards that try to stop me, is begging for early graves
I thought we was cool, I was a fool
Thinking you could be true, when I don't fuck with your punk crew
These are the tales from my niggas doing time in the cell
I went from hell to living well
Busting at niggas who said my name in vain
I ain't 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 calling me
I'm toking free on the highway
Formulating plans, I can't wait till I see L.A. [laughs]

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
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
She's so scandalous
She's so scandalous
She's so scandalous
She's so scandalous
She's so scandalous
She's so scandalous
She's so scandalous
She's so scandalous

 

GOT MY MIND MADE UP

Verse one: Daz Dillinger
You find a MC like me who's strong
Leaving motherfuckers 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 more power I gain
And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck your brain
Imagine and keep on wishing 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 create a 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'ma ride
Breaking in gas with the .68 all day
In and out with my pay
I'm soon to count the bodies

Verse two: 2PAC
So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation
So you can be more familiar with the nigga you're facing
We must be patient nothing better than communication
Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stations
Sorry I left that ass waiting
No more procrastination give up to fate and get that ass shaking
I'm busting and making motherfuckers panic
Don't take your 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 activating your soul
You know, the way this games getting told
Yo, two years ago a friend of mine
Told me Alizé and Cristal blows your mind
Bear witness to the dopest fucking rhyme I wrote
Taking off my coat, clearing my throat

Chorus: Method Man
I've 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've got my mind made up, come on
Get in, get in too
Let it ride, tonight's the night

Verse three: Kurupt
Well I comes through with two packs
Of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fucking sac won't collapse
'Cause nowadays, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MCs
Shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electrifying like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfucking poisonous touch
I'm a MC with lyrics that's the fucking bombay
You got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay
My rhymes, I'll leave a mark on your mind
As the deadly vibes spread through your head like sand pine
There's no escape, nah, I ain't blasting
I use my mental to assassinate assassins for those asking
Opposed to laughing, raw maniacal villian
Laughter enhances the chances of the killing
Why is that?
'Cause smiling faces deceive
You best believe, to MCs I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe
Your whole camp's under seige and I'm Jason Voorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall
You already have an idea about tha superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To L.A. 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, sticking up jews wit German lugers
The Mr. Methtical from Staten Isle
Will be back after this message don't touch the dial
Rarely do you see a MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket, blaow
Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan
Half of my Clan's three deep felons
Niggas best protect their joints for Nine Nickel
Man I stay on point like icicles
Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical?
All up in your motherfucking 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 falling fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

Verse Five: Redman
Ayo, lyrical gas spitting the 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 your 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, the dogs can't fetch
Got the clear spot from the rear block
To bust till every nigga here drop, men I fear not
Hold your nose and blow out till your ears pop
Since your crew suit you to shift now you claim that you gets lot
With this underground cannabis
I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst
Then proceeds like keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LPs
Lick off a shot and hit your fan by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I've planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it
I'm the one pushing the hearse in the first place
Confidence for you shaky ass folks
Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked
Choke, off this antedote got you open, zeros
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 colt
And I'm out for nine nickel

Talking
I.N.S. the rebels
West, list this, this, this

 

HOW DO U 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 1: Tupac

Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out 
Gotta nigga wantin' it so bad I'm about 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 fiending
Body talking shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning
Now if ya wanna roll with me
Then here's ya chance
Doin 80 on the freeway
Police catch me if you care
Forgive me I'm a ridah
Still I'm just a simple man
All I want is money fuck the fame
I'm a simple man
Mr. International
Playa with a passport
Just like a latter bitch
Get you anything you ask for
It's either him or me
Champagne, Hennessy
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 more weed
Punk, 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 ya flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy nigga
Now tell me how 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 2: Tupac

Tell me is it cool to fuck ?
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
Come up beside ya
I ain't quitin' till the show is over
Cause I'm a ridah
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 niggas played in Cali days?
C. Deloris Tucker
You's a mothafucker
Instead of tryin' to help a nigga
You destroy a brotha
Worst than the others
Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole
You too old to understand the way the game is told
Your lame, so I gotta hit you with the high facts
Once I'm released I'm makin' millions
Niggas top that 
They wanna censor me, they rather see me in a cell
Livin' in hell
With only a few of us to live to tell
Now everybody talking about us
I could give a fuck
Like we're the first ones to bomb and cuss
Nigga tell me how 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 3: Tupac

Raised as a youth
To tell truth
I got the scoop on how to get a bulletproof
Cause I jump on 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 cemetery
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'm 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
But I'ma mash out and peel out
I'ma murder quick that's with the whipping 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 - K-ci and JoJo 2x

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

Yeah, my nigga Johnny J up in here ... we out

Chorus 2x

 

2 OF AMERIKA'Z MOST WANTED

Speaking: Snoop Dogg
Up out of there [laughs]

Chorus: Daz Dillinger
Ain't nothing but a gangster party

Speaking: Tupac
Ah shit
You've done fucked up now (Ain't nothing but a gangster party)
You done put two of America's most wanted in the same motherfucking place
At the same motherfucking time [laughs] (Ain't nothing but a gangster party)
Y'all niggas about to feel this (Ain't nothing but a gangster party)
Break out the champagne glasses and motherfucking condoms
Have one on us, aight (Ain't nothing but a gangster party)

Verse one
[Tupac] Picture perfect
I paint a perfect picture
Bombing hoochies with precision
My intension is to get with you
With the S N double-O P Dogg
To help my fucking homie
You's a cold ass nigga on them all
[Snoop] Sure enough, I keep my hand on my gun
'Cause they've got me on the run
Now I am back in the court room waiting on the outcome
Free Tupac is always on a nigga's mind
But at the same time
It seem they're trying to take mine
So I am get smart and get the best of this shit
And put together a million march plus for gangsta shit

[Tupac] So now they got us laced
Two multimillionaire motherfuckers catching cases
Bitches get ready for the throw down
The shits about to go down (biatch)
Uh, me and Snoop about to clown
I am losing my religion
And I'm vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game
But you got some rules missing
Niggas be acting like we're savage
They out to get the cabbage
I've got nothing but love for my niggas living lavish
[Snoop] I've got a pitt named P she niggarino
I've got a house out in the Hills right next to Chino
And I think I've got a Black Beemer
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal [laughs]
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal
Uh, it feels good to you Baby Bubba
You see this is for the Gs and the Keys, motherfucker
[Tupac] Now follow as we ride
Motherfuck the rest
Two of the best from the Westside
And I can make you famous
Niggas been dying for years
So how could they blame us?
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailing these
motherfucking Gs
If you've got it better flaunt it
Another warrant
Two of America's most wanted

Chorus
[Daz Dillinger] Ain't nothing but a gangster party
Ain't nothing but a gangster party
[Tupac] Nothing but a gangster party
[Daz Dillinger] Ain't nothing but a gangster party
[Tupac] Nothing but a gangster party
It ain't nothing but a motherfucking gangster party
[Daz Dillinger] Ain't nothing but a gangster party
[Tupac] Nothing but a gangster party
It ain't nothing but a motherfucking gangster party
[Daz Dillinger] Ain't nothing but a gangster party

Verse two
[Tupac] Now give me 50 feet
If feet is not my destiny
Release me to the streets
And keep whatever's left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffery is greed
Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me
I buster free, these niggas must be crazy (What?)
There ain't no mercy, motherfuckers
Who can fade the thugs? (Right)
You thought it was but it wasn't
Now disappear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player
[Snoop] It's like cuz, blood, gang banging
Everybody in the party's doing dope slanging
You've got to have papers in this world
You might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl
You're doing your job
Every day
And then you work so hard till your hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
Ya see we live by the gun so we die by the blood of kids
[Tupac] They tell me not to roll with my glock
So now I've gotta throw away
Floating in the black Benz
Trying to do a show a day
They wonder how I live, with five shots
Niggas is hard to kill, on my block
Scheme for currency and dough related
Affiliated with the hustlas
So we made it
Your answer to the question
Trying to get up on it
My nigga, Dogg, homie, and two of the most wanted

Chorus
[Daz Dillinger] Ain't nothing but a gangster party
Ain't nothing but a gangster party
Ain't nothing but a gangster party
Ain't nothing but a gangster party
[Tupac] Nothing but a gangster party
It ain't nothing but a motherfucking gangster party
[Daz Dillinger] Ain't nothing but a gangster party
[Tupac] Nothing but a gangster party
It ain't nothing but a motherfucking gangster party
[Daz Dillinger] Ain't nothing but a gangster party
[Tupac] Nothing but a gangster party
It ain't nothing but a motherfucking gangster party
[Daz Dillinger] Ain't nothing but a gangster party
[Tupac] Nothing but a gangster party
It ain't nothing but a motherfucking gangster party (Beatch)
[Daz Dillinger] Ain't nothing but a gangster party
Ain't nothing but a gangster party [laughs] (Death Row)

NO MORE PAIN

Speaking
Hey Devante, nigga, don't cha know we're gonna sow up every bitch in the country?
Me and you, up in the same motherfucking room, on the same level
This shit here [laughs]
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, gaming you hoes
Who else but mama's only son, fuck the phony niggas I'm the one
Say my name, watch bitches come, now fire
When ready, stay watching 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
Holler my name and witness game official, it's so sick
Have every single bitch that came with cau, on my dick
Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased
I'm moving you stupid bitches, vicious telekenesis
Am I reaching your brain?
Nigga, how can I explain?
How vicious this thug motherfucker came
When I die, I wanna be a living legend, say my name
Affiliated with this motherfuckin game, with no more pain

Chorus

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astro plane

(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 freaky shit they say about me, uh
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 glocks spittin' rounds
Niggas falling down clutchin' they stomachs
It's Westside, Death Row, thug niggas 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 secrets of 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 feel no more pain

Chorus 4X

Verse Three: 2Pac

Bury me that's what they all say
It's time to make a killing
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 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
Baptized the public
Now you all thugs, nigga don't you love it?
It's similar to multiple gunshots
Retaliation is a must
Wasn't too sure what you facing 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 niggas
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 biatch
In case you wondering
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, skandelous 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!

 

HEARTZ OF MEN

Tupac Talking

Hey, Suge
What I tell you nigga,
When I come out of jail what was I gonna do?
I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest right?
Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, nigga
Them binoculars

Ha ha ha ha, yeah nigga
Time to ride
Grab your bullet proof vest nigga cause its gon' be a long one
Now me and Quik gonna show you niggas what its like on this side
The real side
Now on this ride there's gonna be some real mothafuckas and there's gonna be some pussies
Now the real niggas are gonna be the ones with money and bitches
The pussies gonna be the niggas on the floor bleeding
Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride gets tricky
See you got some niggas on your side that say they your friends but in real life, they your enemies
And then you got some mothafuckas that say they your enemies
But in real life they eyes is on your money
See enemies'll say the true
But in real life them niggas will be snitches
Its a dirty game y'all
Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with
Cause the shit get wild y'all
Keep your mind on your riches baby
Keep your mind on your riches

Verse 1

9-1-1 its an emergency
Cowards tried to murder me
From the hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me
Shit I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed
Nothing more I despise than a liar, and cowards die
My mama told me when I was a seed
Just a vicious mothafucker while these devils left me free
I proceed to make them shiver
When I deliver
Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli
Niggas is waiting for some thug shit that's what they tell me
So many rumors but I'm infinite Immortal Outlaw
Switching up on you ordinary bitches like a south paw, you get left
And every breath I breathe
Until the moment I'm deceased
Will be another moment ballin' as a G
I rip the crowd then I start again
Internally I live in sin until the moment that they let me breathe again
The heartz of men

Chorus

No heart for the righteous
I was in every gang
There was about five I was in all of them
Which ever one was winning (That's my side)

The Heartz of Men

I was the one fighting the chicks
A chick made a move with me like this one too I got a swollen eye once
I had my fists up ready like this ...
Motherfucker put your hands down

Verse 2

My lyrical verse
With so much pain that to some niggas it hurts
My guns bust
If you ain't one of us
It gets worse
Bitch niggas get their eyes swole
In fly mode I'm an homicidal outlaw
And five-o get your lights on
The fight's on
Tonight's gonna be a fucking fight so we might roll
My own homies say I'm heartless
But I'm a G to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardless
Drive-by niggas bow down
I thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, a niggas out now
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
First nigga act up, first nigga getting drugged out
I can be a villain if yah let me
I'll motherfuck ya if ya do upset me
Tell the cops to come and get me
Rip the crowd like a phone number
Then start again
Don't have no motherfuckin' friends nigga
Look inside the heartz of men

Chorus

No heart for the righteous
Everybody knows where my niggas been
Every week he get his ass wiping
He never wins a fight, but he always wants to fight you
(Deep in the hearts of men)
No heart for the righteous
You don't get out of the way I'ma kick your ass
(Deep in the hearts of men)
Well, well, that's an ass wiping, I gotta take

Verse 3

To all my niggas engaged in making money in the 50 states
Keep your mind on your chips, and fuck a punk bitch
No longer living in fear, my pistol closed in hands
Convinced that this is my year, like I'm the chosen man
Give me my money and label me as a Don
If niggas is having problems I open fire a bomb
I died and came back
I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a gang of crack
Thugging is in my spirit
I'm lost and not known
Scarred up, but still flown
Energizers still going (uh)
Can it be fate, that makes a sick mother fucker break
On these jealous ass cowards cause they evil and fake?
What will it take?
Just give me that bass line, I'm feeling bomb
Deathrow baby don't be alarmed
The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat
And let me start again
Representin' cause I been sent
The Heartz of Men

Chorus

No heart for the righteous
.. slapped me upside the head again
One of those good ones too, sounded (kieya)
I ain't never even shot nobody

And I was in every gang
There was about five and I was in all of them
Which ever one was winning (That's my side)
I was the one fighting the chicks

 

LIFE GOES ON

Chorus

How many brothas fell victim to the streets
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 the last ones left
But life goes on

How many brothas fell victim to the streets
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 the last ones left
And life goes on

Verse 1

As I bail through the empty halls
Breath stinkin' in my draws
Ring, ring, ring, quiet y'all
Incoming call
Buzzed this my homie from high school
He's getting bye
It's time to worry another brotha
Nobody cry
Life as a baller
Alcohol and booty calls
We usta do them as adolescents
Do you recall?
Raised as G's
Locced out and blazed the weed
Get on the roof
Let's get smoked out and blaze with me
Two in the morning and we still high assed out
Screamin' thug till I die
Before I passed out
But now that your gone
I'm in the 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 drink a 5th for that ass
When you pass
Cause life goes on

Chorus

How many brothas fell victim to the streets
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 the last ones left
But life goes on

How many brothas fell victim to the streets
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 the last ones left
And life goes on

Verse 2

Yeah nigga I got tha word it's hell
Blew trial and the judge gave you 25 with an L (life)
Time to prepare to do fed time won't see parole
Imagine life as a convict
That's gettin' old
Plus with the drama
We're lookin' out for your babies mama
Taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin' on her
Life in the hood
Is all good for nobody
Remember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties
Me and you
No truer two
While scheming on hits
And gettin tricks
That maybe we can slide into
But now you buried
Rest nigga cause I ain't worried
Eyes blurried
Sayin' goodbye at the cemetery
Though memories fade
I got your name tatted on my arm
So we both ball till' my dying days
Before I say goodbye
Kato and Mentor rest in peace
Thug till I die

Chorus

How many brothas fell victim to the streets
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 the last ones left
And life goes on
How many brothas fell victim to the streets
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 the last ones left
Cause life goes on

Verse 3

Bury me smilin'
With G's in my pocket
Have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it
Let the hoes that I used ta know
From way before
Kiss me from my head to my toe
Give me a paper and 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 the fast lane
Got police chasing me
To my niggas from old blocks, from old crews
Niggas that guided me through
Back in the old school
Pour out some liquor, have a toast for the 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

Spoken overtop of chorus)

Life goes on homie
For all my homies that passed away
Niggas doin' life
Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit
I feel you nigga, trust me I feel you
Na' mean?
Last year, we poured out liquor for you
This year nigga life goes on
We're gonna glock mail
Get money
Evade bitches, evade tricks
Give player haters plenty of space
And basically just represent for you baby
Next time you see you niggas
We're gonna be on top nigga
And you'll be like, 'God Damn! Them niggas came up'
That's right baby
Life Goes On
Let me up out this bitch
Hey Kato, Mentor, you make sure it's popping when we get up there man
Don't front

 

ONLY GOD CAN JUDGE ME

Only God Can Judge Me (Is that right)
Only God baby, nobody else (nobody else)
All you other mothafuckas
Get out of my business

Verse 1: Tupac

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 in 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 seeing brothas 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

Verse 2: Tupac

... flatline ...

I hear the doctor standing over me screaming I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes
Laying here naked
Still I,
Can't breathe
Something's evil in my IV
Cause every time I breathe
I think they killing me
I'm having nightmares,
Homicidal fantasies
I wake up stranglin'
Danglin' in 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?
I try to remember but it hurts
I'm walking through the cemetery talkin' to the dirt
I'd rather die like a man
Than live like a coward
There's a ghetto up in Heaven and its 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 males trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal
Runnin' round strapped
Mr., Police
Please try to see
That there's a million mothafuckas dressin' just like me
Only God can Judge Me

Chorus

Tupac Talking

That which does not kill me can only make me stronger (That for real)
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 3: Rapping 4-Tay

Pac I feel ya
Keep servin' it on the realer
For instance
Sayin' playa hatin' marks is out ta kill ya
Would you be wrong
For bucking a nigga to the pavement?
He gonna get me first
If I don't get him
Fool, start praying
Ain't no such thing as self defense in the court of law
So judge us when we get to where were goin' on the cross
That's real
Gotti, lurk thee
Crept the fuck up on the
Sold a half a million tapes
No everybody want him
After talkin' behind my back like a bitch would
Tellin' them niggas, "you can fade us"
Punk, I wish you would
It be the same mothafuckas in your face
That'll rush up in your place
To get your safe
Knowing you on that paper chase
Grass, glass
Big screen and leather couch
My new shit is so fine
I already sold half a key and ounce
Bitch
Remember Tupac and 4-Tay
The same two brothas dodgin' bullets
And represtin' the Bay
Pac when you was locked down
That's when I'll be around
Start climbing up the charts
So sick, they try to clown
That's why they ride the bandwagon
Still be draggin' tellin' lies
Don't think I don't see you haters
I know you all in disguise

Tupac

Guess you figure you know me cause I'm a thug
That love to hit the late night club, drinked and buzzed
And living lavish like a playa all day
Now I'm 'bout to floss some boss player shit with 4-Tay
Only God can Judge me

Chorus

Only god man
That's real
Fuck everybody else
Man look here
My only fear of death is coming back to this bitch reincarnated
?
We up out

 

TRADIN' WAR STORIES


A military mind nigga
A military mind mean money
A criminal grind nigga
A criminal grind mean hustle
You know

We tradin' war stories
We outlaws on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise
Look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories
We outlaws on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise
Look in my eyes

Verse 1: Tupac

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-trigga semi-automatic mack-11 just to scare niggas
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 niggas whisper when they mention Makaveli was my crew to that I'm ?
My father figure
Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers
Hence forth
We thug niggas and we came in packs
Every one of niggas strapped sippin on 'nac (Cognac)
In the back, my AR-15
Thuggin till I die
These streets got me cravin thorozine (a drug)
My lyrics are blueprints to money makin'
Fat as that ass that honey shakin
My niggas trading war stories

Chorus

We tradin' war stories
We outlaws on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise
Look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories
We outlaws on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise
Look in my eyes

Verse 2

I must stay thuggin and shit
They call it overthuggin and shit
But I was just a young'n 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 war
To watch all these playa hatin niggas position
For I could see em all
Made it up out of there
Lucky to be here
Tell you, but it'll never be a repeat
Peep what I'm tryin to tell you

Now picture the scenery
I'm thugged out smokin greenery
Considered a BG (baby gangsta) but I'm offering 
This game something deeply
My eyes only see these
That's why I'm young and burnt out
Learned to know how, well to do now
By 18, turned out
And why I do thee
To rob and smokin', kill of my foes in the worst place
Y'all shouldn't of fucked with us
In the first place
Y'all real OG's (original gangsta) 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

We tradin' war stories
We outlaws on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise
Look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories
We outlaws on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise
Look in my eyes

Verse 3

I starts em off with this gansta raw story tale
Stackin' loot up in the coup that I protect with a mack-12
Slap my clip in the chamber
Fool
Your life's in danger (danger)
No one will remain when I come through dumpin insane
Call me baller Major Payne
Ya slay and move and gain
I be the nigga pullin the trigga and dumpin the hollow points in your brain
Mo bigger balls that Ru-Paul
Thug Life ain't a ball
We bust that ass up against a wall
? as for men call
We bucks em down on the way to the ground
Ain't nuttin but the hog in me
This stuff is real, dough
Killin the po's and keep mobbin, G
It ain't no comin' to fuck all
? with a sawed off
Blast they dirty ass drawers off
And had them bitch niggas hauled off
We tradin' war stories

Chorus

We tradin' war stories
We outlaws on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise
Look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories
We outlaws on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise
Look in my eyes

Verse 4: Napoleon

My whole family been raised
On shit that ain't ok
Ain't nothing on this earth, can make a nigga like me stay
I'm reminiscing
And catching flash backs
When niggas ran up in my house
And I was too young
To try to blast back
What happened then?
No one would tell me since I was three
Heard that got to my peoples now they living somewhere free
But fuck that
You got what's mines and I want that
Never drop my guard
Been on the squad
Since way back
And now I'm sitting
Overly angered cause my parents missing
Thuggin' Immortal we got some war stories for ya

Storm

Now look at me
Str8 Outlaw Immortal
Never gave a fuck
Cause I was nobodies daughter
Outlaw'n from my tits to my clips
Don't try figure
Cause the murderous tendencies of my mind
Can be controlled nigga
So who's the bigger?
Who's the quickest killer?
And would you try to trip
With my finger on the nine milla (millimeter)?
When I got you on all k-9 fours
Praying to God that your life
Goes back and forth
We tradin' war stories

Chorus repeated till end

Tupac talking over Chorus

War stories nigga, uh huh
What players do
Thug Life
Outlaw Immortalz
Motherfucking Tupac
AKA Makaveli
Can you feel me?
Just so you know
It's on Deathrow
Y'all niggas love that shit
Dramacydal in this motherfucker
Heh heh heh
Yeah nigga
Shout outs to my niggas Fatal and ?
C-Bo
Tha bald head nut
What?

(You know what time it is)

 

CALIFORNIA LOVE

California Love

California
Knows how to party
California
Knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good old Watts
In the citaaay, 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'll never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be, on a mission for them greens
Lean mean money-makin-machine 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 Liberachi
It's all good, from Diego to the Bay
Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay (uh)
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin it down for
Californ-i-a

Chorus

California
Knows how to party
California (West coast)
Knows how to party (That's right)
In the citaaay of L.A. (yeah)
In the citaaay of good old Watts
In the citaaay, city of Compton
We keep it rockin
We keep it rockin

Yeah, now make it shake

Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it mama
Shake it Cali (Shake it Cali)
Shake it shake it baby (That's right)
Shake it shake it shake it shake it...
Shake it Cali

Verse Two: 2Pac

Out on bail
Fresh outta jail
California dreamin
Soon as I stepped on the scene
I'm hearin hoochies screamin'
Fiendin' for money and alcohol
The life of a west side playa
Where cowards die, and it's all ball
Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die
In L.A. we wear Chucks not Ballies (yeah that's right, uh)
Dressed in Locc's and khaki suits and ride is what we do
Flossin' but have caution we collide with other crews
Famous because we program
Worldwide, let'em recognize from Longbeach to Rosecrans
Bumpin' and grindin' like a slow jam
It's west side 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 Sactown
The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love!

Chorus

California
Knows how to party
California
Knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A. (South Central)
In the citaaay of good old Watts (Uh, that's right)
In the citaaay, city of Compton
We keep it rockin
We keep it rockin

Dre: Yeah, yeah, now make it shake, uh

Shake it shake it baby (uh)
Shake it shake it
Shake it shake it mama
Shake it Cali (Shake it Cali)
Shake it shake it baby (Shake it Cali)
Shake it shake it shake it shake it...
Shake it Cali

Outro

Dre: Uh, yeah, uh, uh, longbeach in the house, uh, yeah
Dre: Oaktown, Oakland definitely in the house
Hahaha
Dre: Frisko, Frisko (yeah)
Pac: Hey, you know LA is up in this
Dre: Pasadena, where you at
Dre: Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good
Pac: Even Hollywood tryin to get a piece a beef
Dre: Sacramento, Sacramento where ya at? Yeah

Pac: Throw it up y'all, throw it up, throw it up I can't see ya
Pac: Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side
Pac: Cause you and I know it's tha best side

Dre: Yeah, that's right
Dre: West coast, west coast
Dre: Uh, California Love, California Love

Yeah

California
Knows how to party
California
Knows how to party (Where they at?)
In the citaaay of L.A. (South Central)
In the citaaay of good old Watts
In the citaaay, city of Compton
We keep em rockin
We keep em rockin

Just come on shake shake it baby baby baby
Shake it mama shake it mama shake it mama
Richter scale

Talking about an earthquake on the Richter scale
Mama mama mama ...
City of Compton
City of Compton
Where the girls shake their booties
Shake it mama
Shake it baby
Shake shake it baby
Shake shake it
Computer puter puter puter ...

 

I AIN'T MAD AT CHA

Tupac talking

Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any ya'll niggas ta get up out the hood
Shit I'm with ya
I ain't mad at cha
Got nothin' 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
Know what I mean?
Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard ya'll tearin' up shit out there
Kickin up dust
Givin' a mothafuck (hahaha)
Yeah niggas
Cause I ain't mad at cha

Verse 1: Tupac

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind
Quick ta holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but ya still rolled
Got stressed to Y.A. and hit the hood swole
Remember when ya had a Jeri Curl didn't quite learn
On the block with ya glock trippin' off sherm
Collect calls to the tip sayin' how ya changed
Oh you a Muslim now
No more dope game
Heard ya might be comin' home just got bail
Wanna go to the Mosque don't wanna chase tail
It seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
Hit the Penn 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
Congratulations on the wedding
I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life
And that's no bullshittin'
I know we grew apart
Ya probably don't remember
I usta fiend for your sista
But never went up in her
And I can see us after school
We'd bomb
On the first mothafucka 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
Knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker that
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brotha's back
And I can't even trip
Cause I'm just laughin' at ya
Your tryin' hard to maintain and go head
Cause I ain't mad at cha

Chorus: Danny Boy

Ooooooohhhhhooh
I ain't mad at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha

Verse 2

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 getting blitzed and I'm reminiscing on the times we shared
Besides bumpin' and 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 to young to know
I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow
And even though we separated
You said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I'll be locked up state
I kiss my mama goodbye
Sipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the bitch ta ride
Don't shed a tear
Cause mama I ain't happy here
I Blew trial
No more smiles for a couple years
They got me goin mad
I'm knocking brotha's 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 ya
Cause you'se a down ass bitch
And I ain't mad at cha

Chorus

I ain't mad at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha

But you're a down ass bitch and I ain't mad at cha

Verse 3

Well guess who's movin' up this nigga's ballin now
Bitches be callin' ta get it
Hookers keep fallin' down
He went from nothin' to lots
Ten karats a rock
Went from a nobody nigga
To the big man on the block
He's mister local celebrity
Addicted ta move a key
Most hated by enemy
Escaping the luxury
See first you was our nigga but you made it
So the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you while you faded
In the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin' so high off the bong
Hopin' we make it
To better days
Cause crime pays
And in time you'll find a rhyme
That'll blaze you'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger days
So many changed on me
So many tried ta plot
That I keep a glock beside my head
When will it stop?
Til' god return me to my essence
Cause even as an adolescence
I refused to be a convalescent
So many questions and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up outta the ghetto
So I ain't real now?
They got so much ta say
But I'm just laughin at ya
Ya niggas just don't know
But I ain't mad at cha

Chorus

I ain't mad at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha
(Hell na, I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha
(And I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't made at cha
No ...
I ain't made at cha

 

WHAT'Z YA PHONE #

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?

 

CD2

CAN'T C ME

Intro: George Clinton

The blind stares of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see
The P

(You must be goin' blind)

Verse One: 2Pac

Give me my money in stacks
And lace my bitches
With 9 figures
Real niggas fingers on nickel plated 9 triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch em while they coked up and weeded
Open fire
Now them niggas bleedin'
See me in flesh
And test
And get your chest blown
Straight out tha west, don't get blown
My adversaries cry like hoe's
Open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe?
Nigga you ain't know?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
I've seen money but baby I gots to get mo'
You screaming and go Tupac
And I ain't stoppin' till I'm well paid
Bails made
Now nigga, look what hell made
Visions of cops and sirens
Niggas open fire
Buncha Thug Life niggas on the ride
Until I die
Ask me why I'm a Boss Playa gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas Can't C Me

Chorus: George Clinton

(Laughing)
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
U can't C Me

Verse Two: 2Pac

Been gettin' worried that these square mothafuckers with nerves
Sayin' they can get with us but picture me gettin' served
My own mama say I'm thugged out
My shit be bumpin' out the record store as if it was a drug house
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood
Nigga what?
It ain't nothin but a party when we thug
And there I was
A young nigga with heart
Ain't had shit to lose
Pullin' my pistol on them fools
You know the rules
D-R-E you got me heated
My words like a penitentiary dick
Hittin' bitches when it's most needed
Money and weed
Alize and Hennessey
To my thug niggas in lock down witness me
Bail on these hoe's in floss mode
The life of a Boss Playa
Fuck what ya thought tho'
My enemies deceased
Die like a bitch when my album hit tha streetz
Niggas Can't C Me

Chorus: George Clinton

(laughing)
(Niggas Can't C Me)
(laughing)
(Y'all niggas thugging or what?)
(Niggas Can't C Me)
Which way did he go
Which way did he go (Oh!)
Which way did he go
Which way did he go
(They can't c us)

Verse Three: 2Pac

You niggas made a mistake 
You shoulda never put my rhymes with Dre
Them thug niggas have arrived and it's Judgment Day
Hey homie if ya feel me
Tell them tricks that shot me
That they missed
Didn't kill me
I can make a mothafucker shake 
Rattle and roll
I'm full of liquor, thug nigga
Quick to jab at them hoe's
And I can make ya jealous niggas famous
Fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim is
I'm just a rich mothafucker from the way
If this rappin' bring me money then I'm rappin' till I'm paid
I'm gettin' green like I'm supposed to
Nigga, I holla at these hoe's and see how many I can go through 
Look to the star
And visualize my debut
Niggas know me the playa
I gotta stay true
Don't be a dumb mothafucker
Cause it's crazy after dark
Where the true thug niggas? See ya heart
Niggas Can't C Me

Chorus: George Clinton

(Yo, check this out, stay off his dick)

Niggas Can't C Me
(Right before your eyes, I'll disappear from here)
You niggas Can't C Me, hahahahaha
(You Can't C Me)
I know it's hard nigga, I'm all up in your face
But you still Can't C Me 
(You Can't C Me)
All up in your range, but niggas Can't C Me
(20/20 vision won't visualize)
I'm in the flesh baby, but you Can't C Me
(All the glasses won't help you realize)
You blinded, you blinded
You Can't C Me
(You Can't C Me)
Thug Life baby
Don't believe everything you read
Alize and weed
(You Can't C Me)
(Right before your very eyes, you won't even visualize)
(Right before your very eyes, you can't even visualize)
(You Can't C Me)
Dr. Dre all day, Tupac
(You Can't, You Can't C Me)
(You Can't C Me)
Niggas can't C me
hahahahaha
I dedicate this
To you PUNK mothafuckers!
hahahaha
This ones for you B.I.G baby
hahaha
Cause you bitch ass niggas Can't C Me
Background: (You Can't, You Can't C Me)
Niggas Can't C Me
(ahh, ha, ha)
(ahh, ha, ha)
(You Can't C Me)
Background: (You Can't, You Can't C Me)
(See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil)
(You won't C Me)
Background: (You Can't, You Can't C Me)
(First C Me, Now ya don't)
(Wanna C Me, but ya won't)
Background: (You Can't, You Can't C Me)
(Come to C Me, but ya Can't)
(Ohhhh, You Can't C Me)
(You Can't C Me)
Background: (You Can't, You Can't C Me)
(Right between your eyes and you'll never realize)
(Right before your eyes, you won't even realize)
Background: (You Can't, You Can't C Me)
(Visualize what you Can't C)

(You Can't, You Can't C Me)

 

SHORTY WANNA BE A THUG

Chorus

Say he wanna be
Shorties gonna be a Thug
Said he wanna be
One day he's gonna be
Said he's gonna be
Shorties gonna be a Thug
Said he's gonna be
One day he gonna be
Say he wanna be
Shorties gonna be a Thug
Said he wanna be
One day he's gonna be
Said he wanna be
Shorties gonna be a Thug

Verse 1: 2Pac

Was a nice middle class nigga
But no one knew
The evil he'd do
When he got a little bigger
Get off the final blaze
While puffing on a Newport
Plottin' on a another way to catch a case
Was only sixteen, yet
Convicted as a felon
With a bunch of old niggas
But you the only one who ain't telling
I tell you it's a cold world, stay in school
You tell me its a man's world, play the rules
And fade fools, break rules until we major
Blaze up
Getting with hoes through my pager
Was raised up
Commencing to money makin' tactics, uh
It's getting drastic, niggas got automatics
My fingers on the trigga
Tell the Lord make way for another straight thug nigga
I'm sitting getting buzzed
Looking for some love from the homies
Cause shorty wanna be a Thug

Chorus

Verse 2: 2Pac

Straight from the Hall to the Penn
An adolescent nigga scaling weight out here at 6' 10"
He carried weight like a mack truck
Gonna bust on playa haters
(hahaha)
If them mothafuckas act tough
Then that's when, a lethal weapon with a razor
This little nigga
Smoking weed and getting blazed up
No one could figure, when the guns blast pull the trigga
Could take the life of a young nigga cause he bigger
No mother and father
You see the niggas all alone
Old timers my role model, the wars on
Been laced with this game 'til it's a part of me
My heart don't beat no fear
And it ain't hard to see
The future's looking dim
I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sin
I'm in the dark getting buzzed
Looking for some love out with the homies
Cause shorty wanna be a thug

Chorus

Shorty gonna be a thug

Tupac Talking

You little bad ass nigga
To the young niggas
Gotta stay sharp nigga
Play your part
You got plenty of time
(you bad mothafuckas)
You only get three mistakes and then that's life big baby
(Them niggas craaazy)
Watch the signs
Damn, you ain't but sixteen nigga?
Sixteen?!?!
That's some bad mothafucker's

 

HOLLA AT ME

Niggas out there jealous cause we be bailin' with Death Row
They try to playa hate
But they can't fade us tho'
We be movin' through the neighborhood
Yeah
With that funky sound (so funky)
We be throwin' down

This goes out to you playa
you know... you know who you are

Chorus: 3X

(Check, check it out y'all)

Gotta be careful
Can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me nigga
Ya better holla at me

Verse One: 2Pac

Are you confused ?
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside the shoes
Of a nigga who don't have a thing to lose
When me and you was homies
No one informed me it was all a scheme
You infiltrated my team and sold a nigga dreams
How could you do me like that?
I took ya family in
I put some cash in ya pocket
Made you a man again
And now you let the fear put your ass in a place complicated to escape
It's a fools fate
Without your word you a shell of a man
I lost respect for you nigga
We can never be friends
I know I'm runnin' through your head now
What could you do?
If it was up to you
I'd be dead now (Dead now)
I let the world know nigga you a coward
You could never be live
Until you die
I see the mothafuckin' bitch in your eye
Type of Nigga let the evil of the money trap me
When ya see me nigga
Ya better holla at me
Can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me nigga
Ya better holla at me
                               
Chorus

(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)

So I gotta be careful
Can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me nigga
Ya better holla at me
   
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)

Verse Two: 2Pac

Curious
Spittin' lyrics on the verge of furious
I'm addicted to currency
Nigga that's why we're doin' this
I got shot up
I surprised them niggas the way I got up
And then
I hit the studio
It's time to blow the block up
No hesitation
This information got you contemplatin'
Heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation
Break him and let him see the face of a mental patient
It's a celebration
Of my criminal elevation
With the participation
I want members across the fifty states
To keep the nation anticipatin' until we break
Will I be great?
Is it my fate?
To live the life of luxury
Some niggas bought my tapes
So much jealousy it scares me
So be prepared
Cause only the strong survive
Life isn't fair (fair)
Probably never knew the way it feels to die
So you stick to fuck with me
I'll give that ass a try
Nigga, holla at me

Chorus
                  
(Ohhhhhh....)

Verse Three: 2Pac

I should of saw the signs
I was blinded     
Criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time
So many brothas framed in this dirty game
It's a shame
So much pressure on my brain
While she blame me
Secrets in the dark only her and I know
Now I'm sittin' in the state pen
Doin time slow
Guess she made a bad decision
That got me livin'
Just like an animal I'm caged up in state prison
My niggas missin' cause hell hath no fury like a woman scorn
A cemetery full of mothafuckers not knowin'
Picture my prophecy
The cops are attacking me, on top of me
I'm runnin' from the coppers
But never let'em stop me
Cause I'm a souljah
Hell, ever since I was a little nigga havin' fantasies of one day getting older
Niggas is paranoid
Trust
A no-no
Love is a mystery
Fuck the po-po,
Holla at me

So when you see me nigga
you better holla at me

Chorus
     
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)

Niggas out there jealous cause we be bailin' with Death Row
They try to playa hate
But they can't fade us tho'
We be movin' through the neighborhood
Yeah
With that funky sound (so funky)
We be throwin' down

Gotta be careful
Can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me nigga
Ya better holla at me (holler at me)
   
(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)

Gotta be careful
Can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me nigga
Ya better holla at me (holler at me)

(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)

(Ohhhhhhhh, heeeeyyy, ohhhhh nooo noooo noooooo)

 

WUNDA WHY THEY CALL U BYTCH

You wonda why they call U bitch
You wonda why they call U bitch
You wonda why they call U bitch
You wonda why they call U bitch
You wonda why they call U bitch
You wonda why they call U bitch

Verse One: 2Pac
 
Look here Miss Thang
Hate to salt your game
But yous a money hungry woman
And you need to change
In the locker room all the homies do is laugh
High five's cause another nigga played your ass
It was said you was sleeezy
Even easy
Sleepin' around for what you need
See it's your thang and you can shake it how you wanna
Give it up free or make your money on the corner
But don't be bad and play the game
Get mad and change
Then you wonda why these mothafuckas all you names
Still lookin' for a way out (wayout)
And that's OK 
I can see you wanna stray there's a way out (wayout)
Keep your mind on your money
Enroll in school
And as the years pass by you can show them fools
But you ain't tryin' to hear me cause your stuck
You're headin' for the bathroom 'bout to get toast up
Still lookin' for a rich man
You dug a ditch
Got your legs up tryin' to get rich
I love you like a sista but you need to switch
and that's why they called you bitch
I betcha
 
Chorus

Verse Two: 2Pac
 
You leave your kids with your mama
Cause your headin' for the club
In a skin tight miniskirt
Lookin' for some love
Got the legs wide open while you're sittin' at the bar
Talkin' to some nigga 'bout his car
I guess he said he had a Lexxxus
What's next?
You headin' to his car for some sex
I pass by can't hold back tears inside
Cause, lord knows
For years I tried
And all the other people on my block hate your guts
Then you wonder why they stare
And call you slut
It's like your mind don't understand
You don't have to kill your dreams
Plottin' schemes on a man
Keep your head up, legs closed, eyes open
Either a nigga wear a rubber or he die smokin' 
I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch 
And niggas wouldn't call you bitch (call you bitch)
I betcha

Chorus
 
Verse Three: 2Pac

I guess times gettin' hard
Even harder for you
Cause, hey now
Got a baby on the way now
More money from the county
And thanks to the welfare
You about to get your hair done
Got a dinner date 
Can't be late
Trick or treat
Sweet thang got another trick to meet
The way he did it
It was smooth
Plottin' while he gamin' you
So baby, peep tha rules
I shoulda seen it in the first case
The worst case
I shoulda never called you back in the first place
I remember back in high school baby you was fast 
Straight sex
The way you move your ass
But now things change
Cause you don't look the same
Let the ghetto get the best of you
Baby that's a shame
Caught HIV
And now you 'bout to be deceased
And finally be in peace 
So where your niggas at now
Cause everybody left
They stepped 
And left you on your own
See I loved you like a sista but you died to quick
And that's why we called you bitch
I betcha
 
Chorus

Outro: 2Pac

Dear Ms. Deloris Tucker
Keep stressing me
Fuckin' with a mothafuckin' mind
(Peep this out)
I figured you wanted to know
You know
Why we call them hoes bitches
And maybe this might help you understand
(You feel me)
It ain't personal
(Na, uh)
Strictly business baby
Strictly business

So if you wonder why we call U bitch
You wonder why we call U bitch
If you wonder why we call U bitch
You wonder why we call U bitch

 

WHEN WE RIDE

Outlaw Immortals
Bow down to something greater than yourself, trick
Individual's capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swoles
They know
You watchin but you ain't seein' realize before, you beaatch
Picture if you will seven deadly human beings
Blessed with the gift to speak
The power to reach
Each nigga on every street
And may the heavenly father look down and be proud of what transpired since the day the seed was planted
The G grew but we knew we'd have a click
Smoked out, locced out, all into shit
Just me and my dogs livin' like hogs
Outlaw Immortalz
What followed was the story
What proceeded was the clue
That I was standing in the picture
Don't fuck around and make it true

Verse 1: 2Pac

Hahahaha

My adversaries crumble, when we rumble, it's a catastrophe
Out for revenge on, bitch niggas that blasted me
Plus my alias is Makaveli
Unload a .357 with hollow points to a nigga belly
Bust him to see if he bleed
He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like me
They call my name out and niggas run
Best be prepared for the Outlawz
Here we come

Verse 2: Fatal
 
They call me Hussein fatal
It's a two game table
I'm robbin ya' niggas cradle with a knife in your naval
Rap related
Criminally activated and evil
I wouldn't want to be you
Behind my fuckin' Desert Eagle
Till the end
I'm tellin' all friends and enemies
You see what I got to make you freeze
To touch me, you need utilities
Complete most
Wanted on the streets of the east coast
Young guns fire and niggas leave
See Mo

Verse 3: Kasto
 
I be shinin' like white diamonds and crystals
Glistenin' and holding pistols
The mission's simple
Fold up and roll up
Dead presidential's all over potential
Look here
Billion dollar baller presents you
Sorta, oughta call on a nigga
I'll be sure to get you
K-Kastro
Fast, yo
For my cash flow
Blast
And I'm a last yo
Past all these ? and assholes that claim
That they be runnin thangs
I'll be gunnin those same niggas runnin late

Verse 4: Napoleon
 
My alias is mother fuckin' Napoleon
And I'd rather be robbin the game
Before these mother fuckers leave me suffering
But it ain't nothin
I got no time for no bluffin
Before a nigga finish put in the work
I better end up with something
I think these niggas got the game fucked up
If they don't believe that a young nigga like me would bust (BOOYAA!!)
Perhaps it's a must
I'm facin' cases
Fuck probation
That's what I'm screamin when these money hungry cops be chasing
 
Chorus: 2Pac (2x)

Thug nigga till we die
No mercy on these player hating bastards
Ask me why?
When we ride

Verse 5 Mussolini aka Big Syke
 
It's the imperial serial killer
Alias, Mussolini 
Mentally unstabled: your status
So you can't see me
Drug warlord
Ridin' concord jets, rag vests
Shaking bitches and snitches and trippin on sets
Inglewood watts bangin', keepin one in the chamber
For the anger that I built inside
When it's time to ride
Suicidal thoughts lurking ? no end
Revenge
Fuck any
My alias is Mussolini

Verse 6: EDI
 
They call me Edi
From the southern city
Young nigga greedy
So I'm runnin up on these niggas easy
It ain't nothin'
Cause flip they want something
So I'm a commence to dumpin'
Stomp down sucka while beat is bumpin'
Thuggin' till my fuckin' last hour
With little Po (Napoleon) and Kastro
Who you though was on that asshole
Don't ask, though
Outlaw Immortals doin' ?
So don't test
So high, when we ride

Verse 7: Kadafi

My alias: Kadafi
Trump tight
So fast, can't copy
6-3 (6 foot 3) and cocky
Quick to hit your bitch if she jock me
Severely addicted to living like a fuckin' felon
My people with rookie cops
Cookie rocks 
A nigga sellin
Since shorty I've been livin' like defiant
Nickel plated chrome
Got this baby Capone looking like a giant
And I ain't lying
It's like it's me against myself
With all these back stabbers snakes grabbing at my fuckin' wealth
 
Verse 8: Mopreme aka Komani

Komani Terrorist, mad man killa
The bottom of the river is where a body lays and shivers
I'm that nigga wit a 50 ?
Wit the murderous stats that increase
By these mother fuckers eat beef
It's been a long road
A lot of episodes
And as the glock loads
I gotta teach hoes
Reach hoes
Make 'em feel a nigga when I'm mashin'
Now I'm surpassing any assassin
 
Chorus 4X
 
Outro: 2Pac

Outlaw Immortalz baby
Y'all niggas can't fade this ol' crazy shit
Makaveli
Hussein
Kastro
Kadafi 
Mussolini 
Amin
Napoleon
Komani
What y'all niggas really wanna do?
Like them niggas said - "What would you do?"
(Laughing)
(Thug life, baby)
(Yeah nigga)
This year we Thug Life but we Outlaw Immortalz
We die, nigga, but we multiply (Right)
We legends
(We gon' live forever)
I'll make you famous mother fucker
I'm talking about Time Magazine, Newsweek and all that other good shit
My niggas make the paper, baby
My niggas make the front page

 

THUG PASSION

Tupac Talking

Aight, new drink 
One part Alize one part crystal
Thugs passion baby
Y'all know what time it is
This drink is guaranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard
Now if ya with me
Pour a glass and drink with a nigga 
Know what I mean?
I ain't trying to turn y'all niggas into alcohols
Alcoholics (haha)
I'm just trying to turn you into mothafuckin' thugs
So come and get some of this thug passion baby

Verse 1: Dramacydal

I could pull out the ?drink?
It could be good 'till it's relevant
But I'm a straight solider
I'll roll up a nigga like its seven cent
Tripping over dead presidents
They got us starin'
I throw it down this with business
They clown and try to get us 
And it's so evident
Stand forever and be thinking
Drinking over a felony 
And hell of me and how it will be some other shit
People telling me to cool out 
But they ain't felling me
A mothafuckin' fool 'bout
My fuckin' cheddar cheese
And a please passion of mine
Thuggin hugging plenty of G's 
And laughing while I pass through time
And all these best be watchin'
Just keep it plain
I'm a keep it the same partner
Just take it the simple game
I can prinkle with the rain twinkling
Diamonds and thangs go plinklin
Enough to hold me until I'm old and wrinklin'
And these adversaries
They gonna have to be worrying
Cause I'm a be illin' 
Fulfilling my passion
Till I'm buried'
My thug passion

Chorus

I heard it's the bomb
And you got it going on
Bive me some of your thug passion baby
You got me dripping wet
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion baby

Verse 2: Dramacydl

Now what if me
Turn this Hennessey
Into a robbery
The prophecy probably suddenly 
Switch and how it supposed to be?
And dirty money
Can't be evil cause it's filling up my tummy see
Born in a position
Death collision
Was futuristic
Twisting riches
But there is only one way to make mo'
So I'm standing on the corner 
Trying to hustle in the snow
And my bigga bro
Couldn't know
But buy a four four 
Blasting at playa hating 
Runnin' mo' with a thug passion

Putting down mashin'
controlled by this thug's passion
Unlike them other bustas pistol blastin'
I'm asking, what happened?
To the niggas who kept them real like they claim to
That's when I bang do
See thang true
Traveling this road my whole soul
Been consolidated
With all this bullshit I done tolerated
How I made it
Can easily stated
It's ike my heart be gripped with the passion
Must be the fucking greatest
Load up and take shit

Make this to some high dollar gangster shit
Jack a stack till we got enough bank to split

Storm

Creep with me
With that Immortal flow (that's right)
Thug passion got you tremblin'
Like Death on the Row
Make your move
So I can throw your mind a curve
While I'll be blowin up the scene
Like my nigga Mr. Herb
Take a toke as your heart goes full arrest
I got tha bomb
So nigga, fuck the rest
Ya need a 3rd to get ya flowin'
And let that loc see smoke
Feelin' the strokes of the lines squeeze tight and slow

Chorus 2x

Verse 3: Tupac

They say money don't make the man
But damn, I'm makin' money
Observin' you mothafuckers
Cause some of you bitches funny
But you bullshitin'
Lickin' them lips
You got me about to act a fool quick
Sippin' on some Alize and Crystal
Meanwhile
Buy me a drink
And get to winking at me
She smiles
A niggas full of passion
Satisfaction is everlastin'
How does it feel?
What I'm askin'
While I'm rubbin' on that ass
Why you laughin'?
See, I'm diggin' as if I'm curious
Full blown and furious
Baby get a grip
When I be doin' this
It's so physical
My attraction
Driven by alcohol 
Beware of my reaction
Baby I'm born to ball
Thugged out on Death Row
You better recognize and picture what I said so
Now you can feel it
It's a potion for my niggas in motion
Forever blastin'
Bitches ain't ready for this Thug Passion

Chorus (4x)

 

PICTURE ME ROLLIN'

Tupac Talking

Yeah
Clear enough for ya? (That right)
(Laughing)
(yeah)
Heh heh
Why niggas look mad? (That right)
Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free
Y'all look like you wanted me to stay in jail 
Punk busters

Tupac

Picture me rollin' in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these niggas
There's no need to be friends
They got me under surveillance
I swear somebody be tellin'
Know there's dope being sold
But I ain't the one sellin'
Don't want to be another number
I got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from going under
The federalies wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got 2 rottweilers by my bed
I feed em lead
Now on release
How will I live?
Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did?
To feed kids
One life to live
It's so hard to be positive
When niggas shootin' at your crib
Mama, I'm still thuggin'
The world is a war zone
My homies is inmates
And most of them dead wrong
Full grown, finally a man
Schemin' on ways to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands
Just picture me rollin'
Flossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen
My dreams is censored
My hopes are born
I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone
My nerves is wrecked
Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen
Thinking of the G's I'll be holdin'
Picture me rollin'

Tupac Talking over Chorus

(Picture me Rollin')
Can you see me now
(Ohh, Picture me Rollin')
Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture
(Picture me)
Can you see it?
Heh heh
Picture me rollin'
(Yeahhheyah)
Yeah nigga
(Picture me Rollin')
Eh, but lets peep out how my nigga Syke do it
(Ew, we yeah)
Guess who's back?

Verse 2: Big Syke aka Mussolini

I got keys coming from overseas
Cost a nigga 200 G's
I'm a street commando
Nino for example
This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle
So I got to floss cause I'm rollin like a boss playa
Thug granted to be a women layer
So many playa haters, imitators steady swangin'
Make me wanna start gang bangin'
So I'm caught up in the game
Let's go change
Packin' 40 glocks
To tame, and rearrange
All that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies
While I'm sippin' on green ?
In front of black Lexus', Chevy's on the roam
96 big bodies sittin' on chrome
As we head up out the zone
Stone facing is on
You can admire, but don't look too long
I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'
It's hard to imagine
Picture me rollin'

Chorus

CPO (Boss Hogg)

Hmm
I gots to get the fuck up in (where at?)
Goin to lay a caper
Cause a nigga straight suffering from lack of having paper
My bitch fin to have a bastard, see? (mm, hmm)
So I need to hit a lick, drastically
I see some bald head ass niggas and they slippin in my spot
And, uh, thickening the plot
So a chicken in the pot, Pac

Tupac

We caught 'em sleeping
He didn't see two niggas creepin'
This how we do it every weekend
And I dump for madness
It's time to count the profit
CPO you  got the bomb spot
Nigga, time to clock it
I get the liquor
And you could get the females
This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales

CPO (Boss Hogg)

Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9
Now I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine
Now we satisfied
Got the pockets on swollen
Boss hogg and it's popping nigga
Picture us rollin

Chorus

Outro: 2Pac

Heh, heh, heh
Y'all ready for me?
Picture me rollin roll call
You know there's some mother fuckers out there I just could not forget about
I wanna make sure they can see me
Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities
All you bitch ass CEO's
Can you niggas see me from there?
Ballin' on y'all punk ass
Hahahaha
Picture me rollin, baby
Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks
I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on
Heh
That's right nigga
Picture me rollin'
Oh, I forgot
The DA
Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court
Can the ho see me from here?
Can you see me hoe?
Picture me rollin'
And all you punk police
Can you see me?
Am I clear to you?
Picture me rollin' nigga
Legit
Free like OJ all day
You can't stop me
You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker
Mu, Pain, Syke, Bulldogg, Mopreme
Can you picture us rollin?
Can you see me ho?
Heh heh
Is y'all ready for me 
We up out this bitch (echo)
Any time y'all wanna see me again (echo)
Rewind this track right here (echo)
Close your eyes (echo)
And picture me rollin' (echo)

 

CHECK OUT TIME

Tupac Talking

Hey what time is it nigga?
(I don't know)
Oh shit, 12 o' clock
Oh shit, we got ta get the fuck up outta here
(hell yeah)
Nigga, it's check out time nigga
Hey call Kurupt, call Daz, call Suge
(where Suge, where K and them niggas at)
Call all those niggas up from downstairs
Tell the valet bring the Benz around (hey y'all seen my shoes?)
Hey Kurupt, y'all niggas drivin' or are y'all flyin' back
Wussup? (who got the keys?)
(Man, I'm rollin' man, fuck that shit)
Hey Syke nigga, come on man, get up out the bathroom fool
Let's go!
(I lost some money nigga)
Awe nigga
Damn

Tupac

Now I'm up early in the mornin'
Breath stinkin' as I'm yawning
Just another sunny day in California
I got my mind focused on some papers
While I'm into sexy capers
Give a holler to them hoochies last night who tried to rape us
Where these rap lyrics take us?
Plush room all up in Vegas
I'm a Boss Playa
Death before I let these bitches break us
Last night was like a fantasy
Some Alize and Hennessey
A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin' with my man and me
Told her I was interested
Picture all the shit we did
I got her hot and horny
All up on me
Hot and horny
What a freaky bitch
First you argued, then I fight it, till you lick me where I like it
Got a nigga all excited
It don't matter just don't bite it
I never got to check out the scene
Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeans
Now it seems
It's check out time

Chorus

We got to go (definately gotta go)
We got to go
(Yeah Baby)
(Its check out time)
(We got to go, We got to go nigga)
We got to go
We got to go
(Y'all know what time it is)
We got to go
(Come on man, get your bags man, call that mail motherfucker ... cause we out this motherfucka)
Cause we got to go

Kurupt

They label me an outlaw
So its time for the panty raid
My fantasies came true
With Janet on a midnight escapade
Did it all, in too soon
All the homies runnin' through the halls room to room
So I assume
Since I'm a playa like my nigga Syke
Then its only right for me to disappear into the night
My games trump tight
So I find time to recline
Sneak in your room
Instant message
Shit, wines of all kinds
I ain't got much time
So hurry up and pop the dime
And let me hit it from behind
Since I'm only here for one night
I gots to get you hot and heated
Play like Michael Jackson and Beat It
One more thing I like to mention
I'm done and I'm out
Cause there's someone else who deserves my attention
So all the homies round up in the lobby
Cause busting bitches is a hobby, nigga
It's check out time

Chorus

We got to go
(Hey yo, Pac man, where, where the fuck is Daz at man)
We gotta go
(Probably locked up with some hoe)
(Don't even wanna leave)
(We gotta go)
(Yo man check out time, it's time to get out this motha)

We gotta go
(You seen those bitches?)
We gotta go
(We out man, fuck that shit)
We gotta go
(Yo ?, I got it nigga, what's up?)

Syke

Now I'm living the life, of a Boss Playa
The front desk callin'
But I'm checking out later
My behavior is crazy, from what you did to me baby
If walls could talk, they'd say, you tried to fade me
I'm putting in work, but didn't hurt from the Jacuzzi to the bed
Caressing your thoughts
Cause I'm living fed
Heard what I said?
Passion is crashing the room
From the liquor we consumed
I heard a boom
I'm blacking out
She yelling out 'Big Syke Daddy'
We did it in the caddy on the highway
My way
I'm lost in a dream
And so it seemed to be the night
Five bottles of crystal and I'm still tight
Out of site for Pac and Kurupt
As I get it up
Once the door is closed
You're stuck
In a heated sticky situation
Get up baby
You ain't on vacation
It's check out time

Chorus

We got to go
We got to go
(It's check out time)
We got to go
(Yo Pac, nigga where my motherfucking, where my shoes go nigga?)
We got to go
(Where my motherfucking drawers and shit at man?)
(You niggas went partying to fucking much)
We got to go
(Fuck y'all doing nigga?)
We got to go
(Kurupt, go tell Daz and ? and the rest of them nigga come on man)
(Niggas tripping man)
(Front desk all calling me telling me to get the hell out of here man)
We got to go
(I ain't got no more money, somebody lend me a 100)

We gotta go (repeated till end)

 

RATHER BE YA NIGGA

Richie Rich: Pac
Tupac: Hey
Richie Rich: What's happenin'
Tupac: Not Mothafuckin double R always G baby
Richie Rich: What's happenin' baby, you know how we do it
Tupac: Yeah nigga, you know I'm up out this bitch. It's time for me to uh, regulate
Richie Rich: For sure
Tupac: Observe
Richie Rich: And you ain't going back
Tupac: Na na na, we got to show these mothafucka's whats up though
Richie Rich: This is for the honeys ... the superstars
Tupac: I don't want to be her man ... I want to be her nigga, you feel me
Richie Rich: Well let'em know...
 
Tupac

You fuckin wit' niggas that's insecure
Watered down
My shit is pure
Write down my number but don't call me till you sure
I ain't beggin' just tryin' to relocate between ya legs
Drippin' wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex
When you met me you wouldn't let me
And know you straight beggin' to sex me
Got you undressing to test me and uh ...

Richie Rich

Shoot me down if ya want
And miss the chance ta do it live
When I stroll by
I see that look in yo eye
You wants a nigga
But think that you can't have a nigga
Don't cheat yo'self
Instead treat yo'self
If you scared go to church
I know it hurts
To find out me and your man be sharing skirts
 
Tupac

I'm hopin' you don't take this the wrong way
But cha body is bangin' got me attracted in a strong way
After a long day of tryin' to make my songs pay
Makin' love all day against the wall in the hallway
Ya fantasies come alive
Ya heart rate
Shall increase when we meet up
In this dark place
Ya might think your happy with him
But that's a lie
So give this thug a try

Chorus 2x

I'd ratha be ya N-I-G-G-A
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matta if you lonely baby
You need a thug in ya life
Cause bustas ain't lovin ya right
 
Tupac

Now you was sprung from the introduction
My conversations full of game yet laced with seductions
I see ya blushin' like ya want somethin'
Come get a taste of Amerikaz most wanted
And lets get into some touchin'
Erotic fuckin'
My up and down with no interruptions
Have no intentions of bustin' until ya learn ya lesson
Now many questions are often asked
A drop top 500 Benz and plenty cash
To help a nigga get that ass
 
Richie Rich

You can ride a smoke ho
To get ya lobster and crab
Cause all I got is conversation and a gang of stab
I'm a listen when it hurts
I'm a hang out but never save (save)
Smoke blunts while leaving stunts up to Super Dave (dave)
I'll be ya nigga
As long as we can understand (stand )
That I's the nigga
Smoke coke and be the man (man)
He wine and dine (right)
But me and you we wine and grind (right)
And when I'm on the field keep him on the sidelines

Chorus

Tupac

Now it's time for the moment of truth
I got cha naked
Totally sweatin'
Let's see how hot I can make it
Tongue kissin' till your head swang
I'm so into you
Witness a nigga make the bed bang
If its all mine
Then let me know
Now scream my name out
Do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow?
Not to mention
The multiple positions I inflict
A boss playa freaky mothafucka get a dick

Richie Rich

Ugh
It's on and poppin'
Now you see what I was seein'
Why yo eyez rollin'
Loosen up girl
I ain't goin'
Nowhere
Let's let that sucka stay out there
While he stress out and I
I stretch out the cock
Hold the boots
And let a nigga execute
And though you got it right
I'm going home tonight

Tupac

You say you don't need a man but I don't care
You in the presence of a playa

Chorus

 

ALL EYEZ ON ME

(Tupac Talking)

Big Syke, Noop, Payne, Bogard, Big Serv
Y'all know how this shit go (you know)

All Eyez On Me

Muthafucka, Legit
Roll up in the club and shit

All Eyez On Me
All Eyez On Me

But you know what

(Tupac)

I bet you got it twisted
you don't know who to trust
So many playa hating niggas trying to sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they know it
Straight to the depths of hell is were those cowards goin'
Well are you still down nigga, Holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry, but they finally freed me
I got a cariban of niggas, every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hitting mutha-fuckas up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die Live the life of a Boss playa, cuz even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my eyez
Cuz all I want is cash and thangs,
a five double 0 Benz and flaunting flashy rings Uhh
Bitches pursue me like a dream,
been know to disappear before your eyez, just like a dope fiend, it seems
My main thang was to be major paid
The game sharper than a mutha-fuckin razor blade
Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
One niggas getting jealous, and muthafuckas died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They my homies for a second, but these punks won't get me
We got four niggas, and low riders, and ski masks
screaming Thug Life every time they pass
All Eyez on Me

(Chorus -- Tupac)

Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high

(Syke talking)

Heeyyy, to my nigga Pac

(Syke)

So much trouble in the world, nigga
can't nobody feel your pain
The world changing everyday
times moving faaast
My girl said I need to raise up, how long will she last?
I'm caught between my women, and my pistol, and my chips
Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as we dip
I'm lost in the land, with no plan, living life flawless
Crime Boss, contraband, let me toss this
Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
I'm taking off on the curb
The nervousness neglect make me pack a tek
Devoted to serving this, Moet and paaayyy checks
Like a kite sailin' nigga I'm forever Ballin'
It ain't right, pair this ice triggas and fleas crawlin'
Sucka duck and get busted, no emotion
nine and four shit is handling my business nigga keep on coastin'
where yah goin' I been there came back as lonely homie
steady flaunting against the grain nigga still don't know me
It's about the money, and the rap shit, this crap shit
It ain't funny niggas don't even know how to act shit
what can I do, what can I say, is there another way ?
Blunts and Gin twenty-four parlay
My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free
niggas can't stand me
All Eyez on Me

(Chorus -- Tupac)

Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high

(Tupac)

The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me
will I survive, will I die, come on lets picture the possibilities
Giving me charges, lawyers making a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong and thats why I blaze shit
Was hyper as a kid, alone, as a teenager, on the mobile
calling big shots on the scene major
Packing hundreds in my drawers, Fuck the law
Bitches I fuck with a passion, livin' rough and raw
Catchin' cases at a fast rate, balllin' in the fast lane
Hustle 'til the morning, never stopped until the cash came
I live my life as a Thug nigga
untill the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa
cuz we be getting high
These niggas got me tossin' shit
I put the top down now its time to floss my shit
Keep your head up nigga, make these muthafuckas suffer
Up in the Benz burning rubber
The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped
Cuz the criminal lifestyle equipped with the bulletproof vest
Make sure your eyes is on the Meal ticket
Get your money muthafucka Lets get rich and we'll kick it
All eyez on Me

(Chorus -- Tupac)

Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high

All eyez on me

(Tupac talking)

Pay attention my niggas
see how that shit go
gonna walk up in this muthafucka
and its gonna be like "bing"
Cowards

Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (Bitches)
cuz we be getting high

Every mutha fuckin' way
I got a bustas, hoes, and police watching a nigga
You know

Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
All Eyez on me

Its like, what they think I'm walking around with some keys in my pocket
or something

All Eyez on me

They think I'm going back to jail
they really on that dope

Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all watching)
(I know y'all got me in the scopes)
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all know this is Thug Life Baabbby)
We be getting high
(Y'all got me under surveillance)

All eyez on Me

But I'm known

 

RUN THA STREETZ

(Michel'le -- Chorus x2)

(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)
i'll be waiting for you
until you get through
i'll be waiting)

(Tupac)

Now peep it
Here go tha secret on how to keep a playa
some love makin' and homecookin'
i'll see ya later
It don't take alot to keep a nigga hard
must be a lady in tha light
but real freaky in tha dark
plus I got some enemies, baby
hold my pistol
and wrap your arms around a nigga
everytime I kiss you
can you visualize the picture ?
me and you in extasy
don't be upset
it's good sex
when you next to me
do you wanna test me ?
put your tired head on my chest
A Thug niggas in tha house
now you can rest
I betcha never screamed a niggas whole name out
and felt tha pleasure and tha pain
about to fuck tha very taste out your mouth
If you call me when you need me
1-800-skypage
when you wanna see me
cause I can be your man
and baby you can be my lady
but you gotta give a nigga space
or you'll drive me crazy
Run tha Streetz....

(Chorus x2)

(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)
i'll be waiting for you
until you get through
i'll be waiting)

(Storm)

Now me and you was cool
but I ain't tha one to play tha fool
can't make no money in bed
so ain't no future fuckin' you
I ain't tha bitch ta love ya
can't do a damn thang for you
if you ain't about money
9 times outta ten
i'll ignore you
It's a man's World
but real women make tha shit go around
disrespect
and I clown
tha type of bitch to throw down
throw up tha block
cause nothin' stops my chips
I boss playa with this
then twist you lame tricks
Holla if ya understand my plan ladies
fuck havin' babies by them shady ass niggas
Swearin', he can save me
My stratagies official
checkin' ya pockets while I tounge kiss ya
soft as tissue
so my next issue is 'how to diss you ?'
they call me Storm
from tha day I was born
I been known to break tha coldest muthafucker
till' his hearts warm
I ain't never been tha type to wait at home alone
just cause we bone
don't mean you own me
nigga, i'm grown

(Chorus x2)

(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)
i'll be waiting for you
until you get through
i'll be waiting)

(Mutah)

I'd rather run tha streetz to make some mail
and put tha game down tight
for these gamin' bitches could get it right
It might be a plan that i'm choosen
don't get in confusion
because i'm known for showin' examples
how i do it
Thinkin' i'm new to this
because i'm younger
where i'll only leave you suspecious and to wonder
and at tha end I make a come up
Nigga, was raiseed up
off of M.O.B.
fighting over something
that's tellen me don't run tha streetz

(Tupac)

So tell me am I wrong ?
for tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in tha morning
by sunrise i'll be gone
all my homies is waitin' for me
plotin' on plans that we made
and all tha fun that it's gonna be
so meet me at 3'
and don't be late nigga
we hagin' out all night
while drinkin' straight liquor
I heard it's popin' at a club
but they say I can't get in
cause i'm dressed like a thug
until I die
i'll be game related
got me strivin' for a million
stayin' motivated
now that we made it
it's a battle
just for tha big money
I'm livin' wild
no smiles
cause ain't a thing funny
I came up hungry
just a little nigga
tryin' to make it
I only got one chance
so I gotta take it
ya never know when it's all gonna happen
tha rappen or tha drugs
but until then
give me love
and let me Run tha Streetz

(Chorus x7)

(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)
i'll be waiting for you
until you get through
i'll be waiting)

 

AIN'T HARD 2 FIND

Chorus
[2PAC] They say
[D-Shot] Influenced by crime, addicted to grinding
[C-BO] Where I can pile up my chips
[Richie Rich] And niggas call me a timer
[2PAC] I've been balling since my adolescent years steady climbing
[E-40] Man, you motherfuckers don't know nothing about no timing

Speaking
[2PAC, laughs] That's right, that's right, boy, start that shit off
[Richie Rich] Show 'em how you do it, man

Verse one: 2PAC
I heard a rumor I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized
Pictures of me in my final stage
You know mama cried
But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted
Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missing
Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find
Why I spend most of my time on California crime
Watching for thieving I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathing
Putting a bullet in motherfuckers give me a reason
See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded
You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment
I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead
Why the fuck you cowards be running?
Too scared to fight a G?
For the life of me, I cannot see
How motherfuckers picture living life after a night of fucking around with me
And if you don't like this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California, 'cause we ain't hard to find

Chorus
[D-Shot] Influenced by crime, addicted to grinding
[C-BO] Where I can pile up my chips
[Richie Rich] And niggas call me a timer
[2PAC] I've been balling since my adolescent years steady climbing
[E-40] Man, you motherfuckers don't know nothing about no timing

Verse two: C-BO
I got my locs on hard hat going to war
Breaking them off on sight, stopping lives like red lights
Watch 'em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers
And get to dumping on their ass, like the last outlaw
Rich, Tupac and The Click, smoking blunts, loadin clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We bring on horror like tales from the crypt
And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Verse three: B-Legit
I'm fully automatic full of static and shit
Moving Dodge van 50 rounds in the clip
I'm riding shot gun with the tint in the back
I plan to have a motherfuckering mint in this rap
I'm from the V A L L E J O
Where selling narcotics is all I know
I got blow, speed, weed, whatever your kind
And if you need a motherfucker I ain't hard to find

Verse four: D-Shot
Some may call me bootsy, but I call it timing
That's while I keeps on grindin (that's right)
To the point where a nigga can't stop
Too much feeling this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch
Whether it's a nigga or a hoe, a hoe
Get in my way, then that ass gots to go
'Cause a nigga steady plotting
I serves hit for hit and motherfuckers keep dropping

Chorus
[D-Shot] Influenced by crime, addicted to grinding
[C-BO] Where I can pile up my chips
[Richie Rich] And niggas call me a timer
[2PAC] I've been balling since my adolescent years steady climbing (Say what?)
[E-40] Man, you motherfuckers don't know nothing about no timing [laughs]

Speaking
[Tupac] C-BO, D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich, B-Legit
[E-40] The Bay, beatch

Verse five: E-40
Down the steps
Abandoned broken down apartment complex
Heavy metal lipstick hairy, can't be scary
Playboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama plate?
Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if you're gonna hesitate?
Best shake and bake although mine was first to ask niggas
Motherfuckers didn't think I wasn't going do somethin, ask niggas
Threaten your life, ain't like you love him
Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Verse six: Richie Rich
Check this out
I grew up with that nigga, threw up with that nigga
I hear he's trying to ride, double edging for the other side
But now, my glock be so judgmental
Back seat of a rental keep my name out your dental
Nigga, if you're gum bleeding and you needing
More than twenty stitches, you behave like them bitches (Biatch)
Sideways to the race
Heavy in the game, check the resident it's all the same (It's all the same)
Nigga, and we ain't hard to find

Speaking
[2PAC] Hell nah, we ain't hard to find
[B-Legit] The whole Clickalation, fool
[E-40] Motherfuckers hard to find, right here biatch
[2PAC] Why them niggas acting like they can't find us, like like they can't see us and like we don't be at the same spots they be at? [laughs]
[D-Shot] It's the same congregation, young Pac is back [laughs]
[2PAC] You know what I mean?
[C-BO] Nigga be looking all the way when he see you and shit
[D-Shot] It's a celebration, young Pac is back
[2PAC] Guess who's back, nigga?
[E-40] Motherfuckers better understand this shit
[2PAC] Hey, D-Shot, nigga, can we get paid man? Can we just go there and sock this shit up, please?
[D-Shot] Hey, we're smoking, and we ain't hard to find
[2PAC] Drinking and shit, fucking with some hurricane [laughs] thug passion too
[E-40] A motherfucker's gonna get his Marlboros regardless, player. East Post
[D-Shot] Westside to the next life and to the next coast

(Money over Bitches, know what I mean, m.o.b, m.o.b)

 

HEAVEN AIN'T HARD 2 FIND

(Tupac Talking)

Heaven ain't hard to find
(All you gotta do is look)

(Tupac)

Simply because you nervous, let me start off with my conversation
Hoping my information, eleviates the hesitiation
I can see it clearly now
catch you smiling through your frown
I'm askin' Baby Boo are you down ?
Although I know you've heard about my reputation
across the nation
"Mr. I get around"
My temptaion got me dripping wet
perspiration
I'm activated by the moves your making
Baby why you faking? strip naked get the love making
See its all in your mind, so every time I sip a glass of wine
I fantasize till that ass is mine
Never gettin' but wanting, never touching but wishing
A straight thug on a mission until I get what I'm missing
Stop with the beeper, baby Listen,
I know you're grown, but pay attention
Let me hypnotize with my tounge kissen'
This is a message to bomb bodies and all dimes
Turn around one more time
Heaven ain't hard to find

(Chorus)

(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)

Heaven ain't hard to find
Infact you can have it just have faith
Just like a little kid, still believing in magic
It takes a lot of scarifice
with all the lonely nights on tour
I need somebody I can trust in my life
Let me apply the brakes
baby you're moving to fast
My conversations are getting deeper, but first let me ask
Are you afraid of a thug ?
and have you ever made love with [?cherries?] and bubbles sipping in your tub
Touch me and let me activate your bloodpressure
This Thug Passion
help the average man love better
Picture me naked and glistening beneath the moonlight mist
Take a shot of that alazhay
come give me a kiss
And maybe we can be better friends
perhaps we'll be closer
I'll be the thug in your life
baby and you'll be my soulja
And I know it takes some time
And you got a lot of questions on your mind
But relax, in due time
Heaven Ain't Hard to Find

(Chorus)

(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)

You think we all dogs, thats why you cautious when I approached you
Been talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken
Through my eye contact, I wink and you respond back
Look at me
whats all that ? Huh
its like the closer you get, Baby the quicker I'm speaking
I got a flight out Chicago, lets kick it this weekend
I'm sipping Heneesee and coke
tho' addicted to weed smoke
I'm fiendin' for your body even mo'
Oh god help me identify me truest thoughts
your hidden motives full of passion who would of thought
Come hollar at me baby, love me for my thug nature
Far from a playa hater, label me a money maker
Straight heart breaker
Baby we can be friends
I can soup you in my Benz
we'll ride
I'll let you floss it for your friends
Once we begin
until the end, it gets better with time
I'm makin' love to your mind baby
Heaven ain't hard to find

(Chorus)

(Heaveeen)
Heaven ain't hard to find
(Heaven ain't hard to find)


 



 

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