LyricsSome of my Favorite 2pac songs;
Keep Ya Head Up Little something for my god son Elija and a little girl named Koreem Some say tha Blacker tha berry Tha sweeter tha juice I say, tha darker tha flesh and tha deeper tha roots I give a hollar to my sisters on welfare Tupac cares, but don't nobody else care I know they like ta beat ya down a lot And when ya come around tha block brothers clown a lot But please don't cry, dry ya eyes Never let up Forgive but don't forget girl keep ya head up And when he tells you you ain't nothin Don't believe him And if he can't learn ta love ya, you should leave him Cuz sister you don't need him I ain't tryin ta gash up, but I just callem how I see 'em Ya know what makes me unhappy When brothers make babies And leave a young mother ta be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman And out game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women Do we hate our women ? I think it's time ta kill for our women Time ta heal our women Be real to our women And if we don't We'll have a race of babies That hate tha ladies that make tha babies And since a man can't make one He has no right ta tell a woman when and where ta create one So will tha real men get up I know your fed up ladies But keep ya head up Oooooh child things are gonna get easier Oooooh child things are gonna get brighter Oooooh child things are gonna get easier Oooooh child things are gonna get brighter I remember Marvin Gay, usta sing ta me He had me feelin like black was tha thing ta be And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tuff I thought we had it rough, we always had enough I often huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke tha rules Ran with tha local crew and had a smoke or two And realize momma really paid tha price She nearly gave her life, ta raise me right And all I had ta give her was my pipe dreams Of how i'd rock tha mic and make it to tha big screen I'm tryin ta make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard ta be legit and still pay tha rent And in tha end it seems i'm headin for tha penn I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in tha wind Last night my buddy lost his whole family It's gonna take tha man in me Ta conquer this insanity It seems tha rain will never let up I try ta Keep My Head Up and still keep from getting wet up You know it's funny when it rains it pours They got money for wars, but can't feed tha poor Sad there ain't no hope for tha youth and tha truth is There ain't no hope for tha future And then they wonder why we crazy I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby We ain't meant ta survive, cause it's a setup And even though ya fed up Ya got ta Keep Ya 
How Do You Want It [KC and JoJo of Jodeci] 2X How do you want it How do you feel Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real (Tupac) Love tha way you agrivate your hips and push your ass out gotta nigga wantin' it's so bad i'm about to pass out wanna dig you and I can't even lie about it baby just eleviate your cloths time to fly up out it catch you at a club oh shit, you got me fiendin' body talken 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 tha freeway wait police, catch me if they can forgive me i'm a ridah still i'm just a simple man all I want is money fuck tha fame i'm a simple man Mr. International Playa with tha passport just like a ladder 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 ho need puff some more weed funk, ya don't need approachin' hochies with a passion been a long day but i've been drivin' 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... [KC and JoJo] 2X How do you want it How does it feel Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real (Tupac) Tell me is it cool to fuck ? you think I come to talk am I a fool or what ? positions on tha floor it's like erotic ironic cause i'm somewhat psychotic i'm hitten' 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 tha 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 ontop of me get her rockin' these nights full of Alazhay a livin' legend you ain't heard about these niggas played in cali days Deloris Tucker you's a muthafucker instead of tryin' to help a nigga you destroy a brotha worst than tha others Bill Clinton Mr. Bob Dole You too old to understand tha way tha game is told your lame so I gotta hit you with tha high facts won't someone listen ? makin' millions niggas top that they wanna censor me they ratha see me in a cell livin' in hell with only a few of us to live to tell now everybody talken about us I could give a fuck I'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss Nigga tell me how you want it..... [KC and JoJo] 2X How do you want it How do you feel Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game I'm livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real (Tupac) Raised as a youth tell truth I got tha scoop on how to get a bulletproof cause I jump on tha roof before I was a teenager mobile phone Skypager game rules i'm livin' major my advasaries is lookin' worried they paranoid of getten' buried one of us gonna see tha cemetary My only hope is survive If I wish to stay alive getten' high see tha 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 taxs for me crossed up with people tryin' ta sue me media is in my business and they actin' like they know me but i'ma mash out peel out i'm murder quick that's with the whip'n fucken 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 ? [KC and JoJo] 8X How do you want it How does it feel Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane i'm for real
Changes Come on come on I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself is life worth living should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero Give crack to the kids who the hell cares one less ugly mouth on the welfare First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other It's time to fight back that's what Huey said 2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers and that's how it's supposed to be How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? I'd love to go back to when we played as kids but things changed, and that's the way it is [Bridge w/ changing ad libs] Come on come on That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is aww yeah [Repeat] I see no changes all I see is racist faces misplaced hate makes disgrace to races We under I wonder what it takes to make this one better place, let's erase the wasted Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right 'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight and only time we chill is when we kill each other it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And although it seems heaven sent We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks But some things will never change try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game Now tell me what's a mother to do bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you You gotta operate the easy way "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid," Well hey, well that's the way it is [Bridge] [Talking:] We gotta make a change... It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes. Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live and let's change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta do, to survive. And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp slap you up You gotta learn to hold ya own they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone But tell the cops they can't touch this I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool my mama didn't raise no fool And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs some buck that I roughed up way back comin' back after all these years rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh [Bridge 'til fade]
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