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    I GOT ALOT LOL!

    2pac - Lost Souls Lyrics

    [Featuring Outlawz]

    [Tupac]
    Cause I hate to spend
    My life, my life, my life, my life

    Duckin one-time! (Lost Soul)
    How it start, how it start
    Started off with, runnin from copses duck and hide from helicopters

    We open fire, who can stop us
    Livin the life of trife juveniles, hopin for righteous

    Gettin twenty-five to life, if the judge don't like us
    In my clearest pictures, I see authorities itchin to get us

    ATF state feds scandalous *****es
    I wasn't promised to it, wasn't bitter or sweet

    See if a, nigga don't hustle then the nigga don't eat
    Only streets livin do or die circle complete

    Repetitive motions and felons in the rush for cheese
    Please understand my history a man of many acts

    Livin Thug Life, comin equipped, with many gats
    Maybe I was just a Lost Soul, trapped in time

    Livin in between life, and the cracks were blind
    Even though we had hope for dreams that never came

    Yet and still we all feel pain
    Just wait until rain turn to sunshine

    Cause I hate to spend, my life, my life, my life, my life

    Duckin one-time! Stranded in the County in the worst way
    Hell of a way to spend my twenty-first birthday

    Born in the ghetto as a street thug
    It's for the neighborhood and weed spots that we love
    Lost Souls...

    Lost Souls nigga, for my homeboys that passed on
    Words from the mind of a Lost Soul

    Just wait until rain turn to sunshine
    Cause I hate to spend, my life, my life, my life, my life

    Duckin one-time!
    [Young Noble]
    My brother Sean, first on my list, he stuck with
    a three-five when he get out

    would I be dead or alive
    He taught me the rules so much, but still In Thugs I Trust

    When in danger never hesitate to keep my ****in trap shut
    My Mom Dukes got a little bit of Thug in her

    The Devil loves sinners crackheads and drug dealer
    Sometimes I feel like the

    streets are takin over
    Never stayin sober, the brain over and over backtrack

    My stack's fat, I used to take new
    One love to my crew aiyyo this one's for you

    [Tupac]
    R.I.P., rest in peace to Moo Brown
    Know what we gotta do baby, one-time
    Just wait until rain turn to sunshine

    Cause I hate to spend, my life, my life, my life, my life
    Duckin one-time!
    (repeat 2X)
    One-time! One-time! One-time!

    [Idi Amin]
    I was born twenty-two years ago, yesterday
    But see I saw no reason for me to celebrate, let me demonstrate

    Entered the world from out a poisonous womb
    Heroin bein consumed already predicitin my doom, soon
    to be one of the many
    misguided

    Always the first one on the block to be done tried it and liked it

    Lost before I had a chance to find my way
    Now I travel through life, not knowin the time of day

    Crime for pay, I'm on my way, but don't know, where I'ma end up

    I swear to God, it's just a setup
    And these are the words from the mind of a Lost Soul (I'ma Lost Soul)

    [Tupac]
    Just wait until rain turn to sunshine
    Cause I hate to spend, my life, my life, my life, my life

    Duckin one-time!
    (repeat 8X)
    All of y'all, keepin y'all in health

    To all of y'all, keepin y'all in health
    Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself

    (repeat 2X)
    For all my Doggz, keepin y'all in health

    Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
    (repeat 3X)

    Throw your hands up (4X to fade)
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    from Gang Related soundtrack
    f/ Outlawz

    [2Pac]
    No man seperate what we create
    Unstoppable, untouchable, mother****in worldwide mob figures
    Death Row at it's finest!
    M.O.B., thug for mother****in lifeMother****in made niggaz
    We comin after these niggaz, worldwide
    Feel me! Makaveli the Don

    My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug
    House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love
    Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs
    Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?
    World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star
    **** the love, niggaz fear me
    Got these niggaz runnin all wild from my double-I
    When we ride mother****ers is sho' to die
    Boom once I enter the room, in the air
    all you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz scared
    They don't wanna see me head on..
    Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone
    Call a gravedigga, ****in with a made nigga, M.O.B.
    Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker..
    **** 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer
    Much more than six figures, a mother****in made nigga

    (Can you feel me?)
    A mother****in made nigga..
    I got a plot to get richer, take my picture
    A made nigga

    [Napolean]
    Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat
    My role model was killin niggaz so I know, I would never be weak
    They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins
    These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed them
    Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz
    And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz
    Niggaz don't like us because they *****es straight love us
    The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us
    It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin
    and seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin
    A made nigga

    [Fatal Hussein]
    How many niggaz fall in ya vision?
    Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison
    We mash together, plus we get cash together
    Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever
    It's only one way out and one way in
    Mother****ers cross and get crossed out, never made men
    We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot
    Blow the roof off them groups like (?)Rachmel Raouf(?)
    I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch
    And the niggaz that I'm under, is just too much
    We made niggaz

    [E.D.I.]
    Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine
    Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen
    I began the paper, stackin at those
    who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's
    Baby, maybe, that's if I slip
    But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin
    Born July, 7th a few shed eyes
    Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish
    But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game
    Made for war, my aim is simple and plain
    Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain
    You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin

    [Kastro]
    I ain't count the line, my strap, not head,
    there will be none of that
    The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat
    With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga
    Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea
    lFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb
    with a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun
    And the outcome will be the same every time
    We all gon' die, get yours cause I'ma get mine

    [Khadafi]
    Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit
    Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public
    With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw
    Thug nigga to the core
    The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level
    Shootin my gauge to get paid, a ****in crazed devil
    Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year
    Made niggaz on ya mother****in tear, I'm a made nigga

    [2Pac]
    Ha ha ha.. call me a Bad Boy killer murder mother****ers daily
    Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli
    Gettin lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries
    Game, when applied help me survive several centuries
    Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage
    Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray
    They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced
    On my knees to God, beggin for repentence
    I'm convinced, that I'm a thug
    They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs
    Diss the don and I'll kidnap your daughter
    Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order
    Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain
    my army of lunatics that stay armed
    Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga
    Outlaw to the grave, a mother****in made nigga

    [2Pac]
    Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha
    Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched
    My adversaries, get ****ed, feel me?
    Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M.
    I sell my shit to the fiends, all the *****es scream
    Come and see, to see a made nigga
    The Outlawz.. Makaveli The Don
    Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi..
    Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggaz on the streets
    The mother****in made Niggaz
    All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound
    Tha Doggfather, and all his niggaz
    You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger
    Kurupt, Young Gotti..(Hahaha, Westside made niggaz BEOTCH!!)

    [Cop speaks over Tupac's part above]
    Uhh.. sarge.. uhh..
    We've got uhh Tupac Shakur..
    Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein..
    Uhh Kastro, Khadafi
    We got a bunch of niggaz here
    They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money
    They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?
    Uhh I repeat let 'em go
    I repeat, let 'em go
    They're made niggaz.. let 'em go
    But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed
    I said let 'em go
    Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry


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    I LUV THIS ONE

    MAKAVELI - Blasphemy

    [This Week in Bible Prophecy]
    God has a plan -- and the bible unfolds that wonderful plan
    through the message of prophecy
    God sent Jesus into this world to be our saviour
    And that Christ is returning, someday soon
    to unfold the wonderful plan of eternity, for my life and your life
    As long as we're cooperating with God
    by accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and saviour
    And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
    We'll see you next time here on This Week in Bible Prophecy

    [Tupac]
    Tupac don't start that blasphemy in here!
    Makaveli, the new breed -- and I remember what my pops told me
    The new word, follow me -- remember what my pops told me

    My family tree, consists of drug dealers, thugs and killers
    Strugglin, known to hustle screamin **** they feelings
    I got advice from my father, all he told me was this
    Niggaz, get off your ass if you plan to be rich
    There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two
    Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do
    Now rule one -- get your cash on, M.O.B.
    That's Money Over *****es, cause they breed envy
    Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies
    Keep yo', enemies close nigga, watch yo' homies
    It seemed a little unimportant, when he told me I smiled
    Picture jewels being handed, to an innocent child
    I never knew in my lifetime I'd live by these rules
    Initiated as an outlaw, studying rules
    Now papa ain't around, so I gotta recall
    or come to grips with bein on my enemy's wall (rest in peace)
    Promised if I have a seed, I'ma guide him right
    Dear Lord don't let me die tonite
    I got words for my comrades, listen and learn
    Ain't nuttin free, give back what you earn, no doubt
    Gettin higher than a mother****er, blessed and pleased
    This Thug Life'll be the death of me, c'mon, yeah

    And I remember what my papa told me
    Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy

    [Chorus: Prince Ital]

    Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord
    Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin my bird in a cloud
    Usin de name of de Lord in vein
    While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain

    [Tupac]
    We probably in Hell already, our dumb asses not knowin
    Everybody kissin ass to go to heaven ain't goin
    Put my soul on it, I'm fightin devil niggaz daily
    Plus the media be crucifying brothers severly
    Tell me I ain't God's son, nigga mom a virgin
    We got addicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
    doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay
    Criminal mind all the time, wait for Judgment Day
    They say Moses split the Red Sea
    I split the blunt and rolled the fat one, I'm deadly -- Babylon beware
    Comin from the Pharoahe's kids, retaliation
    Makin legends off the shit we did, still bullshittin
    Niggaz in Jerusalem, waitin for signs
    God promised, she's just takin her time, haha
    Living by the Nile while the water flows
    I'm contemplating plots wondering which door to go
    Brothas getting shot, comin back resurrected
    It's just that raw shit, nigga check it (that raw shit)

    And I remember what my papa told me
    Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy

    [Chorus]

    [Tupac]
    The preacher want me buried why? Cause I know he a liar
    Have you ever seen a crackhead, that's eternal fire
    Why you got these kids minds, thinkin that they evil
    while the preacher bein richer you say honor God's people
    Should we cry, when the Pope die, my request
    We should cry if they cried when we buried Malcolm X
    Mama tell me am I wrong, is God just another cop
    waitin to beat my ass if I don't go pop?
    Memories of a past time, givin up cash
    to the leaders, knowin damn well, it ain't gonna feed us
    In my brain how can you explain, time in D.C.
    It's hard enough to live now, in these times of greed
    They say Jesus is a kind man, well he should understand
    times in this crime man, my Thug nation
    Do whatchu gotta do but know you gotta change
    Try to find a way to make it out the game
    I leave this and hope God can see my heart is pure
    Is heaven just another door? I leave this here
    I leave this and hope God see my heart is pure
    Is heaven just another door? And my people say

    [Chorus 4X]

    Our father, who art in heaven
    Hallow be thy name
    Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
    In earth, as it is in heaven
    Give us this day, our daily bread
    As we give up our debts
    As we forgive our debt-ors
    Lead us not into temptation
    but deliver us, unevil
    For God, is the kingdom, and the power
    and the glory forever, and ever, and ever


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    "Hold Ya Head"

    My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island
    Mumia Atumie, Gerino Pratt,
    All the political Prisoners
    San Quiton

    "Can you see him?"
    "I See Him"

    [2Pac:] "I'm Alive"

    Yeah
    One Thug, One Thug

    How do we keep the music playing

    One Thug, One Thug

    I wake up early in the morning
    My state so Military
    Suckas Fantasize, Pictures of a
    Young Brother Buried
    Was it me, The Weed, Or this life I lead
    If daytime is for suckas then
    Tonight we Bleed
    Out for all that
    Knowing that this world brings drawbacks
    Look how this shit bumps
    Once I deliver these war raps
    Meet me at the cemetary
    Dressed in Black
    Tonight we
    Follow the dead
    And those who won't be back
    So if I die
    To the same for me
    Shed no tear
    An Outlaw, thug living in this game,
    for years
    Why worry,
    Hope to god
    Get me high
    When I'm burried
    Knowing deep inside me
    Only if yah love
    Come rush me to the gates of heaven
    Let me picture for a while
    How I live for my days, as a child
    I wonder now
    How do we outlast, always get cash
    Stay strong if we all mash
    Hold Your head

    [Chorus]

    How do we keep the music playing
    How do we get ahead
    To many young black brothers are dying
    Living Fast, too fast

    These felonies be like prophecies
    Begging me to stop
    Cuz These lawyers getting money
    Everytime they knock us
    Slashing pockets lyrically
    Suckas fleed when they notice
    Switched my name to Makaveli
    Had the rap game closed
    Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows
    They froze
    Now suckas idealize my choosen Blows
    More money mean litigating
    More Playa hating
    Got a cell at the penn for me waiting
    Is this my fate
    Miss me with that mistermeaner thinking
    Me fall back
    Never That
    Too much Tequilla drinking
    We all that
    Make them understand me
    Hey I'll stay all night out with my Posse
    Everyone roll with me is family
    Cuz everybodies got me
    Watch me paint a perfect vision
    This life we living
    Got us all meeting up in Prison
    Last week I got a letter from my road dog
    Written in Blood
    Saying, "Please show a young playa love"
    Hold your head
    Hold it

    [Chorus]

    How do we keep the music playing
    How do we get ahead
    To many young black brothers are dying
    Living Fast, too fast

    God bless the child that can hold is own
    Indeed
    Enemies Bleed when I hold my chrome
    Let these words be to last
    to my unborn seeds
    Hope to raise my young nation
    In this world of greed
    Currency means nothing if you still ain't free
    Money breeds jealousy
    Take the game from me
    I hope for better days
    Trouble comes naturally
    Running from authorities
    Till they capture me
    And my AIM is to spread more smiles than tears
    Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years
    Maybe Mama had it all right
    Rest your head
    Straight converstion all night
    Bless the dead
    To the homies that I usta have
    That no longer roll
    Catch a brother at the crossroads
    Plus nobody knows my soul
    Watching time pass
    Through the glass of my drop top
    Hold your head

    [Chorus]


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    2pac - Krazy Lyrics


    "Krazy"(feat. Bad Ass)

    [Intro]
    Hand me a cigarette DAWG! [inhales]
    They got me feelin crazier than a mother****er
    I got Bad Ass in this mother****er
    Makaveli the Don, representin the Outlawz
    Bad Ass representin the L.B.C.
    So what'cha wanna do? Y'know how we do it

    [overlapping the Intro]
    .. puffin on lye
    Hopin that it get me high
    Got a nigga goin cra-zy
    Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy

    [Chorus]
    Time goes by, puffin on lye
    Hopin that it gets me high
    Got a nigga goin cra-zy
    Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy

    (Tell 'em bout it)

    [2Pac]
    Last year was a hard one, but life goes on
    Hold my head against the wall learnin right from wrong
    They say my ghetto intrumental, detrimental to kids
    As if they can't see the misery in which they live
    Blame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check it
    Don't have to bump this but please respect it
    I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us
    Turned into a plus, now they stuck livin blinded
    Hennesey got me feelin bad, time to stop drinkin
    Rollin, in my drop-top Jag, what's that cops thinkin?
    Sittin in my car, watch the stars and smoke
    I came a long way but still I got so far to go
    Dear mama, don't worry; I'ma watch for snakes
    Tell Setchu, that I love her, but it's hard to take
    I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
    This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was

    [Chorus - repeat 2X]

    (One, two, three, four)

    [2Pac]
    I see bloods and crips runnin up the hill
    Lookin for a better wayyyyyy..
    My brothers and sisters it's time to bail
    cause even thug niggaz prayyyyyy..
    Hopin God hear me, I entered the game; look how much I changed
    I'm no longer innocent - casualties of fame
    Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places
    And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face
    when I gave her the keys to her own house, this your land
    Your only son done became a man
    Watchin time fly; I love my people do or die
    But I wonder why, we scared to let each other fly
    June 1-6, '7-1, the day
    mama pushed me out her womb, told me, "Nigga get paid."
    No one can understand me - the black sheep
    Outcasted from my family, now packin heat
    I run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
    When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..

    [Chorus - repeat 2X]

    [Bad Ass]
    God help me out here, cause I'm posessed
    I need the root of all evil for my stress
    Cause money's like a stong prescription drug, it's got me addicted
    to the pleasure and the pain it inflicted
    Somethin bout the paper wit the pictures of the president's, head
    Damn, it's like a mother****in plague that spread
    It's epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worse
    I keep my head on straight, makin money cause it's cursed
    Makin money makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay
    paid, no doubt, day in and day out
    This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin to live
    No matter how hard you try, it's in death, you gotta die
    A lot of my, peers didn't make it to the years to come
    Did life doin right, or did life livin dumb
    Who has the answers? I wonder; I turn to my elders
    They aged and experienced, but they can't even tell ya
    or tell me, that there'll be light at the end of the road
    (Why?) Cause they don't even know
    A million thangs run through my mind..
    You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin time..

    [Chorus - repeat 2X]

    [Chorus repeats while Tupac speaks below]

    [2Pac]
    I feel ****ed up in this *****.
    I smoked half a ounce to the head
    Chocolate tye, indo, Hawaiian, lambsbread, buddha, all that shit
    I'm ****ed up in this mother****er, and Hennesey don't help
    and Hennesey don't help - Thug Passion in this muh'****er
    Makaveli the Don puttin it down to the fullest, maximum overload
    3 Day Theory - Killuminati to your body
    with the impact of a 12 gauge shotty
    Double-I slugs, no love, straight thugs

    One time for my niggaz in the jail cell
    (One time for my niggaz locked up)
    One time for my niggaz doin life in hell
    (One time for my niggaz and shit, one time)
    One time for my niggaz in the jail cell
    (One time)
    One time for my niggaz doin life in hell
    (One time for my niggaz locked down)
    One time for my niggaz in the jail cell
    (For my niggaz locked up, one time)
    One time for my niggaz on Death Row
    (One time for my niggaz on the Row)
    For my niggaz on Death Row
    One time for my niggaz livin, broke
    (Westside, California style, L.A.!)
    One time for my niggaz livin, broke
    (You know what time it is, no doubt)
    One time for my niggaz in the.. jail cell
    (Get high, puffin on lye, wonder if it get me high)
    (Yeah, yeah, crazy..)


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    The last 3 you posted are definately some of my favorites, along with:

    I hear Brenda's got a baby
    But Brenda's barely got a brain
    A damn shame
    The girl can hardly spell her name
    (That's not her problem, that's up ta Brenda's family)
    Well let me show ya how it affects tha whole community
    Now Brenda really never knew her moms and her dad was a
    junky
    PUTTIN' LEAD INTO HIS ARMS, it's sad
    Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
    Just cause your in tha ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow
    But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
    Do whatever it takes ta resist the temptation
    Brenda got herself a boyfriend
    Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch tha joy end
    She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
    Who really didn't care to see, or give a damn if she
    Went out and had a church of kids
    As long as when tha check came they got first dibs
    Now Brendas belly is gettin bigger
    But no one seems ta notice any change in her figure
    She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
    In love with tha molester, whos sexing her crazy
    And yet all she thinks that he'll be with her forever
    And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together,
    whatever
    He left her and she had tha baby solo, she had it on tha
    bathroom floor
    And didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away and
    what ta keep
    She wrapped tha baby up and threw him in tha trash heep
    I guess she thought she'd get away
    Wouldn't hear tha cries
    She didn't realize
    How much tha little baby had her eyes
    Now tha babys in tha trash heep balling
    Momma can't help her, but it hurts ta hear her calling
    Brenda wants ta run away
    Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, tha social workers here
    everyday
    Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
    Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
    No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
    She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed
    So now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sell
    So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell
    It's payin tha rent, so she really can't complain
    Prostitute, found slain, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby

    Baaaaaaaaby

    (don't you know she's got a baby)
    (don't you know she's got a baby)
    (don't you know she's got a baby)
    (don't you know she's got a baby)
    (don't you know she's got a baby)
    (don't you know she's got a baby)
    I Present:
    LUPE FIASCO'S 'THE COOL'



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    Brenda's got a baby is also my favo!! 2lDiel4


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    2pac - Troublesome '96 Lyrics



    Troublesome nigga
    [chorus plays in background]
    Troublesome 19-mutha****in-96 (westside)
    Let it be known nigga
    Boss of all bosses, Makaveli

    Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon
    making niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections
    can you picture my specific plan
    to be the man in this wicked land,underhanded hits are planned
    scams are plotted over grams and rocks
    when undercover agents die by the random shots
    we all die in the end, so the feds we swore
    I was all about my ends, **** friends and foes
    me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata
    got me a dog get nigga Mobb ***** nigga eata
    what could they do to me that little brat
    shit them niggas shot me and still terrified, I'll get their ass
    how can I show you how I feel inside
    we outlawz mother****as can't kill my pride
    niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after im gone
    cause they fear me in physical form let it be known
    I'm troublesome

    [chorus]
    tra la la la la la all ya niggas die [several times]

    trouble shit
    gutter ways my mentality is ghetto
    we're guerillas in this criminal war, we all rebels
    death before dishonor bet on bomb on them first niggas do
    we came for murder, pullin' up in a herse
    westside was the war cry bustin' all freely screaming ****
    all ya'll niggas in Swahili
    pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back
    release me to care of my heartless strap
    say my name three times like Candyman
    bet I roll on your ass like an avalance
    a soul survivor, learned to get high and pull drive bys
    burned my folks, can't control my nine
    hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please
    busta ass mother****as tried to flee
    picture me lettin this chump survive
    redin' up on his ass when I'm doped and died
    cause I'm troublesome

    [chorus]

    murder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme
    the crime rate ain't decline
    niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind
    like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind
    tell me young nigga never learned a thang
    dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang
    sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry
    try to warn the little nigga either stop or die
    mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream
    afraid to sleep in havin' of crazy dreams
    vivid pictures of my enemies and family times
    God to forgive me cause it's wrong but I plan to die
    need to take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep
    did the best I could, raised in insanity
    or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life
    ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life
    cause I'm troublesome


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    2Pac
    Life's So Hard
    Ma-ah-an, it ain't easy
    They got me goin cold-hearted
    Probation, violation, incarceration
    Frustration, you know
    **** that, nigga damn near bouts to start basin
    It's hard! Hard on a nigga
    *coughing*
    Hard on a nigga (yeah it is, yeah it is)
    *whispered* Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
    Watch out nigga!

    Chorus: Now tell me do you see
    Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G
    (repeat 2X)

    [Tupac - chorus 2X throughout]
    Daz in this mother****er
    Alright bwoy, drop that shit
    Whassup man? Always listen to that shit?
    That ole criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me

    Verse One:

    Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame
    Young niggaz gettin murdered straight took out the game
    As I sit here puffin on a cigarette
    Gotta be ready, never know who's plottin on a niggaz death
    These are the rough times, best to hurry up
    and duck muh****er 'fore I buck mine
    It's gettin crazy and everybody's strapped
    Surrounded by niggaz but nary a mother****er down to watch my back
    These are the ***** made niggaz, you been played nigga
    While you starvin and broke they pullin six figures
    Oooh, what can you do
    when you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the twenty-two
    Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin
    on this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me?
    Heyyy, I have no remorse
    as I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh

    Chorus

    Verse Two:

    Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it
    I'm the first muh****er that can outrun a bullet
    It's them Thug Life niggaz, them done like triggers
    Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like *****es
    Now my riches is gettin hoe-zone, it's on
    **** a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone
    I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin that spinach
    and stayin strong to the finish and then I ride out
    See you on the freeway, sorry baby
    but I gotta call my homey see what he say
    I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine
    I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime
    And ain't no way I'ma let ***** made nigga worry me
    Catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me
    Hell nah nigga have to plug me twice
    Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, mother****er can you see?

    Chorus 2X

    Verse Three:

    Never bow down let these other *****es crawl
    I'm a Thug mother****er and these Thugs only ball
    Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave
    I'm a muh****in fool, but I choose to get paid
    Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright
    Me and my ***** named Nina are fiendin tonight
    Ain't nobody livin safe, got a Glock, and I'm stressin
    All I want is my muh****in money, ain't no question
    Don't try to stall little trick, cause we hit
    So bring in the scissors and get to clippin that dick
    I'd rather die young than die old and broke
    That's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke
    My memories as a youngsta, hangin with the homies
    But now I'm doin bad and them *****es don't know me (Who? Who?)
    But playa haters can't fade me (Why?)
    Cause this is Thug Life nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you see?

    Chorus 2X

    Verse Four:

    Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop cars
    Gettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don't drop my guards
    My life is hectic my homies send mail from jail
    Niggaz in Hell got some horrible stories to tell
    I'm catchin cases and still tryin to stack a grip
    The IRS is tryin to stress off a niggaz shit
    A young nigga never had a prayer to prevail
    And all my peers doin years locked up in jail
    What can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew
    And creep around with them Dogg Pound niggaz too
    And now we rich ain't no ***** than can touch us
    And it's a trip, how we clown, when we **** sluts
    Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang
    And mother****ers got on do-rags

    Chorus 2X

    Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I mother****in get paid
    Nigga can work for his money all mother****in day and
    still never see a piece of it, you understand me?
    It's not about the nice guy
    It's bout the hardworkin mother****in Thug nigga
    If you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't really doin nothin
    (Chorus repeats in background)
    You ain't really makin nothin
    These mother****in po-po's and these pink folks
    got it all locked up for us to fail
    See how they did O.J., and they doin niggaz like that all day
    So if you don't watch your mother****in stack
    believe me, this could be your last breath...

    Chorus 2X to fade


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    2PAC LYRICS

    "God Bless The Dead"
    (feat. Stretch)

    [2pac:]
    Rest in peace to my motha****a Biggie Smalls
    That's right boy, it's goin on
    Right here, Thug Life
    God bless the dead

    God bless the dead & buried nigga
    Don't worry if you see God first tell Him shit got worse
    I ain't mad, I know you're representin the crew
    And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt & a brew
    **** the world, pain was a part of the game
    If you a baller, money went as quick as it came
    My role models gone or they locked in the pen
    Straight hustlas, caught up in the whirlwind
    The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggie
    Sayin shit don't stop, nigga, no pity
    We all hoods, and all we ever had was dreams
    Money makin motha****as plot scandalous schemes
    In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind
    I was addicted to tryin, never meant to do time
    My epitaph will read "Was the last of Gs
    Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed
    God bless the dead"

    [Chorus - 2pac:]
    God bless the dead
    God bless the dead
    God bless the dead

    [2pac:]
    Man, ain't nobody promised me a thang
    I been caught up in this game
    Ever since I was a little mother****a wantin to hang
    I can see 'em in my head, pow
    Memories of my nigga but he dead now
    Lookin back in my yearbook all the years took
    Half my peers, they're stretched for years
    And if I die will they all shed tears
    Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clear
    Paranoid got me lookin in the mirror
    Behind me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the time
    See I'm old enough to know that ain't no justice
    **** the police & all the courts same way they ****ed us
    And why the hell am I locked in jail
    They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell
    In my mind I can see it comin
    And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin
    By keepin gun & never run unless I'm comin at ya
    Cry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter
    God bless the dead

    [Chorus]

    [2pac:]
    Rest in peace to all the mother****as that passed too early
    All the young mother****as that was took in they prime
    Real mother****in Gz, this one is for you
    Yo Stretch, Biggie

    [Stretch:]
    Yo Big this is to you my nigga
    Springfield Hollis crew, Thug Life, YGz
    Sendin they respect, know I mean?
    You my nigga for life, forever
    You're always gonna be with a nigga
    No matter what, don't forget that

    I pray before I go to sleep
    "Dear God save my place before I start to eat, cause times is hard
    So I'm covered to my knees, oh why?
    Why you had to take my nigga with the rock I buy?
    You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton
    Niggas terrified of comin from the young gun
    Hearin that they did it outta fear don't amaze me
    But it's mind blowin, so I'm flowin goin crazy
    Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run like a punk
    He shoulda had the gauge in the trunk
    For spunk is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
    Now ya bout to smell the aftermath of what the mack did
    Wannabe suckers wanna test, I'm tellin you, yes
    The teflon's bout to rip through your ****in vest
    Guess who? I'll make a mess of your crew quick
    The spirit Biggie Smalls and the ??? clique, yeah
    God bless the dead
    God bless the dead
    God bless the dead
    God bless the dead


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    nobody got favo makaveli lyricz? i dont believe that


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    Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
    Some where inside my childhood I missed my heart die
    And even though we both came from the same places
    The money and the fame made us all change places
    How could it be through the misery
    That came to pass
    The hard times
    Can make a true friend afraid to ask
    For currency
    But you could run to me when you need me
    I'll never leave honestly, someone to believe in the shit we see
    It's a small thing through and true
    What could I do?
    Real homies help you get through
    And comin' knew he'd do the same thang if he could
    Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
    And happy times we be actin' up call the cops
    Bringin' the cease to the peace that was on my block
    It never stops, when my mama ask me will I change
    I tell her yeah but it's clear I'll always be the same
    Until the end of time

    [Chorus]

    So take, these broken wings
    I need your hands to come and heal me once again
    Until the End of Time
    So I can fly
    Until the End of Time
    Until the End of Time
    Till the End of Time

    Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
    My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids
    So you know, I don't hang around the house much
    This all night money makin' got me outta touch, shit
    Ain't flashed a smile in a long while
    An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto child's
    My attitude got me walkin' solo
    Ride out alone in my low-low
    Watchin' the whole world move in slow mo
    For quite times disappear listen to the ocean
    Smokin' ports think my thoughts
    Then it's back to coastin'
    Who can I trust in this cold world
    My phony homey had a baby by my own girl
    But I ain't trippin' I'm a playa
    I ain't sweatin' him
    I sex his sister had her mumbling like a Mexican
    His next of kin
    No remorse it was meant to happen
    Besides rappin' the only thing I did good was scrappin'
    Until the end of time

    [Chorus] 2X

    Ha ha
    Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?
    To life my life as an Outlaw all alone
    Remain strong in this planet full of playa hatas
    They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
    And in the end drinkin' Hennessey made all my enemies envy me
    So cold when I flow illuminatin' easily
    Falls to they knees
    They plead for they right to breathe
    While beggin' me to keep the peace
    Ha ha
    Well I can see close into achieve
    In times of danger don't freeze time to be a chief
    Follow my lead I supply everything you need
    An ounce of game and the trainin' to make a G
    Remember me as an outcast outlaw
    Another album out that's what I'm about, more
    Gettin' raw 'till the day I see my casket
    Buried as a G while the whole world remembers me
    Until the end of time

    [Chorus] 2X

    If an angel comes down and takes me away
    The memories of me
    And my song's will always stay
    Because I (I can fly, I can fly, I can fly)
    'til the end of time
    'til the end of time

    Maybe it's the thug in me

    i think this song is deep

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    "Hellrazor"
    (feat. Stretch)


    Major! Hell mother****in yeah
    This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolin, hell yeah
    Mama raised a hellrazor... born thuggin
    Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen
    On the scene watchin fiends buggin
    Kickin up dust with the older G's
    Soakin up the game that was told to me
    I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot, I learned
    not to trust the ***** from the prostitutes, was taught lessons
    A young nigga askin questions while other suckers was guessin
    I was ganked for sexin
    Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it
    I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin class
    and I'm buckin blastin, straight mashin
    Mobbin through the overpass laughin
    While these other mother****ers try to figure out, no doubt
    They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord
    Can ya feel me? I keep my finger in the trigger
    Cause some nigga tried to kill me
    and mama raised a hellraizor, everyday gettin paid
    Police on my pager, straight stressin
    A fugitive my occupation is under question
    Wanted for investigation, and even though
    I'm marked for death, I'ma spark til I lose my breath
    Mother****ers, every time I see the paper
    I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer
    They come to get ya, it's like a mother****in trap
    And they wonder why it's hard bein black
    Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh

    [Chorus: Stretch]

    Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
    Lord be my savior, unnh
    [Repeat 4X]
    Mama raised a hellrazor
    [2Pac] Dear Lord can ya feel me
    Stress gettin major, unnh
    Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major

    Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign
    Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin
    Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure
    Why you let the police beat down niggaz
    I'm startin to think all the rich in the world is safe
    While the po' babies restin in the early graves
    God come save the youth
    Ain't nothin else to do but have faith in you
    Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand
    Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand
    And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
    crooked cop killin Glock, tell me Lord
    Can ya feel me? Show a way
    I'm prayin but my enemies won't go away
    And everywhere I turn I see niggaz burn
    Every nigga that I know's on death row
    My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price
    Little young mother****er doin triple life
    Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin better
    If my nigga knew the truth he'd hit the roof
    Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, **** the drama
    Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts
    Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin
    Bout to break my nigga out the ****in pen
    Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah
    C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor
    Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin major
    (Lord be my savior, unnh)

    [Chorus: Stretch]

    Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
    Lord be my savior, unhh
    [repeat 2X]
    Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major

    Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me
    A young nigga tryin to make it on these rough streets
    I'm on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME
    THE WHOLE WORLD done made a nigga crazy!
    I got my three-five-seven can't control it
    Screamin die mother****er and he's loaded
    Everybody run for cover, I cause shit
    Thug Life mother****er, duck quick
    Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me
    Cause do or die gettin high til the bury me
    Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why
    Little girl like LaTasha, had to die
    She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot
    Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped
    And when I saw it on the news I see busta girl killin 'Tasha
    Now I'm screamin **** the world, in the end
    it's my friends, that flip-flop
    Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop
    Thug Life mother****er I lick shots
    Every nigga on my block dropped two cops
    Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die
    Let a nigga be strapped, ****ed up, and high
    with my hands on the trugger, Thug nigga
    Stressin like a mother****in drug dealer
    And even in the darkest nights, I'm a Thug for Life
    I got the heart to fight now
    Mama raised a hellraiser why cry
    That's just life in the ghetto, do or die


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    2pac - No More Pain

    [Intro: 2Pac]

    Hey DeVante
    Nigga, don'tcha know we're gonna sow up every ***** in the country
    Me and you, up in the same mother****in room
    On the same level
    This shit here, hahahaha
    Please, no more pain
    That's right nigga
    Hey drop that shit boy

    [Verse One: 2Pac]

    My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes
    My lyrics explode on contact, gamin you hoes
    Who else but Mama's only son, **** the phony niggaz I'm the one
    Say my name, watch *****es come, now fire
    when ready, stay watchin now figure, increase speed
    Make you mother****ers 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 *****
    Holla my name and witness game official, it's so sick
    Have every single ***** that came witchu, on my dick
    Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased
    I'm movin you stupid *****es, vicious telekenesis
    Am I reachin your brain? Nigga how can I explain?
    How vicious this Thug mother****er came
    When I die, I wanna be a livin legend, say my name
    Affiliated with this mother****in game, with no more pain

    [Chorus: (interpretation of Method Man's "Bring the Pain")]

    I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
    Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain) [variations]

    [repeat 4X]

    [Verse Two: 2Pac]

    Line up my adversaries, blast on sight, and **** your boyfriend
    *****, I want some ass tonight, you know my steelo
    Alize and Cristal, weed sure you heard of all the
    sure you've heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh
    Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast
    I dare you niggaz to open fire, I'll murder that ass
    And disappear before the cops come runnin, my glock's spittin rounds
    niggaz fallin down clutchin they stomach
    It's Westside, Death Row, Thug niggaz on the rise
    Busters shot me five times, real niggaz don't die
    Can ya hear me? Laced with this game, I know you fear me
    Spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me
    My only fear of death is reincarnation
    Heart of a solider with a brain to teach your whole nation
    And feelin no more pain

    [Chorus 4X]

    [Verse Three: 2Pac]

    Bury me that's what they all say, it's time to make a killin
    Sure to make a million with DeVante
    ***** 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 *****, come give me kiss
    Tell them niggaz from other areas, brothers from here
    So obsessed with this money makin it ain't nothin we fear
    Now they label me a troublemaker, cause I'm a ridah
    Death to you playa haters, don't let me find ya
    Mama made me rugged, baptised the public
    Now you hard thugs, nigga don't you love it
    It's similar to multiple gunshots, retaliation is a must
    Wasn't too sure what you facin so watch the guns bust
    You niggaz'll bleed, ****in 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
    Mother****ers can't handle that shit
    Much too much for these *****es
    No more pain
    Feel me nigga? Feel me?
    How you figure you can **** with me?
    Fully automatic type shit
    No more pain
    Coward ass niggaz, cowards
    Come put your mouth on this pistol nigga
    Come put your mouth on the pistol, no more pain
    Close your eyes nigga, do it
    Die in the dark, no more pain

    Death Row, so what you mother****ers do?
    Hey that's DeVante droppin that beat like that BEYATCH
    In case you wonderin
    And jealous niggaz, hahaha, see y'all niggaz
    Mother****in 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
    Mother****ers got Downs Syndrome, mother****ers
    Weak ass niggaz, skanless ****s, ****in 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 mother****ers 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 mother****ers gonna be dust
    Thug Life nigga Westsiiiiide!


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