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    Unconditional Love

    (What y'all want?)
    Unconditional Love (no doubt)
    Talking bout the stuff that don't wear off
    It don't fade
    It'll last for all these crazy days
    These crazy nights
    Whether you wrong or you right
    I'm a still love you
    Still feel you
    Still there for you
    No matter what (hehe)
    You will always be in my heart
    With unconditional love

    [Verse One:]

    Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings
    All my peers doing years beyond drug dealing
    How many caskets can we witness
    Before we see it's hard to live
    This life without God, so we must ask forgiveness
    Ask mama why I got this urge to die
    Witness the tears falling free from my eyes
    Before she could reply
    Though we were born without a silver spoon
    My broken down TV, show cartoons in my living room (hey)
    One day I hope to make it
    A player in this game
    Mama don't cry, long as we try
    Maybe things change
    Perhaps it's just a fantasy
    A life where we don't need no welfare
    Shit with our whole family
    Maybe it's me that caused it
    The fighting and the hurting
    In my room crying cause I didn't want to be a burden
    Watch mama open up her arms to hugging
    And I ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditionl love

    [Chorus: 2x]

    In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see
    Though things change, the future's still inside of me
    We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
    So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love

    [Verse Two:]

    Just got the message you've been calling all week
    Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak
    But you know, with you and me it's on G
    We could never be enemies, cause you been such a good friend to me
    Where would I be without my dogs
    No wonder why when times get hard
    Cause it ain't easy being who we are
    Driven by my ambitions, desire higher positions
    So I proceed to make Gs, eternally in my mission
    Is to be more than just a rap musician
    The elevation of today's generation
    If could make 'em listen
    Prison ain't what we need, no longer stuck in greed
    Time to ****plan**** and strategize, my family's gotta eat
    When we make somethin out of nothing
    No pleasure in the suffering, neighborhood would be good
    If they could cut out all the busting
    The liquor and the weed the cussing
    Sending love out to my block
    The struggle never stops (unconditional love)

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Three:]

    I'll probably never understand ya ways
    With everyday I swear I hear ya
    Trying to change your ways while gettin paid at the same time
    Just had a baby with the same eyes
    Something inside, please let me die these are strange times
    How come I never made it
    Maybe it's the way the played it in my heart
    I knew one day I gotta be a star
    My hopes and all my wishes
    So many vivid pictures, and all the currency
    I'll never even get to see
    This fast life soon shatter us
    Cause after all the lights and screams
    Nothing but my dreams matter
    Hoping for better days
    Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry
    Cause everythang gonna be alright
    Just lay your head on my shoulder
    Don't worry bout a thang baby
    Girl I'm a soldier (huh)
    Never treated me bad, no matter who I was
    You still came with that, unconditional love


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    "Holla If Ya Hear Me"

    Aww yeah, uhh, uhh
    Holla if ya hear me, yeah!

    [Verse One]
    Here we go, turn it up, let's start
    From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks
    And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe
    We can have peace someday G
    But right now I got my mind set up
    Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up
    Cause it's time to make the payback fat
    To my brothers on the block better stay strapped, black
    And accept no substitutes
    I bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole school
    Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek
    In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week
    Now we got him in a smash, blast
    How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash
    Until then, raise up!
    Tell my young black males, blaze up!
    Life's a mess don't stress, test
    I'm givin but be thankful that you're livin, blessed
    Much love to my brothers in the pen
    See ya when I free ya if not when they shove me in
    Once again it's an all out scrap
    Keep your hands on ya gat, and now ya boys watch ya back
    Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'ma tell ya
    Mess with the best and the vest couldn't help ya
    Scream, if ya feel me; see it clearly?
    You're too near me -

    [Chorus]
    [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
    "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
    "Tellin you to hear it.."
    [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
    "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
    "Tellin you to hear it.."
    [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
    "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
    "Tellin you to hear it.."

    [Verse Two]
    Pump ya fists like this
    Holla if ya hear me - PUMP PUMP if you're pissed
    To the sell-outs, livin it up
    One way or another you'll be givin it up, huh
    I guess cause I'm black born
    I'm supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on
    But it's time for a new plan, BAM!
    I'll be swingin like a one man, clan
    Here we go, turn it up, don't stop
    To my homies on the block gettin dropped by cops
    I'm still around for ya
    Keepin my sound underground for ya
    And I'ma throw a change up
    Quayle, like you never brought my name up
    Now my homies in the backstreets, the blackstreets
    They fell me when they rollin in they fat jeeps
    This ain't just a rap song, a black song
    Tellin all my brothers, get they strap on
    And look for me in the struggle
    Hustlin 'til other brothers bubble -

    [Chorus]
    [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
    "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
    "Tellin you to hear it.."
    [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
    "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
    "Tellin you to hear it.."
    [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
    "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
    "Tellin you to hear it.."
    [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
    "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
    "Tellin you to hear it.."
    [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!

    [Verse Three]
    Will I quit, will I quit?
    They claim that I'm violent, but still I keep
    representin, never give up, on a good thing
    Wouldn't stop it if we could it's a hood thing
    And now I'm like a major threat
    Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget
    Bring the noise, to all my boyz
    Know the real from the bustas and the decoys
    And if ya hustle like a real G
    Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya hear me
    Learn to survive in the nine-tre'
    I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay
    Whatever it takes to live and stand
    Cause nobody else'll give a damn
    So we live like caged beasts
    Waitin for the day to let the rage free
    Still me, till they kill me
    I love it when they fear me -

    [Chorus]
    [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
    "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
    "Tellin you to hear it.."
    [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
    "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
    "Tellin you to hear it.."
    [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
    "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
    "Tellin you to hear it.."
    [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
    "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
    "Tellin you to hear it.."

    [2Pac] You're too near me, to see it clearly

    [repeat 4x]
    [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
    "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
    "Tellin you to hear it.."

    [repeat 2X]
    "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
    "Tellin you to hear it.."

    "Hard!" .. "The rebel"
    "Hard!" .. "The rebel"

    [repeat 12X to fade]
    [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
    "Hard!" .. "The rebel"


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    "Changes"

    [1]
    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 & 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 the crack to the kids who the hell cares
    one less hungry 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]

    [2]
    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.

    [3]
    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 facts givin' it back to you
    Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
    crack you up and pimp smack 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 punk that I roughed up way back
    comin' back after all these years
    rat-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh


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    "Ambitionz Az A Ridah"

    [1] - [2Pac singing in background 2X]
    I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
    You don't wanna **** with me
    Got the police bustin at me
    But they can't do nuttin to a G

    (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle!!)

    [1] - [2Pac speaking over background]
    Now you know how we do it like a G
    What really go on in the mind of a nigga
    that get down for theirs
    Constantly, money over *****es

    [2] - [2Pac singing in background starts to overlap/repeat]
    I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
    You don't wanna **** with me
    Got the police bustin at me
    I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
    Police bustin at me
    I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah / Got the police bustin at me
    I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah..

    [2] - [2Pac speaking over background]
    Not *****es over money
    Stay on your grind nigga
    My ambitions as a ridah!
    My ambitions as a ridah!

    [2Pac]
    So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
    This life as a rap star is nothin without heart
    Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public
    My attitude was, "**** it," cause mother****ers love it
    To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
    Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be
    Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her
    while she hot, and horny, go up inside her
    Then I spit some game in her ear, "Go to the tele hoe"
    Equipped with money and a Benz, cause ***** I'm barely broke
    I'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial
    From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual
    From hustlin and prayers, to breakin mother****ers to pay-up
    I got no time for these *****es, cause these hoes tried to play us
    I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishin
    Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!)
    I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory
    No guts no glory my nigga ***** got the game distorted
    Now it's on and it's on because I said so
    Can't trust a ***** in the bidness so I got with Death Row
    Now these money hungry *****es gettin suspicious
    Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us
    But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah)
    Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night
    Got problems then handle it, mother****ers see me
    These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me
    Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya
    Hopin you listen I catch you payin attention
    to my amibitions as a ridah

    [Chorus: 2Pac]

    [singing] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
    You don't wanna **** with me
    [singing] My ambitions as a ridah
    [singing] Got the police bustin at me
    But they can't do nuttin to a G

    [Tupac]
    (I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah)
    Peep it.. it was my only wish to rise
    above these jealous coward muther****ers I despise
    When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine
    I'm ready to die right here tonight, and mother**** they life (yeah nigga!)
    That's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill
    So open fire, I see you kill me (that's all you niggaz got?) witness my steel
    Spittin at adversaries envious and after me
    I'd rather die before they capture me, watch me bleed
    Mama come rescue me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts
    I'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught
    (Shoot!) **** doin jail time, better day, sacrifice
    Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson
    Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it
    Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it
    When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave
    **** peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah

    [Chorus]

    [Tupac]
    My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me
    Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me
    I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years
    Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears
    Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some *****es bleeds
    niggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed
    Blast me but they didn't finish, (buck buck buck buck buck)
    didn't diminish my powers
    so now I'm back to be a mother****in menace, they cowards
    That's why they tried to set me up
    Had *****-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up
    But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated
    At the time I contemplate the way that God made it
    Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary
    For money, I'll have these mother****ers buried (I been)
    gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it
    Knowin when I get out, they gon' feel it
    Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside
    the cry from all your people when they find her
    Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it
    Revenge on them niggaz that played me,
    and all the cowards that was down widdit
    Now it's yo' nigga right beside ya
    Hopin you listenin, catch you payin attention
    to my ambitions as a ridah

    [Chorus 2.5X]


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    "When Thugz Cry"

    When thugs cry..
    Now I lay me down to sleep
    I pray the Lord my guns to keep
    If I die before I wake
    I pray the Lord my soul to take
    God as my witness, when thugs cry, too much is hard

    [2Pac]
    Born thuggin and lovin the way I came up
    Big money clutchin, bustin while evadin cocaine busts
    My pulse rushin, send my pulse into insanity
    Shout at my cousin now we bustin if they yo' family
    The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried
    I got a line on the D.A. cause I'm ****in his secretary
    I black out and start cussin, bust 'em and touch 'em all
    They panic and *****es duckin, I rush 'em and **** 'em all
    I'll probably be an old man before I understand
    why I had to live my life with pistols close at hand
    Kidnapped my homey's sister, cut her face up bad
    They even raped so we blazed they pad
    Automatic shots rang out, on every block
    They puttin hits out on politicians, even cops, I ain't lyin
    They got me sleepin with my infrared beams
    And in my dreams I hear mother****ers screamin
    What is the meaning, when thugs cry?

    [Chorus: singers]
    Oh why, children send your child off to die
    In the streets of chalk where they lie
    Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry
    Dear God..
    Oh why, does it have to be this way, our
    children of today won't stay wise
    Let the children hear when thugs cry
    Dear God.. oh why..

    [("When thugs cry") on line 4, first time only]
    [("thugs cry") on line 6, first time only]

    [2Pac]
    Heh.. maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin
    Where is the love? Never quit my ambition to thug
    Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary
    Niggaz I used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries
    But still homey keep it real, how does it feel
    to lose your life, over somethin that you did as a kid?
    You all alone, no communication, block on the phone
    Don't get along with yo' pop, and plus your moms is gone
    Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the song
    to help us grow at times, but now our minds are gone
    We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and *****es
    We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches
    But somethin changed in this dirty game, everything's strange
    Lost all my homies over cocaine.. mayne
    See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie
    See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

    [Chorus]

    [2Pac]
    And all I see is these paranoid *****es, illegal adventures
    Bustin mother****ers with uppercuts, I leave 'em with dentures
    Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don
    I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone
    Why perpetrate like you can handle my team?
    So merciless that my attack'll take command of your dreams
    Leavin mother****ers drownin in they own blood
    Clownin takin pictures later
    Laugh bout the punk *****es, that turned snitches
    Regulate my area, the terror I represent
    Makin yo' people disappear, you wonderin where they went?
    Am I cold or is it just I sold my soul?
    Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm told
    Come take my body God, don't let me suffer any longer
    Smoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't long
    Where is the end to all my misery, is there a close?
    I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry

    [Chorus]

    [2Pac over Chorus]
    I shed tattooed tears for years
    for my dead homeboys and my prison peers
    Y'all ain't never heard my cries
    Now you wonder why would you die?

    [Chorus]


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    2pac - Keep Ya Head Up Lyrics



    Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne

    [Verse One:]

    Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
    I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
    I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
    Tupac cares, and don't nobody else care
    And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
    When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
    But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
    Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up
    And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him
    And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
    Cause sista you don't need him
    And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em
    You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
    When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
    And since we all came from a woman
    Got our name from a woman and our 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 to kill for our women
    Time to heal our women, be real to our women
    And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
    That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
    And since a man can't make one
    He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
    So will the real men get up
    I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up

    [Chorus]

    Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier
    ooooo child things are gonna get brighter [2x]

    [Verse Two:]

    Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me
    He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be
    And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough
    And though we had it rough, we always had enough
    I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
    Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
    And I realize momma really paid the price
    She nearly gave her life, to raise me right
    And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream
    Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen
    I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
    It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent
    And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen
    I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind
    Last night my buddy lost his whole family
    It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity
    It seems tha rain'll never let up
    I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up
    You know it's funny when it rains it pours
    They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor
    Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is
    it 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 to survive, cause it's a setup
    And even though you're fed up
    Huh, ya got to keep your head up

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Three:]

    And uhh
    To all the ladies havin babies on they own
    I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone
    Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
    Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
    Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
    And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
    Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son
    wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo'
    You can't complain you was dealt this
    hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless
    Because there's too many things for you to deal with
    Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless
    While tears, is rollin down your cheeks
    Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week
    Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me
    I was given this world I didn't make it
    And now my son's getten older and older and cold
    From havin the world on his shoulders
    While the rich kids is drivin Benz
    I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends
    And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
    please... you got to keep your head up



    The risk of a wrong decision is preferable to the terror of indecision



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    "Hit 'Em Up"

    [Tupac]

    I ain't got no mutha ****in friends
    Thats why I ****ed your *****
    You fat mutha-****a {Take Money}
    West Side
    Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
    You know who the realist is
    niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
    (ha ha, that's alright)

    First off, **** your *****
    And the click you claim
    West side when we ride
    Come equipped with game
    You claim to be a playa
    But, I ****ed your wife
    We bust on Bad Boys
    niggas **** for Life

    Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
    Hearts I rip
    Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
    Some mark ass *****es
    We keep on coming
    While we running for yah jewels
    Steady gunning
    Keep on busting at them fools
    You know the rules
    Little Ceasar go ask you homie
    How i'll leave yah
    Cut your young ass up
    See yah in pieces
    Now be deceased
    Little Kim,
    Don't **** around with real G's
    Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
    So **** peace
    I'll let them niggas know
    It's on for Life
    Don't let the west side
    Ride the night (ha ha)
    Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
    **** with me
    And get your caps peeled
    You know, See

    [Chorus]

    Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
    Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
    Who shot me,
    But, your punks didn't finish
    Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
    nigga, I hit 'em up

    Check this out
    You mutha-****as know what time it is
    I don't know why I'm even on this track
    Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
    I'm going to let my little homies
    Ride on yah
    ***** made ass Bad Boys *****es
    {ahh yo, yo, hold the **** up}

    Get out the way yo
    Get out the way yo
    Biggie Smalls just got dropped
    Little move pa*s the mac
    And let me hit 'em in his back
    Frank White needs to get spanked right
    For setting up traps
    Little accident murderers
    And I ain't never heard of yah
    Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
    Spank the shank
    Your whole style when I gank
    Guard your rank
    Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
    Puffy weaker than a ****in' block
    I'm running through nigga
    And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
    In front of yah nigga
    With the ready power
    Tucked in my Guess
    Under my Eddie Bower
    Your clout petty sour
    I push packages ever hour
    I hit 'em up

    [Chorus]

    Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
    Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
    Who shot me,
    But, your punks didn't finish
    Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
    nigga, We hit 'em up

    Peep how we do it
    Keep it real
    Its penitentiary steel
    This ain't no freestyle battle
    All you niggas getting killed
    With your mouths open
    Tryin' to come up off of me
    You and the clouds hoping
    Smoking dope
    It's like a Shermine
    niggas think they learned to fly
    But they burn mutha-****a you deserve to die
    Talking about you Getting Money
    But its funny to me
    All you niggas living bummy
    While you ****ing with me?
    I'm a self made Millionaire
    Thug livin', out of prison
    Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
    Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
    And beg the ***** to let you sleep in the house
    Now its all about versace
    You copied my style
    Five shots couldn't drop me
    I took it and smiled
    Now I'm back to set the record straight
    With my A-K
    I'm still the thug that you love to hate
    Mutha-****a I'll Hit 'Em Up

    I'm from N E W Jers.
    Where plenty of murder occurs
    No points to come
    We bring drama to all you herds
    Now go check the scenerio
    Little Ceas'
    I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees
    Copin' pleas with these
    Little Kim is yah
    Coked up or doped up
    Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
    What the ****?
    Is you stupid?
    I take money,
    crash and mash through Brooklyn
    With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
    With fifteen shot,
    Cocked glock to your knot
    Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
    And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
    And all your fake ass east coast props
    Brainstormed and locked

    You'se a beat biter
    Pac style taker
    I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
    So fill the Alize with a chaser
    'bout to get murdered for the paper
    E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
    Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uhh)
    Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-****in' joke
    Thug Life, niggas better be known
    Be approaching
    In the wide open, gun smoking
    No need for hoping
    It's a battle lost
    I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
    nigga, I hit 'em up

    Now you tell me who won
    I see them, they run (ha ha)
    They don't wanna see us
    Whole Junior Mafia click
    Dressing up to be us
    How the **** they gonna be the Mob?
    When we always on out job
    We millionaire's
    Killing ain't fair
    But somebody got to do it

    Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh)
    You wanna **** with us
    You Little young ass mutha-****as
    Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
    You ****ing with me, nigga ?
    You **** around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
    You better back the **** up
    Before you get smacked the **** up
    This is how we do it on our side
    Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
    Bring it.
    But we ain't singing,
    We bringing drama
    **** you and your mother ****ing mama.
    We gonna kill all you mother ****ers.
    Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
    Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother ****in opinion
    Well this is how we gon' do this:
    **** Mobb Deep,
    **** Biggie,
    **** Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother ****in crew.
    And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
    Then **** you too.
    Chino XL, **** you too.
    All you mother ****ers,
    **** you too.
    (take money, take money)
    All of y'all mother ****ers,
    **** you, die slow mother ****er.
    My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
    You mother ****ers can't be us or see us.
    We mother ****in' Thug Life riders.
    West Side till' we die.
    Out here in California, nigga
    We warned ya'
    We'll bomb on you mother ****ers.
    We do our job.
    You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother ****in' mob
    Ain't nuttin' but killers
    And the real niggas, all you mother ****ers feel us.
    Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
    You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother ****in' belts
    You know how it is and we drop records they felt
    You niggas can't feel it
    We the realist
    **** 'em.
    We Bad Boy killas.


    one of my favs

    "i dont need to be the shit.. cuz shit rolls down hill"-x
    "who the fuck is satan? why i gatta be him??"-tech
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    Yeah.. ballad of a dead soldier
    This is the ballad of a dead soldier
    This is the ballad of a dead soldier
    Come play the ballad of a dead soldier..

    [2Pac]
    The plan, to take command of the whole family
    Though underhanded, to be the man it was planned
    All my road dawgs, official mob niggaz love to act up
    The first to bomb we rob niggaz
    I can be, lost in my own mind
    To be the boss only thought's grip on chrome nines
    Niggaz get tossed up, war scars, battlefield memories
    Swore I saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennesey
    Talkin to a nigga on a tight leash
    Screamin "**** the police," as I ride through the night streets
    Lil' child runnin wild, toward his danger
    What's the cause don't be alarmed death to all strangers
    Maybe I'm a madman
    A pistol grabbin nigga unleash the Sandman
    Promisin merciless retaliation, nothin is colder
    Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier

    [Chorus: singing + 2Pac]
    Thug for Life I will be..
    (this is the ballad of a dead soldier)
    A life of crime I will lead..
    (close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier)
    If you play the game, you play to win..
    (this is the ballad of a dead soldier)
    It's a crazy world full of sin..
    (close your eyes)

    [2Pac]
    Completely lost, revenge at all costs
    Payback's a *****, switch now the trick's crossed
    Tossed up and never to be heard of
    A single witness screamin bloody murder, murder
    Blast tell me homey what you see now?
    A blind man and a dead body, I'm read' to leave town
    And get my cash though, hook up with Kastro
    Homey had to blast on the task force
    Stupid coppers tried to play us out, never that
    They took my money and my stash, time to get 'em back (heh heh)
    Upon my secret arrival
    Two glock four-fives, time for survival
    Death to my rivals, tell me what you want lord?
    Nobody left after the death of a drug lord (eh eh)
    The situation's critical
    Nothin is colder - than hear the ballad of a dead soldier

    [Chorus]
    [last line:] "close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier"

    [2Pac]
    Be a coward, put yo' hands to the moon
    When my glocks rang out, the niggaz came out BOOM
    Who wanna see me in the challenge?
    So merciless I'm terrifyin niggaz in my ballads, do you feel me?
    Capo or Capi-tan, one day I'll be the Don
    Until then, remain strong
    My only fear of death is reincarnation
    Bustin at my adversaries like a mental patient
    To all my niggaz facin sixty years, sheddin tattooed tears
    Another suicidal on the peer
    Takin private planes, tryin to survive the game
    For all my homies that'll never be alive again
    All he promised us is death nigga
    Take a breath come be the last one left nigga, it's real now
    Villain to fantasize, ain't nothin colder
    Listen you can hear it - the ballad of a dead soldier

    [Chorus]
    [last line:] "close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier"

    [2Pac]
    This go out to Cato, Mental
    All the niggaz that passed away
    To Geronimo.. (?).. all the down ass riders
    All the niggaz that put it down, all the soldiers
    All the niggaz that go through that day to day struggled
    This is the ballad of a dead soldier!
    All the niggaz that passed on
    All the niggaz with ambition and money in they heart
    All the niggaz that want some and that don't take none
    Hahaha.. it's the ballad of a dead soldier!
    The police are so scared of us
    All the feds they aware of us
    They wanna see us dead
    They got pictures of a nigga head, ballad of a dead soldier!
    Tryin to see me in chains, shit
    Them niggaz'll never breathe again
    Before they put me in a cell they'll see me in hell
    Cause it's the ballad of a dead soldier!
    Got my pistols cocked
    Run the whole mother****in block, **** the cops!
    The police? We run these streets nigga
    Ain't heard the ballad of a dead soldier!
    These niggaz can't see me, half the world wanna be me
    Multi-millionaire; shit, it ain't fair
    But nigga, you know - it's the ballad of a dead soldier!


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    [Verse One: 2Pac]

    Now up and at em it's on, I was raised to be strong
    And Mama told me be a Thug since the day I was born
    I came up, out the gutter never changed my style
    Got for real about my papers, cause the game was wild
    And the fame was a plot to try to change me
    And what's strange is nobody knew my name 'fore it came
    Now the whole world is calling me a, killer
    All I ever did, was try to reach the kids with the real
    All the time I was ballin, never heard my friends callin
    Couldn't stop myself from fallin, I'm all in
    Shit's gettin sleazy, believe me
    Best to take what ya need, but don't be greedy
    Cause in my mind, I see sunshine, I thought
    I didn't have to run, now I'm duckin from the gun yellin, 'One-Time'
    Take your time to feel my record, and if you did
    chill a second, my blind method, will still wreck it
    My young homies stay strong
    I wonder if they'll listen to a nigga when he gone, R U Still Down?

    [Chorus: 2Pac]

    Raise em up... R U Still Down?
    [repeat 5X]

    [Verse Two: 2Pac]

    I'm gettin high, so a nigga think he touch the sky
    Turn tough inside, in the rush to die
    Livin life as a Thug time to face the truth
    What's goin on with the wasted youth, please God
    come and save me (save me), had to work with what ya gave me
    And got a nigga goin crazy
    I can't read the signs, I'm blind, but a nigga know
    he need his nine, cause times, they ain't what they used to be
    Ain't a penitentiary built big enough for me
    and my niggaz on the streets, man listen
    Cause these ain't the old days
    Ain't no way I'ma bustin my ass and gettin no pay
    It seems I can't find my focus, and homey I ain't paranoid
    I seen the future and it's hopeless
    Lord knows, its hard on a young scrub
    It seems I had less problems when I slung drugs
    But since I'm tryin lace niggaz with the game
    wanna see me locked in chains, tryin to dirty up my name
    And them same mother****ers that was callin me
    Will be the first to turn their backs, when I'm fallin, see
    I should have seen it from the jump, but now it's clear
    This one nigga got the town in fear, but R U Still Down

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Three: 2Pac]

    I wrote this for my critics and my, enemies
    Last year ya used to love me, huh REMEMBER ME
    Now ya hate me with a passion, tryin to get me stuck in the mix
    I'm stayin sharp, got no time for them tricks
    And now they wonder if I'm goin to jail
    Just as well, cause my life on the streets - a living Hell
    And I can't sleep, they got my phone tapped, and mercy Lord
    Come get me 'fore they hurt me
    Ran outta tears, and through the years couldn't change me
    My daddy left me alone, and so I'm angry
    I never did nothin wrong, my mama told me, "Baby it's on"
    And now I'm hustlin and bustlin bones
    Never said it came easy, I'm makin cheese
    Buyin all the things on TV, and gettin skeezed
    Wish my homeboys could see me now
    Little bad mother****er runnin wild through the town
    Please tell me, R U Still Down?

    R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me [repeat 2X]
    R U Still Down, to raise em up?

    R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me [repeat 3X]
    R U Still Down, to raise em up?

    R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me [repeat 3X]
    R U Still Down, to raise em up?

    That's right y'all, give them *****es the mother****in middle finger
    RAISSSSE em up
    These hoes can't fade me, don't these *****es know we crazy?
    Thug Life, niggaz, be, the sickest
    You feel me? Now get that shit written down
    God damn!
    Took four years and a mother****in case for these mother****ers to feel me
    Ain't that a *****?

    R U Still mother****ing down?
    Old hoe ass fake ass niggaz
    We out this mother****er


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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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    And my niggas say
    We want the FAME
    C'mon c'mon

    [Chorus]

    One thing we all adore
    Something worth dying for
    Nothing but pain
    Stuck in this game
    Searching for fortune and fame

    The one thing we all adore
    Something worth dying for
    It's been nothing but pain
    Stuck in this game
    Searching for fortune and fame

    [Verse 1: Tupac]

    Though we exist and breathe
    Some believe currency comes to g's
    Stresses half the ghetto
    With success comes greed [echo]
    They got me hot
    When they shot me
    Plotted
    My revenge
    To increase my ends
    Enemies gettin dropped
    Win or lose
    Red or blue
    We must all stay true
    Play the game nigga
    Never let the game play you
    And for the fame [echo]
    Niggas change fast [echo]
    That's a shame [echo]
    What's the game
    Lost souls
    Who controls our brain?
    Who can I blame? [echo]
    The world seems strange at times
    Somewhat insane [echo]
    I'm hoping we can change with time
    I'm living blinded [echo]
    Searching for a ?? curse
    I know death follows me
    But I murder him first
    And worse yet
    With each breathe
    Steps I take
    Breathless
    Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?
    Cigar ashes
    Coaster
    Crystal glasses
    We mash on them jealous bastards
    With a ski mask
    I'm the first one to warn them
    Blast it
    Wrapped in plastic
    Bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws)
    Ain't nothing left now
    Treated like a stepchild
    Was not for me
    Nothing but busters and *****es (**** em all)
    Be rocking beats
    Fake in fame

    [Verse 2:]

    Block run and shoot slugs
    We throw them back like hardballs
    Without the gloves
    No love for these fake desperados
    And thugs I bleed to envy
    Smoke and blow out they blunts
    Sipping Henney
    Drunk nights
    And hot days
    Cocking my heat
    Shooting it sideways
    A wife on the run
    Full of common blunts
    Unconditionally married
    To my gun
    Fulfillin' my destiny
    On knees
    And ones desires
    Be pulling all my cabbage
    Like priors
    Stuck in the trance
    Searching for something higher
    Fortune and fame

    [Chorus]

    One thing we all adore
    Something worth dying for
    Nothing but pain
    Stuck in this game
    Searching for fortune and fame (FAME)

    The one thing we all adore
    Something worth dying for
    It's been nothing but pain
    Stuck in this game
    Searching for fortune and fame

    [Verse 3:]

    Searching for fortune and fame
    Lost in the rain
    A lose of the game
    With life the cost of the game
    We forcing the change
    Mother **** flossing the chain [echo]
    All the blame
    Belongs to the part of the brain [echo]
    That we never use nigga
    Plus my heart is in pain [echo]
    And if I ever lose homey
    Bet I'm at it again [echo]
    Outlaws don't die
    So united we stand [echo]
    And if family 'come a foe
    All the fortune and fame [echo]

    [Verse 4: Napoleon]

    As I walk up in the crib
    Laid to rest me head
    Say some rhymes to angels
    Hope they bless my bed
    Hope they bless me the righteous way
    Got a homie locked down
    Outta town
    I sent him a kite today
    Man that hate in your heart
    Your gotta cleanse it dog
    Praying for my downfall
    And I can sense it dog
    I was passed down the street fame
    Like glocks clocked
    And keep aim
    Was raised up with a clock box
    And I ran with the local street gang
    They say the light is faded
    But still shine in the dark
    You can easy been a man
    But you is a boy in your heart
    And that's some game that I got
    From generation of game
    In the road of life dog
    We need to switch up lanes
    Think about it

    [Chorus]

    One thing we all adore
    Something worth dying for
    Nothing but pain
    Stuck in this game
    Searching for fortune and fame (FAME)

    The one thing we all adore
    Something worth dying for
    It's been nothing but pain
    Stuck in this game
    Searching for fortune and fame

    [Verse 5:]

    I can't complain
    I've seen my fair share of the fame
    It wont change me
    Now I've got this piece of change
    I feel strange
    I got so use to the hood
    That when I finally got out
    At first it ain't feel good
    I was just a baby
    Still retarded from slavery
    When we struggle to shovel shit
    Ain't nobody saved me
    Ghetto ain't made me
    I made myself
    Poverty raised me
    Thinking ain't no help
    I pray for my health
    My mind
    And my family too
    State of myself
    My grind
    And my family crew
    Where one hand watches the other
    No we ain't blood
    But we still real brothers
    The struggle is real
    Nothing can steal
    What we build
    And that remains the same
    'Till that day we killed
    And that's real
    Life that I was aimed to be
    Love by my family tree
    That's fame to me
    How about it

    [Chorus]

    One thing we all adore
    Something worth dying for
    Nothing but pain
    Stuck in this game
    Searching for fortune and fame

    The one thing we all adore
    Something worth dying for
    Nothing but pain
    Stuck in this game
    Searching for fortune and fame


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    Default 2pac - Never had a friend like me

    Never
    You ain't never had a friend like me
    Believe dat
    Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
    See at night I watch the sky
    I take another breath
    I smoke my Newport to the butt
    Like it's the last mother****er left
    Just me and you evading enemies
    Let you get my last shot of Hennessy
    Ain't never had a friend like me
    Remember memories so vividly
    Was once a little dust kicker now becomes a G
    Who can I call when they all fail
    Collect calls to my Dogz from the County Jail
    Sendin' me mail
    Heard the blocks in the same shape
    Ain't nothin' changed
    Niggaz slangin' at the same place
    The same faces
    We suppose to alwayz hate our foes
    This lifestyle is forever
    Watch the game unfold
    Shedding Crocodile tears
    Just got Life plus
    And you wonder if these white judges like us
    Just Stay Strong
    We'll appeal
    Nigga You'll be free
    Down with cha to the very end
    Cause you ain't never had a friend like me

    [Chorus X2]
    I'm down for you so ride with me
    My enemies your enemies
    Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
    Nobody knows where we'll be
    My Enemies your enemies
    Cause you ain't never had a friend like me

    How can I be blamed
    Forgive me Lord I'm insane
    In search of fame
    Won't hurt to change
    Follow in foot steps of past dealers
    Equipped with ski masks
    No witnesses, as we blast fearless
    maybe now they feel us
    In this act of war
    more casualties
    no survivors
    Any man the defies us
    Quickly dies
    Cuz we Ridahs
    In my quest for chips
    We wear vest
    Equipped with automatic fire
    We reply when my enemies trip
    Me and you against the nation
    Whispering while we conversatin'
    Cuz niggaz died over information
    How much more can we take?
    Expect us all to wait
    The world ain't ready for us yet
    So lets make Clinton pay
    (haha)
    They never wanted us to make it
    Everything that we posses
    We had to fight and take it
    I think the president is smoking weed
    Bumpin' his beat
    Makin' a livin' out of my misery
    Till he got a friend like me

    [Chorus X2]

    Promise to visit
    I know it's rough in your cell
    Receiving mail to the county jail
    This is hell,
    When i waz younger
    I could picture livin'
    In Luxury
    So how the **** did I end up in prison?
    ****in' snitches
    They got me crossed by my own side
    I found him by his self
    No drama, he alone die
    Nobody cry
    Should have never testified
    You got my nigga 25
    So now I sacrifice your life
    Help to separate me and my dog
    Broken ties
    Why the **** should I let you live?
    When I'm dead inside
    Rapid fire my delivery
    I'm bustin' at their whole crew
    Nigga remember me
    Hit up my Outlaw set
    Then throw my pistol in the ocean
    Ditch my ski mask
    And get to straight coastin'
    It's visitin' day at San Quentin
    Always there to see, your closest row dog
    Cuz You ain't ever had a friend like me

    [Chorus X4]

    [Small Chorus X2]
    Come after us, best be complete
    My enemies your enemies
    Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me
    Nobody knows where we'll be
    My Enemies your enemies
    Cause you ain't never had a friend like me

    You ain't ever had a friend like me


    "You gotta make a change. Its time for us as a people to start making some changes, lets change the way we eat, lets change the way we live, and lets change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so its on US, to do what we gotta do to survive."

    R.I.P Tupac Amaru Shakur 1971 - 1996

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    "Me And My Girlfriend"

    [girl]
    Sheeit, ju mother****in right
    I'm the ***** that's keepin it live and keepin it hot
    when you punk ass niggaz don't
    Nigga Westside, WHAT! Bring it on

    [Tupac]
    Look for me
    Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
    Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
    Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
    Raised in this whirlwind (c'mon)
    Our childhood years recall the tears heart laced with venom
    Smokin sherm, drinkin malt liquor, father forgive her
    Me and my girlfriend, hustlin, fell in love with the struggle
    Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin
    **** em all, watch em fall screamin, automatic gunfire
    exorcisin all demons
    Mafias on the side, my congregation high, ready to die
    We bail out to take the jail back, niggaz united
    Our first date, couldn't wait to see you naked
    Touch you in every secret place, I can hardly wait
    to bust freely, got you red hot, you so happy to see me
    Make the frontpage primetime live on TV
    Nigga my girlfriend, baby forty-five but she still live
    One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

    [girl]
    What!! I'm bustin on you punk ass niggaz *automatic gunfire*
    Run nigga run! *gunfire* I'm on yo' ass nigga! *gunfire continues*
    Run nigga, duck and hide! Nigga I'm bustin all you *****es!
    Run nigga, yeah! Westside! Uh uh uh! Die nigga die!

    [Tupac]
    My girlfriend, blacker than the darkest night
    When niggaz act *****-made she got the heart to fight
    Nigga my girlfriend, though we seperated at times
    I knew deep inside, baby girl would always be mine
    Picked you up when you was nine, started out my life of crime
    wit you, bought you some shells when you turned twenty-two
    It's true, nothin compares to the satisfaction
    that I feel when we out mashin, me and my girlfriend

    [Chorus: Tupac]

    All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
    Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend
    [repeat 2X]

    [Tupac]
    I was too immature
    to understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days
    Caused so many arguments and strays
    Now I realize how to treat ya, the secret to keep ya
    Bein faithful now cause now cheatin's lethal
    We closer than the hands of time, deeper than the drop of mankind
    I trust you dearly, I shoot blind
    In time I clock figures, droppin niggaz as we rise
    We all soldiers in God's eyes -- now it's time for war
    Never leave me baby, I'm paranoid, sleepin witcha
    loaded by my bedside crazy
    Jealous when you hang wit the fellas, I wait patiently alone
    anticipated for the moment you come home
    I'm waitin by the phone this is true love, I can feel it
    I've had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realeast
    So if you ever need me call, I'll be there through it all
    You're the reason I can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

    [Chorus]

    [Tupac]
    I love finger ****in you, all of a sudden I'm hearin thunder
    When you bust a nut, niggaz be duckin or takin numbers
    Love to watch you at a block party, beggin for drama
    While unleashin on the old timers, that's on my mama
    I would trade my life for yours, behind closed doors
    the only girl that I adore, everything I'm askin for
    Talkin to me beggin me to just, take you around
    Seventeen like Brandy you just Wanna Be Down
    Talkin loud when I tell you be quiet you move the crowd
    Bustin rounds, activatin a riot, that's why I love you so
    No control, down to roll, unleash
    After a hit you break apart, then back to one piece
    Much love to my one and only girlfriend, the world is ours
    Just hold me down, baby witness the power
    Never leave a nigga alone, I love you black or chrome
    Turn this house into a happy home, me and my girlfriend

    [Chorus 3X]

    Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
    Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
    Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
    Raised in the whirlwind -- look for me
    [repeat 3X]

    Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
    Me and my girlfriend
    [repeat 2X]

    ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND!


    "You gotta make a change. Its time for us as a people to start making some changes, lets change the way we eat, lets change the way we live, and lets change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so its on US, to do what we gotta do to survive."

    R.I.P Tupac Amaru Shakur 1971 - 1996

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    "Hail Mary"
    (feat. Kastro, Young Noble, Prince Ital)

    [Makaveli]
    Makaveli in this... Killuminati, all through your body
    The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty
    Uh, feel me!
    And God said he should send his one begotten son
    to lead the wild into the ways of the man
    Follow me; eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh

    [Chorus (Makaveli):]
    Come with me, Hail Mary
    Run quick see, what do we have here
    Now, do you wanna ride or die
    La dadada, la la la la

    [Makaveli]
    I ain't a killer but don't push me
    Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy
    Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted
    Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it
    Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listening
    Seeing niggas coming for me, to my diamonds, when they glistening
    Now pay attention, rest in peace father
    I'm a ghost in these killing fields
    Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside
    the solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark
    Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee
    Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame
    Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
    Some say the game is all corrupted, ****ed in this shit
    Stuck, niggas is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus
    mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
    **** the world if they can't adjust
    It's just as well, Hail Mary

    [Chorus 2X]

    [Makaveli]
    Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers
    Never realize the precious time the ***** niggas is wasting
    Institutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumble
    But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we balling
    Catch me father please, cause I'm falling, in the liquor store
    That's the Hennessee I hear ya calling, can I get some more?
    Hail 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared
    Mama checking in my bedroom; I ain't there
    I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do
    One life to live but I got nothing to lose, just me and you
    on a one way trip to prison, selling drugs
    We all wrapped up in this living, life as Thugs
    To my homeboys in Clinton Max, doing they bid
    Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this
    When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark
    Thuggin eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga

    [Chorus 2X]

    [Kastro]
    They got a APB, out on my Thug family
    Since the Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks
    Our enemies die now, walk around half dead
    Head down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai
    Trying it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high
    Visions of me, Thug living getting me by
    Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs
    When I die they won't cry unless they coming with slugs

    [Young Noble]
    Peep the whole scene and whatever's going on around me
    Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feeling rowdy
    Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that mother****er
    Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers
    on the regular mashing in a stolen black Ac Integ-ra
    Cock back, sixty seconds 'til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya
    Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse
    From a Thug to preaching church, I gave you love now you eating dirt
    Needing work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on
    Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle 'til dawn
    That's when sun came up, there's only one way up
    hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggas get ya pay and weight up

    [Kastro]
    If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks
    Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
    to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take
    Dealing with fate, hoping God don't close the gate
    If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks
    Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
    to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take
    Dealing with fate, hoping God don't close the gate

    [Chorus (repeats in background)]

    [Prince Ital]
    We've been traveling on this wayward road
    Long time 'til I be take a 'eavy load
    But we ride, ride it like a bullet
    Hail Mary, Hail Mary
    We won't worry everything will come real
    Free like the bird in the tree
    We won't worry everything will come real
    Yes we free like the bird in the tree
    We running from the penitentiary
    This is the time for we liberty
    Hail Mary, Hail Mary

    [Chorus]

    [Makaveli]
    Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days


    "You gotta make a change. Its time for us as a people to start making some changes, lets change the way we eat, lets change the way we live, and lets change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so its on US, to do what we gotta do to survive."

    R.I.P Tupac Amaru Shakur 1971 - 1996

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    Default 16 on Death Row

    Death Row
    That's where mother****ers is endin up

    Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness
    I robbed my adversaries, but slipped and left a witness
    Wonder if they'll catch me, or will this nigga snitch
    Should I shoot his *****, or make the nigga rich?
    Don't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped
    Hawkin while I'm walkin, and talkin behind my back
    I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this shit to win it
    Cause life's a Wheel of, Fortune here's my chance to spin it
    Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me
    Too ****in trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me
    Niggaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash
    Whip out the nine, now I'ma dive and pump your ass
    Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk
    Snatched him like a *****, and threw him in the trunk
    The punk thought I was bluffin, but swear I'm nothin nice
    Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics
    I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane
    I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain
    New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen
    Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend
    It's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers
    And **** five-oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners

    [Tupac sings]
    Bye bye, I was never meant to live
    Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live
    Bye bye, I was never meant to be
    Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
    Bye bye, and I got no place to go...
    Where they find me? 16 on Death Row

    Dear mama, these cops don't understand me
    I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family
    My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that
    Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back
    I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger
    I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger
    The brother in my cell, is 16 as well
    It's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin Hell
    I shouldn'ta let him catch me
    Instead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy
    And my cellmate's raped on the norm
    And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin torn
    They made me an animal
    Can't sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals
    And that's how it is in the pen
    Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend
    My mama prayed for me
    Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?)
    Cause when they come for me they find a struggler
    To the death I take the breath from your jugular
    The trick is to never lose hope
    I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row

    [Tupac sings]
    Bye bye, I was never meant to live
    Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live
    Bye bye, I was never meant to be
    Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
    Bye bye, and I got no place to go...
    Where you find me? 16 on Death Row

    Dear mama, they sentenced me to death
    Today's my final day, I'm countin every breath
    I'm bitter cause I'm dyin, so much I haven't seen
    I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16
    I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a shit
    And they too quick to say goodbye to me
    They tell me the preacher's there for me
    He's a crook with a book, that mother****er never cared for me
    He's only here to be sure
    I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitin
    on the poor, and how can these people judge me?
    They ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me
    I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan
    to keep a nigga in the state pen
    And to my homies out buryin mother****ers
    Steer clear of these Aryan mother****ers
    Cause once they got you locked up
    They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot up
    I'm convinced self-defense is the way
    Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day
    I wish I woulda known while I was out there
    Now I'm straight headin for the chair

    [Tupac sings]
    Bye bye, I was never meant to live
    Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where we live
    Bye bye, I was never meant to be
    Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
    Bye bye, and I got no place to go...
    Where you find me? 16 on Death Row

    16 on Death Row
    It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries
    16 on Death Row


    "You gotta make a change. Its time for us as a people to start making some changes, lets change the way we eat, lets change the way we live, and lets change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so its on US, to do what we gotta do to survive."

    R.I.P Tupac Amaru Shakur 1971 - 1996

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