2Pac feat. Dr. Dre California Love 1 - California...knows how to party California...knows how to party In the citaaay of L.A. In the citaaay of good ol' Watts In the citaaay, the city of Compton We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin! [Dr. Dre] Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat The state where ya never find a dance floor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearin sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way Dre puttin it down for Californ-i-a Repeat 1 2 - Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it mama Shake it Cali Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it shake it shake it... [2Pac] Out on bail fresh outta jail California dreamin Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearin hoochies screamin Fiendin for money and alcohol The life of a west side playa where cowards die Only in Cali where we riot now rallies are live and die In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's Right) Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews Famous cause we program worldwide Let'em recognize from Longbeach to Rosecrans Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's west side So you know the row won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of L.A. From Oakland to Sacktown The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love! Repeat 1 [Dr. Dre] Now make it shake... Repeat 2 [Dr. Dre, 2Pac] Uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha Frisko, Frisko Hey, you know LA is up in this Pasadina, where you at Yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good Even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side Cause you and I know it's tha best side Yeah, That's riight West coast, west coast Uh, California Love California Love 2Pac feat. Snoop & Nate Dogg All About U You probably crooked as the last trick Women like it how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch Thinking I had her but she had me in the long run Its just my luck I'm stuck fuckin with wrong one, UHHH Wise decisions based on lies we living Skandalous times is games like my religion You could be rolling with a thug Instead you with this weak scrub Looking for some love. In every club I see you standing like you want it Well baby if yah got it better flaunt it Let the liquor help you get up on it I'm still tipsy from last night Bumpin' in walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life I try to hollar but you say you taken Sayin' you ain't impressed with the money I'm makin' Guess its true what they telling me Fresh out of jail lights hell for a black celebrity So thats the reason why I call And maybe you with it Fantansies of the sweatin. Can I hit it? (Ha Ha) Addicted to the things you do Its still true what I'm saying Boo Cuz this is All About U 1 - Every other city we go Every other video (Its all about u) No matter where I go I see the same hoe Repeat 1 I'll make a promise if yah go with me Just let me know, I'll have you hollaring My name out before I leave Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga I only hang out with the criminals and the drug dealers I love niggas Be coming from the same place Witness me hollar at a hoochie, see how quick the game takes How can I tell her I'm a playa And I don't even care Creep though Weed smokes into the air Everywhere I go, its all about the crooked hoes Waiting for niggas at the end of every show I just seened yah in my friends video Never put you on my friends so here we go Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm going through It's all about U Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Is you sick from the dick or is it the flu It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew Every other city we go and every video Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty ho. You think it's all about you? Well, boo, I gets down like Dru and my nasty new niggas, too. You couldn't hold me back. It'll take a fatter track, a lyrical attack, Or perhaps it was a visual bluff. When I started to snaps all your ? Straight in control. Phaser full(?) Why hold a cold stroll? Coldest set. I told you I'm as gold And that's gold diggin. Cold diggin a ? I slide in easily. Try a grizzly. Sluts know the cuts. I came to fuck. Try skeezin me. Runnin up in this. It's like ? when I bring ya the most. I fuck a bitch from the West coast to every other country. Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Snoop] I'm tellin ya. It's the same ol' shit. I mean, goddamn, you know what I'm sayin? I sitin back watchin Montell Jordan video, I see the same bitch that was in the homeboy Nate video. Then I flip the channel. I'm checkin out the my homeboy Tupac video. I see the same bitch that was in my video. Know what I'm sayin? And then, you know what I'm sayin, To make that even more fucked up, I'm watchin Million Man March And I see the same bitch on the Million Man March That was in the homeboy Warren G video. I mean, damn, everywhere I look, Everywhere I go I see the same ho. Don't get mad, I'm only bein real. Yeah. 2Pac Ambitionz Az A Ridah I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle) Now you know how we do it like a G What really go on in the mind of a nigga Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G that get down for theirs I constantly choose money over bitches I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Stay on your grind nigga Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G My ambitions as a ridah I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me My amibitions as a ridah Got the police bustin at me... So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars Cause life as a rap star is nothin without heart Was born ruff and rugged, addressin the mad public My attitude was 'fuck it' cause motherfuckers love it To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease Though life is complicated, only what you make it 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' You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch 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 them bread, to breakin motherfuckers to payin I got no time for these bitches 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 ride though, clown hoes like it's manditory No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted Now it's on and it's on because I said so Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious Started plotin and planin on scemes to come and trick us But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah) Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night Got problems then handle it motherfuckers see me These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they hearts they wanna be me Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right besideee ya Hopin ya listen I catch you payin attention to my amibitions as a ridah 1 - I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me My ambitions as a ridah Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G (I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah) It was my only wish to rise Above these jealous coward mutherfuckers 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 motherfucker they life That's what they screaming 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 catchin me, watch me bleed Mama corrected me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts I'm innocent, said there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah Repeat 1 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 switchin keys, sure as some bitches bleeds Niggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed Blast me but they didn't finish, didn't diminish my powers so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards That's why they tried to set me up Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary For money, I'll have these mutherfuckers buried (I been) gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it Knowin when I get out, they gonna feel it Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside Then 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 your nigga right beside ya Hopin ya listenin I catch you payin attention to my ambitions as a ridah Repeat 1 Repeat 1 2Pac feat. Daz, Kurupt, Method Man & Redman Got My Mind Made Up [Daz] You find an MC like me who's strong Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star Finally realizing who the fuck we are When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded Would it be the greatest MC of all time When I created rhyme for the simple fact When I attack I crush your pride My intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar For me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride Breakin in gas with the six-eight all day In and out with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies... [Tupac] So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin We must be based on nothin better than communication Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations Sorry I left that ass waitin No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt You swear the bitch was planted My lyrics motivate the planet It's similar to Rhythm Nation But thugged out, forgive me Janet Who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls You know, the way the games get controlled Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote Takin off my coat, clearing my throat [Method Man] I got my mind made up, come on... (come on) Get in get in too (get on it) Let it ride (get wit it) tonight's tha night I got my mind made up, come on... Get in get in too Let it ride... tonight's tha night [Kurupt] Well I comes through with two packs Of the bomb prophalaks for protection So my fuckin sac won't collapse Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's Shows my heart's as cold as the tundra Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes My verbal snipe, your vocab on site I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator I rock from here to there, to Philly and back To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat [Method Man] Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers Like Hitler, stickin up (jews) wit german (lugers) The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!! Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen Half of my Clan's three deep felons Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel Man I stay on point like icicles Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical All up in your motherfuckin mouth Head banger boogie Catch me on tour with Al Doogie Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me Better take one and pass or that's that ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast [Redman] Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards Let's face it, there's no replacement Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted I got connects like Federal Express To get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch Got the clear spot from tha rear block To bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot With, this underground cannabis I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst Then proceeds like keys My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake So I erase the whole front row at the wake I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place Confidence for you shaky ass folks Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked Choke, off this anecdote got you ope Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly And I'm out for nine nickel (INS tha rebels) (West, list this, this, this...) 2Pac feat. K-Ci & JoJo of Jodeci How Do You Want It [KC & JoJo] 1 - How do you want it How do you feel Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane I'm for real Repeat 1 [Tupac] Love tha way you agrivate your hips And push your ass out Gotta nigga wantin' It's so bad I'm about to pass out Wanna dig you And I can't even lie about it Baby just eleviate your cloths Time to fly up out it Catch you at a club Oh shit, you got me fiendin' Body talken shit to me But I can't comprehend the meaning Now if ya wanna roll with me Then here's ya chance Doin 80 on tha freeway Wait police, catch me if they can Forgive me I'm a ridah Still I'm just a simple man All I want is money Fuck tha fame I'm a simple man Mr. International Playa with tha passport Just like a ladder bitch Get you anything you ask for It's either him or me Champagne, Hennessy A favorite of my homies When we floss on our enemies Witness as we creep to a low speed Peep what a ho need Puff some more weed Funk, ya don't need Approachin' hochies with a passion Been a long day But I've been drivin' by attraction In a strong way Your body is bangin' Baby I love it when ya flaunt it Time to give it to daddy nigga Now tell me how you want it... Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Tupac] Tell me is it cool to fuck? You think I come to talk Am I a fool or what? Positions on tha floor It's like erotic Ironic Cause I'm somewhat psychotic I'm hitten' switches on bitches Like I been fixed with hydraulics Up and down like a roller coaster Come up beside ya I ain't quitin' till tha show is over Cause I'm a ridah In and out just like a robbery I'll probably be a freak And let you get ontop of me Get her rockin' these Nights full of Alazhay A livin' legend You ain't heard about these niggas played in cali days Deloris Tucker You's a muthafucker Instead of tryin' to help a nigga You destroy a brotha Worst than tha others Bill Clinton Mr. Bob Dole You too old to understand tha way tha game is told Your lame So I gotta hit you with tha high facts Won't someone listen? Makin' millions Niggas top that They wanna censor me They ratha see me in a cell Livin' in hell With only a few of us to live to tell Now everybody talken about us I could give a fuck I'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss Nigga tell me how you want it..... Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Tupac] Raised as a youth Tell truth I got tha scoop on how to get a bulletproof Cause I jump on tha roof Before I was a teenager Mobile phone Skypager Game rules I'm livin' major My advasaries Is lookin' worried They paranoid of getten' buried One of us gonna see tha cemetary My only hope is survive If I wish to stay alive Getten' high See tha demons in my eyes Before I die I wanna live my life and ball Make a couple million And then I'm chillin' Fade'm all These taxs for me crossed up With people tryin' ta sue me Media is in my business And they actin' like they know me But I'ma mash out Peel out I'm murder quick That's with the whip'n fucken steel out Yeah nigga, it's some new shit So better get up on it When ya see me Tell a nigga how ya want it How do you want it ? Repeat 1 2Pac feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg 2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted [Snoop] Up out of there [2Pac] Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party [Snoop] Pump that up G [2Pac] Ahh shit, you done fucked up now -- Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party You done put two of America's most wanted in the same motherfuckin place at the same Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party motherfuckin time, hahahahah Y'all niggaz about to feel this Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Break out the champagne glasses and them motherfuckin condoms Have one on us aight?? Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party [2Pac, Snoop] Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome Free Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit So now they got us laced Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin cases (mmm) Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown I'm Losin My Religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the grooves missin Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamer but my dream is to own a fly casino like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherfucker Now follow as we riiiiide Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the West side And I can make you famous Niggaz been dying for years, so how could they blame us I live in fear of a felony I never stop bailin these, motherfuckin G's If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted 1 - Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party [Tupac] Nuthin but a gangsta party... Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Nuthin but a gangsta party It ain't nuthin but a Motherfuckin gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Nuthin but a gangsta party It ain't nuthin but a Motherfuckin gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party [2Pac, Snoop] Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief Better be prepared when you try to fuck wit me I bust a flea, these niggaz must be crazy what?? There ain't no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the Thugs (hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear Bow down in the presence of a boss player It's like cuz, blood, gangbanging Everybody in the party doing dope slangin You got to have papers in this world You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl Ya doing ya job, every day And then you work so hard till ya hair turn gray Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids They tell me not to roll with my glock So now I gotta throat of rage Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day They wonder how I live, with five shots Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block Keep a promise see if you're related Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it No answers to questions, try to get up on it My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted Repeat 1 2Pac Heartz Of Men Ahh, Suge what I tell you nigga, When I come out of jail what was I gonna do I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, nigga The binoculars Ha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride Grab your bulletproof vest nigga Cause it's gonna be a long one Now me and Quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side The real side Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real mutha-fuckas And there's gonna be some pussys Now the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches The pussys are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin' Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride get tricky See you got some niggas on your side That say they're your friends But in real life they your enemies And then you got some mutha-fuckas that say they your enemies But in real life they eyes is on your money See the enemies will say they true But in real life those niggas will be the snitches Its a dirty game y'all Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with Cause the shit get wild y'all Keep your mind on your riches, Baby Keep your mind on your riches 9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder me From hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me Shit I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed Nothing more I despise than a liar Cowards die My mama told me When I was to see Just a vicious mutha fucker while these devils left me free I proceed to make them shiver When I deliver Criminal lyrics From a world wide mob figure Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Mackaveli Niggas is waiting for some thug shit, thats what they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw Switching up on you ordinary bitches Like a south paw you get let And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G' I rip the crowd, then I start again Internally I live in sin Untill the moment that they let me breathe again The heartz of men The Heartz of Men My lyrical verse with so much pain That to some niggas it hurts My guns bust And if you ain't one of us It gets worse Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll In fly mode I'm a homicidal outlaw And five-o, get your lights on, fight long Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight So we might roll My own homies say I'm heartless But I'm a 'G' to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardless Drive-by, niggas bow down Thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now Throw up your hands if you thugged out First nigga act up First nigga gettin' drugged out I can be a villian if ya let me I'll Muthafuck ya If ya do upset me Tell the cops to come and get me Rip the crowd like a phone number Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends nigga Look inside the heartz of men In The Heartz of Men In The Heartz of Men To all my niggas engaged in making money in the fifty states Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch No longer living in fear My pistol close in hand Convinced this is my year Like I'm the chosen man Give me my money and label me as a god If niggas is having problems Smoke'em, fire and bomb I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack Thugin' is in my spirit I'm lost and not knowing Scar'd up But still flowing Energized and still going Uhh, can it be fate That makes a sick muthafucka break On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake What will it take ? Give me that bass line I'm feeling bombed Deathrow baby, don't be alarmed The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again Represent Cause I've been sent The heartz of men 2Pac feat. Rappin 4-Tay Only God Can Judge Me [2Pac] Only God can judge me, is that right? [synth voice] Only God can judge me now Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else All you other motherfuckers get out my business Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see And in my mind I'ma blind man doin time Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine? Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed And fantasies of my family, in a hearse And they say it's the white man I should fear But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side Jealousy inside, make em wish I died Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix Cause the media is full of dirty tricks Only God can judge me 1 - [synth voice] Only God can judge me That's right baby, yeah baby [synth voice] Only God Hahahahahahahaha [synth Pac] Only God can judge me, only God can Judge [synth cont.] me, only God Only God can judge me [synth Pac] Only God can judge me And only God can [synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me [synth Pac] Only God can judge me Only God can judge me [synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me [synth voice] Only God can judge me now Flatline! [2Pac] I hear the doctor standing over me Screamin I can make it Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care? Try to remember, but it hurts I'm walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power Is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state And our fate, is a lifetime of hate Dear Mama, can you save me? And fuck peace Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it's A million motherfuckers stressin just like me Only God can judge me Repeat 1 [2Pac] That which does not kill me can only make me stronger (That's for real) And I don't see why everybody feel as though That they gotta tell me how to live my life (You know?) Let me live baby, let me live [Rappin 4-Tay, 2Pac] Pac I feel ya, keep servin it on the reala For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement? He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin a cross, that's real Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him Sold a half a million tapes now everybody want him After talkin behind my back like a bitch would Tellin them niggaz, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place To get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch My new shit is so fetti already sold a key of ounce Bitch, remember Tupac and 4-Tay Them same two brothers dodgin bullets representin the Bay Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin sellin lies Don't think I don't see you haters, I know you all in disguise Guess you figure you know me cause I'm a Thug That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz Been livin lavish like a player all day Now I'm bout to floss em off, player shit with 4-Tay Only God can judge me Repeat 1 [4Tay] Only God main [2Pac] That right? [4Tay] That's real [2Pac] Hahahahahaha [4Tay] Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin? [2Pac] Man, look here man My only fear of death is comin back to this bitch reincarnated That's for the homey mental We up out Repeat 1 till fade 2Pac feat. George Clinton Can't C Me [George Clinton] The blind stares Of a million pairs of eyes Lookin' hard but won't realize That they will never see The P (You must be goin' blind) [2Pac] Give me my money in stacks And lace my bitches with 9 figures Real niggas fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas Must see my enemies defeated I'm cashin' While they coughed up and weeded Open fire Now them niggas bleedin' See me in flesh And test And get your chest blown Straight out tha west, don't get blown My adversaries cry like ho's Open and shut like doors Is you a friend or foe ? Nigga you ain't know ? They got me stressed out on Death Row I've seen money But baby I got to gets mo' You scream and go '2Pac' And I ain't stopin' Till i'm well paid Bails paid Now nigga, look what hell made Visions of cops and sirens Niggas open fire Buncha Thug Life niggas on tha rise Until I die Ask me why i'm a Boss Playa gettin' high And when i'm rollin' by Niggas Can't C Me [George Clinton] The stares of a million pairs of eyes And you'll never realize You can't C Me.. [2Pac] Been getten worried that these square muthafuckers with nerves Sayin they can get with us But picture me gettin' served My own mama say i'm thuged out My shit be bumpin out tha record store As if it was a drug house My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood Nigga what ? It ain't nothin but a party when we thug And there I was A young nigga with heart Ain't had shit to loose Pullin' my pistol on them fools You know the rules D-R-E you got me heated My words like a penatentary dick Hittin' bitches where it's most needed Money and weed Alazay and Hennesse To my Thug niggas in lock down Witness me Bail on these ho's in floss mode Tha life of a Boss Playa Fuck what ya thought tho' My enemies deceased Die like a bitch When my album hit tha streetz Niggas Can't C Me Niggas Can't C Me [George Clinton] Which way did he go George Which way did he go Which way did he go Which way did he go [2Pac] You niggas made a mistake You shoulda never put my rhymes with Dre Them Thug niggas have arrived and it's Judgement Day Hey Homie if ya feel me Tell them tricks that shot me That they missed They ain't killed me I can make a muthafucker shake Rattle and roll I'm full of liquor Thug nigga Quick to jab at them ho's And I can make ya jelous niggas famous Fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim is I'm just a rich muthafucker from tha way If this rappin' bring me money Then i'm rappin' till i'm paid I'm getten green like i'm supposed to Nigga, I holla at these ho's And see how many I can go through Look to the star And visualize my debut Niggas know me, playa I gotta stay true Don't be a dumb muthafucker Because it's crazy after dark Where the true Thug niggas see ya heart Niggas Can't C Me.... [2Pac, (George Clinton)] (Yo, check this out, stay off his dick) Niggas Can't C Me (Right before your eyes, i'll disappear from here) You niggas Can't C Me, hahah (You Can't C Me) I know it's hard nigga, i'm all up in your face But you still Can't C Me (You Can't C Me) All up in your range, but niggas Can't C Me (20/20 vision won't visualize) I'm in tha flesh baby, but you Can't C Me (All tho' glasses won't help you realize) You blinded You blinded You Can't C Me (You Can't C Me) Thug Life baby Don't believe everything you read Alazay and weed (You Can't C Me) (Right before your very eyes, You won't even visualize) (You Can't C Me) Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac Niggas can't C Me, hahaha I dedicate this, to you PUNK Muthafuckers hahaha This ones for you big baby hahah Cause you bitch ass niggas Can't C Me Niggas Can't C Me (ooooww) (ooooww) (You Can't C Me) (See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil) (You won't C Me) (First C Me, Now ya don't) (Wanna C Me, but ya won't) (Come to C Me, but ya Can't) (ooohhh, You Can't C Me) (You Can't C Me) (Right between your eyes, you'll never realize) (Right before your eyes, you won't even realize) (Visualize what you Can't C) 2Pac Shorty Wanna Be A Thug 1 - Say he wanna be Shorties gonna be a Thug Said he wanna be One day he's gonna be Said he's wanna be Shorties gonna be's a Thug Said he's gonna be One day he gonna be Say he wanna be Shorties gonna be a Thug Said he gonna be One day he's gonna be Said he wanna be Shorties gonna be a Thug He was a nice middle class nigga But nobody knew the evil he'd do When he got a little bigger Get off the final blaze While puffing on a Newport Plottin' on a another way to catch a case Was only sixteen, yet convicted as a felon With a bunch of old niggas But you the only one who ain't telling I tell you it's a cold world, stay in school You tell me its a man's world, play the rules And fade fools, 'n break rules until we major Blaze up, getting with hoes through my pager Was raised up, commencing to money makin' tactics It's getting drastic, niggas got automatics My fingers on the trigga, Tell the lord To make way for another straight Thug Nigga I'm sitting getting buzzed, looking for some luv From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug Repeat 1 Straight from the Hall to the Penn Adolescent nigga scaling weight and standing Six feet Ten He carried weight like a Mack truck Gonna bust on some playa haters If the mutha fuckas act tuff Then thats when the lethal weapon with the razor This little nigga smoking weed and getting blazed up No one could figure, when the guns blast pull the trigga Could take the life of a young nigga guns bigger No mother and father, you see, the niggas all alone Old timers my role model, the war zone Released with this game 'til its a part of me My heart don't beat no fear and it ain't hard to see The future is looking dim I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sin I'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug Repeat 1 Shorty gonna be a thug You little bad ass nigga, to the young niggas Gotta stay sharp nigga, play your part You got plenty of time (you bad mutha fuckas) You only get three mistakes, then thats life, big baby (niggas craaazy) Watch the signs Damn, you ain't but sixteen nigga? Sixteen?!?! That's a bad muthafucker 2Pac Wonda Why They Call U Bitch 1 - You wonda why they call U bitch You wonda why they call U bitch. You wonda why they call U bitch You wonda why they call U bitch. You wonda why they call U bitch You wonda why they call U bitch. Look here Miss Thang Hate to salt your game But yous a money hungry woman And you need to change. In tha locker room All the homies do is laugh. High five's cuz anotha nigga Played your ass. It was said you were sleeezy Even easy Sleepin around for what You need See it's your thang And you can shake it how you wanna. Give it up free Or make your money on the corner. But don't be bad and play the game Get mad and change. Then you wonda why these muthafuckas Call you names. Still lookin' for a way out And that's OK I can see you wanna stray There's a way out. Keep your mind on your money, Enroll in school. And as the years pass by You can show them fools. But you ain't tryin' to hear me Cuz your stuck, You're headin' for the bathroom 'bout to get tossed up. Still lookin' for a rich man You dug a ditch, Got your legs up Tryin' to get rich. I love you like a sista But you need to switch And that's why they called U bitch, I betcha. Repeat 1 You leave your kids with your mama Cuz your headin' for the club In a skin tight miniskirt Lookin' for some love. Got them legs wide open While you're sittin' at the bar Talkin' to some nigga 'bout his car. I guess he said he Had a Lexxxus, what's next? You headin' to his car for some sex I pass by Can't hold back tears inside Cuz, lord knows For years I tried. And all the other people On my block hate your guts Then you wonda why they stare And call you slut. It's like your mind don't understand You don't have to kill your Dreams ploten' Schemes on a man Keep your head up, legs closed, eyes open Either a nigga wear a rubber or he die smokin' I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch And niggas wouldn't call you bitch, I betcha. Repeat 1 I guess times gettin' hard Even harder for you Cuz, hey now, got a baby On the way now More money from the county And thanks to the welfare You're about to Get your hair done. Got a dinner date Can't be late Trick or treat, sweet thang Got anotha trick to meet. The way he did it It was smooth Plottin' while he gamin' you So baby, peep tha rules. I shoulda seen it in the first case The worst case I shoulda never called you back In the first place. I remember back in high school Baby you was fast Straight sex And barely move your ass. But now things change Cuz you don't look the same Let the ghetto get the best of you Baby, that's a shame Caught HIV and now you 'bout to be deceased And finally be in peace. So where your niggas at now Cuz everybody left They stepped And left you on your own See I loved you like a sista But you died to quick And that's why we called U bitch, I betcha. Repeat 1 Dear Ms. Deloris Tucker Keep stressen me Fuckin' with a muthafucken mind I figured you wanted to know You know Why we call them hos bitches And maybe this might help you understand It ain't personal Strictly business baby Strictly business So If you wonder why we call U bitch You wonder why we call U bitch If you wonder why we call U bitch You wonder why we call U bitch 2Pac feat. Dramacydal, Storm & Jewell Thug Passion [2Pac] Aight, new drink One part alazhay one part chrystal Thugs Passion baby Y'all know what time it is This drink is Gauranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard Now if ya with me Pour a glass and drink with a nigga Know what I mean? I ain't trying to turn you all niggas into alcholics Alcholics (ha ha) I'm just trying to turn you into muthafuckin thugs So come and get some of this thug passion Baby [Dramacydal] I could pull out the drink And be good 'till it's relavent but I'm a straight solider, I'll roll up a nigga Like its Heaven sent Tripping over dead presidents They got these derelicts I throw was down with this business Tryin' clown and get a cent And so rather Than stand forever, been thinking Drinking over a felony And hell of me and how it will be some other shit People telling me to cool out But they ain't feeling me A mutha fuckin fool 'bout My fuckin cheddar cheese And it pleases, passion of mine Thuggin huggin plenty of G's And laughing while I pass through times And all thes back stabbers be watchin Just keep it plain I'm a keep it the same partner Just take it the simple game I can pinkle with the rain twinkling Diamonds and thangs go plinklin Enough to hold me, til' I'm, old and wrinklin And These adversaries They gonna have to be worrying Cuz I'm a be illing Fufillin my Passion Till I'm burryin' My Thug Passion [Jewell] 1 - I heard it's the bomb And you got it going on Give me some of your Thug Passion Babby You got me dripping wet From the way you make me sweat Give me some of your Thug Passion Babby Owwowwwowwww [Dramacydal] Now what if me Turn this Henessee Into a robbery The Prophecy probably suddenly Switch and How it supposed to be? And Dirty money Can't be evil cuz it's filling up my tummy see Born in a position Death collision Was futuristic Twisting riches But there is only one way to make mo' So I'm standing on the corner Trying to hustle in the snow And My bigga bro Couldn't know But buy a four four Blasting at playa hating Wantin' mo' With a Thug Passion [2Pac] Putting down mashin' Control by this Thug's Passion Unlike them other bustas pistol blastin' I'm asking, What Happened? To the niggas who kept it real Like they claim to That's when I bang do See thang true Traveling this road my poor soul Has been consolidated With all this bullshit I done tolerated How I made it Can easily stated It's like my heart be gripped with the Passion To be the fucking greatest Load up and take shit [Dramacydal] Make this to some high dollar gangster shit Jack a stack till we got enought bank to split [Storm] Creep with me Through that Imortal flow Thug Passion got you tremblin' Like Death on the Row Make your move So I can throw your mind a curve While i'll be blowin up tha scene Like my nigga Mr. Herb Take a toke As your heart goes full arrest I got tha bomb So nigga, fuck tha rest Ya need a 3rd to get ya flowin' And let that loc see smoke Feelin' tha strokes of tha nine squeeze tight and slow Repeat 1 [2Pac] They say money don't make tha man But damn i'm makin' money Observin' you muthafuckers Cause some of you bitches funny Say you want it But you bullshitin' Lickin' them lips You got me about to act a fool quick Sippin' on some Alazay and Cristal, meanwhile Buy me a drink And get to winking at me She smiles A niggas full of passion Satisfaction is everlastin' How does it feel ? What i'm askin' While i'm rubbin' on that ass Why you laughin' ? See, i'm diggin' as if i'm curious Full blown and furious Baby get a grip When I be doin' this It's so physical My attraction Driven by alchol Beware of my reaction Baby i'm born to ball Thugged out on Death Row You better recognize And picture what I said so Now you can feel it It's a potion for my niggas in motion Forever blastin' Bitches ain't ready for this Thug Passion Repeat 1 (4x) 2Pac feat. Kurupt & Syke Check Out Time [2Pac] Ay what time is it nigga? (I don't know) Oh shit, 12 o'clock Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here (hell yeah) Nigga, it's check out time nigga Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room (hey there bitch, where Suge at nigga?) Call Suge, call all the niggaz tell em to meet me downstairs (Where K and them niggaz at man?) Tell the valet, bring the Benz around (Ay y'all seen my shoes?) Hey Kurupt, y'all niggaz drivin or y'all flyin back, whassup? (Kurupt: Man, I'm rollin man, fuck that shit) Hey Syke nigga, come on man, get up out the bathroom fool (Fuck that, I lost some money nigga) Aw nigga, damn Now I'm up early in the mornin breath stinkin as I'm yawnin Just another sunny day in California I got my mind focused on some papers while I'm into sexy capers Give a holla to them hoochies last night that tried to rape us Will these rap lyrics take us, plus room all up in Vegas I'm a boss playa, death before I let these bitches break us Last night was like a fantansy, Alize and Hennessee A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin with my man and me Told her I was interested, picture all the shit we did I got her hot and horny, all up on me, what a freaky bitch First you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I like it Got a nigga all excited, it don't matter just don't bite it I never got to check out the scence Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeans Now it seems, it's check out time We gotta go (2X) Gotta go, gotta go Yeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time We gotta go (4X) Gotta go nigga, gotta go (y'all know what time it is) Ay, c'mon man get y'all bags man call that valet motherfucker Tell him to get a nigga shoe, cause we out this motherfucker [Kurupt] They label me an outlaw, so it's time for the panty raid My fantansies came true, with Janet on, I'm in a Escapade But did it all end too soon All the homies runnin through the halls room to room, so I assume Since I'm a playa like my nigga Syke Then it's only right for me to disappear into the night My game's Trump tight, so I find time to recline Sneak into your room, instant Messiah, shit wines of all kinds I ain't got that much time So hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behind Since I'm only here for one night, I got to get you hot and heated Play like Micheal Jackson, and Beat It One more thing I like to mention, I'm done and I'm out Cause there's someone else who deserves my atttention So all the homies round up in the lobby Cause busting bitches is a hobby, nigga It's check out time We gotta go (8X) Aiyyo man 'Pac ay where the where the fuck is Daz at man? This nigga locked up or somethin The only one not to leave Yo man it's check out time, it's time to get out this mother You seem them bitches? We out man, fuck that shit Yo Rece! Yo nigga whassup? [Syke] Hey I'm livin the life of a boss playa The front desk callin but I'm checkin out later My behaviour is crazy, from what you did to me baby If walls could talk, they'd say, you tried to fade me I'm puttin in work, but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed Carressin your thoughts, cause I'm livin Fed Heard what I said? Passion is crashin the room From the liquor we consumed I heard a boom I'm blackin out, you're yellin out 'Big Syke Daddy' We did it in the caddy on the highway, my way I'm lost in a dream, and so it seemed, to be the night Five bottles of Cristal and I'm still tight Out of sight, for 'Pac and Kurupt As I get it up, once the doors close you stuck In a heaty, sticky situation Get up baby, you ain't on vacation It's check out time We gotta go (8X) Ay, it's check out time Ay 'Pac, nigga where my motherfuckin, where my shoes go nigga? Where my motherfuckin drawers and shit at man? Man y'all niggaz was in here partyin too fuckin much What the fuck y'all doin nigga? Kurupt, go tell Daz man and Bogart and the rest of them niggaz C'mon man, niggaz is trippin man Front desk all callin me tellin me to get the hell outta here man We gotta go (8X) I ain't got no more money, somebody loan me a hundred 2Pac feat. B-Legit, C-Bo, Richie Rich & E-40 Ain't Hard 2 Find [Tupac] They say 1 - [B-Legit] Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin [C-Bo] Where I can pile up my chips [Richie Rich] And niggaz call me a timer [Tupac] I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin [E-40] Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin [Tupac] That's right, that's right boy start that shit off I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized Picutes of me in my final stage you know Mama cried But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find Why I spend most of my time on California crime Watching for thievin I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead Why the fuck you cowards be runnin, too scared to fight a G For the life of me, I cannot see How motherfuckers picture livin life after a night of fuckin around with me And if you don't like this rhyme Then bring your big bad ass to California, cause we ain't hard to find Repeat 1 [C-Bo, B-Legit] I got my locs on hard hat goin to war Breakin them off on sight, stoppin lives like red lights Watch em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers And get to dumpin on they ass, like the last outlaws Rich, Tupac and the Click, smokin blunts, loadin clips With enough shit to raise your block in one dip We bring on horror like Tales From the Crypt And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick I'm fully automatic full of static and shit Movin Dodge van fifty rounds in the clip I'm ridin shot gun with the tint in the back I'm plan to have a motherfuckerin mint in this rap I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O Where sellin narcotics is all I know I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kind And if you need a motherfucker I ain't hard to find Some may call me Bootsy, but I call it timin That's while I keeps on grindin (that's right) To the point where a nigga can't stop Too much feelin this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch Whether it's a nigga or a hoe, a hoe Get in my way, then that ass gots to go Cause a nigga steady plottin I serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep droppin Repeat 1 [Tupac] C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich [E-40] Da Bay, beitch! [E-40, Richie Rich] Down the steps Abandonded broken down apartment complex Heavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scary Playboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama play Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitate Best shake and bake although mine was first to ask niggaz Motherfuckers didn't think I wasn't going do somethin, ask niggaz Threaten your life, ain't like you love him Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him Check this out I grew up with that nigga, threw up with that nigga I hear he tryin to ride, double-edgin for the other side But now, my glock be so judgemental Back seat of a rental keep my name out your dental Nigga, if your gum bleedin, and you needin Mo' than twenty sticthes, you behaved like dem bitches Sideways to the race Heavy in the game, check the resident it's all the same Nigga, and we ain't hard to find [Tupac] Hell nah we ain't hard to find [C-Bo] The whole clickilation fool [E-40] Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch [Tupac] Why them niggaz actin like they can't find us Like like they can't see us and Like we don't be at the same spots they be at It's the same congregation, Young Pac is back YouknowhatImean? [C-Bo] Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit It's a celebration, Young Pac is back [E-40] Motherfuckers better understand this shit [Tupac] Ay D-Shot nigga can we get paid man? Can we just go there and sock this shit up? Hey, we smokin, and we ain't hard to fine Drinkin and shit, fuckin with some hurricane [E-40] A motherfucker's gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa [Tupac] You supposed to Sideways to the next light... 2Pac If I Die 2Nite A coward dies a thousand deaths A soldier dies but once They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's My enemies scatter in suicidal situations Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches Bitches is bad-mouth, cause ballin motherfuckers is bold But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight 1 - If I die tonight If I die tonight If I die tonight [Dr. Dre] Tonight's the night I get in some shit Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the punk When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done Callin the coroner come collect the fuckin corpse He got it by killin we got the power bein boss Revenge is the method we're never steppin keep a weapon close Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes Jealous niggaz and broke bitches equal packed jails Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force In my brain all I can think about is fame The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed I'm seein silly teary photos of my peers Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight Repeat 1 Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug niggaz A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa Overdose of a dick, while drinkin liquor when I lay her Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear? Don't shed a tear for me nigga I ain't happy hear I hope they bury me and send me to my rest Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath Take a look picture a crook on his last stand Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonight Repeat 1 Repeat 1 2Pac feat. Dramacydal Me Against The World [2Pac] It's just me against tha World Ooohhhhh ooohhhhh Just me against tha world baby Ohhhhhh ohhhhhh I got nothin' ta lose It's just me against tha world Ohhhhh Stuck in tha game Me against tha world baby Can you picture my prophecy? Stress in tha city Tha cops is hot for me Tha projects is full of bullets Tha bodies is droppin' There ain't no stoppin me Constantly moven while maken millions Witnessin' killins Leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings Caries tha children Cause they're illin' Addicted to killin' A near appeal from tha cap pealin' What i'm feelin' But will they last or be blasted Hard headed bastard Maybe he'll listen in his casket Tha aftermath More bodies being buried I'm losen my homies in a hurry They're relocating to tha cemetary Got me worried Stressin' My visions bluried Tha question is will I live No one in tha world loves me I'm headed for danger Don't trust strangers Put one in tha chamber Whatever i'm feelin' is anger Don't wanna make excuses Cause this is how it is What's tha use Unless we're shootin' No one notices tha youth It's just me against tha world baby Me against tha world It's Just me against tha world Ooohhhhh It's just me against tha world Me against tha world Cause it's just me against tha world baby Me against tha world Ooohhhh yeeah I got nothin' ta lose It's Just me against tha world baby I got nothin' ta lose [Dramacydal] Could somebody help me? I'm out here all by myself Seeing ladies in stores Baby capones Livin wealthy Pictures of my birth On tha surface what i'm dreamin' Seein' daddy seein' Full of crooked deamons Already crazy and screamin' I guess them nightmares as a child Had me scared But left me prepared For awhile Is there another route? For crooked outlaws That are in a villian of young thugs Everday is more death Plus i'm more rollin I'm seein more beatens For me To proceed with fear Scheme on schemeing Amd leavin' their peeps grievin' Cause ain't no bucks ta stack up My nuts is backed up I'm about ta act up Go load tha mack up Now watch me klack up Try makin' fat cuts But yo it ain't workin And evils lurken I can see him smirken When I gets tha bourbon So what Go put some work in And make my mail Makin' sells Risken 25 with a 'L' But oh well Me against tha world With nothin' ta lose It's just me against tha world Ooohhhh It's just me against tha world baby Me against tha world I got nothin' ta lose It's just me against tha world Heeeyyy It's just me against tha world baby With nothin ta lose It's just me against tha world baby Me against tha world Me against tha world I got nothin' ta lose It's just me against tha world baby Heeeyyy [Tupac] With all this extra stressin' Tha question I wonder is after death I feel my last breath When will I finaly get to rest from this supression They punish tha people that's askin questions And those that possess Steal from tha ones without possesions Tha message I stress To make it stop Study your lessons Don't settle for less Even tha genius asks questions Be gratifull for blessins Don't ever change Keep your essense Tha powers in tha people and tha politics we address Always do your best Don't let this pressure make ya panic And when ya get stranded And things don't go tha way ya planed it Dreaming of richs In a position of makin' a difference Polititions and hipocrites They don't wanna listen If I'm insane Then tha fame ain't about ta change It wasn't nothin' like tha game It's just me against tha world Me against tha world Nothin ta lose It's just me against tha world baby Me against tha world Got me stuck in tha game It's just me against tha world Ooohhhh I'm outshining tha news It's just me against tha world baby Hahaha Me against tha world That's right... I know it seem hard someties, but uh... Remember one thing Through every dark night There's a bright day after that So no matter how hard it get Stick ya chest out Keep ya head up And handle it Me against tha world Me against tha world Me against tha world 2Pac So Many Tears I shall fear no man, but God though I walk through tha valley of death I shed so many tears Please God walk with me... Back in Elementry, I thrived on misery Left me alone I grew up amongst a dying breed As my mind couldn't find a place ta rest Untill I got that Thug Life Planted on my chest Tell me can ya feel me? I'm not liven in tha Past, Ya wanna last Be tha first ta blast, remember Kato No longer with us he's deseased Call on tha sirens, I seem him murdered in tha streets Now rest in peace Is there heaven for a 'G' ? Remember me, so many homies in tha cemetary Shed so many tears 1 - Lord I suffer through tha years And shed so many tears Lord I lost so many peers Shed so many tears Now that I'm strugglin' in this business By any means, label me greedy gettin green But seldom seen And fuck tha world cuz I'm cursed I'm havin visions of leaven here in a hurse God can ya feel me ? Take me away from all tha pressure and all tha pain Show me some happiness again I'm goin' blind I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin' well I know my destiny is hell, where did I fail ? My life is in denial And when I Die, babtised in Eternal Fire Shed so many tears... Repeat 1 Now I'm lost and I'm weary So many tears, I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me My every move is a compilated step Ta bring me closer To embrace an early death now there's nothing left There was no mercy on tha streets I couldn't rest I'm barely standing, bout to go to pieces, screaming peace And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it I had my mind full of deamons tryin' ta break free They planted seeds and they hatched sparking tha flame In my brain like a match, such a dirty game No memories, just misery Painting a picture of my enemies killing me in my sleep Will I survive till' tha morning ta see tha sun Please lord forgive me for my sins Cause here I come... Repeat 1 Lord knows I've tried, been a witness ta homicide Drive-bys taken lives, little kids die Wonder why as I walk by Broken hearted as I glance at tha chaulk line, gettin' high This ain't tha life for me I wanna change But ain't no future right for me I'm stuck in tha game I'm trapped inside a maze See this Tangaray influenced me ta gettin crazy Disillusioned lately I've been really wanting babies So I could see a part of me that wasn't always shady Don't trust my lady Cause she's a product of this poison, I'm hearen noises Think she's fucken with my boys, can't take no more I'm fallin' to tha floor Beggin' for tha Lord ta let me in Heavens door I shed so many tears... Repeat 1 till fade 2Pac Temptations Yo Mo Bee main, drop that shit! You know what time, boo-yaow I know it's time for you So grab one by the hand youknowhatI'msayin And uhh, throw up that finger Ay yo yo yo throw y'all fingers up! Thug style baby, Thug style y'know? Tell me baby are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya I can help ya if ya only, let me touch ya If I'm wrong love tell me, cause I get caught up And the life I live is Hell see, I never thought I'd see The day when I would calm down, you ain't heard I've been known to clown and Get Around, that's my word See you walkin and you lookin good, yes indeed Got a body like a sex fiend, you're killin me Witcha attitude to match right, don't be phony Cause I hate when you act like, you don't know me I've be stressin in the spotlight, I want the fame But the industry's a lot like, a crap game Ain't no time for commitment, I gotta go Can't be wit you every minute miss, another show And even though I'm known for my one night stand I wanna be an honest man, but temptations go... Throw up the finger! And all my homies go.. Throw them the finger! Ya know what baby it's like 1 - I know you've been searchin for someone To make you happy, and get the job done You say you need it, a man with money But I can't be there, and will you still care Will I cheat or will I be committed, heaven knows Gettin weak and I wanna hit it, so here I go In my ride and I'm all in, gettin high I can hear the people callin, I'm passin by Everybody knows I'm ball-in, and to God Gotta keep myself from fall-in, but it's hard All the cuties know I'm under pressure, what do I do Gettin shaky when she pull the dress up, and say it's cool Should I stroke or should I wait a while, you decide If you tell me that you don't want it, that's a lie Move close and let me whisper, some dirty words In your ears as I kiss ya, on every curve Slow down baby don't rush, I like it slow Can't hold it any longer, so let it go Open the gates, do you wanna fall up in heaven Don't worry, I let myself in, all I heard was... Give em the finger! All my homies go.. Throw your fingers up! That's just the Thug in me girl, you know Peep out all my homies, y'know, it's like Repeat 1 A lot of people think it's easy, to settle down Got a woman that'll please me, in every town I don't wanna but I gotta do it, the temptation Got me ready to release the fluid, sensation Sit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand Cause even Thugs get lonely, understand Even the hardest of my homies need attention Catch you blowin up the telephone, reminiscin I wanna take you to the movies, and the park Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the dark Now that it's passion, hold me tight Don't need lights, I can see you by the moonlight I know your man ain't lovin you right You're lonely under pressure need a Thug in your life Enough talkin, you want me to leave, I'll get to walkin See you later, cause baby I'm a player, and all I heard was Give em the finger And all my homies go.. yo this how we gonna do this in the nine-trey y'know? Throw your fingers up Y'know? They gonna peep this, this how we run game on you Everybody, heyy, alright Heyy, heyyyeah, heyyyayyy, ohh All my niggaz go Uptown in the Give em the finger! Throw your hands up Give em the finger! 2Pac feat. Richie Rich Heavy In The Game [2Pac] Now how can I explain how this game laced Plus with this fame I got enemies who'll do anything ta break me My attitude changed Got to tha point where I was trippen Twenty-four-seven Moneys my mission Just a nigga tryin ta make a livin' These busta tricks don't know no male They spending they riches on scandelous bitches Who stay petrified in jail It's hell Plus all tha dealers want a meal ticket Jelous ass bitches Playa haten' but we still kick it Always keep my eyes on tha prize Watch tha police Seen so much murder Neighborhoods getten no sleep But still I get my money on major Continuously Communicaten through my pager Niggas know me Don't have no homies cause they jelous I hustle solo Cause when I'm broke I got no time for tha fellas Listen Ain't nothen popin' about no work nigga I ain't no joke Fuck what they sayin And get your dough nigga Heavy in tha Game 1 - I don't care what it did to Them Tha Games been good ta Me [Richie Rich] Well, let me shoot some of this heavy type shit Certain niggas wanna stick to tha game You's a trick to tha game Waitin' upon your turn So will you learn Ain't no turns givin niggas be twisten and taken shit Putten they sack down Then putten they mack down Me myself I hustle with finesse Yes, I'm an Oakland baller Rule number one check it If I show you no respect then Be your own nigga Meaning buy your own dope Cause that front shit is punk shit Something I never funked with Be true to this game and this game will be true to you That's real shit Disrespect See what this will do to you Jackin' and robin' and dispisen' your homie Ain't healthy Niggas be ending up dead Follow your wealthy But not me tho I'm sowing something major So what I reap is boss That's why my public statis is floss Went from a Young nigga livin' reseidential To a Young nigga workin' presidential Repeat 1 [2Pac] I'm just a young black male Cursed since my birth Had ta turn to crack sells If worse come to worse Headed for them pack jails So maybe it's a hearse My only way to stack bail Is out here doin dirt My decisions do or die Been hustlein' since Jr. High No time for askin why Getten' high Getten' mine Put away my 9 Cause these times call for four-five sales Cause life is hell and everybody dies What about these niggas I despise Them loud talken' cowards shootin' guns into crowds Jepordiseing lives Shootem' right between a niggas eyes It's time to realize Follow tha rules Or follow tha fools, then die Everybodies tryin ta make tha news Niggas confused Quit tryin to be an OG and pay your dues If you choose to apply yourself Go with tha grain and come tha riches and tha bitches and tha fame Heavy in tha Game Repeat 1 2Pac Lord Knows Damn... another funeral, another mothafucken' funeral 1 - Lord Knows Lord Knows Lord Knows I smoke a bunt ta take tha pain out And if I wasn't high, probably try and blow my brains out I'm hopeless They shoulda tried to kill me as a baby But, now they got me trapped in tha storm, i'm goin crazy Forgive me They wanna see me in my casket And if I don't blast I'll be a victim of tha bastards I'm loosing hope, they got me stressen, can tha Lord forgive me Got tha spirit of a thug in me Another sip of that drink, this hennesee got me queaze Don't wanna hurl, young nigga take it easy Picture your dreams on a triple beam And it seems Don't underestimate tha power of a feind To tha homies on tha block Slangin' rocks with ya glocks put this tape in your box When your runnin' from tha cops And never look back If they could be black Then they would switch Open fire on those busta-ass bitches And Lord Knows... Repeat 1 I wonder if tha Lord will forgive me Or bury me a 'G' I couldn't let my adversaries worry me And every single day it's a test Wear a bullet-proof vest And still a nigga stressen over death If I could choose when a nigga die Figure I, take a puff on tha blunt And let my trigga fly When everyday is another death With every breath, it's a constant threat So watch your step You could be next if ya want to Who do ya run to? Murderin niggas, look what it's come to My memories bring me misory And life is hard in tha ghetto, it's insanity I can't breath got me thinkin', what do hell got? Cause I done suffered so much, I'm feelin' shell shocked And drive-by's are an everyday thang I already lost to many homies to this mothafucken' game And Lord Knows.... Repeat 1 Fuck tha Five-o cause they after me Kill me if they could I'll never lett'em capture me I lost too many niggas to this gangbangin' Homie dies in my arms, with his brains hangin' Fucked up! I had to tell him it was alright And that's a lie, and he knew it when he shock and died My God Even though I know i'm wrong man Hennesee make a nigga think he strong, man I can't sleep, so I stay up Don't wanna Fuck them bitches, try to clam me down I ain't given up I'm getten lost in tha weed, man Gettin high Livin' everday, like I'm gonna die (gonna die, gonna die) I smoke a blunt to take tha pain out And if I wasn't high Probably try ta blow my brains out Lord Knows.... Lord Knows Lord Knows..... 2Pac feat. Reggie Green & "Sweet Franklin" Dear Mama [2Pac] You are appreciated When I was young me and my mama had beef Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool with the big boys, breakin all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama When things went wrong we'd blame mama I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary? Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day And runnin from the police, that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside And even as a crack fiend, mama You always was a black queen, mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man You always was committed A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it There's no way I can pay you back But the plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated [Reggie Green & "Sweet Franklin", (2Pac)] 1 - Lady... Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady (Dear mama) Place no one above ya, sweet lady (You are appreciated) Don't cha know we love ya? [2Pac] Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along I was lookin for a father he was gone I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin I needed money of my own so I started slangin I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin money in your mailbox I love payin rent when the rent's due I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you Cause when I was low you was there for me And never left me alone because you cared for me And I could see you comin home after work late You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate Ya just workin with the scraps you was given And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin But now the road got rough, you're alone You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated Repeat 1 [2Pac] Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama I can always depend on my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act craaazy I gotta thank the Lord that you made me There are no words that can express how I feel You never kept a secret, always stayed real And I appreciate, how you raised me And all the extra love that you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if ya hold on It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated Repeat 1 Sweet lady And dear mama Dear mama Lady Lady Lady 2Pac It Ain't Easy Keepin it real I take a shot of Henessee now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other side Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry A damn shame, when will we ever change And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain Arguements with my Boo is true I spend mo' time with my niggaz than I do with you But everywhere it's the same thang, that's the game I'll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uhh It ain't easy, that's my motto Drinkin Tanqueray straight out the bottle Everybody wanna know if I'm insane My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games And all the drama got me stressin like I'm hopeless, I can't cope Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high Watchin the cops roll by It ain't easy... that's right 1 - It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free Repeat 1 I can't sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while I'm dreamin Wake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers schemin Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizin A brother bite the bullet, open fire and I died I wonder why this the way it is, even now Lookin out for these killer kids, cause they wild Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin Doin twenty to life in San Quentin Gettin calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain't nuttin nice Yo 'Pac, do something righteous witcha life And even thou you innocent you still a nigga, so they figure Rather have you behind bars than triggers But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin shots Til I see my niggaz free on the block But no it ain't easy, hahahah Til I see my niggaz free, on the block, oh It ain't easy Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Lately been reminiscin Bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks It's the project kid without a conscience, I'm havin dreams Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers Through the years tryin to stack a little green I was only seventeen, when I started servin fiends And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar So my apoli', casue these hard times make me wanna holler Will I live to see tommorrow, am I fallin off? I hit the weed and then proceed to say fuck all of y'all Ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin, I can't go home Cause muh-fuckers think I'm buggin, so now I'm in This high powered cell at the county jail Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what Do I do in these county blues Gettin battered and bruised by the you know who And these fakes get to shakin when they face me Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me Sittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggaz yell Tryin to torture em to tell, I'm gettin mail But ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts Is makin bucks while these sluts is gettin fucked They violated my probation, and it seems I'll be goin on a long vacation, meanwhile It ain't easy No it ain't easy Repeat 1 Repeat 1 2Pac Can U Get Away [Tupac] Wussup, it's Tupac, can u get away? Let me come sooth you up [Female] You know I gotta man. [Tupac] I know you gotta man, But he won't mind if I take you out [Female] Of course, he gonna mind. [Tupac] Let me take you to lunch, i'll have ya back before He even get home, before anybody see [Female] I can't. [Tupac] Aww Come on, [Female] He won't let me. [Tupac] Pleeeease.... [Female] Naw [Tupac] Aight, what's wrong with your eye? Why you got on glasses? Ever since I met ya I can't beat tha pressure It's like your man don't understand All he does is stress ya I can see your state of misory From tha introduction Ain't nobody suckin' and touchin' This harmless discussion Maybe we can see a better way Find a brighter day Late night phone conversations Would that be ok? I don't wanna take up all your time Or be tha next in line Tell me your size And let me find things with you in mind I can see your cautious And i'm carefull not ta scare ya But anticipation of love makein' Got ya shakin' when i'm standin' near ya Use of precision will prepare ya In case you get scared Just ask the man in tha mirror Now tha pictures getten clearer All he does is hit ya hard I tell ya to leave And you tell me keep my faith in god I don't understand I just wanna bring ya home I wonder should I leave ya alone Find a woman of my own All tha homies tell me that you don't deserve it I contimplate But in my heart I know ya worth it Tell me Can U get away ? Ebony, can U get away, let's go 1 - So much pressure in tha air And I can't get away I'm not happy I know what's wrong Repeat 1 Do you love that man? Could it be my destiny to be lonely And be checkin' for these hoochies that be on me Cause they phoney But you was different I got no need to be suspicious Cause I can tell My life with you would be delicious Tha way ya lick ya lips and shake ya hips Got me addicted I'm sitten here hopen that we can find some way to Kick it Even though I got your digits gotta struggle to Resist it Slowly advance And miss my chance Not to miss it you blow me kisses When he ain't lookin Now your hearts tooken My only wish is that you change your mind And he get shook I wanna take you there But you scared to follow Come see tommorrow Hopen I can take you through tha pain and sorrow And let you know I care That someones there for your struggle Depend on me When you have needs Or there's trouble I wanna give you happiness and maybe even more I told you before Not time to waste We can hook up at the store Can U get away ? There's so much pressure in tha air And I can't get away (yeah you can) I'm not happy (Can U get away) Repeat 1 I feel like remincsin' and I hope ya listen In tha position and tha pressure and all for competition Me and you Was meant to be my destiny No longer lonely Cause it's time for you and me All I can see A happy home That's my fantasy But my reality Is problems with your man and me What can I do? Don't wanna loose ya to tha sucker Cause if he touch ya I got some drama for that busta Don't wanna rush ya But make your mind up fast Nobody knows Or who controls Will it last Before I ask I hope you see that i'm sincere And even if ya stay with him Today i'm still here I refuse to give up Cause I believe in what we share Ya livin' in prison And what he's givin can't compare Cause everything I feel for you I wanna let you know Passion will be yours And i'll never let you go Tell me Can U get away ? Repeat 1 All I wanna know, can U get away Repeat 1 If you really wanted to get away, you could get away You ain't got to go through all this drama And this stress With this old half a man, you know what i'm sayin? I ain't tryin to put you in a position Where you gotta give up your Lifestyle to hafta get with me but uh, He ain't even takin care of you He's beatin' on you and shit Look how you look Some motherfucken wanna be baby, you know what i'm sayin? Shake that sucker to tha left And let me show you what this life is really about You know what i'm sayin You need to be on first class Need to be goin' to hawaii and seeing tha world And seein what this world got to offer you Not goin to, you know what i'm sayin, The emergency room and getten stitches Cause this nigga done got a temper Don't cry, it's all good Can U take me from here Can U take me from here 2Pac Fuck The World Who you callin' rapist ?? Ain't that a bitch You devils are so two faced Wanna see me locked in chains Droped in shame And getten socked by these crooked cops and game Fuckin' with tha young black male Tryin' ta stack bail And stay away from tha packed jails Told tha judge i'm in danger And that's why I had that 45 with one in tha chamber Fuck tha World 1 - Their tryin' ta say that I don't care I woke up screamin' fuck tha world Their tryin' ta say that I don't care Just woke up and scream fuck tha world Their tryin' ta say that I don't care I woke up and screamed fuck tha world Their tryin' ta say that I don't care Just got up and screamed fuck tha World When I was commin up ruff That wasn't even what you called it That's why I smoke blunts now And run with alcholics I'm getten threats to me Commin from my enemies In their dreams Is hell where they sending me ? Have I Lost control or just another soul A car full of motherfuckers when we roll Sippen on that as I sit back Life as a big mack Brothers come up and say 'You did that?' Brotha take your eyes off tha prize And even when you getten high Don't hesitate to try Cause you could fall off or stay ballin' Niggas we all in ? And all my mothafuckers callen... Fuck tha World... Repeat 1 Fuck tha World Damn, they wanna label me a menace Cause i'm sitten here sippin on Guinness Weighin' 165 and these tricks should die For being jelous of a brotha when he rides I can see it in your eyes You wanna see a young player fallen They hate ta see a nigga ballin' Some of you suckers is rotten Plotten on what I got Then you wonder why I shot him (booya) Please stop Given game for free You wanna hang with me ? Like being a thug is tha thang ta be But I got love for my homies Tha G's and macks So if your black Then ya better stay strapped Nigga, fuck tha World... Repeat 1 Fuck tha World Fuck it... I hear my niggas screamin' fuck tha world... They wanna know if I claim tha click that i'm hangin' with And if i'm down with this bangin' shit Well, homie I don't give a fuck If ya blood or cuz Long as ya got love for thugs But don't try ta test me out Stall that Homie this is thug life nigga And we all strapped I been through Hell and back And if I fell, black Then it's Back to tha corner where we sell crack Some of you niggas is bustas You runnin' around with these tramp ass bitches Don't trust her But don't cry This world ain't prepared for us A straight thug mothafucker who ain't scared to bust Fuck tha World.... Repeat 1 Fuck tha World (I don't care) (I don't care) 2Pac Death Around The Corner [Child] Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy? [Mother] I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window With that fuckin' AK all day You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't, You don't do a goddamn thing [2Pac] I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive In the city where the skinny niggas die If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry I expect retaliation in a hurry I see death around the- corner, anyday Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway Strugglin and strivin, my destiny's to die Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help me Got me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain't healthy Am I paranoid? - Tell me the truth I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot Ran out of endo and my mind can't take the stress, I'm out of breath Make me wanna kill my damn self, But I see death around the corner 1 - (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner, The pressure's getting to me I no longer trust my homies, Them phonies tried to do me Smoking too much weed, Got me paranoid, stressed Pack a gat and my vest, Under my clothes when I dress Here's hopin I die the way I lived, Straight thuggin' Huggin' my trigger for all them niggas Who was buggin' My homie told me once, Don't you trust them other suckers They fought like they your homies But they phony motherfuckers And even if I did die young, who cares All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares I got homies in my head Who done passed away screamin, please Young nigga, make Gs I can't give up, although I'm hopeless, I think my mind's gone All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner Repeat 1 I was raised in the city, shitty Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty Drinkin' liquor out my momma's titty And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household, And drinking liquor til' you out cold And tho' i'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow Bustin on them niggas til they gone How many more jealous ass bitches, comin for my riches Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless, Them bitches will start shit Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch No more game for free, please explain to me Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see? Murderin' now but see me later man, as for my pops I got homies that will hunt you til you drop I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G And gettin high was a way of gettin free I see death around the corner Repeat 1 This is for all the real mothafuckin niggas out there I know you ain't scared to die We all gotta go, ya know ? A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes And make sure he handles his motherfuckin business Y'all niggas stop acting like pussies out there, All right (Movie bites) I'm tired off getting ripped off by guys like that I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want that sonova bitch dead, I want him dead I want him dead, I don't care 2Pac feat. Dramacydal Outlaw [Tupac] That's right nigga you gotta get your papers Up in this motherfucker I ain't mad at ya at all [Tupac] Hey yo, what tha fuck you wanna be when you grow up Ra Ra [Rah Rah] Nigga, is you stupid, I wanna be a motherfucken outlaw [Tupac] That's right nigga, hahaha, house'n these ho's, you feel me? [Tupac] You gotta do that shit, keepen it real nigga or what ? [Rah Rah] Keepin' it real! [Tupac] How old are you nigga [Rah Rah] I'm 11 [Tupac] Cause all I see is Murder murder My mind state Preoccupied with homicide Tryin to survive through this trial and rape Dead bodies at block parties Those unlucky bastards Gunfire now they require maybe closed casket Who can you blame ? It's insane what we did do Witness an evil that these men do Bitches see it too Infact they be the reasons niggas get to bleeden But i'll fucken fire when I leave'em I shoulda seen'em Hostile ho's catch elbows and grows disposed of And snitches get dealt with, with no love Body bags of adversaries that I had to bury I broke tha law and their jaw All in tha same flurry But never worry They'll remember me through history Causen motherfuckers to bleed They'll label me an 1 - Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw They came into sin Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw Dear God, I wonder can you save me? Before I close my eyes I fantasize i'm livin well And I awaken Realizen i'm just in prison in hell Just as well Cause in my cell i'm keeping pictures of these bastards Excersisein' Visualizing' Everyone inside a casket Picture me blasted Surrounded by niggas in masks Sent with tha task To harass and murder my ass Will I last ? Heaven or Hell ? Freedom or Jail ? Shit's hard who can you tell ? And if we fail ? High speeds And tie weed on tha freeway When will they learn to take it easy ? Driveby's And niggas die Murder without a motive by making motherfuckers fry Got me runnin' from these coward ass crooked ass cops Helicopters tryin ta hover over niggas till we drops Got no time for tha courts My only thought is open fire Hit tha district attorney But, fuck that bitch, cause she's a lie Now it's time to expire I see tha judge Spray tha bitch 'Motherfuckers is crooked !' is what I scream And hit tha fence I cominse to get wicked Spitten rounds as tha plot thickens Never missen An early grave is my only mission If I die Never worry, bury me beside my four-five May God forgive me, I was high And label me an Repeat 1 Society lied to me I ain't never gonna try ta be My mob will be doin roberies And stickups on these wannabe's I witnessed niggas lose they chest For ordinary reasons niggas bodies put ta rest So I just.. Swallow my becks and holla 'fuck'em' And if i'm next Just leta nigga step with somethin' I ain't fearin nothen Young and thugin Prepared for bustin if that's my destiny Ready for whatever See you niggas can't get tha best of me (Hold me down) Definately no need for askin (Now he mad) Top speed (Smokin weed) Blasted (biotch) Cause when I bust'em they gonna shiver Tha killers cry Soldiers got bodies floaten in tha river What is they sayin ? Talken about prayin' They need to stop That ain't gonna help These niggas sprayin up my block Tryin ta take my wealth Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Tupac] Fuck tha judge, I gotta gruge Punk police, niggas run tha streets It ain't nothen but muuuuzik Shits changed 1995 tha games has changed Motherfuckers is actin real strange The rules is all rearranged You got babies lyin' dead in tha streets These punk police is crooked as me But all I see Is mothafuckers actin' less than G's Stop bein a playa-hater Be an inovator nigga Fuck that shit Don't be no entertainer and a stranger Be a real mothafucker Keep it real Pack that steel Cause you know these streets is real deal Mothafuckers wanna see me in my casket Jelous, mothafucken bastards I'll never die Thug niggas multiply Cause after me is Thug Life baby Then tha young thugs Then tha youngest thug of all my nigga Ra Ra