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 

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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...

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!

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[Dr. Dre]
Now make it shake...

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[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

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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

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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.

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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.

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

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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

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2Pac feat. Daz, Kurupt, Method Man & Redman
Got My Mind Made Up

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...

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

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

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

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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...

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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
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.....

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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
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 ?

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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

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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
Cause I've been sent
The heartz of men 

2Pac feat. Rappin 4-Tay
Only God Can Judge Me

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
[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


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

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)

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
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..

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

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
(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) 

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?
That's a bad muthafucker 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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?

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

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

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

C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich

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

Hell nah we ain't hard to find

The whole clickilation fool

Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch

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

Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit
It's a celebration, Young Pac is back

Motherfuckers better understand this shit

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

A motherfucker's gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa

You supposed to
Sideways to the next light... 

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

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


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
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
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

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


It's just me against tha world baby
Me against tha world
I got nothin' ta lose
It's just me against tha world


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


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

I'm outshining tha news
It's just me against tha world baby
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 

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


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

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
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
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
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
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

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

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

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?

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

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

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

Can U Get Away

Wussup, it's Tupac, can u get away?
Let me come sooth you up

You know I gotta man.

I know you gotta man,
But he won't mind if I take you out

Of course, he gonna mind.

Let me take you to lunch, i'll have ya back before
He even get home, before anybody see

I can't.

Aww Come on,

He won't let me.



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 

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)

Death Around The Corner

Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?

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

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

That's right nigga you gotta get your papers
Up in this motherfucker
I ain't mad at ya at all

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

That's right nigga, hahaha, house'n these ho's, you feel me?

You gotta do that shit, keepen it real nigga or what ?

[Rah Rah]
Keepin' it real!

How old are you nigga

[Rah Rah]
I'm 11

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
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 ?
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

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