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1. hit ’em up 5:14

[intro: 2pac]
take money
westside
bad boy k!llers (take money, you know)
ya know who the realest is, n~ggas, we bring it too (take money, that’s aight, haha)
take money (haha)
first off

[verse 1: 2pac]
f~ck your b~tch and the clique you claim
westside, when we ride, come equipped with game
you claim da be a player, but i f~cked cho’ wife
we bust on bad boys, n~ggas f~cked for life
plus, puffy tryna see me, weak hearts i rip
biggie smalls and junior m.a.f.i.a., some mark~ass b~tches
we keep on coming while we running for your jеwels
steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools
ya know thе rules
lil’ caesar, go ask your homie how i’ll leave ya
cut cha young ass up
leave you in pieces, now, be deceased
lil’ kim, don’t f~ck around wit’ real g’s
quick da sn~tch yo’ ugly ass off the streets
so, f~ck peace
i’ll let them n~ggas know it’s on for life
don’t let the westside ride tonight (haha)
bad boy murdered on wax and k!lled
f~ck with me and cho’ caps peeled, ya know
see
[chorus 1: 2pac]
grab your glocks when ya see 2pac
call the cops when ya see 2pac, uh
who shot me? but cha punks didn’t finish
now ya ’bout da feel the wrath of a menace (uh~huh, yeah)
n~gga, i hit ’em up

[interlude: 2pac & hussein fatal]
check this out, cha motherf~ckers know what time it is (take money)
ion’t even know why i’m on this track (take money)
y’all n~ggas ain’t even on my level, i’ma let my lil’ homies ride (take money)
on ya b~tch~(ayo)~made~ass bad boy b~tches (ayo), feel it (hold the f~ck up, take money, yeah, get out the way, yo)

[verse 2: hussein fatal]
get out the way, yo
biggie smalls just got dropped
little mu’, pass the mac
and let me hit him in his back
frank white needs to get spanked right for setting traps
little accident murderer
and i ain’t never heard of ya
poisonous gats attack when i’m serving ya
spank ya, shank ya whole style when i gank
guard cha rank
’cause i’ma slam your ass in the paint
puffy weaker than the f~cking block i’m running through, n~gga
and i’m smoking junior m.a.f.i.a. in front of you, n~gga
with the ready power tucked in my guess under my eddie bauer
your clout, petty, sour, i push packages every hour, hit ’em up
[chorus 2: 2pac]
grab your glocks when ya see 2pac
call the cops when ya see 2pac, uh
who shot me? but cha punks didn’t finish
now ya ’bout da feel the wrath of a menace (uh~huh, yeah)
n~gga, we hit ’em up

[verse 3: 2pac]
peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
this ain’t no freestyle battle
all you n~ggas getting k!lled wit’ cha mouths open
tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping
smoking dope, it’s like a sherm high, n~ggas think they learn a fly
but they burn, motherf~cker, you deserve da die
talking ’bout cha getting money, but it’s funny da me
all you n~ggas living bummy while ya f~cking with me
i’m a self~made millionaire (‘naire)
thug living, out of prison, pistols in the air (air)
haha
biggie, remember when i used to let cha sleep on the couch
and begged a b~tch to let cha sleep in the house? uh
now it’s all about versace
you copied my style
five shots couldn’t drop me
i took it and smiled
now i’m ’bout da set the record straight
with my ak, i’m still the thug that cha love da hate
motherf~cker, i hit ’em up
[verse 4: yaki kadafi & (e.d.i. mean)]
i’m from n~e~w jers’ where plenty murders occurs
no points or commas, we bring the drama to all ya herbs
now, go check the scenario
little cease, i’ll bring ya fake g’s to your knees, copping pleas in de janeiro
little kim, is you coked up or doped up?
get cha little junior whopper clique smoked up
what the f~ck, is you stupid?
i take money, crash, and mash through brooklyn
with my clique looting, shooting, and polluting your block
with 15~shot c~cked glock to your knot
outlaw mafia clique, moving up another notch
and your pop stars popped, get mopped and dropped
all your fake~ass east coast props brainstormed and locked (haha, you’s a)

[verse 5: e.d.i. mean]
beat biter, a pac style taker
i’ll tell ya to your face, you ain’t sh~t but a faker
softer than alizé with a chaser
’bout da get murdered for the paper
e.d.i. mean approach the scene of the caper
like a loc, with lil’ caesar in a choke
gun toting smoke, we ain’t no motherf~cking joke
thug life, n~ggas better be knowing
we approaching in the wide open, gun smoking
no need for hoping, it’s a battle lost
i got ’em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
n~gga, i hit ’em up (up)

[outro: 2pac]
now, you tell me who won
i see them, they run, hahaha
they don’t wanna see us (take money)
whole junior m.a.f.i.a. clique dressing up tryna be us (take money)
how the f~ck they gon’ be the mob when we always on our job? (take money) we millionaires
k!lling ain’t fair, but somebody gotta do it (take money)
oh, yeah, mobb deep, huh, you wanna f~ck with us? (take money)
you lil’ young~ass motherf~ckers (take money)
don’t one of you n~ggas got sickle~cell or something? (take money)
you’re f~cking with me, n~gga, you f~ck around and have a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
you better back the f~ck up ‘fore ya get smacked the f~ck up
this how we do it on our side
any of you n~ggas from new york that wanna bring it
bring it
but we ain’t singing
we bringing drama
f~ck you and yo’ motherf~cking mama
we gon’ k!ll all you motherf~ckers
now, when i came out, i told cha it was just about biggie
then everybody had a open they mouth with a motherf~cking opinion
well, this is how we gon’ do this
f~ck mobb deep
f~ck biggie
f~ck bad boy as a staff, record label, and as a motherf~cking crew
and if you wanna be down with bad boy
then f~ck you too
chino xl
f~ck you too
all you motherf~ckers
f~ck you too (take money)
take money (all of y’all motherf~ckers, f~ck you, die slow, motherf~cker)
my .40~fo’ make sure all y’all kids don’t grow
you motherf~ckers can’t be us or see us
we motherf~cking thug life riders, westside, ’til we die
out here in california, n~gga, we warned ya we’ll bomb on you motherf~ckers
we do our job
you think you mob? n~gga, we the motherf~cking mob
ain’t none’ but k!llers and the real n~ggas, all you motherf~ckers feel us
our sh~ts go triple and four~quadruple (four~quadruple, take money)
you n~ggas laugh ’cause our staff got guns in they motherf~ckers’ belts
you know how it is, when we drop records, they felt
you n~ggas can’t feel it
we the realest
f~ck ’em
we bad boy k!llers (we k!llers)

2. changes 4:30

[intro: talent & 2pac]
ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh
yeah (ooh)
come on, come on
i see no changes

[verse 1: 2pac]
wake up in the morning and i ask myself:
“is life worth living? should i blast myself?”
i’m tired of being poor and, even worse, i’m black
my stomach hurts, so i’m looking for a purse to sn~tch
cops give a d~mn about a negro
pull the trigger, k!ll a n~gga, he’s a hero
“give the crack to the kids, who the h~ll cares?
one less hungry mouth on the welfare”
first, ship ’em dope and let ’em deal da brothers
give ’em guns, step back, watch ’em k!ll each other
“it’s time da fight back”, that’s what huey said
two shots in the dark, now huey’s dead
i got love for my brother
but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other
we gotta start making changes
learn a see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers
and that’s how it’s supposed to be
how can the devil take a brother if he’s close to me?
uh
i’d love da go back to when we played as kids
but things change
and that’s the way it is

[chorus 1: talent & 2pac]
come on, come on
that’s just the way it is (changes)
things’ll never be the same
that’s just the way it is (that’s the way it is, what?)
aw, yeah~yeah (hear me)
oh, my, oh (come on, come on), my
that’s just the way it is (that’s just the way it is, the way it is)
things’ll never be the same (never be the same, yeah, yeah, yeah, aw, yeah)
that’s just the way it is (way it is)
aw, yeah (come on, come on)
i see no changes

[verse 2: 2pac & talent]
all i see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races, we under
i wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let’s erase the wasted
take the evil out the people, they’ll be acting right
’cause both black and white are smoking crack tonight
and the only time we chill is when we k!ll each other (k!ll each other)
it takes sk!ll to be real, time da heal each other
and although it seems heaven~sent
we ain’t ready da see a black president
uh (oh~ooh)
it ain’t a secret, don’t conceal the fact
the penitentiary’s packed
and it’s filled with blacks
but some things will never change (never change)
try da show another way, but cha staying in the dope game (ooh)
now, tell me, what’s a mother da do?
being real don’t appeal to the brother in you (yeah)
you gotta operate the easy way
“i made a g today”, but cha made it in a sleazy way
selling crack to the kids (oh~oh), “i gotta get paid” (oh)
well, hey
well
that’s the way it is

[chorus 2: talent & 2pac]
come on, come on
that’s just the way it is (changes)
things’ll never be the same
that’s just the way it is (that’s the way it is, what?)
aw, yeah~yeah (hear me)
oh, my, oh (come on, come on), my
that’s just the way it is (that’s just the way it is, the way it is)
things’ll never be the same (never be the same, yeah, yeah, yeah, aw, yeah)
that’s just the way it is (way it is)
aw, yeah (aw, yeah, aw, yeah)
we gotta start make a change

[interlude: 2pac]
it’s time for us as a people da start making some changes
let’s change the way we eat
let’s change the way we live
and let’s change the way we treat each other
you see, the old way wasn’t working
so it’s on us to do what we gotta do da survive
and, still, i see no changes

[verse 3: 2pac & (talent)]
can’t a brother get a little peace?
it’s war on the streets and the war in the middle east (ooh, yeah)
instead of war on poverty
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me
and i ain’t never did a crime i ain’t have to do
but now i’m back with the facts, giving it back to you (ooh)
don’t let ’em jack you up, back you up
crack you up and pimp~smack you up
you gotta learn a hold cha own
they get jealous when they see ya wit’ cha mobile phone
but tell the cops they can’t touch this
i don’t trust this, when they try da rush, i bust this
that’s the sound of my tool, you say it ain’t cool
my mama didn’t raise no fool (oh)
and as long as i stay black, i gotta stay strapped
and i never get to lay back
’cause i always gotta worry ’bout the payback
some buck that i roughed up way back
coming back after all these years
“rat~a~tat~tat~tat~tat”, that’s the way it is

[chorus 3: talent & 2pac]
uh
that’s just the way it is (just the way it is, yeah, yeah, yeah)
things’ll never be the same (yeah)
that’s just the way it is (the way it is)
aw, yeah (some things will never change, oh, my, i’m tryna make a change)
you’re my brother, you’re my sister, yeah (that’s just the way it is, the way it is, the way it is)
things’ll never be the same (you’re my brother, you’re my sister)
that’s just the way it is
aw, yeah
some things’ll never change

3. keep ya head up 4:24

[intro: 2pac]
little something for my godson elijah
and a little girl named corin
some say the blacker the berry

[verse 1: 2pac & dave hollister]
the sweeter the juice, i say the darker the flesh
then the deeper the roots (oh)
i give a holla to my sisters on welfare
2pac cares
if don’t n0body else care (oh)
and, uh
i know they like da beat cha down a lot
when ya come around the block, brothers clown a lot
but please don’t cry, dry your eyes, never let up
forgive, but don’t forget, girl, keep ya head up
and when he tells ya you ain’t nutting, don’t believe him
and if he can’t learn a love ya, you should leave him
’cause, sister, you don’t need him
and i ain’t tryna gas you up, i just call ’em how i see ’em (you don’t need him)
you know what makes me unhappy? (what’s that?)
when brothers make babies
and leave a young mother da be a pappy (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
and since we all came from a woman
got our name from a woman and our game from a woman (yeah, yeah)
i wonder why we take from our women
why we rape our women, do we hate our women? (why? why? why? why? why? why?)
i think it’s time da k!ll for our women
time da heal our women, be real to our
women
and if we don’t, we’ll have a race of babies that will hate the ladies
that make the babies (oh, yeah~yeah)
and since a man can’t make one
he has no right da tell a woman when and where to create one
so, will the real men get up?
i know you’re fed up, ladies
but keep ya head up (keep your head up)

[chorus 1: dave hollister & 2pac]
ooh, child, things are gonna get easier (keep~keep your head up)
ooh, child, things’ll get brighter (oh~oh~oh, keep your head up)
ooh, child, things are gonna get easier (keep~keep your head up)
ooh, child, things’ll get brighter (ayo)
i remember

[verse 2: 2pac & (dave hollister)]
marvin gaye used to sing da me
he had me feeling like black was the thing da be
and, suddenly, the ghetto didn’t seem so tough
and though we had it rough, we always had enough
i huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
ran with the local crew and had a smoke or two
i realize mama really paid the price
she nearly gave her life
to raise me right (oh, yeah~yeah)
and all i had a give her was my pipe dream
of how i’d rock the mic and make it to the bright screen
i’m tryna make a dollar out of fifteen cents
it’s hard a be legit and still pay your rent
and in the end, it seems i’m heading for the pen’
i try da find my friends, but they’re blowing in the wind
last night, my buddy lost his whole family
it’s gonna take the man in me da conquer this insanity (oh, no, no, no)
it seems the rain’ll never let up
i try da keep my head up and still keep from getting wet up, huh
you know, it’s funny, when it rains, it pours
they got money for wars, but can’t feed the poor
said it ain’t no hope for the youth
and the truth is it ain’t no hope for the future
and then they wonder why we crazy, huh
i blame my mother for turning my brother into a crack baby
we ain’t meant da survive ’cause it’s a set~up
and even though you’re fed up, huh
you gotta keep ya head up (keep your head up)

[chorus 2: dave hollister & 2pac]
ooh, child, things are gonna get easier (keep~keep your head up)
ooh, child, things’ll get brighter (oh~oh~oh, keep your head up)
ooh, child, things are gonna get easier (keep~keep your head up)
ooh, child, things’ll get brighter
and, uh
to all the ladies

[verse 3: 2pac & (dave hollister)]
having babies on they own
i know it’s kinda rough and you’re feeling all alone
daddy’s long gone and he left ya by your lonesome
thank the lord for my kids even if n0body else want ’em ’cause i think we can make it
in fact, i’m sure
and if you fall, stand tall and come back for more (oh~oh)
’cause ain’t nothing worse than when your son
wants to know why his daddy don’t love him no mo’
you can’t complain, you was dealt this h~ll of a hand
without a man, feeling helpless (i know you were)
because there’s too many things for you da deal with
dying inside, but, outside, cha looking fearless
while the tears is rolling down your cheeks
you’re steady hoping things don’t all fall this week (yeah)
’cause if it did, cha couldn’t take it (yeah)
and don’t blame me
i was given this world, i didn’t make it (oh, yeah)
and now my son’s getting older and older
and cold from having the world on his shoulders
while the rich kids is driving benz
i’m still tryna hold on a surviving friends (oh, yeah)
and it’s crazy, it seems it’ll never let up
but, huh
please
you gotta keep ya head up

4. dear mama 4:40

[intro: 2pac]
you are appreciated
when i was young

[verse 1: 2pac]
me and my mama had beef
17 years old, kicked out on the streets
though back at the time i never thought i see her face
ain’t a woman alive that could take my mama’s place
suspended from school
and scared a go home
i was a fool, with the big boys breaking all the rules
i shed tears wit’ my baby sister
over the years, we was poorer than the other little kids
and even though we had different daddies
the same drama, when things went wrong, we’d blame mama
i reminisce on the stress i caused
it was h~ll
hugging on my mama from a jail cell
and, who’d think in elementary
hey, i’d see the penitentiary one day?
and running from the police, that’s right
mama catch me, put a whooping 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
tryna 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 ya back
but the plan is to show ya that i understand
you are appreciated

[chorus 1: reggie green & sweet franklin & (2pac)]
lady
don’t cha know we love ya? sweet (dear mama) lady
place no one above ya (you are appreciated), sweet lady
don’t cha know we love ya? (now, ain’t)

[verse 2: 2pac]
n0body tell us it was fair
no love for 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 looking 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 hanging
i needed money of my own, so i started slanging
i ain’t guilty, ’cause
even though i sell rocks
it feels good putting money in your mailbox
i love paying rent when the rent is due
i hope ya got the diamond necklace that i sent to you
’cause when i was low, you was there for me
you never left me alone, because you cared for me
and i could see you coming home after work late
you’re in the kitchen, tryna fix us a hot plate
you just working with the scr~ps you was given
and mama made miracles every thanksgiving
but now the road got rough, you’re alone
you’re tryna raise two bad kids on your own
and there’s no way i can pay ya back
but my plan is to show ya that i understand
you are appreciated

[verse 3: 2pac]
’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 crazy
i gotta thank the lord that cha made me
there are no words that can express how i feel
you never kept a secret
always stayed real
and i appreciate how ya raised me
and all the extra love that cha 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 you hold on
it’s a struggle every day, gotta roll on
and there’s no way i can pay ya back
but my plan is to show ya that i understand
you are appreciated

[chorus 2: reggie green & sweet franklin & (2pac)]
lady
don’t cha know we love ya? sweet (dear mama) lady
place no one above ya (you are appreciated), sweet lady
don’t cha know we love ya? sweet (dear mama) lady, lady

[outro: 2pac & (reggie green & sweet franklin)]
dear mama (lady, lady)

5. california love 4:46

[intro: roger troutman]
california

[chorus 1: roger troutman & dr. dre]
knows how da party
california
knows how da party
in the city
of l.a
in the city of good ol’ watts
in the city
city of compton
we keep it rocking
we keep it rocking (ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh)
now, let me

[verse 1: dr. dre & roger troutman]
welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
a state that’s untouchable like eliot ness
the track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest
pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of s~x
we in that sunshine state where the bomb~ass hemp be
the state where you never find a dance floor empty
and pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money~making~machines serving fiends
i’ve been in the game for ten years making rap tunes
ever since honeys was wearing sassoon
now it’s ’95 and they clock me and watch me
diamonds shining, looking like i robbed liberace
it’s all good, from diego to the bay
your city is the bomb if your city making pay (uh)
throw up a finger if you feel the same way
dre putting it down for californ~i~a (california, california)

[chorus 2: roger troutman & dr. dre]
knows how da party (knows how da party)
california (west coast)
knows how da party (yes, they do, that’s right)
in the city
of l.a. (city of l.a., los angeles, yeah)
in the city of good ol’ watts (good ol’ watts)
in the city
city of compton (city of compton)
we keep it rocking (keep it rocking)
we keep it rocking (come on, come on, come on)
now, make it shake, come on

[post~chorus: roger troutman, dr. dre, & 2pac]
shake it, shake it, baby (come on, come on, come on)
shake, shake it (shake it, baby)
shake, shake it, mama (come on, come on, come on)
shake it, cali (come on, come on, shake it, cali)
shake it (we don’t care), shake it, baby (baby, right, that’s right, uh)
shake it, shake it (shake, shake, shake, shake)
shake it, shake it, mama (shake, shake it, shake, shake)
shake it, cali (shake it now, out on bail)

[verse 2: 2pac, dr. dre, & roger troutman]
fresh outta jail, california dreaming
soon as i step on the scene, i’m hearing hoochies screaming
fiending for money and alcohol
the life of a westside player
where cowards die and the strong ball
only in cali, where we riot, not rally, da live and die
in l.a., we wearing chucks, not ballys (yeah, that’s right, uh)
dressed in locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
flossing, but have caution, we collide with other crews
famous because we throw grams
worldwide, let ’em recognize from long beach to rosecrans
bumping and grinding like a slow jam
it’s westside, so ya know the row won’t bow down to no man
say what cha say, but give me that bomb beat from dre
let me serenade the streets of l.a
from oakland a sac~town, the bay area and back down
cali is where they put they mack down, give me love (california, california)

[chorus 3: roger troutman & dr. dre]
knows how da party (ain’t no stopping)
california (do~do~do~do~do)
knows how da party (come on, baby)
in the city (south central)
of l.a. (l.a.)
in the city of good ol’ watts (that’s right)
in the city
city of compton (yup, yup)
we keep it rocking (keep it rocking)
we keep it rocking (yeah, yeah)
now, make it shake, uh

[post~chorus: roger troutman & dr. dre]
shake, shake it, baby (uh, shake)
shake, shake it (uh, yeah, shake it, cali)
shake it, shake it, mama (yeah)
shake it, cali (shake it, cali)
shake it, shake it, baby (shake it, cali)
shake it, shake it (uh, uh)
shake it, shake it, mama (west coast)
shake it, cali (uh)

[outro: dr. dre, 2pac, & roger troutman]
yeah, uh
uh, long beach in the house, uh, yeah
oaktown
oakland definitely in the house (hah, hahahaha)
frisco, frisco (cheah)
hey, you know l.a. up in this
pasadena, where you at?
yeah, inglewood
inglewood always up to no good
even hollywood are tryna get a piece, baby
sacramento, sacramento, where you at? uh, yeah
throw it up, y’all, throw it up, throw it up
i can’t see ya
california love
let’s show these fools how we do it on this westside
’cause you and i know it’s the best side

6. hail mary 5:14

[intro: 2pac]
makaveli in this, k!lluminati
all through your body
the blow is like a 12~gauge shotty
uh, feel me (come with me)
(hail mary, and god said he should send his one begotten son, n~gga, run quick, see)
(what do we have here now? to lead the wild into the ways of the man, do you wanna ride or die?)
follow me! (la, la~da~la~la~la~la~la, eat my flesh, flesh of my flesh)

[chorus 1: 2pac]
come with me
hail mary, n~gga, run quick, see
what do we have here now?
do you wanna ride or die?
la, la~da~la~la~la~la~la

[verse 1: 2pac]
i ain’t a k!ller, but don’t push me
revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting p~ssy
picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted
peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it
bow down, pray da god, hoping that he’s listening
seeing n~ggas coming for me through my diamonds when they glistening
now, pay attention: bless me, please, father, i’m a ghost
in these k!lling fields, hail mary, catch me if i go
let’s go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman
screams in the dark, evil lurks, enemies see me flee
activate my hate, let it break to the flame
set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
some say the game is all corrupt and f~cked in this sh~t
stuck, n~ggas is lucky if we bust out this sh~t
plus, mama told me never stop until i bust a nut
f~ck the world if they can’t adjust, it’s just as well, hail mary

[chorus 2: 2pac]
come with me
hail mary, n~gga, run quick, see
what do we have here now?
do you wanna ride or die?
la, da~da, da, da, da~da, da
come with me
hail mary, n~gga, run quick, see
what do we have here now?
do you wanna ride or die?
la, da~da, da, da, da~da, da

[verse 2: 2pac]
penitentiaries is packed with promise~makers
never realized the precious time that b~tch n~ggas is wasting
institutionalized, i live my life a product made to crumble
much too hardened for a smile, way too crazy to be humble
we balling, catch me, father, please
’cause i’m falling in the liquor store
pass the hennessy, i hear you calling, can i get some more?
bail ’til i reach h~ll, i ain’t scared
mama checking in my bedroom, i ain’t there
i got a head wit’ no screws in it, what can i do?
one life to live, but i got nothing da lose
just me and you on a one~way trip to prison, selling drugs
we all wrapped up in this living, life as thugs
to my homeboys in clinton max doing their bid
raise h~ll to this real sh~t and feel this
when they turn out the lights, i’ll be there in the dark
thugging eternal through my heart
now, hail mary, n~gga

[verse 3: kastro]
they got a a~p~b out on my thug family
since outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks
our enemies die now, walk around half~dead
head down, k~blasted off of hennessy and thai chronic
mixed in, now i’m twisted, blistered and high
visions of me thug~living getting me by
forever live, and i multiply, survived by thugs
when i die, they won’t cry unless they coming wit’ slugs

[verse 4: young n0ble]
peep the whole scene and whatever’s going on around me
brain kind of cloudy, smoked out, feeling rowdy
ready to wet the party up
and whoever in that motherf~cker, nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers on the regular
mashing in a stolen black ac’ integra
c~cked back, sixty seconds ’til the draw, that’s when i’m deading ya
feet first, you’ve got a nice gat, but my heat’s worse
from a thug to preaching church
i gave you love, now you eating dirt
needing work, and i ain’t the n~gga to put cha on
‘cause word is bond
when i was broke, i had a hustle ’til dawn
that’s when the sun came up, there’s only one way up
hold cha head and stay up
to all my n~ggas, get cha pay and weight up

[bridge: yaki kadafi]
if it’s on, then it’s on, we rape beat~breaks
outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate?
to this sh~t, i don’t got be the sh~t i gotta take
dealing with fate, hoping god don’t close the gate
if it’s on, then it’s on, we rape beat~breaks
outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate?
to this sh~t, i don’t got be the sh~t i gotta take
dealing with fate, hoping god don’t close the gate

[chorus 3: 2pac & prince ital joe]
come with me
hail mary, n~gga, run quick, see
what do we have here now?
do you wanna ride or die?
we’ve been traveling on this weary road
sometimes, life can be a heavy load
but we ride, ride it like a bullet
come with me
hail mary, hail mary (hail mary)
we won’t worry, everything will curry
hail mary, n~gga, run quick, see
free like the bird in the tree
we won’t worry, everything will curry
yes, we free like the bird in the tree
we running from the penitentiary
this is the time for we liberty
hail mary, hail mary
what do we have here now?
do you wanna ride or die?
la, la~da~la~la~la~la~la~la~da

[outro: 2pac & 2pac]
westside, outlawz
makaveli the don, solo
k!lluminati, the 7 days

7. all eyez on me 5:08

[intro: 2pac]
big syke, ‘nook, hank, bogart, big sur (yeah)
y’all know how this sh~t go (you know)
all eyes on me
motherf~cking og
roll up in the club and sh~t, is that right?
all eyes on me
all eyes on me
but cha know what?
i bet cha got it twisted

[verse 1: 2pac]
you~on’t know who da trust
so many player~hating n~ggas tryna sound like us
say they ready for the funk, but ion’t think they knowing
straight to the depths of h~ll is where those cowards going
well, are ya still down? n~gga, holla when you see me
and let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
i got a caravan of n~ggas every time we ride
hitting motherf~ckers up when we pass by
until i die, live the life of a boss player ’cause even when i’m high
f~ck with me and get crossed later, the future’s in my eyes
’cause all i want is cash and things
a five~double~0 benz, flaunting flashy rings, uh
b~tches pursue me like a dream
been known to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
it seems, my main thing was to be major paid
the game sharper than a motherf~cking razor blade
say money bring b~tches and b~tches bring lies
one n~gga’s getting jealous and motherf~ckers died
depend on me like the first and fifteenth
they might hold me for a second, but these punks won’t get me
we got foe n~ggas and low riders in ski masks
screaming, “thug life” every time they pass, all eyes on me

[chorus 1: 2pac]
live the life of a thug n~gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player (all eyes on me) ’cause even getting high
all eyes on me
live the life of a thug n~gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even getting high

[interlude: big syke]
hey, to my n~gga pac

[verse 2: big syke]
so much trouble in the world, n~gga
can’t n0body feel your pain
the world’s changing every day, time’s moving fast
my girl said i need a raise, how long will she last?
i’m caught between my woman and my pistol and my chips
triple~beam, got some smokers on, whistle as i dip
i’m lost in the land wit’ no plan, living life flawless
crime boss, contraband, let me toss this
mediocres got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
i’m taking off from the curb
the nervousness neglect make me pack a tec
devoted a serving this moët and pay checks
like akai satellite, n~gga, i’m forever balling
it ain’t right: parasites, triggers, and fleas crawling
sucker, duck and get busted, no emotion
my devotion is handling my business, n~gga, keep on coasting
where ya going, i’ve been there, came back as lonely, homie
steady flowing against the grain, n~ggas still don’t know me
it’s about the money in this rap sh~t, this cr~p sh~t
it ain’t funny, n~ggas don’t even know how da act, sh~t
what can i do? what can i say? is there another way?
blunts and gin all day, 24 parlay
my lil’ homie g, can’t cha see i’m buster~free?
n~ggas can’t stand me
all eyes on me

[chorus 2: 2pac]
live the life of a thug n~gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player (all eyes on me) ’cause even getting high
all eyes on me
live the life of a thug n~gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even getting high
all eyes on me

[verse 3: 2pac]
the feds is watching, n~ggas plotting da get me
will i survive? will i die? come on, let’s picture the possibility
giving me charges, lawyers making a grip
i told the judge i was raised wrong and that’s why i blaze sh~t
was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
on my mobile, calling big shots on the scene major
packing hunnids in my drawers, f~ck the law
b~tches, i f~ck with a passion, i’m living rough and raw
catching cases at a fast rate, balling in the fast lane
hustle ’til the morning, never stopped until the cash came
live my life as a thug n~gga until the day i die
live my life as a boss player, ’cause even getting high
these n~ggas got me tossing sh~t
i put the top down, now it’s time da floss my sh~t
keep your head up, n~gga, make these motherf~ckers suffer
up in the benz, burning rubber
the money is mandatory, the hoes is for the stress
this criminal lifestyle, equipped with the bulletproof vest
make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket
get cha money, motherf~cker, let’s get rich and we’ll kick it (all eyes on me)

[chorus 3: 2pac]
live the life as a thug n~gga until the day i die
live the life as a boss player (all eyes on me) ’cause even getting high
all eyes on me
live the life of a thug n~gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even getting high
all eyes on me

[outro: 2pac]
pay attention, my n~ggas
see how that sh~t go?
n~gga walk up in this muh’f~cker and it be like, “bing”
cops, b~tches, every~motherf~cking~body
(live my life as a thug n~gga until the day i die)
(live my life as a boss player, ’cause even getting high)
i got busters, hoes, and police watching a n~gga, ya know? (i live my life as a thug n~gga until the day i die)
(living life as a boss player, ’cause even getting high)
hehehe, it’s like what they think
i’m walking around with some ki’s in my pocket or something
they think i’m going back da jail, they really on that dope
(live my life as a thug n~gga until the day i die)
(live my life as a boss player)
i know y’all watching, i know y’all got me in the scopes (live my life as a thug n~gga until the day i die)
(live my life as a boss player, ’cause even getting high)
i know y’all know this is thug life, babe
y’all got me under surveillance, huh?
all eyes on me, but i’m knowing

8. ambitionz az a ridah 4:40

[intro: 2pac & michael buffer]
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah
you don’t wanna f~ck with me
got the police busting at me
but they can’t do nothing to a g
let’s get ready da rumble
now, ya know how we do it, like a g
what really go on in the mind of a n~gga
that get down for theirs
constantly, money over b~tches
not b~tches over money
stay on your grind, n~gga
my ambitions as a ridah
my ambitions as a ridah

[verse 1: 2pac]
so many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
this life as a rap star is nothing without guard
was born rough and rugged, addressing the mass public (hahaha)
my attitude was “f~ck it”, ’cause motherf~ckers love it
to be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
though life is complicated, only what cha make it to be (and, uh)
and my ambitions as a ridah (excuse me, baby)
to catch her while she hot and h~rny, go up inside her (gotcha)
then i spit some game in her ear, “go to the telly, hoe”
equipped with money in a benz ’cause, b~tch, i’m barely broke (hahaha)
i’m smoking bomb~ass weed, feeling crucial
from player to player, the game’s tight, the feeling’s mutual
from hustling and prayers to breaking motherf~ckers to pay us
i got no time for these b~tches (h~ll no), ’cause these hoes tried a play us
i’m on a meal~ticket mission, want a mil’ so i’m wishing
competition got me blitzed on that bullsh~t they stressing (booyah)
i’ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it’s mandatory
no guts, no glory, my n~gga, b~tch got the game distorted
now it’s on and it’s on because i said so (haha)
can’t trust a b~tch in the business so i got with death row (yeah)
now these money~hungry b~tches getting suspicious
started plotting and planning on a scheme da come and trick us (haha)
but thug n~ggas be on point and game tight (yeah)
me, syke, and bogart are strapped up the same night
got problems, then handle it, motherf~ckers see me
these n~ggas is jealous, ’cause deep in they hearts they wanna be me
uh, yeah (haha)
and now you got me right beside cha
hoping you listen, i catch ya paying attention
to my ambitions as a ridah

[chorus 1: 2pac]
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah
you don’t wanna f~ck with me (my ambitions as a ridah)
got the police busting at me
but they can’t do nothing to a g (i won’t deny it, i’m a straight ridah)

[verse 2: 2pac]
it was my only wish to rise above these jealous
coward motherf~ckers i despise, when it’s time da ride
i was the first to hop inside (let’s go, n~gga, let’s go)
give me the .9
i’m ready da die right here tonight and motherf~ck they life (yeah, n~gga)
that’s what they screaming as they drill me, but i’m hard to k!ll
so i open fire until you k!ll me, witness my steel (that’s all you n~ggas got? hahaha)
spitting at adversaries, envious and after me
i’d rather die before they capture me, watch me bleed
mama (dear mama), come rescue me, i’m suicidal, thinking thoughts
i’m innocent so there’ll be bullets flying when i’m caught (shoot)
f~ck doing jail time, better day, sacrifice
won’t get a chance to do me like they did my n~gga tyson
thugging for life, and if you right, then, n~gga, die for it
let them other busters try, at least you tried for it (hahaha)
when it’s time da die, then be a man and pick the way ya leave (yeah, n~gga)
f~ck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah

[chorus 1: 2pac]
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah
you don’t wanna f~ck with me (my ambitions as a ridah)
got the police busting at me
but they can’t do nothing to a g

[verse 3: 2pac]
my murderous lyrics, equipped with spirits of the thugs before me
stay off the block, evade the cops ’cause i know they coming for me
i’ve been hesitant to reappear, been away for years (i’m back, baby)
now i’m back, my adversaries been reduced to tears
question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some b~tches bleed
n~ggas’ll feel the fire of my mother’s corrupted seed (buck~buck~buck~buck~buck)
blast me, but they didn’t finish, didn’t diminish
my powers, so now i’m back to be a motherf~cking menace (them n~ggas cowards)
they cowards, that’s why they tried a set me up
had b~tch~ass n~ggas (b~tch~ass n~ggas) on my team so indeed they wet me up (punk n~ggas)
but i’m back reincarnated, incarcerated
at the time, i contemplate the way that god made it
lace ’em wit’ lyrics that’s legendary, musical mercenary
for money, i’ll have these motherf~ckers buried
i’ve been getting much mail in jail, n~ggas telling me da k!ll it (hahaha)
knowing when i get out they gon’ feel it (yeah, right)
witness the realest, a who~ridah when i put the sh~t inside
the cries from all your people when they find her, must remind cha (thug life)
my history’ll prove i’ve been it
revenge on them n~ggas that played me and all the cowards that was down wit’ it
now it’s your n~gga right beside cha
hoping you listen, got cha paying attention to my ambitions
as a ridah

[chorus 2: 2pac]
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah
you don’t wanna f~ck with me (my ambitions as a ridah)
got the police busting at me
but they can’t do nothing to a g
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah
you don’t wanna f~ck with me
got the police busting at me
but they can’t do nothing to a g
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah
you don’t wanna f~ck with me

9. 2 of amerikaz most wanted 4:08

[intro: snoop dogg, 2pac, & daz dillinger]
up outta there, hahaha
ain’t nutting but a gangsta party (ayy, light that up, snoop, why ya acting like that?)
ah, sh~t, hahah, you done f~cked up now (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party)
you done put two of america’s most wanted
in the same motherf~cking place at the same motherf~cking time? (ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party)
hahahaha, y’all n~ggas about da feel this
ain’t nutting but a gangsta party (break out the champagne glasses and the motherf~cking condoms)
have one on us, aight?
ain’t nutting but a gangsta party (a toast to the gangsters)

[verse 1: 2pac, snoop dogg, & daz dillinger]
picture perfect, i paint a perfect picture
bombing hoochies wit’ precision, my intention’s to get richer
with the s~n, double~o~p, dogg, my f~cking homie
you’s a cold~ass n~gga on them hogs
sure enough, i keep my hand on my gun ’cause they got me on the run
now i’m back in the courtroom waiting on the outcome
“free 2pac” is all that’s on a n~gga’s mind
but at the same time, it seem they tryna take mine
so i’ma get smart and get defensive and sh~t
and put together a million march for some gangsta sh~t
so now they got us laced
two multimillionaire motherf~ckers catching cases (hmm)
b~tches, get ready for the throw~down, the sh~t’s about da go down (biatch)
uh
me and snoop about to clown
i’m losing my religion, i’m vicious on these stool pigeons
you might be deep in this game, but cha got the rules missing
n~ggas be acting like they savage, they out da get the cabbage, i’ve got
nothing but love for my n~ggas living lavish
i’ve got a pit named petey, she nigerino
i’ve got a house out in the hills, right next to chino
and i think i’ve got a black beamer
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like bugsy siegel, and do it all legal
and get scooped up by the lil’ homie in the regal, uh
it feels good to you, baby~bubba
you see, this is for the g’s and the ki’s, motherf~cker
now, follow as we ride
motherf~ck the rest, two of the best from the westside
and i can make you famous
n~ggas been dying for years, so, how can they blame us?
i live in fear of a felony
i never stop bailing these motherf~cking g’s
if you got it, better flaunt it
another warrant, 2 of amerikaz most wanted (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party)

[chorus 1: daz dillinger & 2pac]
ain’t nutting but a gangsta party
(nothing but a gangsta party)
ain’t nutting but a gangsta party (nothing but a gangsta party)
it ain’t nothing but a motherf~cking gangsta party (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party)
nothing but a gangsta party
it ain’t nothing but a motherf~cking gangsta party (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party)

[verse 2: 2pac, snoop dogg, & daz dillinger]
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 greed
better be prepared when you cowards f~ck with me
i bust and flee, these n~ggas must be crazy, what?
there ain’t no mercy, motherf~ckers, who can fade the thug?
you thought it was, but it wasn’t, now disappear
bow down in the presence of a boss player
it’s like, cuh, blood, gang~banging
everybody in the party doing dope~slanging
you gotta have paper in this world
you might get your first sn~tch before your eyes swirl
you doing your job every day
and then you work so hard ’til your hair turn gray
let me tell you ’bout life and ’bout the way it is
you see, we live by the gun, so we die by the guns, kid
they tell me not to roll wit’ my glock, so now i got a throwaway
floating in the black benz (biatch), tryna do a show a day
they wonder how i live with five shots
n~ggas is hard to k!ll on my block
schemes for currency and dough~related
affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
no answers to questions, i’m tryna get up on it
my n~gga, dogg, and me (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party)
eternally the most wanted

[chorus 2: daz dillinger & 2pac]
ain’t nutting but a gangsta party
ain’t nutting but a gangsta party
ain’t nutting but a gangsta party
(nothing but a gangsta party)
it ain’t nothing but a motherf~cking gangsta party (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party)
nothing but a gangsta party
it ain’t nothing but a motherf~cking gangsta party (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party)
nothing but a gangsta party
it ain’t nothing but a motherf~cking gangsta party (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party)
nothing but a gangsta party
it ain’t nothing but a motherf~cking gangsta party (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party, biatch)

[outro: daz dillinger & 2pac]
ain’t nutting but a gangsta party
where you at? where you at?
ain’t nutting but a gangsta party
yeah, b~tch, haha
death row

10. life goes on 5:02

[chorus 1: 2pac]
how many brothers fell victim to the streets?
rest in peace, young n~gga, there’s a heaven for a g
be a lie if i told cha that i never thought of death
my n~ggas, we the last ones left
but life goes on
how many brothers fell victim to the streets?
rest in peace, young n~gga, there’s a heaven for a g
be a lie if i told cha that i never thought of death
my n~ggas, we the last ones left
but life goes on

[verse 1: 2pac]
as i bail through the empty halls, breath stinking in my jaws
ring, ring, ring, quiet, y’all, incoming call
plus, this my homie from high school, he getting by
it’s time to bury another brother, n0body cry
life as a baller: alcohol and booty calls
we used to do ’em as adolescents, do you recall?
raised as g’s, loc’ed out, and blazed the weed
get on the roof, let’s get smoked out, and blaze with me
two in the morning and we still high, assed out
screaming, “thug ’til i die” before i passed out
but now that you’re gone, i’m in the zone
thinking i don’t wanna die all alone, but now you gone
and all i got left are stinking memories
i love them n~ggas to death, i’m drinking hennessy
while tryna make it last
i drank a fifth for that ass when you passed, ’cause life goes on

[chorus 2: 2pac]
how many brothers fell victim to the streets?
rest in peace, young n~gga, there’s a heaven for a g
be a lie if i told cha that i never thought of death
my n~ggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on
how many brothers fell victim to the streets?
rest in peace, young n~gga, there’s a heaven for a g
be a lie if i told cha that i never thought of death
my n~ggas, we the last ones left
and life goes on

[verse 2: 2pac]
yeah, n~gga, i got the word, it’s h~ll
you blew trial and the judge gave you 25 with an l
time to prepare to do fed time, won’t see parole
imagine life as a convict that’s getting old
plus, with the drama, we’re looking out for your baby’s mama
taking risks, while keeping cheap tricks from getting on her
life in the hood is all good for n0body
remember gaming on dumb hotties at yo’ party
me and you, no truer two, while scheming on hits
and getting tricks that maybe we can slide into
but now you buried, rest, n~gga, ’cause i ain’t worried
eyes blurry, saying “goodbye” at the cemetery
though memories fade
i got your name tatted on my arm
so we both ball ’til my dying days
before i say “goodbye”
kato and mental, rest in peace, thug ’til i die

[chorus 3: 2pac]
how many brothers fell victim to the streets?
rest in peace, young n~gga, there’s a heaven for a g
be a lie if i told cha that i never thought of death
my n~ggas, we the last ones left
but life goes on
how many brothers fell victim to the streets?
rest in peace, young n~gga, there’s a heaven for a g
be a lie if i told cha that i never thought of death
my n~ggas, we the last ones left
’cause life goes on

[verse 3: 2pac]
bury me smiling wit’ g’s in my pocket
have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it
let the hoes that i used to know
from way befo’ kiss me from my head to my toe
give me a paper and a pen, so i can write about my life of sin
a couple bottles of gin, in case i don’t get in
tell all my people i’m a ridah
n0body cries when we die, we outlawz, let me ride
until i get free
i live my life in the fast lane, got police chasing me
to my n~ggas from old blocks, from old crews
n~ggas that guided me through back in the old school
pour out some liquor, have a toast for the homies
see, we both gotta die, but cha chose to go before me
and brothers miss you while you gone
you left your n~gga on his own, how long we mourn? life goes on

[outro: 2pac]
life goes on, homie
gone on, ’cause they passed away
n~ggas doing life
n~ggas doing 50 and 60 years and sh~t
i feel you, n~gga, trust me, i feel you
you know what i mean?
last year, we poured out liquor for ya
this year, n~gga, life goes on, we’re gonna clock now
get money, evade b~tches, evade tricks
give player haters plenty of sp~ce
and basically just represent for you, baby
next time you see your n~ggas, we gon’ be on top, n~gga
you gon’ be like, “godd~mn, them n~ggas came up”
that’s right, baby, life goes on
and we up out this b~tch
hey, kato, mental
y’all n~ggas make sure it’s popping
when we get up there, man, don’t front
life goes on
hold me no more, hold me no more
yes, it do, yes, it do, yes, it do

11. i ain’t mad at cha 4:54

[intro: 2pac & danny boy steward]
change?
sh~t
i guess change is good for any of us
whatever it take for any of y’all n~ggas to get up out the hood
sh~t, i’m wit’ cha, i ain’t mad at cha
got none’ but love for ya, do your thing, boy
yeah, all the homies that i ain’t talk to in a while
i’ma send this one out for y’all
know what i mean? ’cause i ain’t mad at cha
heard ch’all tearing up sh~t out there
kicking up dust, giving a motherf~ck
yeah, n~ggas, ’cause i ain’t mad at cha

[verse 1: 2pac]
now, we was once two n~ggas of the same kind
quick da holla at a hoochie with the same line
you was just a lil’ smaller, but cha still rolled
got stretched to y.a. and hit the hood swoll
‘member when you had a jheri curl, didn’t quite learn
on the block, wit’ cha glock, tripping off sherm
collect calls to the crib, saying how you’ve changed
oh, you a muslim now? no more dope game
heard you might be coming home, just got bail
wanna go to the mosque, don’t wanna chase tail
it seems i lost my little homie, he’s a changed man
hit the pen’ and now no sinning is the game plan
when i talk about money, all you see is the struggle
when i tell you i’m living large, you tell me it’s trouble
congratulations on the wedding, i hope your wife know
she got a player for life, and that’s no bullsh~tting
i know we grew apart, you probably don’t remember
i used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
and i can see us after school, we’d bomb
on the first motherf~cker with the wrong sh~t on
now the whole sh~t’s changed and we don’t even kick it
got a big money scheme and you ain’t even with it
knew in my heart you was the same motherf~cker that
go toe~da~toe, when it’s time da roll, you got a brother’s back
and i can’t even trip, ’cause i’m just laughing at cha
you trying hard to maintain, then go ahead
’cause i ain’t mad at cha

[chorus 1: danny boy steward & 2pac]
i ain’t mad at cha
i ain’t mad at cha
i ain’t mad at cha

[verse 2: 2pac]
we used to be like distant cousins, fighting, playing dozens
whole neighborhood buzzing, knowing that we wasn’t
used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
i’m getting blitzed and i reminisce on all the times we shared
besides bumping and grinding, wasn’t nothing on our mind
in time, we’d learned to live a life of crime
rewind us back to a time was much too young to know
i caught a felony, loving the way the guns blow
and even though we separated, you said that chu’d wait
don’t give n0body no coochie while i’ll be locked up~state
i kiss my mama goodbye and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
said i’ll return, but i gotta fight, the fate’s arrived
don’t shed a tear, ’cause, mama, i ain’t happy here
i blew trial, no more smiles for a couple years
they got me going mad, i’m knocking busters on they backs
in my cell, thinking, “h~ll, i know one day i’ll be back”
as soon as i touch down
i told my girl i’d be there, so prepare da get f~cked down
the homies wanna kick it, but i’m just laughing at cha
’cause you’s a down~ass b~tch, and i ain’t mad at cha

[chorus 2: danny boy steward & 2pac]
i ain’t mad at cha
i ain’t mad at cha
i ain’t mad at cha
a true down~ass b~tch, and i ain’t mad at cha

[verse 3: 2pac & (danny boy steward)]
well, guess who’s moving up? this n~gga’s balling now
b~tches be calling da get it, hookers keep falling down
he went from nothing da lots, ten carats to rock
went from a n0body n~gga to the big man on the block
he’s mr. local~celebrity, addicted to moving ki’s
most hated by enemies, escape in the luxury
see, first, you was our n~gga, but cha made it, so the choice is made
now we gotta slay you while you faded, in the younger days
so full of pain while the weapons blaze
getting so high off that bomb, hoping we make it to the better days
’cause crime pays, and in time, you’ll find a rhyme’ll blaze
you’ll feel the fire from the n~ggas in my younger days
so many changed on me, so many tried a plot
that i keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
’til god return me to my essence
’cause even as an adolescent, i refused to be a convalescent
so many questions and they ask me if i’m still down
i moved up out of the ghetto, so i ain’t real now?
they got so much to say, but i’m just laughing at cha
you n~ggas just don’t know (oh), but i ain’t mad at cha

[chorus 3: danny boy steward & 2pac]
i ain’t mad at cha
hah, i ain’t mad at cha
i ain’t mad at cha
h~ll nah, i ain’t mad at cha
i ain’t mad at cha
you know i ain’t mad at cha
i ain’t mad at cha
i ain’t mad at cha
(i ain’t mad at cha)
i ain’t mad at cha

12. only god can judge me 4:58

[intro: 2pac]
only god can judge me (that right?)
only god can judge me now
n0body else (n0body else)
all you other motherf~ckers get out my business (really)
only god can judge me now

[verse 1: 2pac]
perhaps i was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
i couldn’t trust my own homies, just a bunch of 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’m a blind man doing time
look to my future, ’cause my past is all behind me
is it a crime to fight for what is mine?
everybody’s dying, tell me what’s the use in trying
i’ve been trapped since birth, cautious, ’cause i’m cursed
and fantasies of my family in a he~rs~
and they say it’s the white man i should fear
but it’s my own kind doing all the k!lling 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 living for
everybody’s dropping, got me knocking on heaven’s door
and all my memories of seeing brothers bleed
and everybody grieves, but still n0body sees
recollect your thoughts, don’t get caught up in the mix
’cause the media is full of dirty tricks

[chorus: 2pac]
only god can judge me, only god
only god can judge me
only god can judge me, only god
only god can judge me now
only god can judge me, only god
only god can judge me
only god can judge me, only god
only god can judge me (flatline)

[verse 2: 2pac]
i hear the doctor standing over me, screaming i can make it
got a body full of bullet holes, laying here naked
still, i can’t breathe, something’s evil in my iv
’cause every time i breathe, i think they k!lling me
i’m having nightmares, homicidal fantasies
i wake up strangling, dangling 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 walking through the cemetery, talking 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 f~ck 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 running ’round strapped
mr. police, please try to see
that there’s a million motherf~ckers stressing just like me

[interlude: 2pac & rappin’ 4~tay]
that which does not k!ll me can only make me stronger
that’s for real
and ion’t see why everybody feel as though
that they gotta tell me how da live my life
ya know?
let me live, baby, let me live

[verse 3: rappin’ 4~tay]
pac, i feel ya, keep serving it on the realer
for instance, say a player~hating mark is out to k!ll ya
would chu be wrong for bucking a n~gga to the pavement?
he gon’ get me first, if i don’t get him, fool, start praying
ain’t no such thing as self~defense in the court of law
so judge us when we get to where we’re going, wearing a cross
that’s real, got him, lurked him, crept the f~ck up on him
sold a half~a~million tapes, now everybody want him
after talking behind my back, like a b~tch would
telling them n~ggas, “you can fade him”
punk, i wish you would
it be them same motherf~ckers in your face
that’ll rush up in your place to get your safe
knowing you on that paper chase
grass, glass, big screen, and leather couch
my new sh~t is so fetti, already sold a ki or ounce
b~tch, remember 2pac and 4~tay
them same two brothers dodging bullets, representing 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 dragging, selling lies
don’t think i don’t see you haters, i know y’all in disguise

[verse 4: 2pac]
guess you figure you know me, ’cause i’m a thug
that love da hit the late~night clubs, drink them buds
been living lavish like a player all day
now i’m ’bout da floss some boss player sh~t wit’ 4~tay

[outro: rappin’ 4~tay & 2pac]
only god, man
that right?
that’s real
hahahahahaha
f~ck everybody else, ya know what i’m saying?
man, look here, man
my only fear of death is coming back to this b~tch reincarnated, man
that’s for the homie mental
hehehehe
we up out

13. running (dying to live) 3:52

[intro: rob marriott & 2pac]
between you and biggie, it was like, who’s gon’, who’s gon’, who rules the n~gga kingdom and sh~t, basically, ya know what i’m saying? i was like, “this is like a f~cking—”
it is like that
election
it’s an election and sh~t
it is that
ya know what i am saying?
me and biggie’s situation is smaller than that
me and biggie’s situation is like—

[chorus: edgar winter & the notorious b.i.g.]
you know, i wonder if they’ll laugh when i’m dead
why am i fighting to live if i’m just living to fight? (you don’t know?)
why am i trying to see when there ain’t nothing in sight?
why am i trying to give when no one gives me a try?
why am i dying to live if i’m just living to die? (check it)

[verse 1: the notorious b.i.g.]
i grew up
a f~cking screw~up
got introduced to the game, got a ounce and f~cking blew up
chopping rocks overnight
the n~gga biggie smalls tryna turn into the black frank white
we had to grow dreads to change our description
two cops is on the milk box missing
show they toes, you know they got stepped on
a fistful of bullets, a chest full of teflon
run from the police, picture that
n~gga, i’m too fat, i f~ck around and catch a asthma attack
that’s why i bust back, it don’t faze me
when he drop, take his glock and i’m swayze
celebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
lay back, i got some money to make, motherf~cker

[chorus: edgar winter & 2pac]
you know, i wonder if they’ll laugh when i’m dead
why am i fighting to live if i’m just living to fight?
why am i trying to see when there ain’t nothing in sight?
why am i trying to give when no one gives me a try?
why am i dying to live if i’m just living to die? (it’s on me, but, still, i’m)

[verse 2: 2pac]
having memories of high speed when the cops crashed
as i laugh, pushing the gas while my glocks blast
we was young and we was dumb, but we had heart
in the dark, will we survive through the bad parts?
many dreams is what i had, and plenty wishes
no hesitation in extermination of these snitches
envious b~tches, they still continue to pursue me
a couple of movies, now the whole world’s tryna screw me
even the cops tried a sue me, so, what can i do?
but stay true, sipping 22’s of brew
and now media is tryna test me
got the press asking questions, tryna stress me
misery is all i see, that’s my mind state
my history with the police will shake the crime rate
my main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested, and flipped
he screamed, “thug life” and emptied the clip
got tired of running from the police

[chorus: edgar winter]
you know, i wonder if they’ll laugh when i’m dead
why am i fighting to live if i’m just living to fight?
why am i trying to see when there ain’t nothing in sight?
why am i trying to give when no one gives me a try?
why am i dying to live if i’m just living to die?

[outro: 2pac & the notorious b.i.g.]
they wanted a new regime
and my regime includes east coast, includes west coast
i was more shocked than anything
ya know what i’m saying?
but i wasn’t more shocked of him dying
i was more shocked of him
pac is a strong dude, yo
i know dude, ya know what i’m saying? real strong
so when they was like, “he got shot”
i was just more like, “again?” ya know what i’m saying?
he always getting shot, or shot at
he gon’ pull through this one, again
make a few records about it, and it’s going to be over
ya know what i’m saying?
but when he, when he died, i was just like:
“woah”, ya know what i’m saying? kinda took me by
i mean, even though we was going through our drama
i would never wish death on n0body
ya know what i’m saying?
because there ain’t no coming back from that

14. do for love 4:42

[intro: 2pac]
turn it up loud
hahaha, ahahaha, hey, man
you a lil’ sucker for love, pac
word up, hahahahaha (a sucker for love)
i should’ve

[verse 1: 2pac & (eric williams)]
seen you was trouble right from the start, taught me so many lessons
how not to mess wit’ broken hearts, so many questions
when this began, we was the perfect match, perhaps
we had some problems, but we working at it, and now
the arguments are getting loud, i wanna stay
but i can’t help from walking out, just throw it away
just take my hand and understand if you could see
i never planned to be your man, it just wasn’t me
but now i’m searching for commitment, in other arms
i wanna shelter you from harm, don’t be alarmed
your attitude was the cause, you got me stressing
soon as i opened up the door with your jealous questions
like, “where can i be? you’re k!lling me with your jealousy”
now my ambition’s to be free
i can’t breathe, ’cause soon as i leave, it’s like a trap
i hear you calling me to come back, i’m a sucker for love (what you won’t do)

[chorus 1: eric williams & 2pac]
do for love? (that’s right, sucker for love)
you tried everything, but cha don’t give up (sucker for love)
what you won’t do
do for love?
you tried everything, but cha don’t give up
just when i

[verse 2: 2pac & (eric williams)]
thought i broke away and i’m feeling happy, you tried a trap me
said you’re pregnant and guess who the daddy? don’t wanna fall for it
but in this case, what could i do? so now i’m back
to making promises to you, tryna keep it true
what if i’m wrong? a trick to keep me holding on
tryna be strong and in the process, keep it going
i’m ’bout to lose my composure, i’m getting close
to packing up and leaving notes, and getting ghost
tell me who knows a peaceful place where i can go
to clear my head, i’m feeling low, losing control
my heart is saying, “leave”, oh, what a tangled web we weave
when we conspire to conceive, and now
you getting calls at the house, guess you cheating
that’s all i need to hear, ’cause i’m leaving, i’m out the door
never no more you will see me, this is the end
’cause now i know you’ve been cheating, i’m a sucker for love (what you won’t do)

[chorus 2: eric williams & 2pac]
do for love? (sucker for love)
you tried everything, but cha don’t give up (don’t, sucker for love)
what you won’t do
do for love? (oh, yeah, sucker for love)
you tried everything, but cha don’t give up (oh, baby)
now he left ya wit’ scars

[verse 3: 2pac & (eric williams)]
tears on your pillow and you still stay
as you sit and pray, hoping the beatings’ll go away
it wasn’t always a hit~and~run relationship
it used to be love, happiness and companionship
remember when i treated you good
i moved you up to the hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood
me and you, a happy home, when it was on
i had a love to call my own
i should’ve seen you was trouble, but i was lost, trapped in your eyes
preoccupied wit’ getting tossed, no need to lie
you had a man and i knew it, you told me
don’t worry ’bout it, we can do it now, i’m under pressure
make a decision ’cause i’m waiting, when i’m alone
i’m on the phone having secret conversations, huh
i wanna take your misery
replace it wit’ happiness, but i need your faith in me, i’m a sucker for love (what you won’t do)

[chorus 3: eric williams & 2pac]
do for love? (what you won’t do for love, sucker for love)
you tried everything, but cha don’t give up (that ain’t right, i’m a sucker for love)
what you won’t do
do for love?
you tried everything, but cha don’t give up (no, what you won’t do)

[outro: eric williams & 2pac]
do for love? (sucker for love)
you tried everything, but cha don’t give up (sucker for love)
what you won’t do
do for love? (sucker for love)
you tried everything, but cha don’t give up (sucker for love)
what you won’t do? (do for love)
you tried everything, but cha don’t give up
what you won’t do? (do for love)
you tried everything, but cha don’t give up
do for love, yeah, baby, yeah
do for love

15. ghetto gospel 4:00

[intro: 2pac]
uh, hit ’em with a little ghetto gospel

[chorus: elton john & (2pac)]
those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)
i welcome with my hands
and the red sun sinks at last
into the hills of gold
and peace to this young warrior
without the sound of guns

[verse 1: 2pac]
if i could recollect before my hood days
i’d sit and reminisce, thinking of bliss and the good days (days)
i stop and stare at the younger
my heart goes to ’em, they tested wit’ stress that they under
and, nowadays, things change
everyone’s ashamed of the youth, ’cause the truth look strange
and for me, it’s reversed
we left ’em a world that’s cursed, and it hurts (hurts)
‘cause any day, they’ll push the b~tton
and all good men like malcolm x or bobby hutton died for nothing
don’t it make you get teary? the world looks dreary
when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
there’s no need for you to fear me
if you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
it ain’t about black or white, ’cause we human
i hope we see the light before it’s ruined
my ghetto gospel

[chorus: elton john & (2pac)]
those who wish to follow me (ghetto gospel)
i welcome with my hands
and the red sun sinks at last
into the hills of gold
and peace to this young warrior
without the sound of guns

[verse 2: 2pac]
tell me, do you see that old lady, ain’t it sad?
living out a bag, but she’s glad for the little things she has
and over there, there’s a lady
crack got her crazy, guess who’s giving birth to a baby?
i don’t trip or let it fade me
from out of the frying pan, we jump into another form of slavery
even now, i get discouraged
wonder, if they take it all back, will i still keep the courage?
i refuse to be a role model
i set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles (own bottles)
i make mistakes, but learn from every one
and when it’s said and done, i bet this brother be a better one
if i upset you, don’t stress
never forget that god isn’t finished with me yet
i feel his hand on my brain
when i write rhymes, i go blind and let the lord do his thing
but, am i less holy
’cause i choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies?
before we find world peace
we gotta find peace and end the war in the streets
my ghetto gospel

[chorus: elton john & (2pac)]
those who wish to follow me (yeah, ghetto gospel)
i welcome with my hands
and the red sun sinks at last
into the hills of gold
and peace to this young warrior
without the sound of guns

[outro: 2pac]
lord, can you hear me speak
to pay the price of being h~ll~bound?

16. me against the world 4:40

[chorus 1: 2pac]
it’s just me against the world
nothing to lose
it’s just me against the world, baby
i got nothing to lose
it’s just me against the world
stuck in the game
me against the world, baby

[verse 1: 2pac]
can you picture my prophecy? stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
the projects is full of bullets, though bodies is dropping, there ain’t no stopping me
constantly moving while making millions
witnessing k!llings, leaving dead bodies in abandoned buildings
can’t reach the children, ’cause they’re illing
addicted to k!lling and the appeal from the cap peeling
without feeling, but, will they last or be blasted?
hard~headed b~st~rd, maybe he’ll listen in his casket, the aftermath
more bodies being buried
i’m losing my homies in a hurry, they’re relocating to the cemetery
got me worried, stressing, my vision’s blurry
the question is will i live, no one in the world loves me
i’m headed for danger, don’t trust strangers
put one in the chamber whenever i’m feeling this anger
don’t wanna make excuses ’cause this is how it is, what’s the use?
unless we’re shooting, no one notices the youth
it’s just me against the world, baby

[chorus 2: puff johnson & 2pac]
me against the world
it’s just me against the world
it’s just me against the world
me against the world
’cause it’s just me against the world, baby (hey)
me against the world (ooh, yeah)
i got nothing to lose
it’s just me against the world, baby
i got nothing to lose

[verse 2: yaki kadafi]
could somebody help me? i’m out here all by myself, see
ladies in stores, baby capone’s, living wealthy
pictures of my birth on this earth is what i’m dreaming
seeing daddy’s s~m~n, full of crooked demons already crazy and screaming
i guess them nightmares as a child
had me scared, but left me prepared for a while
is there another route for a crooked outlaw?
veteran, a villain, a young thug, who one day shall fall

[verse 3: e.d.i. mean]
every day, there’s mo’ death, and, plus, i’m dough~less, i’m seeing more reasons for me to proceed with thieving
cheme on the scheming and leave they peeps grieving
’cause ain’t no bucks to stack up
my nuts is backed up, i’m about to act up
go load the mac up, now, watch me klacka
tried making fat cuts, but, yo, it ain’t working
and evil’s lurking, i can see him smirking when i gets to perving
so what? go put some work in and make my mail
making sales, risking 25 with a l, but oh well

[chorus 3: puff johnson & 2pac]
me against the world
wit’ nothing to lose (ooh, yeah)
it’s just me against the world
it’s just me against the world, baby
me against the world
i got nothing to lose
it’s just me against the world
it’s just me against the world, baby
wit’ nothing to lose
it’s just me against the world, baby
me against the world
me against the world
i got nothing to lose
it’s just me against the world, baby (hehe, with all this extra stressing)

[verse 4: 2pac]
the question i wonder is after death, after my last breath
when will i finally get to rest through this oppression?
they punish the people that’s asking questions
and those that possess steal from the ones without possessions
the message i stress: to make it stop, study your lessons
don’t settle for less, even the g~nius asks his questions
be grateful for blessings, don’t ever change, keep your essence
the power is in the people and politics we address
always do your best, don’t let this pressure make you panic
and when you get stranded and things don’t go the way you planned it
dreaming of riches, in a position of making a difference
politicians are hypocrites, they don’t wanna listen
if i’m insane, it’s the fame made a brother change
it wasn’t nothing like the game, it’s just me against the world

[chorus 4: puff johnson & 2pac]
me against the world
nothing to lose
it’s just me against the world, baby
me against the world
got me stuck in the game (ooh, yeah)
it’s just me against the world
nothing to lose
it’s just me against the world, baby
me against the world

[outro: 2pac]
hahaha, that’s right
i know it seem hard sometimes
but, uh, remember one thing
through every dark night, there’s a bright day after that
so no matter how hard it get
stick your chest out, keep your head up, and handle it

17. can’t c me 5:32

[intro: george clinton]
the blind stares of a million pairs of eyes
looking hard, but won’t realize
that they will never see the p
you must be going blind

[verse 1: 2pac]
give me my money in stacks and lace my b~tches wit’ dime figures
real n~ggas fingers on nickel~plated 9 triggers
must see my enemies defeated
i catch ’em while they coked up and weeded
open fire, now them n~ggas bleeding
see me in flesh and test and get your chest blown
straight out the west, don’t get blown
my adversaries cry like hoes, open and shut like doors
is you a friend or foe? n~gga, you ain’t know?
they got me stressed out on death row
i’ve seen money, but, baby, i’ve gots to get mo’
you screaming, “go 2pac” and i ain’t stopping ’til i’m well~paid
bail’s paid now, n~gga, look what h~ll made
visions of cops and sirens, n~ggas open fire
bunch of thug life n~ggas on the rise, until i die
ask me why i’m a boss player getting high
and when i’m rolling by, n~ggas can’t see me

[chorus 1: george clinton & 2pac]
the stares of a million pairs of eyes
and you’ll never realize
you can’t see me
been getting

[verse 2: 2pac]
word that these square motherf~ckers wit’ nerves
saying they can get with us, but picture me getting served
my own mama say i’m thugged out
my sh~t be popping out the record store as if it was a drug house
my lyrics bang like a crip or blood
n~gga, what? it ain’t nutting but a party when we thug
and there i was, a young n~gga with heart, ain’t had sh~t to lose
pulling my pistol on them fools
you know the rules
d~r~e, you got me heated, my words like a penitentiary d~ck
hitting b~tches where it’s most needed
money and weed, alizé and hennessy
to my thug n~ggas in lockdown: witness me
bail on these hoes in floss~mode
the life of a boss player, f~ck what cha thought though
my enemies deceased
die like a b~tch when my album hit the streets, n~ggas can’t see me

[chorus 2: 2pac & george clinton]
n~ggas can’t see me
they can’t see me
which way did he go, george?
which way did he go?
oh, which way did he go?
which way did he go?
you n~ggas made a mistake

[verse 3: 2pac]
you should’ve never put my rhymes wit’ dre
them thug n~ggas have arrived and it’s judgement day
hey, homie, if you feel me
tell them tricks that shot me that they missed, they ain’t k!ll me
i can make a motherf~cker shake, rattle, and roll
i’m full of liquor, thug n~gga, quick da jab at them hoes
and i can make you jealous n~ggas famous
f~ck around wit’ 2pac and see how good a n~gga’s aim is
i’m just a rich motherf~cker from the way
if this rapping bring me money, then i’m rapping ’til i’m paid
i’m getting green like i’m supposed to
n~gga, i holla at these hoes and see how many i can go through
look to the star and visualize my debut
n~ggas know me, player, i gotta stay true
don’t be a dumb motherf~cker ’cause it’s crazy after dark
where the true thug~n~ggas see your heart, n~ggas can’t see me

[interlude: flavor flav]
yo, check this out: stay off his d~ck

[outro: 2pac & george clinton]
n~ggas can’t see me
right before your eyes, i’ll disappear from here
you n~ggas can’t see me
you can’t see me
i know it’s hard, n~gga, i’m all up in your face
but you still can’t see me
you can’t see me
all up in your range, but n~ggas can’t see me
20/20 vision won’t visualize
i’m in the flesh, baby, but you can’t see me
all those glasses won’t help you realize
you blinded, you blinded, you can’t see me
you can’t see me
thug life, baby
don’t believe everything you read, alizé and weed
you can’t see me, right before your very eyes
you won’t even visualize, you can’t see me
dr. dre all day, 2pac
n~ggas can’t see me
i dedicate this to you punk motherf~ckers
this one’s for you, big baby
’cause you b~tch~ass n~ggas can’t see me
n~ggas can’t see me
you can’t see me
see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil
you won’t see me
yeah, first, you see me, now, you don’t
wanna see me, but you won’t
come da see me, but you can’t
oh, you can’t see me
you can’t see me
right between your eyes and you’ll never realize
right before your eyes, you won’t even realize
visualize what you can’t see

18. all about u 4:38

[intro: 2pac & dru down]
ah, yeah, hahaha (yeah)
it’s all about chu, one time (i’ma say it’s all about chu, baby, yeah)
haha, for the b~tches that think it’s all about chu (it’s all about chu, this dru down in the house)
wit’ my boy ‘pizznac, ya know what i’m saying?
it’s all about chu (yeah, i’m gon’ say it’s all about chu)
but cha know i’m lying though, hah
yeah

[verse 1: 2pac]
you prolly crooked as the last trick
wanna laugh at how i got my ass caught up with this bad b~tch?
thinking i had her, but she had me in the long run
it’s just my luck, i’m stuck with f~cking with the wrong one
wise decisions, based on lies we living
scandalous times, this game’s 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 staring like you want it
well, baby, if you got it, better flaunt it
let the liquor help you get up on it
i’m still tipsy from last night
bumping these walls as i pause, addicted to the fast life
i try da holla, but cha tell me you taken
saying you ain’t impressed with the money i’m making
guess it’s true what they telling me
fresh out of jail, life’s h~ll for a black celebrity
so that’s the reason why i call, and maybe you with it
fantasies of us sweating, can i hit it? (h~ll no)
addicted to the things you do
but still true what i’m saying, boo, ’cause this is all about chu

[chorus: nate dogg & (2pac)]
every other city we go
every other video (it’s all about chu)
no matter where i go
i see the same hoes (it’s all about chu)
every other city we go
every other video (it’s all about chu)
no matter where i go
i see the same hoes

[verse 2: 2pac]
i make a promise if you go with me
just let me know, i’ll have you hollering my name out before i leave
n0body loves me, i’m a thug n~gga
i only hung out with the criminals and drug dealers
i love n~ggas ’cause we coming from the same place
witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick the game takes
how can i tell her i’m a player and i don’t even care?
creep though, weed smoke’s in the air
everywhere i go, it’s all about the groupie hoes
waiting for n~ggas at the end of every show
i just seen you in my friend’s video
could never put a b~tch before my friends, so, here we go
follow the leader and peep the drama that i’m going through
it’s all about chu
yeah, n~gga, it’s all about chu

[verse 3: hussein fatal]
is you sick from the d~ck, or is it the flu?
it ain’t about chu or your b~tch~ass crew
every other city we go and every video
explain to a n~gga why i see the same sh~tty hoe?
you think it’s all about chu? well, boo
i gets down like dru, and my nasty new n~ggas, too

[verse 4: yaki kadafi]
you couldn’t hold me back, it’d take a fatter track
a lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff
when i started to snaps, all your rode ’em swoll
straight in control, flows’ll fold, while hoes cold stroll
hold the set, i told dramacy’ go in next
gold digging, cold digging a gold rolex

[verse 5: hussein fatal & (2pac)]
i slide in easily, try a grizzly
sl~ts know the cut, i came da f~ck, try skeezing me
running up in ya just like bruce jenner when i bend ya
at the most, i f~cked a b~tch from the west coast to west virginia (it’s all about chu)

[chorus: nate dogg & (2pac)]
every other city we go
every other video (it’s all about chu)
no matter where i go
i see the same hoes
every other city we go
every other video (it’s all about chu)
no matter where i go
i see the same hoes
every other city we go
every other video (it’s all about chu)
no matter where i go
i see the same hoes
every other city we go
every other video
no matter where i go
i see the same hoes

[outro: snoop dogg]
i’m telling ya, it’s the same old sh~t
i mean, godd~mn, ya know what i’m saying?
i’m sitting back, watching montell jordan video
i see the same b~tch who was in my homeboy nate dogg video
then i flip the channel, i’m checking out my homeboy 2pac video
i see the same b~tch that was in my video
ya know what i’m saying? and then, ya know what i’m saying?
what make that even more f~cked up
i’m watching a million man march
and i see the same b~tch on the million man march
that was in the homeboy warren g video
i mean, d~mn, everywhere i look, everywhere i go
i see the same hoe
don’t get mad, i’m only being real
yeah

19. so many tears 4:00

[intro: 2pac]
i shall not fear no man but god
though i walk through the valley of death
i shed so many tears
if i should die before i wake
please, god, walk with me
grab a n~gga and take me da heaven

[verse 1: 2pac]
back in elementary, i thrived on misery
left me alone, i grew up amongst a dying breed
inside my mind couldn’t find a place to rest
until i got that thug life tatted on my chest, tell me, can you feel me?
i’m not living in the past
you wanna last?
be the first
to blast
remember kato
no longer with us, he’s deceased
call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets, now he rest in peace
is there a heaven for a g?
remember me
so many homies in the cemetery, shed so many tears

[chorus: 2pac & 2pac & shock g]
ah
i suffered through the years
and shed so many tears
lord
i lost so many peers
and shed so many tears

[verse 2: 2pac]
now that i’m struggling in this business
by any means
label me greedy getting green
but seldom seen
and f~ck the world ’cause i’m cursed
i’m having visions of leaving here in a he~rs~, god, can you feel me?
take me away from all the pressure
and all the pain
show me some happiness again
i’m going blind
i spend my time in this cell
ain’t living well
i know my destiny is h~ll
where did i fail?
my life is in
denial
and when i die
baptized in eternal fire, i’ll shed so many tears

[refrain 1: 2pac & 2pac & shock g]
lord
i suffered through the years
and shed so many tears
lord
i lost so many peers
and shed so many tears

[verse 3: 2pac]
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 calculated step
to bring me closer to embrace an early death, now there’s nothing left
there was no mercy on the streets
i couldn’t rest
i’m barely standing, about da go da pieces, screaming peace
and though my soul was deleted
i couldn’t see it
i had my mind full of demons tryna break free
they planted seeds and they hatched
sparking the flame
inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game
no memories, just a misery
painting a picture of my enemies k!lling me in my sleep
will i survive ’til the morning
to see the sun?
please, lord, forgive me for my sins, ’cause here i come

[refrain 2: 2pac & 2pac & shock g]
lord (god)
i suffered through the years
and shed so many tears
god
i lost so many peers
and—

[verse 4: 2pac]
lord knows, i tried, been a witness to homicide
seen drive~by’s taking lives, little kids die
wonder why as i walk by
broken~hearted as i glance at the chalk line, getting high
this ain’t the life for me
i wanna change
but ain’t no future bright for me, i’m stuck in the game
i’m trapped inside a maze
see this tanqueray influenced me to getting 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 hearing noises, think she’s f~cking all my boys, can’t take no more
i’m falling to the floor
begging for the lord da let me in a heaven’s door, shed so many tears (god, please help me)

[outro: 2pac, shock g, & 2pac & shock g]
lord
i lost so many years (i suffered through the years)
and shed so many tears
i lost so many peers
and shed so many tears
lord
i suffered through the years
and shed so many tears
god
i lost so many peers
and shed so many tears

20. i get around 4:20

[intro: shock g & 2pac]
’round and ’round (aw, yeah)
’round and ’round, ’round we go (i get around)
’round and ’round
still clown with the underground, when we come around (step up, step~step up, step up)
’round and ’round, ’round we go (stronger than ever)
’round and ’round

[verse 1: 2pac]
back to get wrecked, all respect
to those who break their neck to keep their hoes in check
’cause, oh, they sweat a brother majorly
and i don’t know why your girl keeps paging me
she tell me that she needs me, cries when she leaves me
and every time she sees me, she squeeze me, lady, take it easy
hate to sound sleazy, but tease me
i don’t want it if it’s that easy
ayo, bust it, baby got a problem, saying, “bye~bye”
just another hazard of a fly guy
you ask “why?” don’t matter, my pockets got fatter
now, everybody’s looking for the latter
and ain’t no need in being greedy, if you wanna see me
dial the beeper number, baby, when you need me
and i’ll be there in a jiffy
don’t be picky, just be happy with this quickie
when will ya learn you can’t tie me down?
baby doll, check it out
i get around

[chorus 1: 2pac & shock g]
what cha mean you don’t know?
’round and ’round, around we go
i get around, the underground just don’t stop for hoes
’round and ’round
i get around, still down with the underground
’round and ’round, around we go
i get around, yeah, ayo, shock, let them hoes know
’round and ’round

[verse 2: shock g & (money b)]
now, you can tell from my everyday fits i ain’t rich
so cease and desist with them tricks (tricks)
i’m just another black man caught up in the mix (mix)
tryna make a dollar out of 15 cents (a dime and a nickel)
just ’cause i’m a freak don’t mean that we could hit the sheets
baby, i can see
that you don’t recognize me
i’m shock g, the one who put the satin on your panties
never knew a hooker that could share me
i get around

[verse 3: money b & (shock g)]
what’s up, love? how you doing? (all right)
well, i’ve been hanging, sanging, tryna do my thang, oh, you heard that i was banging
your homegirl you went da school with? that’s cool
but, did she tell ya about her sister and your cousin? thought i wasn’t (uh)
see, weekends were made for michelob
but it’s a monday, my day, so just let me hit it, yo
and don’t mistake my statement for a clown
we can keep in the down low, long as you know that i get around

[chorus 2: shock g, 2pac, & 2pac]
’round and ’round, around we go
2pacalypse now don’t stop for hoes, i get around
’round and ’round
’round and ’round, around we go
why i ain’t call you? hahahah, please
’round and ’round

[verse 4: 2pac]
fingertips on the hips as i dip
gotta get a tight grip, don’t slip, loose lips sink ships
it’s a trip, i love the way she l!cks her lips, see me jocking
put a little twist in her hips ’cause i’m watching
conversations on the phone ’til the break of dawn
now we’re all alone, why the lights on?
turn them off, time da set it off, get cha wet and soft
some’ is on your mind, let it off
you don’t know me, you just met me, you won’t let me
well, if i couldn’t have it (silly rabbit), why you sweating me?
it’s a lot of real g’s doing time
’cause a groupie bent the truth and told a lie
you picked the wrong guy, baby, if you’re too fly
you need a hit the door, search for a new guy
’cause i only got one night in town
break out or be clowned, baby doll, are you down?
i get around

[outro: shock g]
’round and ’round, around we go
’round and ’round, around we go, uh
’round and ’round, around we go
’round and ’round, around we go
’round and ’round, ’round we go
’round and ’round, ’round we go
’round and ’round, ’round we go, woah
’round and ’round we go
’round and ’round
’round and ’round
’round and ’round
’round and ’round

21. me and my girlfriend 5:10

[intro: virginya slim]
sh~t, you motherf~cking right
i’m the b~tch that’s keeping it live and keeping it hot
when you punk~ass n~ggas don’t
n~gga, westside?
what? bring it on

[refrain: 2pac]
look for me, lost in the whirlwind
’96 bonnie and clyde, me and my girlfriend
doing 85 when we ride
trapped in this world of sin
born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind (come on)

[verse 1: 2pac]
our childhood years recall the tears, heart laced with venom
smoking sherm, drinking malt liquor, father, forgive ’em
me and my girlfriend, hustling
fell in love with the struggle
hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out busting
f~ck ’em all, watch ’em fall screaming
automatic gunfire exorcising all demons
my mafioso messiah, my congregation high, “ready to die”
we bail out to take the jail back, n~ggas unite
our first date, couldn’t wait to see you naked
touch you in every secret place
i could hardly wait to bust freely
got you red~hot, you so happy to see me
make the front page, primetime, live on tv
n~gga, my girlfriend, baby 45, but she still live
one shot make a n~gga’s heartbeat stop

[interlude: virginya slim]
what? i’m busting on you punk~ass n~ggas
run, n~gga, run, i’m on yo’ ass, n~gga
run, n~gga
duck and hide
when i’m busting on all you b~tches
run, n~gga
yeah, westside
uh, uh, uh
die, n~gga, die

[verse 2: 2pac]
my girlfriend blacker than the darkest night
when n~ggas act b~tch~made, she got the heart to fight
n~gga, my girlfriend, though we separated at times
i knew deep inside, baby girl would always be mine
picked you up when you was 9
started out my life of crime with you
bought you some sh~lls when you turned 22
it’s true, nothing compares to the satisfaction
that i feel when we out mashing, me and my girlfriend

[chorus 1: 2pac]
all i need in this life of sin
is me and my girlfriend
down to ride to the bl~~dy end
just me and my girlfriend
all i need in this life of sin
is me and my girlfriend
down to ride to the bl~~dy end
just me and my girlfriend

[verse 3: 2pac]
i was too immature to understand your ways
inexperienced back in the days
caused so many arguments and strays
now i realize how to treat you, the secret to keep you
being faithful, ‘cause now cheating’s lethal
we’re closer than the hands of time
deeper than the drive of mankind
i trust you dearly, i shoot blind
in time, i clock figures, dropping n~ggas as we rise
we all soldiers in god’s eyes
now it’s time for war, never leave me, baby
i’m paranoid, sleeping with you loaded by my bedside, crazy
jealous when you hang with the fellas, i wait patiently alone
antic~p~ted for the moment you come home
i’m waiting by the phone, this is true love, i can feel it
i’ve had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realest
so if you ever need me, call, i’ll be there through it all
you’re the reason i can stand tall: me and my girlfriend

[verse 4: 2pac]
i love finger~f~cking you, all of a sudden, i’m hearing thunder
when you bust a nut, n~ggas be ducking or taking numbers
love to watch you at a block party, begging for drama
while unleashing on the old~timers, that’s on my mama
i would trade my life for yours, behind closed doors
the only girl that i adore, everything i’m asking for
talking to me, begging me to just take you around
seventeen, like brandy, you just “wanna be down”
talking loud when i tell you be quiet
you move the crowd, busting rounds, activating a riot
that’s why i love you, so, no control, down to roll, unleash
after a hit, you break apart, then back to one piece
much love to my one and only girlfriend, the world is ours
just hold me down, baby, witness the power
never leave a n~gga alone, i love you black or chrome
turn this house into a happy home: me and my girlfriend

[chorus 2: 2pac]
all i need in this life of sin
is me and my girlfriend
down to ride to the bl~~dy end
just me and my girlfriend
all i need in this life of sin
is me and my girlfriend
down to ride to the bl~~dy end
just me and my girlfriend
all i need in this life of sin
me and my girlfriend
down to ride to the bl~~dy end
me and my girlfriend

[outro: 2pac]
lost in the whirlwind
’96 bonnie and clyde, me and my girlfriend
doing 85 when we ride
trapped in this worldwind
born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind
look for me, lost in the whirlwind
’96 bonnie and clyde, me and my girlfriend
doing 85 when we ride
trapped in this world of sin
born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind
look for me, lost in the whirlwind
’96 bonnie and clyde, me and my girlfriend
doing 85 when we ride
trapped in this world of sin
born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind
look for me, lost in the whirlwind
’96 bonnie and clyde, me and my girlfriend
lost in the whirlwind
’96 bonnie and clyde, me and my girlfriend
me and my girlfriend

22. unconditional love 4:00

[intro: 2pac]
what y’all want?
unconditional love (no doubt)
talking about the stuff that don’t wear off, it don’t fade
it’ll last for all these crazy days, these crazy nights
whether you wrong or you right
a motherf~cker still love you, still feel you
still there for you, no matter what (hehe)
you will always be in my heart with unconditional love

[verse 1: 2pac]
come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings
all my peers doing years beyond drug dealing
how many caskets can we witness
before we see it’s hard to live this life without god?
so we must ask forgiveness
ask mama why i got this urge to die
witness the tears falling free from my eyes before she could reply
though we were born without a silver spoon
my broken~down tv~show cartoons in my living room (hey)
one day, i hope to make it, a player in this game
mama, don’t cry, long as we try, maybe things change
perhaps it’s just a fantasy
a life where we don’t need no welfare and share with our whole family
maybe it’s me that caused it, the fighting and the hurting
in my room crying because i didn’t wanna be a burden
watch mama open up her arms to hug me
and i ain’t worried ’bout a d~mn thing, with unconditional love

[chorus: 2pac]
in this game, the lesson’s in your eyes to see
though things change, the future’s still inside of me
we must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
so you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love
in this game, the lesson’s in your eyes to see
though things change, the future’s still inside of me
we must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
so you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love

[verse 2: 2pac]
just got the message, you’ve been calling all week
been out here hustling on these streets
ain’t had a chance to speak
but you know, with you and me, it’s all g
we could never be enemies
’cause you’ve been such a good friend to me
where would i be without my dawgs?
no wonder why when times get hard
’cause it ain’t easy being who we are
driven by my ambitions, desire higher positions
so i proceed to make g’s eternally
and my mission is to be more than just a rap musician
the elevation of today’s generation, if i could make ’em listen
prison ain’t what we need, no longer stuck in greed
time to plan, strategize, my family’s gotta eat
we work something out of nothing
no pleasure in the suffering
neighborhood would be good if they could cut out all the busting
the liquor and the weed, the cussing
sending love out to my block
the struggle never stops (unconditional love)

[verse 3: 2pac]
i’ll probably never understand your ways
with everyday, i swear i hear you tryna change your ways
while getting paid at the same time
just had a baby with the same eyes
something inside, please let me die, these are strange times
how come i never made it?
maybe it’s the way i played it in my heart
i know one day i gotta be a star
my hopes and all my wishes, so many vivid pictures
and all the currency i’ll never even get to see
this fast life soon shatters, ’cause after all the lights and screams nothing but my dreams matter
hoping for better days, maybe a peaceful night
baby, don’t cry, ’cause everything gon’ be alright
just lay your head on my shoulder
don’t worry ’bout a thing, baby girl, i’m a soldier (huh)
never treated me bad, no matter who i was
you still came with that unconditional love

23. to live and die in l.a. 4:34

[intro: 2pac]
i love l.a
no doubt
to live and die in l.a. (california)
no matter what you say about los angeles
it’s still the only place for me
it never rains in southern california
to live and die in l.a

[verse 1: 2pac & val young]
where every day we try da fatten our pockets
us n~ggas hustle for the cash, so it’s hard a knock it
everybody got they own thing, currency chasing
worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces
shed tears as we bury n~ggas close to heart
what was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
cold part about it, n~gga got smoked by a fiend
tryna floss on him, blind to a broken man’s dream
a hard lesson, court cases keep me guessing
plea bargain ain’t an option now, so i’m stressing
cost me more to be free than a life in the pen’
making money off of cuss words, writing again
learn how da think ahead, so i fight with my pen
late~night down sunset, liking the sin
what’s the worst they can do to a n~gga?
got me lost in h~ll, to live and die in l.a. on bail (my angels sing, to live and die in l.a.)

[chorus: val young & (2pac)]
it’s the place to be
and the angels go
you’ve got to be there to know it
where everybody wanna see, yeah (to live and die in l.a.)
to live and die in l.a
it’s the place to be
you’ve got to be there to know it
where everybody wanna see, yeah (it’s the city)

[verse 2: 2pac & (val young)]
of angels and constant danger
south central l.a. can’t get no stranger
full of drama like a soap opera
on the curb watching the ghetto~bird helicopters
i observe so many n~ggas getting three strikes, tossed in jail
i swear the pen’ right across from h~ll
i can’t cry, ‘cause it’s home now
i’m just a n~gga on his own now
living life thug style, so i can’t smile
writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures
thinking cali just fun and b~tches
better learn about the dress code, b’s and c’s
all them other n~ggas copycats, these is g’s
i love cali like i love women
‘cause every n~gga in l.a. got a little bit of thug in ’em
we might fight amongst each other
but i promise you this: we’ll burn this b~tch down, get us p~ssed
to live and die in l.a. (to live and die in l.a.)

[chorus: val young & (2pac)]
it’s the place to be (let my angels sing)
you’ve got to be there to know it
where everybody wanna see, yeah (and my angels go)
to live and die in l.a
it’s the place to be (to live and die in l.a.)
you’ve got to be there to know it
where everybody wanna see, yeah (it wouldn’t be l.a.)

[verse 3: 2pac & (val young)]
without mexicans
black love, brown pride in the sets again
pete wilson tryna see us all broke
i’m on some bullsh~t out for everything they owe
remember kday? weekends, crenshaw, mlk?
automatics rang free, n~ggas lost they way
gang signs being shown, n~gga, love yo’ hood
but recognize and it’s all good
where the weed at? n~ggas getting shermed out
snoop dogg in this motherf~cker permed out
m.o.b., big suge in the lo~lo, bounce and turn
dogg pound in the lex with a ounce to burn
got them watts n~ggas wit’ me, o.f.t.b
they got some hash, took the stash, left the rest for me
neckbone, tre, heron, buntry too
big rock got knocked, but this one’s for you
i hit the studio and drop a jewel, hoping it pay
getting high, watching time fly
to live and die in l.a. (to live and die in l.a.)

[outro: 2pac, 2pac, & val young]
this go out for 92.3, 106
all the radio stations that be bumping my sh~t
making my sh~t sells quadruple, quadruple platinum (to live and die in l.a., mmm)
this go out to all the magazines that support a n~gga
all the real motherf~ckers (to live and die in l.a., mmm)
all the stores, the mom and pop spots
a&r people, all y’all motherf~ckers (to live and die in l.a., mmm)
l.a
“california love”, part motherf~cking two
with our gay ass dre (to live and die in l.a., mmm)
to live and die in l.a., mmm
makaveli the don, death row is finest, you lose

24. how do u want it 4:48

[chorus 1: k~ci & jojo & 2pac]
how do ya want it?
how does it feel?
coming up as a n~gga in the cash game
living in the fast lane, i’m for real
how do ya want it, yeah?
how does it feel?
coming up as a n~gga in the cash game
living in the fast lane, i’m for real
i love the way

[verse 1: 2pac]
ya activate your hips and push your ass out
got a n~gga wanting it so bad, i’m about da pass out
wanna dig you, and i can’t even lie about it
baby, just alleviate your clothes, time da fly up out it
catch you at a club, oh, sh~t, you got me fiending
body talking sh~t to me, but i can’t comprehend the meaning
now, if you wanna roll with me, then here’s your chance
doing eighty on the freeway, police, catch me if you can
forgive me, i’m a ridah, still, i’m just a simple man
all i want is money, f~ck the fame, i’m a simple man
mr. international, player with the passport
just like aladdin, b~tch, get cha anything you ask for
it’s either him or me, the champagne, hennessy
a favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies
witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need
puff some more weed, funk, you don’t need
approaching hoochies with a passion, been a long day
but i’ve been driven by attraction in a strong way
your body is banging, baby, i love it when you flaunt it
time da give it da daddy, n~gga, now, tell me how ya want it (tell me how ya want it)

[chorus 2: k~ci & jojo]
how do ya want it? (yeah~yeah)
how does it feel? (ooh, yeah)
coming up as a n~gga in the cash game
living in the fast lane, i’m for real
how do ya want it? (yeah~yeah)
how do ya feel? (oh~oh)
coming up as a n~gga in the cash game
living in the fast lane, i’m for real (i’m living in the fast lane, i’m for real)

[verse 2: 2pac]
tell me, is it cool da f~ck?
did cha think i come da talk? am i a fool or what?
positions on the floor, it’s like erotic
ironic, ’cause i’m somewhat psychotic
i’m hitting switches on b~tches
like i’ve been fixed with hydraulics
up~and~down like a roller coaster
i’m up inside ya, i ain’t quitting ’til the show is over
’cause i’m a ridah, in~and~out just like a robbery
i’ll prolly be a freak and let cha get on top of me
get da rocking these, nights full of alizé (alizé)
a living legend you ain’t heard about
these n~ggas play these cali days
c. delores tucker, you’s a motherf~cker
instead of tryna help a n~gga, you destroy a brother
worse than the others, bill clinton, mister bob dole
you’re too old a understand the way the game’s told
you’re lame, so i gotta hit cha with the hot facts
once i’m released, i’m making millions, n~ggas, top that
they wanna censor me, they’d rather see me in a cell
living in h~ll, only a few of us’ll live da tell
now, everybody talking ’bout us, i could give a f~ck
like we the first ones to bomb and cuss
n~gga, tell me how ya want it

[chorus 2: k~ci & jojo]
how do ya want it? (tell me)
how does it feel?
coming up as a n~gga in the cash game
living in the fast lane, i’m for real (i’m living in the, i’m living in the—)
how do ya want it? (i wanna know how ya feel)
how do ya feel? (ooh)
coming up as a n~gga in the cash game
living in the fast lane, i’m for real

[verse 3: 2pac]
raised as a youth, tell the truth
i got the scoop on how da get a bulletproof
l!cking shots off from the roof
before i was a teenager, mobile phone, skypager
game rules, i’m living major
my adversaries is looking worried
they paranoid of getting buried
one of us gon’ see the cemetery
my only hope da survive if i wish to stay alive
getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die
i wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million
and then i’m chilling, fade ’em all
these taxes got me crossed up and people tryna sue me
media is in my business and they acting like they know me (haha)
but i’ma mash out and peel out
i’m with a clique that’s quick da whip that f~cking steel out
yeah, n~gga, it’s some new sh~t, so better get up on it
when ya see me, tell a n~gga how ya want it
how do ya want it?

[chorus 2: k~ci & jojo & 2pac]
how do ya want it?
how does it feel?
coming up as a n~gga in the cash game
living in the fast lane, i’m for real
how do ya want it?
how do ya feel?
coming up as a n~gga in the cash game
living in the fast lane, i’m for real
how do ya want it? (yeah, i know)
how do ya feel? (yeah, yeah, oh, yeah)
coming up as a n~gga in the cash game
living in the fast lane, i’m for real
how ya want it?
how do ya want it?
how do ya feel?
coming up as a n~gga in the cash game (me and my n~gga johnny j, yeah, we out)
living in the fast lane, i’m for real

[outro: k~ci & jojo]
how do ya want it?
how do ya feel?
coming up as a n~gga in the cash game (ooh, ya know i gotta love it, baby, baby)
living in the fast lane, i’m for real
how do ya want it? (woah, tell me)
how do ya feel? (oh, ah)
coming up as a n~gga in the cash game
living in the fast lane, i’m for real
how do ya want it? (ooh)
how do ya feel?
coming up as a n~gga in the cash game
living in the fast lane, i’m for real

25. against all odds 4:38

[intro: 2pac]
to my n~ggas that went out in line on duty
21~gun salute, one love, one thug, one nation (let’s get down, let’s do this)
21~gun salute (come on, yeah, let’s do this)
21~gun salute (come on, come on, let’s do this)
all the time, i be

[chorus 1: 2pac]
hoping my true motherf~ckers know
this be the realest sh~t i ever wrote (know, against all odds)
up in the studio, getting blow
to the truest sh~t i ever spoke (21~gun salute)

[verse 1: 2pac & 2pac]
dressed in fatigues, black jeans and boots
i disappeared (outlaw) in the crowd, all ya seen was troops
this lil’ n~gga named nas think he live like me
he’s talking ’bout he left the hospital, took five like me
you live in fantasies, n~gga, i reject your deposit
we shook dre punk ass, now he outta the closet
mobb deep wonder why a n~gga blowed ’em out
next time grown folks talking (shut the f~ck up), n~gga, close your mouth
peep me, i take this war sh~t deeply
done seen too many real players fall da let these b~tch n~ggas beat me
puffy, let’s be honest (you a sucker~ass n~gga), you a punk or you will see me wit’ gloves
remember that sh~t cha said a vibe about me being a thug?
and you can tell the people you roll wit’ whatever you want
but chu and i know what’s going on (don’t cha?)
payback, i knew ya b~tch n~ggas from way back
witnessed me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn’t play that
all ya old rappers tryna advance
it’s all over now, take it like a man (you trick~ass square)
n~ggas looking like larry holmes, flabby and sick (look at de la soul)
tryna player~hate on my sh~t, n~gga, eat a fat d~ck
let it be known, this is how ya made me
loving how i got chu n~ggas crazy (n~gga)
against all odds

[chorus 2: 2pac]
hoping my thug motherf~ckers know
this be the realest sh~t i ever wrote (n~gga)
against all odds, up in the studio, getting blow
to the truest sh~t i ever spoke
against all odds, hoping my true motherf~ckers know
this be the realest sh~t i ever wrote

[verse 2: 2pac]
i heard he was light~skinned, stocky, with a haitian accent
jewelry, fast cars (say his name) and he’s known for flashing (what’s his name?)
listen, while i take you back (n~gga, say his name) and lace this rap
a real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack
knew he was working for the feds (i knew it)
same crime, different trials, n~gga, picture what he said and did i mention?
promised to payback, jimmy henchman, in due time
i know ya b~tch n~ggas is listening, the world is mine (the world is mine, trick)
set me up, wet me up, n~ggas stuck me up (i’m back)
heard the guns bust, but cha tricks never shut me up (i’m back)
touch one of mine, on everything i own, i will destroy everything you touch
play the game, n~gga
all~out warfare, eye for eye
last words to a b~tch n~gga, “why ya lie?”
now ya gotta watch your back, now watch your front
here we come, gunshots to tut, now ya stuck
f~ck the rap game, n~gga, this m.o.b
so, believe me, we enemies, i go against all odds (trick~made n~ggas, ain’t no peace)

[chorus 3: 2pac]
i’m hoping my true motherf~ckers know
this be the realest sh~t i ever wrote
against all odds, up in the studio, getting blow
to the truest sh~t i ever spoke
i’m hoping my true motherf~ckers know
this be the realest sh~t i ever wrote (y’all know, against all odds)

[verse 3: 2pac]
puffy getting robbed like a b~tch, to hide that fact
he did some sh~t he shouldn’t have did (you know what?), so we riding for that
and that n~gga that was down for me, rest the dead
switched sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead
prolly be murdered for the sh~t that i said
i bring the real, be a legend, breathing or dead
lord, listen to me, god don’t like ugly, it was written
ayo, nas, your whole d~mn style is bitten (you sound like rakim, man)
you heard “my melody”, read about my life in the papers
all my run~ins with authorities (trick), felonious capers (punk)
now ya wanna live my life, so, what’s a “chazzer”, nas?
n~ggas that don’t rhyme right, you’ve seen too many movies
load ’em up against the wall, close his eyes
since you lie, die, goodbye
let the real live n~ggas hear the truth from me (hey)
what would cha do if you was me? (n~gga)
against all odds

[chorus 4: 2pac]
hoping my true motherf~ckers know
this be the realest sh~t i ever wrote
against all odds, up in the studio, getting blow
to the truest sh~t i ever spoke
against all odds, hoping my true motherf~ckers know
this be the realest sh~t i ever wrote
against all odds, up in the studio, getting blow
to the truest sh~t i ever spoke, against all odds

[outro: 2pac]
21~gun salute, one love to my true thug n~ggas (outlaw, outlaw, outlaw)
21~gun salute to my n~ggas that die in the line of duty
representing to the fullest, being soldiers wit’ military minds
that play the rules of the game, 21~gun salute
i salute chu, my n~ggas, stay strong
i ride for you, i rhyme for you, i roll for you, it’s all for you
to all ya b~tch~made n~ggas, i’m coming for you
against all odds, ion’t care who the f~ck you is
you touch me, i’m at chu
i know ya motherf~ckers didn’t think i forgot
h~ll nah, i ain’t forgot, n~gga
i just remember what cha told me
you said don’t go da war unless i got my money right
i got my money right, n~gga, now i want war

26. ratha be ya n~gga 4:14

[intro: richie rich & 2pac]
pac
hey
what’s happening?
not motherf~cking double~r, richie baby
what’s happening, baby? ya know how we do it
yeah, n~gga, you know i’m up out this b~tch
it’s time for me da, uh, regulate
fo’ sho’, hey
observe
and you ain’t going back?
nah, nah, nah, we got to show these motherf~ckers wassup though
this i’ for the honeys, the superstar
ion’t wanna be her man, i wanna be her n~gga
ya feel me?
well, let ’em know

[verse 1: 2pac]
you f~cking wit’ n~ggas that’s insecure
watered down, my sh~t is pure
write down my number, but don’t call me ’til ya sure
i ain’t begging, just tryna relocate between your legs
dripping wet, as we experiment in sweaty s~x
when ya met me, you wouldn’t let me, and now
you straight begging da s~x me, got cha undressing da test me and, uh—

[verse 2: richie rich]
shut me down if you want, and miss the chance to do it live
when i stroll by, i see that look in yo’ eye
you want a n~gga, but think that you can’t have a n~gga
don’t cheat yourself, instead, treat yourself
if you scared, go da church, i know it hurts
to find out me and your man be sharing skirts

[verse 3: 2pac]
i’m hoping you~on’t take this the wrong way
but cha body is banging, got me attracted in a strong way
after a long day of tryna make my songs pay
making love all day against the wall in the hallway
your fantasies come alive, your heart rate
shall increase when we meet up in this dark place
you might think you’re happy with him
but that’s a lie, so, give this thug a try
i’d rather be ya n~gga

[chorus 1: 2pac]
i’d rather be ya n~i~g~g~a (i’d rather be yo’ n~gga)
so we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
it don’t matter if ya lonely, baby, you need a thug in your life
these busters ain’t loving you right
i’d rather be ya n~i~g~g~a (i’d rather be yo’ n~gga)
so we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
it don’t matter if ya lonely, baby, you need a thug in your life (’cause)
these busters ain’t loving you right
look

[verse 4: 2pac & 2pac]
now, you was sprung from the introduction
my conversation’s full of game, yet, laced wit’ seductions
i see ya blushing like you want some’
come get a taste of amerikaz most wanted
and let’s get into some touching, erotic f~cking
my up~and~down wit’ no interruptions
have no intentions of busting until ya learn your lesson
now many questions are often asked, a drop~top, five~hunnid benz
and plenty cash, to help a n~gga get the ass

[verse 5: richie rich]
you can ride out wit’ sport coat, da get cha lobster and crab
’cause all i got is conversation and a gang of stab
and i’ma listen when it hurts, i’ma hang out, but never stay
smoke blunts, but leave them stunts up da super dave
i’ll be ya n~gga, as long as we can understand
that i’s the n~gga and sport coat can be the man
he wine and dine, but me and you, we whine and grind
and when i’m on the field, keep you on the sidelines

[chorus 2: 2pac]
i’d rather be ya n~i~g~g~a (i’d rather be yo’ n~gga)
so we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
it don’t matter if ya lonely, baby, you need a thug in your life
them busters ain’t loving you right
i’d rather be ya n~i~g~g~a (i’d rather be yo’ n~gga)
so we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
it don’t matter if ya lonely, baby, you need a thug in your life
them busters ain’t loving you right

[verse 6: 2pac]
now it’s time for the moment of truth, i got cha naked
totally sweating, let’s see how hot i can make it
tongue kissing ’til yo’ head sw~ng
i’m so into you, witness a n~gga make the bed bang
if it’s all mine, then let me know
now, scream my name out, do ya want it fast or shall i hit it slow?
not to mention, the multiple positions i inflict
a boss player, freaky motherf~cker, can i dig?

[verse 7: richie rich & 2pac]
it’s on and popping, now ya see what i was seeing
why your eyes rolling? loosen up, girl, i ain’t going
nowhere, let’s let that sucker stay out there
while he’s stressed out and knock, i stretch out the c~ck
hold the boots, and let a n~gga execute
and though ya got it right, i’m going home tonight
you say you don’t need a man, but i don’t care
you’re in the presence of a player, i’d rather be ya n~gga

[chorus 3: 2pac]
i’d rather be ya n~i~g~g~a (i’d rather be yo’ n~gga)
so we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
it don’t matter if ya lonely, baby, you need a thug in your life
these busters ain’t loving you right
so i’d rather be ya n~i~g~g~a (i’d rather be yo’ n~gga)
so we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
it don’t matter if ya lonely, baby, you need a thug in your life
these busters ain’t loving you right
i’d rather be ya n~i~g~g~a (i’d rather be yo’ n~gga)
so we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
it don’t matter if ya lonely, baby, you need a thug in your life
these busters ain’t loving you right
i’d rather be ya n~i~g~g~a (i’d rather be yo’ n~gga)
i’d rather be yo’ n~gga

27. brenda’s got a baby 3:54

[intro: dave hollister]
yeah
brenda’s got a baby
say it one more time, brenda
brenda’s got a baby

[verse: 2pac]
i hear brenda’s got a baby, but brenda’s barely got a brain
a d~mn shame, the girl can hardly spell her name
“that’s not our problem, that’s up to brenda’s family”
well, let me show you how it affects our whole community
now brenda really never knew her moms
and her dad was a junkie, putting death into his arms
it’s sad, ’cause i bet brenda doesn’t even know
just ’cause you’re in the ghetto doesn’t mean you can’t grow
but, oh, that’s a thought, my own revelation
do whatever it takes to resist the temptation
brenda got herself a boyfriend
her boyfriend was her cousin, now let’s watch the joy end
she tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
who really didn’t care to see, or give a d~mn if she
went out and had a church of kids
as long as when the check came, they got first dibs
now brenda’s belly’s getting bigger
but no one seems to notice any change in her figure
she’s twelve years old and she’s having a baby
in love with a molester, who’s s~xing her crazy
and yet and all, she thinks that he’ll be with her forever
and dreams of a world where the two of them are together
whatever, he left her and she had the baby solo
she had it on the bathroom floor and didn’t know, so
she didn’t know what to throw away and what to keep
she wrapped the baby up and threw him in a trash heap
i guess she thought she’d get away, wouldn’t hear the cries
she didn’t realize how much the little baby had her eyes
now the baby’s in the trash heap, bawling
mama can’t help her, but it hurts to hear her calling
brenda wants to run away
mama say, “you making me lose pay
there’s social workers here every day”
now brenda’s gotta make her own way
can’t go to her family, they won’t let her stay
no money, no babysitter, she couldn’t keep a job
she tried to sell crack, but end up getting robbed
so now, what’s next? it ain’t nothing left to sell
so she sees s~x as a way of leaving h~ll
it’s paying the rent, so she really can’t complain
prostitute found slain, and brenda’s her name
she’s got a baby

[outro: dave hollister]
baby (oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah)
don’t you know she’s got a
don’t you know she’s got a
don’t you know she’s got a baby? (she’s got a baby)
don’t you know she’s got a
don’t you know she’s got a
don’t you know she’s got a baby?
don’t you know she’s got a
don’t you know she’s got a
don’t you know she’s got a baby?
don’t you know she’s got a
don’t you know she’s got a
don’t you know she’s got a baby? (she’s got no food to eat)
don’t you know she’s got a
don’t you know she’s got a
don’t you know she’s got a baby? (yeah)
don’t you know she’s got a
don’t you know she’s got a
don’t you know she’s got a baby?

28. picture me rolling 5:16

[intro: 2pac]
yeah, clear enough for ya? (that right)
why n~ggas look mad?
y’all supposed to be happy i’m free
y’all n~ggas look like y’all wanted me da stay in jail
hoe busters

[verse 1: 2pac]
picture me rolling in my five~hunnid benz
i got no love for these n~ggas, there’s no need a be friends
they got me under surveillance, i swear somebody be telling
know there’s dope being sold, but i ain’t the one selling
don’t want to be another number
i gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from going under
the federales wanna see me dead, n~ggas put prices on my head
now i got two rottweilers by my bed, i feed ’em lead
now i’m released, how will i live?
will god forgive me for all the dirt a n~gga did, to feed kids?
one life da live, it’s so hard to be positive when n~ggas shooting at cha crib
mama, i’m still thugging, the world is a war zone
my homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong
full grown, finally a man, just scheming on ways
to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands
just picture me rolling
flossing a benz on rims that isn’t stolen
my dreams is censored, my hopes are gone
i’m like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone
my nerves is wrecked, heart beating
and my hands are swollen
thinking of the g’s i’ll be holding
picture me rolling

[refrain 1: danny boy steward & (2pac)]
picture me rolling (can ya see me now?)
picture me rolling (move to the side a lil’ bit so you can get a clear picture)
picture me, picture me rolling (can you see it?)
picture me rolling (picture me rolling, yeah, n~gga, ayo, but peep how a n~gga syke do it to you)
ooh~wee (guess who’s back?)

[verse 2: big syke]
i got keys coming from overseas
cost a n~gga two~hunnid g’s
i’m a street commando, nino for example
this lavish lifestyle is hard to handle
so i gotta floss ’cause i’m more like a boss player
thug, branded to be a women~layer
so many player haters, imitators steady sw~nging
make me wanna start back banging
so i’m caught up in the game, dress code changed
packing 40 glocks, contain ’em or rearrange
all that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies
while i’m sipping on rémy in front of black lexus, chevy’s on the roam
’96 big body, sitting on chrome
as we head up out the zone, stone~facing is on
you can admire, but don’t look too long
i’m living a dream wit’ triple~beams and my pockets bulging
it’s hard to imagine, picture me rolling

[refrain 2: danny boy steward]
picture me rolling
picture, picture me rolling
picture me rolling
picture me rolling
picture me

[verse 3: cpo]
i gots to get the f~ck up in it, formulate a caper
’cause a n~gga straight suffering from lack of having paper
my b~tch fin’ a have a b~st~rd, see?
so i needs to hit a l!ck, drastically
i see some balling~ass n~ggas, and they slipping in my spot
and, uh, digging the plots (so what?)
checking in the park, pac

[verse 4: 2pac]
we caught him sleeping
he didn’t peep you n~ggas creeping?
this how we do it every weekend
i dump for madness, it’s time da count the profit
cpo, you got the bomb spot
n~gga, time da clock it
i get the liquor, and you can get the females
this crooked sh~t that we inflicting, getting street sales

[verse 5: cpo]
move smooth as a motherf~cker, me and my .9
i’m cool as a motherf~cker, i’ma get mine
now we satisfied, got the pockets on swoll
boss hogg and this pac, n~gga, picture us rolling

[refrain 3: danny boy steward]
picture me rolling
picture me
picture me rolling
picture me rolling

[outro: 2pac]
is y’all ready for me?
picture me rolling roll call
ya know there’s some muh’f~ckers out there
i just could not forget about
i wanna make sure they can see me
number one on my list: clinton correctional facilities
all ya b~tch~ass co’s
can you n~ggas see me from there?
balling on y’all punk~ass
picture me rolling, baby
yeah, all them n~ggas up in them cell blocks
i told y’all n~ggas when i come home, it’s on
that’s right, n~gga, picture me rolling
oh, i forgot, the da
yeah, that b~tch had a lotta talk about in court
can the hoe see me from here?
can you see me, hoe? picture me rolling
and all ya punk police, can ya see me?
am i clear to you?
picture me rolling, n~gga, legit
free like o.j. all day, you can’t stop me
ya know i got my n~ggas up in this motherf~cker
manute, pain, syke, bogart, mopreme
it’s sad, dawg, can ya picture us rolling?
can ya see me, hoe?
is y’all ready for me? we up out this b~tch
any time y’all wanna see me again
rewind this track right here
close your eyes and picture me rolling

29. thugz mansion (7 remix) 4:08

[intro: 2pac]
sh~t, tired of getting shot at
tired of getting chased by the police and arrested
n~ggas need a spot where we can kick it
a spot where we belong, that’s just for us
n~ggas ain’t gotta get all dressed up and be hollywood
y’knahmean? where do n~ggas go when we die?
ain’t no heaven for a thug n~gga
that’s why we go da thug mansion
that’s the only place where thugs get in free
and you gotta be a g, at thug mansion

[verse 1: 2pac]
a place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
so much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times
i once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
but when i held that .9, all i could see was my mama’s eyes
no one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
not knowing it’s hard to carry on when no one loves you
picture me inside the misery of poverty
no man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived
praying hard for better days, promise to hold on
me and my dawgs ain’t have a choice but to roll on
we found a finally spot to kick it
where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick sh~t
a spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we g’s
we still visualize places that we can roll in peace
and in my mind’s eye, i see this place the players go and pass it
i got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug’s mansion

[chorus: anthony hamilton]
ain’t no place i’d rather be
chilling with homies and family
sky high, iced out, paradise in the sky
ain’t no place i’d rather be
only place that’s right for me
chromed~out, mansion in paradise, in the sky

[verse 2: 2pac]
will i survive all the fights and the darkness?
trouble sparks, they tell me: “home is where the heart is”
dear departed, i shed tattooed tears
and couldn’t sleep good for multiple years
witness peers catch gunshots, n0body cares
seen the politicians ban us, they’d rather see us locked in chains
please explain why they can’t stand us
is there a way for me da change?
or am i just a victim of things i did to maintain?
i need a place to rest my head
with the little bit of homeboys that remains
‘cause all the rest dead, is there a spot for us to grow?
if you find it, i’ll be right behind ya, show me and i’ll go
how can i be peaceful? i’m coming from the bottom
watch my daddy scream “peace” while the other man shot him
i need a house that’s full of love, when i need to escape
the deadly places slinging drugs, in thug’s mansion

[verse 3: 2pac]
dear mama, don’t cry, your baby boy’s doing good
tell the homies i’m in heaven and they ain’t got hoods
seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook
drinking peppermint schnapps, with jackie wilson and sam cooke
then some lady named billie holiday sang
sitting there kicking it with malcolm ’til the day came
little latasha sho’ grown
tell the lady in the liquor store that she’s forgiven, so, come home
maybe in time you’ll understand
only god can save us, when miles davis cutting lose with the band
just think of all the people that you knew in the past
that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
picture a place that they exist, together
there has to be a place better than this, in heaven
so right before i sleep, dear god, what i’m asking
remember this face, save me a place in thug’s mansion

[chorus: anthony hamilton & (2pac)]
ain’t no place i’d rather be
chilling with homies and family
sky high, iced out, paradise in the sky (in thugs mansion)
ain’t no place i’d rather be
only place that’s right for me
chromed~out, mansion in paradise, in the sky (thugs mansion)
ain’t no place i’d rather be
chilling with homies and family
sky high, iced out, paradise, in the sky (in thugs mansion)
ain’t no place i’d rather be
only place that’s right for me
chromed~out, mansion in paradise, in the sky

30. until the end of time 4:28

[verse 1: 2pac]
perhaps i was addicted to the dark side
somewhere inside my childhood, witnessed my heart die
and even though we both came from the same places
the money and the fame made us all change places
how could it be? through the misery that came da pass
the hard times make a true friend afraid to ask
for currency, but you could run to me when you need
and i’ll never leave, honestly
someone to believe in, as you can see
it’s a small thing to a true, what could i do?
real homies help you get through
and coming new, he’d do the same thing if he could
‘cause in the hood, true homies make you feel good
and half the times we be acting up, call the cops
bringing a cease to the peace that was on my block
it never stops, when my mama ask me will i change
i tell her, “yeah”, but it’s clear i’ll always be the same
until the end of time

[chorus: r.l.]
so take these broken wings
i need your hands to come and heal me once again
until the end of time
so i can fly away, until the end of time
until the end of time, until the end of time

[verse 2: 2pac]
please, lord, forgive me for my life of sin
my hard stare seem to scare all my sister’s kids
so ya know, i don’t hang around the house much
this all~night money~making got me outta touch
sh~t, ain’t flashed a smile in a long while
an unexpected birth worst of the ghetto trials
my attitude got me walking solo
ride out alone in my lo~lo
watching the whole world move in slow~mo, huh
for quiet times, disappear, listen to the ocean
smoking ports, think my thoughts, then it’s back to coasting
who can i trust in this cold world?
my phony homie had a baby by my old girl
but i ain’t tripping, i’m a player, i ain’t sweating him
i s~xed his sister, had him mumbling
like a mexican
his next of kin, no remorse, it was meant to happen
besides rapping, the only thing i did good was scr~pping
until the end of time

[chorus: r.l.]
so take these broken wings
i need your hands to come and heal me once again
until the end of time
so i can fly until the end of time
until the end of time, until the end of time

[verse 3: 2pac]
now, who’s to say if i was right or wrong
to live my life as an outlaw all along?
remain strong in this planet full of player haters
they conversate, but death row full of demonstrators
and in the end, drinking hennessy
made all my enemies envy me
so cold when i flow, eliminating easily
falls to they knees, they plead for they right to breathe
while begging me to keep the peace (haha)
when i conceive closer to achieve
in times of danger, don’t freeze, time da be a g
follow my lead, i’ll supply everything you need
an ounce of game and the training to make a g
remember me as an outcast outlaw
another album out, that’s what i’m about: more
getting raw ’til the day i see my casket
buried as a g while the whole world remembers me
until the end of time

[chorus: r.l.]
so take these broken wings
i need your hands to come and heal me once again
until the end of time
so i can fly until the end of time
until the end of time, until the end of time

31. smile 5:02

[intro: 2pac]
there’s gon’ be some stuff you gon’ see
that’s gon’ make it hard a smile in the future
but through whatever you see
through all the rain and the pain
you gotta keep your sense of humor
you gotta be able da smile through all this bullsh~t
remember that
mmm, yeah, keep ya head up, yeah

[verse 1: 2pac]
our lifestyles be close~captioned, addicted to fatal attractions
pictures of actions be played back, in the midst of mashing
no fairy tales for this young black male
some see me stranded in this land of h~ll, jail, and crack sales
hustlers hardly think of culture
or the repercussions, while busting on backstabbing vultures
selling my soul for material wishes, fast cars, and b~tches
wishing i live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures
why shed tears? save your sympathy
my childhood years were spent burying my peers in the cemetery
here’s a message to the newborns waiting to breathe
if you believe, then you can achieve, just look at me
against all odds, though life is hard, we carry on
living in the projects, broke wit’ no lights on
to all the seeds that follow me, protect your essence
born with less, but you still precious, just smile for me now

[chorus 1: johnny p & (2pac)]
smile for me, won’t chu smile? (smile for me now)
just smile, smile for me (smile)
what chu looking all sad for? (n~gga, you black, smile for me now)
smile for me (n~gga, you ain’t got nothing to be worried about)
won’t chu smile? no doubt, smile for me now
just smile (and the next generation)

[verse 2: scarface]
now, as i open up my story, with the blaze of your blunts
and you can picture thoughts slowly, up on phrases i wrote
and i can walk you through the days that i done
i often wish that i could save everyone, but i’m a dreamer
have you ever seen a n~gga who was strong in the game
overlooking his tomorrows, and they finally came?
look back on childhood memories, and i’m still feeling the pain
turning circles in my life, came to dealing cocaine
too many hassles in my local life, surviving the strain
and a man without a focus, life could drive him insane
stuck inside a ghetto fantasy, hoping it change
but when i focus on reality, we broke and in chains
had a dream of living wealthy and making it big
over football, chose to cook raw, wouldn’t take, but i did
and after all my mama’s thanking god for blessing the child
all my mama gots to do now is collect it and smile
smile

[chorus 2: johnny p]
smile for me, won’t chu smile?
just smile, smile for me
smile for me
won’t chu smile? just smile

[verse 3: 2pac]
f~ck the world, as we unloading, witness furious speeds
unanswered questions keep us all stressing, curious g’s
backstabbed and bleeding
crooked thoughts laced with weed, learning
ducking stray shots, bullets be hot, they burning
inhale the sherm smoke, visualize the flames
will i be smothered by my own pain?
strange whispers, cowards conversate, so quick to diss us
taking pictures for the feds, in desperate hopes they’d get us
hit us all, give us plenty centuries
forgive my sins, since i entered many penitentiaries
the best revenge is “f~ck friends”, we military~minded soldiers
busting shots blindly, tryna find jehovah
to help me, somebody save me, lost and crazy
scared a drop a seed, hoping i ain’t cursed my babies
maybe now n~ggas feel me now, picture my pain
embrace my words, make the world change
and, still, i smile, n~gga

[bridge: scarface]
and now a moment of silence, let us pray
and as you journey into outersp~ce
may the angels help to lead the way
may the prayers that our families made
shine upon your soul to keep you safe
and all the homies that done passed away
they there to greet you as you pass the gates
and as you headed to the tunnel’s light
i hope it leads to eternal life
we say these prayers for the homie pac

[chorus 3: johnny p]
smile, smile for me
all you need to do is smile
whoo, smile for me
come on, smile for me

32. bomb first (my second reply) 4:58

[intro: 2pac]
these n~ggas is still f~cking talking?
you n~ggas still breathing? f~cking roaches
a’ight, it’s the raid on c~ckroaches
punk motherf~ckers, this is it (makaveli the don)
k!lluminati style (all day, up in your ass, bomb first, outlaw ridahs)
solo sh~t, bring it

[verse 1: 2pac]
allow me to introduce first: makaveli the don
hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy qur’an
n~ggas get shook like 5~0
my .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival
money~making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
expose snakes ‘cause they breed freely
see me rise, located worldwide like the art of graffiti
i think i’m tougher than nitti, my attitude is sh~tty
born on a dope fiend’s titty, huh, in every city
you’ll find me, look for trouble right behind me
my outlaw n~ggas down a die for me, nah’mean?
i hit the scene, n~ggas ducking from my guillotine stare
i’m right there, my every word a f~cking nightmare
get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
this for my dawgs, down a die for y’all
extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in ’em
cut ’em down, to h~ll is where we send ’em
my whole team trained a explode, ride or die
murder motherf~ckers lyrically and i’m not gon’ cry
me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater
two big pits, i call them “my b~tch~n~gga eaters”
and not a whimper until i’m gone
thug life running through my veins so i’m strong
bye, bye, bye, let’s get high and ride
oh, how do we do these n~ggas, but i’m not gon’ cry
i’m a bad boy k!ller, jay~z die too
looking out for mobb deep, n~gga, when i find you
weak motherf~ckers don’t deserve to breathe
how many n~ggas down to die for me? yay~yay
west coast ridah, coming right behind ya
should have never f~cked with me
i want money, hoes, s~x, and weed
i won’t rest until my road dawg’s free, bomb first

[chorus 1: 2pac]
we bomb first when we ride
please reconsider ‘fore you die
we ain’t even come to hurt n0body tonight
but it’s my life or your life, and i’ma bomb first
we bomb first when we ride
please reconsider ‘fore you die
we ain’t even come to fight tonight
but it’s my life or your life, and i’ma bomb first

[verse 2: e.d.i. mean, 2pac & e.d.i. mean, & 2pac]
for so many days, in so many ways, we’ve been ducking strays
they delivers, but still we some bad boy k!llers
got nutting da lose, i gots nowhere to go
i only got one home, see me stranded on death row
with outlawz, it’s makaveli be the general
and i be a soldier on a mission, sent to do what you’ll never do
and that’s ride for the cause, yes, i’ll die for the cause
you best believe, if i’ma leave this b~tch, yo, i’m dying with yours
kamikaze, sicker than a muh’f~cking n~z~
got a little question for that n~gga that made “paparazzi”
if you ain’t in this rap game for the motherf~cking cash, mane
then, what is your motherf~cking purpose? none can serve us
e.d.i. mean, born worthless
that’s until the day, i decided to bomb first, b~tch (biatch)

[bridge: 2pac]
come on, bring it, down with it
(we ride)
come on, bring it
(bomb first when we ride)
hey, get that n~gga

[verse 3: young n0ble]
your style wack as ever, like you was rocking patent leather
causing massive terror, y’all n~ggas lack, you ain’t thorough
half rapper, half drug kingpin, you’re telling fairy tales, dunn
“king of new york” like you the motherf~cking one?
but i’m from jers’, we don’t play that sh~t
from the clair down to newark bricks, all my n~ggas flipping chips
getting rich, even though it’s hard
tryna creep through these halls and brawls without scarred by a revolve’
wit’ no warning signs, ’cause, yo, my man took five
now i’m the younging with the .9 ready to put in my time

[interlude: 2pac]
shoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding
don’t wanna hear no sh~t this evening, believe me

[chorus 2: 2pac]
we bomb first when we ride
please reconsider ‘fore you die
g’s and thug n~ggas on the rise
plan, plot, strategize, but bomb first
we bomb first when we ride
please reconsider ‘fore you die
g’s and thug n~ggas on the rise
plan, plot, strategize, and bomb first

33. staring through my rear view 5:14

[intro: 2pac]
staring at the world through my rearview
just looking back at the world
from another level, ya know what i mean? staring

[verse 1: 2pac]
multiple gunshots clear the block, the fun stops
snitches is calling cops, people shot, n0body stops
i wonder when the world stopped caring
last night, two kids shot while the whole block staring
i will never understand this society
first, they try da murder me, then they lie to me
product of a dying breed, all my homies trying weed
now the little babies crazed, raised off hennessy
tell me, will my enemies flee when they see me?
believe me, even thugs gotta learn a take it easy
listen, through intermissions, search your heart for a plan
and we turning bad boys to grown men, it’s on again
i give a holla to my n~ggas in the darkest corners
roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
one love from a thug n~gga
rolling with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers
to the end, my friend, i’m seeing nothing but my dreams coming true
while i’m staring at the world through my rearview
see, i’m seeing nothing but my dreams coming true
while i’m staring at the world through my rearview

[hook: 2pac]
they got me staring at the world through my rearview
go on, baby, scream da god, he can’t hear you
i can feel your heart beating fast ’cause it’s time da die
getting high, watching time fly
and all my motherf~ckers
staring at the world through my rearview
go on, baby, scream da god, he can’t hear you
i can feel your heart beating fast ’cause it’s time da die
getting high, watching time fly
and all my motherf~ckers

[verse 2: e.d.i. mean]
now you see him, now you don’t
some n~ggas be here for the moment, and then they gone
what happened to ’em?
well, let’s see, it seems to be a mystery
but all i know i never let the money get to me
stay down like the truest
thug life until i check out this b~tch, i thought ya knew this?
who is gonna catch me when i fall or even care to?
while you thinking i see you lost up in my rearview
hear you is down with them outlawz
outcast, left far, i’m through like southpaws
but, still, we keep mashing until our dreams come through
staring at the world through my rearview

[verse 3: 2pac]
now, i was raised as a young black male
in order to get paid, forced to make crack sales
caught a n~gga so they send me to these overpacked jails
in the cell, counting days in this living black h~ll
do you feel me? keys to ignition, use at your discretion
roll with a 12~gauge pump for protection
n~ggas hate me in the section, from years of chin~checking
turn a smith & wesson war weapons
heavenly father, i’m a soldier
i’m getting hotter ’cause the world’s getting colder
baby, let me hold ya: talk to my guns like they fly b~tches
all you busters best to run, look at my b~tches

[bridge: 2pac]
now i know the answers to the question, “do dreams come true?”
still staring at the world through my rearview
i said, now i know the answer, “do dreams come true?”
staring at the world through my rearview

[verse 4: yaki kadafi]
back in the days, we hustled for sneakers and beepers
‘9~6 for glocks
’cause fiends hitting up blocks wit’ street sweepers
bless myself when knowing rules to these streets
something i learned in school
on some million man march sh~t for the peace
true that, only one life da lead, a fast life of greed
criminally addicted, infested since a seed
we all die, breed, bleed like humans
towns run by young guns, outlawz and truants
sh~t’s deep, turn eighteen, burn my will when i go
burnt my body with my shotty, or choosing my dough
so while you reminiscing all nights out with the crew
smoke a blunt for me too, i’m staring through your rearview

[skit: 2pac]
hahahaha, you ain’t knowing what we mean by staring through the rearview
so, since you ain’t knowing what we mean, let me break it better understanding the world
the world is behind us
once a motherf~cker get an understanding on the game, and what the levels and the rules of the game is
then the world ain’t no trick no more, the world is a game to be played
so, now we looking at the world from, high watch, behind us
n~ggas know what we gotta do: just gotta put our mind to it and do it, it’s all about the papers, money rule the world
b~tches make the world go round
real n~ggas do what they wanna do, b~tch n~ggas do what they can

34. wonda why they call u b~tch 4:20

[chorus: 2pac]
you wonda why they call you b~tch
you wonda why they call you b~tch
you wonda why they call you b~tch
you wonda why they call you b~tch
you wonda why they call you b~tch
you wonda why they call you b~tch

[verse 1: 2pac]
look here, miss thang, hate to salt your game
but you’s a money~hungry woman, and you need to change
in the locker room, all the homies do is laugh
high fives ’cause another n~gga played your ass
it was said you were sleezy, even easy
sleeping around for what you need, see
it’s your thing, and you can shake it how you wanna
give it up free or make your money on the corner
but don’t be bad, play the game, get mad and change
then you wonder why these motherf~ckers call you names
still looking for a way out, and that’s okay
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 tryna hear me ’cause you’re stuck
you’re heading for the bathroom, ’bout to get tossed up
still looking for a rich man, you dug a ditch
got your legs up tryna get rich
i love you like a sister, but you need to switch
and that’s why they called you b~tch, i betcha

[chorus: 2pac]
you wonda why they call you b~tch
you wonda why they call you b~tch (i betcha)
you wonda why they call you b~tch
you wonda why they call you b~tch (i betcha, b~tch)
you wonda why they call you b~tch
you wonda why they call you b~tch (i betcha)
you wonda why they call you b~tch
you wonda why they call you b~tch

[verse 2: 2pac]
you leave your kids with your mama
’cause your heading for the club
in a skin~tight miniskirt, looking for some love
got them legs wide open while you’re sitting at the bar
talking to some n~gga ’bout his car
i guess he said he had a lexus, what’s next?
you heading to his car for some s~x?
i pass by, can’t hold back tears inside
‘cause lord knows, for years, i tried
and all the other people on my block hate your guts
then you wonder why they stare and call you sl~t
it’s like your mind don’t understand
you don’t have to k!ll your dreams plotting schemes on a man
keep your head up, legs closed, eyes open
either a n~gga wear a rubber or he die smoking
i’m hearing rumors, so you need to switch
and n~ggas wouldn’t call you b~tch, i betcha

[verse 3: 2pac]
i guess times getting hard, even harder for you
’cause, 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 another trick to meet
the way he did it it was smooth
plotting while he gaming you so, baby, peep the rules
i should’ve seen it in the first case, the worst case
i should’ve never called you back in the first place
i remember back in high school, baby, you was fast
straight s~x when you moved your ass
but now things change, ’cause 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 at peace
so, where your n~ggas at now? ’cause everybody left
they stepped, and left you on your own
see, i loved you like a sister, but you died too quick
and that’s why we called you b~tch, i betcha

[chorus: 2pac]
you wonda why we call you b~tch
you wonda why we call you b~tch (i betcha, b~tch)
you wonda why we call you b~tch
you wonda why we call you b~tch (i betcha, b~tch)
you wonda why we call you b~tch
you wonda why we call you b~tch (i betcha, b~tch)
you wonda why we call you b~tch
you wonda why we call you b~tch

[outro: 2pac]
dear ms. delores tucker, keep stressing me
f~cking with a motherf~cking mind
i figured you wanted to know
you know, why we call them hoes b~tches
and maybe this might help you understand
it ain’t personal, strictly business, baby, strictly business
so if you wonder why we call you b~tch
you wonder why we call you b~tch
if you wonder why we call you b~tch
you wonder why we call you b~tch

35. letter 2 my unborn 3:56

[intro: 2pac]
to my unborn child
to my unborn child
in case i don’t make it
just remember, daddy loves you
and everything i can do, i do it for you
don’t worry about what people say
you know daddy loves you

[verse 1: 2pac]
now, ever since my birth, i’ve been cursed, since i’m born to wile
in case i never get to holla at my unborn child
many things learned in prison, blessed and still living
tryna earn every penny that i’m getting
i’m reminiscing to the beginning of my mission
when i was conceived and came to be in this position
my mama was a panther loud, single parent, but she proud
when she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd
went to school, but i dropped out and left the house
’cause my mama say i’m good for nothing, so i’m out
since i only got one life to live, god, forgive me for my sins
let me make it and i’ll never steal again or deal again
my only friend is my misery
wanting revenge for the agony they did to me
see, my life ain’t promised, but it’s sure getting better
hope you understand my love letter, to my unborn child

[chorus: natasha walker]
i’m writing you a letter
this is to my unborn child
wanna let you know i love you
if you didn’t know i feel this way
’cause i think about you every day
i got so much to say

[verse 2: 2pac]
seems so complicated to escape fate
and you can never understand ’til we trade places
tell the world i plead guilty for being anxious
ain’t no way in h~ll that i could ever be a rapist
it’s hard to face this cold world on a good day
when will they let the little kids in the hood play?
i got shot five times, but i’m still breathing
living proof there’s a god if you need a reason
can i believe in my own fate?
will i raise my kids in the right or the wrong way?
dear mama, i’m a man now
i wanna make it on my own, not a handout
make way for a whirlwind prophesized
i wanna go in peace when i gotta die
on these cold streets, ain’t no love, no mercy and no friends
in case you never see my face again, to my unborn child

[verse 3: 2pac & 2pac]
dear lord, can you hear me?
tell me what to say to my unborn seed, in case i pass away
will my child get to feel love?
or are we all just cursed to be street thugs?
’cause being black hurts, and even worse if you speak first
living my life as an outlaw, what could be worse?
’cause maybe if i tried to change
who am i kidding? i’m a thug ’til i die, i’m a ridah, mane
touch bases, eat lunch in plush places
regular criminal oasis awaits us
if there’s a ghetto for true thugs, i’ll see you there
and i’m sorry for not being there
just know your daddy was a soldier: me against the world
bless the boys and all my little girls
to the lord: i’m eternal, resting in peace
please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

[outro: 2pac]
please take care of all my kids and my unborn child
to my unborn child
this letter goes out to my seeds
that i might not get to see ’cause of this lifestyle
just know your daddy loved you
got nothing but love for you
and all i wanted was for you to have a better life than i had
’cause i was out there on a 24~hour 365 grind
when you get to be my age, you’ll understand
just know i got love for you
and i’ll see you if there’s a ghetto in heaven
if there’s a ghetto heaven, i’ll be there waiting for you
hehe, take care, run wild, but be smart
follow the rules of the game
i know sometimes there’s confusion
rules of the game is gonna get you through it all day every day
watch out for these snakes and fakes
friends come a dime~a~dozen
be an individual, work hard
study, get your mind sharp, trust n0body

36. blasphemy 4:40

[intro: 2pac]
2pac, don’t start that blasphemy in here
makaveli, the new breed
and i remember what my pops told me
the new word, follow me
remember what my pops told me

[verse 1: 2pac]
my family tree consists of drug dealers, thugs, and k!llers
struggling, known a hustle, screaming, “f~ck their feelings”
i got advice from my father, all he told me was this:
“n~gga, get off your ass if you plan to be rich
there’s ten rules to the game, but i’ll share with you two
know n~ggas gon’ hate you for whatever you do
now, rule one: get your cash on, m.o.b
that’s money over b~tches, ’cause they breed envy
now, rule two is a hard one: watch for phonies
keep your enemies close, n~gga, watch your homies”
it seemed a little unimportant, when he told me, i smiled
picture jewels being handed to an innocent child
i never knew, in my lifetime, i’d live by these rules
initiated as an outlaw, studying rules
now, papa ain’t around, so i gotta recall
or come to grips with being written on my enemy’s walls
promise if i have a seed, i’ma guide him right
dear lord, don’t let me die tonight
i got words for my comrades, listen and learn
ain’t nothing free, give back what you earn
no doubt, getting higher than a motherf~cker, bless me, please
this thug life’ll be the death of me
come on, yeah

[bridge 1: 2pac]
and i remember what my papa told me
remember what my pops told me
blasphemy

[chorus 1: prince ital joe & (2pac)]
nuffa dem dat steal in the name of da lord
dem a tell nuff lie, but holding my bird in a cloud (remember what my pops told me)
using the name of the lord in vain
blas~blas~blasphemy, blasphemy (remember what my pops told me)
while de people in de ghetto feel nuff pain

[verse 2: 2pac]
we probably in h~ll already, our dumbasses not knowing
everybody kissing ass to go to heaven ain’t going
put my soul on it, i’m fighting devil n~ggas daily
plus, the media be crucifying brothers severely
tell me i ain’t god’s son, n~gga mama a virgin
we got evicted, had to leave the ‘burbs
back in the ghetto, doing wild sh~t
looking at the sun, don’t pay
criminal mind all the time, wait for judgment day
they say moses split the red sea
i split the blunt and rolled a fat one up, deadly
babylon beware, coming for the pharaoh’s kids
retaliation, making legends off the sh~t we did
still bullsh~tting n~ggas in jerusalem waiting for signs
god coming, she’s just taking her time (haha)
living by the nile, while the water flow
i’m contemplating plots, wondering where the thought’ll go
brothers getting shot, coming back resurrected
it’s just that raw sh~t, n~gga, check it (that raw sh~t)

[bridge 2: 2pac]
and i remember what my papa told me
remember what my papa told me
blasphemy

[chorus: prince ital joe & (2pac)]
nuffa dem dat steal in the name of da lord
dem a tell nuff lie, but holding my bird in a cloud (remember what my pops told me)
using the name of the lord in vain (remember what my pops told me)
while de people in de ghetto feel nuff pain (what?)

[verse 3: 2pac]
the preacher want me buried, why? ’cause i know he a liar
have you ever seen a crackhead? that’s eternal fire
why you got these kids’ minds thinking that they evil?
while the preacher being freaky, you say, “honor god’s people”
should we cry when the pope die? my request:
we should cry if they cried when we buried malcolm x
mama, tell me: am i wrong? is god just another cop
waiting to beat my ass if i don’t go pop?
memories of a past time, giving up cash to the leaders
knowing d~mn well they ain’t gonna feed us
in my brain, how can you explain time in b.c.?
it’s hard enough to live now in these times of greed
they say jesus is a conman
well, he should understand times in this crime land
my thug nation, do what you gotta do, but know you gotta change
try to find a way to make it out the game
i leave this and hope god can see my heart is pure
is heaven just another door? i leave this here
i leave this and hope god see my heart is pure
is heaven just another door? and my people say:

[chorus: prince ital joe & (2pac)]
“nuffa dem dat steal in the name of da lord
dem a tell nuff lie, but holding my bird in a cloud (remember what my pops told me)
using the name of the lord in vain (can’t i remember what my papa told me, blasphemy?)
while de people in de ghetto feel nuff pain”

37. if i die 2nite 4:02

[intro: mopreme shakur & dr. dre]
a coward dies a thousand deaths
a soldier dies, but once
tonight’s the night i get in some sh~t

[verse 1: 2pac]
they say p~ssy and paper is poetry, power and pistols
plotting on murdering motherf~ckers ‘fore they get you
picturing pitiful punk n~ggas copping pleas
puffing weed as i position myself to clock g’s
my enemies scatter in suicidal situations
never to witness the wicked sh~t that they was facing
pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
evading the player~hating tricks while hitting switches
b~tches is bad~mouth, ’cause brawling motherf~ckers is bold
but charge them hoes, the game should be sold
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 puffing weed with my peeps
i’m ducking the cops, i hit the weed as i’m clutching my glock
n~ggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight?

[chorus 1: 2pac & dr. dre]
if i die tonight
if i die tonight
f~ck it, if i die tonight
tonight’s the night i get in some sh~t

[verse 2: 2pac]
polish your pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump
when i get to popping, n~ggas is dropping, then they done
calling the coroner, come collect the f~cking corpse
he got hit by a k!ller, preoccupied with being boss
revenge is the method, whenever stepping, keep a weapon close
adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
jealous n~ggas and broke b~tches equal packed jails
hit the block and fill your pockets, making crack sales
picture perfection, pursuing paper with a passion
visions of prisons for all the p~ssies that i blasted
running with criminals individuals wit’ no remorse
try to stop me, my pistol posse’s using 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 seeing cemetery photos of my peers
conversating like they still here, if i die tonight

[chorus 2: 2pac & dr. dre]
if i die tonight
scare to die, n~gga, is ya, hah?
if i die tonight
never fear, never worry
if i die tonight
tonight’s the night i get in some sh~t

[verse 3: 2pac]
p~ssy and paper is poetry, power and pistols
plotting on murdering motherf~ckers ‘fore they get you
pray to the heaven’s, .357’s to the sky
and i hope i’m forgiven for thug~living when i die
i wonder if heaven got a ghetto for thug n~ggas
a stress free life and a spot for drug~dealers
p~ssing while practicing how to pimp and be a player
overdose of a d~ck while drinking liquor when i lay her
pistol~whipping these simps for being petrified and lame
disrespecting the game, praying for punishment and pain
going insane, never die, i live eternal, who shall i fear?
don’t shed a tear for me, n~gga, i ain’t happy here
i hope they bury me and send me to my rest
headlines reading “murdered to death”, my last breath
take a look, picture a crook on his last stand
motherf~ckers don’t understand, if i die tonight

[chorus 3: 2pac & dr. dre]
n~gga, if i die tonight
no fear, n~gga, never worry
if i die tonight
bury me a motherf~cking g, closed casket, f~ck it
if i die tonight
you know
tonight’s the night i get in some sh~t

[outro: 2pac & dr. dre]
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, murder, murder, murder
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, murder, murder, murder
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, murder, murder, murder
tonight’s the night i get in some sh~t
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, murder, murder, murder
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, murder, murder, murder

38. got my mind made up 5:14

[verse 1: daz dillinger]
you find a mc like me who’s strong
leaving motherf~ckers aborted wit’ no verbal support
and when i command the microphone
i get deadly as khan, though
with a bear and a snake and a panda, i’m all those
who can withstand the more power i gain?
that make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck yo’ brain
imagine and keep on wishing upon a star
finally realizing who the f~ck we are
when i penetrate, it’s been wit’~standing, 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
our 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 what i’ma ride
breaking in gas with a .68 all day
in~and~out with my pay, assume to count the bodies

[verse 2: 2pac]
so mandatory, my elevation, my lyrics like orientation
so you could be more familiar with the n~gga you facing
we must be patient, nothing better than communication
known to damage and highly flammable, like gas stations
sorry, i left that ass waiting, no more procrastination
give up to fate, and get that ass shaking
i’m busting and making motherf~ckers panic
don’t take your life for granted
put that ass in the dirt, you swear the b~tch 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 activating your souls
you know the way the games getting told
yo, two years ago, a friend of mine
told me alizé and cristal blows your mind
bear witness to the dopest f~cking rhyme i wrote
taking off my coat, clearing my throat

[chorus: method man]
i got my mind made up, come on (come on)
get in, get into it (get on it)
let it ride (get with it)
tonight’s the night
i got my mind made up, come on
get in, get into it (to it)
let it ride, tonight’s the night

[verse 3: kurupt]
well, i comes through wit’ two packs of the bomb prophylac’s
for protection, so my f~cking sack won’t collapse (uh)
’cause, nowadays, sh~t’s evading the x~rays
sending young motherf~ckers to an early grave
i wonder if my terrifying tactics of torturing mcs
shows my heart’s as cold as the tundra
electrifying like thunder, i’m just too much
rough and raw with that motherf~cking poisonous touch
i’m an mc with lyrics that’s the f~ckin’ bombay
you got ten steps before instant death like bai mei
my rhymes’ll leave a mark on your mind
as the deadly virus spread through your head like sand palm
there’s no escape, nah, i ain’t blasting
i use my mental to assassinate assassins for those asking
opposed to laughing, raw maniacal villain
laughter enhances the chances of the k!lling
why is that? ’cause smiling faces deceive
you best believe, to mcs, i’m the deadliest disease
my thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe
your whole camp’s under siege, and i’m jason voorhees (uh)
in the heat of the night is when i defeat and ignite mics
my verbal snipe your vocab on site
i’m out the cut, uncut and raw wit’ no clause for all
so all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall (yeah)
should already have an idea about the superior sphere
the greater rhyme creator on both sides of the equator (equation)
i rock from here to there, to philly and back
to l.a., 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

[verse 4: method man & redman]
f~ck you losers
while you fake jacks, i make maneuvers
like hitler sticking up ~~~~ wit’ german ~~~~
the mister meth~tical from staten isle
will be back after this message, don’t touch the dial (yeah)
rarely do you see an mc out for justice
got my gun powder and my musket, blaow
melons get swellings, i paint mental pictures like magellan
half of my clans repeat felons
n~ggas best protect they joints for nine~nickels
man, i stay on point like icicles
now, who wanna test tical, then tes~ticles
all up in your motherf~cking mouth
headbanger boogie, catch me on tour with al doogie
method man rolled too tight, you can’t pull me
better take one and pass or that’s that ass
your vital statistics are low and falling fast
johnny blaze out to get loot like johnny cash
play a game of russian roulette and have a blast (ayo)

[verse 5: redman]
lyrical gat spitting the criminal tactics
non~believers get my d~ck and genital backwards
let’s face it, there’s no replacement
taste this mad underground bas~m~nt sh~t i’m laced with
avalanche on your whole camp when i’m splifted
funk doctor, who? spock, b~tch, don’t get it twisted
i got connects like federal express
to get the fresh package of bless the dogs, can’t fetch
got the clear spot from the rear block
to bust ’til every n~gga here drop, men, i fear not
hold your nose and blow out ’til your ears pop
since your crew suit you to shift
now, you claim that your gears locked
whiff this underground cannabis
i’m dangerous like john the bomb ~n~lyst
flip mcs like ki’s
my degrees freeze consecutively, like epmd lps
l!ck off a shot and hit your fam by mistake
so i erase the whole front row at the wake
i planned my escape in case jake wanna snake
bust it, i’m the one pushing the he~rs~, in the first place
confidence for you shaky~ass folks
pump for rockafella for the day he got smoke
choke off this antidote, got you hope
get roast by my lyrical billy dee .45 colt (and i’m out for nine~nickel)

[outro: inspectah deck]
i~n~s the rebel
wist, bliss, this
sis’, bliss

39. pain 4:36

[intro: laurence luckinbill & god]
i couldn’t help but notice your pain
my pain?
it runs deep, share it with me

[verse 1: 2pac]
they’ll never take me alive, i’m getting high with my four~five
c~cked on these suckers, time to die
even as a youngster causing ruckus on the back of the bus
i was a fool all through high school, kicking up dust
but now i’m labeled as a troublemaker, who can you blame?
smoking weed helped me take away the pain
so i’m hopeless, rolling down the freeway swerving, don’t worry
i’m ’bout to crash up on the curb ’cause my vision’s blurry
maybe if they tried to understand me, what should i do?
i had to feed my f~cking family, what else could i do
but be a thug? out slanging with the homies
f~ck hanging with them phonies in the clubs
got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide
my city’s full of gang~bangers and drive~by’s
why do we die at an early age?
he was so young, but still a victim of the 12~gauge
my memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts
and i ain’t going back to court, so, f~ck what you thought
i’m drinking hennessy, running from my enemies
will i live to be 23? there’s so much pain

[verse 2: stretch]
years and years of that rough life
running crazed and wild as a kid and growing tough with a knife
and living trifed on the regular, bucking out competitors
see ’em fake a move and chase ’em down like the f~cking predator
get in trouble every day in school, act a fool
and you know i had to break every rule
showing off for the b~tches ’cause i had the mad rep
so i had to watch my back when it was time to step
but my grimies is the grimiest with love for me
pop, pop, pop, and send a sucker up above for me
ayo, currency kept passing me by, but i didn’t cry, broke
got hit off with the pack and started selling coke
and now the money’s looking lovely
pop the drop~top and now the b~tches wanna rub me
kick ’em the game, it’s all the same
i kick it back, yo, give ’em slack, yo
and now they label me the mack, yo, people check it
get disrespected if you front on the birdman, you heard, man
catch a couple shots from the glock in my hand
d~mn
at least i’m realistic with my biscuit
you know you get yo’ ass twisted, so, run for cover
me and my man got a plan, kicking major dust
so if you owe, n~gga, look for the gauge to bust
a lot of pressure with the street fame, it’s a deep game
and my mama always crying, yo, there’s so much pain

[verse 3: 2pac]
they got me mobbing like i’m loc’ed, and ready to get my slug on
i load my clip and slip my motherf~cking gloves on
i ain’t scared to blast on these suckers if they test me
trust, i got my glock c~cked, player, if they press me
bust on motherf~ckers with a passion
better duck, ’cause i ain’t looking when i’m b~blasting
i’m a nut and drinking hennessy
and getting high, on the lookout for my enemies
don’t wanna die, tell me why
’cause this stress is getting major
a buck 50 across the face with my razor
what can i do but be a thug until i’m dead and gone?
i keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong
these sorry b~st~rds wanna k!ll me in my sleep
i’m real, they cannot see
and every day is just a struggle steady thugging on the streets
and i’ll be balling, loc, don’t let ’em make you worry
keep swinging at these suckers ’til you buried
i was born to raise h~ll, a n~gga from the gutter
word to mother, i’m touched
out kicking dust up, ready to bust
i’m on the scene, steady mugging mean, until they k!ll me
i’ll be living this life, i know you feel me, there’s so much pain

40. better dayz 4:18

[intro: 2pac]
looking for these better days

[chorus 1: 2pac]
better days, hey
better days
got me thinking ’bout better days
better days, better days, better days
hey
better days
got me thinking ’bout better days

[verse 1: 2pac]
time to question our lifestyle, look how we live
smoking weed like it ain’t no thing, so even kids
wanna try now, then lie down and get ran through
n0body watches ’em, clocking the evil man do
faced with the demons, addicted to hearing victims screaming
guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed s~m~ns
’cause even our birthdays is cursed days
a born thug in the first place, the worst ways
i’d love to see the block in peace
wit’ no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beast
and only we can change
it’s up to us to clean up the streets, it ain’t the same, too many murders
too many funerals, and too many tears
just seen another brother buried, plus, i knew him for years
passed by his family, but, what could i say?
keep yo’ head up and try to keep the faith
and pray for better days

[chorus 2: 2pac]
better days, better days
hey, better days
got me thinking ’bout better days
better days, better days, better days
hey
better days
got me thinking ’bout better days

[verse 2: 2pac]
thinking back as an adolescent
who would’ve guessed that in my future years i’d be stressing?
some say the ghetto’s sick and corrupted
plus, my p.o. won’t let me hang with the brothers i grew up with
tryna keep my head up and stay strong
all my homies slanging yayo all day long
but they wrong, so i’m solo and so broke
saving up for some jordan’s, ’cause they dope
i got a girl and i love her, but she broke too
and so am i, i can’t take her to the place she wanna go to
so, we argue and play fight, all day and night
making passionate love ’til the daylight
plus, we about to get evicted, can’t pay the rent
guess it’s time to see who really is your friend
tell me you pregnant and i’m amazed
so many blessings while we stressing, looking for them better days (for better days)

[chorus 2: 2pac]
better days, better days
hey, better days
thinking ’bout better days
better days, better days, better days
hey
better days
got me thinking ’bout better days

[verse 3: 2pac]
now, me and you was real cool, h~ll on them square fools
since back in high school, we was true, me and you
hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded
affiliated with gang~bangers and still made it
up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him
still dressing like grown men when rolling
out in the dark, smoking newports, gaming marks
got a place in my heart, homie, stay smart
locked you up in the pen’, and gave you three to ten
i send you letters wit’ naked fl!cks of old friends
hoping you well, i know it’s h~ll
doing time in the cells, you need mail when you in jail
and, me, i’m doing cool
i settled down, had a family, working and night school
every once in a while, i reminisce
and i wonder how we ever came to this, i miss the better days

[chorus 2: 2pac]
better days, better days
hey, better days
thinking ’bout better days
better days, better days, better days
hey
better days
got me thinking ’bout better days

[outro: 2pac]
i send this one out to all the homeboys down in, uh
clinton lockdown, rikers island
all them dudes i was, uh, locked up with, hehe
e block, f block, lower h
n~i~c in rikers island, downstate
all the peoples i met along the way
better days is coming, homeboy, keep your head up

41. troublesome ’96 4:38

[intro: 2pac]
troublesome, n~gga
hahaha, troublesome 19~motherf~cking~’96 (westside)
let it be known, n~gga
boss of all bosses, makaveli

[verse 1: 2pac]
menacing methods, label me a lethal weapon
making n~ggas die witnessing breathless imperfections
can you picture my specific plan?
to be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned
scams are plotted over grams of rocks
outlaw motherf~ckers die by the random shots
we all die in the end, so revenge we swore
i was all about my ends, f~ck friends and foes
me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater
got me a dog and named her “my b~tch n~gga eater”
what could they do to me, and live to brag?
sh~t, them n~ggas that shot me is still terrified i’ll get they ass
how can i show you how i feel inside?
we outlawz, motherf~ckers can’t k!ll my pride
n~ggas talk a lot of sh~t, but that’s after i’m gone
’cause they fear me in the physical form
let it be known i’m troublesome

[hook: 2pac]
la, la, la, la, la, la (we troublesome, n~gga, outlawz, put it down to the fullest)
la (spitting rhymes and bullets, haha), la~la, la, la (we troublesome, y’all know what time it is)
bye~bye (call the punk police), bye~bye (they can’t stop us)
all you n~ggas die (n~ggas run the streets, we troublesome)

[verse 2: 2pac]
gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto
a guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels
death before dishonor, bet i bomb on ’em first
n~ggas knew we came for murder, pulling up in a he~rs~
westside was the war cry, busting off freely
screaming, “f~ck all y’all n~ggas” in swahili
pistol~packing, fresh out of jail, i ain’t going back
release me to the care of my heartless strap
say my name three times like candyman
bet i roll on yo’ ass, like an avalanche
a sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive~bys
murder my foes, can’t control my nine
hearing thoughts of my enemies pleading, “please”
buster~ass motherf~ckers tried to flee
picture me letting this chump survive
ran up on his ass, when i dumped, he died
’cause i’m troublesome

[hook: 2pac]
la, la, la, la, la, la (young, strapped, and i don’t give a f~ck, i’m hopeless)
la, la~la la, la (i live the thug life, losing my focus, baby, i’m troublesome, haha)
bye~bye (bad boy k!ller, there is no one realer), bye~bye (what you saw)
all you n~ggas die (was the rough, rugged, and raw: outlaw)

[verse 3: 2pac]
“murder, murder, my mind state”, sh~t ain’t changed
since my last rhyme, the crime rate ain’t decline
n~ggas busting shots like they lost they mind
like 25 to life never crossed they mind
tell me young n~gga never learned a thang
dead at thirteen ’cause he yearned to bang
sent a lot of flowers, but, how could i cry?
tried to warn the little n~gga, “either stop or die”
mercy is for the weak, when i speak, i scream
afraid to sleep, i’m having crazy dreams
vivid pictures of my enemies, family times
god, forgive me ’cause it’s wrong, but i plan to die
either take me in heaven and understand i was a g
did the best i could, raised in insanity
or send me to h~ll, ’cause i ain’t begging for my life
ain’t nothing worse than this cursed~ass hopeless life
i’m troublesome

[hook: 2pac]
la, la, la, la, la, la
la, la~la, la, la
bye~bye, bye~bye
all you n~ggas die

[outro: 2pac]
in your wildest dreams, you couldn’t picture a n~gga like me
hahahaha, i’m troublesome, i don’t give a f~ck
“i’m troublesome”
like my n~gga napoleon said, n~gga
somebody gotta explain why i ain’t got sh~t
haha, i’m troublesome
you know what time it is, the outlaw clique
young, rugged, and sick
makaveli the don, the boss of all bosses
mussolini, e.d.i. mean, hussein fatal
kadafi, kastro, napoleon, khomeini
haha, we ain’t f~cking around
haha, we troublesome
ayo, haha, we troublesome, i ain’t going
haha
young kastro, the first to blast, the last one to dash
going for the hoes and the cash
f~ck you n~ggas, outlawz, haha
kadafi, trump tight, never sloppy
them motherf~ckers try da copy
but they can’t mock you, n~gga, you’re too strong
outlawz keep it going on, you know wassup
outlawz, outlawz, all you n~ggas die
outlawz, outlawz
this is dedicated to the real n~ggas
all the real troublesome soldiers on the streets (bye~bye, bye~bye)
all you n~ggas die

42. temptations 5:02

[intro: 2pac & (erick sermon)]
yo, mo bee, mane, drop that sh~t (hey, ayy)
you know what time (hey, ayy)
boo~yow, i know it’s time for you
so, grab one by the hand, ya know what i’m saying? (hey, ayy)
and, uh, throw up that finger
ayy, yo, yo, throw y’all fingers up (hey, ayy)
thug style, baby, thug style, ya know?

[verse 1: 2pac & erick sermon]
tell me, baby, are you lonely? don’t wanna rush ya
i can help ya if you only let me touch ya
if i’m wrong, love, tell me ’cause i get caught up
in the life i live, it’s h~ll 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 walking and you looking good, yes indeed
got a body like a s~x fiend, you’re k!lling me
with your attitude to match, right? don’t be phony
’cause i hate it when you act like you don’t know me
i’ve been stressing in the spotlight, i want the fame
but the industry’s a lot like a cr~p game
ain’t no time for commitment, i gotta go
can’t be with you every minute, miss, another show
and even though i’m known for my one night stand (look here)
i wanna be an honest man, but temptations go (hey, ayy)

[pre~chorus: 2pac & (erick sermon)]
throw up the finger (hey, ayy)
and all my homies go (hey, ayy)
give ’em the finger (hey, ayy)
it’s just the thug in me
you know what, baby, it’s like:

[chorus: easy mo bee]
“i know you’ve been searching for someone
to make you happy and get the job done
you say you needed a man with money
but i can’t be there, and, will you still care?”

[verse 2: 2pac & erick sermon]
will i cheat or will i be committed? heaven knows
getting weak and i wanna hit it, so, here i go
in my ride and i’m all in, getting high
i can hear the people calling i’m passing by
everybody knows i’m balling and to god
gotta keep myself from falling, but it’s hard
all the cuties know i’m under pressure, what do i do?
getting 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 to your waterfall up in heaven
and don’t worry, i let myself in, all i heard was, “hey, ayy”

[pre~chorus: 2pac & (erick sermon)]
“throw up the finger (hey, ayy)
and all my homies go (hey, ayy)
give ’em the finger (hey, ayy)
it’s just the thug in me
you know what, baby, it’s like:'”

[chorus: easy mo bee]
“i know you’ve been searching for someone
to make you happy and get the job done
you say you needed a man with money
but i can’t be there, and, will you still care?”

[verse 3: 2pac]
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 blowing up the telephone, reminiscing
i wanna take you to the movies and the park
a quiet 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 loving you right
you’re lonely and depressed, you need a thug in your life
enough talking, you want me to leave, i’ll get to walking
see you later, ’cause, baby, i’m a player, and all i heard was—:

[outro: 2pac]
give ’em the finger, and all my homies go
yo, this how we gonna do this in the nine~trey, ya know?
throw your fingers up
you know? they gonna peep this
this how we run game on you
all my n~ggas go, uptown in the, give ’em the finger
throw your hands up, give ’em the finger

43. never had a friend like me 4:28

[intro: 2pac]
never
hahahahahaha
you ain’t never had a friend like me
believe that
’cause you ain’t never had a friend like me

[verse 1: 2pac]
see, at night, i watch the sky, i take another breath
i smoke my newport to the b~tt like it’s the last motherf~cker left
just me and you evading enemies
let you get my last shot of hennessy, ain’t never had a friend like me
remember memories so vividly
was once a little dust kicker, now becomes a g
who can i call when they all fail?
collect calls to my dawgs from the county jail, sending me mail
heard the block’s in the same shape
ain’t nothing changed, n~ggas slanging at the same place
the same faces suppose to always hate our foes
this lifestyle lives forever, watch the game unfold
shedding crocodile tears, just got life plus
and you wonder if these white judges like us
just stay strong, we’ll appeal, n~gga, you’ll be free
down with you ’til the very end ’cause you ain’t never had a friend like me

[chorus 1: 2pac]
i’m down for you, so ride with me
my enemies your enemies
’cause you ain’t ever had a friend like me
n0body knows where we’ll be
my enemies your enemies
’cause you ain’t never had a friend like me
i’m down for you, so ride with me
my enemies your enemies
’cause you ain’t ever had a friend like me
n0body knows where we’ll be
my enemies your enemies
’cause you ain’t never had a friend like me

[verse 2: 2pac]
how can i be blamed? forgive me, lord, i’m insane
in search of fame, won’t hurt to change
following the footsteps of past dealers
equipped with ski masks, no witnesses, we blast squealers
and now they feel us in this act of war, more casualties, no survivors
any man that defy us, quickly dies ’cause we riders
in my quest for chips
we wear vests, equipped with automatic fire we reply when my enemies trip
me and you against the nation, whispering while we conversating
’cause n~ggas died over information
how much more can we take? expect us all to wait
the world ain’t ready for us yet, so let’s make clinton pay
they never wanted us to make it
everything that we possess, we had to fight and take it
i think the president is smoking weed, bumping this beat
making a living out of my misery ’til he got a friend like me

[verse 3: 2pac]
promise to visit, i know it’s rough in your cell
receiving mail to the county jail, this is h~ll
when i was younger, i could picture living in luxury
so, how the f~ck did i end up in prison?
f~cking snitches, they got me crossed by my own side
i found him by his self, no drama, he alone died, n0body cried
should have never testified
you got my n~gga 25, so now i sacrifice your life
help to separate me and my dawg
broken ties, why the f~ck should i let you live when i’m dead inside?
rapid fire my delivery
i’m busting at your whole crew, n~gga, remember me?
hit up my outlawz set, then throw my pistol in the ocean
ditch my ski mask and get to straight coasting
it’s visiting day at san quentin, always there to see
your closest road, dawg, ’cause you ain’t ever had a friend like me

[chorus 2: 2pac]
i’m down for you, so ride with me
my enemies your enemies
’cause you ain’t ever had a friend like me
n0body knows where we’ll be
my enemies your enemies
’cause you ain’t never had a friend like me
i’m down for you, so ride with me
my enemies your enemies
’cause you ain’t ever had a friend like me
n0body knows where we’ll be
my enemies your enemies
’cause you ain’t never had a friend like me
i’m down for you, so ride with me
my enemies your enemies
’cause you ain’t ever had a friend like me
n0body knows where we’ll be
my enemies your enemies
’cause you ain’t never had a friend like me
i’m down for you, so ride with me
my enemies your enemies
’cause you ain’t ever had a friend like me
n0body knows where we’ll be
my enemies your enemies
’cause you ain’t never had a friend like me
come after us, best be complete
my enemies your enemies
’cause you ain’t ever had a friend like me
n0body knows where we’ll be
my enemies your enemies
’cause you ain’t never had a friend like me
come after us, best be complete
my enemies your enemies
’cause you ain’t ever had a friend like me
n0body knows where we’ll be
my enemies your enemies
’cause you ain’t never had a friend like me

[outro: 2pac]
right
you ain’t ever had a friend like me
’cause you ain’t ever had a friend like me
you ain’t ever had a friend like me
’cause you ain’t ever had a friend like me

44. heartz of men 4:44

[intro: 2pac]
hey, suge, what i tell ya, n~gga?
when i come out of jail, what i was gonna do?
i was gonna start digging into these n~ggas’ chest, right?
heh, watch this
hey, quik, let me see them binoculars, n~gga, the binoculars
hahahahaha
yeah, n~gga, time da ride
grab your bulletproof vest, n~gga
’cause it’s gonna be a long one
now, me and quik finna show you n~ggas
what it’s like on this side, the real side
now, on this ride, there’s gonna be some real motherf~ckers
and there’s gonna be some p~ssies
now, the real n~ggas gonna be the ones with money and b~tches
the p~ssies gonna be the n~ggas on the floor bleeding
now, everybody keep your eyes on the prize
’cause the ride get tricky
see, you got some n~ggas on your side
that say they’re your friends, but, in real life, they your enemies
and then you got some motherf~ckers 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 n~ggas will be snitches
it’s a dirty game, y’all
y’all gotta be careful about who you f~ck with
and who you don’t f~ck with, ’cause the sh~t get wild, y’all
keep your mind on your riches, baby
keep your mind on your riches

[verse 1: 2pac]
9~1~1, it’s an emergency, cowards tried a murder me
from hood to the ‘burbs, every one of you n~ggas heard of me
sh~t, i’m legendary, n~ggas scaried and paralyzed
nothing more i despise than a liar, cowards die
my mama told me when i was a seed
just a vicious motherf~cker, why these devils left me free?
i proceed to make ’em shiver when i deliver
criminal lyrics from a worldwide mob figure
thug n~ggas from everywhere: “mr. makaveli
n~ggas is waiting for some thug sh~t”, that’s what they tell me
so many rumors, but i’m infinite, immortal outlaw
switching up on you ordinary b~tches like a southpaw: you get left
and every breath i breathe until the moment i’m deceased
will be another moment balling as a g
i rip the crowd, then i start again, eternally, i live in sin
until the moment that they let me breathe again
the hearts of men

[chorus 1: richard pryor & (2pac)]
“no heart for the fighting
i was in every gang, they had about five, i was in all of ’em
whichever one was winning, ‘that’s my side'” (the hearts of men)
“’cause i wasn’t fighting sh~t
n~gga made me unball my fists once, show you how scared i was
i had my fists up, ready, he said, ‘motherf~cker, put your hands down'”

[verse 2: 2pac]
my lyrical verge wit’ so much pain, to some n~ggas, it hurts
my guns bust, if you ain’t one of us, it gets worse
b~tch n~ggas get their eyes swoll
in fly mode, i’m a homicidal outlaw
and five~o, get your lights on, the fight’s on
tonight’s gonna be a f~cking fight, so we might roll
my own homies say i’m heartless
but i’m a g in this until the day i’m gone, that’s regardless
ride by, n~ggas bow down, thought i’d rot in jail
paid bail, well, a n~gga’s out now
throw up your hands if you thugged out
first n~gga act up, first n~gga getting drugged out
i can be a villain if you let me
a motherf~cker if you 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 motherf~cking friends
n~gga, look inside the hearts of men

[chorus 2: 2pac]
in the hearts of men

[verse 3: 2pac]
to all my n~ggas engaged in making money in the fifty states
keep your mind on your chips and f~ck a punk b~tch
no longer living in fear, my pistol close in hand
convinced that this is my year like i’m the chosen man
give me my money and label me as a don
if n~ggas is having problems, open fire and bomb, i died and came back
i hustle with these lyrics as if it’s a game of crack
thugging is in my spirit, i’m lost and not knowing
scarred up, but still flowing, energized and still going
uh, can it be fate? that makes a sick motherf~cker break
on these jealous~ass cowards ’cause they evil and fake? what will it take?
give me that bass line, i’m feeling bomb
death row, baby, don’t be alarmed
the homie quik gave a n~gga a beat and let me start again
represent, ’cause i’ve been sent, the hearts of men

45. no more pain 6:16

[intro: 2pac]
hey, devante
n~gga, don’t cha know we’re gonna sow up every b~tch in the country?
me and you, up in the same motherf~cking room, on the same level
this sh~t here (hardcore to the brain), hahahaha
please, no more pain (hardcore to the brain)
that’s right, n~gga
hey, drop that sh~t, boy

[verse 1: 2pac]
my adversaries cry like hoes, fully eradicate my foes
my lyrics explode on contact, gaming you hoes
who else but mama’s only son? f~ck the phony n~ggas, i’m the one
say my name, watch b~tches come
now, fire when ready, stay watching our figure
increase speed, make you motherf~ckers bleed from your mouth quicker
plus all these n~ggas that you run with be on some dumb sh~t
tricking on hoes, i ain’t the one, b~tch
holla my name and witness game official, it’s so sick
have every single b~tch that came wit’ chu on my d~ck
plus, this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased
i’m moving you stupid b~tches, this is telekinesis
am i reaching your brain? n~gga, how can i explain?
how vicious this thug motherf~cker came
when i die, i wanna be a living legend, say my name
affiliated with this motherf~cking game, wit’ no more pain

[chorus: 2pac]
i came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)
i came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)
i came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)
i came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

[verse 2: 2pac]
line up my adversaries, blast on sight
and f~ck your boyfriend, b~tch, i want some ass tonight
you know my steelo
alizé and cristal, weed
sure you heard of all the freaky sh~t they say about me, huh?
plus, all you busters is jealous
pull your gun out and blast
i dare you n~ggas to open fire
i’ll murder that ass
and disappear before the cops come running
my glock’s spitting rounds, n~ggas falling down, clutching they stomach
it’s westside, death row, thug n~ggas on the rise
busters shot me five times, real n~ggas don’t die
can ya hear me? laced with this game, i know you feel me
spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me
my only fear of death is reincarnation
heart of a soldier with a brain to teach your whole nation and feeling no more pain

[chorus: 2pac]
i came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)
i came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
let’s go inside my astral plane (yeah, n~gga, no more pain)
i came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain (what? what, n~gga?)
let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)
i came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)
i came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain (no pain, n~gga)
let’s go inside my astral plane (no pain)

[verse 3: 2pac]
bury me that’s what they all say
it’s time to make a k!lling, sure to make a million with devante
b~tch, i know you want me, what your mouth say?
now, watch your eyes
you don’t wanna get with me, that’s a lie
i got my hands on your hips
no time to bullsh~t
freaky b~tch, come give me kiss
tell them n~ggas from other areas, brothers from here
so obsessed with this money~making, it ain’t nothing we fear
now they label me a troublemaker ’cause i’m a ridah
death to you player haters, don’t let me find ya
mama made me rugged, baptized the public
now you all thugs, n~gga, don’t cha love it?
it’s similar to multiple gunshots, retaliation is a must
wasn’t too sure what cha facing so watch the guns bust
you n~ggas will bleed, f~cking with me, you’ll be deceased
never resting in peace, n~gga, wit’ no more pain

[chorus: 2pac]
i came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain
let’s go inside my astral plane
i came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain
let’s go inside my astral plane

[outro/collision: 2pac]
hahahahaha, yeah, n~gga, yeah
hahahaha, no more pain
it’s just like that, n~gga, like that, yeah, no more pain
motherf~ckers can’t handle that sh~t
much too much for these b~tches, no more pain
feel me, n~gga? feel me?
how you figure you can f~ck with me? no more pain
fully automatic type sh~t, no more pain
coward~ass n~ggas, cowards
come put your mouth on this pistol, n~gga
come put your mouth on the pistol, no more pain
close your eyes, n~gga, do it
die in the dark, no more pain
say, “thug life”, baby
death row, so, what cha motherf~ckers do? hahaha
hey, that’s devante dropping that beat like that, biatch
in case you wondering
and jealous n~ggas
hahaha, see y’all n~ggas, motherf~cking n~ggas are sh~t, hey
westside
death to everybody that ain’t down with me
that’s on, feel me? hahaha
oh, yeah, to them cowards
you know who i mean, we still bad boy k!ller
thug life
sh~t don’t stop
crossed~eye, fat, down~syndrome, motherf~ckers
weak~ass n~ggas, dancers turned, f~cking ceos, haha
put your mouth on this pistol, n~gga
put your mouth on the pistol
hahahaha, yeah, n~gga, no more pain
prison ain’t changed me, n~gga, it made me worse
feel me, n~gga, hahaha, no more pain
hey, devante, i’m giving these motherf~ckers choices
n~ggas can roll with us, or they can be rolled up under us
that’s on you, n~gga, what cha wanna do?
last year, we was letting these n~ggas kick up dust
this year, you motherf~ckers gon’ be dust
thug life, n~gga, westside

46. holla at me 4:56

[refrain: nanci fletcher]
n~ggas out there jealous ’cause we be belling with death row
they try to player~hate, but they can’t fade us though
we be mobbing through the neighborhood, yeah
with that funky sound (so funky), we be throwing it down

[intro: 2pac]
this goes out to you, player, you know who you are

[chorus 1: 2pac]
gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
so when ya see me, n~gga, you better holla at me
gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
so when ya see me, n~gga, you better holla at me
gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
so when ya see me, n~gga, you better holla at me

[verse 1: 2pac]
are you confused?
you wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside the shoes of a n~gga who don’t have a thing to lose?
but me and you was homies, no one before me, it was all a scheme
you infiltrated my team and sold a n~gga dreams
how could you do me like that? i took your family in
i put some cash in your pocket, made you a man again
and now you let the fear put your ass in a place
complicated to escape, it’s a fool’s fate
without your word, you a sh~ll of a man
i lost respect for you, n~gga, we can never be friends
i know what running through your head now
what could you do? if it was up to you, i’d be dead now
i let the world know, n~gga, you a coward, you can never be live until you die
i see the motherf~cking b~tch in your eyes

[chorus 2: 2pac & nanci fletcher]
type of n~gga to let the evil of the money trap me
when ya see me, n~gga, you better holla at me (holla at me)
gotta be ready, don’t let the evil of the money trap me
so when ya see me, n~gga, you better holla at me
you better beware where you lay
we better not find where you stay
gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
so when ya see me, n~gga, you better holla at me
you better beware where you lay
we better not find where you stay

[verse 2: 2pac]
curious, spitting lyrics on the verge of furious
i’m addicted to currency, n~gga, that’s why we doing this
got set up, i surprised the n~ggas the way i got up
and then i hit the studio, it’s time to blow the block up
no hesitation, this information got you contemplating
heartbreaking, eliminating with this conversation
break him and let him see the face of a mental patient
in celebration of my criminal elevation
want partic~p~tion, i want members across the 50 states
we keep the nation antic~p~ting until we break
will i be great, is it my fate
to live a life of luxury so n~ggas buy my tape?
so much jealousy, it scares me, so be prepared
’cause only the strong survive, life isn’t fair (who cares?)
probably never knew the way it feels to die
so you figure, f~ck with me, i’ll give that ass a try
n~gga, holla at me

[chorus 3: 2pac & nanci fletcher]
gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
so when ya see me, n~gga, you better holla at me
you better beware where you lay
we better not find where you stay
and now i gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
so when ya see me, n~gga, you better holla at me

[verse 3: 2pac]
i should have saw the signs i was blinded
criminal mind of a young black brother doing time
so many brothers framed in this dirty game
it’s a shame, so much pressure on my brain, why she blame me?
secrets in the dark only her and i know
now i’m sitting in the state pen’, doing time slow
’cause she made a bad decision that got me living
just like an animal, i’m caged up in state prison
my n~ggas dissing ’cause h~ll hath no fury like a woman scorned
a cemetery full of motherf~ckers not knowing
picture my prophecy, i got some attacking me, on top of me
i’m running from the coppers, but never let ’em stop me
’cause i’m a soldier, ever since i was a little n~gga
having fantasies of one day being older
n~ggas is paranoid, trust, a no~no
love is a mystery, f~ck the po~po, holla at me
so when you see me, n~gga, you better holla at me

[chorus 4: nanci fletcher & 2pac]
you better beware where you lay
we better not find where you stay
gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
so when ya see me, n~gga, you better holla at me
you better beware where you lay
we better not find where you stay
n~gga, gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
so when ya see me, n~gga, you better holla at me
you better beware where you lay
we better not find where you stay

[refrain: nanci fletcher]
n~ggas out there jealous cause we be belling wit’ death row
they try to player~hate, but they can’t fade us tho’
we be mobbing through the neighborhood, yeah
with that funky sound (so funky), we be throwing it down

[chorus 5: 2pac & nanci fletcher]
you gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
so when ya see me, n~gga, you better holla at me
you better beware where you lay
we better not find where you stay
gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
so when ya see me, n~gga, you better holla at me
you better beware where you lay
we better not find where you stay
oh, no, no, no

47. run tha streetz 5:18

[chorus: michel’le]
you can run the streets with your thugs
i’ll be waiting for you
until you get through, i’ll be waiting
you can run the streets with your thugs
i’ll be waiting for you
until you get through, i’ll be waiting

[collision 1: 2pac]
hey, yo, storm, honestly, i think
i can f~ck with a motherf~cker like you
see, i don’t like a motherf~cker that be all on me and sh~t
all up under a n~gga, telling me where i can go
can she go with me? when i’m coming home?
and all that ol’ crazy sh~t, type of life i live

[verse 1: 2pac]
now, peep it, here go the secret on how to keep a player
some love making and homecooking, i’ll see you later
it don’t take a lot to keep a n~gga heart
must be a lady in the light, but real freaky in the dark
plus, i got some enemies, baby, hold my pistol
and wrap your arms around a n~gga every time i kiss you, can you visualize the picture?
me and you in ecstasy
don’t be upset, it’s good s~x, when you next to me, do you wanna test me?
put your tired head on my chest
a thug n~gga’s in the house, now you can rest
i bet you never screamed a n~gga’s whole name out
and felt the pleasure and the pain
’bout to f~ck the very taste out your mouth
you can call me when you need me
1~800~skypage, when you wanna see me
’cause i can be your man and, baby, you can be my lady
but you gotta give a n~gga sp~ce or you’ll drive me crazy
run the streets

[collision 2: storm]
yo, pac, you know i’m 16 strong behind you, boo
but i gotta do what i gotta do
i gotta run the streets, you know
i ain’t no “clean up woman” type of hoe
you know?

[verse 2: storm]
now, me and you is cool, but i ain’t the one to play the fool
can’t make no money in bed, so ain’t no future~f~cking you
i ain’t the b~tch that love ya, can’t do a d~mn thang for you
if you ain’t about money, nine outta ten, i’ll ignore you
it’s a man’s world, but real women make the sh~t go ’round
disrespect and i clown the type of b~tch to throw down
throw up the block ’cause nothing stops my chips
a boss player with this, that twist you lame tricks
holla if you understand my plan, ladies, f~ck having babies
by them shady~ass n~ggas, swearing he can save me
my strategy’s official, checking ya pockets while i tongue~kiss you
soft as tissue, so my next issue is how to diss you
they call me storm, from the day i was born
i’ve been known to break the coldest motherf~cker ’til his heart’s warm
i ain’t never been the type to wait at home alone
just ’cause we bone don’t mean you own me, n~gga, i’m grown

[collision 3: 2pac]
hahahahaha, yeah, n~gga
let a n~gga hang out with the homies, you know, baby
ayy, a n~gga that hang out more will come home and love you better, you feel me, sweetheart? let that n~gga be free
don’t have that n~gga all up under you
let him run with his n~ggas
let the n~gga run the street, boo, let him run the streets

[verse 3: napoleon]
i’d rather run the streets, then make some mail
and put the game down tight
for these gaming b~tches could get it right
it might be yo’ plan that i’m choosing
don’t get it confusion
because i’m known for showing examples how i do it
thinking i’m new to this because i’m younger
why only leave you suspicious and i wonder
and at the end, i’ll make a come up
n~gga, was raised up off of m.o.b
fetti over something that’s telling me don’t run the streets

[verse 4: 2pac]
so, tell me, am i wrong
for trying to communicate through a song?
i’m up early in the morning, by sunrise, i’ll be gone
all my homies is waiting for me
plotting on plans that we made and all the fun that it’s gonna be
so, meet me at 3′ and don’t be late, n~gga
we hanging out all night while drinking straight liquor
i heard it’s popping at a club
but they say i can’t get in ’cause i’m dressed like a thug
until i die, i’ll be gang related
got me striving for a million, staying motivated
now that we made it, it’s a battle just for the big money
i’m living wild, no smiles, ’cause ain’t a thing funny
i came up hungry, just a lil’ n~gga tryna make it
i only got one chance, so i gotta take it
you never know when it’s all gonna happen
the rapping or the drugs
but until then, give me love and let me run the streets

[outro: 2pac]
let a n~gga run the streets, boo
page me, haha, i’ll call you back
just let me hang with my n~ggas
why you acting like that, michel’le, hah?
you know n~gga wanna kick it with his homeboys and sh~t
i told you i was coming back later on, right?
so you don’t believe a n~gga?
just cook for a n~gga, please
make some of that sh~t you made last meal
some of them ribs and sh~t
i’ll be back through later tonight, i’m having some weed
we finna drink some hennessy and some alize
we finna eat that foods, smoke a lil blunt
lay up in the bed, watch, um, jay leno or something
then after that? sh~t, we could do whatever comes to mind, baby
just let a n~gga run with the homies
let me go kick it with my n~ggas
when i come back, i be all yours, for real

48. old school 4:40

[intro: 2pac]
here we go, we gon’ send this one out to the old school
all these motherf~ckers in the bronx, and brooklyn, and staten island
queens, and all the motherf~ckers that laid it down, the foundation
ya know what i’m saying? nothing but love for the old school
that’s who we’re gonna do this one for, ya feel me?

[chorus: grand puba]
what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way
what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way
what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way
what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way
what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way

[verse 1: 2pac]
i remember mr. magic, flash, grandmaster caz
ll, raising h~ll, but, that didn’t last
eric b. & rakim was, the sh~t to me
i flip to see a doug e. fresh show, wit’ ricky d
and red alert was putting in work, wit’ chuck chill
had my homies on the hill getting ill, when sh~t was real
went out to steal
remember raw, wit’ daddy kane?
when de la soul was putting potholes in the game
i can’t explain how it was, whodini
had me puffing on that buddha getting buzzed, ’cause there i was
them block parties in the projects and on my block
you diggy don’t stop sipping on that private stock
through my speaker queen latifah, and mc lyte
listen to treach, krs to get me through the night
wit’ t la rock and mantronix, to stetsasonic
remember “push it” was the bomb sh~t, nutting like the old school

[verse 2: 2pac]
i had, sh~ll toes, and bvd’s
a k!ller crease inside my lee’s when i hit the streets
i’m playing skelly, ringolevio, or catch a kiss
before the homies in my hood learned to smack a b~tch
i remember way back, the weak weed they had
too many seeds in the trey bag
i’m on the train heading uptown, freestyling
wit’ some wild kids from bucktown, profiling
’cause the hoochies was staring, thinking, “what them n~ggas wearing?”
i’m wondering if that’s her hair, i remember
stickball, humping hoochies on the wall
or taking leaks on the steps, stinking up the hall
through my childhood, wild as a juvenile
a young n~gga tryna stay away from rikers isle
me and my homies breaking nights, tryna keep it true
out on the roof sipping 90 proof, ain’t nutting like the old school

[verse 3: 2pac]
remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts
and scott larock the super ho back in latin quarter
when sl!ck rick was spitting la di da di
gaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties
i remember, breakdancing to melle mel
jekyll and hyde, ll when he “rocks the bells”
forget the tv, i’d rather hit the streets and do graffiti
be careful, don’t let the transit cops see me
it ain’t nutting like the old school

[chorus: grand puba]
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”
“what more could i say? i wouldn’t be here today
if the old school didn’t pave the way”

[outro: 2pac]
haha, on the real though
remember seeing brooklyn go crazy up in the motherf~cking party?
remember motherf~ckers used to go, “is brooklyn in the house?”
and motherf~ckers would lose they godd~mn mind
that’s the old school to me, that’s what i’m saying (super rhyme)
i remember going places that motherf~ckers was scared to say
they was from anywhere but brooklyn, that sh~t was the bomb
back in the motherf~cking old school, n~gga
remember skelly, n~gga? knocking n~ggas out the box, popping boxes? (my adidas)
remember stickball? member n~ggas to run that sh~t like that?
remember the block? ‘member screaming up at your moms from the window? (ll cool j is hard as h~ll)
the ice cream truck, remember all the mother—
‘member the italian ices, yo? yo, remember the italian ices?
the spanish n~ggas coming down with the coconut ices and sh~t?
i came through the door, said it before
that was the sh~t

49. white man’z world 5:40

[intro: 2pac & albert hall]
crazy
you go busting your fist against a stone wall
you’re not using your brain
that’s what the white man wants you da do
look at chu, what makes you ashamed of being black? (nothing but love for you, my sister)
might even know how hard it is (no doubt)
being a woman, a black woman at that (no doubt)
sh~t, in this white man’s world
sometimes, we overlook the fact
that we be riding hard on our sisters
we don’t be knowing the pain we be causing (in this white man’s world)
in this white man’s world
i ain’t saying i’m innocent in all this, i’m just saying (in this white man’s world)
this song is for y’all
for all those times that i messed up, or we messed up

[verse 1: 2pac]
dear sister, got me twisted up in prison, i miss ya
crying, looking at my niece’s and my nephew picture
they say don’t let this cruel world get ya
kinda suspicious, swearing one day you might leave me
for somebody that’s richer
twist the cap off the bottle, i take a sip and see tomorrow
gotta make it if i have to beg or borrow
reading love letters, late night, locked down and quiet
if brothers don’t receive they mail, best believe we riot
eating jack~mack, staring at the walls of silence
inside this cage where they capture all my rage and violence
in time, i learned a few lessons, never fall for riches
apologies to my true sisters, far from b~tches
help me raise my black nation, reparations are due
it’s true, caught up in this world, i took advantage of you
so tell the babies how i love them, precious boys and girls
born black in this white man’s world (and all i heard was:)

[chorus: darryl harper & (2pac)]
“who knows what tomorrow brings (in this white man’s world)
in this world where everyone’s blind? (born black, in this white man’s world)
and where to go, no matter how far, i’ll find
to let you know that you’re not alone”

[bridge: 2pac]
only thing they ever did wrong (yes, yes)
was being born black (no doubt), in this white man’s world
all my ghetto motherf~ckers, be proud to be black if you proud to have this sh~t like this
’cause ain’t n0body got it like this (all my little black seeds, born black in the white man’s world)
all these motherf~ckers wanna be like us
they all wanna be like us, to be the have~nots: all hail
god bless the child that can hold his own, no motherf~cking doubt

[verse 2: 2pac]
being born with less, i must confess, only adds on to the stress
two gunshots to my homie’s head, died in his vest
shot him to death and left him bleeding for his family to see
i pass his casket, gently asking, “is there a heaven for g’s?”
my homeboy’s doing life, his baby mama be stressing
shedding tears when her son finally ask that questions
where my daddy at? mama, why we live so poor?
why you crying? heard you late night through my bedroom door
now, do you love me, mama? why they keep on calling me n~gga?
get my weight up with my hate and pay ’em back when i’m bigger
and still thugging in this jail cell, missing my block
hearing brothers screaming all night, wishing they’d stop
proud to be black, but, why we act like we don’t love ourselves?
don’t look around, buster (you sucker)
check yourselves
know what it means to be black, whether a man or girl
we still struggling in this white man’s world

[chorus: darryl harper & (2pac)]
who knows what tomorrow brings (born black in this white man’s world)
in this world where everyone’s blind? (in this white man’s world)
and where to go, no matter how far, i’ll find (in this white man’s world)
to let you know that you’re not alone

[collision 1: khalid abdul muhammad]
we must fight for brother mumia
we must fight for brother mutulu
and we must fight for brother ruch~ll magee
we must fight for brother geronimo pratt
we must fight for frankie moore, zulu, kofi
we must fight for the countless political prisoners
who are locked up falsely by this white man

[verse 3: 2pac]
so, tell me, why you changed to choose a new direction
in the blink of an eye?
my time away just made perfection
did you think i’d die?
not gon’ cry, why should i care?
like we holding onto lost love that’s no longer there
can you please help me?
god bless me, please keep my seeds healthy
making all my enemies bleed while my g’s wealthy
hoping they bury me with ammunitions, weed, and sh~lls
just in case they trip in heaven, ain’t no g’s in h~ll
sister, sorry for the pain that i caused your heart
i know i’ll change if you help me, but don’t fall apart
rest in peace to latasha, lil’ yummy, and kato
too much for this cold world to take, ended up being fatal
every woman in america, especially black
bear with me, can’t you see that we under attack?
i never meant to cause drama to my sister and mama
hope we make it to better times, in this white man’s world

[chorus: darryl harper]
who knows what tomorrow brings
in this world where everyone’s blind?
and where to go, no matter how far, i’ll find
to let you know that you’re not alone

[collision 2: louis farrakhan]
you’re out of touch with reality
there are a few of you in a few smoke~filled rooms calling that the mainstream, while the masses of the people, white and black, red, yellow, and brown, poor and vulnerable are suffering in this nation

[interlude: 2pac]
never that, in this white man’s world, they can’t stop us
we’ve been here all this time
they ain’t took us out, they can never take us out
no matter what they say, about us being extinct
about us being endangered species
we ain’t never gon’ leave this
we ain’t never gon’ walk off this planet
unless y’all choose to
use your brain, use your brain
it ain’t them that’s k!lling us, it’s us that’s k!lling us
it ain’t them that’s knocking us off
it’s us that’s knocking us off
i’m telling you better watch it, or be a victim
be a victim, in this white man’s world
born black, in this white man’s world, no doubt
and it’s dedicated to my motherf~cking teachers
mutulu shakur, geronimo pratt, mumia abu jamal
sekou odinga, all the real og’s, we out

[outro: louis farrakhan]
the seal, and the constitution, reflect the thinking of the founding fathers, that this was to be a nation by white people, and for white people, native americans, blacks, and all other non~white people were to be the burden bearers, for the real citizens of this nation

50. shorty wanna be a thug 3:52

[chorus 1: 2pac]
said he wanna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug
said he wanna be, one day, he’s gonna be
said he’s gonna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug
said he’s gonna be, one day, he’s gonna be
said he wanna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug!
said he wanna be, one day, he’s gonna be
said he wanna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug

[verse 1: 2pac]
was a nice middle~class n~gga
but no one knew the evil he’d do when he got a little bigger
you’d often find him blazed
for puffing on a newport, plotting on another way to catch a case
was only 16, yet convicted as a felon
with a bunch of old n~ggas, but you the only one ain’t telling
i tell you it’s a cold world, stay in school
you tell me it’s a man’s world, play the rules
and fade fools, break rules until we major
blaze up, getting with hoes through my pager
was raised up, commence to money~making tactics, uh
it’s getting drastic, n~ggas got automatics
my finger’s on the trigger
tell the lord to make way for another straight thug n~gga
i’m sitting, getting buzzed
looking for some love from the homies ‘cause shorty wanna be a thug

[chorus 2: 2pac]
said he’s gonna be, said he’s gonna be
one day he’s gonna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug
said he’s wanna be, said he’s wanna be
one day he’s gonna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug
said he’s gonna be, one day, he’s gonna be
said he wanna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug
said he wanna be, one day, he’s gonna be
said he wanna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug

[verse 2: 2pac]
straight from the hall to the pen’
an adolescent n~gga standing way higher than six~feet ten
he carried weight, like a mack truck
gonna bust on player~haters, if them motherf~ckers act tuff
then that’s when, a lethal weapon with the razor
this little n~gga smoking weed and getting blazed up
no one could figure, when the guns blast, pull the trigger
could take the life of a young n~gga, guns bigger
no mother and father, you see, the n~gga’s all alone
old timers my role model, the war zone
been laced with this game ’til it’s a part of me
my heart don’t beat no fear, and that ain’t hard to see
the future’s 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 ’cause shorty wanna be a thug

[chorus 2: 2pac]
said he’s gonna be, said he’s gonna be
one day he’s gonna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug
said he’s wanna be, one day, he’s gonna be
said he’s gonna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug
said he’s wanna be, one day, he’s gonna be
said he wanna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug
said he wanna be, one day, he’s gonna be
said he wanna be, shorty’s gonna be a thug

[outro: 2pac]
shorty’s gonna be a thug
little bad~ass n~gga, to the young n~ggas
gotta stay sharp, n~gga, play your part
got plenty of time (you bad motherf~ckers)
you only get three mistakes, and then it’s life, big baby (n~ggas crazy)
watch the signs
d~mn, n~gga, 16, n~gga?
16? too bad, motherf~ckers

51. can u get away 5:46

[verse 1: 2pac]
ever since i met ya, i could peep the pressure
it’s like your man don’t understand, all he does is stress ya
i can see your state of misery from the introduction
ain’t ’bout no sucking and touching, just harmless discussion
maybe we can see a better way, find a brighter day
late night phone conversations, would that be okay?
i don’t wanna take up all your time, be the next in line
tell me your size, let me find you things with you in mind
i can see you’re cautious and i’m careful not to scare you
the antic~p~tion of love making
got you shaking when i’m standing near you
news of precision will prepare ya
in case you get scared, just ask the man in the mirror
now the picture’s getting clearer
all he does is hit you hard
i tell you to leave him, and you tell me keep my faith in god
i don’t understand, i just wanna bring ya home
i wonder should i leave you alone
and find a woman of my own
all the homies tell me that you don’t deserve it
i contemplate, but in my heart, i know you worth it
tell me, can you get away?

[hook: anya pinto & (2pac)]
so much pressure in the air (i know, i know)
and i can’t get away (just for a little while love)
i’m not happy here (i know it’s hard, but, can you get away?)
so much pressure in the air (let’s go, man, get up outta there, can you get away?)
and i can’t get away (do you love him?)
i’m not happy here (do you love that man?)

[verse 2: 2pac]
could it be my destiny to be lonely?
ain’t checking for these hoochies that be on me
‘cause they phony
but you was different, i got no need to be suspicious
‘cause i can tell, my life with you would be delicious
the way you l!ck your lips and shake your hips got me addicted
i’m sitting here hoping that we can find some way to kick it
even though i got your digits, gotta struggle to resist it
slowly advance when it’s my chance not to miss it
you blow me kisses when he ain’t looking
now your heart’s tooken
my only wish is that you change your mind and he get shook
wanna take you there, but you scared to follow
come see tomorrow
hoping i can take you through the pain and sorrow
let you know i care that someone’s 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, no time to waste
we can hook up at the store, can you get away?

[hook: anya pinto & (2pac)]
so much pressure in the air (i know it is)
and i can’t get away (yeah, you can)
i’m not happy here (you ain’t happy, huh? can you get away?)
so much pressure in the air (i know, is he beating on you?)
and i can’t get away (did he punch you?)
i’m not happy here (throwing you around the house?)

[verse 3: 2pac]
i sit here reminiscing and i hope you listening
in the position to pressure and offer competition
me and you was meant to be my destiny, no longer lonely
’cause now it’s on 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 lose you to this sucker
‘cause if he touch ya, i got some drama for that buster
don’t wanna rush ya, but make your mind up fast
n0body knows, on, who controls will it last?
before i ask, i hope you see that i’m sincere
and even if you stay with him today, i’m still here
i refuse to give up, ’cause i believe in what we share
you’re living in prison and what he’s giving can’t compare
’cause everything i feel for you, i wanna let you know
passionately yours and i’ll never let you go
tell me, can you get away?

[hook: anya pinto & (2pac)]
so much pressure in the air (can’t get away, why?)
and i can’t get away
i’m not happy here (let me take you away, all i wanna know, can you get away?)
so much pressure in the air (man)
and i can’t get away (course you can get away)
i’m not happy here (if you really wanted to get away, you could get away)

[outro: 2pac]
you ain’t gotta go through all this drama and this stress
with this old half a man, ya know what i’m saying?
i ain’t tryna put you in a position
where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything
you need, but now, he ain’t even taking care of you
he beating on you and sh~t, look how you look
you too motherf~cking raw to be with that n~gga
ya know what i’m saying?
shake that sucker to the left
let me show you what this life is really about
ya know what i’m saying? you need to be on first class
need to be going to hawaii, seeing the world
seeing what this world got to offer you
not going to, ya know what i’m saying?
the emergency room, getting stitches
’cause this n~gga done got jealous, don’t cry, it’s all good

52. death around the corner 4:08

[verse 1: 2pac]
i see death around the corner, gotta stay high while i survive
in the city where the skinny n~ggas die
if they bury me, bury me as a g, n~gga, no need to worry
i expect retaliation in a hurry
i see death around the corner, any day
trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway
struggling and striving, my destiny’s to die
keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes
in a ball of confusion, i’m thinking ’bout my daddy
madder than a motherf~cker, they never shoulda had me
i guess i seen too many murders, the doctors can’t help me
got me stressing 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 indo, and my mind can’t take the stress, i’m out of breath
make me wanna k!ll my d~mn self, but i see death around the corner

[instrumental]

[verse 2: 2pac]
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 a vest under my clothes when i dress
here’s hoping i die the way i lived, straight thugging
hugging my trigger for all them n~ggas that was bugging
my homie told me once, “don’t you trust them other suckers
they front like they your homies, but they phony motherf~ckers”
and even if i did die young, who’d care?
all i ever got was mean mugs and cold stares
got homies in my head that done passed away, screaming, “please”
young n~gga, make g’s
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

[instrumental]

[interlude: 2pac]
i was raised

[verse 3: 2pac]
i was raised in the city, sh~tty
ever since i was an itty bitty kiddy
drinking liquor out my mama’s titty
and smoking weed was an everyday thang in my household
and drinking liquor ’til you out cold
and though i’m grown now, n~gga, it’s still on, pow
busting on them n~ggas ’til they gone
how many more jealous~ass b~tches coming for my riches?
now i gotta be suspicious when i bone
’cause if i ain’t sharp and heartless, them b~tches’ll start sh~t
excuse me, but this is where we part, b~tch
no more game for free, please explain to me
why n~ggas trip, b~tch, who you came to see?
murder me now, but see me later, man, that’s on my pops
i got homies that will hunt you ’til you drop
i hope the lord can forgive me
i was a g, and getting high was a way of being free
i see death around the corner

[outro: 2pac]
this is for all the real motherf~cking n~ggas out there
i know you ain’t scared to die, we all gotta go, ya know?
a real motherf~cker will pick the time he goes
and make sure he handles his motherf~cking business (you think you’re gonna live long enough to spend that money, you f~cking hump?)
y’all n~ggas stop acting like p~ssies out there, all right?

53. toss it up 4:44

[intro: 2pac]
the money behind the dreams
my right hand, my other capo in this big motherf~cking war we got
my other capo in this big~ass
conglomerate called death row
snoop motherf~cking dogg, tha doggfather
and, who we hear coming through right now?
makaveli the don
feel this, k!lluminati

[verse 1: 2pac]
lord have mercy, father, help us all
since you supplied your phone number, i can’t help but call
time for action, conversating, we relaxing, kicking back
got you curious for thug passion, now picture that
tongue~kissing, hand full of hair, look in my eyes
time to make the bed rock, baby, look how it rise
me and you moving in the nude, do it in the living room
sweating up the sheets, it’s the thug in me
i mean, no disrespecting when i tongue~kiss your neck
i go a long way to get you wet, what you expect?
late night, hit the highway, drop the top
i pull over, getting busy in the parking lot
and, don’t you love it how i l!ck your hips and glide?
kiss you soft on your stomach, push my love inside
got you lost in a love zone, stuck in the l~st
i got the bedroom shaking, back~breaking
when we’re tossing it up

[verse 2: danny boy steward & jojo]
feel this, baby, i like the way it’s going down
when n0body’s around, slip~slide ride
giving me that nice smile
the thing i like, what i want to give all night
you and me alone, everybody’s gone, toss it up
baby, let’s get it on
i like the way you please me, baby
the s~xy way you tease me, shorty
the way you move your body
it really drives me crazy
your body’s hypnotizing, your smell is so exciting
so, baby, come on home with me
i like the way you give it to me, baby

[chorus 1: danny boy steward & jojo]
i like the way you give it to me
let me see you toss it up
i like the way you give it to me
let me see you toss it up
i like the way you give it to me
let me see you toss it up
i like the way you give it to me
let me see you toss it up

[post~chorus: danny boy steward & jojo]
play on, play on, play on, play on
play on, play on, play on, play on
play on, play on, play on, play on
play on, play on, play on, play on

[verse 3: k~ci & aaron hall]
oh, it’s k~ci, baby, mmm, that want you, lady
oh, don’t act so shady
baby, your taste is fine as gravy
the way you move that thing
you make me wanna sing
girl, you make my bells ring
make them go ting~a~ling
nasty man, i’m here again
don’t want it to ever end
it’s feeling too good
give me some more, oh, lady, lady
your body the kind i like, a
big booty, titillating delight
back it up, yo, let me in there
toss it up for me

[chorus 2: k~ci & aaron hall]
i like the way you give it to me
let me see you toss it up
i like the way you give it to me
let me see you toss it up
i like the way you give it to me
let me see you toss it up
i like the way you give it to me
let me see you toss it up
so, won’t you play on?

[verse 4: 2pac]
how do you want it? what’s your phone number? “i get around”
cali love to my true thugs, picture me now
still down for that death row sound, searching for paydays
no longer dre day, arrivederci
blown and forgotten, rotten for plotting child’s play
check your s~xuality, as fruity as this alizé
quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move
cross death row, now, who you gon’ run to?
laugh at you suckers ’cause you similar
pretending to be hard, oh, my god, check your temperature
screaming, “compton”, but you can’t return, you ain’t heard?
brothers p~ssed ’cause you switched and escaped to the burbs
mob on to this new era, ’cause we untouchable
still can’t believe that you got pac rushing you
up in you, bless the real, all the rest get k!lled
who can you trust? only time reveals
toss it up

[outro: danny boy steward & 2pac]
on and on, yeah, and on
let me see you toss it up (toss it up)
won’t you toss it up? (yeah, no doubt)
won’t you toss it up? yeah (let me see you toss it up)
play on player, play on
yeah (let me see you toss it up)
let me see you toss it up
how can some non~players do a song about tossing it up, do a player song? (ayy, lil’ kim, you ain’t little no more, you ain’t check the weight scale lately, have you?)
how can non~players do that? (you are not little kim, you fat b~tch, get it straight)
you know who i’m talking ’bout
teddy riley?
who?
puffy, i read your little interview (who?), buddy, come on
you still ain’t touching us, all that peace talk
i don’t care if you kiss my ass from here to across the street, boy
it’s on, toss it up, we took you on
and we took y’all beat (toss it up)
you know who beat we took, and we took y’all beat
’cause you wasn’t rocking it right (toss it up now)
tired of suckers rocking beats that don’t belong to them, toss it up, it’s on, it’s out there now, it’s our beat now
yeah, toss it up now

54. trading war stories 5:30

[intro: 2pac]
a military mind, n~gga (yeah, the homies just sitting around)
a military mind mean money (you knahmean? talking that sh~t)
a criminal grind, n~gga
a criminal grind mean hustle
you know

[chorus 1: 2pac]
we trading war stories, we outlawz on the rise
jealous n~ggas i despise, look in my eyes
we trading war stories, we outlawz on the rise
jealous n~ggas i despise, look in my eyes

[verse 1: 2pac]
now, can your mind picture, a thug n~gga drinking hard liquor?
this ghetto life has got me catching up to god quicker
who would figure that all i need was a hair trigger
semi~automatic mac~11 just to scare n~ggas?
pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday
and fear of man grow on trees
criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes
so n~ggas whisper when they mention
machiavelli was my tutor, donald goines, my father figure
mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers
henceforth, we thug n~ggas and we came in packs
every one of my n~ggas strapped sipping on ‘gnac
in the back, my ar~15
thugging ’til i die, these streets got me craving thorazine
my lyrics are blueprints to money~making
fat as that ass, that honey~shaking

[chorus 2: 2pac & kastro]
my n~ggas trading war stories, we outlawz on the rise
jealous n~ggas i despise, look in my eyes
we trading war stories, we outlawz on the rise
jealous n~ggas i despise, look in my eyes (we trading war stories)

[verse 2: kastro]
i bust a trey~trey, bugging an’ sh~t
they call it overthugging and sh~t
but i was just a younger n~gga, getting older and loving this sh~t
but, what was i doing in this place?
to the fakes without a pistol in the first
facing termination in the worst
but i figured to play the wall, to watch all
these player~hating n~ggas position for i could see ’em all
made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you
but it’ll never be a repeat, people, i’m tryna tell you

[verse 3: e.d.i. mean]
now, picture the scenery, i’m thugged out smoking greenery
considered a bg, but i’m off in this game something deeply
my eyes only see g’s, that’s why i’m young and burnt out
learned the know how, well, how to do now, by 18 turned out
and wide open, to riding and smoking
collide with foes in the worst place
y’all shouldn’t f~cked with us, in the first place
y’all real og’s, dropping game to the youngsters
y’all don’t want no funk ’cause
y’all be the next in the long line of war stories

[chorus 1: 2pac & c~bo]
we trading war stories, we outlawz on the rise
jealous n~ggas i despise, look in my eyes
we trading war stories, we outlawz on the rise
jealous n~ggas i despise, look in my eyes

[verse 4: c~bo]
i breaks them off with this gangster war story tale
stacking loot up in the coupe that i protect with a mac~12
when i slap my clip in the chamber, fool, your life’s in danger
no one will remain when i come through dumping insane
call me bo loc major pain, gun~slang, and moving ‘caine
i be the n~gga that pulling a trigger and dumping the hot ones up in your brain
more bigger b~lls than rupaul, thug life fade ’em all
we bucks that ass up against the wall, up against a son of a man call
we bucks them down on the way to the ground, ain’t nothing but the hog in me
plus, stomping steel toed, k!lling up hoes and keep mobbing, g
it ain’t no calling the funk off, now dumping out bucks with a sawed off
blast they dirty~ass drawers off and have them b~tch n~ggas hauled off

[chorus 1: 2pac & napoleon]
we trading war stories, we outlawz on the rise
jealous n~ggas i despise, look in my eyes
we trading war stories, we outlawz on the rise
jealous n~ggas i despise, look in my eyes (we trading war stories)

[verse 5: napoleon]
my whole family been raised on sh~t that ain’t okay
ain’t nothing on this earth will make a n~gga like me stay
i’m reminiscing, and catching flashbacks when n~ggas ran up in my house and i was too young to try to blast back
what happened then? no one would tell me since i was 3
heard that god took my peoples, now they living somewhere free
but f~ck that, you got what’s mines and i want that
never drop my guard, been on the squad since ways back
and now i’m sitting, holding in anger because my parents missing
thugging immortal, went got some war stories for you

[verse 6: storm]
now, look at me, straight outlaw immortal
never gave a f~ck ’cause i was n0body’s daughter
outlawing from my tits to my cl~ts, don’t try to figure
’cause the murderous tendencies in my mind can’t be controlled, n~gga
so, who’s the bigger, who’s the quickest k!ller?
would you try to trip with my finger on the .9 miller
when i got you on canine fours
praying to god as your life goes back and forth
we trading war stories

[chorus 1: 2pac]
we trading war stories, outlawz on the rise
jealous n~ggas i despise, look in my eyes
we trading war stories, outlawz on the rise
jealous n~ggas i despise, look in my eyes
we trading war stories, outlawz on the rise
jealous n~ggas i despise, look in my eyes
we trading war stories, outlawz on the rise
jealous n~ggas i despise, look in my eyes
we trading war stories, outlawz on the rise
jealous n~ggas i despise, look in my eyes
we trading war stories, outlawz on the rise
jealous n~ggas i despise, look in my eyes
we trading war stories, outlawz on the rise
jealous n~ggas i despise, look in my eyes
we trading war stories, outlawz on the rise
jealous n~ggas i despise, look in my eyes
we trading war stories, outlawz on the rise
jealous n~ggas i despise, look in my eyes
we trading war stories, outlawz on the rise
jealous n~ggas i despise, look in my eyes
we trading war stories, outlawz on the rise
jealous n~ggas i despise, look in my eyes

[collision: 2pac]
war stories, n~gga, hahaha, what players do?
thug life, outlaw immortalz
motherf~cking 2pac a.k.a. makaveli
can you feel me?
just so you know, it’s on death row
my n~ggas love that sh~t
dramacydal in this motherf~cker, hehehe
yeah, n~gga, shoutout to my n~ggas fatal n felony
c~bo, the bald~head nut, what?
you know what time it is

55. god bless the dead 4:24

[intro: 2pac]
rest in peace to my motherf~cker biggy smalls
that’s right, boy, it’s going on, right here
thug life, god bless the dead

[verse 1: 2pac]
god bless the dead and buried, n~gga, don’t worry
if you see god first, tell him sh~t got worse
i ain’t mad, i know you representing the crew
and i can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew
f~ck the world, pain was a part of the game
if you a baller, money went as quick as it came
my role models gone or they locked in the pen
straight hustlers caught up in the whirlwind
the other day, i thought i seen my homeboy biggy
saying sh~t don’t stop, n~gga, no pity
we all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
money~making motherf~ckers plot scandalous schemes
in the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind
i was addicted to trying, never meant to do time
my epitaph will read “was the last of g’s”
kicked the sh~t to make the white man bleed
god bless the dead

[chorus: 2pac]
god bless the dead
god bless the dead
god bless the dead
god bless the dead

[verse 2: 2pac]
man, ain’t n0body promised me a thang
i’ve been caught up in this game
ever since i was a little motherf~cker wanting to hang
i can see ’em in my head, pow
memories of my n~gga, but he dead now
looking back in my yearbook
all the years took half my peers, they’re stretched for years
and if i die, will they all shed tears?
two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clear
paranoia got me looking in the mirror
behind me, life without my .9, i’d rather do the time
see, i’m old enough to know that ain’t no justice
f~ck the police and all the courts, same way they f~cked us
and, why the h~ll am i locked in jail?
they let them white boys free, we be shocked as h~ll
in my mind, i can see it coming
and all the time, it’s a plot to keep a n~gga running
i keep a gun and never run unless i’m coming at ya
cry later, but for now, let’s enjoy the laughter
god bless the dead

[chorus: 2pac]
god bless the dead
god bless the dead
god bless the dead
god bless the dead

[interlude: 2pac & stretch]
rest in peace to all the motherf~ckers that passed too early
all the young motherf~ckers that was took in they prime (god bless the dead)
real motherf~cking g’s, this one is for you
yo, stretch, biggy
yo, big, this is to you, my n~gga
springfield hollis crew, thug life, yg’s
sending they respect, you know i mean
you my n~gga for life, forever
you’re always gonna be with a n~gga
no matter what, don’t forget that

[verse 3: stretch]
i pray before i go to sleep, dear god
say my grace before i start to eat, ’cause times is hard
so i’m dropping to my knees, “oh, why?”
why you had to take my n~gga with the rock~a~bye?
you had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighing a ton
n~ggas terrified of drama from the young gun
hearing that they did it outta fear don’t amaze me
but it’s mind~blowing, so i’m flowing, going crazy
slipped, forgot the gun, but he didn’t run like a punk
he shoulda had the gauge in the trunk
but sp~nk is what he had, kid, i’d rather attack big
now you ’bout to smell the aftermath of what the mag did
wannabe suckers wanna test, i’m telling you, yes
the teflon’s ’bout to rip through your f~cking vest
guess who? i’ll make a mess of your crew quick
the spirit biggy smalls and the thugadon clique, yeah

[chorus: stretch]
god bless the dead
god bless the dead
god bless the dead
god bless the dead

56. krazy 5:16

[intro: 2pac]
throw me a cigarette, dawg
they got me feeling crazier than a motherf~cker
i got bad azz in this motherf~cker
makaveli the don, representing the outlawz
bad azz representing the lbc crew
so, what cha wanna do? ya know how we do it

[chorus 1: 2pac]
puffing on lye
hoping that it gets me high
got a n~gga going crazy
oh, yeah, i feel crazy
time goes by, puffing on lah
hoping that it gets me high
got a n~gga going crazy
oh, yeah, i feel crazy (tell ’em about it)

[verse 1: 2pac]
last year was a hard one, but life goes on
bumping my head against the wall, learning right from wrong
they say my ghetto instrumental detrimental to kids
as if they can’t see the misery in which they live
blame me for the outcome, ban my records, check it
don’t have to bump this, but please respect it
i took a minus and now the hard times are behind us
turned it to a plus, now they stuck living blinded
hennessy got me feeling bad, time to stop drinking
rolling in my drop~top jag, what’s that cops thinking?
sitting in my car, watch the stars and smoke
i came a long way, but, still, i got so far to go
dear mama, don’t worry, i’ma watch for snakes
tell setchu that i love her, but it’s hard today
i got the letter that she sent me, and i cried for weeks
this what came out when i tried to speak, all i heard was:

[chorus 2: 2pac]
“time goes by, puffing on lah
hoping that it gets me high
got a n~gga going crazy
i feel crazy
time goes by, puffing on lye
hoping that it gets me high
got a n~gga going crazy
i feel crazy” (one, two, three, four)

[verse 2: 2pac]
i see bloods and crips running up the hill
looking for a better way
my brothers and sisters, it’s time to bail
’cause even thug n~ggas pray
hoping god hear me, i entered the game, look how much i changed
i’m no longer innocent, casualties of fame
made a lot of money, seen a lot of places
and i swear i seen a peaceful smile on my mama’s face
when i gave her the keys to her own house, “this yo’ land
your only son done became a man”
watching time fly, i love my people, do~or~die
but i wonder why we scared to let each other fly
june 1~6, ‘7~1, the day
mama pushed me out her womb, told me, “n~gga, get paid”
no one can understand me, the black sheep
outcasted from my family, now packing heat
i run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
when he die, i can hear him say, “thug life, baby”, i heard that n~gga say, “westside”

[chorus 2: 2pac]
time goes by, puffing on lah
hoping that it gets me high
got a n~gga going crazy
i feel crazy
time goes by, puffing on lye
hoping that it gets me high
got a n~gga going crazy
crazy, crazy, crazy
i feel crazy (crazy)

[verse 3: bad azz]
god, help me out here (help me, god), ’cause i’m possessed
i need the root of all evil for my stress
this money’s like a strong prescription drug, it’s got me addicted
to the pleasure and the pain it inflicted
something about the paper with the pictures of the president’s head
d~mn, it’s like a motherf~cking plague that spread
it’s epidemic, forgotten, forgotten it got worse
i keep my head on straight, making money ’cause it’s cursed
making money makes a difference day~by~day
so i gotta stay paid, no doubt, day in and day out
this life is like a vicious cycle called fighting to live
no matter how hard you try, it’s in death, you gotta die
a lot of my peers didn’t make it to the years to come
did life do ’em right or did life leave ’em dumb?
who has the answers? i wonder, i turn to my elders
they aged and experienced, but they can’t even tell ya
or tell me, that there’ll be light at the end of the road (why?)
’cause they don’t even know
a million things run through my mind (through my mind)
you ain’t gotta be in jail to be doing time
(you ain’t gotta be in jail to be doing time)

[chorus 3: 2pac]
time goes by, puffing on lah
hoping that it gets me by
got a n~gga going crazy
i feel crazy (crazy)
time goes by, puffing on lah
hoping that it gets me high
got a n~gga going crazy

[collision: 2pac]
i feel f~cked up in this b~tch
i smoked half a ounce to the head
chocolate thai, indo, hawaiian, lambsbread, buddha
all that sh~t
i’m f~cked up in this motherf~cker
and hennessy don’t help
and hennessy don’t help
thug passion in this muh’f~cker
makaveli the don putting it down to the fullest
maximum overload
3 day theory, k!lluminati to your body
with the impact of a 12 gauge shotty
double~i slugs, no love, straight thugs

[outro: 2pac]
one time for my n~ggas in the jail cells
(one time for my n~ggas locked up)
one time for my n~ggas doing life in h~ll
(one time for my n~ggas and sh~t, one time)
one time for my n~ggas in the jail cells (one time)
one time for my n~ggas doing life in h~ll
(one time for my n~ggas locked down)
one time for my n~ggas on death row
(one time for my n~ggas on the row)
for my n~ggas on death row
one time for my n~ggas living broke
(westside, california style, l.a.)
one time for my n~ggas living broke
(you know what time it is, no doubt)
one time for my n~ggas in the jail cells
(get high, puffing on lah)
wonder if it get me high, yeah

57. deadly combination 2:34

[intro: dj ron g & 2pac]
yes, indeed
it’s the mix king, ron g
i got something the world ain’t ready for
new york city, l.a., chicago, atlanta
d.c., detroit, new orleans
y’all know the deal, flavor
hahaha
yeah, n~gga, yeah
that’s right
baby, this how we do it

[verse 1: 2pac]
follow me, tell me if you feel me
i think n~ggas is trying to k!ll me
picturing pistols, spitting hollow points ’til they drill me
keeping it real, and even if i do conceal
my criminal thoughts, preoccupied wit’ keeping steel
see, n~ggas is false, sitting in court, turned snitches
they used to be real, but now, they petrified b~tches
i’m trying to be strong, they sending armies out to bomb me
listen to ron, the only dj that can calm me
constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
i’m trapped in the storm, and f~ck the world ’til i’m gone
b~tches be warned, word is bond, you’ll get torn
i’m busting on giuliani, he rubbing my n~ggas wrong
and then it’s on, before i leave, picture me
i’m spitting at punk b~tches and hustling to be free
watch me set it
n~ggas don’t want it, you can get it, bet it
make these jealous n~ggas mad, i said it
this thug life, n~gga, we don’t cater to you hoes
f~ck with me, have a hunnid motherf~ckers at your do’ with .44’s

[interlude: 2pac]
hahaha
yeah, n~gga
thug life

[verse 2: the notorious b.i.g.]
i’m hard, jehovah said i’m barred from the pearly gates
f~ck him, i didn’t wanna go to heaven anyway
but my mama got me on my knees with my hands gripped
talking ’bout some, “praise the lord” sh~t
“hail mary”, f~ck her, i never knew her
i’d probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer
“our father”, my pops stuck up dope spots
big, black, and mean with the fifth by the gabardine
what you expected from his next of kin?
uh, i’m loco, bro, but ain’t no mexican
i got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
a shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while i’m sh~tting
the lesson from the smith & wesson is depressing
n~ggas keep stressing the same motherf~cking question
how many shots does it take
to make my heart stop, and my body start to shake?
ron g, stop the break

[verse 3: big l]
i be that young, pretty, fly, smooth, glorious kid
a bad boy just like notorious b.i.g
a roc~a~fella like shawn carter
with more game than ron harper
the bomb sparker rapper armed robber
while y’all be on the corners bummy and high
i be out buying the finest sh~t money can buy
you wish you was in a position that i’m in
hot rhyming, diamonds shining, autograph signing
my lifestyle is far out, every week, bring a different car out
i go to nightclubs and buy the bar out
uh, ’cause i keep cream, i’m large on the street scene
every time i touch mics, you hear all the freaks scream

[outro: big l & 2pac]
yeah, yeah, big l, harlem’s finest
yeah, that n~gga who hold it down for uptown
hahaha
that’s how we do it out here on this underground real sh~t, n~gga
it’s the heat, n~gga
now, rewind this motherf~cker, you know you can’t help it
deadly combination, boy

58. only fear of death 5:10

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