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1. hit ’em up 5:12

[intro: 2pac]
i ain’t (sucker~ass) got no motherf~cking friends
that’s why i f~cked cho’ b~tch, you fat motherf~cker (take money)
westside
bad boy k!llers (take money, you know)
you 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 yo’ 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 jewels
steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools
you know the 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 get cho’ caps peeled, you know
see
[chorus 1: 2pac]
grab your glocks when you see 2pac
call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
who shot me? but cha punks didn’t finish
now you ’bout da feel the wrath of a menace (uh~huh, yeah)
n~gga, i hit ’em up

[interlude: 2pac & hussein fatal]
check this out, chu 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 you (ayo, ayo) b~tch~made~ass bad boy b~tches (hold the f~ck up, yeah, take money)
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 ’em 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 yo’ 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 you see 2pac
call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
who shot me? but cha punks didn’t finish
now you ’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 learned 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 you 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 you herbs
now, go check the scenario
little cease, i’ll bring you 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 (yeah)
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, my, come on, come on
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 turns 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 (hear me)
oh, my, oh, my, come on, come on
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 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 da 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 you 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 nothing, 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: dave hollister & 2pac]
ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
(keep~keep your head up)
ooh, child, things’ll get brighter
(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 marvin gaye)

[verse 2: 2pac & (dave hollister)]
used to sing to 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)

[verse 3: 2pac & (dave hollister)]
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, you 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 n0body)

[verse 2: 2pac]
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 love, we~ooh

[chorus 1: roger troutman & dr. dre]
california
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)
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)
keep it rocking (keep it rocking)
keep it rocking (come on, come on, come on, yeah, 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 out of 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 a 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 2: 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 (yeah)
hey, you know l.a. up in this
pasadena, where you at?
yeah, inglewood
inglewood always up da 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

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