barcelona’nın savunma oyuncusu. dünyanın en sağlam defans oyuncularından biri. kendisi ispanyoldur. 5 numaralı formayı giyer. yerinde yaptığı müdahalelerle, zamanında kademeye girişleriyle çok sağlam bir savunmacıdır. makarna gibi saçları vardır. barça’nın takım kaptanıdır yanılmıyorsam. ispanyoldur kendisi...
(bkz: cassandra wilson)
bizim faten’in eski mail adresini oluşturan harfler...
2pac’ın 2001’de çıkan müthiş bir albümü. efsaneler ölmez...
cd 1
01 ballad of a dead soulja
02 fuck friendz
03 lil homies
04 let em have it feat skg
05 good life feat big syke & e.d.i.
06 letter 2 my unborn
07 breathin feat outlawz
08 happy home
09 all out feat outlawz
10 fuckin wit the wrong nigga
11 thug n u thug n me remix feat k-ci & jojo
12 everything they owe
13 until the end of time feat r.l. from next
14 m o b feat thug life & outlawz
15 world wide mob figgaz feat outlawz
cd 2
01 big syke interlude
02 my closest roaddogz
03 niggaz nature remix feat lil mo
04 when thugz cry
05 u dont have 2 worry feat outlawz
06 this ain t livin
07 why u turn on me
08 last one s left feat outlawz
09 thug n u thug n me feat k-ci & jojo
10 words 2 my first born feat above the law
11 let em have it remix feat left eye
12 runnin on e feat outlawz
13 when i get free feat j. valentine
14 until the end of time rp remix feat richard page
cd 1
01 ballad of a dead soulja
02 fuck friendz
03 lil homies
04 let em have it feat skg
05 good life feat big syke & e.d.i.
06 letter 2 my unborn
07 breathin feat outlawz
08 happy home
09 all out feat outlawz
10 fuckin wit the wrong nigga
11 thug n u thug n me remix feat k-ci & jojo
12 everything they owe
13 until the end of time feat r.l. from next
14 m o b feat thug life & outlawz
15 world wide mob figgaz feat outlawz
cd 2
01 big syke interlude
02 my closest roaddogz
03 niggaz nature remix feat lil mo
04 when thugz cry
05 u dont have 2 worry feat outlawz
06 this ain t livin
07 why u turn on me
08 last one s left feat outlawz
09 thug n u thug n me feat k-ci & jojo
10 words 2 my first born feat above the law
11 let em have it remix feat left eye
12 runnin on e feat outlawz
13 when i get free feat j. valentine
14 until the end of time rp remix feat richard page
2pac’ın "until the end of time" albümünden bir şarkı...
if you a bad boy
yo, what’s up man
the police is commin’ !
oh shit !
get out of there
yo, get the fuck out the way
fatal outlawz, runnin’ up out this mother fucker
i’m going past niggaz
they ain’t getting me up for fifteen like this, fuck that
it’s outlaw nigga
[chorus] 2x
if you a bad boy then you die
westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
they fucked up when they robbed me
put another contract on mobb deep
[fatal]
i focus my locus thought on the enemy
sick of the hennessey, it’s necessary to finish me
i’m anti-social immortal when it come to the vocals
jersey them niggaz down and won’t appoach em til it’s time to smoke em
hussein the terrorist, nigga they think i’m crazy and creepy
and as we speak they try to find me therapist
rapid fire i clap and hire till you die a liar
strap intact hittin’ corners dropped didn’t want to spin the tires
my man’ll find ya
this 357 anaconda, is enough to bring your mama to turn around and hang the drama
military comradery outlaw till they body me
havoc i gotta have it steady blastin at prodigy
mob 6 feet deep, you try to brush me to death
and suppose you got the dopest moves like chucky on fresh
you know the verdict, who what when and why he die murdered
get your physical diverted and your vision distorted
[tupac]
now ever since mama got fucked and papa ducked out
look at us, murderous thugs shown less love in the drug house
similar to savage it’s a wonder we manage
bring chaos causin’ damage on our quest for cabbage
they ask, my style similar to cash when flaunted
most wanted by the population murdered you for it
exploit your weakness, revenge flow deep without release
criminal orders across the water bringin the war to the streets
why fear me, fear the shit i speak
once this shit drop it’s heard on every fuckin street, like the sound of police
who run the streets really?
and every hood legends grow from the hustlaz up at harlem to shot callers in o’
and though, congress, don’t want us to progress, we stress
my homey buried at an early age, hustled to death
his last breath, a lesson i posses like jewels
stay thugged out keep it movin’
[kadafi]
half way thugs don’t budge when we stalk the streetz
sort of like ? on narcotics when they walk the beat
you speak of beef pussy, draw down and drop it
hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket
gettin mines with nines cocked and extortin’
block popped with 22’s in my socks with the butt hangin out the chocolates (his skin color)
you never seen time, i travel cross and dream crime
my rose like a million dollar bill folded with green lines
with my pulse racing, drink my henney straight no chasers
catch my body like cases, 5 minutes from the station
[young noble]
hit the hole like allen iverson with confidence
no finger prints that mean there was no evidence or proof that i was present
at the scene of the crime around 10 niggaz bleed
after they made this punk, fag motherfucka bleed
all the money was bloody and shit, ya’ll niggaz shoulda seen it
bust a cap and freak with, bowin’ off to one knee shit
the glock to your head nigga, don’t let it look like an accident
hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot fuckin’ backwards
little homies puttin work for stripes, but is worth your life and g-rides runnin’ red lights
i wish somebody would have told me then
since i’m an outlaw like napolean ain’t a cell they can hold me in
caucasian, crazy like arabians
hold this spot like some niggaz ’ll fade me in
havin’ a fiend’s baby
when they want the product, nigga i got the smoke
got this weed and the coke, what you need what you want
what you workin with, i’m on some ’ol immortal shit
outlaw we straight hurtin’ shit, use artillery to murder with
put on the block, gangsta partyin’ like pac
life’s hard from the ox me and my niggaz on top
[tupac] 5x
i know the law hate me dearly, comin’ for me
we outlawsz, thugged out, niggaz runnin on e
[nuttso]
the glock, put the lead in pop, fuck the law
carry steel cause i live in the niggaz side of the law
ridin’ foes cause i can’t let hoes catch me slippin
quick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin
ridin high, blazin, cryptonite got a nigga dazing
jerkin and smirken at enemies before i graze em
ride em, look behind em, i see him
he slipped, at a stop light on this lonely night
(this motherfuckin’ trick)
slide on him, so i can dip and put it in him
(damn, i guess this motherfucka know that i sent him)
hit the pedal now we high speed
with my metal tryin’ to make these motherfuckaz die speed
up the way i seen him slow down
(shit!! i think i gon’ bust these hoes down)
caught em runnin’ on e it’s kinda funny to me
they knew they was funkin’ with me but they dumb and see
[tupac]
open up fire watch em expire when my shells split em
plus all them trick niggaz basically can go to hell with em
fuck em they phony claimin they homies but they foes
speakin on thug niggaz daily, while we nailing they hoes
explode boldly at my stage shows and formation
words are known to spray blaze as i raise my thug nation
a crooked thought, cops get bought, no longer caught
out on bail raisin hail, nigga fuck what you thought
did you cried when my girl died?
put out the hit, politic niggaz worldwide, grabbin my dick
i’ll never learn, take away the pain with sherm
throwin’ gas on my enemies watchin em burn
kamikaze, i’m shootin’ up the casket take the body
whip the corpse like a piñata and party
his last breath, a straight lesson i possess like jewels
stay thugged out keep it movin
running on e
stay thugged out keep it movin
running on e
[tupac talking ...]
one time, one time for the niggaz that stayed down for us
running on e
smiff and wesson, heltah skeltah, buckshot, bdi
the bootcamp click
what happened, that was it?
if you a bad boy
yo, what’s up man
the police is commin’ !
oh shit !
get out of there
yo, get the fuck out the way
fatal outlawz, runnin’ up out this mother fucker
i’m going past niggaz
they ain’t getting me up for fifteen like this, fuck that
it’s outlaw nigga
[chorus] 2x
if you a bad boy then you die
westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
they fucked up when they robbed me
put another contract on mobb deep
[fatal]
i focus my locus thought on the enemy
sick of the hennessey, it’s necessary to finish me
i’m anti-social immortal when it come to the vocals
jersey them niggaz down and won’t appoach em til it’s time to smoke em
hussein the terrorist, nigga they think i’m crazy and creepy
and as we speak they try to find me therapist
rapid fire i clap and hire till you die a liar
strap intact hittin’ corners dropped didn’t want to spin the tires
my man’ll find ya
this 357 anaconda, is enough to bring your mama to turn around and hang the drama
military comradery outlaw till they body me
havoc i gotta have it steady blastin at prodigy
mob 6 feet deep, you try to brush me to death
and suppose you got the dopest moves like chucky on fresh
you know the verdict, who what when and why he die murdered
get your physical diverted and your vision distorted
[tupac]
now ever since mama got fucked and papa ducked out
look at us, murderous thugs shown less love in the drug house
similar to savage it’s a wonder we manage
bring chaos causin’ damage on our quest for cabbage
they ask, my style similar to cash when flaunted
most wanted by the population murdered you for it
exploit your weakness, revenge flow deep without release
criminal orders across the water bringin the war to the streets
why fear me, fear the shit i speak
once this shit drop it’s heard on every fuckin street, like the sound of police
who run the streets really?
and every hood legends grow from the hustlaz up at harlem to shot callers in o’
and though, congress, don’t want us to progress, we stress
my homey buried at an early age, hustled to death
his last breath, a lesson i posses like jewels
stay thugged out keep it movin’
[kadafi]
half way thugs don’t budge when we stalk the streetz
sort of like ? on narcotics when they walk the beat
you speak of beef pussy, draw down and drop it
hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket
gettin mines with nines cocked and extortin’
block popped with 22’s in my socks with the butt hangin out the chocolates (his skin color)
you never seen time, i travel cross and dream crime
my rose like a million dollar bill folded with green lines
with my pulse racing, drink my henney straight no chasers
catch my body like cases, 5 minutes from the station
[young noble]
hit the hole like allen iverson with confidence
no finger prints that mean there was no evidence or proof that i was present
at the scene of the crime around 10 niggaz bleed
after they made this punk, fag motherfucka bleed
all the money was bloody and shit, ya’ll niggaz shoulda seen it
bust a cap and freak with, bowin’ off to one knee shit
the glock to your head nigga, don’t let it look like an accident
hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot fuckin’ backwards
little homies puttin work for stripes, but is worth your life and g-rides runnin’ red lights
i wish somebody would have told me then
since i’m an outlaw like napolean ain’t a cell they can hold me in
caucasian, crazy like arabians
hold this spot like some niggaz ’ll fade me in
havin’ a fiend’s baby
when they want the product, nigga i got the smoke
got this weed and the coke, what you need what you want
what you workin with, i’m on some ’ol immortal shit
outlaw we straight hurtin’ shit, use artillery to murder with
put on the block, gangsta partyin’ like pac
life’s hard from the ox me and my niggaz on top
[tupac] 5x
i know the law hate me dearly, comin’ for me
we outlawsz, thugged out, niggaz runnin on e
[nuttso]
the glock, put the lead in pop, fuck the law
carry steel cause i live in the niggaz side of the law
ridin’ foes cause i can’t let hoes catch me slippin
quick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin
ridin high, blazin, cryptonite got a nigga dazing
jerkin and smirken at enemies before i graze em
ride em, look behind em, i see him
he slipped, at a stop light on this lonely night
(this motherfuckin’ trick)
slide on him, so i can dip and put it in him
(damn, i guess this motherfucka know that i sent him)
hit the pedal now we high speed
with my metal tryin’ to make these motherfuckaz die speed
up the way i seen him slow down
(shit!! i think i gon’ bust these hoes down)
caught em runnin’ on e it’s kinda funny to me
they knew they was funkin’ with me but they dumb and see
[tupac]
open up fire watch em expire when my shells split em
plus all them trick niggaz basically can go to hell with em
fuck em they phony claimin they homies but they foes
speakin on thug niggaz daily, while we nailing they hoes
explode boldly at my stage shows and formation
words are known to spray blaze as i raise my thug nation
a crooked thought, cops get bought, no longer caught
out on bail raisin hail, nigga fuck what you thought
did you cried when my girl died?
put out the hit, politic niggaz worldwide, grabbin my dick
i’ll never learn, take away the pain with sherm
throwin’ gas on my enemies watchin em burn
kamikaze, i’m shootin’ up the casket take the body
whip the corpse like a piñata and party
his last breath, a straight lesson i possess like jewels
stay thugged out keep it movin
running on e
stay thugged out keep it movin
running on e
[tupac talking ...]
one time, one time for the niggaz that stayed down for us
running on e
smiff and wesson, heltah skeltah, buckshot, bdi
the bootcamp click
what happened, that was it?
2pac’ın "until the end of time" albümünden bir şarkı...
[2pac]
hehhehheh
these are my words to my first born
[verse 1 - 2pac]
can you picture young niggas in a rush to grow?
the hard timers in the pen
had to crush his throat
probably never even saw it coming
too busy bullshittin, caught him with his mouth runnin
aint this a bitch?
they got me twisted in this game
the feds and the punk police pointin pistols at my brain
i wonder if i’m wrong cause i’m thugged out
my homies murdered execution style runnin in the drug house
what was supposed to be a easy hit
now shit is flipped cause niggas died over bullshit
inside my dreams i’m seeing pictures of a broken man
no witnesses only the questions that will smoke the man
young adolescence in our prime live a life of crime
though it ain’t logical we hobble through these trying times
living blind, lord help me with my troubled soul
why all my homies had to die before they got to grow?
and right before i put my head on the pillow, say a prayer
one love to the thugs in heaven, i’ll see you there
it’s written for the young and dumb
that wasn’t warned, help you make it through the storm
my words to my first born
feel me
[chorus]
my words to my first born
my words to my first born
[verse 2 - 2 pac]
since my very first day on this earth i was cursed
so i knew that the birth of a child would make my life worse
and though it hurt me there was no distortion
cause wild seeds can’t grow, we need more abortions
quiet your soul cause you know what you had to do
and so they victims of a world they never came to
i understand its a better day coming
sometimes catch you sleeping on a dead end
driving with the car running blinded
aint no love in the hood, only hearts torn
love letters to the innocent and unborn
all the babies that died up on the table
wasn’t able to breathe cause the family wasn’t able
can’t blame her, i would do the same
all i could give it was my debt and my last name
cause in the game things change
living up and down
this hard life got me walking with my head down
flashing frowns wasn’t meant to be, was i wrong?
but i’ll never get to know so i carry on
it’s written for the young and dumb
that wasn’t warned
my words to my first born
feel me
words to my first born
these are the words to my first born
hey nigga talk to your boy
talk to your seed nigga...
[verse 3 - above the law]
2000 somethin somethin
it’s a new era
a nigga’s too real
i see shit too clear
see theres more than just a skrilla in this tilt nigga
(what else is it dogg?)
the velvet and the silk
and making sure my kittens got they milk
now to fill this mattress
now my kids know i’m at this, hood tactics
black must roll, hood stroll
ain’t no question nigga
above the law, hustla
if you late with the chips
homie we’ll handle ya...
although we never take advantage
though we always in the air thang
by all means, stack green, gangsta lean
they say money make the world go round
so only associate yourself with paper chasers
and niggas thats truly down
and keep god first
and give thanks for the good times
cause when this really hurts
it’s playa hataz that be callin you hit
touchin her tits, held her dick
trying to get you for your grip
i know you stressed out and fed up
but come out gun blazing and keep your head up
you can call it what you want to, but it ain’t gon’ change
above the law, 2 pac
old g’s in this rap game
and we done lived a long, hard life
and we done shed so many tears under these bright lights
ya’ll, although we grew up, corrupted this storm
we still got a lot of wisdom to give to our first born
[2pac talking]
you gonna tell yo kids nigga, who was you?
what was you doing?
how did you put it down?
hmmhh..
this my words to my muthafuckin first born
so a nigga know
you know what i mean?
hahaha
ain’t nothing but a muthafuckin rider
west side til i die
thats all it was
its a crooked ass hand they deal a muthafucker
i just played to win
i just played to win
muthafucker gotta bet against the odds
you know what i mean?
roll those muthafuckin dice
sometimes you hit 7, 11, sometimes....
[2pac]
hehhehheh
these are my words to my first born
[verse 1 - 2pac]
can you picture young niggas in a rush to grow?
the hard timers in the pen
had to crush his throat
probably never even saw it coming
too busy bullshittin, caught him with his mouth runnin
aint this a bitch?
they got me twisted in this game
the feds and the punk police pointin pistols at my brain
i wonder if i’m wrong cause i’m thugged out
my homies murdered execution style runnin in the drug house
what was supposed to be a easy hit
now shit is flipped cause niggas died over bullshit
inside my dreams i’m seeing pictures of a broken man
no witnesses only the questions that will smoke the man
young adolescence in our prime live a life of crime
though it ain’t logical we hobble through these trying times
living blind, lord help me with my troubled soul
why all my homies had to die before they got to grow?
and right before i put my head on the pillow, say a prayer
one love to the thugs in heaven, i’ll see you there
it’s written for the young and dumb
that wasn’t warned, help you make it through the storm
my words to my first born
feel me
[chorus]
my words to my first born
my words to my first born
[verse 2 - 2 pac]
since my very first day on this earth i was cursed
so i knew that the birth of a child would make my life worse
and though it hurt me there was no distortion
cause wild seeds can’t grow, we need more abortions
quiet your soul cause you know what you had to do
and so they victims of a world they never came to
i understand its a better day coming
sometimes catch you sleeping on a dead end
driving with the car running blinded
aint no love in the hood, only hearts torn
love letters to the innocent and unborn
all the babies that died up on the table
wasn’t able to breathe cause the family wasn’t able
can’t blame her, i would do the same
all i could give it was my debt and my last name
cause in the game things change
living up and down
this hard life got me walking with my head down
flashing frowns wasn’t meant to be, was i wrong?
but i’ll never get to know so i carry on
it’s written for the young and dumb
that wasn’t warned
my words to my first born
feel me
words to my first born
these are the words to my first born
hey nigga talk to your boy
talk to your seed nigga...
[verse 3 - above the law]
2000 somethin somethin
it’s a new era
a nigga’s too real
i see shit too clear
see theres more than just a skrilla in this tilt nigga
(what else is it dogg?)
the velvet and the silk
and making sure my kittens got they milk
now to fill this mattress
now my kids know i’m at this, hood tactics
black must roll, hood stroll
ain’t no question nigga
above the law, hustla
if you late with the chips
homie we’ll handle ya...
although we never take advantage
though we always in the air thang
by all means, stack green, gangsta lean
they say money make the world go round
so only associate yourself with paper chasers
and niggas thats truly down
and keep god first
and give thanks for the good times
cause when this really hurts
it’s playa hataz that be callin you hit
touchin her tits, held her dick
trying to get you for your grip
i know you stressed out and fed up
but come out gun blazing and keep your head up
you can call it what you want to, but it ain’t gon’ change
above the law, 2 pac
old g’s in this rap game
and we done lived a long, hard life
and we done shed so many tears under these bright lights
ya’ll, although we grew up, corrupted this storm
we still got a lot of wisdom to give to our first born
[2pac talking]
you gonna tell yo kids nigga, who was you?
what was you doing?
how did you put it down?
hmmhh..
this my words to my muthafuckin first born
so a nigga know
you know what i mean?
hahaha
ain’t nothing but a muthafuckin rider
west side til i die
thats all it was
its a crooked ass hand they deal a muthafucker
i just played to win
i just played to win
muthafucker gotta bet against the odds
you know what i mean?
roll those muthafuckin dice
sometimes you hit 7, 11, sometimes....
2pac’ın "until the end of time" albümünden süper bir şarkı...
nigga westside
westside in this muthafucka
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
[verse 1 - tupac]
can’t nobody stop us when were blunted up and swervin
packed in a suburban
screamin outlaw
runnin on the curb
they never try me
cause right behind me a killer team
i give the word cut the head off a nigga like a guillotine
this hennessey will keep me calm though
sittin in the back of a club tradin convo
livin like a don in my own mind
sittin with kadafi nigga watch me with the chrome 9
all the time drinkin champagne
walk throught the crowd let the tramps hang
niggas play a hate but do a damned thang
picture me doin 80
down a one way
stuck in the trunk caught in gunplay
so i gotta keep my eyes open gettin high
wondering why we gotta die smokin, my alibi
like they gonna find me in the mark for death
spending my nights like it’s the last one left
i’m an outlaw
[chrous]
am i wrong
the one to get it goin on
the last to leave
til’ i see everybody’s gone
i’m at the bar u could catch me
hands full of liquor
puffin on the sweetest swisher
cause i’m the last one left
tell me am i wrong
the one to get it goin on
the last to leave
til’ i see everybody’s gone
i’m at the bar u could catch me
hands full of liquor
puffin on the sweetest swisher
cause i’m the last one left
[verse 2 - napoleon]
i got my back against the wall
gat chillen by my balls
why they tryin to rule this nigga thats only 5’6’’ tall
the police only know that we outlaws
fuck fair
better strap down to the fullest cause we dont care
thug passion all up in me
feelin like i drunk some heny
it aint easy im tryin to make a dollar out of 2 pennys
war we got these rap niggas
wanna pull thier gat niggas
only got my side
cause they think pac died nigga
blast niggas with our tech
takin showers in our vests
pac come and catch reak nigga we the last one left
[verse 3 - tupac]
it be my only zone
inside my own dome
fresh out of jail
it was hell
but i’m finally home
lookin for niggas that was woofin that shit when i was locked back
hands on the pump make em jump when it cocked back
fuck em all they bitches inside a world of weak
bitch niggas be afraid to speak
be the last ones left
[chorus]
tell me am i wrong
the one to get it goin on
the last to leave
til’ i see everybody’s gone
i’m at the bar u could catch me
hands full of liquor
puffin on the sweetest swisher
cause i’m the last one left
tell me am i wrong
the one to get it goin on
the last to leave
til’ i see everybody’s gone
i’m at the bar u could catch me
hands full of liquor
puffin on the sweetest swisher
cause i’m the last one left
[verse 4 - kastro]
i eat and sleep the worst shit
cursed from birth
me and my team
super supreme
puttin in work
im past stuck
drunk as a fuck
til it hurt
and ill call earl
screamin fuck the world
i got a bitch on the side want to be my wife
and wifey beeped me wanna know if she gonna see me tonight
and i know it aint right
but its the life i got
and thats until i see yak
and until i see pac
young noble i lost control
somebody hold me down
and if the world was a girl id stick my dick in the ground
fuck tha world
[tupac - outro]
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
outlaw in this muthafucka right here
outlawz in this muthafucka
uh
(censored?) in this muthafucka right here
(censored?) in this muthafucka
uh
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
(censored?) in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
outlaw in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
(censored?) in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
(censored?) in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
(censored?) in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
nigga westside
westside in this muthafucka
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
[verse 1 - tupac]
can’t nobody stop us when were blunted up and swervin
packed in a suburban
screamin outlaw
runnin on the curb
they never try me
cause right behind me a killer team
i give the word cut the head off a nigga like a guillotine
this hennessey will keep me calm though
sittin in the back of a club tradin convo
livin like a don in my own mind
sittin with kadafi nigga watch me with the chrome 9
all the time drinkin champagne
walk throught the crowd let the tramps hang
niggas play a hate but do a damned thang
picture me doin 80
down a one way
stuck in the trunk caught in gunplay
so i gotta keep my eyes open gettin high
wondering why we gotta die smokin, my alibi
like they gonna find me in the mark for death
spending my nights like it’s the last one left
i’m an outlaw
[chrous]
am i wrong
the one to get it goin on
the last to leave
til’ i see everybody’s gone
i’m at the bar u could catch me
hands full of liquor
puffin on the sweetest swisher
cause i’m the last one left
tell me am i wrong
the one to get it goin on
the last to leave
til’ i see everybody’s gone
i’m at the bar u could catch me
hands full of liquor
puffin on the sweetest swisher
cause i’m the last one left
[verse 2 - napoleon]
i got my back against the wall
gat chillen by my balls
why they tryin to rule this nigga thats only 5’6’’ tall
the police only know that we outlaws
fuck fair
better strap down to the fullest cause we dont care
thug passion all up in me
feelin like i drunk some heny
it aint easy im tryin to make a dollar out of 2 pennys
war we got these rap niggas
wanna pull thier gat niggas
only got my side
cause they think pac died nigga
blast niggas with our tech
takin showers in our vests
pac come and catch reak nigga we the last one left
[verse 3 - tupac]
it be my only zone
inside my own dome
fresh out of jail
it was hell
but i’m finally home
lookin for niggas that was woofin that shit when i was locked back
hands on the pump make em jump when it cocked back
fuck em all they bitches inside a world of weak
bitch niggas be afraid to speak
be the last ones left
[chorus]
tell me am i wrong
the one to get it goin on
the last to leave
til’ i see everybody’s gone
i’m at the bar u could catch me
hands full of liquor
puffin on the sweetest swisher
cause i’m the last one left
tell me am i wrong
the one to get it goin on
the last to leave
til’ i see everybody’s gone
i’m at the bar u could catch me
hands full of liquor
puffin on the sweetest swisher
cause i’m the last one left
[verse 4 - kastro]
i eat and sleep the worst shit
cursed from birth
me and my team
super supreme
puttin in work
im past stuck
drunk as a fuck
til it hurt
and ill call earl
screamin fuck the world
i got a bitch on the side want to be my wife
and wifey beeped me wanna know if she gonna see me tonight
and i know it aint right
but its the life i got
and thats until i see yak
and until i see pac
young noble i lost control
somebody hold me down
and if the world was a girl id stick my dick in the ground
fuck tha world
[tupac - outro]
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
outlaw in this muthafucka right here
outlawz in this muthafucka
uh
(censored?) in this muthafucka right here
(censored?) in this muthafucka
uh
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
westside in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
(censored?) in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
outlaw in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
(censored?) in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
(censored?) in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
(censored?) in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
in this muthafucka right here
westside in this muthafucka
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old switcharoo ass bitch made mother fuckers
just because i can bitch
outlaw nigga, westside, throw it up, yeah
used to have love for me. but why you turning on me?
why me?
westside, how you do it?
[verse 1]
i went from, nothing to something now they all wanna see me fallin’
playa hatas hate to see a thug nigga ballin’
they say we hate the east coast, but that’s funny, got a lotta love for any nigga gettin money
i made a song about my enemies and niggaz tripped
it was hip-hip until tupac fucked biggie’s bitch
y’all niggaz hypocrites your bitch made
now either love me or hate me, but real thug niggaz get paid
had me catching cases all across the nation
i went from jail to bail to barely on probation
they got a player facing three strikes, and we might, just blast
god bless the child that can get cash
with all these niggaz turning they’ll never learn
got a long line of niggaz playa hatin’ me for spittin’ words
talk a lot of shit but you’se a trick in drag
like the mac made you fall back and stick your ass, for back stabbing
[chorus]
why you wanna turn on me?
never thought you would backstab me
(why y’all turning on me?)
when you niggaz see me you flee
cause i’m a t-h with the u-g
why you wanna turn on me?
never thought you would backstab me
when you niggaz see me you flee
(yeah nigga)
cause i’m a t-h with the u-g
[verse 2]
it, started so innocent but ended in the 5th precinct
a bunch of juvenile delinquents, we still decent
playing catching kiss, you was dissing the herbs
fuck school we was skipping drinking drinking 5th on the curb
me and you, no closer two, while drinking brew
what you need nigga? anything at all come to me nigga
you can wear my clothes and my gold for the hoes
gave you the keys to the jeep, offered my home as an open door
but then you picked a new direction, in the blink of an eye
my time away just made perfection, you think i’d die?
never got a single visit yet i carry on
all my old friends too busy now my money gone
tell i got raped in jail, picture that, revenge is a pay back bitch
(laughing)
get your gat
fuck (censored - wendy williams) and i pray that
ya choke on the next dick down your throat
for turning on me
[chorus]
why you wanna turn on me?
never thought you would backstab me
(why y’all turning on me? why me?)
when you niggaz see me you flee
cause i’m a t-h-u-g
why you wanna turn on me?
never thought you would backstab me
when you niggaz see me you flee
cause i’m a t-h-u-g
[tupac talking]
i’ll put jenny craig on your fat ass you fat troll
anybody ever seen (censored - wendy williams) fat ass?
why you always wearin’ spandex you fat bitch? i know your pussy stink
you fat ho
i’m puttin jenny craig on you bitch
i’m bout to put a twenty thousand dollar hit, through jenny craig
to come find your ass and put you in a fat farm you fat bitch
thuglife, outlaw, westside, bitch, it’s tupac so you know who said it
if everybody did like what i said about that other trick and mobb deep
fuck you too nigga
if a nigga didn’t wanna get talked about, he shouldn’t of stepped in the fucking ring
if tyson don’t wanna get knocked out, he don’t step in the fucking ring
that’s how this shit go
when tyson get in the ring, he knock mother fucka’s out
well that’s what tupac gon ’do
when niggaz come against me, i’ma knock they punk ass out
one way or the mother fucking other
this old mother fucking nigga in the south told me nigga
there’s more than one way to skin a cat
there’s more than one way to shoot a gat
there’s more than one way to die nigga
when i’m though, everybody cry nigga
this is how we do it
[chorus]
why you wanna turn on me?
never thought you would backstab me
(why y’all turning on me? why me?)
when you niggaz see me you flee
cause i’m a t-h-u-g
why you wanna turn on me?
never thought you would backstab me
when you niggaz see me you flee
cause i’m a t-h-u-g
(fuck you too nigga!)
(laughing)
old switcharoo ass bitch made mother fuckers
just because i can bitch
outlaw nigga, westside, throw it up, yeah
used to have love for me. but why you turning on me?
why me?
westside, how you do it?
[verse 1]
i went from, nothing to something now they all wanna see me fallin’
playa hatas hate to see a thug nigga ballin’
they say we hate the east coast, but that’s funny, got a lotta love for any nigga gettin money
i made a song about my enemies and niggaz tripped
it was hip-hip until tupac fucked biggie’s bitch
y’all niggaz hypocrites your bitch made
now either love me or hate me, but real thug niggaz get paid
had me catching cases all across the nation
i went from jail to bail to barely on probation
they got a player facing three strikes, and we might, just blast
god bless the child that can get cash
with all these niggaz turning they’ll never learn
got a long line of niggaz playa hatin’ me for spittin’ words
talk a lot of shit but you’se a trick in drag
like the mac made you fall back and stick your ass, for back stabbing
[chorus]
why you wanna turn on me?
never thought you would backstab me
(why y’all turning on me?)
when you niggaz see me you flee
cause i’m a t-h with the u-g
why you wanna turn on me?
never thought you would backstab me
when you niggaz see me you flee
(yeah nigga)
cause i’m a t-h with the u-g
[verse 2]
it, started so innocent but ended in the 5th precinct
a bunch of juvenile delinquents, we still decent
playing catching kiss, you was dissing the herbs
fuck school we was skipping drinking drinking 5th on the curb
me and you, no closer two, while drinking brew
what you need nigga? anything at all come to me nigga
you can wear my clothes and my gold for the hoes
gave you the keys to the jeep, offered my home as an open door
but then you picked a new direction, in the blink of an eye
my time away just made perfection, you think i’d die?
never got a single visit yet i carry on
all my old friends too busy now my money gone
tell i got raped in jail, picture that, revenge is a pay back bitch
(laughing)
get your gat
fuck (censored - wendy williams) and i pray that
ya choke on the next dick down your throat
for turning on me
[chorus]
why you wanna turn on me?
never thought you would backstab me
(why y’all turning on me? why me?)
when you niggaz see me you flee
cause i’m a t-h-u-g
why you wanna turn on me?
never thought you would backstab me
when you niggaz see me you flee
cause i’m a t-h-u-g
[tupac talking]
i’ll put jenny craig on your fat ass you fat troll
anybody ever seen (censored - wendy williams) fat ass?
why you always wearin’ spandex you fat bitch? i know your pussy stink
you fat ho
i’m puttin jenny craig on you bitch
i’m bout to put a twenty thousand dollar hit, through jenny craig
to come find your ass and put you in a fat farm you fat bitch
thuglife, outlaw, westside, bitch, it’s tupac so you know who said it
if everybody did like what i said about that other trick and mobb deep
fuck you too nigga
if a nigga didn’t wanna get talked about, he shouldn’t of stepped in the fucking ring
if tyson don’t wanna get knocked out, he don’t step in the fucking ring
that’s how this shit go
when tyson get in the ring, he knock mother fucka’s out
well that’s what tupac gon ’do
when niggaz come against me, i’ma knock they punk ass out
one way or the mother fucking other
this old mother fucking nigga in the south told me nigga
there’s more than one way to skin a cat
there’s more than one way to shoot a gat
there’s more than one way to die nigga
when i’m though, everybody cry nigga
this is how we do it
[chorus]
why you wanna turn on me?
never thought you would backstab me
(why y’all turning on me? why me?)
when you niggaz see me you flee
cause i’m a t-h-u-g
why you wanna turn on me?
never thought you would backstab me
when you niggaz see me you flee
cause i’m a t-h-u-g
(fuck you too nigga!)
(laughing)
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[verse 1]
this ain’t livin’
nigga, i hear even the smaller g’s be dipping chevy impala’s
while flossing they gold d’s, og’s, is who they follow
we swallow tomorrow’s seeds when we bleed it’s hollow
we breed violence and greed let them leave tomorrow
in time they gripping nine’s sippin wine, they raps
i be staring watching parents sacrifice they child
the love’s gone, a thugs home, with no love feeling so strong
make young boys into drug lords
now this one’s for adolescents now dos for dose
keep your friends by your side and enclose your foes
got three for johnny law trying to take my chips
i never pulled the trigger, i didn’t touched that bitch
throw your hands in the air, it’s a robbery
(censored - drop a cop?) thinkin’ pac would you ride with me?
let’s go see what our enemies talking bout
when g’s enter the house nobody’ walking out
this ain’t livin’
it’s similar of a prison we’re trapped
my homey jealous plus the tell us that they phones are tapped
i watch my back 24-7 and never let them bustas enter a g in ghetto heaven
you know, this is how it goes when we floss with flows
before we toss your hoe, it’ll cost you mo’
i do shows make a lotta dough murder my foes
but i would give it all up, if it would help you grow
this ain’t livin’
[chorus]
takes a life to make a life (takes a life)
livin in the world of crime tonight (takes a life)
can’t find a better way to pray for you
this ain’t livin’ i gotta do what i gotta do
this ain’t livin’
takes a life to make a life (takes a life)
livin in the world of crime tonight (takes a life)
can’t find a better way to pray for you
this ain’t livin’ i gotta do what i gotta do
[verse 2]
hm
gun fire is produced at alarming rates
today’s youth equipped to shoot, give the coroner a break
it takes a nation of millions, if we intend to stop the killing
just search your feelings, to participate is to be a villian
they our seeds and when they bleed we bleed
that’s what becomes of lonely children, they turn to g’s
heavenly father can you rescue, my young nation, rest the lord will protect you
respect due, not a threat as i step in blue
and check those that oppose when i froze them fools and who are you
to watch me fall farther, i disappear, reappear as the (censored - holy father?)
follow me now, skipping class, and living fast, will get your ass
stuck in the pen, doing life plus 10, young brother pump your brakes for me
before you choke why don’t you soak up some game from your big homey
this ain’t livin, we givin you jewels, use them as tools
explode on the industry and fade them fools
you know the rules gotta be a rider, you can run the red lights but read the street signs, hey
this for all a y’all that keep on raising hell put a pistol in your hand an let ya fade yourself
it ain’t right, whatcha put your mama through, young g
gotta change your life, take the game from me
this ain’t livin’
[chorus] 4x
[verse 1]
this ain’t livin’
nigga, i hear even the smaller g’s be dipping chevy impala’s
while flossing they gold d’s, og’s, is who they follow
we swallow tomorrow’s seeds when we bleed it’s hollow
we breed violence and greed let them leave tomorrow
in time they gripping nine’s sippin wine, they raps
i be staring watching parents sacrifice they child
the love’s gone, a thugs home, with no love feeling so strong
make young boys into drug lords
now this one’s for adolescents now dos for dose
keep your friends by your side and enclose your foes
got three for johnny law trying to take my chips
i never pulled the trigger, i didn’t touched that bitch
throw your hands in the air, it’s a robbery
(censored - drop a cop?) thinkin’ pac would you ride with me?
let’s go see what our enemies talking bout
when g’s enter the house nobody’ walking out
this ain’t livin’
it’s similar of a prison we’re trapped
my homey jealous plus the tell us that they phones are tapped
i watch my back 24-7 and never let them bustas enter a g in ghetto heaven
you know, this is how it goes when we floss with flows
before we toss your hoe, it’ll cost you mo’
i do shows make a lotta dough murder my foes
but i would give it all up, if it would help you grow
this ain’t livin’
[chorus]
takes a life to make a life (takes a life)
livin in the world of crime tonight (takes a life)
can’t find a better way to pray for you
this ain’t livin’ i gotta do what i gotta do
this ain’t livin’
takes a life to make a life (takes a life)
livin in the world of crime tonight (takes a life)
can’t find a better way to pray for you
this ain’t livin’ i gotta do what i gotta do
[verse 2]
hm
gun fire is produced at alarming rates
today’s youth equipped to shoot, give the coroner a break
it takes a nation of millions, if we intend to stop the killing
just search your feelings, to participate is to be a villian
they our seeds and when they bleed we bleed
that’s what becomes of lonely children, they turn to g’s
heavenly father can you rescue, my young nation, rest the lord will protect you
respect due, not a threat as i step in blue
and check those that oppose when i froze them fools and who are you
to watch me fall farther, i disappear, reappear as the (censored - holy father?)
follow me now, skipping class, and living fast, will get your ass
stuck in the pen, doing life plus 10, young brother pump your brakes for me
before you choke why don’t you soak up some game from your big homey
this ain’t livin, we givin you jewels, use them as tools
explode on the industry and fade them fools
you know the rules gotta be a rider, you can run the red lights but read the street signs, hey
this for all a y’all that keep on raising hell put a pistol in your hand an let ya fade yourself
it ain’t right, whatcha put your mama through, young g
gotta change your life, take the game from me
this ain’t livin’
[chorus] 4x
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yo c’mon man, what do you mean you don’t wanna ride with me nigga
c’mon, get in the car, get in the fucking car man
heh, you say you scared to ride in my car cause you think mother fuckas are gonna be blasting at it
c’mon, get in the car, get in the fucking car man
c’mon, get in the car, get in the fucking car
c’mon, get in the car, get in the car
[chorus]
you don’t have to worry you can ride with me now
nigga’s will put the scream ride or die for me now
only got one click, they outlawz on the row
fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
[verse 1 - tupac]
repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes
no love shown get disposed of blasted full blown
my unknown tendencies to mash my car
getting wicked with my ski-mask find the stash and dump
why niggaz run i’m the last one standing the rest died
victims of my lethal chrome, can it, westside
though it’s world wide no one can deny my views
tragic to my very fabric once the plastic blew
five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
niggaz die by me orders when i wrote this shit
though we go back like wild nights and latin quarters
niggaz tried to kill me, and i fed their wife and they daughters
blazed the weed, trained they seeds, gave them cash
pass the fame and let the game go rolling past
why you change it’s a cold world taught me like
retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right
say they shot me in my nuts, i don’t rush with it
bullshit nigga cause i’m still fucking your bitch
niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change?
fuck with me, all this shit pay
nigga fuck the fame
[young noble]
remember hit em up, don’t make us do it once more
you niggas know, you ain’t fucking with them outlawz
we key souljahs, souljah from compton to brooklyn
we’re the type to get sniped, when the cops is looking
don’t nobody give a fuck cause you done crossed the game
lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame
you made your bed nigga lay in it
scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it
it’s not a game we only got one click we outlawz from the door
dirty stains when i fuck on the floor, kissin the floor
we dirty as the mother fucking streetz of jers’
we sweep niggaz with the words so the heat’s referred
holla
[chorus]
you don’t have to worry you can ride with me now
nigga’s will put the scream ride or die for me now
only got one click, they outlawz on the row
fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
let them punks know
[e.d.i]
i wish i was in the mother fucking car wit’cha
i’d have took every bullet that threw had a guard nigga
i only got one click, outlawz till i’m gone
heavy in the game and we coming for they fucking dome
love is gone well it is what it is
and plotting on us, they must be prayin’ for they kids man
you don’t have to worry cause i ride for ya
like k said over loyal even tell ride or die for ya
you put me in the game and dog i owe it all to ya
and when it get to popping i’m a fucking ball for ya
and everything i do i’m a hang your names on it
i’ll never let them forget i put my seeds on it
[napoleon]
gonna die before your time come face the truth
in the middle of the desert nigga lace your boots
as a youth, under proof, tap my chest, there’s a dead rest
you studio gangsta’s better find your vest
why the fuck you ain’t done yet swallow your teeth
and to feel you in a bentley, you stroll when you eat
fuck a glock nine that shit is weak on the street
and if you can’t strategize then you just can’t eat
if your life in another niggaz hand you dead
and if there’s beef, tell your man, there’s a plan so don’t sweat it
another fake nigga using my strength to get great
i mean your ?face might not be scared but your heartbeat said it, thank you
[chorus]
you don’t have to worry you can ride with me now
nigga’s will put the scream ride or die for me now
only got one click, they outlawz on the row
fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
let them punks know
[kastro]
i was born ugly, unlucky and dusty
but now i’m a ridah, connive and gutsy
and i don’t trust nobody, so don’t nobody trust me
and that’s how i’ma go about it till somebody bust me
i play for keeps like the og’s raised me
if i sleep i won’t eat, who gonna feed my baby?
and i think i’m going crazy cause my air is getting thinner
drinking on the daily, alcohol can’t remember
i got bad nerves, paranoid and destroyed me
i love the lord so the church can’t kill me
i sleep light i wake peeking out my window
guns under my mattress and guns under my pillow
and that’s the way it’s gonna be till they bury me
but don’t twist it cause none of you niggas worry me
what the fuck you didn’t know?
killa-kastro, young noble with the criminal flow
you nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt
these niggas can’t fade me with the clip, uhhh
we put it down, look around, until we find you
what now? penitentiary bound, to remind you
[kadafi]
kadafi i bring the jingle to the click, tastey like a pringle
sneaking through your chimney like kris cringle on some shit
give me fee and let me eyes twinkle, plinko plow
i been a thug shootin’ slugs since a child
[chorus]
you don’t have to worry you can ride with me now
nigga’s will put the scream ride or die for me now
only got one click, they outlawz on the row
fair exchange when we fuck these hoes
let them punks know
let them punks know 3x
yo c’mon man, what do you mean you don’t wanna ride with me nigga
c’mon, get in the car, get in the fucking car man
heh, you say you scared to ride in my car cause you think mother fuckas are gonna be blasting at it
c’mon, get in the car, get in the fucking car man
c’mon, get in the car, get in the fucking car
c’mon, get in the car, get in the car
[chorus]
you don’t have to worry you can ride with me now
nigga’s will put the scream ride or die for me now
only got one click, they outlawz on the row
fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
[verse 1 - tupac]
repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes
no love shown get disposed of blasted full blown
my unknown tendencies to mash my car
getting wicked with my ski-mask find the stash and dump
why niggaz run i’m the last one standing the rest died
victims of my lethal chrome, can it, westside
though it’s world wide no one can deny my views
tragic to my very fabric once the plastic blew
five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
niggaz die by me orders when i wrote this shit
though we go back like wild nights and latin quarters
niggaz tried to kill me, and i fed their wife and they daughters
blazed the weed, trained they seeds, gave them cash
pass the fame and let the game go rolling past
why you change it’s a cold world taught me like
retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right
say they shot me in my nuts, i don’t rush with it
bullshit nigga cause i’m still fucking your bitch
niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change?
fuck with me, all this shit pay
nigga fuck the fame
[young noble]
remember hit em up, don’t make us do it once more
you niggas know, you ain’t fucking with them outlawz
we key souljahs, souljah from compton to brooklyn
we’re the type to get sniped, when the cops is looking
don’t nobody give a fuck cause you done crossed the game
lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame
you made your bed nigga lay in it
scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it
it’s not a game we only got one click we outlawz from the door
dirty stains when i fuck on the floor, kissin the floor
we dirty as the mother fucking streetz of jers’
we sweep niggaz with the words so the heat’s referred
holla
[chorus]
you don’t have to worry you can ride with me now
nigga’s will put the scream ride or die for me now
only got one click, they outlawz on the row
fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
let them punks know
[e.d.i]
i wish i was in the mother fucking car wit’cha
i’d have took every bullet that threw had a guard nigga
i only got one click, outlawz till i’m gone
heavy in the game and we coming for they fucking dome
love is gone well it is what it is
and plotting on us, they must be prayin’ for they kids man
you don’t have to worry cause i ride for ya
like k said over loyal even tell ride or die for ya
you put me in the game and dog i owe it all to ya
and when it get to popping i’m a fucking ball for ya
and everything i do i’m a hang your names on it
i’ll never let them forget i put my seeds on it
[napoleon]
gonna die before your time come face the truth
in the middle of the desert nigga lace your boots
as a youth, under proof, tap my chest, there’s a dead rest
you studio gangsta’s better find your vest
why the fuck you ain’t done yet swallow your teeth
and to feel you in a bentley, you stroll when you eat
fuck a glock nine that shit is weak on the street
and if you can’t strategize then you just can’t eat
if your life in another niggaz hand you dead
and if there’s beef, tell your man, there’s a plan so don’t sweat it
another fake nigga using my strength to get great
i mean your ?face might not be scared but your heartbeat said it, thank you
[chorus]
you don’t have to worry you can ride with me now
nigga’s will put the scream ride or die for me now
only got one click, they outlawz on the row
fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
let them punks know
[kastro]
i was born ugly, unlucky and dusty
but now i’m a ridah, connive and gutsy
and i don’t trust nobody, so don’t nobody trust me
and that’s how i’ma go about it till somebody bust me
i play for keeps like the og’s raised me
if i sleep i won’t eat, who gonna feed my baby?
and i think i’m going crazy cause my air is getting thinner
drinking on the daily, alcohol can’t remember
i got bad nerves, paranoid and destroyed me
i love the lord so the church can’t kill me
i sleep light i wake peeking out my window
guns under my mattress and guns under my pillow
and that’s the way it’s gonna be till they bury me
but don’t twist it cause none of you niggas worry me
what the fuck you didn’t know?
killa-kastro, young noble with the criminal flow
you nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt
these niggas can’t fade me with the clip, uhhh
we put it down, look around, until we find you
what now? penitentiary bound, to remind you
[kadafi]
kadafi i bring the jingle to the click, tastey like a pringle
sneaking through your chimney like kris cringle on some shit
give me fee and let me eyes twinkle, plinko plow
i been a thug shootin’ slugs since a child
[chorus]
you don’t have to worry you can ride with me now
nigga’s will put the scream ride or die for me now
only got one click, they outlawz on the row
fair exchange when we fuck these hoes
let them punks know
let them punks know 3x
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now i lay me down to sleep
i pray the lord my guns to keep
if i die before i wake
i pray the lord, my soul to take
as god as my witness
when thugz cry
sometimes it’s hard
[verse 1]
born thuggin’ and loving the way i came up
big money clutchin, busting while evading cocaine, bust my po’s rushing
semi-clutching into insanity, they shot at my cousin now we bustin’ at they whole family
the coppers wanna see me buried, i ain’t worried
i got a line on the da cause i’m fucking his secretary
i black out and start cussing, bust em and touch em all
they panic and bitches duck and i rush em and fuck em all
i’ll probably be an old man before i understand, why i had to live my life with pistols close at hand
kidnapped my homies sister, cut her face up bad, they even raped her so we blaze they pad
automatic shots rang out, on every block
they putting hits out on politicians even cops, i ain’t lyin’
they got me sleeping with my infrared beam
and in my dreams i hear mother fuckers screamin’, what is the meaning?
when thugz cry
[chorus]
oh why should you send your child off too die
in the streetz of chalk where they lie
and no thugz cry when thugz cry
dear god
oh why does it have to be this way, i
children of today won’t stay wise
let the children hear when thugz cry
dear god, alright
[verse 2]
maybe my addiction to friction got my buggin’
where is the love? never quit my ambition’s to thug
ain’t shed a tear since the old school years, of elementary
niggaz i used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries
still homey keep it real, how does it feel to lose your life over something that you did as a kid
you all alone, no communication, block on the phone
don’t get along with your pops, and plus your mom is gone
where did we go wrong?
i put my soul in this song, to help us grow in time
but now our minds is gone
we went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches
we went from welfare living, to world-wide riches
but something’s changed in this dirty game, everything’s strange
i lost all my homies over cocaine, man
see they asked me if i shed a tear, i ain’t lie
see you gotta get high or die
cause even thugz cry
[chorus]
[verse 3]
will i see if these paranoid bitches, illegal inventions
bustin’ mother fuckers with uppercuts, i leave em with dentures
cause in my criminal mind nobody violates the don,
i write your name on a piece of paper and now your family’s gone
while approach and shake like you can handle me team
so merciless in my attack it’ll take command of your dreams
leaving mother fuckers drowning in they own blood
clownin, taking pictures
later, laugh at them punk bitches, that turned snitches
regulate my area the terror i represent
make your people disappear, you wondering where they went
i am i cold or is it just i sold me soul
addicted to these streets to find true peace, i’m told
come take my body god, don’t let me suffer any longer
smoke a pound of marijuana so i know it ain’t long
where is the end to all my misery?
is there a close, i suppose that’s why i murder my foes
when thugz cry
i shed tattoo tears for years
my dead homeboyz and my in prison niggaz
y’all ain’t never heard my cries
now you wonder why would you die?
[chorus] 2x
now i lay me down to sleep
i pray the lord my guns to keep
if i die before i wake
i pray the lord, my soul to take
as god as my witness
when thugz cry
sometimes it’s hard
[verse 1]
born thuggin’ and loving the way i came up
big money clutchin, busting while evading cocaine, bust my po’s rushing
semi-clutching into insanity, they shot at my cousin now we bustin’ at they whole family
the coppers wanna see me buried, i ain’t worried
i got a line on the da cause i’m fucking his secretary
i black out and start cussing, bust em and touch em all
they panic and bitches duck and i rush em and fuck em all
i’ll probably be an old man before i understand, why i had to live my life with pistols close at hand
kidnapped my homies sister, cut her face up bad, they even raped her so we blaze they pad
automatic shots rang out, on every block
they putting hits out on politicians even cops, i ain’t lyin’
they got me sleeping with my infrared beam
and in my dreams i hear mother fuckers screamin’, what is the meaning?
when thugz cry
[chorus]
oh why should you send your child off too die
in the streetz of chalk where they lie
and no thugz cry when thugz cry
dear god
oh why does it have to be this way, i
children of today won’t stay wise
let the children hear when thugz cry
dear god, alright
[verse 2]
maybe my addiction to friction got my buggin’
where is the love? never quit my ambition’s to thug
ain’t shed a tear since the old school years, of elementary
niggaz i used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries
still homey keep it real, how does it feel to lose your life over something that you did as a kid
you all alone, no communication, block on the phone
don’t get along with your pops, and plus your mom is gone
where did we go wrong?
i put my soul in this song, to help us grow in time
but now our minds is gone
we went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches
we went from welfare living, to world-wide riches
but something’s changed in this dirty game, everything’s strange
i lost all my homies over cocaine, man
see they asked me if i shed a tear, i ain’t lie
see you gotta get high or die
cause even thugz cry
[chorus]
[verse 3]
will i see if these paranoid bitches, illegal inventions
bustin’ mother fuckers with uppercuts, i leave em with dentures
cause in my criminal mind nobody violates the don,
i write your name on a piece of paper and now your family’s gone
while approach and shake like you can handle me team
so merciless in my attack it’ll take command of your dreams
leaving mother fuckers drowning in they own blood
clownin, taking pictures
later, laugh at them punk bitches, that turned snitches
regulate my area the terror i represent
make your people disappear, you wondering where they went
i am i cold or is it just i sold me soul
addicted to these streets to find true peace, i’m told
come take my body god, don’t let me suffer any longer
smoke a pound of marijuana so i know it ain’t long
where is the end to all my misery?
is there a close, i suppose that’s why i murder my foes
when thugz cry
i shed tattoo tears for years
my dead homeboyz and my in prison niggaz
y’all ain’t never heard my cries
now you wonder why would you die?
[chorus] 2x
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tupac and lil’ mo
how gangsta is that ?
[tupac]
one, two
introduce you to a niggaz nature
heh heh
no need to cry now, go wipe your tears be a woman
why you acting surprised you saw the bullshit comin’
fake hair, fake nails, fake eyes too
so while you, bound to fuck with fake guys too
ain’t nothing hard about it why you looking sad should have thought about it
say you learn, i truly doubt it
i guess you got a problem with affection kind of loose with the love
getting freaky with the thug niggaz up in the club
ask to buy you a drink, you holler don perrion knowing i’m a cash getter
still i, remain calm
let you chill with me, plus you was smiling till the bill missing
that’s what you get for trying to dick me
miss me with that buy me this, buy me that, syndrome shit
bitch get a job if you wanna be rich
gettin mad cause i curse, then i scream i hate chu
introduce you to a niggaz nature
feel me
[chorus]
kiss the girls, made them cry, thug am i, and gettin high
i’m a gangsta, all the time, that’s a thugz nature
that’s a niggaz nature
though sometimes, i can deal with it i realize, that i’m feelin it
it’s a love and hate relationship, but that’s a thugs nature
[tupac]
i probably be nice at first, i let you kiss me when it hurts
me and you getting busy slang the dick in the dirt
met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it
see us toungue kissing, you was truely with it
little hennessey, ecstasy mixed with me
picture me pay for pussy, when the dicks for free
hey now, where my niggaz at, tell these hoes
before i pay, i’d jerk off, word to moses
visions of you sitting there sweaty and wet
putting, pointing to the places that you want me to hit
give me room, all up in the womb, call the cops
nigga, hitting walls, till them bastards drops
label me makaveli, thug nigga with pipes
living life like a rock star, friday night
make money, get pussy, always keep a pager
cell phone in the ride to complete my nature now
[chorus]
[tupac]
started as a seed from the semen
str8 out of poppas nuts
lustin’ for creamin’
bitches with big butts
curves make a nigga quiet, tipsy shit
when i’m locked down, begging you for porno flicks
sneak weed in, help a nigga pass the time, with my name tattooed so that ass is mine
tell everybody pac put it down for good, a local legend through the whole hood
follow me
i got a gun on me, going for none, on the run baby
you know a nigga need some, it’s for some crazy
why cry?
when i’ll be thugging till i die
picture a nigga up in heaven high off weed i fly
got me missing dead homies with them forties that died
hit the weed and hope it get me high
dear god
please understand my ways, living major
blessed with a thugs heart
and a real live nigga nature
[chorus] 4x
it ain’t my fault
hehe, q.d., where you be? ahh
don’t blame me, blame my mama, for making nature
[chorus]
tupac and lil’ mo
how gangsta is that ?
[tupac]
one, two
introduce you to a niggaz nature
heh heh
no need to cry now, go wipe your tears be a woman
why you acting surprised you saw the bullshit comin’
fake hair, fake nails, fake eyes too
so while you, bound to fuck with fake guys too
ain’t nothing hard about it why you looking sad should have thought about it
say you learn, i truly doubt it
i guess you got a problem with affection kind of loose with the love
getting freaky with the thug niggaz up in the club
ask to buy you a drink, you holler don perrion knowing i’m a cash getter
still i, remain calm
let you chill with me, plus you was smiling till the bill missing
that’s what you get for trying to dick me
miss me with that buy me this, buy me that, syndrome shit
bitch get a job if you wanna be rich
gettin mad cause i curse, then i scream i hate chu
introduce you to a niggaz nature
feel me
[chorus]
kiss the girls, made them cry, thug am i, and gettin high
i’m a gangsta, all the time, that’s a thugz nature
that’s a niggaz nature
though sometimes, i can deal with it i realize, that i’m feelin it
it’s a love and hate relationship, but that’s a thugs nature
[tupac]
i probably be nice at first, i let you kiss me when it hurts
me and you getting busy slang the dick in the dirt
met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it
see us toungue kissing, you was truely with it
little hennessey, ecstasy mixed with me
picture me pay for pussy, when the dicks for free
hey now, where my niggaz at, tell these hoes
before i pay, i’d jerk off, word to moses
visions of you sitting there sweaty and wet
putting, pointing to the places that you want me to hit
give me room, all up in the womb, call the cops
nigga, hitting walls, till them bastards drops
label me makaveli, thug nigga with pipes
living life like a rock star, friday night
make money, get pussy, always keep a pager
cell phone in the ride to complete my nature now
[chorus]
[tupac]
started as a seed from the semen
str8 out of poppas nuts
lustin’ for creamin’
bitches with big butts
curves make a nigga quiet, tipsy shit
when i’m locked down, begging you for porno flicks
sneak weed in, help a nigga pass the time, with my name tattooed so that ass is mine
tell everybody pac put it down for good, a local legend through the whole hood
follow me
i got a gun on me, going for none, on the run baby
you know a nigga need some, it’s for some crazy
why cry?
when i’ll be thugging till i die
picture a nigga up in heaven high off weed i fly
got me missing dead homies with them forties that died
hit the weed and hope it get me high
dear god
please understand my ways, living major
blessed with a thugs heart
and a real live nigga nature
[chorus] 4x
it ain’t my fault
hehe, q.d., where you be? ahh
don’t blame me, blame my mama, for making nature
[chorus]
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me and my closest road dawg nigga
(to my dog big mussolini)
big syke
(westside)
thug life baby
(outlaw)
the return of the mashes
you know how we do it
[verse 1 ]
hahaha
shit, half the times we ball cause trouble
my closest road dawg
it was cool cause i love ya, fuck what they talkin bout
let me take you back in time, rewind to 89, introduced me to this life of crime
but we was blind, little nappy head juvenilles living wild
no smiles on our faces, thirteen catching cases
indeed it was misery, driven by my own demons, cause they was killing me
how can i be sure i’ll be safe soon?
catching me dipping to the light, of the straight moon
it’s getting deeper now, let me get your mind right
fuck your enemies, nigga grip your nine tight
tonight’s the night
murder murder mister lucifer
pictures of the devil, duck when he shoot at ya
it’s all political, running from the future, escaping in the fog
life your life like a hog nigga
me and my closest road dawg
[chorus]
every ghetto got a cross walk
waiting on the side with my road dawgs
all alone in this scary place called home
take a second take a minute they all gone
every ghetto got a stop sign
can i trust in you my road dawg hold mine
even when i’m going through hard times
i still got my closest road dawgs looking out for all mine
[verse 2 ]
bring your artillery and role with a nigga
they could never take the soul of an m-o-b souljah nigga
cowards get rolled up, mob on em, makaveli
boy you’se a boss player
that’s all the bitches tell me
even if i died now, i live my life eternally and never lie down
why cry now?
?
? ain’t trying to hear it
evil spirits hide in total strangers, your life’s in danger
prepare nigga be aware, cause we ain’t scared
m-o-b till i die, when we ride, niggas disappear
fill them up with pistol smoke
never forget to blow a hole in his head for leaking information to the feds
the burning pad was the telling sign
two hired guns busting everyone, yelling everybody die
why the fuck they fuck around?
we left em in the fog bleeding like a stuck hog
me and my closest road dawg
[chorus]
[verse 3 ]
fuck they feelings, that’s what they get for squealing
the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous as drug dealing
see me in physical form, my niggaz swarm
take the figure of a circle, beating jealous niggaz till they purple
simon says take they heads homey
and send them phony mother fuckers to dwell with all they dead homies
? is for fake niggaz, observing shake
the only way to see 6 figures, is break niggaz
me and mussolini set the ride, ?we high
big bulldog got the alibi, homicide, ask us why
labeled a capo in a mob as big as the globe
to live and die as a million air on (censored - death row)
set to explode, my m.o., is kill em homey
my pistols like a disease, my enemies and foes
get murdered and disposed of, we in the fog
makaveli the don, and my closest road dawg
[chorus 2] 3x
me and my closest road dawg nigga
(to my dog big mussolini)
big syke
(westside)
thug life baby
(outlaw)
the return of the mashes
you know how we do it
[verse 1 ]
hahaha
shit, half the times we ball cause trouble
my closest road dawg
it was cool cause i love ya, fuck what they talkin bout
let me take you back in time, rewind to 89, introduced me to this life of crime
but we was blind, little nappy head juvenilles living wild
no smiles on our faces, thirteen catching cases
indeed it was misery, driven by my own demons, cause they was killing me
how can i be sure i’ll be safe soon?
catching me dipping to the light, of the straight moon
it’s getting deeper now, let me get your mind right
fuck your enemies, nigga grip your nine tight
tonight’s the night
murder murder mister lucifer
pictures of the devil, duck when he shoot at ya
it’s all political, running from the future, escaping in the fog
life your life like a hog nigga
me and my closest road dawg
[chorus]
every ghetto got a cross walk
waiting on the side with my road dawgs
all alone in this scary place called home
take a second take a minute they all gone
every ghetto got a stop sign
can i trust in you my road dawg hold mine
even when i’m going through hard times
i still got my closest road dawgs looking out for all mine
[verse 2 ]
bring your artillery and role with a nigga
they could never take the soul of an m-o-b souljah nigga
cowards get rolled up, mob on em, makaveli
boy you’se a boss player
that’s all the bitches tell me
even if i died now, i live my life eternally and never lie down
why cry now?
?
? ain’t trying to hear it
evil spirits hide in total strangers, your life’s in danger
prepare nigga be aware, cause we ain’t scared
m-o-b till i die, when we ride, niggas disappear
fill them up with pistol smoke
never forget to blow a hole in his head for leaking information to the feds
the burning pad was the telling sign
two hired guns busting everyone, yelling everybody die
why the fuck they fuck around?
we left em in the fog bleeding like a stuck hog
me and my closest road dawg
[chorus]
[verse 3 ]
fuck they feelings, that’s what they get for squealing
the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous as drug dealing
see me in physical form, my niggaz swarm
take the figure of a circle, beating jealous niggaz till they purple
simon says take they heads homey
and send them phony mother fuckers to dwell with all they dead homies
? is for fake niggaz, observing shake
the only way to see 6 figures, is break niggaz
me and mussolini set the ride, ?we high
big bulldog got the alibi, homicide, ask us why
labeled a capo in a mob as big as the globe
to live and die as a million air on (censored - death row)
set to explode, my m.o., is kill em homey
my pistols like a disease, my enemies and foes
get murdered and disposed of, we in the fog
makaveli the don, and my closest road dawg
[chorus 2] 3x
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thug life
microphone check
outlaw
microphone check
where you bitch niggaz coming from?
you don’t know?
look like you a seed, from makaveli the don
i can hear your style
you sound like makaveli the don, tupac, my nigga
so much trouble in the world nigga
these niggas can’t feel you
thug life
outlaw
forever
all you bitch niggas
the hardest nigga, to ever touch this microphone
got you bitch niggas trailin’ his tail
i don’t know if you’ll catch up
but yet and still
you trying nigga
keep trying nigga
thug life
outlaw
forever nigga
eternity
infinity
so remember
makaveli the don
cause thuglife, lives on
thug life
microphone check
outlaw
microphone check
where you bitch niggaz coming from?
you don’t know?
look like you a seed, from makaveli the don
i can hear your style
you sound like makaveli the don, tupac, my nigga
so much trouble in the world nigga
these niggas can’t feel you
thug life
outlaw
forever
all you bitch niggas
the hardest nigga, to ever touch this microphone
got you bitch niggas trailin’ his tail
i don’t know if you’ll catch up
but yet and still
you trying nigga
keep trying nigga
thug life
outlaw
forever nigga
eternity
infinity
so remember
makaveli the don
cause thuglife, lives on
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uhh ... world wide mob figgaz
world wide mob figga
(o-u-t-l-a-w-z)
world wide mob figgaz
(for real, for real)
world wide mob figgaz
check game little young punks
world wide mob figgaz
[edi]
what? uh, uh
put your hands up, rich niggaz throw the grands up
and what?
i got a plot to get what’s mine in the nine-nine
it’s my time mother fucker try to stop me busting nine-nines
wild ridahs all i see when i open up
baby girl fucking you now, before i blow up
you know what?
i seen your kind before, high saditty but really like it raw
in the closet like a ridah type of whore by the shore
not sure, of who to trick on but i’m collectin these vicks when i put the dick on her
o-u-t-l-a-w-z
fucking with a nigga living destructively, pump and pee tuckin t’s up in ?
when i jump on i’m trying to handle my business full grown
just soft niggaz, it’s getting crazy after dark, where the real thug niggaz see ya are?
we world wide mob figgaz
[young noble]
we got niggaz on the front line living it up
we got ladies in the back street giving it up
ain’t nothing but a thug thang (thug thang)
world wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang)
we got homies on the front line living it up
we got ladies in the back street giving it up
ain’t nothing but a thug thang (thug thang)
world wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang, nutz hang,)
world wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang, nutz hang,)
world wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang
[napoleon]
nigga duck down buck first, make ’em feel somethin
shouldn’t (?) if you ain’t kill nuttin
you didn’t kill me now you gotta face a young man got chrome heavily armed
outlawz did that, heavily gone
so we ride with what’s left us, the best of us
plus we wake up with our tech on us
we test yo’ nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the street
obey the rules of the ones who want beef we’ll eat
y’all niggaz weak in a motherfuckin way it’s so pitiful
i’ll leave you mother fuckers critical
we heard the slick shit you said on fucking too $hort tape
but you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave
that’s what you brave niggaz get for fucking with this
you had your chance to mob first you didn’t you missed
just switched to fake
napoleon be the mother fucker last nigga with the gat to break
the last of fate, earthquake aftershock, is what you got
fuckin with niggaz that give a damn about hip-hop
this how it go in our family
busting outlawz shit is what we stand for gradually
we world wide mob figgaz
[tupac talking]
world wide mother fucking mob figgaz
weed smoking, gun toting, drinking
riding on our mother fucking enemies
y’all know how we do it
a world wide mob figure
[young noble]
i be the young n-o to the b-l-e
last name o-u-t-l-a-w-z
m-a-r was for starters, flee the whole cartridge
your lady blew out the squad and the whold sausage
(?), hitting donuts in a six
sip coronas when we bendin the corner, brothers hit
urban legend, dirty third still reppin
still double-s to bum rush your session
i get as dirty as birt, you just a nigga in a skirt
drinkin squirt, punk duck, hit the dirt
sprint to the church that you got comin
outlawz on the ride picture god runnin
ain’t nuttin but a thug thang, bust your brains
pac passed the rock so we tucked the game
under our belt, we huntin the wealth, you fuckin yourself off
don’t you know not to go against the outlawz
[chorus]
world wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang..
world wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang..
[verse four: 2pac]
hey watch out man, look out
known for doin scandalous deeds, no handlin me
hypnotic to drugs it’s the straight thug nigga in me
i swoop down and cause havoc
my rapid delivery, is automatic lettin niggaz have it
i’ve been labelled as a thug nigga
since they don’t sell my shit to white folks
ship it to the drug dealers
and catch a catch a nigga world wide
a fuckin mob figga west coast, who-ride
when we rob niggaz money make my squad bigger
but we ain’t sell our souls
bustin on my enemies, murder my foes
at my shows i’m a nut, lights camera time for action
now get to clappin to my cuts, a world wide mob figga
[chorus]
[2pac ad libbing]
hey yo, get that mother fucker right there
hey yo, k, pull out man, that mother fucker and blast
yo mo, get over there, get over there
hey yo malc, get
bustin them mother fuckers
hey bust on them, bust on that nigga
hey yo yak, c’mon, fatal, lets get the fuck outta here
fuck them niggaz
west coast nigga, west coast
world wide mother fucking mob figgaz nigga
we thug life
nigga know what time it is
get the fuck out of here
any day, any day nigga, come on
hey come the fuck on
we out nigga, westside!!!
outlaw ridahs biatch!!!
uhh ... world wide mob figgaz
world wide mob figga
(o-u-t-l-a-w-z)
world wide mob figgaz
(for real, for real)
world wide mob figgaz
check game little young punks
world wide mob figgaz
[edi]
what? uh, uh
put your hands up, rich niggaz throw the grands up
and what?
i got a plot to get what’s mine in the nine-nine
it’s my time mother fucker try to stop me busting nine-nines
wild ridahs all i see when i open up
baby girl fucking you now, before i blow up
you know what?
i seen your kind before, high saditty but really like it raw
in the closet like a ridah type of whore by the shore
not sure, of who to trick on but i’m collectin these vicks when i put the dick on her
o-u-t-l-a-w-z
fucking with a nigga living destructively, pump and pee tuckin t’s up in ?
when i jump on i’m trying to handle my business full grown
just soft niggaz, it’s getting crazy after dark, where the real thug niggaz see ya are?
we world wide mob figgaz
[young noble]
we got niggaz on the front line living it up
we got ladies in the back street giving it up
ain’t nothing but a thug thang (thug thang)
world wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang)
we got homies on the front line living it up
we got ladies in the back street giving it up
ain’t nothing but a thug thang (thug thang)
world wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang, nutz hang,)
world wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang, nutz hang,)
world wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang
[napoleon]
nigga duck down buck first, make ’em feel somethin
shouldn’t (?) if you ain’t kill nuttin
you didn’t kill me now you gotta face a young man got chrome heavily armed
outlawz did that, heavily gone
so we ride with what’s left us, the best of us
plus we wake up with our tech on us
we test yo’ nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the street
obey the rules of the ones who want beef we’ll eat
y’all niggaz weak in a motherfuckin way it’s so pitiful
i’ll leave you mother fuckers critical
we heard the slick shit you said on fucking too $hort tape
but you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave
that’s what you brave niggaz get for fucking with this
you had your chance to mob first you didn’t you missed
just switched to fake
napoleon be the mother fucker last nigga with the gat to break
the last of fate, earthquake aftershock, is what you got
fuckin with niggaz that give a damn about hip-hop
this how it go in our family
busting outlawz shit is what we stand for gradually
we world wide mob figgaz
[tupac talking]
world wide mother fucking mob figgaz
weed smoking, gun toting, drinking
riding on our mother fucking enemies
y’all know how we do it
a world wide mob figure
[young noble]
i be the young n-o to the b-l-e
last name o-u-t-l-a-w-z
m-a-r was for starters, flee the whole cartridge
your lady blew out the squad and the whold sausage
(?), hitting donuts in a six
sip coronas when we bendin the corner, brothers hit
urban legend, dirty third still reppin
still double-s to bum rush your session
i get as dirty as birt, you just a nigga in a skirt
drinkin squirt, punk duck, hit the dirt
sprint to the church that you got comin
outlawz on the ride picture god runnin
ain’t nuttin but a thug thang, bust your brains
pac passed the rock so we tucked the game
under our belt, we huntin the wealth, you fuckin yourself off
don’t you know not to go against the outlawz
[chorus]
world wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang..
world wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang..
[verse four: 2pac]
hey watch out man, look out
known for doin scandalous deeds, no handlin me
hypnotic to drugs it’s the straight thug nigga in me
i swoop down and cause havoc
my rapid delivery, is automatic lettin niggaz have it
i’ve been labelled as a thug nigga
since they don’t sell my shit to white folks
ship it to the drug dealers
and catch a catch a nigga world wide
a fuckin mob figga west coast, who-ride
when we rob niggaz money make my squad bigger
but we ain’t sell our souls
bustin on my enemies, murder my foes
at my shows i’m a nut, lights camera time for action
now get to clappin to my cuts, a world wide mob figga
[chorus]
[2pac ad libbing]
hey yo, get that mother fucker right there
hey yo, k, pull out man, that mother fucker and blast
yo mo, get over there, get over there
hey yo malc, get
bustin them mother fuckers
hey bust on them, bust on that nigga
hey yo yak, c’mon, fatal, lets get the fuck outta here
fuck them niggaz
west coast nigga, west coast
world wide mother fucking mob figgaz nigga
we thug life
nigga know what time it is
get the fuck out of here
any day, any day nigga, come on
hey come the fuck on
we out nigga, westside!!!
outlaw ridahs biatch!!!
2pac’ın "until the end of time" albümünden bir şarkı...
[chorus 2x: 2pac]
m.o.b., nigga ’cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over bitches
[2pac]
thugs known to bust on sight
god bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin that thug life
been raised in violence homicide’s my lullaby
came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die
boss players you wonder why
i live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride
bitches and niggaz in penitentiary suits
i send ’em letters and money orders and make ’em my troops
as for you females, i got no time, i gotta get mine
you cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime
my time as a shorty was full of car chases
while runnin with john gotti’s and scarface’s
niggas knew, i’d be the don of my own crew
a million niggaz with automatics who swarm through
you wonder who shot me here’s a clue, stay alert
cause we comin’ for you, and keep it money over bitches
[chorus 2x: 2pac]
nigga ’cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over bitches
(keep it money over bitches)
nigga ’cause we mob on you tricks
m.o.b.
and you know we keep it money over bitches
[fatal]
i blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot ’til you drop
all you wannabe cops, you don’t wanna see shots
i beef deep with the police, peep what these streets do to me
actin all new to me i creep on you like puberty
you don’t wanna see the bad image of this scrimmage
from here to east greenwich through every state with a sentence
frozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
1 2’s we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
when i’m drinkin crystal, start thinkin ’bout al
bacardi coverin my body at the wink and a smile
bag a hottie or two, cause butter shotties for you
i got more bodies than drew, i drink (minoti anu?), fuck your crew
this type of shit i do for a petty hobby
fuck the whole world it’s fatal dog against everybody
[chorus 2x: 2pac]
m.o.b., nigga ’cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over bitches
[mopreme]
my shit’s phenomenal, droppin like domino
comin with the real yo and fuck what you feel yo
this is not for all the freaks in short skirts
this is for my niggaz nationwide doin work, get your feelings hurt
lose mo’ faith than a composure, money and the doja
bitches is a cobra with deadly venom
move as smooth as i get ’em, stackin g’s
my niggas crosstown got keys
hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over bitches
(nigga!)
[chorus 2x: 2pac]
m.o.b., nigga ’cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over bitches
[big syke]
i’m hittin sixteen switches, my money over bitches
the struggle continues i’ll miss you on my road to riches
i’m contrived to strive never laggin
disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flaggin
as i get ’em up and leave ’em stuck
pager blowin up but i don’t give a fuck
i’m fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin
loc’ers and smokers engaged twenty-fo’/seven
so what can you do for me and what can i do for you
but stay true, and do the things that we do
blinded evil-minded no option for my offspring
reminded can’t find it complications what the future brings
losin my mind why you sweatin me all the time
i’m caught in a bind, quality time on my grind
rather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitches
i’m ’bout my riches, money over bitches
[chorus 2x: 2pac]
m.o.b., nigga ’cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over bitches
[kadafi]
that’s from the time a nigga close his eyes i’m hopin, i hope he awoken
payin my own that’s tokin chokin off-a glocks smokin
money and power watch these bitches cause they skanless
gettin niggaz fucked ’n stuck from timbuk’ to los angeles
ain’t a nigga ruggeder than this grimy heine’ guzzler
cowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin ya
me and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin in flocks
deuce-deuce in my socks keepin a watch out for cops
gettin kicked, i keep my mind on my riches
while uncontrolled schemes keep me choosin my money over all my bitches
[chorus 4x: 2pac]
m.o.b., nigga ’cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over bitches
[2pac]
that’s right nigga
money over motherfuckin bitches
mob. on ’em nigga
keep your motherfuckin mind on your money, fuck these hoes
(thug life baby) you don’t need no motherfuckin bitches
you need some motherfuckin money
get your mind right nigga, keep your game tight
play right play by the rules and you’ll get paid fuck the fools
we up out of this bitch here
we gone
[e.d.i.]
biatch!
[chorus 2x: 2pac]
m.o.b., nigga ’cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over bitches
[2pac]
thugs known to bust on sight
god bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin that thug life
been raised in violence homicide’s my lullaby
came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die
boss players you wonder why
i live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride
bitches and niggaz in penitentiary suits
i send ’em letters and money orders and make ’em my troops
as for you females, i got no time, i gotta get mine
you cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime
my time as a shorty was full of car chases
while runnin with john gotti’s and scarface’s
niggas knew, i’d be the don of my own crew
a million niggaz with automatics who swarm through
you wonder who shot me here’s a clue, stay alert
cause we comin’ for you, and keep it money over bitches
[chorus 2x: 2pac]
nigga ’cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over bitches
(keep it money over bitches)
nigga ’cause we mob on you tricks
m.o.b.
and you know we keep it money over bitches
[fatal]
i blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot ’til you drop
all you wannabe cops, you don’t wanna see shots
i beef deep with the police, peep what these streets do to me
actin all new to me i creep on you like puberty
you don’t wanna see the bad image of this scrimmage
from here to east greenwich through every state with a sentence
frozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
1 2’s we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
when i’m drinkin crystal, start thinkin ’bout al
bacardi coverin my body at the wink and a smile
bag a hottie or two, cause butter shotties for you
i got more bodies than drew, i drink (minoti anu?), fuck your crew
this type of shit i do for a petty hobby
fuck the whole world it’s fatal dog against everybody
[chorus 2x: 2pac]
m.o.b., nigga ’cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over bitches
[mopreme]
my shit’s phenomenal, droppin like domino
comin with the real yo and fuck what you feel yo
this is not for all the freaks in short skirts
this is for my niggaz nationwide doin work, get your feelings hurt
lose mo’ faith than a composure, money and the doja
bitches is a cobra with deadly venom
move as smooth as i get ’em, stackin g’s
my niggas crosstown got keys
hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over bitches
(nigga!)
[chorus 2x: 2pac]
m.o.b., nigga ’cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over bitches
[big syke]
i’m hittin sixteen switches, my money over bitches
the struggle continues i’ll miss you on my road to riches
i’m contrived to strive never laggin
disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flaggin
as i get ’em up and leave ’em stuck
pager blowin up but i don’t give a fuck
i’m fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin
loc’ers and smokers engaged twenty-fo’/seven
so what can you do for me and what can i do for you
but stay true, and do the things that we do
blinded evil-minded no option for my offspring
reminded can’t find it complications what the future brings
losin my mind why you sweatin me all the time
i’m caught in a bind, quality time on my grind
rather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitches
i’m ’bout my riches, money over bitches
[chorus 2x: 2pac]
m.o.b., nigga ’cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over bitches
[kadafi]
that’s from the time a nigga close his eyes i’m hopin, i hope he awoken
payin my own that’s tokin chokin off-a glocks smokin
money and power watch these bitches cause they skanless
gettin niggaz fucked ’n stuck from timbuk’ to los angeles
ain’t a nigga ruggeder than this grimy heine’ guzzler
cowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin ya
me and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin in flocks
deuce-deuce in my socks keepin a watch out for cops
gettin kicked, i keep my mind on my riches
while uncontrolled schemes keep me choosin my money over all my bitches
[chorus 4x: 2pac]
m.o.b., nigga ’cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over bitches
[2pac]
that’s right nigga
money over motherfuckin bitches
mob. on ’em nigga
keep your motherfuckin mind on your money, fuck these hoes
(thug life baby) you don’t need no motherfuckin bitches
you need some motherfuckin money
get your mind right nigga, keep your game tight
play right play by the rules and you’ll get paid fuck the fools
we up out of this bitch here
we gone
[e.d.i.]
biatch!
2pac’ın 2001’de çıkan albümüne ismini veren şarkı...
perhaps i was addicted to the dark side
some where inside my childhood i missed 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 to pass
the hard times
can make a true friend afraid to ask
for currency
but you could run to me when you need me
i’ll never leave honestly, someone to believe in the shit we see
it’s a small thing through and true
what could i do?
real homies help you get through
and comin’ knew he’d do the same thang if he could
cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
and happy times we be actin’ up call the cops
bringin’ the 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]
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
till the end of time
please lord forgive me for my life of sin
my hard stare seem to scare all my sister’s kids
so you know, i don’t hang around the house much
this all night money makin’ got me outta touch, shit
ain’t flashed a smile in a long while
an unexpected birth worst of the ghetto child’s
my attitude got me walkin’ solo
ride out alone in my low-low
watchin’ the whole world move in slow mo
for quite times disappear listen to the ocean
smokin’ ports think my thoughts
then it’s back to coastin’
who can i trust in this cold world
my phony homey had a baby by my own girl
but i ain’t trippin’ i’m a playa
i ain’t sweatin’ him
i sex his sister had her mumbling like a mexican
his next of kin
no remorse it was meant to happen
besides rappin’ the only thing i did good was scrappin’
until the end of time
[chorus] 2x
ha ha
now who’s to say if i was right or wrong?
to life my life as an outlaw all alone
remain strong in this planet full of playa hatas
they conversate but death row full of demonstrators
and in the end drinkin’ hennessey made all my enemies envy me
so cold when i flow illuminatin’ easily
falls to they knees
they plead for they right to breathe
while beggin’ me to keep the peace
ha ha
well i can see close into achieve
in times of danger don’t freeze time to be a chief
follow my lead i supply everything you need
an ounce of game and the trainin’ to make a g
remember me as an outcast outlaw
another album out that’s what i’m about, more
gettin’ raw ’till the day i see my casket
buried as a g while the whole world remembers me
until the end of time
[chorus] 2x
if an angel comes down and takes me away
the memories of me
and my song’s will always stay
because i (i can fly, i can fly, i can fly)
’til the end of time
’til the end of time
maybe it’s the thug in me
perhaps i was addicted to the dark side
some where inside my childhood i missed 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 to pass
the hard times
can make a true friend afraid to ask
for currency
but you could run to me when you need me
i’ll never leave honestly, someone to believe in the shit we see
it’s a small thing through and true
what could i do?
real homies help you get through
and comin’ knew he’d do the same thang if he could
cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
and happy times we be actin’ up call the cops
bringin’ the 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]
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
till the end of time
please lord forgive me for my life of sin
my hard stare seem to scare all my sister’s kids
so you know, i don’t hang around the house much
this all night money makin’ got me outta touch, shit
ain’t flashed a smile in a long while
an unexpected birth worst of the ghetto child’s
my attitude got me walkin’ solo
ride out alone in my low-low
watchin’ the whole world move in slow mo
for quite times disappear listen to the ocean
smokin’ ports think my thoughts
then it’s back to coastin’
who can i trust in this cold world
my phony homey had a baby by my own girl
but i ain’t trippin’ i’m a playa
i ain’t sweatin’ him
i sex his sister had her mumbling like a mexican
his next of kin
no remorse it was meant to happen
besides rappin’ the only thing i did good was scrappin’
until the end of time
[chorus] 2x
ha ha
now who’s to say if i was right or wrong?
to life my life as an outlaw all alone
remain strong in this planet full of playa hatas
they conversate but death row full of demonstrators
and in the end drinkin’ hennessey made all my enemies envy me
so cold when i flow illuminatin’ easily
falls to they knees
they plead for they right to breathe
while beggin’ me to keep the peace
ha ha
well i can see close into achieve
in times of danger don’t freeze time to be a chief
follow my lead i supply everything you need
an ounce of game and the trainin’ to make a g
remember me as an outcast outlaw
another album out that’s what i’m about, more
gettin’ raw ’till the day i see my casket
buried as a g while the whole world remembers me
until the end of time
[chorus] 2x
if an angel comes down and takes me away
the memories of me
and my song’s will always stay
because i (i can fly, i can fly, i can fly)
’til the end of time
’til the end of time
maybe it’s the thug in me
2pac’ın "until the end of time" albümünden bir şarkı...
[2pac]
imagine if you could go back
actually talk to the muthafuckers that passed away
(hahaha)
and then the first muthafuckers that came in the slave ships
(excuse me, excuse me)
ya know...
[verse 1 - 2pac]
we back for everything you owe
no longer oppressed
cause now over throw those that placed us in this rotten mess
but lets agree on strategy and pick our enemies right
who stands accused of the abuse?
my own kind, to ride
pardon, not disregarding what you thinkin
but you must abandon ship
cause once i rip your hole, shit is sinking
supreme ideology, you claim to hold
claiming that we all drug dealers with empty souls
that used to tempt me to roll
commit to violence in the mist of an act of war
witnesses left silent, shoutin
black talents, style thoughts i throw
it remains in your brain, then of course it grows
maybe, even your babies can produce and rise
picture a life where black babies can survive past five
but we must have hope
quoting the reverend from the pope
but refuse to turn the other cheek
we must defeat the evil cobra
lace me with words of destruction and i’ll explode
but supply me with the will to survive and watch the world grow
this ain’t ’bout talkin ’bout problems, i’ll bring solutions
wisdom, restitution
stipulated through the constitution
you violated now i’m back to haunt your nights
listen to the screams of the lives you sacrificed
and in case you don’t know
ghetto born black seeds still grow
we coming back for everything you owe
[chorus]
i’m comin collectin the shit that belong to me
muthafuckers all runnin and duckin
(how do you plead, mr. shakur? how do you plead?)
i’m a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality
(how do i plead?)
(yes, sir, how do you plead?)
(shit, you know how i plead)
armed with missiles, guns, grenades, pull out the pin free
(c’mon!)
(shit...)
i’m coming (coming, coming)...
[verse 2 - 2pac]
not guilty on the grounds of insanity
it was them or me
bustin at my innocent family
say they lookin for keys
i was home alone, blind to the prelude
bustin, talking ’bout where is the quaaludes?
what you say fool?
where in the hell is the search warrant?
no feedback is what he uttered
before he screamed, nigga muthafucker
drop me to my knees, i proceed to bleed
suffering a rain of blows to my hands and knees
will i survive? is god watching?
i grab his gat and bust in self-defense, my only option
god damn, now they got me going to the county jail
and my family can’t pay this outrageous bail
try to offer me a deal
they told me if i squeal
move me and my people to a mansion in brazil
not me, so this is how it ends, no friends
i’ll be stressed and they just repossessed my benz
told the judge it was self-defense, he won’t listen
so i’m bumpin this in federal prison
givin everything i owe
[chorus - x2]
i’m comin collectin the shit that belong to me
muthafuckers all runnin and duckin
i’m a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality
armed with missiles, guns, grenades, pull out the pin free
i’m coming (coming, coming)...
[2pac]
imagine if you could go back
actually talk to the muthafuckers that passed away
(hahaha)
and then the first muthafuckers that came in the slave ships
(excuse me, excuse me)
ya know...
[verse 1 - 2pac]
we back for everything you owe
no longer oppressed
cause now over throw those that placed us in this rotten mess
but lets agree on strategy and pick our enemies right
who stands accused of the abuse?
my own kind, to ride
pardon, not disregarding what you thinkin
but you must abandon ship
cause once i rip your hole, shit is sinking
supreme ideology, you claim to hold
claiming that we all drug dealers with empty souls
that used to tempt me to roll
commit to violence in the mist of an act of war
witnesses left silent, shoutin
black talents, style thoughts i throw
it remains in your brain, then of course it grows
maybe, even your babies can produce and rise
picture a life where black babies can survive past five
but we must have hope
quoting the reverend from the pope
but refuse to turn the other cheek
we must defeat the evil cobra
lace me with words of destruction and i’ll explode
but supply me with the will to survive and watch the world grow
this ain’t ’bout talkin ’bout problems, i’ll bring solutions
wisdom, restitution
stipulated through the constitution
you violated now i’m back to haunt your nights
listen to the screams of the lives you sacrificed
and in case you don’t know
ghetto born black seeds still grow
we coming back for everything you owe
[chorus]
i’m comin collectin the shit that belong to me
muthafuckers all runnin and duckin
(how do you plead, mr. shakur? how do you plead?)
i’m a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality
(how do i plead?)
(yes, sir, how do you plead?)
(shit, you know how i plead)
armed with missiles, guns, grenades, pull out the pin free
(c’mon!)
(shit...)
i’m coming (coming, coming)...
[verse 2 - 2pac]
not guilty on the grounds of insanity
it was them or me
bustin at my innocent family
say they lookin for keys
i was home alone, blind to the prelude
bustin, talking ’bout where is the quaaludes?
what you say fool?
where in the hell is the search warrant?
no feedback is what he uttered
before he screamed, nigga muthafucker
drop me to my knees, i proceed to bleed
suffering a rain of blows to my hands and knees
will i survive? is god watching?
i grab his gat and bust in self-defense, my only option
god damn, now they got me going to the county jail
and my family can’t pay this outrageous bail
try to offer me a deal
they told me if i squeal
move me and my people to a mansion in brazil
not me, so this is how it ends, no friends
i’ll be stressed and they just repossessed my benz
told the judge it was self-defense, he won’t listen
so i’m bumpin this in federal prison
givin everything i owe
[chorus - x2]
i’m comin collectin the shit that belong to me
muthafuckers all runnin and duckin
i’m a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality
armed with missiles, guns, grenades, pull out the pin free
i’m coming (coming, coming)...
2pac’ın "until the end of time" albümünden bir şarkı...
hey c’mon jojo
it’s pac
yeah, that type of shit
you know what time it is
maybe it’s the thug in me
verse 1
by age thirteen i was buck wild
good at my knuckle game
made it through a tough childhood
never be the same
walked in my daddy’s shoes
no time to be a peaceful man
just shatter fools
that’s till i put my eyes on you
god damn sweetheart you got some thighs on you
now i can’t wait to get you home
get you all alone
in my bedroom baby can we bone?
and get it on?
tell me lady how you like me
and if you want it harder baby
come and bite me
but do it lightly
cause that excites me
and if you lick me right
i’ll do it all night
only got fucked by a drug dealer
never felt the real passion of a thug nigga
(ha ha)
though i like the way you scream when your loving me
i’m going deep its the thug in me
so what you saying girl...
[chorus]
thug nigga like me
need a thug lady like you
i got alotta thug in me (in me)
that i wanna put in you (put in you)
thug nigga like me
need a thug lady like you
i got alotta thug in me
that i wanna give to you, girl
verse 2
moan baby when we bone, its on
its so strong niggas in the next room will come
i got your head swinging
tongue kissing
as i hit it from the back
with the bed ringing
(ha ha)
give me space
as i lick your face
stick the place
synchronized so i grind when they kick the bass
love fucking in the morning
i get you wet and bust a sweat
then i’m gone
left you on your own
girl tell me what you feel like
blindfolded i’m cold doing real nice
that’s if it feel right
maybe its the thug in me
i pull your hair
while we fucking in the chair
when you loving me up against the wall
you can have it all
just try
bet my kiss, can get you high
don’t pass by
grab me by my nuts
when i’m loving you
now open up and let me put the thug in you
[chorus]
verse 3
say baby what’s your phone number?
be warned i’m like a storm with my own thunder
i make the room rumble
in and out
long stroke
hold your breath, now close your eyes deep throat
did you like it?
ew, i’m excited
cause it’s a party in my bedroom your invited
c’mon now let me see you shake your rump
tell me how long will it take to come?
having fun, do it one on one or we can all get involved
first ya’ll do me then i fuck ya’ll
when you call me the next day
to get sexed by a nigga in the best way
(ha ha ha)
yeah baby its a price to pay
only play in the fast lane
when you a hustler, mother fuck a cash game
i got you going wild, cause i’m loving you
drugged out with this mother fucking thug in you
[chorus]
i don’t wanna talk
i don’t want no explanation
i don’t got no mother fucking explanation, you know what i’m saying
it’s just the thug in me
you don’t be asking me why i’m i be pulling your hair
or why i fuck so mother fucking thuggy
it’s that thug passion, know what i mean?
no mercy
what you scared of ? (i ain’t scared)
didn’t you come over here to get fucked? (yeah)
you ain’t come over here to get stroking and all that bullshit
you came over here to get fucked
i fuck you thug style baby
you leave my house sayin’ tupac game served you
don’t have me crossed up in that bullshit (okay)
turn over (okay baby)
baby it’s the thug in me (yeah)
hey c’mon jojo
it’s pac
yeah, that type of shit
you know what time it is
maybe it’s the thug in me
verse 1
by age thirteen i was buck wild
good at my knuckle game
made it through a tough childhood
never be the same
walked in my daddy’s shoes
no time to be a peaceful man
just shatter fools
that’s till i put my eyes on you
god damn sweetheart you got some thighs on you
now i can’t wait to get you home
get you all alone
in my bedroom baby can we bone?
and get it on?
tell me lady how you like me
and if you want it harder baby
come and bite me
but do it lightly
cause that excites me
and if you lick me right
i’ll do it all night
only got fucked by a drug dealer
never felt the real passion of a thug nigga
(ha ha)
though i like the way you scream when your loving me
i’m going deep its the thug in me
so what you saying girl...
[chorus]
thug nigga like me
need a thug lady like you
i got alotta thug in me (in me)
that i wanna put in you (put in you)
thug nigga like me
need a thug lady like you
i got alotta thug in me
that i wanna give to you, girl
verse 2
moan baby when we bone, its on
its so strong niggas in the next room will come
i got your head swinging
tongue kissing
as i hit it from the back
with the bed ringing
(ha ha)
give me space
as i lick your face
stick the place
synchronized so i grind when they kick the bass
love fucking in the morning
i get you wet and bust a sweat
then i’m gone
left you on your own
girl tell me what you feel like
blindfolded i’m cold doing real nice
that’s if it feel right
maybe its the thug in me
i pull your hair
while we fucking in the chair
when you loving me up against the wall
you can have it all
just try
bet my kiss, can get you high
don’t pass by
grab me by my nuts
when i’m loving you
now open up and let me put the thug in you
[chorus]
verse 3
say baby what’s your phone number?
be warned i’m like a storm with my own thunder
i make the room rumble
in and out
long stroke
hold your breath, now close your eyes deep throat
did you like it?
ew, i’m excited
cause it’s a party in my bedroom your invited
c’mon now let me see you shake your rump
tell me how long will it take to come?
having fun, do it one on one or we can all get involved
first ya’ll do me then i fuck ya’ll
when you call me the next day
to get sexed by a nigga in the best way
(ha ha ha)
yeah baby its a price to pay
only play in the fast lane
when you a hustler, mother fuck a cash game
i got you going wild, cause i’m loving you
drugged out with this mother fucking thug in you
[chorus]
i don’t wanna talk
i don’t want no explanation
i don’t got no mother fucking explanation, you know what i’m saying
it’s just the thug in me
you don’t be asking me why i’m i be pulling your hair
or why i fuck so mother fucking thuggy
it’s that thug passion, know what i mean?
no mercy
what you scared of ? (i ain’t scared)
didn’t you come over here to get fucked? (yeah)
you ain’t come over here to get stroking and all that bullshit
you came over here to get fucked
i fuck you thug style baby
you leave my house sayin’ tupac game served you
don’t have me crossed up in that bullshit (okay)
turn over (okay baby)
baby it’s the thug in me (yeah)
2pac’ın "until the end of time" albümünden dehşet bir şarkı...
ha ha, niggas
fucking with the wrong nigga
my seductive introduction
be specific, still elusive
but exclusives what i give you when i kick it
and i’m still lifted
niggas can’t get with mr.wicked
picture me flipping
my adversaries getting the dick swiftly
niggas is swinging wild but they styles miss me
you can bring that bitch with your whole click
and still get treated shitty
business never personal, i’m up before the sun come up
i’m tired
just a ghetto star
a drop-top double r is what i’m riding
nigga if you was half the man your bitch was
bring your artillery
when you come for me cause we sick thugs
no hesitation when i pull and blast
cuz syke was busting
plus bo had em ducking screaming get they cash
so...
so now i got the law on me
my phones tapped, so i had to send word through my little homies
tell them niggas just be here when they pull the trigger
shit
this is what you get, for fucking with the wrong nigga
this is what you get when your
fucking with the wrong nigga
ha ha, yeah nigga
peep
before i lay me down to sleep, i pray
and thank the lord for giving me another fruitful day
i wanna be a peaceful man, but still
when niggas come for me, all i can see is getting em killed
for real, it’s how i feel
perfect my thoughts flowing on these reels
make my enemies deal with my steel, they caps peel
we still cool, but you played yourself
give em the mack and make em spray yourself
hey
falling legends, clutching chrome 3-5-7
putting two bullets to they dome
wanted to die in heaven
while calling shots nobody real as clear its me
ain’t trying to help the feds get a case for conspiracy
murder my foes, get disposed of
we all homies till the death
so my true niggas show me love
god forgive me for my lifestyle
a negative figure
but why they fucking with the wrong nigga?
you know, its like ...
why you fucking with the wrong nigga?
i was raised by thugs
schooled by killers
learned my mathematic skills from real drug dealers
tried to rise but they tried me
i guess they all had to die cause we tried peace
i die on these streets
blast till they recognize
still do or die
all my niggas getting high watching time fly
best strategize on a way to profit
best organize how you ride so they can’t stop it
then keep it popping a lot of busters wanna see me fall
i fucked your bitch and now this new shit gon’ fade em all
my niggas ball, made a call for some backup
the little homies and my dogs in a black truck
buck buck was the sound
as they gats burst
no need for ambulance
baby bring the black hearse
shoulda never fucked around buster
how you figure making moves on the wrong nigga?
this what it sounds like
bing, bing, bing
when you fucking with the wrong nigga
niggas getting hit when they fucking with the wrong nigga
fucking with the wrong nigga
ha ha, niggas
fucking with the wrong nigga
my seductive introduction
be specific, still elusive
but exclusives what i give you when i kick it
and i’m still lifted
niggas can’t get with mr.wicked
picture me flipping
my adversaries getting the dick swiftly
niggas is swinging wild but they styles miss me
you can bring that bitch with your whole click
and still get treated shitty
business never personal, i’m up before the sun come up
i’m tired
just a ghetto star
a drop-top double r is what i’m riding
nigga if you was half the man your bitch was
bring your artillery
when you come for me cause we sick thugs
no hesitation when i pull and blast
cuz syke was busting
plus bo had em ducking screaming get they cash
so...
so now i got the law on me
my phones tapped, so i had to send word through my little homies
tell them niggas just be here when they pull the trigger
shit
this is what you get, for fucking with the wrong nigga
this is what you get when your
fucking with the wrong nigga
ha ha, yeah nigga
peep
before i lay me down to sleep, i pray
and thank the lord for giving me another fruitful day
i wanna be a peaceful man, but still
when niggas come for me, all i can see is getting em killed
for real, it’s how i feel
perfect my thoughts flowing on these reels
make my enemies deal with my steel, they caps peel
we still cool, but you played yourself
give em the mack and make em spray yourself
hey
falling legends, clutching chrome 3-5-7
putting two bullets to they dome
wanted to die in heaven
while calling shots nobody real as clear its me
ain’t trying to help the feds get a case for conspiracy
murder my foes, get disposed of
we all homies till the death
so my true niggas show me love
god forgive me for my lifestyle
a negative figure
but why they fucking with the wrong nigga?
you know, its like ...
why you fucking with the wrong nigga?
i was raised by thugs
schooled by killers
learned my mathematic skills from real drug dealers
tried to rise but they tried me
i guess they all had to die cause we tried peace
i die on these streets
blast till they recognize
still do or die
all my niggas getting high watching time fly
best strategize on a way to profit
best organize how you ride so they can’t stop it
then keep it popping a lot of busters wanna see me fall
i fucked your bitch and now this new shit gon’ fade em all
my niggas ball, made a call for some backup
the little homies and my dogs in a black truck
buck buck was the sound
as they gats burst
no need for ambulance
baby bring the black hearse
shoulda never fucked around buster
how you figure making moves on the wrong nigga?
this what it sounds like
bing, bing, bing
when you fucking with the wrong nigga
niggas getting hit when they fucking with the wrong nigga
fucking with the wrong nigga
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