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2pac - hail mary (feat. Kastro, Young Noble, Prince Ital) [Makaveli] Makaveli in this... Killuminati, all through your body The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty Uh, feel me! And God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild into the ways of the man Follow me; eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh [Chorus: Makaveli] Come with me, Hail Mary Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la [Makaveli] I ain't a killer but don't push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listening Seeing niggas coming for me, to my diamonds, when they glistening Now pay attention, rest in peace father I'm a ghost in these killing fields Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit Stuck, niggas is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus mama told me never stop until I bust a nut Fuck the world if they can't adjust It's just as well, Hail Mary [Chorus 2X] [Makaveli] Penitentiaries is packed with promise makes Never realize the precious time the bitch niggas is wasting Institutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumble But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we balling Catch me father please, cause I'm falling, in the liquor store That's the Hennessee I hear ya calling, can I get some more? Hail 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared Mama checking in my bedroom; I ain't there I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do One life to live but I got nothing to lose, just me and you on a one way trip to prison, selling drugs We all wrapped up in this living, life as Thugs To my homeboys in Clinton Max, doing they bid Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark Thuggin eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga [Chorus 2X] [Kastro] They got a APB, out on my Thug family Since the Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai Trying it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high Visions of me, Thug living getting me by Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs When I die they won't cry unless they coming with slugs [Young Noble] Peep the whole scene and whatever's going on around me Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feeling rowdy Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that motherfucker Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers on the regular mashing in a stolen black Ac Integ-ra Cock back, sixty seconds 'til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse From a Thug to preaching church, I gave you love now you eating dirt Needing work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle 'til dawn That's when sun came up, there's only one way up hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggas get ya pay and weight up [Kastro] If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealing with fate, hoping God don't close the gate If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealing with fate, hoping God don't close the gate [Chorus (repeats in background)] [Prince Ital] We've been traveling on this wayward road Long time 'til I be take a 'eavy load But we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't worry everything will come real Free like the bird in the tree We won't worry everything will come real Yes we free like the bird in the tree We running from the penitentiary This is the time for we liberty Hail Mary, Hail Mary [Chorus] [Makaveli] Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days Tags: 2pac hail mary makaveli thug life tupac running on out law

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2pac Don't Sleep unreleased Don't Sleep unreleased - only 50 seconds part of track Tags: 2pac Don't Sleep unreleased thug life out law makaveli rap only 50 seconds part of track

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2pac - Untouchable (Drunken Freestyle) It's 'Pac, Makaveli I'm in tha studio drunker than a motherfuckah Ready to freestyle this shit, and do it wild Live fo all my dogs fo all my dogs out there raisin hell just to see a young nigga raise tha mail Stepped out on tha streetz fresh from jail All tha police wanna rag and tell Not knowin' that I stacks my mail, uh All these niggaz wanna see me fail, uh That's just tha intro As I sit back and rock this instrumental, uh After tha fire comes tha rain After pleasure there's pain Even though we broke fo tha moment be Ballin' again Time to make your, my military be prepared fo tha bustas similar to bitches too scary to hear me rushin' Visions of over packed prisons millions of niggaz thug livin' Precious, Big Straps, hope they don't tell us They pull a heatah Ammunition in grace Shh, move without a sound As we slide down Pistols in place They got me finnin' fo currency the money be callin' me It's like I'm dreamin' Singin' seizing me ballin' sophisticated, and this fuckin' misbehavior Got tha cocked 4-5 snatchin' niggaz pagers Label tha marks Soon as we start It was hard to quit Started out drinkin' forties moved to harder shit Goddamn, now I'ma grown man I follow no man Nigga got my own plan In my hand got tha 45 I kick it live to survive Make these niggaz die While gettin' high Tags: 2pac Untouchable Drunken Freestyle thug life out law makavali rap r&b hip-hop

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2pac - Thug N U Thug N Me Put me in that; ay come on JoJo ('Pac.. hahaha) Yeah that type of shit (maybe it's the thug in me) You know what time it is (maybe it's the thug in me) [2Pac] By age thirteen I was buckwild, 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 had to shatter fools That's 'til 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 to let it pop 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 (haha) Though I like the way you scream when you lovin me I'm goin deep, it's the thug in me; so whatchu sayin girl? [Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo] A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you ['Pac repeats "Maybe it's the thug in me" at various points] [2Pac] Moan baby when we bone it's on It's so strong niggaz in the next room'll cum I got ya head swingin, tongue kissin as I hit it from the back with the bed ringin (haha) Give me space as I lick ya face, stick the place Synchronize so I drive when they kick the bass Love fuckin in tha mo'nin I get ya wet and bust a sweat, then I'm gone Left you on yo' own girl Tell me what you feel like, blindfolded I'm cold do it real nice - that's if it feel right Maybe it's the thug in me I pull ya hair while we fuckin in the chair, when ya lovin 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 lovin you Now open up and let me put the thug in you [Chorus] [2Pac] 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 ya breath now Close your eyes deep throat - did you like it? Oooh I'm excited! Cause it's a party in my bedroom, you're invited - c'mon now Let me see ya shake your rump, tell me how long will it take to cum, havin fun Do it one on one and we can all get involved First y'all do me, then I'll fuck y'all When you call me the next day to get sexed by a nigga in the best way Yeah baby it's a price to pay, only play in the fast lane When you a hustler, motherfuck a cash came I gotcha goin wild, cause I'm lovin you Drugged out with this motherfuckin thug in you [Chorus - 2x] [2Pac] I don't wanna talk, I don't want no explanations I don't got no motherfuckin explanations, y'knahmsayin? It's the thug in me Don't be askin why I'm pullin your hair and why I fuck so motherfuckin thuggish That thug passion, y'knahmean? Bitch, no mercy What you scared of? Didn't you come over here to get fucked? You ain't come over here for me to be strokin, and all that bullshit You came over here to get fucked Shit, if I ain't fuck you thug style Bitch you'd leave my house talkin bout, "Tupac can't serve me" Won't have me crossed up in that bullshit, hahaha Turn over! Maybe it's the thug in me! (That too baby..) (Ohh yeah, ohh that's right.. mhmm.. okay.. okay baby.. yeah..) Tags: 2pac Thug Me tupac thug life out law until the end of time hip-hop r&b rap

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2pac - Out On Bail Oh, I posted bail? I'm out this motherfucker? I can go? Oh, fuck y'all eh, fuck the judge Fuck the motherfuckin' district attourney and the prosecutor (fuck you!) And fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box (fuck you!) Fuck all y'all Cause I'm out on motherfuckin' bail y'all ain't never gonna see me in this motherfucker again Drop that shit em! Let these old punk ass bitches know how we runnin' this shit Niggaz ain't going back to court you stank ass bitches [Verse 1: 2Pac] Im stuck in jail the DA's tryin' to burn me I'd be out on bail if I had a good attorney Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up I ain't trippin' in the county and I'm mad as fuck Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch Everybody wanna talk cause I'm rappin' They askin' me what happened Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson I can't sleep they takin' polaroids And I'm tryna to use the phone but they makin' noise Man I wish I had my glock cause its major I'm makin' shanks out the plastics in razors These motherfuckers won't leave me alone thats my word Bout to turn a violation to a motherfuckin' murder I'm makin' collect calls to my old bitches Send mo' pictures and make me some more riches To all the suckers on the block talkin' shit while I was locked up Be prepared to get socked up Cause the game is deep and the fame is brief And you bullshittin' bitches ain't changin' me I came straight up out the gutta I was saved from hell I'm a thug I was raised in jail Now I'm out on bail [Chorus x1] Out on Bail (You know what fuckin' time it is) ThugLife will never fail (I'm out on bail) Thuglife niggaz (I'm going straight to 50,000 BIATCH!!!) Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail) Out on Bail (Hey, hand me some motherfuckin' Colt 40's from the fridge nigga) ThugLife will never fail (Cause I'm out on bail) Thuglife niggaz (Hey, pass me my motherfuckin' Rolex) Thuglife niggaz (Yes bitch that's a President) [Verse 2: 2Pac] Stuck in jail and mad as a bitch I'd be out on bail if it wasn't for the snitch Runnin' wild thru the streets like I'm loco And fuck the punk police and they chokeholds I got no love in my heart cause I'm heartless Mobbin' in the park after dark wanna start shit Rippin' up the scene as a teen I was at it (but hey) And sellin' products to the addicts cause they gotta have it I was a well-known thug and I gotta lotta love Hangin out with the OG's shootin' up the clubs And mama told me don't hang with the homies But they got me if they need me then it's on G Got me sittin' in the cell a five by seven Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven Got my bitches on the outside writin' me letters And they tell me they love me and the shit ull get better I don't believe her cause I just got the news on the wire Take it how you want it but your bitch is on fire I gotta be a player so I stay strong cause I know that I won't be away long and when I finally do hit the fuckin' streets I'ma handle this A thug nigga gettin' scandalous I'm on bail [Chorus x1] Out on Bail ThugLife (see) will never fail (Out on bail - biatch!) Thuglife niggaz (You know what time it is) Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail) Out on Bail (Y'all don't need to know about...) ThugLife will never fail (You know, Out on bail) Thuglife niggaz (Y'all Blow that shit - Get me up out this) Thuglife niggaz (Yo, EM!!! Get me up out of this motherfucker man!) Out on Bail (These motherfuckers are harrasing me and that ain't cool) [Outro: Tupac Talking] Out on bail I'll see ya motherfuckers at the next show, 2pac, the media is my bitch It's that famous shit, you know? Real thug shit Real live thug shit, genuine, you know what I'm sayin' I wouldn't waste your motherfuckin' time with no bullshit baby Trust me, It's that real shit I'm talkin' about that shit you never tell your grandkids about, you know? I ran with a thug nigga, believe that This my motherfuckin' nigga Em on dem motherfuckin' boards in case your wonderin' We doin' this shit hell motherfuckin' yeah An ounze of that shit sittin' in your motherfuckin' lac Now press rewind nigga! Tags: 2pac out on bail rap r&b thug life law tupac

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2pac - All Out [Kastro & Napoleon] We goin all out (aiiiite) We goin all out (aiiiite) We goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz (That's right, fuck these fag niggaz) Do it, do it, do it [2Pac] Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah Outlaw 'til it's over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap game While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts And still down to die for all my souljas Like hillbillies, they don't fear me So refuse bringin war to the city With each breath, death before dishonor Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor A general in war, I'm the first to bomb With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me While bitches wonderin who shot me No love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi Murder my friends, build a new posse We takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like Rocky You got a lot of nerve to play me Another gay rapper, bustin caps to Jay-Z (buck buck buck buck buck buck) And still avoid capture, while y'all caught up in the rapture Still after me, I'm in Jamacia sippin daquiris, no doubt We used to havin nothin, then grabbin somethin and bustin Wanted to be the thug-nigga, that my old man wasn't I came to a field, catchin cases, litigation Niggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 states I'm screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, ain't no thang We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific And get this, I'm hard to kill, when I peel with this live spot Father, how the hell did I survive, these five shots? Live it up, of give it up, and my demons Late night, hear them screamin; we goin all out! Tags: 2pac all out thug life law bad boy killa west side rap r&b tupac

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2pac - 5 Deadly Venomz My Mossberg goes boom, gimme room, can I catch it Talkin quick and then I vic just tryin to keep from gettin blasted I had enough I put a hit upon them bastards Boo-yaa! Turned a snitch into a casket Now they after me, prowling for a niggaz bucks Time to see, who's the G, with the bigger nuts Buck buck, big up and livin reckless Niggaz with a death wish step in with a Tec and I'll wet this Yeah this shit is hyper Two to one I'm writing representing and I'm striking like a viper Huh, I got my mind made up, I got my nine Ring the alarm, and strong arm must run Some niggaz need to feel me with a passion I'm old fashioned, run up on me nigga and get blasted With five deadly venomz Tags: 2pac 5 deadly venomz makaveli killuminati out law thug life

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2pac - when we ride on our enemies Fugees! Fugees and Mobb Deep tryin to diss now too huh? Hahaha! Well I ain't prejudiced, I don't give a fuck This is what it sounds like - when we ride on our enemies BEYOTCH! When we ride on our enemies [Verse One] HEYYYY! Got some static for some niggaz on the other side of town Let my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now What they want from us motherfuckin thug niggaz? Used to love niggaz now I plug niggaz, and slug niggaz Am I wrong? Niggaz makin songs, tryin to get with us Must be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust To the chest I BUST! Then we ride 'til the sun come shinin back to brighten up the sky, many die Heard the Fugees was tryin to do me - look bitch! I cut yo' face, this ain't no motherfuckin movie THEN! We watch the other two die slow Castrated entertainin at my motherfuckin sideshow BAM! Set my plan in mo', time to exterminate my foes I can't stand you hoes, uhh Now label this my fuckin trick shot My lyrics runnin all you cowards out of hip-hop When we RIDE - on our enemies When we ride on our enemies I bet you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies When we ride on our enemies Bet all you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies [Verse Two] Come take a journey through my mind's eye You crossed the game, don't explain, nigga time to die, say goodbye Watch my eyes when I pull the trigger So right before you die you bow before a bigga nigga, now dry yo' eyes You was HEARTLESS on yo' hits Niggaz love to scream peace after they start some shit - pay attention Here's a word to those that robbed me I murder you then I, run a train on Mobb Deep! Don't fuck with me Nigga you're barely livin, don't you got sickle cell? See me have a seizure on stage, you ain't feelin well, hell How many niggaz wanna be involved? See I was only talkin to Biggie, but I'll kill allay'all, then ball Then tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed Fuck around and get tossed up, by the fuckin Outlawz Before I leave, make sure everybody HEARD Know I meant, EVERY MOTHERFUCKIN WORD When we ride on our enemies When we ride on our enemies Make sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies When we ride on our enemies, hehe I make sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies Tags: 2pac when we ride on our enemies r&b rap tupac

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2pac - thug 4 life (original) [2pac] HAHA Thug for life nigga Can't you read the signs? ay fuck it man (Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin' fucked off - liquor Get loaded can't control it Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it You get the bones act to the whole stack Thats fo sho black To be a mack and keep your dough fat And tell me what does it take to be a G? I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt And now im in the rap game like the crack game I got enemies Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum What does it take to be a G? Silence is a must, violence is a plus Plus, shots at my adversaries Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried Cause ill be buckin' in a fuckin hurry [Chorus X3] Tell em' Thug for life High till' I die When em' stupid ass bitches ask why? [2pac] Game? Thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on makin' money, But you stuck on these fake bitches And jealous muthafuckas can't see That it's the fame that caught these stupid bitches, pass the pussy free So tell me why u sweatin' a muthafucka like me? A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas Jumpin' around at the shows And your the first muthafucka to jump To the trunk when it's time for fun Little trick ass punk Thug muthafuckas don't die we get high and we multiply Muthafuckaa!! Give a holla to my niggas in the Bay I'm livin' in LA still clutchin' on my AK [Chorus X6] Tell em' Thug for life High till' I die When em' stupid ass bitches ask why? THUG FOR LIFE BIATCH!! Yeah nigga, thug life, from now till' the muthafuckin' ever Havenotz in this muthafucka YEAH, No doubt Tags: 2pac thug life original out law og rap r&b pop

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2pac - Letter 2 the president 2pac - letter 2 the president Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood Send mo troops, dear mr. president Tags: 2pac letter the president thug life og out law r&b hip-hop rap

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2pac - Runnin on e (bad boy killaz) (original) 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 Tags: 2pac running on bad boy killaz original until the end of time thug life out law og r&b hip-hop

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2pac - Hell 4 A Hustler Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus I'm makin money moves manditory In a discussion my past records tell a story Picture ni**az we rushin and still bustin til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings Ditchin my gun, homeboy the motherf**kin villain I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me No baby momma drama, ni**a miss me, why plant seeds in a dirty bi**h, waitin to trick me, not the life for me Livin carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me I'm bustin on ni**az until they scurry, I'm clearly a man of military means in my artillery Watchin over me through every murder scene From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die Sellin dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry And still, we try to change the past, in vain Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul? Got tired of small time livin, ni**az tellin me no I got MINE, f**k THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality Jealous-a*s bustaz, make it hell for us [Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) repeat 2X] Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on judgment day It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler [Outlawz] Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness If I fail, then I suffer, bein broke is hell 4 a hustler So I stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might I can muster Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in One's five's and ten's was funny money So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo' Real ni**a fo' sho', out in the cold for dough What you thought? ??, lost homies in plenty battles Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you Let me catch you slippin, you soft ni**az is outta here In case you forgot, we on the same s**t that got us here [Outlawz] Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make Every jail I break, every mill' I ate Head to head, whoever hustle hardest On the block duckin charges, ni**a f**k the sergeant He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke Listen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo' Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a ni**a sell words for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as f**k son Dyin luck none supply us with much guns I buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya Slangin cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler [Chorus] [2Pac] No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn Sensor me and bar your kids from the lessons I learned And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social ni**az shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu ni**az do unto these snitches, before it's done to you And if the cops come arrest me in the evening best believe they comin for my dogs in the mornin And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug Tell me will my ni**az mourn me? Gettin blowed out High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify Strikes, walkin close to my third, I live a trouble life And if you dream be a part of my team From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends Keep yo' eyes on the prize, ni**a watch for bustaz Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler [Chorus] [2Pac] This is how we ride Not knowin if we'll live or die Catch me rollin with my motherf**kin guns on the side In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild til they all die This is how we ride Not knowin if we'll live or die Catch me rollin with my motherf**kin guns on the side In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild until they all die, Outlaw Yes (change my ways) yes The Black Jesuz guide us through this Weary weary weary weary Only God can save us Nuttin but boss players Outlawz and thugs Tags: 2pac hell hustler tupac thug life hip-hop r&b out law

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2pac - Life So Hard (original) Ma-ah-an, it ain't easy They got me goin cold-hearted Probation, violation, incarceration Frustration, you know Fuck that, nigga damn near bouts to start basin It's hard! Hard on a nigga *coughing* Hard on a nigga (yeah it is, yeah it is) *whispered* Kill kill kill, murder murder murder Watch out nigga! Chorus: Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G (repeat 2X) [Tupac - chorus 2X throughout] Daz in this motherfucker Alright bwoy, drop that shit Whassup man? Always listen to that shit? That ole criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me Verse One: Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame Young niggaz gettin murdered straight took out the game As I sit here puffin on a cigarette Gotta be ready, never know who's plottin on a niggaz death These are the rough times, best to hurry up and duck muhfucker 'fore I buck mine It's gettin crazy and everybody's strapped Surrounded by niggaz but nary a motherfucker down to watch my back These are the bitch made niggaz, you been played nigga While you starvin and broke they pullin six figures Oooh, what can you do when you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the twenty-two Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin on this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me? Heyyy, I have no remorse as I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh Chorus Verse Two: Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it I'm the first muhfucker that can outrun a bullet It's them Thug Life niggaz, them done like triggers Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like bitches Now my riches is gettin hoe-zone, it's on Fuck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin that spinach and stayin strong to the finish and then I ride out See you on the freeway, sorry baby but I gotta call my homey see what he say I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime And ain't no way I'ma let bitch made nigga worry me Catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me Hell nah nigga have to plug me twice Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, motherfucker can you see? Chorus 2X Verse Three: Never bow down let these other bitches crawl I'm a Thug motherfucker and these Thugs only ball Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave I'm a muhfuckin fool, but I choose to get paid Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright Me and my bitch named Nina are fiendin tonight Ain't nobody livin safe, got a Glock, and I'm stressin All I want is my muhfuckin money, ain't no question Don't try to stall little trick, cause we hit So bring in the scissors and get to clippin that dick I'd rather die young than die old and broke That's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke My memories as a youngsta, hangin with the homies But now I'm doin bad and them bitches don't know me (Who? Who?) But playa haters can't fade me (Why?) Cause this is Thug Life nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you see? Chorus 2X Verse Four: Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop cars Gettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don't drop my guards My life is hectic my homies send mail from jail Niggaz in Hell got some horrible stories to tell I'm catchin cases and still tryin to stack a grip The IRS is tryin to stress off a niggaz shit A young nigga never had a prayer to prevail And all my peers doin years locked up in jail What can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew And creep around with them Dogg Pound niggaz too And now we rich ain't no bitch than can touch us And it's a trip, how we clown, when we fuck sluts Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang And motherfuckers got on do-rags Chorus 2X Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherfuckin get paid Nigga can work for his money all motherfuckin day and still never see a piece of it, you understand me? It's not about the nice guy It's bout the hardworkin motherfuckin Thug nigga If you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't really doin nothin (Chorus repeats in background) You ain't really makin nothin These motherfuckin po-po's and these pink folks got it all locked up for us to fail See how they did O.J., and they doin niggaz like that all day So if you don't watch your motherfuckin stack believe me, this could be your last breath Tags: 2pac life so hard thug out law

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2pac - Catchin Feelins Hahaha Oh yeah My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (never) Hahaha Yeah Huh My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down Ugh Yeah My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (hey) (Westside, westside) Part two of the war Bring it, lets do it Huhuhuh [Verse 1: Tupac] Cross this nigga here Now Biggie tell me who do you fear? Ain't a living soul breathing shall pump no fear here My last four flashed then I mashed his ass Bastard Fuck with me bet I blast your ass So many follow but can't reach me Caught in a maze Catch em Mimicking my style trying to walk this way Impossible my posse dropping you We Death Row riders No need to beg motherfucker ain't no mercy inside us Feeling blessed The richer I get the more I stress Smoking lye watching time fly, waiting for death Dear God I been feeling like I'm close to Jesus Paranoid with my pistols close, smoking trees Keep my eyes on my foes, those close to me Watching niggas catch strays, shake, choke and bleed Me A mercenary for the streets Check my pedigree Busting motherfuckers it's the thug in me Now niggas talk a lotta Bad Boy shit Then get to squealing Bitch made catching feeling Hahaha [Chorus X2] Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down Screaming bye bye bitches Untouchable sound Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town Catching Feelings [Verse 2: Napolean] Yeah, Napolean.. Picture me sipping on 1-5-1 Drunk then a motherfucker Dropping my gun Or as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun But that ain't me Dog my minds now clear And that ain't fair dog Your heart pump fear In the state I *censored* You better hide nigga *censored* is near And you know just as well I do You ain't no killer So kill that You wouldn't kill if you had to We might wobble but we don't fall down We take the gospel from Makaveli Pass it around Ahhhh, shit We gonna taste the power We started the thug trend The game is ours Now we coast together Put our thoughts together Won't question will we die together Cause the hour is soon to come Kadafi trained soldier I show you how to use your gun Bring it [Chorus x2] Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down Screaming bye bye bitches Untouchable sound Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town Catching Feelings [Verse 3] We Yelling M - A - D - E N - I - Double G A Motherfuckers And we here to stay From curb surfing We working the industry You kidding me It's really nothing to me and my king You see We in the big things Eat a dick man If your hating We gone ride 'Till the wheels fall off Pay attention Screaming Bye bye bitches Untouchable sound (ugh) Ride or die niggas And we hunting you down Representing all the real niggas stuck in the trap Banging out with the po po Trying to get to some mo' Street life Young strugglers Racing the clock Ain't no telling when it all can end Roll or rock That's the world With feelings This a mans world youngin' The bitches in business So learn a 'lil something Hey Stop running your mouth You're on the verge of squealing Bitch made catching feelings Nigga Ugh [Chorus x2] Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down Screaming bye bye bitches Untouchable sound Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town Catching Feelings [Verse 4] Everybody's a gangsta But don't put in work Instead of putting on the armor Niggas put on a skirt These drugs ain't helping It only making it worse And the streets ain't got nothing for me but herbs I can't trust the church or the mobs I can only trust God And to tell you the truth I gotta ride I only roll with the real Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed [Chorus x3] Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down Screaming bye bye bitches Untouchable sound Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town Catching Feelings Tags: 2pac Catchin Feelins thug life tupac better dayz Makavel

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2pac - When Thug Cry (OG) when thug cry og . Tags: 2pac tupac when thug cry og life out law

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2pac - Wherever You Are Song Name is Wherever You Are By 2pac Rip Tags: 2pac tupac where ever you are thug life out law

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2pac - blasphemy My family tree, consists of drug dealers, thugs and killers Strugglin, known to hustle screamin fuck they feelings I got advice from my father, all he told me was this Niggaz, get off your ass if you plan to be rich There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do Now rule one -- get your cash on, M.O.B. That's Money Over Bitches, cause they breed envy Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies Keep yo', enemies close nigga, watch yo' homies It seemed a little unimportant, when he told me I smiled Picture jewels being handed, to an innocent child I never knew in my lifetime I'd live by these rules Initiated as an outlaw, studying rules Now papa ain't around, so I gotta recall or come to grips with bein on my enemy's wall (rest in peace) Promised if I have a seed, I'ma guide him right Dear Lord don't let me die tonite I got words for my comrades, listen and learn Ain't nuttin free, give back what you earn, no doubt Gettin higher than a motherfucker, blessed and pleased This Thug Life'll be the death of me, c'mon, yeah And I remember what my papa told me Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy [Chorus: Prince Ital] Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin my bird in a cloud Usin de name of de Lord in vein While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain [Tupac] We probably in Hell already, our dumb asses not knowin Everybody kissin ass to go to heaven ain't goin Put my soul on it, I'm fightin devil niggaz daily Plus the media be crucifying brothers severly Tell me I ain't God's son, nigga mom a virgin We got addicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay Criminal mind all the time, wait for Judgment Day They say Moses split the Red Sea I split the blunt and rolled the fat one, I'm deadly -- Babylon beware Comin from the Pharoahe's kids, retaliation Makin legends off the shit we did, still bullshittin Niggaz in Jerusalem, waitin for signs God promised, she's just takin her time, haha Living by the Nile while the water flows I'm contemplating plots wondering which door to go Brothas getting shot, comin back resurrected It's just that raw shit, nigga check it (that raw shit) And I remember what my papa told me Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy [Chorus] [Tupac] The preacher want me buried why? Cause I know he a liar Have you ever seen a crackhead, that's eternal fire Why you got these kids minds, thinkin that they evil while the preacher bein richer you say honor God's people Should we cry, when the Pope die, my request We should cry if they cried when we buried Malcolm X Mama tell me am I wrong, is God just another cop waitin to beat my ass if I don't go pop? Memories of a past time, givin up cash to the leaders, knowin damn well, it ain't gonna feed us In my brain how can you explain, time in D.C. It's hard enough to live now, in these times of greed They say Jesus is a kind man, well he should understand times in this crime man, my Thug nation Do whatchu gotta do but know you gotta change Try to find a way to make it out the game I leave this and hope God can see my heart is pure Is heaven just another door? I leave this here I leave this and hope God see my heart is pure Is heaven just another door? And my people say [Chorus 4X] Our father, who art in heaven Hallow be thy name Thy kingdom come, thy will be done In earth, as it is in heaven Give us this day, our daily bread As we give up our debts As we forgive our debt-ors Lead us not into temptation but deliver us, unevil For God, is the kingdom, and the power and the glory forever, and ever, and ever Tags: 2pac tupac blasphemy makaveli outlaw thug life

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