İhanet, Şöhret ve Sokakların Sesi: All Eyez On Me Analizi

1996 yılında müzik dünyasına bir kasırga gibi giren bu albüm, sadece bir plak kaydı değil, aynı zamanda hayatın tüm sertliğini, çelişkilerini ve zaferlerini barındıran bir manifestodur. Albüm, yüksek tempolu enerjisiyle dinleyiciyi bir an bile serbest bırakmazken, diğer yandan sanatçının iç dünyasındaki karmaşayı, paranoid düşünceleri ve kaçınılmaz kadere olan bakışını derinlemesine işler. **All Eyez On Me**, yer altından zirveye uzanan bir yolculuğun hikayesi olduğu kadar, sokakların sert kuralları ile şöhretin getirdiği baskı arasındaki gerilimin de bir portresidir.

### Ambitionz Az A Ridah

 * **Ana Tema:** Kararlılık, meydan okuma ve sarsılmaz bir bağlılık.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün açılış parçası, sanatçının karakterini ve "ridah" (savaşçı/binici) kimliğini en net tanımlayan eserdir. Geçmişin yaraları, sokaklardaki yaşam tarzı ve otoriteyle olan çatışmalar tüm çıplaklığıyla anlatılır. "Beni durduramazlar" mesajı veren bu parça, her koşulda kendi yolunda ilerleme azmini ve kişisel inançların etrafındaki savunma kalkanını vurgular.

### All Bout U

 * **Ana Tema:** Sosyal gözlem, kibir ve ilişkilerdeki yüzeysellik.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Şöhretin ve başarının çevrede yarattığı değişimi konu alır. İnsanların çıkarlarına göre değişen tavırlarını hicveden şarkı, çevresindekilerin sadece popülerlik üzerinden kurduğu bağlara odaklanır. "Herkesin kendisi için yaşadığı" bir dünyada, sanatçının kendi gerçekliğini koruma çabası dikkat çekicidir.

### Skandalouz

 * **Ana Tema:** Güvensizlik, aldatma ve sokakların acımasız oyunları.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** İnsan ilişkilerindeki şeffaflık eksikliği üzerine kurulu bir parçadır. "Skandal" kelimesinin etrafında örülen lirikler, etrafındaki insanların sadakatsizliğini ve manipülatif doğasını sorgular. Sanatçı, bu dünyada ayakta kalmak için her zaman tetikte olunması gerektiğini hatırlatan karanlık bir portre çizer.

### Got My Mind Made Up

 * **Ana Tema:** Lirik hakimiyet, çatışma ve üstünlük iddiası.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Bu parça, bir tür lirik güç gösterisidir. Sözlerin ağırlığı, sanatçının kendi zihinsel disiplini ve rakiplerine karşı takındığı sert tutum üzerinden okunur. "Zihnim kararını verdi" ifadesi, geri dönüşü olmayan bir kararlılığı ve bu oyunun zirvesinde kalmak için gereken acımasız disiplini yansıtır.

### How Do You Want It

 * **Ana Tema:** Arzu, iktidar ve medya ile olan çatışma.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Şarkı, özel hayatın sınırları ile kamusal alanın müdahalesi arasındaki çatışmayı işler. Sanatçı, hem kişisel arzularını hem de sistemin kendisi üzerindeki baskısını anlatır. Eleştirilere karşı duruşunu ortaya koyarken, "istediğin buysa, bunu sana veriyorum" diyen meydan okuyucu bir ton benimser.

### 2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted

 * **Ana Tema:** Dostluk, sadakat ve sistemin hedefindeki ikili.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Bu parça, sahnedeki iş birliği üzerinden bir kardeşlik hikayesi sunar. İki ana karakterin, toplumun ve düzenin radarına takılmış olmaları üzerinden bir "kaçak" hikayesi oluşturulur. "Gangsta partisi" vurgusuyla, baskı altındayken bile eğlenmeyi ve kendi dünyalarını savunmayı bir yaşam tarzı olarak tanımlarlar.

### No More Pain

 * **Ana Tema:** Travma, direnç ve geçmişin ağırlığı.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Acıdan kurtulma arzusunun yarattığı içsel fırtınayı konu alır. Geçmişte yaşananların (saldırılar, hapis dönemi, ihanetler) yarattığı yaralar, sanatçının geleceğe yönelik daha sert ve korumacı bir kimlik geliştirmesine neden olmuştur. Şarkı, acı çekmenin ötesine geçme ve kendine bir "yaşayan efsane" statüsü biçme çabasını anlatır.

### Heartz Of Men

 * **Ana Tema:** Korkusuzluk, kader ve insan doğasının karanlığı.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** İnsanların kalplerindeki sırlar ve niyetler üzerine derin bir meditasyondur. Sanatçı, gözlemci kimliğini kullanarak çevresindeki insanların gerçek yüzlerini "binokülerle" izler gibi analiz eder. "İnsanların kalbi" metaforu, sadık dostlar ile kılık değiştirmiş düşmanlar arasındaki ince çizgiyi sorgulamak için kullanılır.

### Life Goes On

 * **Ana Tema:** Yas, ölümsüzlük ve geride kalanların hüznü.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Kayıpların ardından tutulan bir ağıttır. Ancak bu ağıt, pes etmeyi değil, "hayatın devam ettiğini" ve ölenlerin anısının yaşatılması gerektiğini savunan onurlu bir duruştur. Geride kalanların sorumluluğu, sokaklardaki kayıpların yarattığı boşluk ve hatıraların kutsallığı en duygusal şekilde ifade edilir.

### Only God Can Judge Me

 * **Ana Tema:** İlahi adalet, bireysel özgürlük ve toplumsal yargı.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün felsefi doruk noktasıdır. Sanatçı, toplumun ve sistemin kendisini yargılama hakkı olmadığını vurgular. "Beni ancak Tanrı yargılayabilir" vurgusu, kişinin kendi doğruları ile toplumun dayatmaları arasındaki savaşı temsil eder. Parçanın her mısrası, bireyin kendi adalet duygusunu arama sürecine dair bir kanıttır.

### Tradin War Stories

 * **Ana Tema:** Deneyim, askeri bir disiplin ve sokakların tarihçesi.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Sokakları bir savaş meydanı olarak betimler. Paylaşılan hikayeler (war stories), hayatta kalma mücadelesinin nesilden nesile nasıl aktarıldığını gösterir. "Askeri bir zihin" vurgusu, hayatta kalmanın sadece fiziksel bir güç değil, aynı zamanda stratejik bir zeka gerektirdiğini savunur.

### California Love

 * **Ana Tema:** Bölgesel gurur, kutlama ve zafer.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Bu parça, ait olunan coğrafyanın bir kutlamasıdır. Güneşli günlerin, hareketli sahnelerin ve West Coast yaşam tarzının bir simgesi olarak öne çıkar. Zorluklara rağmen yaşanılan bölgenin sunduğu enerji ve kararlılık, her satırda büyük bir coşkuyla dile getirilir.

### I Ain't Mad At Cha

 * **Ana Tema:** Değişim, veda ve affedicilik.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Bir dostluğun farklı yollara ayrılması üzerine yazılmış, albümün en duygusal parçalarından biridir. Sanatçı, eski dostunun değişen yaşam tarzına (dini yönelimler, evlilik, farklı çevreler) saygı duyar. Ona kızgın değildir; sadece geçmişin nostaljisini yaşar ve herkesin kendi yolunu çizme özgürlüğünü kabul eder.

### What'z Ya Phone

 * **Ana Tema:** Arzunun getirdiği hızlı yaşam ve geçici ilişkiler.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Şarkı, şöhretin çevrede yarattığı cazibeyi ve bu cazibenin etrafında örülen yüzeysel insan ilişkilerini konu alıyor. İkilinin arasındaki diyalog, kontrolün kimde olduğu sorusu üzerinden ilerlerken, "kaderini ve zevklerini" sorgulayan bir tonda ilerliyor. Şarkının sonunda gerçekleşen telefon görüşmesi, metalaşan ilişkilerin ve hızlı yaşamanın soğuk yüzünü yansıtıyor.

### I Ain't Mad At Cha

 * **Ana Tema:** Değişim, veda ve geçmişe duyulan özlem.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün en duygusal duraklarından biri olan bu eser, hayatın akışı içerisinde farklı yollara sapan iki insanın hikayesini anlatıyor. Değişen yaşam tarzlarına, yeni inançlara ve farklı çevrelerin yarattığı yabancılaşmaya karşı takınılan "kızgın değilim" tavrı, bir olgunlaşma göstergesidir. "Değişim kaçınılmazdır" düşüncesi, geçmişteki paylaşımlara duyulan saygıyla harmanlanıyor.

### Can't C Me

 * **Ana Tema:** Görünmezlik iddiası, baskı ve zirvedeki yalnızlık.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Bu şarkı, üzerindeki binlerce gözden kurtulma çabasını anlatıyor. Toplumun ve rakiplerin onu "göremeyeceği", yani aslında onların anlayamayacağı bir seviyede olduğunu vurguluyor. Düşmanların yarattığı baskı altında bile kendi doğrularını savunma kararlılığı ve bu süreçte korunan sarsılmaz özgüven, şarkının merkezinde yer alıyor.

### Shorty Wanna Be A Thug

 * **Ana Tema:** Sistemin suça ittiği genç nesil ve trajedi.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Orta sınıf bir yaşamdan gelip sokakların karanlığına sürüklenen genç bir bireyin hikayesi üzerinden toplumsal bir eleştiri yapılıyor. "Kısa sürede yaşlanmak" teması, gençlerin hayallerinin nasıl yok edildiğini ve suç dünyasının onları nasıl kendi içine çektiğini acı bir dille anlatıyor. Şarkı, bir uyarı ve aynı zamanda kaçınılmaz sonun bir portresidir.

### Holla At Me

 * **Ana Tema:** İhanet, paranoya ve sadakat.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Şöhretin ve paranın yarattığı sahte dostluklara karşı verilen sert bir cevap niteliğindedir. Çevresindekilerin çıkarları doğrultusunda takındıkları tavırlar ve bu süreçte yaşanan güven kaybı, şarkının ana omurgasını oluşturuyor. "Hala buralardayken bana seslen" mesajı, samimiyeti kaybedenlere karşı duyulan öfkeyi temsil ediyor.

### Wonder Why They Call U

 * **Ana Tema:** Toplumsal cinsiyet rolleri ve sokakların acımasızlığı.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Toplumun kadınlara karşı takındığı tavır ve bu tavrın altındaki ahlaki yargıların sorgulanması işleniyor. Sokakların kadınları etiketleme biçimi ve bu etiketin yarattığı yıkım, bir "kız kardeşlik" bilinciyle (ancak çok sert bir dille) eleştiriliyor. Şarkı, sadece bir eleştiri değil, aynı zamanda toplumun iki yüzlülüğüne tutulan bir aynadır.

### When We Ride

 * **Ana Tema:** Birlik, güç gösterisi ve sadakatli ekip ruhu.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Bir grubun veya ekibin birbirine olan bağlılığını, "savaş" metaforlarıyla anlatan bir marştır. Sokaklardaki varlıklarını bir tür ordu disipliniyle özdeşleştirerek, dış dünyaya karşı tek vücut olma durumunu vurguluyor. Her üyenin kendi isyankar kimliğiyle birleştiği bu anlar, aidiyet duygusunun en sert dışavurumu olarak öne çıkıyor.

### Thug Passion

 * **Ana Tema:** Haz, iktidar ve yaşamın sunduğu geçici tatminler.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Hayatın stresine karşı bir kaçış yöntemi olarak "Thug Passion" içeceği sembolleştiriliyor. Bu içecek, aynı zamanda bir yaşam tarzının, yani her anın tadını çıkarma ve tüm zorluklara rağmen ayakta kalma felsefesinin bir parçasıdır. Fiziksel ve ruhsal tatmin, müziğin ve eğlencenin sınırlarında aranıyor.

### Picture Me Rollin'

 * **Ana Tema:** Özgürlüğün tadı, zafer ve geçmişe meydan okuma.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Hapishaneden çıktıktan sonraki özgürlüğü ve başarının zirvesini temsil eden, albümün en coşkulu parçasıdır. Eski düşmanlara, hapishane görevlilerine ve yargı sistemine karşı "beni izleyin ve zaferimi görün" mesajı veren bir hesaplaşma şarkısıdır. Geçmişteki tüm zorluklara rağmen, şu anki lüksün ve özgürlüğün tadını çıkarma arzusu, şarkının ritmiyle birleşiyor.

### Check Out Time

 * **Ana Tema:** Hızlı yaşamın sona erişi, kaçış ve geçici birlikteliklerin bitişi.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Otelden ayrılma sürecini bir tür "firar" olarak betimleyen bu parça, şöhretin getirdiği kalabalık grupların ve düzensiz yaşamın mizahi bir dökümüdür. "Check out" kavramı, sadece bir konaklamanın bitişi değil, aynı zamanda kontrolsüz eğlencenin yerini lojistik bir kaosa bırakmasını simgeler.

### Ratha Be Ya Nigga

 * **Ana Tema:** İkili ilişkilerde sadakat, rekabet ve derin bağ arayışı.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Standart bir romantizm anlayışını reddeden, bunun yerine "yoldaşlık" üzerine kurulu bir ilişki modelini savunan liriklere sahiptir. İlişkideki mevcut figürlere karşı takınılan meydan okuyucu tavır, doğrudan bir sahiplenme iddiası üzerinden yükselir. "Sıradan bir sevgili değil, senin yoldaşın olmayı tercih ederim" mesajı, ilişkinin sadece duygusal değil, aynı zamanda sarsılmaz bir güven üzerine kurulması gerektiğini vurgular.

### All Eyez On Me

 * **Ana Tema:** Şöhretin baskısı, paranoya ve sarsılmaz özgüven.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Albüme ismini veren bu parça, tüm gözlerin üzerinde olduğu bir figürün hayata bakışını özetler. Güven duygusunun aşınması, her köşede bir tehdit sezinleme ve buna rağmen "patron" kimliğini koruma arzusu ön plandadır. "Herkes bana bakıyor ama kimse beni gerçekten göremiyor" iması, şöhretin hem bir zırh hem de bir hapishane olduğunu kanıtlar.

### Run Tha Streetz

 * **Ana Tema:** Özgürlük arayışı ve ilişkilerde alan tanıma zorunluluğu.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** "Sokaklarda özgürce dolaşma" tutkusunun, kişisel ilişkiler üzerindeki etkisini konu alır. Bir tarafın gitme isteği ile diğer tarafın bekleme kararı, bir çatışma unsuru değil, hayat tarzının doğal bir sonucu olarak sunulur. Sanatçı, özgürlüğün bir ilişkiden vazgeçmek anlamına gelmediğini savunur ve karşılıklı güvenin altını çizer.

### Ain't Hard 2 Find

 * **Ana Tema:** Kalıcılık, varlık gösterme ve meydan okuma.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Hakkında çıkan "öldü" dedikodularına veya yok olduğuna dair söylentilere verilmiş en sert cevaptır. "Buradayım ve gitmiyorum" mesajı, her zaman bulunabilir, görülebilir ve erişilebilir olduğunu vurgular. Bölgesel bir güç gösterisi olarak kurgulanan lirikler, mekanların ve kimliklerin sarsılmaz bir özgüvenle sahiplenilmesini içerir.

### Heaven Ain't Hard 2 Find

 * **Ana Tema:** Ulaşılabilirlik, arzu ve manevi/fiziksel huzur arayışı.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** "Cennet" metaforunu, ulaşılmaz bir yer değil, doğru insanla kurulan bağın bir sonucu olarak ele alır. İnsanların karmaşık yaşamlarının içinde huzuru bulma çabası, sakin ama kararlı bir dille işlenir. Şarkı, bir sonuçtan ziyade bir yolculuk vaadidir; "eğer ararsan, huzur aslında göründüğünden daha yakındır" mesajını taşır.

2Pac - "All Eyez On Me" Albüm Şarkı Sözleri (1996)

"Ambitionz Az A Ridah"

I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah

You don't wanna fuck with me

Got the police bustin' at me

But they can't do nothin' to a G

Let's get ready to rumble!

Now, you know how we do it, like a G

What really go on in the mind of a nigga

that get down for theirs

Constantly, money over bitches

Not bitches over money

Stay on your grind, nigga

My ambitions as a ridah

My ambitions as a ridah

So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars

This life as a rap star is nothing without guard

Was born rough and rugged, addressing the mass public

My attitude was "fuck it," because motherfuckers love it

To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease

Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be

Uh, and my ambitions as a ridah

To catch her while she hot and horny, go up inside her

Then I spit some game in her ear, "Go to the telly, hoe!"

Equipped with money in a Benz 'cause, bitch, I'm barely broke

I'm smokin' bomb-ass weed, feeling crucial

From player to player the game's tight, the feeling's mutual

From hustlin' and prayers

To breaking motherfuckers to pay up

I got no time for these bitches, 'cause these hoes try to play us

I'm on a meal ticket mission, want a mill, so I'm wishin'

Competition got me ripped on that bullshit they stressin'

I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's mandatory

No guts, no glory, my nigga, bitch got the game distorted

Now it's on and it's on because I said so

Can't trust a bitch in the business so I got with Death Row

Now these money-hungry bitches gettin' suspicious

Started plottin' and plannin' on schemes to come and trick us

But thug niggas be on point and game tight

Me, Syke and Bogart strapped up the same night

Got problems, then handle it, motherfuckers see me

These niggas is jealous

'Cause deep in they heart they wanna be me

Uh, yeah, and now you got me right beside ya

Hopin' you listen, I catch you payin' attention

To my ambitions as a ridah

I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah

You don't wanna fuck with me

Got the police bustin' at me

But they can't do nothin' to a G

Let's get ready to rumble

Peep it, it was my only wish to rise

Above these jealous coward motherfuckers I despise

When it's time to ride

I was the first off this side, give me the 9

I'm ready to die right here tonight and motherfuck they life

That's what they screaming as they drill me

But I'm hard to kill (that's all you niggas got?)

So open fire, I see you kill me, witness my steel

Spittin' at adversaries, envious and after me

I'd rather die before they capture me, watch me bleed

Mama, come rescue me, I'm suicidal, thinking thoughts

I'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin' when I'm caught

(Shoot!) Fuck doin' jail time, better day, sacrificin'

Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson

Thuggin' for life, and if you right, then nigga die for it

Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it

When it's time to die, to be a man

And pick the way you leave

Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah

I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah

You don't wanna fuck with me

Got the police bustin' at me

But they can't do nothin' to a G

Let's get ready to rumble

My murderous lyrics

Equipped with spirits of the thugs before me

Pay off the block, evade the cops

'Cause I know they coming for me

I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years

Now I'm back, my adversaries been reduced to tears

Question my methods to switch up speeds

Sure as some bitches bleed

Niggas'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed

Blast me, but they didn't finish, (buck buck buck buck buck)

didn't diminish my powers

So now I'm back to be a motherfuckin' menace, they cowards

That's why they tried to set me up

Had bitch ass niggas on my team, so indeed they wet me up

But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated

At the time I contemplate the way that God made it

Lace 'em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary

For money I'll have these motherfuckers buried

I been gettin' much mail in jail, niggas tellin' me to kill it

Knowin' when I get out, they gon' feel it

Witness the realest! A hoo-ridah when I put the shit inside

the cry from all your people when they find her

Just remind ya, my history'll prove authentic

Revenge on them niggas that played me

And all the cowards that was down with it

Now it's your nigga right beside ya, hopin' you listenin'

Catch you payin' attention to my ambitions as a ridah

I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah

You don't wanna fuck with me

Got the police bustin' at me

But they can't do nothin' to a G

Let's get ready to rumble

☆☆☆☆☆

"All Bout U"

(feat. Dru Down, Nate Dogg, Outlawz, Snoop Dogg)

[2Pac (Dru Down):]

Ah, yeah! Hahaha (Yeah!)

It's all about you, one time!

(I'ma say it's all about you, baby, yeah!)

Haha, for the bitches that think it's all about you

It's all about you! (This Dru Down in the house

With my boy 'Pizznac, you know what I'm sayin'?)

It's all about you

(Yeah, I'm gon' say it's all about you

But you know I'm lyin' though, hah! Yeah)

[2Pac:]

You probably crooked as the last trick

Want to laugh about how I got my ass caught up

With this bad bitch?

Thinkin' I had her, but she had me in the long run

It's just my luck, I'm stuck with fuckin' with the wrong one

Wise decisions, based on lies we livin'

Scandalous times, this game's like my religion

You could be rollin' with a thug

Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin' for some love

In every club, I see you starin' like you want it

Well, baby, if you got it, better flaunt it

Let the liquor help you get up on it

I'm still tipsy from last night

Bumpin' these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life

I try to holla, but you tell me you taken

Sayin' you ain't impressed with the money I'm makin'

Guess it's true what they tellin' me

Fresh out of jail, life's hell for a black celebrity

So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you with it

Fantasies of us sweatin', can I hit it?

Addicted to the things you do

But still true what I'm sayin', boo, ‘cause this is all about you

[Nate Dogg (2Pac):]

Every other city we go, every other video

(It's all about you)

No matter where I go, I see the same ho

(Yeah, nigga)

Every other city we go, every other video

(It's all about you)

No matter where I go, I see the same ho

[2Pac:]

I make a promise if you go with me, just let me know

I'll have you hollerin' my name out before I leave

Nobody loves me, I'm a thug nigga

I only hung out with the criminals and drug dealers

I love niggas, ‘cause we comin' from the same place

Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick the game takes

How can I tell her I'm a playa? And I don't even care

Creep low, weed smoke's in the air

Everywhere I go, it's all about the groupie hoes

Waitin' for niggas at the end of every show

I just seen you in my friend's video

Could never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go

Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin' through

It's all about you, yeah, nigga, it's all about you

[Nate Dogg (2Pac):]

Every other city we go, every other video

(It's all about you)

No matter where I go, I see the same ho

(Yeah, nigga)

Every other city we go, every other video

(It's all about you)

No matter where I go, I see the same ho

[Hussein Fatal:]

Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu?

It ain't about you or your bitch-ass crew

Every other city we go and every video

Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty ho

You think it's all about you? Well, boo

I gets down like Dru, and my nasty new niggas, too

[Yaki Kadafi:]

You couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter track

A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff

When I started to snaps all your rode 'em swoll

Straight in control, flows'll fold, while hoes cold stroll

Hold the set, I told Dramacy' go in next

Gold diggin', cold diggin' a gold Rolex

[Hussein Fatal:]

I slide in easily, try a grizzly

Sluts know the cuts, I came to fuck, try skeezin' me

Runnin' up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya

At the most, I fucked a bitch

From the West Coast to West Virginia

[Nate Dogg (2Pac):]

Every other city we go, every other video

(It's all about you)

No matter where I go, I see the same ho

Every other city we go, every other video

(It's all about you)

No matter where I go, I see the same ho

Every other city we go, every other video

(It's all about you)

No matter where I go, I see the same ho

Every other city we go, every other video

No matter where I go, I see the same ho

[Snoop Doggy Dogg:]

I'm tellin' ya, it's the same old shit

I mean, goddamn, you know what I'm sayin'?

I'm sittin' back, watchin' Montell Jordan video

I see the same bitch who was in my homeboy Nate Dogg video

Then I flip the channel

I'm checkin' out my homeboy 2Pac video

I see the same bitch that was in my video, you knahmsayin'?

And then, you nahmsayin', what make that even mo' fucked up

I'm watchin' a Million Man March

And I see the same bitch, on the Million Man March

That was in the homeboy Warren G video

I mean, damn, everywhere I look

Everywhere I go, I see the same ho'

Don't get mad, I'm only bein' real, yeah

☆☆☆☆☆

"Skandalouz"

(feat. Nate Dogg)

[2Pac:]

Hey Nate you know you got to focus on this motherfucker

We's gonna talk about these scandalous hoes

[Nate:]

I can talk about scandalous bitches

[2Pac:]

Oh I know you can!

I know you that's why we gonna do it

Daz on the beat

Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin around with the piano nigga

Just drop that shit like uh, this here

[2Pac:]

I met you through my homie now you act like you don't know me

So disappointed cause baby that shit was so phony

It's not for me, you see no lovin from my closest homies

Woulda paid you no mind, but baby you was all up on me

While you proceed with precision, you had the table hosed

No, I ain't mad at you baby, go 'head and play them fools

They chose not to listen, so now he stuck inside his house

And can't leave without his bitch permission

The mission's to be a playa, my alias is Boss

Drop a top on these jealous niggaz, playa let me floss

Y'all don't wanna see me in pain

I'll leave that ass like Toni Braxton, "Never breathing again"

It's scandalous, I never liked your back stabbin ass, trick

Used to watch you money grabbin, who you baggin beeyitch?

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

But bitches lookin scandalous

[Nate Dogg:]

Scandalous. She's so scandalous, she's so scandalous

She's so scandalous. She's so scandalous, she's so scandalous

Scandalous. She's so scandalous, she's so scandalous

She's so scandalous. She's so scandalous, she's so scandalous

[2Pac:]

How's it hangin? Cause baby from the back the shit is bangin

I've been stressin in this ghetto game, tryin to do my thang

Won't be no bullshit, no ass-kissin

This bitch'll have ya wakin up with all your cash missin

I'm askin, as if I'm qualified to analyze

You're lookin at a bitch who specialize in tellin lies

She got a body make a motherfucker fantasize

Her face ain't never shed a tear through them scandalous eyes

My sister precious in poverty

Plus I knew she was a freak bitch so why should it bother me?

I'd probably be sprung, addicted to the heat of her tongue

And though I don't where we're goin, she's makin me come

I've been trained as a boss playa, so what you sayin?

Let me show you, got some hookers we can toss later

Before I let her get me, I got her

Went in her purse took a hundred dollars

Nigga I'm so scandalous

[Nate Dogg:]

Scandalous. She's so scandalous, she's so scandalous

She's so scandalous. She's so scandalous, she's so scandalous

Scandalous. She's so scandalous, she's so scandalous

She's so scandalous. She's so scandalous, she's so scandalous

[2Pac:]

Dangerous and ambitious, while schemin on gettin riches

I'm spittin at tricks cause I'm addicted to pretty bitches

Currency motivated, not easily terminated

Now that we made it, my niggaz can never be faded

This is my prophecy -- I gotta be paid

All you cowards that try to stop me is beggin for early graves

I thought we was cool, I was a fool, thinkin you could be true

When I don't fuck with your punk crew

These are the tales for my niggaz doin time in the cell

I went from hell, to livin well

Bustin at niggaz who said my name in vain

I got no time for them tricks, I'm heavy in the game

I wanna be a baller, please

But the bitches and the liquor keep on callin me

I'm floatin free on the highway, formulatin plans

Can't wait til I see L.A., cause it's so scandalous

[Nate Dogg:]

Scandalous. She's so scandalous, she's so scandalous

She's so scandalous. She's so scandalous, she's so scandalous

Scandalous. She's so scandalous, she's so scandalous

She's so scandalous. She's so scandalous, she's so scandalous

[Nate Dogg repeats to end (2Pac speaks over):]

Scandalous. She's so scandalous, she's so scandalous

She's so scandalous. She's so scandalous, she's so scandalous

Scandalous. She's so scandalous, she's so scandalous

She's so scandalous. She's so scandalous, she's so scandalous

(Aiyyo. How the prettiest bitch be the more scandalous the hoe be

You ever peep that shit? (Nah)

A bitch can be like fifteen, fuckin with a nigga 35

Gettin him for ends

Hoes these days is way too motherfuckin intelligent

When these niggaz get to trickin, hahaha, it's over then

That's aight though

Keep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

Watch them hoes

All you niggaz out there

Beware these lyin ass scandalous bitches)

☆☆☆☆☆

"Got My Mind Made Up"

(feat. Daz, Kurupt, Method Man, Redman)

[Daz Dillinger:]

You find an MC like me who's strong

Leavin' motherfuckers aborted with no verbal support

And when I command the microphone I get deadly as Khan though

With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm all those

Who can withstand the more power I gain

And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck your brain

Imagine and keep on wishin' upon a star

Finally realizin' who the fuck we are

When I penetrate, it's been withstandin', faded

Would it be the greatest MC of all time when I created rhyme

For the simple fact, when I attack, I crush your pride

My intention to ride, every time on lye

I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar

For me to put down my guard, I'm faced what I'ma ride

Breakin' in gas with the '68 all day

In-and-out with my pay, I'm soon to count the bodies

[2Pac:]

So mandatory my elevation, my lyrics like orientation

So you can be more familiar with the nigga you facin'

We must be patient, nothin' better than communication

Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stations

Sorry I left that ass waitin'

No more procrastination, give up to fate and get that ass shakin'

I'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic

Don't take your life for granted

Put that ass in the dirt, you swear the bitch was planted

My lyrics motivate the planet

It's similar to Rhythm Nation, but thugged out, forgive me, Janet

Who's in control, I'm activatin' your souls

You know the way the games get controlled

Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine

Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind

Bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote

Takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat

[Method Man:]

I got my mind made up, come on

Get in, get into

Let it ride, tonight's the night

I got my mind made up, come on

Get in, get into

Let it ride, tonight's the night

[Kurupt:]

Well I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophylactics

For protection so my fuckin' sac won't collapse

Cause nowadays, shit's evadin' the X-rays

Sendin' young motherfuckers to an early grave

I wonder if my terrifyin' tactics of torturin' MC's

Shows my heart's as cold as the tundra

Electrifyin' like thunder, I'm just too much

Rough and raw with that motherfuckin' poisonous touch

I'm an, MC with lyrics that's the fuckin' Bombay

You got ten steps before instant death like Bai Mei

My rhymes'll leave a mark on your mind

As the deadly virus spread through your head like Sand Palm

There's no escape, nah, I ain't blastin'

I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin''

Opposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain

Laughter enhances the chances of the killin'

Why is that? Cause smilin' faces deceive

You best believe: to MC's, I'm the deadliest disease

My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe

Your whole camp's under siege and I'm Jason Voorhees

In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics

My verbal snipe your vocabs on site

I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all

So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall

You already have an idea about the superior sphere

The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the equator

I rock from here to there, to Philly and back

To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps

As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact

Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat

[Method Man:]

Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks, I makes manoeuvres

Like Hitler, stickin' up Jews with German Lugers

The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle

Will be back after this message, don't touch the dial

Rarely do you see an MC out for justice

Got my gun powder and my musket, blaow

Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan

Half of my Clan's repeat felons

Niggas best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel

Man, I stay on point like icicles

Now who wanna test Tical, then touch Tical

All up in your motherfuckin' mouth

Headbanger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie

Method Man rolled too tight, you can't pull me

Better take one and pass or that's that ass

Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast

Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash

Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

[Redman:]

Lyrical gats spittin' the criminal tactics

Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards

Let's face it, there's no replacement

Taste this mad underground basement shit I'm laced with

Avalanche on your whole camp when I'm spliffted

Funk Doctor who, Spock, bitch, don't get it twisted

I got connects like Federal Express

To get the fresh package of bless the dogs can't fetch

Got the clear spot from the rear block

To bust 'til every nigga here drop, men I fear not

Hold your nose and blow out 'til your ears pop

Since your crew suit you to shift, now you claim that your gears locked

Whiff this underground cannabis

I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst

Flip MC's like ki's

My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's

Lick off a shot and hit your fam by mistake

So I erase the whole front row at the wake

I planned my escape in case Jake wann' snake bust it

I'm the one pushin' the hearse in the first place

Confidence for you shaky-ass folks

Pump for Rockafeller for the day he got smoked

Choke off this antidote, got you ope

Get roast by my lyrical Billy Dee .45 Colt

And I'm out for 9-nickel

[*in the background*]

[INS the rebel]

☆☆☆☆☆

"How Do You Want It"

(feat. K-Ci and JoJo)

[K-Ci & JoJo:]

How do you want it?

How do you feel?

Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game

Livin' in the fast lane; I'm for real

How do you want it yeah?

How do you feel?

Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game

Livin' in the fast lane; I'm for real

[2Pac:]

I love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out

Got a brother wantin' it so bad, I'm about to pass out

Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it

Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it

Catch you at a club, oh shit you got me fiendin'

Body talkin' shit to me but I can't comprehend the meanin'

Now, if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance

Doin' eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can

Forgive me I'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man

All I want is money, fuck the fame I'm a simple man

Mr. International, player with the passport

Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for

It's either him or me - Champagne, Hennessy

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a ho need

Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need

Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day

But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way

Your body is bangin' baby I love it when you flaunt it

Time to give it to daddy, nigga, now tell me how you want it

[K-Ci & JoJo:]

How do you want it?

How does it feel?

Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game

Livin' in the fast lane

I'm for real

How do you want it?

How do you feel?

Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game

Livin' in the fast lane

I'm for real

[2Pac:]

Tell me is it cool to fuck?

Did you think I come to talk?

Am I a fool or what?

Positions on the floor

It's like erotic

Ironic, cause I'm somewhat psychotic

I'm hittin'' switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics

Up and down like a roller coaster

I'm up inside ya, I ain't quittin' 'til the show is over

Cause I'm a rider, in and out just like a robbery, I'll probably be a freak and let you get on top of me

Get her rockin' these

Nights full of Alize

A livin' legend you ain't heard about

These niggas play these Cali days

C. Delores Tucker, you's a motherfucker

Instead of tryin' to help a nigga you destroy a brother

Worse than the others; Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole

You're too old to understand the way the game's told

You're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts

Once I'm released, I'm makin' millions, nigga, top that

They wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a cell

Livin' in hell - only a few of us'll live to tell

Now everybody talkin' about us I could give a fuck

I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss

Nigga, tell me how you want it

[K-Ci & JoJo:]

How do you want it?

How do you feel?

Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game

Livin' in the fast lane

I'm for real

How do you want it?

How do you feel?

Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game

Livin' in the fast lane

I'm for real

[2Pac:]

Raised as a youth

Tell the truth, I got the scoop

On how to get a bulletproof

Cause I jumped from the roof

'fore I was a teenager, mobile phone, Skypager

Game rules, I'm livin' major - my adversaries

Is lookin' worried, they paranoid of gettin' buried

One of us gonna see the cemetery

My only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive

Gettin' high, see the demons in my eyes, before I die

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

And then I'm chillin' fade 'em all

These taxes got me crossed up and people tryin' to sue me

Media is in my business and they actin' like they know me

But I'ma mash out and peel out

I’m with a clique that’s quick to whip that fuckin' steel out

Yeah nigga, it's some new shit so better get up on it

When you see me, tell a nigga how you want it

How do you want it?

[K-Ci & JoJo:]

How do you want it?

How do you feel?

Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game

Livin' in the fast lane

I'm for real

How do you want it?

How do you feel?

Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game

Livin' in the fast lane

I'm for real

How do you want it?

How do you feel?

Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game

Livin' in the fast lane

I'm for real

How do you want it?

How do you feel?

Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game

Livin' in the fast lane

I'm for real

[2Pac:]

Me and my Nigga Johnny J... yeah we out

[K-Ci & JoJo:]

How do you want it?

How do you feel?

Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game

Livin' in the fast lane

I'm for real

How do you want it?

How do you feel?

Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game

Livin' in the fast lane

I'm for real

[K-Ci & JoJo:]

How do you want it?

How do you feel?

Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game

Livin' in the fast lane

I'm for real

☆☆☆☆☆

"2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted"

(feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg)

[2Pac:]

Up out of there

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

Eh, light that up, Snoop! Why you actin like that?

Ah shit, you done fucked up now

(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)

You done put two of America's most wanted in the same motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)

Y'all niggas about to feel this

(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)

Break out the Champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms, have one on us, a'ight?

(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)

[Snoop Dogg:]

A toast to the gangsters

[2Pac:]

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture

Bomb the hoochies with precision

My intention's to get richer

With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg, my fuckin' homie

You's a cold-ass nigga on them hogs

[Snoop Dogg:]

Sho 'nuff, I keep my hand on my gun

'Cause they got me on the run

Now I'm back in the courtroom, waitin' on the outcome

"Free 2Pac" is all that's on a nigga's mind

But at the same time, it seems they tryin' to take mine

So I'ma get smart and get defensive and shit

And put together a Million March for some gangsta shit

[2Pac:]

So now they got us laced

Two multi-millionaire motherfuckers catchin' cases

Bitches get ready for the throw down

The shit's about to go down

Me and Snoop about to clown

I'm losin' my religion

I'm vicious on these stool pigeons

You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin'

Niggas be actin' like they savage

They out to get the cabbage

I've got nothin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish

[Snoop Dogg:]

I've got a pit named Petey, she Nigerina

I've got a house out in the hills right next to Chino

And I think I've got a black Bimmer

But my dream's to own a fly casino

Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal

And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal

It feels good to you, baby-bubba

You see, this is for the G's and the keys, motherfucker

[2Pac:]

Now follow as we ride

Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the West side

And I can make you famous

Niggas been dyin' for years, so how could they blame us?

I live in fear of a felony

I never stop bailin' these motherfuckin' G's

If you got it, better flaunt it

Another warrant for two of America's most wanted

[Daz Dillinger (2Pac):]

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

(Nothin' but a gangsta party)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

(Nothin' but a gangsta party

Ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

(Nothin' but a gangsta party

Ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

[2Pac:]

Now give me fifty feet

Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets

And keep whatever's left of me

Jealousy is misery, sufferin' is grief

Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me

I bust and flee, these niggas must be crazy, what?

There ain't no mercy, motherfuckers who can't fade the thugs

You thought it was, but it wasn't, now disappear

Bow down in the presence of a boss player

[Snoop Dogg:]

It's like Cuz/Blood gang-bangin'

Everybody in the party doin' dope-slangin'

You gotta have papers in this world

You might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl

You doin' your job every day

And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray

Let me tell you about life and about the way it is

You see, we live by the gun, so we die by the guns, kids

[2Pac:]

They tell me not to roll with my glock

So now I got a throw-away

Floatin' in the black Benz, tryin' to do a show a day

They wonder how I live with five shots

Niggas is hard to kill on my block

Schemes for currency and dough-related

Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it

No answers to questions, I'm tryin' to get up on it

My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted

[Daz Dillinger (2Pac):]

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

(Nothin' but a gangsta party

It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

(Nothin' but a gangsta party

It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

(Nothin' but a gangsta party

It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

(Nothin' but a gangsta party

It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

[2Pac:]

Biatch! Where you at? Where you at?

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

Yeah, Death Row

☆☆☆☆☆

"No More Pain"

Hey DeVante

Nigga, don'tcha know we're gonna sow up every bitch in the country

Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin' room

On the same level

This shit here, hahahaha

Please, no more pain

That's right nigga

Hey drop that shit boy

My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes

My lyrics explode on contact, gamin' you hoes

Who else but Mama's only son, fuck the phony niggas I'm the one

Say my name, watch bitches come

Now fire when ready, stay watchin' our figure

Increase speed, make you motherfuckers bleed from your mouth quicker

Plus all these niggas that you run with, be on some dumb shit

Trickin' on hoes, I ain't the one bitch

Holla my name and witness game official, it's so sick

Have every single bitch that came witchu, on my dick

Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased

I'm movin' you stupid bitches, vicious telekinesis

Am I reachin' your brain? Nigga how can I explain?

How vicious this Thug motherfucker came

When I die, I want to be a living legend, say my name

Affiliated with this motherfuckin' game, with no more pain

[Interpretation of Method Man's "Bring the Pain":]

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain

Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain

Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain

Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain

Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

Line up my adversaries, blast on sight

And fuck your boyfriend bitch, I want some ass tonight You know my steelo, Alize and Cristal, weed

Sure you heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh

Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast

I dare you niggas to open fire, I'll murder that ass

And disappear before the, cops come runnin'

My Glock's spittin' rounds, niggas fallin' down clutchin' they stomach

It's Westside, Death Row, Thug niggas on the rise

Busters shot me five times, real niggas don't die

Can ya hear me?, laced with this game, I know you fear me

Spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me

My only fear of death is reincarnation

Heart of a solider with a brain to teach your whole nation

And feelin' no more pain

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain

Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain

Let's go inside my astral plane (yeah nigga, no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain (what, what nigga)

Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain

Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain (no pain nigga)

Let's go inside my astral plane (no pain)

Bury me that's what they all say

It's time to make a killin', sure to make a million with DeVante

Bitch I know you want me, what your mouth say?, now, watch your eyes

You don't wanna get with me, that's a lie

I got my hands on your hips, no time to bullshit

Freaky bitch, come give me kiss

Tell them niggas from other areas, brothers from here

So obsessed with this money makin' it ain't nothin' we fear

Now they label me a troublemaker, cause I'm a ridah

Death to you playa haters, don't let me find ya

Mama made me rugged, Baptize the public

Now you all thugs, nigga don't you love it

It's similar to multiple gunshots, retaliation is a must

Wasn't too sure what you facin' so watch the guns bust

You niggas'll bleed, fuckin' with me you'll be deceased

Never restin' in peace, nigga

With no more pain

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain

Let's go inside my astral plane

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain

Let's go inside my astral plane

[Collision:]

Hahahahaha, yeah nigga, yeah! Hahahaha

No more pain

It's just like that nigga, like that yeah

No more pain

Motherfuckers can't handle that shit

Much too much for these bitches

No more pain

Feel me nigga? Feel me?

How you figure you can fuck with me?

Fully automatic type shit

No more pain

Coward ass niggas, cowards

Come put your mouth on this pistol nigga

Come put your mouth on the pistol, no more pain

Close your eyes nigga, do it

Die in the dark, no more pain

Death Row, so what you motherfuckers do?

Hey that's DeVante droppin' that beat like that BEYATCH

In case you wonderin'

And jealous niggas, hahaha, see y'all niggas

Motherfuckin' niggas are shit

Hey

[Whispering in the background:]

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain

Let's go inside my astral plane

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain

Let's go inside my astral plane

Westsiiiiiide! Death to everybody that ain't down with me

That's on, feel me? Hahaha

Oh yeah, to the cowards, you know who you are, it's still Bad Boy Killa

Just feel that, Thug Life, shit don't stop

Fat motherfuckers got Downs Syndrome, motherfuckers

Weak ass niggas, dancers turned fuckin' CEOs

Put your mouth on this pistol nigga

Put your mouth on the pistol!

Hahahaha, yeah nigga no more pain

Prison ain't changed me nigga, it made me worse

Feel me nigga, haha

No more pain

Hey DeVante I'm givin' these motherfuckers choices

Niggas can roll with us, or they can be rolled up under us

That's on you nigga, what you wanna do?

Last year we was lettin' these niggas kick up dust

This year you motherfuckers gonna be dust

Thug Life nigga Westsiiide!

☆☆☆☆☆

"Heartz Of Men"

Hey Suge, what I tell you, nigga

When I come out of jail, what was I gonna do?

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas' chest, right

Watch this

Hey Quik, let me get them binoculars, nigga, the binoculars

Hahahaha, yeah nigga, time to ride

Grab your bulletproof vest nigga

Cause it's gonna be a long one

Now me and Quik finna show you niggas what it's like on this side - the real side

Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real motherfuckers

And there's gonna be some pussies

Now the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches

The pussies are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin'

Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride get tricky

See, you got some niggas on your side that say they're your friends, but in real life they your enemies

And then you got some motherfuckers that say they your enemies

But in real life they eyes is on your money

See, the enemies will say they true

But in real life those niggas will be the snitches

It's a dirty game, y'all

Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with

Cause the shit get wild, y'all

Keep your mind on your riches, Baby

Keep your mind on your riches

9-1-1! It's an emergency, cowards tried to murder me

From hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me

Shit, I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed

Nothing more I despise than a liar

Cowards die

My mama told me when I was a seed

Just a vicious motherfucker why these devils left me free

I proceed to make them shiver

When I deliver

Criminal lyrics

From a world wide mob figure

Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli

Niggas is waiting for some thug shit, that's what they tell me

So many rumors but I'm infinite Immortal Outlaw

Switching up on you ordinary bitches

Like a southpaw you get left

And every breath I breathe until the moment I'm deceased

Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G'

I rip the crowd, then I start again

Eternally I live in sin

Until the moment that they let me breathe again

The heartz of men

The hearts of men

My lyrical verse was so much pain, to some niggas it hurts

My guns bust and, if you ain't one of us, it gets worse

Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll

In fly mode

I'm a homicidal outlaw

And 5-0, get your lights on, the fight's on

Tonight's gonna be a fucking fight

So we might roll

My own homies say I'm heartless

But I'm a G to this til the day I'm gone, that's regardless

Ride by, niggas bow down

Thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well, nigga's out now

Throw up your hands if you thugged out

First nigga act up

First nigga getting drugged out

I can be a villain if ya let me

But motherfucker if ya do upset me

Tell the cops to come and get me

Rip the crowd like a phone number

Then start again, don't have no mutherfuckin' friends, nigga

Look inside the hearts of men

In the hearts of men

To all my niggas engaged in making money in the fifty states

Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch

No longer living in fear, my pistol close in hand

Convinced this is my year, like I'm the chosen man

Give me my money and label me as a don

If niggas is having problems

Smoke' em, fire and bomb

I died and came back

I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack

Thugging is in my spirit

I'm lost and not knowing

Scared up, but still flowing

Energized and still going

Uh, can it be fate

That makes a sick motherfucker break

On these jealous ass coward cause they evil and fake

What will it take ?

Give me that bass line, I'm feeling bomb

Death Row, baby, don't be alarmed

The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again

Represent

Cause I've been sent

The hearts of men

☆☆☆☆☆

"Life Goes On"

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?

Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G

Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death

My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?

Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G

Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death

My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on

As I bail through the empty halls, breath stinkin' in my jaws

Ring, ring, ring, quiet y'all, incoming call

Plus this my homie from high school, he's getting by

It's time to bury another brother, nobody cry

Life as a baller: alcohol and booty calls

We used to do them as adolescents, do you recall?

Raised as G's, loc'ed out and blazed the weed

Get on the roof, let's get smoked out and blaze with me

2 in the morning and we still high assed out

Screaming "thug till I die" before I passed out

But now that you're gone, I'm in the zone

Thinking I don't wanna die all alone, but now ya gone

And all I got left are stinkin' memories

I love them niggas to death, I'm drinkin' Hennessy

While trying to make it last

I drank a fifth for that ass when you passed

Cause life goes on

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?

Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G

Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death

My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?

Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G

Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death

My niggas, we the last ones left, and life goes on

Yeah nigga, I got the word is hell

Ya blew trial and the judge gave you 25 with an L

Time to prepare to do fed time, won't see parole

Imagine life as a convict that's getting old

Plus with the drama we're looking out for your baby's mama

Taken risks, while keeping cheap tricks from getting on her

Life in the hood is all good for nobody

Remember gaming on dumb hotties at yo' parties

Me and you, no truer two

While scheming on hits

And getting tricks that maybe we can slide into

But now you buried. Rest, nigga, cause I ain't worried

Eyes blurry saying goodbye at the cemetery

Though memories fade

I got your name tatted on my arm

So we both ball till my dying days

Before I say goodbye

Kato and Mental rest in peace. Thug till I die!

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?

Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G

Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death

My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?

Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G

Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death

My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on

Bury me smiling with G's in my pocket

Have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it

Let the hoes that I used to know

From way before kiss me from my head to my toe

Give me a paper and a pen so I can write about my life of sin

A couple bottles of gin in case I don't get in

Tell all my people I'm a Ridah

Nobody cries when we die, we outlaws, let me ride

Until I get free, I live my life in the fast lane

Got police chasing me

To my niggas from old blocks, from old crews

Niggas that guided me through back in the old school

Pour out some liquor, have a toast for the homies

See, we both gotta die, but you chose to go before me

And brothers, miss ya while your gone

You left your nigga on his own. How long we mourn?

Life goes on

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?

Life goes on homie

Gone on, cause they passed away

Niggas doing life, niggas doing 50 and 60 years and shit

I feel ya, nigga. Trust me, I feel ya

You know what I mean

Last year we poured out liquor for ya

This year nigga, life goes on

We're gonna clock now

Get money, evade bitches, evade tricks, give playa haters plenty of space, and basically just represent for you baby

Next time you see your niggas, you're gonna be on top, nigga

They're gonna be like, "Goddamn, them niggas came up"

That's right, baby, life goes on and we up out this bitch

Hey Kato, Mental

Y'all niggas make sure it's poppin' when we get up there man

Don't front

Life goes on

Hold me no more hold me no more

Yes it do yes it do yes it do

☆☆☆☆☆

"Only God Can Judge Me"

(feat. Rappin 4-Tay)

[2Pac:]

Only God can judge me (that right?)

Only God can judge me now

Nobody else (nobody else)

All you other motherfuckers get out my business (really)

Only God can judge me now

[2Pac:]

Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back

I couldn't trust my own homies, just a bunch of dirty rats

Will I succeed? Paranoid from the weed

And hocus pocus, I try to focus, but I can't see

And in my mind I'm a blind man doin' time

Look to my future, 'cause my past is all behind me

Is it a crime to fight for what is mine?

Everybody's dyin', tell me what's the use of tryin'

I've been trapped since birth, cautious 'cause I'm cursed

And fantasies of my family in a hearse

And they say it's the white man I should fear

But it's my own kind doin' all the killin' here

I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

Jealousy inside, make 'em wish I died

Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin' for

Everybody's droppin', got me knockin' on Heaven's door

And all my memories of seein' brothers bleed

And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees

Recollect your thoughts, don't get caught up in the mix

'Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

[2Pac:]

Only God can judge me

Only God can judge me, only God

Only God can judge me

Only God can judge me

Only God can judge me, only God

Only God can judge me now

Only God can judge me, only God

Only God can judge me

Only God can judge me, only God

Only God can judge me

[Flatline]

[2Pac:]

I hear the doctor standin' over me, screamin' I can make it

Got a body full of bullet holes, layin' here naked

Still I can't breathe, something's evil in my IV

'Cause everytime I breathe I think they killin' me

I'm havin' nightmares, homicidal fantasies

I wake up stranglin', tangled in my bed sheets

I call the nurse 'cause it hurts to reminisce

How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss

Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here

'Cause even thugs cry, but do the Lord care?

Try to remember, but it hurts

I'm walkin' through the cemetery, talkin' to the dirt

I'd rather die like a man than live like a coward

There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours

"Black Power!" is what we scream

As we dream in a paranoid state

And our fate is a lifetime of hate

Dear Mama, can you save me? And fuck peace

'Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat

No more hesitation, each and every black male's trapped

And they wonder why we suicidal running 'round strapped

Mr. Police, please try to see

That there's a million motherfuckers stressin' just like me

[2Pac:]

Only God can judge me

Only God can judge me, only God

Only God can judge me

Only God can judge me

Only God can judge me, only God

Only God can judge me

Only God can judge me

Only God can judge me, only God

Only God can judge me

Only God can judge me now

[2Pac:]

That which does not kill me can only make me stronger

That's for real

and I don't see why everybody feel as though

that they gotta tell me how to live my life

You know?

Let me live, baby, let me live

[Rappin' 4-Tay:]

Pac, I feel ya, keep servin' it on the reala

For instance, say a playa hatin' mark is out to kill ya

Would you be wrong for buckin' a nigga to the pavement?

He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin'

Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law

So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin' a cross

That's real, got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him

Sold a half a million tapes, now everybody want him

After talkin' behind my back like a bitch would

Tellin' them niggas, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would

It be them same motherfuckers in your face

That'll rush up in your place to get your safe

Knowin' you on that paper chase

Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch

My new shit is so fetti, already sold a ki or ounce

Bitch, remember 2Pac and 4-Tay

Them same two brothers dodgin' bullets representin' the Bay

Pac, when you was locked down

That's when I'll be around

Start climbin' up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

That's why they ride the bandwagon

Still be draggin' sellin' lies

Don't think I don't see you haters, I know y'all in disguise

[2Pac:]

Guess you figure you know me, 'cause I'm a thug

That love to hit the late night club drink and buzzed

Been livin' lavish like a player all day

Now I'm bout to floss 'em off, player shit with 4-Tay

[2Pac:]

Only God can judge me

Only God can judge me, only God

Only God can judge me

Only God can judge me

Only God can judge me, only God

Only God can judge me

Only God can judge me, only God

Only God can judge me

Only God can judge me

Only God can judge me, only God

Only God can judge me now

[2Pac (Rappin 4-Tay):]

(Only God, mane)

That right?

(That's real)

Hahahahahaha

(Fuck everybody else, you know what I'm sayin'?)

Man, look here, man

My only fear of death

Is comin' back to this bitch reincarnated, man

That's for the homie mental

(Hehehehe)

We up out

☆☆☆☆☆

"Tradin War Stories"

(feat. C-Bo, Dramacydal, Storm, CPO, Outlawz)

[2Pac:]

A military mind, nigga

A military mind mean money

A criminal grind, nigga

A criminal grind mean hustle

You know

[2Pac:]

We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise

Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise

Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

[2Pac:]

Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin' hard liquor

This ghetto life has got me catchin' up to God quicker

Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger

Semi-automatic MAC-11 just to scare niggas

Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday

And feared men grow on trees

Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes

So niggas whisper when they mention

Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure

Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers

Henceforth, we thug niggas and we came in packs

Every one of niggas strapped sippin' on ‘yak

In the back, my AR-15

Thuggin' 'til I die, these streets got me cravin' thorazine

My lyrics are blueprints to money makin'

Fat as that ass that honey shakin'

[2Pac & Kastro:]

My nigga tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise

Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

My nigga tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise

Jealous niggas despise, look in my eyes

[Kastro:]

I bust a trey-trey, buggin an' shit

They call it overthuggin' and shit

But I was just a younger nigga;

Gettin' older and lovin' this shit

But what was I doin' in this place?

To the fakes without a pistol in the first

Facin' termination in the worst

But I figured to play the wall; to watch all

These playa hatin' niggas position for I could see 'em all

Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you

But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryna tell you

[Edi Amin:]

Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out smokin' greenery

Considered a B.G., but I'm off in this game something D-P

My eyes only see deez, that's why I'm young and burnt out

Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out

And wide open - the ridin' and smokin'

Collidin' with foes - in the worst place;

y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us ,in the first place

Y'all real O.G.'s, droppin' game to the youngsters

Y'all don't want no funk cause

y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

[2Pac & C-Bo:]

We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise

Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise

Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

[C-Bo:]

I breaks them off with this gangsta war story tale

Stacking loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12

Slap my clip in the chamber; fool, your life's in danger

No one will remain when I come through dumping insane

Call me Bo Loc Major Pain, gun-slang and moving 'caine

I be the nigga that's pulling the trigger and dumping the hot ones up in your brain

More bigger balls than RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball

We bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall)

Never been no sign for men call

How we bucks them down on the way to the ground

Ain't nothing but the hog in me

Plus, stompin' steel toed, killin' up hoes and keep mobbin' G

It ain't no calling the funk off

Don't be funking with my sawed off

Bust they dirty-ass drawers off

And had them bitch niggas hauled off

[2Pac (Napolean):]

We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise

Jealous niggas I despise (look in my eyes)

We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise

Jealous niggas I despise (look in my eyes)

[Napoleon:]

My whole family been raised, on shit that ain't okay

Ain't nothing on this earth will make a nigga like me stay

I'm reminiscing, and catchin' flashbacks when niggas ran up

in my house and I was too young, to try to blast back

What happened then? No one would tell me since I was three

Heard that God took my peoples, now they living somewhere free

But fuck that, you got whats mines and I want that

Never drop my guard, been on the squad, since ways back

And now I'm sitting, holding in anger because my parents missing

Thugging Immortal when got some war stories for you

[Storm:]

Now look at me - straight Outlaw Immortal

Never gave a fuck cause I was nobody's daughter

Outlawing from my tits to my clits, don't try to figure

Cause the murderous tendencies in my mind, can't be controlled, nigga

So who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer?

Would you try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla

When I got you on kay-nine-fourths

Prayin' to God as your life goes back and forth

We tradin' war stories

[2Pac:]

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise

Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise

Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise

Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise

Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise

Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise

Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise

Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise

Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise

Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise

Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise

Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes

[2Pac:]

War stories nigga; hahaha, what players do

Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz

Motherfucking 2Pac a.k.a. Makaveli

Can you feel me?

Just so you know, it's on Death Row

My niggas love that shit

Dramacydal in this motherfucker, heheheh

Yea nigga! Shout out to my niggas Fatal N Felony

C-Bo, the bald head nut, what?

You know what time it is

☆☆☆☆☆

"California Love"

(feat. Dr. Dre, Roger Troutman)

[Roger Troutman:]

California love

California knows how to party

California knows how to party

In the city of L.A

In the city of good ol' Watts

In the city, the city of Compton

We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'

[Dr. Dre:]

Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west

A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness

The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest

Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex

We in that sunshine state where the bomb-ass hemp be

The state where you never find a dance floor empty

And pimps be on a mission for them greens

Lean mean money-making-machines serving fiends

I been in the game for 10 years making rap tunes

Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon

Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me

Diamonds shining, looking like I robbed Liberace

It's all good, from Diego to the Bay

Your city is the bomb if your city making pay

Throw up a finger if you feel the same way

Dre putting it down for Californ-i-a

[Roger Troutman:]

California knows how to party

California knows how to party (Yes, they do)

In the city of L.A

In the city of good ol' Watts

In the city, the city of Compton

We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'

[Roger Troutman:]

Shake, shake it, baby

Shake, shake it, mama

Shake it Cali, shake it shake it baby

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

[2Pac:]

Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreaming

Soon as I step on the scene, I'm hearing hoochies screaming

Fiending for money and alcohol

The life of a Westside player where cowards die and the strong ball

Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die

In L.A. we wearing Chucks not Ballys (yeah, that's right)

Dressed in Locs and Khaki suits, and ride is what we do

Flossing, but have caution: we collide with other crews

Famous because we throw grams

Worldwide, let them recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrans

Bumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's Westside

So you know the row won't bow down to no man

Say what you say, but give me that bomb beat from Dre

Let me serenade the streets of L.A

From Oakland to Sac-town, the Bay Area and back down

Cali is where they put their mack down

Give me love!

[Roger Troutman:]

California knows how to party

California knows how to party (Yes, they do)

In the city of L.A

In the city of good ol' Watts

In the city, the city of Compton

We keep it rockin'

[Dr. Dre:] South Central

[2Pac:] Uh, that's right

[Dr. Dre:] Now make it shake

[Roger Troutman:]

Shake, shake it, baby

Shake, shake it, mama

Shake it Cali, shake it shake it baby

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

[Dr. Dre:]

Shake it Cali

Uh, uh, West Coast

Uh, yeah, uh, uh, Long Beach in the house

Uh, yeah, Oaktown, Oakland definitely in the house

Frisco, Frisco

[2Pac:]

And you know L.A. up in here

[Dr. Dre:]

Pasadena where you at?

Yeah, Inglewood

Inglewood always up to no good

[2Pac:]

Even Hollywood trying to get a piece, baby

[Dr. Dre:]

Sacramento, Sacramento where you at?

[2Pac:]

Throw it up ya'll, throw it up, throw it up!

I can't see ya

Let's show these fools how we do it over on this West Side

Cause you and I know it's the best side

Yeah, that's right

West Coast, West Coast

☆☆☆☆☆

"California Love"

(feat. Dr. Dre, Roger Troutman)

[Roger Troutman:]

California love

California knows how to party

California knows how to party

In the city of L.A

In the city of good ol' Watts

In the city, the city of Compton

We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'

[Dr. Dre:]

Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west

A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness

The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest

Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex

We in that sunshine state where the bomb-ass hemp be

The state where you never find a dance floor empty

And pimps be on a mission for them greens

Lean mean money-making-machines serving fiends

I been in the game for 10 years making rap tunes

Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon

Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me

Diamonds shining, looking like I robbed Liberace

It's all good, from Diego to the Bay

Your city is the bomb if your city making pay

Throw up a finger if you feel the same way

Dre putting it down for Californ-i-a

[Roger Troutman:]

California knows how to party

California knows how to party (Yes, they do)

In the city of L.A

In the city of good ol' Watts

In the city, the city of Compton

We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'

[Roger Troutman:]

Shake, shake it, baby

Shake, shake it, mama

Shake it Cali, shake it shake it baby

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

[2Pac:]

Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreaming

Soon as I step on the scene, I'm hearing hoochies screaming

Fiending for money and alcohol

The life of a Westside player where cowards die and the strong ball

Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die

In L.A. we wearing Chucks not Ballys (yeah, that's right)

Dressed in Locs and Khaki suits, and ride is what we do

Flossing, but have caution: we collide with other crews

Famous because we throw grams

Worldwide, let them recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrans

Bumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's Westside

So you know the row won't bow down to no man

Say what you say, but give me that bomb beat from Dre

Let me serenade the streets of L.A

From Oakland to Sac-town, the Bay Area and back down

Cali is where they put their mack down

Give me love!

[Roger Troutman:]

California knows how to party

California knows how to party (Yes, they do)

In the city of L.A

In the city of good ol' Watts

In the city, the city of Compton

We keep it rockin'

[Dr. Dre:] South Central

[2Pac:] Uh, that's right

[Dr. Dre:] Now make it shake

[Roger Troutman:]

Shake, shake it, baby

Shake, shake it, mama

Shake it Cali, shake it shake it baby

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

[Dr. Dre:]

Shake it Cali

Uh, uh, West Coast

Uh, yeah, uh, uh, Long Beach in the house

Uh, yeah, Oaktown, Oakland definitely in the house

Frisco, Frisco

[2Pac:]

And you know L.A. up in here

[Dr. Dre:]

Pasadena where you at?

Yeah, Inglewood

Inglewood always up to no good

[2Pac:]

Even Hollywood trying to get a piece, baby

[Dr. Dre:]

Sacramento, Sacramento where you at?

[2Pac:]

Throw it up ya'll, throw it up, throw it up!

I can't see ya

Let's show these fools how we do it over on this West Side

Cause you and I know it's the best side

Yeah, that's right

West Coast, West Coast

☆☆☆☆☆

"I Ain't Mad At Cha"

(feat. Danny Boy Steward)

Change, shit

I guess change is good for any of us

Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood

Shit, I'm wit 'cha

I ain't mad at 'cha

Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy

Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while

I'mma send this one out for y'all, know what I mean?

Cause I ain't mad at 'cha

Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there, kickin' up dust

Givin' a motherfuck

Yeah, niggas

Cause I ain't mad at 'cha

[2Pac:]

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

You was just a little smaller but you still rolled

Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll

'member when you had a Jheri Curl didn't quite learn

On the block, wit'cha Glock, trippin' off sherm

Collect calls to the crib, sayin' how you've changed

Oh you's a Muslim now? No more dope game

Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail

Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail

It seems I lost my little homie, he's a changed man

Hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan

When I talk about money all you see is the struggle

When I tell you I'm livin' large you tell me it's trouble

Congratulations on the wedding, I hope your wife know

She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshittin'

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB

on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on

Now the whole shit's changed and we don't even kick it

Got a big money scheme and you ain't even with it

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker that

Go toe to toe when it's time to roll you got a brother's back

And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin' at 'cha

You tryin' hard to maintain, then go ahead

Cause I ain't mad at 'cha

(Hmm, I ain't mad at 'cha)

[Danny Boy (2Pac):]

I ain't - mad - at 'cha

(I ain't mad at 'cha)

I ain't - mad - at 'cha

[2Pac:]

We used to be like distant cousins

Fightin', playin' dozens, whole neighborhood buzzin'

Knowin' that we wasn't

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared

Besides, bumpin' 'n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind

In time we'd learned to live a life of crime

Rewind us back to a time was much too young to know

I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow

And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait

Don't give nobody no coochie while I'll be locked up state

I kiss my momma, goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes

Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived

Don't shed a tear, cause momma I ain't happy here

I blew trial, no more smiles for a couple years

They got me goin' mad

I'm knockin' busters on they backs, in my cell, thinkin'

"Hell, I know one day I'll be back"

As soon as I touch down

I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at 'cha

Cause you's a down ass bitch and I ain't mad at 'cha

[Danny Boy (2Pac):]

I ain't - mad - at 'cha

(I ain't mad at 'cha)

I ain't - mad - at 'cha

(a true down ass bitch and I ain't mad at 'cha)

[2Pac:]

Well guess who's movin' up, this nigga's ballin' now

Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down

He went from nothing to lots, ten carats to rock

Went from a nobody nigga to the big man on the block

He's Mr. Local-Celebrity, addicted to movin' ki's

Most hated by enemies, escape in the luxury

See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made

Now we gotta slay you while you faded, in the younger days

So full of pain while the weapons blaze

Gettin' so high off that bomb hopin' we make it, to the better days

Cause crime pays and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze

You'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger days

So many changed on me, so many tried to plot

That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?

'Til God return me to my essence

Cause even as an adolescent, I refuse to be a convalescent

So many questions and they ask me if I'm still down

I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?

They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at 'cha

You niggas just don't know, but I ain't mad at 'cha

[Danny Boy (2Pac):]

I ain't - mad - at 'cha

(I ain't mad at 'cha)

I ain't - mad - at 'cha

(Hell nah I ain't mad at 'cha)

I ain't - mad - at 'cha

(And I ain't mad at 'cha)

I ain't - mad - at 'cha

(I ain't mad at 'cha)

I ain't - mad - at 'cha

I ain't - mad - at 'cha

☆☆☆☆☆

"What'z Ya Phone #"

(feat. Danny Boy)

What's your phone number?

Now, I could make miracles to tempos

It's instrumental, waiting for the nymphos; that's the intro

Shook when you rush me, walked up and touched me

Why? Do you want to fuck me?

Just 'cause I'm paid in the worst way? True!

Lookin' kinda good in your birthday suit

I wonder if you're wild and you act shy

Do you like to be on top or the back side?

Watch me while you lick your lips

Shake your hips, goddamn, I love that shit

Yo, let's stop fakin', be real now

I got a room and a hard-on; still down?

Met you standing at a bar full of black dudes

Said you wanna see my scars and my tattoos

When we head for my hideout, act right

Boss player when I ride out, that's right

What's ya phone number?

If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready

Baby, let me give you a call

How long will it take to break you off?

If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready

Baby, let me give you a call

How long will it take to break you off?

Oh shit, baby is a dime piece, more than just fine

She's personally blessed from the gods

If I seen her right now, she could get me hard

Didn't want to talk to me, just to see my car

Never had sex with a rich rap star

'Til I got her in the back of my homeboy's car

Tell me, why do we live this way?

Money over bitches, let me hear you say

What's your phone number?

Are you alone? Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone!

Time for your girlfriend to take you home

I had fun, but baby, gotta leave me alone

Picture in my rhyme

Take time to rewind these words I say

If you open your mind bet in a minute you'll find

It's time let the Outlawz play

What's ya phone number?

If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready

Baby, let me give you a call

How long will it take to break you off?

If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready

Baby, let me give you a call

How long will it take to break you off?

[Girl and 2Pac converse:]

[Girl:] Hello?

[2Pac:] Hello? Who is this?

[Girl:] Is this 2Pac?

[2Pac:] This is who?

[Girl:] Is this 2Pac?

[2Pac:] Yeah, it's 2Pac. Who is this?

[Girl:] Hi, baby. How are you?

[2Pac:] I'm aight. What up, baby?

[Girl:] You don't recognize the voice?

[2Pac:] You recognize my voice, huh?

[Girl:] Do you recognize MY voice?

[2Pac:] Nah, I know you?

[Girl:] Yeah, you know me. I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talking

[2Pac:] Where I know you from? Where I know you from?

[Girl:] You just know me, baby

[2Pac:] Where? Talk up, I can't barely hear you

[Girl:] You know me from when we were, you know, intimate

[2Pac:] Oh, we fucked?

[Girl:] Oh baby, did we ever

[2Pac:] Oh, tell me about it, baby

[Girl:] I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and stroked it up and down

[2Pac:] OOOOH!

[Girl:] Then I put it in my mouth. I sucked it

[2Pac:] Ooh, you did?

[Girl:] Ooh, I did

[2Pac:] Shit!

[Girl:] Fucked it and fucked it. Put me in. You came

[2Pac:] Did I come?

[Girl:] Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. You don't remember me yet?

[2Pac:] I'm starting to get a picture. Why don't you help me out. What did I do to the pussy? What a nigga do to the pussy?

[Girl:] You rocked it

[2Pac:] Did I?

[Girl:] Yeah, you did

[2Pac:] Did I give you some of that Thug Passion?

[Girl:] Mmmmmm

[2Pac:] Heh, heh. Eh, so what you doing right now, though?

[Girl:] Me and my finger are getting acquainted

[2Pac:] How many you got?

[Girl:] I got ten, but only one is workin'

[2Pac:] Oh well, can I come over there?

[Girl:] If you want to

[2Pac:] Do I want to? Do a bear shit in the woods and wipe his ass with a rabbit?

[Girl:] Mmm. You gonna rock it, baby?

[2Pac:] Hell yeah, I'm gonna rock it, baby

[Girl:] Like you did before?

[2Pac:] No dizoubt. You gonna feel that Thug Passion for real

[Girl:] Mmmm, baby

[2Pac:] I'm on my way though. I'm about to fly over there in a 500. It ain't gonna take but a minute. Eh, light the candles, get the baby oil out, turn all the lights out. Drink a little bit of that shit. I'm on my way, babe. I'm gonna knock that pussy to the next week

[Girl:] Knock it out, baby, knock it out

[2Pac:] I'm gon knock the taste out your mouth, girl. I'm gonna put your legs on your head. I'ma tie you up, blindfold you. And we gonna play which hole feel the best

[Girl:] You know which hole feel the best

[2Pac:] We finna see tonight, though

[Girl:] I'm gonna make you remember me

[2Pac:] Oh, yeah

[Girl:] Yeah

[2Pac:] Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can't find the steering shift, you got me so fucked up. I'm playing with myself and shit

[Girl:] Can I shift your gear? Can I shift it in the front?

[2Pac:] Hell yeah, aye, you know what I wanna do though?

[Girl:] Whatch you wanna do?

[2Pac:] I wanna fuck you on the balcony, while you lookin' out over L.A, yaknahmean? Just poundin' that shit from the back

'Cause a motherfucker hop that shit like I got hydraulics

Fixed in me, you feel me? I be hittin' switches, baby

[Girl:] Ooh, I feel you, yes

[2Pac:] Heh, hey, I'm fin' to come over there. Just wait for me sweetheart, I'm on my way right now. I'll see you later, baby, bye

[Girl:] Bye, boo

[2Pac:] Hah, yeah, I'm gonna get some pussy

Heh, get some pussy, hah, hah

☆☆☆☆☆

"I Ain't Mad At Cha"

(feat. Danny Boy Steward)

Change, shit

I guess change is good for any of us

Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood

Shit, I'm wit 'cha

I ain't mad at 'cha

Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy

Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while

I'mma send this one out for y'all, know what I mean?

Cause I ain't mad at 'cha

Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there, kickin' up dust

Givin' a motherfuck

Yeah, niggas

Cause I ain't mad at 'cha

[2Pac:]

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

You was just a little smaller but you still rolled

Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll

'member when you had a Jheri Curl didn't quite learn

On the block, wit'cha Glock, trippin' off sherm

Collect calls to the crib, sayin' how you've changed

Oh you's a Muslim now? No more dope game

Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail

Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail

It seems I lost my little homie, he's a changed man

Hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan

When I talk about money all you see is the struggle

When I tell you I'm livin' large you tell me it's trouble

Congratulations on the wedding, I hope your wife know

She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshittin'

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB

on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on

Now the whole shit's changed and we don't even kick it

Got a big money scheme and you ain't even with it

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker that

Go toe to toe when it's time to roll you got a brother's back

And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin' at 'cha

You tryin' hard to maintain, then go ahead

Cause I ain't mad at 'cha

(Hmm, I ain't mad at 'cha)

[Danny Boy (2Pac):]

I ain't - mad - at 'cha

(I ain't mad at 'cha)

I ain't - mad - at 'cha

[2Pac:]

We used to be like distant cousins

Fightin', playin' dozens, whole neighborhood buzzin'

Knowin' that we wasn't

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared

Besides, bumpin' 'n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind

In time we'd learned to live a life of crime

Rewind us back to a time was much too young to know

I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow

And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait

Don't give nobody no coochie while I'll be locked up state

I kiss my momma, goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes

Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived

Don't shed a tear, cause momma I ain't happy here

I blew trial, no more smiles for a couple years

They got me goin' mad

I'm knockin' busters on they backs, in my cell, thinkin'

"Hell, I know one day I'll be back"

As soon as I touch down

I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at 'cha

Cause you's a down ass bitch and I ain't mad at 'cha

[Danny Boy (2Pac):]

I ain't - mad - at 'cha

(I ain't mad at 'cha)

I ain't - mad - at 'cha

(a true down ass bitch and I ain't mad at 'cha)

[2Pac:]

Well guess who's movin' up, this nigga's ballin' now

Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down

He went from nothing to lots, ten carats to rock

Went from a nobody nigga to the big man on the block

He's Mr. Local-Celebrity, addicted to movin' ki's

Most hated by enemies, escape in the luxury

See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made

Now we gotta slay you while you faded, in the younger days

So full of pain while the weapons blaze

Gettin' so high off that bomb hopin' we make it, to the better days

Cause crime pays and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze

You'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger days

So many changed on me, so many tried to plot

That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?

'Til God return me to my essence

Cause even as an adolescent, I refuse to be a convalescent

So many questions and they ask me if I'm still down

I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?

They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at 'cha

You niggas just don't know, but I ain't mad at 'cha

[Danny Boy (2Pac):]

I ain't - mad - at 'cha

(I ain't mad at 'cha)

I ain't - mad - at 'cha

(Hell nah I ain't mad at 'cha)

I ain't - mad - at 'cha

(And I ain't mad at 'cha)

I ain't - mad - at 'cha

(I ain't mad at 'cha)

I ain't - mad - at 'cha

I ain't - mad - at 'cha

☆☆☆☆☆

"Can't C Me"

(feat. Nancy Fletcher, George Clinton)

[George Clinton:]

The blind stares of a million pairs of eyes

Looking hard, but won't realize

That they will never see the P!

You must be goin' blind

[2Pac:]

Give me my money in stacks

And lace my bitches with dime figures

Real niggas fingers on nickel-plated 9 triggers

Must see my enemies defeated

I catch 'em while they coked up and weeded

Open fire, now them niggas bleeding

See me in flesh and test and get your chest blown

Straight out the west, don't get blown

My adversaries cry like hoes

Open and shut like doors

Is you a friend or foe?

Nigga, you ain't know?

They got me stressed out on Death Row

I've seen money, but baby, I've gots to get mo'

You screaming: "Go 2Pac!" and I ain't stopping 'til I'm well-paid

Bail's paid now nigga look what hell made

Visions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise, until I die

Ask me why I'm a boss player, getting high

And when I'm rolling by niggas can't see me!

[George Clinton:]

The stares of a million pairs of eyes

And you'll never realize

You can't see me

[2Pac:]

Been getting word that these square motherfuckers with nerves

Saying they can get with us, but picture me getting served

My own mama say I'm thugged out

My shit be bumping out the record store as if it was a drug house

My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood

Nigga what! It ain't nothing but a party when we thug

And there I was, a young nigga with heart

Ain't had shit to lose

Pullin' my pistol on them fools, you know the rules

D-R-E you got me heated

My words like a penitentiary dick

Hitting bitches where it's most needed

Money and weed, Alize and Hennessy

To my thug niggas in lock down: witness me

Bail on these hoes in floss-mode

The life of a boss playa, fuck what you thought, though

My enemies deceased, die like a bitch

When my album hit the streets, niggas can't see me!

[George Clinton (2Pac):]

(Niggas can't see me)

(They can't see me)

Which way did he go, George?

Which way did he go?

Oh!! which way did he go?

Which way did he go?

[2Pac:]

You niggas made a mistake

You should've never put my rhymes with Dre

Them Thug niggas have arrived and it's Judgement Day

Hey homie, if you feel me

Tell them tricks that shot me that they missed, they ain't killed me

I can make a motherfucker shake, rattle n' roll

I'm full of liquor, thug nigga, quick to jab at them hoes

And I can make you jealous niggas famous

Fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a nigga's aim is

I'm just a rich motherfucker from the way

If this rapping bring me money, then I'm rapping 'til I'm paid

I'm getting green like I'm supposed to

Nigga, I holla at these hoes and see how many I can go through

Look to the star, and visualize my debut

Niggas know me, player, I gotta stay true

Don't be a dumb motherfucker cause it's crazy after dark

Where the true thug-niggas see your heart

Niggas can't see me!

Yo, check this out: stay off his dick

[George Clinton (2Pac):]

(Niggas can't see me)

Right before your eyes, I'll disappear from here

You niggas can't see me

You can't see me

(I know it's hard nigga, I'm all up in your face)

(But you still can't see me)

You can't see me

(All up in your range, but niggas can't see me)

20/20 vision won't visualize

(I'm in the flesh baby, but you can't see me)

All those glasses won't help you realize

(You blinded, you blinded, you can't see me)

You can't see me

(Thug Life, baby)

(Don't believe everything you read!)

(Alize and weed)

You can't see me, right before your very eyes

You won't even visualize, you can't see me

(Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac)

Niggas can't see me

(I dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!

(This one's for you, BIG baby)

(Cause you bitch-ass niggas can't see me)

(Niggas can't see me)

You can't see me

See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil

You won't see me

Yeah, first see me, now you don't

Wanna see me, but you won't

Come to see me, but you can't

Oh, you can't see me, you can't see me

Right between your eyes and you'll never realize

Right before your eyes, you won't even realize

Visualize what you can't see

☆☆☆☆☆

"Shorty Wanna Be A Thug"

Said he wanna be, shorty's gonna be a thug

Said he wanna be, one day he's gonna be

Said he's gonna be, shorty's gonna be a thug

Said he's gonna be, one day he's gonna be

Said he wanna be, shorty's gonna be a thug!

Said he wanna be, one day he's gonna be

Said he wanna be, shorty's gonna be a thug

Was a nice middle-class nigga

But no one knew the evil he'd do when he got a little bigger

You'd often find him blazed, for puffing on a Newport

Plotting on a another way to catch a case

Was only 16, yet convicted as a felon

With a bunch of old niggas, but you the only one ain't tellin'

I tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

You tell me it's a man's world, play the rules

And fade fools, break rules until we major

Blaze up, getting with hoes through my pager

Was raised up, commence to money-makin' tactics

It's getting drastic, niggas got automatics

My finger's on the trigger

Tell the Lord to make way for another straight thug nigga

I'm sitting, getting buzzed, looking for some love

From the homies, ‘cause shorty wanna be a thug

Said he's gonna be, said he's gonna be

One day he's gonna be, shorty's gonna be a thug

Said he's wanna be, said he's wanna be

One day he's gonna be, shorty's gonna be a thug

Said he's gonna be, one day he's gonna be

Said he wanna be, shorty's gonna be a thug

Said he wanna be, one day he's gonna be

Said he wanna be, shorty's gonna be a thug

Straight from the hall to the pen

An adolescent nigga standing way higher than six feet ten

He carried weight, like a Mack truck

Gonna bust on playa haters, if them mothafuckas act tuff

Then that's when, a lethal weapon with the razor

This little nigga smoking weed and getting blazed up

No one could figure, when the guns blast, pull the trigger

Could take the life of a young nigga, guns bigger

No mother and father, you see, the nigga's all alone

Old timers my role model, the war zone

Been laced with this game 'til it's a part of me

My heart don't beat no fear, and that ain't hard to see

The future is looking dim

I'm tryin' to make a profit out of living in this sin

I'm in the dark, getting buzzed, looking for some love

Out with the homies, ‘cause shorty wanna be a thug

Said he's gonna be, said he's gonna be

One day he's gonna be, shorty's gonna be a thug

Said he's wanna be, one day he's gonna be

Said he's gonna be, shorty's gonna be a thug

Said he's wanna be, one day he's gonna be

Said he wanna be, shorty's gonna be a thug

Said he wanna be, one day he's gonna be

Said he wanna be, shorty's gonna be a thug

Shorty's gonna be a thug

Little bad ass nigga, to the young niggas

Gotta stay sharp, nigga, play your part!

Got plenty of time (you bad mothafuckas)

You only get three mistakes, and then it's life, big baby

(Niggas craaazy) Watch the signs!

Damn, nigga! Sixteen, nigga?

Sixteen?! Too bad, mothafuckers

☆☆☆☆☆

"Holla At Me"

(feat. Nancy Fletcher)

[Nanci Fletcher (2Pac):]

Niggas out there jealous cause we be bailin' with Death Row

They try to playa hate, but they can't fade us though

We be mobbin' through the neighborhood, yeah

With that funky sound, so funky

We be throwin' down

(This goes out to you playa)

(You know, you know who you are)

[2Pac:]

Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me

So when ya see me nigga, you better holla at me

Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me

So when ya see me nigga, you better holla at me

Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me

So when ya see me nigga, you better holla at me

[2Pac:]

Are you confused?

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside the shoes of a nigga who don't have a thing to lose

When me and you was homies

No one informed me it was all a scheme

You infiltrated my team and sold a nigga's dreams

How could you do me like that?

I took ya family in

I put some cash in ya pocket, made you a man again

And now you let the fear put your ass in a place

Complicated to escape, it's a fool's fate

Without your word you're a shell of a man

I lost respect for ya, nigga

We can never be friends

I know I'm runnin' through your head now

What could you do?

If it was up to you, I'd be dead now

I let the world know, nigga, you a coward

Ya could never be live

Until you die

See the motherfuckin' bitch in your eye

Type of nigga, that let the evil of the money trap me

When ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me (holla at me)

[(2Pac) Nanci Fletcher:]

(Gotta be afraid, don’t let the evil of the money trap me)

(So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me)

You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay

(So I gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me)

(So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me)

You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay

[2Pac:]

Curious, spittin' lyrics on the verge of furious

I'm addicted to currency

Nigga that's why we're doin' this

I got shot up, I surprised the niggas the way I got up

And then I hit the studio, it's time to blow the block up

No hesitation

This information got you contemplatin'

Heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation

Break him and let him see the face of a mental patient

It's a celebration of my criminal elevation, more participation

I want members that call the fifty states

To keep the nation anticipatin' until we break

Will I be great, is it my fate?

To live the life of luxury, some niggas bought my tapes

So much jealousy it scares me

So be prepared, cause only the strong survive

Life isn't fair (fair)

Probably never knew the way it feels to die

So you see come fuck with me, I give that ass a try!

Nigga, Holla at me

[(2Pac) Nanci Fletcher:]

(Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me)

(So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me)

You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay

(And now I gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me)

(So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me)

You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay

[2Pac:]

I should've saw the signs, I was blinded

Criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time

So many brothas framed in this dirty game

It's a shame, so much pressure on my brain while she blame me

Secrets in the dark, only her and I know

Now I'm sittin' in the state pen', doin' time slow

Guess she made a bad decision

That got me livin' just like an animal

I'm caged up in state prison

My niggas dissin' cause hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn

A cemetery full of motherfuckers not knowin'

Picture my prophecy I got some attacking me, on top of me

I'm runnin' from the coppers, but never let 'em stop me

Cause I'm a soldier

Hell, ever since I was a little nigga havin' fantasies of one day getting older

Niggas is paranoid, trust; a no no

Love is a mystery, fuck the po po

Holla at me

[(2Pac) Nanci Fletcher:]

(So when you see me nigga)

(You better holla at me)

You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay

(Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me)

(So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me)

You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay

(A nigga gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me)

(So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me)

You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay

[Nanci Fletcher:]

Niggas out there jealous cause we be bailin' with Death Row

They try to playa hate, but they can't fade us tho'

We be mobbin' through the neighborhood, yeah

With that funky sound (so funky)

We be throwin' down

[(2Pac) Nanci Fletcher:]

(Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me)

(So when ya see me nigga, you better holla at me)

You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay

(Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me)

(So when ya see me nigga, you better holla at me)

You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay

☆☆☆☆☆

"Wonder Why They Call U"

(feat. Faith Evans)

You wonda why they call you bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch

Look here, Miss Thang, hate to salt your game

But you's a money-hungry woman and you need to change

In the locker room, all the homies do is laugh

High fives 'cause another nigga played your ass

It was said you were sleezy, even easy

Sleepin' around for what you need, see

It's your thing, and you can shake it how you wanna

Give it up free or make your money on the corner

But don't be bad, play the game, get mad and change

Then you wonder why these motherfuckers call you names

Still lookin' for a way out, and that's okay

I can see you wanna stray, there's a way out

Keep your mind on your money, enroll in school

And as the years pass by, you can show them fools

But you ain't tryin' to hear me 'cause you're stuck

You're headin' for the bathroom, 'bout to get tossed up

Still lookin' for a rich man, you dug a ditch

Got your legs up tryin' to get rich

I love you like a sister, but you need to switch

And that's why they called you bitch—I betcha!

You wonda why they call you bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch—I betcha

You wonda why they call you bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch—I betcha, bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch—I betcha

You wonda why they call you bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch

You leave your kids with your mama

'Cause your headin' for the club

In a skin-tight miniskirt, lookin' for some love

Got them legs wide open while you're sittin' at the bar

Talkin' to some nigga 'bout his car

I guess he said he had a Lexus, what's next?

You headin' to his car for some sex?

I pass by, can't hold back tears inside

'Cause Lord knows, for years I tried

And all the other people on my block hate your guts

Then you wonder why they stare and call you slut

It's like your mind don't understand

You don't have to kill your dreams plottin' schemes on a man

Keep your head up, legs closed, eyes open

Either a nigga wear a rubber or he die smokin'

I'm hearin' rumors, so you need to switch

And niggas wouldn't call you bitch—I betcha!

You wonda why they call you bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch—I betcha

You wonda why they call you bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch—I betcha, bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch—I betcha

You wonda why they call you bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch

I guess times gettin' hard, even harder for you

'Cause hey now, got a baby on the way now

More money from the county, and thanks to the welfare

You're about to get your hair done

Got a dinner date, can't be late

Trick or treat, sweet thang got another trick to meet

The way he did it it was smooth

Plottin' while he gamin' you so, baby, peep the rules

I should've seen it in the first case, the worst case

I should've never called you back in the first place

I remember back in high school, baby, you was fast

Straight sex when you moved your ass

But now things change, 'cause you don't look the same

Let the ghetto get the best of you, baby, that's a shame

Caught HIV and now you 'bout to be deceased

And finally be at peace

So where your niggas at now? 'Cause everybody left

They stepped, and left you on your own

See, I loved you like a sister, but you died too quick

And that's why we called you bitch—I betcha!

You wonda why they call you bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch—I betcha, bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch—I betcha, bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch—I betcha, bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch

You wonda why they call you bitch

Dear Ms. Delores Tucker, keep stressin' me

Fuckin' with a motherfuckin' mind

I figured you wanted to know

You know, why we call them hoes bitches

And maybe this might help you understand

It ain't personal, strictly business, baby, strictly business

So If you wonder why we call you bitch

You wonder why we call you bitch

If you wonder why we call you bitch

You wonder why we call you bitch

☆☆☆☆☆

"When We Ride"

(feat. Nancy Fletcher, Mo Khomeini, ilOutlawz)

[2Pac:]

Outlaw Immortalz

Bow down to somethin' greater than yourself, trick

Individuals capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swolls

They know you watchin'

But you ain't seein' what lies before you, biatch

Picture if you will seven deadly human beings

Blessed with the gift of speech

The power to reach

Each nigga on every street

May the heavenly father look down and be proud of what transpired

Since the day the seed was planted

The G grew but we knew he'd rise up quick

Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into shit

Just me and my dogs, livin' like hogs

Outlaw Immortalz

What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue

What lies between is the fiction

Don't fuck around and make it true

[*laughing*]

My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe

Out for revenge on bitch niggas that blasted me

Plus my alias is Makaveli

A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a nigga belly

Bust him to see if he bleed

He shoulda never fucked around with a sick-ass nigga like me

They call my name out and niggas run

Best be prepared for the Outlawz, here we come

[Hussein Fatal:]

They call me Hussein Fatal, it's a two game table

I'm robbin' ya niggas' cradle with a knife in your navel

Rap-related, criminally activated and evil

I wouldn't wanna be you behind my fuckin' Desert Eagle

'Til the end, I'm tellin' all friends and enemies

You see what I got to make you freeze, to touch me you need ten of these

Complete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast

Young Gunz fire and niggas bleed, I see Mo

[Kastro:]

I be shinin' like white diamonds and crystal

Glistenin' holdin' pistols

The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials

Sew up all the potential, million, billion dollar baller potential

Sort it, oughta call on a nigga I'll be sure to get you

Take cash bro, fast yo, for my Kastro

Blast and I'mma last yo past all these Glass Joes

And assholes who claim, like they be runnin' thangs

I be gunnin' those same niggas runnin' late, to their fate

[Napoleon:]

My alias is motherfuckin' Na-poleon, and I'd rather be

Robbin' again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin'

But it ain't nothin', and I got no time for no bluffin'

Befo' a nigga finish with puttin' in work I betta end up with somethin'

I think these niggas got the game fucked up

If they don't believe, that a young nigga like me, would bust (Boo-Yaa!)

Perhaps it's a must, I'm facin' cases, fuck probation

Is what I'm screamin' when these money hungry cops be chasin'

[2Pac:]

Thug nigga 'til we die

No mercy on these playa hatin' bitches, ask me why - when we ride

Thug nigga 'til we die

No mercy on these playa hatin' bitches, ask me why - when we ride

[Mussolini:]

It's the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini

Mentally unstable G status, so you can't see me

Drug warlord, ridin' Concorde jets

Rag Vette's, shakin' bitches and snitches and trippin' on sets

Inglewoods banger, keepin' one in the chamber

For the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride

Suicidal thoughts lurk fuckin' no end to revenge

Fuck any, my alias Mussolini

[E.D.I.:]

They call me Idi, from the side of seedy

Young nigga greedy, so I'm runnin' up on these niggas easy

It ain't nuttin, cause if they wantin' somethin', so I'mma commence

To dumpin' stomp down and struck up while my beat is bumpin', Thuggin'

To my fuckin' last note, with Lo-Pole and Kastro

Who you thought was on that asshole, don't ask though

Outlaw Immortalz doin' this dit-nirt on the sli-zow

Ain't no chance to hide when we ride

[Kadafi:]

My alias Khadafi, Trump tight so feds can't copy

Six-three and cocky quick to hit your bitch if she jock me

Severely addicted to livin' like a fuckin' felon

While beefin' with rookie cops the cookie rocks a nigga sellin'

Since a shorty I been livin' life defiant, nickel plated chrome

Got this baby Capone lookin' like a giant, and I ain't lyin'

It's like it's me against myself with all these

Backstabbin' snakes grabbin' at my fuckin' wealth

[Mo Khomeini:]

Mo Khomeini goes terrorist, mad man killer

The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers

I'm that nigga with the fifty cap pouch, with the murderous stacks

That increase, while these motherfuckers eat beef

It's been a long road, a lot of episodes

And as the glock loads, I gotta teach hoes

Reach hoes, make 'em feel a nigga when I'm mashin'

Now I'm surpassin' any assassin'

[2Pac:]

Thug nigga 'til we die

No mercy on these playa hatin' bitches, ask me why - when we ride

Thug nigga 'til we die

No mercy on these playa hatin' bitches, ask me why - when we ride

Thug nigga 'til we die

No mercy on these playa hatin' bitches, ask me why - when we ride

Thug nigga 'til we die

No mercy on these playa hatin' bitches, ask me why - when we ride

Hahahaha, Outlaw Immortalz baby

Y'all niggas can't fade this ol crazy shit (can't c me, can't c me)

Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Kadafi, Mussolini

Amin, Napoleon, Khomein

What y'all really wanna do?

Haha, like them niggas said

"What would you do? If you could fuck with me and my crew"

Hehahahahaha, Thug Life, yeah nigga

Flashin on niggas

Thug Life right? This year we Thug Life

But we Outlaw Immortalz

We die nigga, but we multiply, we like legends nigga, like forever

Like I'll make you famous motherfucker

I'm talkin about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good shit

My niggas make the papers baby

My niggas make the front page

The gunshots can't stop me, they know [*fades*]

☆☆☆☆☆

"Thug Passion"

(feat. Dramacydal, Storm, Jewell)

Aight, new drink

One part Alizé, one part Cristal

Thug passion, baby

y'all know what time it is

This drink is Guaranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard

Now, if you with me

Pour a glass and drink with a nigga, knowhatimean?

I ain't tryin' to turn you all niggas into alcohols - alcoholics

I'm just tryin' to turn you into motherfuckin' thugs

So come and get some of this thug passion, baby

[Kastro:]

Mayne! I could pull out the drink and be good until it's relevant

But I'm a straight soldier, I'll roll up a nigga like it's Heaven sent

Trippin' over dead presidents

they got these derelicts

I throw was down with this business, tryin' to clown and get a cent

And so rather, than stand forever

Been thinkin' drinkin' over a felony

And hell of me

And how it will be in hella shit, people tellin' me to cool out

But they ain't feelin' me, a motherfuckin' fool, about

My fuckin' cheddar cheese

and it pleases, passion of mine

Thuggin', huggin' plenty of G's and laughin' while I pass through times

And all these bastards be watchin' just keep it plain

I'ma keep it the same partner, just take it the simple game

I can, pinkle with the rain twinklin'

Diamonds and things go blinkin'

Enough to hold me, 'til I'm, old and wrinklin'

and These adversaries

They gonna have to be worryin'

Cause I'ma be illin', fulfillin' my passion

'Til I'm buryin' my thug passion

[Jewell:]

I heard it's the bomb

And you got it goin' on

Give me some of your thug passion, baby

You got me drippin' wet

from the way you make me sweat

Give me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow!

[Napoleon:]

Now what if me

Turn this Hennessy into a robbery

The Prophecy probably suddenly switch and how it supposed to be

And Dirty money

Can't be evil cause it's fillin' up my tummy

Born in a position, death collision was futuristic

Twistin' riches, but there is only one way to make more

So I'm standin' on the corner tryin' to hustle in the snow

And my bigger bro, couldn't know

But buy a .44, blastin' at playa haters wantin' more

with a Thug Passion

[E.D.I. Mean:]

Puttin' down mashin', control by this thug's passion

Unlike them other bustas pistol blastin'

I'm askin', what happened

To the niggas who kept it real like they claim to

That's what money and fame do, see they ain't true

Travelin' this road my poor soul has been consolidated

With all this bullshit that I done tolerated

How I made it, can be easily stated

It's like my hardest bring the grip with the passion, left me to fuckin' greatest

Load up and take shit

[Yaki Kadafi:]

Make it to some high dollar gangsta shit

Jack a stack 'til we got enough bank to split

[Storm:]

Creep with me, through that immortal flow

Thug passion got you tremblin' like Death on the Row

Make your move, so I can throw your mind a curve

While I'll be blowin' up the scene, like my nigga Mr. Herb

Take a toke, as your heart goes full arrest

I got the bomb, so nigga, fuck the rest

You need a dub to get you flowin'

and let that loc see smoke

Feelin' the strokes of the 9 squeeze tight and slow

[Jewell:]

I heard it's the bomb

And you got it goin' on

Give me some of your thug passion, baby

You got me drippin' wet

From the way you make me sweat

Give me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow!

They say money don't make the man

But damn, I'm makin' money

Observin' you motherfuckers, 'cause some of you bitches funny

Say you want it but you bullshittin'

Lickin' them lips, you got me about to act a fool quick

Sippin' on some Alizé and Cristal, meanwhile

Buy me a drink and get to winkin' at me, she smiles; a niggas full of passion

Satisfaction is everlastin'

"How does it feel?" what I'm askin'

While I'm rubbin' on that ass "Why you laughin'?"

see, I'm diggin' as if I'm curious

full blown and furious

Baby, get a grip, when I be doin' this

It's so physical my attraction

Driven by alcohol, beware of my reaction

baby I'm born to ball

thugged out on Death Row

You better recognize and picture what I said so

Now you can feel it, it's a portion for my niggas in motion

Forever blastin', bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

[Jewell (DJ Quik):]

I heard it's the bomb

And you got it goin' on

Give me some of your thug passion, baby

(Thug passion)

You got me drippin' wet

From the way you make me sweat

Give me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow!

(Thug passion)

I heard it's the bomb

And you got it goin' on

Give me some of your thug passion, baby

(Thug passion)

You got me drippin' wet

From the way you make me sweat

Give me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow!

(Thug passion)

I heard it's the bomb

And you got it goin' on

Give me some of your thug passion, baby

You got me drippin' wet

From the way you make me sweat

Give me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow!

I heard it's the bomb

And you got it goin' on

Give me some of your thug passion, baby

You got me drippin' wet

From the way you make me sweat

Give me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow!

☆☆☆☆☆

"Picture Me Rollin'"

(feat. CPO, Danny Boy Steward, Syke)

Yeah, clear enough for ya? (alright)

My niggas look mad

Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!

Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail

Hoe bustas!

[2Pac:]

Picture me rollin' in my 500 Benz

I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends

They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin'

"Know there's dope being sold", but I ain't the one sellin'

Don't want to be another number

I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from goin' under

The federales wanna see me dead

Niggas put prices on my head

Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead

Now I'm released, how will I live?

Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?

One life to live, it's so hard to be positive

When niggas shootin' at your crib

Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone

My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong

Full grown, finally a man, just schemin' on ways

to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands

Just picture me rollin'

Flossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen

My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone

I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone

My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin' and my hands are swollen

Thinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin'

Picture me rollin'

[Danny Boy (2Pac):]

Picture me rollin'

Picture me rollin'

Picture me, picture me rollin'

Picture me rollin'

Ooh wee

(Can you see me now?

Move to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture

Can you see it?

Picture me rollin'

Picture me rollin'

Yeah nigga!

Ay, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you

Guess who's back?)

[Big Syke:]

I got ki's comin' from overseas

Cost a nigga 200 G's

I'm a street commando, Nino for example

This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle

So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss player

Thug, branded to be a women-layer

So many player haters, imitators steady swangin'

Make me wanna start back bangin'

So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed

Packin' 40 Glocks, contain 'em or rearrange

All that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies

While I'm sippin' on Rémy

in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam

'96 big body, sittin' on chrome

As we head up out the zone, stone-facin' is on

You can admire, but don't look too long

I'm livin' a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'

It's hard to imagine

Picture me rollin'

[Danny Boy:]

Picture me rollin'

Picture, picture me rollin'

Picture me rollin'

Picture me rollin'

Picture me

[CPO (2Pac):]

I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper

Cause a nigga straight sufferin' from lack of havin' paper

My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?

So I needs to hit a lick, drastically

I see some ballin' ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot

And, uh, diggin' the plots. So what?

Checkin' in the park, 'Pac

(We caught 'em sleepin', he didn't peep you niggas creepin'?)

(This how we do it every weekend)

(I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit)

(CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it)

(I get the liquor, and you could get the females)

(This crooked shit that we inflictin' gettin' street sales)

Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9

I'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine

Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen

Boss Hogg and this 'Pac nigga

Picture us rollin'

[Danny Boy:]

Picture me rollin'

Picture me

Picture me rollin'

Picture me rollin'

[2Pac:]

Is y'all ready for me?

Picture me rollin" roll call

You know there's some muh'fuckers out there

I just could not forget about

I wanna make sure they can see me

Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities

All you bitch ass C.O.'s

Can you niggas see me from there?

Ballin' on y'all punk ass!

Picture me rollin', baby

Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks

I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on

That's right nigga, picture me rollin'

Oh, I forgot! The D.A

Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court

Can the hoe see me from here?

Can you see me, hoe?

Picture me rollin'

And all you punk police, can you see me?

Am I clear to you?

Picture me rollin' nigga, legit

Free like O.J. all day

You can't stop me

You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker

Manute, Pain, Syke, Bogart, Mopreme

It's sad dog, can you picture us rollin'?

Can you see me hoe?

Is y'all ready for me?

We up out this bitch

Any time y'all wanna see me again

Rewind this track right here, close your eyes

And picture me rollin'

☆☆☆☆☆

"Check Out Time"

(feat. Natasha Walker, Kurupt, Big Syke)

[2Pac:]

Ay what time is it nigga?

("I don't know.")

Oh shit, 12 o'clock

Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here

("Hell yeah.")

Nigga, it's check out time nigga

Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room

("Hey there, bitch, where Suge at, nigga?")

Call Suge, call all the niggas tell 'em to meet me downstairs

("Where K and them niggas at man?")

Tell the valet, bring the Benz around

("Ay, y'all seen my shoes?")

Hey Kurupt, y'all niggas drivin' or y'all flyin' back, whassup?

("Man, I'm rollin' man, fuck that shit.")

Hey Syke nigga, come on man, get up out the bathroom fool

("Fuck that, I lost some money, nigga.")

Aw nigga, damn

[2Pac:]

Now I'm up early in the mornin', breath stinkin' as I'm yawnin'

Just another sunny day in California

I got my mind focused on some papers while I'm into sexy capers

Give a holla to them hoochies last night, that tried to rape us

Will these rap lyrics take us, plus room all up in Vegas

I'm a boss playa, death before I let these bitches break us

Last night was like a fantasy, Alizé and Hennessy

A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin' with my man and me

Told her I was interested, picture all the shit we did

I got her hot and horny, all up on me, what a freaky bitch

First you argued, then I fight it, 'til you lick me where I like it

Got a nigga all excited, it don't matter, just don't bite it

I never got to check out the scene

Too busy tryin' to dig a hole in your jeans

Now it seems, it's check out time

[Natasha Walker:]

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

[2Pac:]

Gotta go, gotta go

Yeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time!

Gotta go nigga, gotta go

("Y'all know what time it is!")

Ay, c'mon man get y'all bags man, call that valet motherfucker

Tell him to get a nigga shit, cause we out this, motherfucker

[Kurupt:]

They label me an outlaw, so it's time for the panty raid

My fantasies came true with Janet on, I'm in a escapade

But did it all, end too soon

All the homies runnin' through the halls room to room

So I assume, since I'm a playa like my nigga Syke

Then it's only right for me to disappear into the night

My game's trump tight

So I find time to recline

Sneak in your room, instant Messiah, shit wines of all kinds

I ain't got that much time

So hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behind

Since I'm only here for one night

I got to get you hot and heated

Play like Micheal Jackson, and Beat It

One more thing I like to mention, I'm done and I'm out

cause there's someone else who deserves my attention

So all the homies round up in the lobby

Cause bustin' bitches is a hobby, nigga

It's check out time

[Natasha Walker:]

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

[Kurupt:]

Aiyyo man 'Pac, ay, where the where the fuck is Daz at man?

This nigga locked up or somethin'?

The only one not to leave

Yo man, it's check out time, it's time to get out this mother

(You seem them bitches?)

We out man, fuck that shit

Yo Rece! Yo nigga, whassup?

[Big Syke:]

Hey, I'm livin' the life of a boss playa

The front desk callin' but I'm checkin' out later

My behavior is crazy from what you did to me baby

If walls could talk, they'd say, you tried to fade me

I'm puttin' in work, but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed

Carressin' your thoughts, cause I'm livin' fed, heard what I said?

Passion is crashin' the room

From the liquor we consumed I heard a boom

I'm blackin' out, you're yellin' out 'Big Syke Daddy'

We did it in the caddy on the highway, my way

I'm lost in a dream and so it seemed, to be the night

Five bottles of Cristal and I'm still tight

Out of sight from 'Pac and Kurupt

As I get it up, once the doors close, you stuck

In a heaty, sticky situation

Get up baby, you ain't on vacation

It's check out time

[Natasha Walker:]

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

[Big Syke:]

Ay, it's check out time

Ay Pac, nigga where my motherfuckin', where my shoes go, nigga?

Where my motherfuckin' drawers and shit at man?

Man, y'all niggas was in here partyin' too fuckin' much

What the fuck y'all doin', nigga?

Kurupt, go tell Daz, man, and Bogart and the rest of them niggas

C'mon man, niggas is trippin' man

Front desk all callin' me, tellin' me to get the hell outta here, man

I ain't got no more money, somebody loan me a hundred

[Natasha Walker:]

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go, we gotta go!

We gotta go! Oooo!

We gotta, go!

We, hey!

We! We gotta go! Haaa!

We gotta, go! Haa!

☆☆☆☆☆

"Ratha Be Ya Nigga"

(feat. Richie Rich, Stacey Smallie)

[Richie Rich (2Pac):]

'Pac

(Hey)

What's happening

(Not motherfucking double R, Richie baby)

What's happening baby, you know how we do it

(Yeah nigga, you know I'm up out this bitch)

(It's time for me to uh regulate)

Fo' sho', hey

(Observe)

And you ain't going back?

(Nah nah nah, we got to show these motherfuckers whassup though)

This is for the honeys, the superstar

(I don't want to be her man, I want to be her nigga)

(You feel me?)

Well let 'em know

[2Pac:]

You fucking with niggas that's insecure

Watered down, my shit is pure

Write down my number but don't call me 'til you sure

I ain't begging just trying to relocate between your legs

Dripping wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex

When you met me you wouldn't let me, and now

You straight begging to sex me got you undressing to test me and uh.

[Richie Rich:]

Shut me down if you want, and miss the chance to do it live

When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye

You want a nigga, but think that you can't have a nigga

Don't cheat yourself, instead treat yourself

If you scared, go to church, I know it hurts

To find out me and your man be sharing skirts

[2Pac:]

I'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way

But your body is banging, got me attracted in a strong way

After a long day of trying to make my songs pay

Making love all day against the wall in the hallway

Your fantasies come alive, your heart rate

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark place

You might think you're happy with him

But that's a lie, so give this Thug a try

I'd rather be ya nigga

[2Pac:]

I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A

So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day

It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a Thug in your life

These busters ain't loving you right

I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A

So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day

It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life

('Cause) These busters ain't loving you right

[2Pac:]

Look, now you was sprung from the introduction

My conversation's full of game yet laced with seductions

I see you blushing like you want something, come get a taste

Of Amerikaz Most Wanted and let's get into some touching, erotic fuckin'

My up and down with no interruptions

Have no intentions of busting until you learn your lesson

Now many questions are often asked, a drop top, 500 Benz

And plenty cash, to help a nigga get the ass

[Richie Rich:]

You can ride out with spoke coke, to get your lobster and crab

Cause all I got is conversation and a gang of stab

And I'ma listen when it hurts, I'ma hang out but never stay

Smoke blunts but leave them stunts up to Super Dave

I'll be your nigga, as long as we can understand

That I's the nigga and spoke coke can be the man

He wine and dine, but me and you we whine and grind

And when I'm on the field keep you on the sidelines

[2Pac:]

I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A

So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day

It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life

Them busters ain't loving you right

I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A

So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day

It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life

Them busters ain't loving you right

[2Pac:]

Now it's time for the moment of truth, I got you naked

Totally sweating, let's see how hot I can make it

Tongue kissing 'til yo' head swang

I'm so into you, witness a nigga make the bed bang

If it's all mine, then let me know

Now scream my name out; do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow?

Not to mention, the multiple positions I inflict

A boss player, freaky motherfucker, can I dig?

[Richie Rich (2Pac):]

It's on and popping, now you see what I was seeing

Why your eyes rolling? Loosen up, girl, I ain't going

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

While he's stressed out and knock I stretch out the cock

Hold the boots, and let a nigga execute

And though you got it right, I'm going home tonight

(You say you don't need a man, but I don't care)

(You're in the presence of a player, I'd rather be ya nigga)

[2Pac:]

I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A

So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day

It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life

These busters ain't loving you right

So I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A

So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day

It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life

These busters ain't loving you right

I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A

So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day

It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life

These busters ain't loving you right

I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A

(I'd rather be yo' nigga)

☆☆☆☆☆

"All Eyez On Me"

(feat. Big Syke)

[2Pac:]

Big Syke, Newt, Hank

Beugard, Big Sur

Y'all know how this shit go

All eyes on me

Motherfuckin' O.G

Roll up in the club and shit, is that right

All eyes on me

All eyes on me

But you know what?

[2Pac:]

I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust

So many playa hatin' niggas tryin' to sound like us

Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'

Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin'

Well are you still down nigga, holla when you see me

And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me

I got a caravan of niggas every time we ride

Hittin' motherfuckers up when we pass by

Until I die; live the life of a boss playa

Cause even when I'm high, fuck with me and get crossed later

The futures in my eyes, cause all I want is cash and thangs

A five-double-oh Benz flauntin' flashy rings, uh

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Been know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend

It seems, my main thing was to be major paid

The game sharper than a motherfuckin' razor blade

Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies

One nigga's gettin' jealous, and motherfuckers die

Depend on me like the first and fifteenth

They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me

We got four niggas, in low riders, and ski masks

Screamin' THUG LIFE every time they pass - all eyes on me

[2Pac:]

Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die

Live the life of a boss playa (All eyes on me), cause even gettin' high

All eyes on me

Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die

Live the life of a boss playa, cause even gettin' high

[Big Syke:]

Hey, to my nigga 'Pac

So much trouble in the world, nigga

Can nobody feel your pain

The world's changin' everyday, time's movin' fast

My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last

I'm caught between my woman, and my pistol, and my chips

Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip

I'm lost in the land with no plan, livin' life flawless

Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this

Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve

I'm takin' off from the curb

The nervousness neglect make me pack a tech

Devoted to servin' this, Moet and pay checks

Like Akai satellite nigga I'm forever ballin'

It ain't right parasites triggers and fleas crawlin'

Sucker duck and get busted, no emotion

My devotion is handlin' my business, nigga, keep on coastin'

Where you goin' I been there, came back as lonely homie

Steady flowin' against the grain, niggas still don't know me

It's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit

It ain't funny niggas don't even know how to act, shit

What can I do, what can I say, is there another way

Blunts and gin all day, twenty-fo' parlay

My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta-free

Niggas can't stand me - all eyes on me

[2Pac:]

Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die

Live the life of a boss playa (All eyes on me), cause even gettin' high

All eyes on me

Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die

Live the life of a boss playa (All eyes on me), cause even gettin' high

[2Pac:]

The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me

Will I survive, will I die, come on let's picture the possibility

Givin' me charges, lawyers makin' a grip

I told the judge I was raised wrong, and that's why I blaze shit

Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager

On my mobile callin' big shots on the scene major

Packin' hundreds in my drawers; fuck the law

Bitches I fuck with a passion, I'm livin' rough and raw

Catchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane

Hustle 'til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came

Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die

Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin' high

These niggas got me tossin' shit

I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit

Keep your head up, nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer

Up in the Benz, burnin' rubber

The money is mandatory, the hoes is for the stress

This criminal lifestyle, equipped with the bulletproof vest

Make sure your eyes is on the mill ticket

Get your money, motherfucker, let's get rich and we'll kick it

All eyes on me

[2Pac:]

Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die

Live the life of a boss playa (All eyes on me), cause even gettin' high

All eyes on me

Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die

Live the life of a boss playa (All eyes on me), cause even gettin' high

All eyes on me

[2Pac:]

Pay attention my niggas

See how that shit go

Nigga, walk up in this, motherfucker

And it be like, bing

Cops, bitches, everymotherfuckingbody

Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die

Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin' high

I got bustas, hoes and police watchin' a nigga, y'know

I live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die

Livin' life as a boss playa, cause even gettin' high

Hehehe... it's like what they think

I'm walkin' around with some Ki's in my pocket or somethin'

They think I'm goin' back to jail, they really on that dope

Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die

Live my life as a boss playa

I know y'all watchin', I know y'all got me in the scopes

Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die

Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin' high

I know y'all know this is Thug Life baayy-bay

Y'all got me under surveillance, huh

All eyes on me, but I'm knowin'

☆☆☆☆☆

"Run Tha Streetz"

(feat. Mutah, Storm, Michel'le)

[Michel'le:]

You can run the streets with your thugs

I'll be waitin' for you

Until you get through, I'll be waitin'

You can run the streets with your thugs

I'll be waitin' for you

Until you get through, I'll be waitin'

[2Pac:]

Hey yo, Storm, honestly I think

I can fuck with a motherfucker like you

See, I don't like a motherfucker that be all on me and shit

All up under a nigga, tellin' me where I can go

Can she go with me? When I'm comin' home?

And all that ol' crazy shit, type of life I live

Now peep it, here go the secret on how to keep a playa

Some love makin' and homecookin', I'll see you later

It don't take a lot to keep a nigga heart

Must be a lady in the light but real freaky in the dark

Plus I got some enemies, baby, hold my pistol

And wrap your arms around a nigga every time I kiss you

Can you visualize the picture: me and you in ecstasy?

Don't be upset, it's good sex, when you next to me

Do you wanna test me, put your tired head on my chest?

A thug nigga's in the house, now you can rest

I bet'cha never screamed a nigga's whole name out

And felt the pleasure and the pain

'Bout to fuck the very taste out your mouth

You can call me when you need me

1-800-SKYPAGE, when you wanna see me

'Cause I can be your man and, baby, you can be my lady

But you gotta give a nigga space or you'll drive me crazy

Run the streets

[Michel'le:]

You can run the streets with your thugs

I'll be waitin' for you

Until you get through, I'll be waitin'

You can run the streets with your thugs

I'll be waitin' for you

Until you get through, I'll be waitin'

[Storm:]

Yo 'Pac, you know I'm 16 strong behind you boo

But I gotta do what I gotta do

I gotta run the streets, you know

I ain't no "clean up woman" type of ho

You know

Now me and you is cool, but I ain't the one to play the fool

Can't make no money in bed, so ain't no future fuckin' you

I ain't the bitch that love ya, can't do a damn thang for you

If you ain't about money, nine outta ten I'll ignore you

It's a man's world, but real women make the shit go 'round

Disrespect and I clown the type of bitch to throw down

Throw up the block 'cause nothin' stops my chips

A boss playa with this, that twist you lame tricks

Holla if you understand my plan, ladies, fuck havin' babies

By them shady-ass niggas, swearin' he can save me

My strategy's official, checkin' ya pockets while I tongue kiss you

Soft as tissue, so my next issue is how to diss you

They call me Storm, from the day I was born

I've been known to break the coldest mothafucka 'til his heart's warm

I ain't never been the type to wait at home alone

Just 'cause we bone don't mean you own me, nigga, I'm grown

[Michel'le:]

You can run the streets with your thugs

I'll be waitin' for you

Until you get through, I'll be waitin'

You can run the streets with your thugs

I'll be waitin' for you

Until you get through, I'll be waitin'

[2Pac:]

Hahhahaha, yeah nigga

Let a nigga hang out with the homies, you know, baby

Ay, a nigga that hang out more will come home and love you better—you feel me, sweetheart? Let that nigga be free!

Don't have that nigga all up under you!

Let him run with his niggas!

Let the nigga run the street, boo, let him run the streets!

[Mutah:]

I'd rather run the streets then make some mail

And put the game down tight

For these gamin' bitches could get it right

It might be yo' plan that I'm choosin'

Don't get it confusion

Because I'm known for showin' examples how I do it

Thinkin' I'm new to this because I'm younger

Why only leave you suspicious and I wonder

And at the end I'll make a come up

Nigga, was raised up off of M.O.B

Fetti over somethin' that's tellin' me don't run the streets

[2Pac:]

So tell me, am I wrong

For tryin' to communicate through a song?

I'm up early in the morning, by sunrise I'll be gone

All my homies is waitin' for me

Plottin' on plans that we made and all the fun that it's gonna be

So meet me at 3' and don't be late, nigga

We hangin' out all night while drinkin' straight liquor

I heard it's poppin' at a club

But they say I can't get in 'cause I'm dressed like a thug

Until I die I'll be gang related

Got me strivin' for a million, stayin' motivated

Now that we made it, it's a battle just for the big money

I'm livin' wild, no smiles, 'cause ain't a thing funny

I came up hungry, just a lil nigga tryna make it

I only got one chance so I gotta take it

You never know when it's all gonna happen

The rappin' or the drugs

But until then give me love and let me run the streets

[Michel'le:]

You can run the streets with your thugs

I'll be waitin' for you

Until you get through, I'll be waitin'

You can run the streets with your thugs

I'll be waitin' for you

Until you get through, I'll be be waitin'

[2Pac:]

Let a nigga run the streets, boo

Page me, hahah, I'll call you back

Just let me hang with my niggas

Why you actin' like that Michel'le, ha?

You know nigga wanna kick it with his homeboys and shit

I told you I was comin' back later on, right?

So you don't believe a nigga?

Just cook for a nigga, pleaaase!

Make some of that shit you made last meal

Some of them ribs and shit

I'll be back through later tonight, I'm havin' some weed

We finna drink some Hennessy and some Alize

We finna eat that foods, smoke a lil blunt

Lay up in the bed, watch umm... Jay Leno or somethin'

Then after that? Shit, we could do whatever comes to mind, baby

Just let a nigga run with the homies

Let me go kick it with my niggas

When I come back, I be all yours, for real

[Michel'le:]

You can run the streets with your thugs

I'll be waitin' for you

Until you get through, I'll be waitin'

You can run the streets with your thugs

I'll be waitin' for you

Until you get through, I'll be waitin'

☆☆☆☆☆

"Ain't Hard 2 Find"

(feat. B-Legit, C-Bo, Richie Rich, E-40)

[B-Legit, C-Bo, Richie Rich (2Pac), E-40:]

(They say)

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'

Where I can pile up my chips

And niggas call me a timer

(I been ballin' since my adolescent years steady climbin')

Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin' about no timin'

(That's right, that's right boy, start that shit off)

[2Pac:]

I heard a rumor I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized

Pictures of me in my final stage, you know mama cried

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin'

Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find

Where I spend most of my time, my California grind

Watchin' for thievin', I'm cautious, it's like I'm barely breathin'

Puttin' a bullet in motherfuckers, give me a reason

See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded

You tried to play me, now homicide is my only payment

I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead

Why the fuck you cowards be runnin', too scared to fight a G?

For the life of me, I cannot see

How motherfuckers picture livin' life after a night of fuckin' around with me

And if you don't like this rhyme

Then bring your big bad ass to California, 'cause we ain't hard to find

[B-Legit, C-Bo, Richie Rich (2Pac), E-40:]

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'

Where I can pile up my chips

And niggas call me a timer

(I been ballin' since my adolescent years steady climbin')

Motherfuckers don't know nuttin' about no timin'

[C-Bo:]

I got my locs on, hard hat, goin' to war

Breakin' them off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lights

Watch 'em pause as I pull my strap out my drawers

And get to dumpin' on they ass like the last outlaw

Rich, 2Pac and The Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

We bring on horror like Tales From the Crypt

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

[B-Legit:]

I'm fully automatic, full of static and shit

Movin' Dodge van, fifty rounds in the clip

I'm ridin' shotgun with the tint in the back

I'm plan to have a motherfuckin' mint in this rap

I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O

Where sellin' narcotics is all I know

I got blow, speed, and weed, whatever yo' kind

And if you need a motherfucker, I ain't hard to find

[D-Shot:]

Some may call me bootsy, but I call it timin'

That's while I keeps on grindin' (that's right)

to the point where a nigga can't stop

Too much feelin' this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch

Whether it's a nigga or a ho, a ho

get in my way, then that ass gots to go

'Cause a nigga steady plottin'

I serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep droppin'

[B-Legit, C-Bo, Richie Rich (2Pac), E-40:]

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'

Where I can pile up my chips

And niggas call me a timer

(I been ballin' since my adolescent years steady climbin')

Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin' about no timin'

[(2Pac), E-40:]

(C-Bo, D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich)

Da Bay, beitch!

[E-40:]

Down the steps

Abandoned broken down apartment complex

Heavy metal weapons they carry, can't be scary

Playboy, what the fuck is a proof without the trauma plate?

Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for if you gon' hesitate?

Best shake and bake all those I-was-finst-to-ask niggas

Motherfuckers-didn't-think-I was-gon'-do-somethin'-ass niggas

Threaten your life, ain't like you love him

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him, have at him

[Richie Rich:]

(Check this out)

I grew up with that nigga

Threw up with that nigga

I hear he tryin' to ride

Double agent for the other side

But now, my Glock be so judgmental

Back seat of a rental

Keep my name out your dental, nigga

If your gum bleedin' and you needin'

More than twenty stitches, you behaved like them bitches

Sideways to the next

Heavy in the game

Check the resident, it's all the same

Nigga, and we ain't hard to find

[Ad-libs — 2Pac, C-BO & E-40:]

[2Pac:] Hell nah we ain't hard to find

[C-Bo:] The whole Clickalation fool

[E-40:] Motherfuckers hard to find, right here bitch

[2Pac:] Why them niggas actin' like they can't find us? Like they can't see us and like we don't be at the same spots they be at?

[D-Shot:] It's the same congregation. Young Pac is back, youknowhatImean?

[C-Bo:] Nigga be lookin' all the way when he see you and shit

[D-Shot:] It's a celebration

[E-40:] Motherfuckers better understand this shit

[D-Shot:] Young 'Pac is back

[2Pac:] Ay D-Shot, nigga, can we get paid man?

Can we just go there and sock this shit up, please?

[D-Shot:] Hey, we smokin', and we ain't hard to find

[2Pac:] Drinkin' and shit, fuckin' with some Hurricane

[E-40:] A motherfucker's gonna get his marbles regardless, playboy

[2Pac:] You supposed to

[RIch:] Sideways to the next light, and to the next coast, poppin' the muthafuckin' most, you understand what I'm sayin'

[2Pac:] Money over bitches, nigga, M.O.B., M.O.B.

☆☆☆☆☆

"Heaven Ain't Hard 2 Find"

(feat. Danny Boy Steward)

Heaven ain't hard to find

All you gotta do is look

Simply because you nervous, let me start off with my conversation

Hopin' my information, alleviates the hesitation

I can see it clearly now

Catch you smilin' through your frown

I'm askin' baby boo are you down

Although I know you've heard about my reputation

Across the nation, Mr. I-Get-Around

My temptation got me drippin' wet, perspiration

I'm activated by the moves you're makin'

Baby why you fakin'? Strip naked get to love makin'

See it's all in your mind, so every time I sip a glass of wine

I fantasize 'til that ass is mine

Never gettin' but wantin', never touchin' but wishin'

A straight thug on a mission, until I get what I'm missin'

Stop with the beeper, baby, listen

I know you're grown but pay attention

Let me hypnotize with my tongue kissin'

This is a message to bomb bodies and all dimes

Turn around one more time, heaven ain't hard to find

[Danny Boy (2Pac):]

Hea-ven!

(Heaven ain't hard to find)

Heaven ain't hard to find

Heaven ain't hard to find

In fact you can have it just have faith

Just like a little kid, still believin' in magic

It takes a lot of sacrifice

With all the lonely nights on tour

I need somebody I can trust in my life

Let me apply the brakes

Baby, you're movin' to fast

My conversations are gettin' deeper, but first let me ask

Are you afraid of a thug?

And have you ever made love

With candles and bubbles sippin' in your tub?

Touch me and let me activate your blood pressure

This thug passion help the average man love better

Picture me naked and glistenin' beneath the moonlight mist

Take a shot of that Alizé, come give me a kiss

And maybe we can be better friends, perhaps we'll be closer

I'll be the thug in your life, baby, and you'll be my soldier

And I know it takes some time and you got a lot of questions on your mind

But relax, in due time

Heaven Ain't Hard to Find

[Danny Boy (2Pac):]

Hea-ven!

(Heaven ain't hard to find)

Hea-ven! It ain't hard to find

You think we all dogs, that's why you cautious when I approached you

Been talkin' since you arrived, but not a word is spoken

Through my eye contact I wink and you respond back

Lookin' mean, what's all that?

It's like the closer you get

Baby, the quicker I'm speakin'

I got a flight out to Cabo

Let's kick it this weekend

I'm sippin' Hennessy and Coke

Though addicted to weed smoke

I'm fiendin' for your body even mo'

Oh God, help me, identify me truest thoughts

Your hidden motives full of passion

Who would have thought?

Come holler at me baby, love me for my thug nature

Far from a playa hater, label me a money maker,

Straight heart breaker

Baby we can be friends, I can soup you in my Benz

We'll ride, I'll let you floss it for your friends

Once we begin

Until the end, it gets better with time

I'm makin' love to your mind, baby

Heaven ain't hard to find

[Danny Boy (2Pac):]

Hea-ven! Hea-ven, it ain't hard to find)

(Heaven ain't hard to find)

(Heaven ain't hard to find nice glass of Alize)

Hea-ven! Hea-ven! Hea-ven. Heaven

Hea-ven! It ain't hard to find

Hea-ven! Heaven

It ain't hard to find

It ain't hard to find

It ain't hard to find