2 Pac
Soldier Like Me (Return Of The Soulja) Lyrics
(feat. Eminem)
[Intro: Tupac] So what I wanna do, hopefully is... I wanna be, uhm not a wannabe I am Tupac Shakur!
Tupac! 2005! Guess who's back? G-G-Guess who's back G-G-Guess who's back? G-G-Guess who's back Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
[Verse 1: Tupac] Posse deep as I role through the streets Motherfuck the police as we creep, in our Jeeps Layin so long you think I'm asleep But at the slightest beef, I'm robbin niggaz through the teeth And OPD can get the dick if they play tuffy Last time them niggaz rushed me, I aint bust but now I'm touchy Trust me, aint nothing jumpin but these buck shots Them niggaz got enough knots, I'm poppin corrupt cops Ya motherfuckaz catch a hot one You wanted to start a problem, now you coward cops have got one And there's no prison that can hold a Motherfuckin soulja, ready to role and take control So now I jack 'em while they sleepin Role to the door, through a grenade in the precinct Some people panic, brothers bugged out I had to keep poppin, cuz wouldn't stop until they rugged out And they vest don't protect from the head wounds Reload ammunitions and them bitches will be dead soon Smoke rising from the barrel of my shotty I finally got revenge, now count the bodies 20 cops, one for every year in jail Tryin to keep a nigga down, but ya failed Before I let ya take me, I told ya Fuck being trapped, I'm a soulja
[Chorus: Eminem] I betcha that I got something you aint got, that's called courage It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin You aint?
[Verse 2: Tupac] It's Tupac in the mad bitch In them six-'fo, rag on them thangs, that's a bad bitch Gettin ghosts on them bitches in the town Bustin out the backseat, nigga when we clown Homie is you down? B got the strap and she anxious Hurry up 'fo she spank shit Commin round the corners, spittin rounds They payin homie down Caught them sucka ass bitches outta bounce Now tell me how that sound? A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day Now tell me how that sound? A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day Stinkin BIATCH!
[Chorus: Eminem] I betcha that I got something you aint got, that's called courage It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin You aint? (Tupac)
[Outro: Tupac] Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
The Uppercut Lyrics
(feat. E.D.I. and Young Noble of the Outlawz)
[Intro: Tupac Talking] I wanted to bring back that reality, nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson and I'm the heavyweight champion, I'm a little nigga, thats why its so raw to just watch me battle lions, cause I'm a little skinny nigga battlin' niggas three times my size
Watch this uppercut, here it comes... watch the jab nigga...ugh...here it come, look out, watch my arms...
[Verse 1: 2Pac] Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a peice Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just cant believe I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee I'm all over that nigga, come identify the body My middle finger to you hoe niggas Run up on me, and i'll be forced to let it go nigga I aint the one you wanna try, why, stayin' high I hit this blunt and watch these motherfuckers die Whose runnin these streets I said that cocaine Cause in the the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne Another hustler makin' major cash 'til the punk police come an raid ya ass Now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a bitch Cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6 And we know that you can't hang, you a trick Rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh
[Chorus (x1): 2Pac] Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga! Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!
[Verse 2: 2Pac] They got a nigga in the dice game, I'm feelin' lucky But the nigga just a little bigger, he tryin fuck me Out my cash, imma blast nigga, he don't know I gotta tell ya like the last nigga, gotta go Don't need to roll for the truck, I get em' up Left to right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha) I'm known to walk the streets on any block I love my niggas, but I aint puttin down my glock The gun shots rang when I lose nigga, and ooh nigga Imma show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha) Lay it down just to prove it And fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this
[Chorus (x1): 2Pac] Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga! Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!
[Verse 3: Outlawz (EDI & Young Noble)] They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants This revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent (shh) Roll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game Molotov cocktails, release an up in flames Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back Lookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back Wanna see my kids grow don't know if imma make it though One more nigga came up short in the ghetto Society lied to me so i'm strapped with the metal Push ya middle finger up nigga if you a rebel Have ya face down goin' in ya pockets if ya let em' I done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em' I done made so many mistakes but still I dont regret em' I'm a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend I'm a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons We all lost souls tryina find our way to heaven
[Chorus (x1): 2Pac] Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga! Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!
[Outro: Edi Talking] To all the conrads no longer with us, see you when we get there 'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut 'Til we get up there with ya'll, YOU KNOW!.. Thug Life we still livin it Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let's go!
Out On Bail Lyrics
[Intro: Tupac Talking] Oh, I posted bail? I'm out this motherfucker? I can go? Oh, fuck y'all eh, fuck the judge Fuck the motherfuckin' district attourney and the prosecutor (fuck you!) And fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box (fuck you!) Fuck all y'all Cause I'm out on motherfuckin' bail y'all ain't never gonna see me in this motherfucker again Drop that shit em! Let these old punk ass bitches know how we runnin' this shit Niggaz ain't going back to court you stank ass bitches
[Verse 1: 2Pac] Im stuck in jail the DA's tryin' to burn me I'd be out on bail if I had a good attorney Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up I ain't trippin' in the county and I'm mad as fuck Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch Everybody wanna talk cause I'm rappin' They askin' me what happened Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson I can't sleep they takin' polaroids And I'm tryna to use the phone but they makin' noise Man I wish I had my glock cause its major I'm makin' shanks out the plastics in razors These motherfuckers won't leave me alone thats my word Bout to turn a violation to a motherfuckin' murder I'm makin' collect calls to my old bitches Send mo' pictures and make me some more riches To all the suckers on the block talkin' shit while I was locked up Be prepared to get socked up Cause the game is deep and the fame is brief And you bullshittin' bitches ain't changin' me I came straight up out the gutta I was saved from hell I'm a thug I was raised in jail Now I'm out on bail
[Chorus x1] Out on Bail (You know what fuckin' time it is) ThugLife will never fail (I'm out on bail) Thuglife niggaz (I'm going straight to 50,000 BIATCH!!!) Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail) Out on Bail (Hey, hand me some motherfuckin' Colt 40's from the fridge nigga) ThugLife will never fail (Cause I'm out on bail) Thuglife niggaz (Hey, pass me my motherfuckin' Rolex) Thuglife niggaz (Yes bitch that's a President)
[Verse 2: 2Pac] Stuck in jail and mad as a bitch I'd be out on bail if it wasn't for the snitch Runnin' wild thru the streets like I'm loco And fuck the punk police and they chokeholds I got no love in my heart cause I'm heartless Mobbin' in the park after dark wanna start shit Rippin' up the scene as a teen I was at it (but hey) And sellin' products to the addicts cause they gotta have it I was a well-known thug and I gotta lotta love Hangin out with the OG's shootin' up the clubs And mama told me don't hang with the homies But they got me if they need me then it's on G Got me sittin' in the cell a five by seven Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven Got my bitches on the outside writin' me letters And they tell me they love me and the shit ull get better I don't believe her cause I just got the news on the wire Take it how you want it but your bitch is on fire I gotta be a player so I stay strong cause I know that I won't be away long and when I finally do hit the fuckin' streets I'ma handle this A thug nigga gettin' scandalous I'm on bail
[Chorus x1] Out on Bail ThugLife (see) will never fail (Out on bail - biatch!) Thuglife niggaz (You know what time it is) Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail) Out on Bail (Y'all don't need to know about...) ThugLife will never fail (You know, Out on bail) Thuglife niggaz (Y'all Blow that shit - Get me up out this) Thuglife niggaz (Yo, EM!!! Get me up out of this motherfucker man!) Out on Bail (These motherfuckers are harrasing me and that ain't cool)
[Outro: Tupac Talking] Out on bail I'll see ya motherfuckers at the next show, 2pac, the media is my bitch It's that famous shit, you know? Real thug shit Real live thug shit, genuine, you know what I'm sayin' I wouldn't waste your motherfuckin' time with no bullshit baby Trust me, It's that real shit I'm talkin' about that shit you never tell your grandkids about, you know? I ran with a thug nigga, believe that This my motherfuckin' nigga Em on dem motherfuckin' boards in case your wonderin' We doin' this shit hell motherfuckin' yeah An ounze of that shit sittin' in your motherfuckin' lac Now press rewind nigga!
Ghetto Gospel Lyrics
(feat. Elton John)
Uhh, Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel
[Chorus - Elton John:] Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns
[2Pac] If I could recollect before my hood dayz I'd sit and reminisce, nigga and bliss on the good dayz I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em They tested, it was stressed that they under In our days, things changed Everyone's ashamed to the youth cuz the truth looks strange And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts cause any day they'll push the button and yall condemned like Malcolm x and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly there's no need for you to fear me if you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me it aint about black or white, cuz we're human I hope we see the light before its ruined my ghetto gospel
[Chorus - Elton John]
[2Pac] Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy Guess she's given birth to a baby I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan We jump into another form of slavery Even now I get discouraged Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage I refuse to be a role model I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle I make mistakes, I learn from everyone And when its said and done I bet this Brotha be a better one If I'm upset, you don't stress Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet I feel his hand on my brain When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang But am I less holy Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies Before we find world peace We gotta find peace in that war on the streets My ghetto gospel
[Chorus - Elton John]
[2Pac] Lord can you hear me speak!! To pay the price of being hell bound...
Black Cotton Lyrics
(feat. Eminem, Kastro and Young Noble of the Outlawz)
[Intro: 2Pac]
Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Robbin' Black Cotton in God's eyes Speak
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Black Cotton Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's Class is in session the worst question is the first question Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave Never got paid but still we slave (In the nine tre') Answer that then answer this too- Loves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a bitch true You best to backtrack and try to act black and live Not to be phony and positive but why be negative? What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?) Dum dum diddy is it me? Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets If not peace then at least let's get a piece I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased Lookin' through my highschool yearbook Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took One homie, two homie, three homies - POOF We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot God come save the misbegotten Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)
[Chorus: Eminem]
Nobody don't care (No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/and I ask God why) Nobody don't care (Seems like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions) Nobody don't care (Feels like I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm being tested) Nobody don't care (Seems like my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please answer my questions) Nobody don't care
[Kastro: Verse 3]
In the belly of the beast I'm bubbling up Running out of luck, about to self destruct Old heads say live your life like such Your sure to catch her witcha one day boy I wouldn't listen to 'em Your power movement was cool But it ain't fix nothin' So I just go with what i know I dont trust none Look what the 80's did To what's Bebe's kids And now we grown up Nobody ain't own us yet
[Young Noble: Verse 4]
Black cotton, I'm plottin' on what they owe me I'm workin' without a profit They shacklin' all my homies I'm hurtin' but keep the mind And we ain't stop, its cutains, you try to rise and Certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridas What's the reward for a strugala If the lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' up Runnin up, Gun cocked like nasty gloves If you aint got a penny, mind the glove No love Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds Black Cotton - I'm hoppin' over enemy lines Black Cotton - I ain't stoppin' till they givin me mine Black Cotton
[Chorus]
Loyal To The Game Lyrics
(feat. G-Unit)
[2Pac:] I'm loyal to the game
[Verse 1: 2Pac] Now I've got task on a nigga's ass Tell me will they blast me I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me, now It's gettin crazy after dark, These narcs be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart Now picture me scared of the penetentiary I've been movin these things since the days of elementary Now tell me what ya need when ya see me I'm stackin Gs buyin all the things on TV, believe me I got some killas on my payroll and they know When its time to handle business nigga lay low Although I'm young I'm still comin up I'm gettin paid pullin razors on niggas when they runnin up The first to pull the strap when theres drama Buster you ain't heard? I been slicin motherfuckers since I lost my mama There ain't a cop that can stop me My posse is cocky and they don't wait until they drop me I'm loyal to the game
[CHORUS: 50 Cent] I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin (Nigga I'm loyal to the game) You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing (Man I'm loyal to the game) If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin (I'm loyal to the game) Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain
[Verse 2: Young Buck] Possessed by the streets you can't tell me that this ain't home I can't eat if the rest of this shit ain't gone I'm gettin used to the needles on the bathroom sink Gotta close my door because the bathroom stink See, daddy don't work, and mama don't drink But daddy do dope, and mama can't think So look like I'ma be the man of the house Gotta have somethin to put in the air when it's out Up early in the mornin the first to get it They say if you really want it then come on wit it Sacrifice my life for this ice and these cars And I only spent 30 days behind bars I ain't never had a job but my rent got paid I handled any beef that they sent my way So send me to the pen but you know I won't change It's thug in my veins I'm loyal to the game
[CHORUS: 50 Cent] I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin (Nigga I'm loyal to the game) You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing (Man I'm loyal to the game) If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin (I'm loyal to the game) Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Yeah It ain't my fault I came up fast And your the name niggas bring up last And all the dames get a king up ass 10 grand on every ring I flash Deep frog--and I'ma have to fling your ass I'm on the block where its scorchin hot If you get caught in the crossfire they have to throw you off the block I get 'dro by the pickle jar These broke niggas wanna get the star So I don't keep the four-nickel far My lips is zipped I'm loyal to the game Bring your bitch around me I'm spoilin her brain Get more slugs to boil in your frame Cause you got rocks and they got aluminum foil for a chain The paints the same color as oil in the Range I'm stingy ain't got nothin for you but some change I'm good now but the fact still remains That the struggle that I'm from is attached to my name
[CHORUS: 50 Cent] I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin (Nigga I'm loyal to the game) You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing (Man I'm loyal to the game) If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin (I'm loyal to the game) Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain
[Outro...fading out] heh YA! 2Pac's in this motherfucker! Uh! G-Unit in the motherfuckin house 50! Banks! Buck!
Thugs Get Lonely Too Lyrics
(feat. Nate Dogg)
[Verse 1: 2Pac] See, it ain't easy bein' me Life as a celebrity is less than heavily I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around And it's always drama Whevever I wanna get around Mama told me Long before I ever came up Gotta be true, to watchya' do And keep ya' game up 'Cause things change And jealousy becomes a factor Best friends at your wifes house tryin' to MACK HER! I'm on tour But still they keep on knockin' at my door And I got no time to worry I'm steady wantin' more Every day is a test, yes I try hard But I'm strugg-a-lin' with every breath I pray to God that the woman that I left at home All alone Ain't nothin' like tryin' to bone Over the phone In my mind I can see her naked I can't take it Got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it I thought you knew.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg] I'm rolling out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa) Chickenheads wanna play with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway, Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage (Naaaa) Still I be getting lonely for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Verse 2: 2Pac] I call you up long distance On the telephone I wanna tuck you in Even though I know I can't make it home I whisper things in ya' ear Like youre near me Wonder if you feel me From far away Or can you hear me It seems to me That ya' jealous 'Cause I'm hustlin' and makin' money With the fellas' In the back streets Tryin' to trap me Baby HOLD UP Thugs get lonely too! But I'm a soulja And theres no way I'mma' stop makin' money 'Cause ya' attitudes changed And ya' actin' a little funny Always complainin' Sayin' we don't spend time Can't you see I got enough stress on my mind And hangin' up like you all that And get mad when I'm tell you that "I'm busy baby, call back," Please, ain't nothin' left to say to you Thugs get lonely too You KNOW.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg] I'm rolling out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa) Chickenheads wanna play with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway, Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage (Naaaa) Still I be getting lonely for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Verse 3: 2Pac] I sit alone in my room, drinkin' Without a care Talkin out loud to ya' Like ya' there Take ya' picture out my back pocket Man it's on You the first face I wanna see When I get home I wanna love you 'till the sun rise Buckwild Touchin' every wall in the house Thug style Put ya' hands on the headboard Think of me Drippin' sweat on top of you Sick of scenes in yo' head That I'm makin' love So turn the lights down Reminice 'n relax 'Cause baby right now I feel in the middle of my stomach You whisper in my ear Baby tell me how you really want it Hold on tightly Watch the ceiling Scratch my back How you react Lets me know you feel me 'Cause everything I'm giving to you Is so true Thugs get lonely too You know.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg] I'm rolling out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa) Chickenheads wanna play with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway, Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage (Naaaa) Still I be getting lonely for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Outro: Tupac Talking] Yeah! THUG LIFE BABY
N.I.G.G.A. (Never Ignorant About Getting Goals Accomplished) Lyrics
(feat. Jadakiss)
[Intro] (2Pac) Niggas! (Yeah!) (Uh) Niggas!
[Verse: 2Pac] Who's afraid of the punk police? Niggas run the streets, no justice no peace Fuck the law, rather draw than do time Don't fuck with mine, cross the line, my two nines go baya baya when I shoot 'em Korean mothafuckers was crooked, so niggas had to burn and loot 'em Now the streets ain't safe at night My Niggas! Straight take his life So don't sleep when my Jeep creep up, how we hit 'em Empty the clip, then dip cuz we did 'em Lickin' of shots for Latasha that's proper Love for my niggas but a glock for the coppers So what the fuck you wanna do now I packed a .9 last year, in '99 I'm packin' 2 now And even if they pull their triggers They can shoot one man, but nothings gonna stop the plan of true niggas
[Chorus (2Pac)] Niggas! (Yeah niggas, you can't fuck with us) Niggas! (Cuz bein' a nigga means you love niggas) Niggas! (Jada!, ey yo)
[Verse: Jadakiss] My dimes make the fiends go to sleep, so they call 'em bedrocks Niggas is like photographers, all they take is head shots Your last words'll be, "damn what's all these red dots?" Niggas nowawadays, they worry me, my bars is therapy As long as you usin' them thouroughly, muah til the day that they bury me My niggas is stronger and tighter now than they probably will ever be And i'm a product of the '70's The hood got niggas on punishment, that's why they never leave If I ain't eatin' with you, i'm probably beefin' with you If no money ain't involved ain't no need for me speakin' with you I know you got a gun but i'm hopin' you keep it with you Cuz unfortunately, i'm one of them rappers that keep a pistol and You know what the llama do, Shady/Aftermath, Ruff Ryders, D-Block, and of course Amaru Lotta people honor you, probably cuz of the way you used to bring the drama to whoever you wanted to, you a leader when you can get a leader to follow you But anyway, life goes on, so i'll see you when I art in heaven like our fathers do
[Chorus (2Pac)] Niggas! (Yeah niggas, you can't fuck with us) Niggas! (Yeah niggas, cuz bein' a nigga means you love niggas) Niggas! Niggas! (Nigga!, you can't fuck with us)
Who Do You Love? Lyrics
[Intro: Tupac] Maybe its the thug in me Maybe its the thug in me Maybe its the thug in me Maybe its the thug in me Maybe its the thug in me
[Verse 1: 2Pac] Ever since I was a young scrub I was a thug on the corner with my niggaz slangin drugs I'm runnin from the narcs when they pass by dont ask why I'm a hustler till my ass die Even if I do come up I be ready when they run up, huh I'll be a nut to put my gun up, huh I never trust these hoes at all, fucking with them tramp ass sluts who Suppose to fall Since she played you for you money but the shit was cool Guess its true niggaz be bitches too You cant see how she worked you, all up in her skirt Now you looking like a jerk, cause she hurt you Now heads up dont be a playa hater Just peep game keep your mind on your money watch the bitch change See hoes love thugs, and thugs love loot Hand it over motherfucker before I shoot Who do u love
[Chorus (x2): 2Pac] Maybe it's the thug in me Maybe it's the thug in me Tell me, Who do you love?
Maybe its the thug in me Maybe its the thug in me Who do you love?
[Verse 2: 2Pac] Im livin that Thug life baby, steady smoking endo going crazy Baby come and hug me when you rub me, turn the lights down We in the dark do you love me Everyboy is talking bout they know me But they aint down like my motherfucking homies Tell me what you need when you see me And we can get it on biatch take it easy Don't try to hold me, control me But you can take my number, baby call me when you lonely Cause its a mans world, aint no need to ask why I'm high till I die, and strapped with my 4-5 Cause you can loose it in the gutter I wonder if I die by the hands of another broke motherfucker They call me the alcoholer I'm all in, thug 4 life nigga ballin I'm gettin tired of these hoes tryna play me You can't fade me, me and my niggaz going crazy All day long Im straight thuggin, and contantly mean muggin Breakin the bitches that be buggin, tell me who do you love
[Chorus (x2): 2Pac] Maybe it's the thug in me Maybe it's the thug in me Tell me, Who do you love?
Maybe its the thug in me Maybe its the thug in me Who do you love?
A Crooked Nigga Too Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah nigga Yo Pac (That's right) Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah) Niggaz just wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit
[2pac Verse 1] Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true Ain't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed A loaded AK47 layin on my hips so don't trip One motherfucker from the underground And Big Stretch buckin' niggaz if they fuck around Yo, why ya'll got beef with police? Ain't that a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep I guess it's hard for you to see But now I'm pointin the finger at police instead of motherfuckers blamin' me I got the right to bear a pistol And when them punk motherfuckers get to trippin' I got shit too And maybe then you'll see the truth But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
[Chorus] It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too
[2pac Verse 2] You know you really can't say that you blame niggaz Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz 2pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the constitution I want my bucks for restitution This time you got a bigger problem Time to face the niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem And we ain't shootin' at eachother (fuck no), that's a motherfuckin' brother So save two, run for cover And other bitches from the clan Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!) Genuine draft ganja ganja and my fuckin' Tec-9 They know their scared to see us sober (awwwww) Cobra - And niggaz will take the world over It's all up to you (up to you) Blame the Korean (fuck that) I'll be a crooked nigga too
[Chorus] It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too
[2pac Verse 3] Pardon me, ?? has been God and try me I'll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G They got my homies in a jail cell Now it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell I got the whole place covered with loc'ed out brothers And nothing but love for eachother So motherfucker make a motion I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean Temperatures drop See it's cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops That's when they gettin' petrol You better watch your step or you'll be left on deathrow But I learned to look ahead of me Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy We blowin' up precincts and oooohhhh you can't fuck with the crew A crooked nigga too
[Chorus] It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too
Don't You Trust Me? Lyrics
I ain't got time for this man I'm out
[Chorus] You should stop for awhile you will find me standing by (Don't you trust me?) Over here at the side of your life (Not that I don't trust you) You spend all your hours just rushing around Do you have a little time to have a little time for me?
As soon as I leave the house you wanna page me See you got me trapped I'm going crazy this is slavery You act like it's outrageous give me space it won't get better And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters Soon as I come home it's like I get the third degree Where ya been and who you with I get no room to breathe It makes me wanna leave I'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve Your suspicious I decieve give me grief without belief but to me If you really trust me then it's pitiful Question me about my whereabouts that's so trivial Let me live my life and you can live yours Just be there to help me and support that's what your here for Not to give me stress and add to pressure Home is where I go the rest I go to pass the test I'm sorry if I left you all alone But I couldn't make it home so we argue on the phone Don't you trust me?
[Chorus]
Callin' up my house to hang it up You think that makes sense Tell me what it takes for us to shake so we can be friends It's time for us to take our seperate paths We had a lot of laughs but the good things come to pass Let's think of the evil break don't make it scandoulous Try to be mature I'm pretty sure that we can handle this Your sayin I'm too busy I ignore you I guess you didn't hear me when I said that I cared for you But now it seems the arguments are nightly I wanna hold you tightly but instead you wanna fight me So why let it stress and aggravate me Instead I'd rather break hope you don't hate me You tell me that you love me but your lyin' Fightin back the urge to start cryin' I wipe away your tears come and hug me I love you like you love me Girl...don't you trust me?
[Chorus]
I hangup the phone (click) I can't barely hear you yellin' at me Maybe we should end it neither one of us are happy You know that I'm emotional you milk me Comin' over crying just to get me feelin' guilty You and me were met to be it yet You always wanna sweat and how much closer can we get (don't fret) Just set me back my things and I'll be outie This time I'm breakin out you let your mouth overcrowd me I can't take the beefin' and the griefin' I get no room to sleep I hope it ceases cause I'm leavin' Maybe next time you'll be a little more sure When I can give you more when you unsure But baby until then I gotta leave ya It's not that I don't need ya but see ya And I hope that you understand why I bust it Not becuase we rushed it (hell no) But girl don't you trust me?
[Chorus]
Not that I don't trust you Don't you trust me?
Not that I don't trust you Don't you trust me?
Not that I don't trust you
Hennessey Lyrics
(feat. Obie Trice)
[Intro: 2Pac/Obie Trice] [Obie Trice] Ha ha ha, yeah
[Tupac] Nigga fuck that Gin and Juice (Hennessey) Just Pour a nigga a glass Hennessey, that dark shit (That's right)
[Obie Trice] Hey pour me some of that too baby
[Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice] They wanna know who's my role model It's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?) Hennessey
They wanna know who's my role model It's in a brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto) Hennessey
[Tupac] Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessey)
[Obie Trice] That's what your sippin on Now what's you name nigga?
[Tupac] Big ballin ass nigga named Pac
[Verse 1: 2Pac] Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath These motherfuckaz wanna see me die So who am I to try to warn 'em, I'll buck and bomb 'em, them nigga fry Ey remember me' Damn that Hennessey The nigga you don't wanna see, let me precede My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me? Now that it's poppin aint no love bitch I maintain in the game and the gutter is where I still kick it I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid So nigga blaze, cuz we some motherfuckin fools Walkin through the streets wearing jewels Breakin niggaz, fakin moves Even the cops can't stop us My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessey
[Chorus: 2Pac/Obie Trice] They wanna know who's my role model It's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?) Hennessey
They wanna know who's my role model It's in a brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto) Hennessey
[Tupac] Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessey)
[Obie Trice] That's what I'm sippin on Now let me tell 'em who I be
[Tupac] Big ballin ass nigga named Trice
[Verse 2: Obie Trice] Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's west Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess Tried to apply myself, but niggas was ballin My momma couldn't tell my shit, the streets was callin I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw P Funk, got I pumpin, he had the connects Through the sack to us little niggaz workin the set And if you got it you getting wet, nigga bet on that Don't come around hurr on that floss shit Detroit niggaz off shit (Robbin niggaz in the do' ways) That's right (With my four four, that's the sure way) And this your old days, all eyez on me We was loony I suppose you could (die homie) O Trice always repped his block Pac that Hen' and that Ice, I'm on a track with Pac nigga
[Chorus: 2Pac/Obie Trice] They wanna know who's my role model It's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?) Hennessey
They wanna know who's my role model It's in a brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto) Hennessey
[Tupac] Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessey)
[Outro: Obie Trice] Yea Ey Pac' Pac, nigga Detroit love you boy We put it down out here I mean, you know? Me, my family, my friends.. Man we riddin for you always 2PacalypseNow and to infinity boy' forever Shady Records, Afeni Shakur what up? Yea, Obie Trice Pour out a lil' liquor nigga
Thug 4 Life Lyrics
[2pac] HAHA Thug for life nigga Can't you read the signs? ay fuck it man
(Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin' fucked off - liquor Get loaded can't control it Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it You get the bones act to the whole stack Thats fo sho black To be a mack and keep your dough fat And tell me what does it take to be a G? I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt And now im in the rap game like the crack game I got enemies Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum What does it take to be a G? Silence is a must, violence is a plus Plus, shots at my adversaries Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried Cause ill be buckin' in a fuckin hurry
[Chorus X3]
Tell em' Thug for life High till' I die When em' stupid ass bitches ask why?
[2pac]
Game? Thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on makin' money, But you stuck on these fake bitches And jealous muthafuckas can't see That it's the fame that caught these stupid bitches, pass the pussy free So tell me why u sweatin' a muthafucka like me? A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas Jumpin' around at the shows And your the first muthafucka to jump To the trunk when it's time for fun Little trick ass punk Thug muthafuckas don't die we get high and we multiply Muthafuckaa!! Give a holla to my niggas in the Bay I'm livin' in LA still clutchin' on my AK
[Chorus X6]
Tell em' Thug for life High till' I die When em' stupid ass bitches ask why?
THUG FOR LIFE BIATCH!!
Yeah nigga, thug life, from now till' the muthafuckin' ever Havenotz in this muthafucka YEAH, No doubt
Po Nigga Blues (Scott Storch Remix) Lyrics
(feat. Ron Isley)
[Girl]
Scott Storch
[Hook (Tupac)]
Why'd you sland crack? I had to Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to A nigga gotta pay the fuckin bills
[Verse 1 (Tupac)]
Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me, claimin I'ma criminal when you the one that made me They got me trapped in this slavery now I'm lost in the holocaust headin for my grave G I told Sam he could fuck the war, and got a busted jaw for sayin "fuck the law" And if you wonder why I'm mad, check the record Whats a nigga gotta do to get respected Sometimes I think I'm getting tested, and if I don't say "yes" a nigga quick to get arrested That's the reason I stay zestin(??), I keep a vest on my chest incase the cops is getting restless Walkin round ready to light shit up, because my life is fucked, some say I'm slightly nuts Buck buck is the sound as I move up, other niggas pay attention when a fool bust They make a nigga be a killer, I used to be a dealer but they wanted to see whos realer Now them same mother fuckas wanna murder me, and I wonder if the lord ever heard of me I need loot, so I'm doin what I do, and don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes, Theres no other destiny to choose, I had nothing left to lose, so I'm singin the po nigga blues
[Hook]
[Verse 2 (Tupac)]
Coppin these brand new shoes, but what the fuck can a nigga do, my little boy gotta eat too So why must I sock a fella? Just live large like rocafella And did you ever stop to think? I'm old enough to go to war but I aint old enough to drink Cops wanna hit me with the book, and you hooked on my "I don't give a fuck" look Makin rules, I'ma break em, no matter how much you make em, show me bakin, I'ma take em So don't you ever temp me, I'm a fool for mine nigga, and my pockets stay empty To my brother in the barrio, you livin worse then the niggas in ghetto so I give a fuck about your language or complexion, you got love for the niggas in my section You got problems with the punk police, don't run from the chumps, get the pump from me We aint free, I'll be damned if I played a chip for a blonde haired blue eyed Caucasian bitch Down with my home boy rich, fuck a snitch and groupie ass bitch And a nigga with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone(huh) And you wonder why we blazin niggas, cuz you punks haven babies cant raise the niggas And they damned to be fuck ups too, drink 40s of brew, singin the nigga blues
[Hook]
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to And now I'm headin for the mother fuck in PEN
Ghost Lyrics
[Tupac - speaking] The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli That's it! All these motherfuckers stole from me I'm takin back what's mine
[slowed down voice] [laughing] You motherfuckers can't stop me Even if I die, I'm gon' be a fuckin problem Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker? Real live black... ghosts Feel me?
[Verse One: 2Pac] Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade me Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies Papa was a motherfuckin, joke Used to find dope in his coat And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke Daaamn, don't get me started My mama smoked so God damn much when she was pregnant I'm surprised I ain't retarded At night I can't sleep, count sheep As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep Starin at the wall, heard a scream Wake up in the mornin See the blood in the hall from the murder scene Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye On the corner, where the niggaz slang they crack And the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back (Five-OH!) I daydream about the dope world Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl My mausberg goes BOOM, what's another plug Snatchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other thugs (GIVE IT UP NIGGA) Don't run out of breath Every step could be death 'til you blast And be the last nigga left, then I'll be ghost
[Chorus: 2Pac] Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye
[Verse Two: 2Pac] A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar Everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna, kill ya Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep Let me die as I rest in peace, deep Back to these niggaz in the seven-deuce A mac-10 out the window bout to let it loose, what could I do? Run for cover and return fire DIE MOTHERFUCKIN DIE, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why But I let off everything I have An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dash On my ass was the motherfuckin cops now Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down BOO-YAOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by Still runnin like a nigga got nine lives Don't know why but I'm runnin to my fuckin block Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggaz and the cops Time to be a ghost (HEY MAN, COME THE FUCK ON!) And then we'll be ghost
[Chorus]
[Tupac - speaking] FUCK THE POLICE NIGGA! [laughing]
One Day At A Time Lyrics
(feat. Eminem, Outlawz)
[2pac] Sometimes its hard to wake up in the morning Mind full of demons, I don't wanna hear them anymore Got me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming Cause they seeing destruction before they a see human being So they start smoking weed, we'll never get our day Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die Before we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught in guns Smoking weed, can all make a change So I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold, I keep hoping please, if you prefer to breathe, Communities in need of people that will lead Keep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try Until the day I die, I promise to be wise With my heart open, greed, brings only misery A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only a few chosen, rise (rise) My ghetto queen, rise (rise) Don't be afraid to try (try) Too many of us died to the door to open wide My brother be wise, stay focused on the prize Though everybody dies We can...
[Eminem] Only learn to take, our anger and our hate Control our mental state, settle down, and just set it straight Maybe we can learn to take a second to pump the brakes For we said it, regret it later, and let it escalate Cause by then its too just late, theres so much we can take Theres only so much someone can swallow and tolerate To the point that he just breaks, snaps and thats all it takes You'd think that we was learning from other rappers mistakes But we aint Its plain to go against, with every artists, comes the image he portrays And a picture that he paints But in the midst of all this anger and this angst Never once did you hear me say I'm a gangster and I aint hear no complaints But I know, that I will always continue to grow, As long as I lead and never follow no one else's shadow There will never be another me And that I can guarantee Thats why the fuck I remain sucker free to this day The game will never be the same No matter how much fame or success they attain There will never be another me And no matter what they do There will never be another you You can search but you'll never find You can try to rewind time But in your hearts and your minds We will never die We are forever alive And we continue growing....
[2pac] One day at a time
Don't be caught in the publicity and caught in the hype Rappers are regular people minus money and light Searching for fortune and fame, and super stardom All the jewelry, all the cars, whose crew is the hardest. Now the hip-hop police, the villains is watching And kids think beef is the only option Outlaws born filthy, guilty as charged My memories of Khaddafi, but Makaveli lives on You think the industry is fun And no pity with guns And when your money is up Thats when your enemies come So if he died and came back Would he try to save rap? We needing a change, the drama remains
I spent my whole life, fighting myself That I cant win so I'm inviting some help and every now and then I take rights from left Im still just like a kid, looking for stripes on my belt And that there is a fight in itself So I just pray and hope god Take a like to myself No matter how much I try (stay alive) I'm gunna die mad, still standing there in love with my pride
Heard frivolous beats, we past that I'm trying to keep some income coming in And collect on my ass cap The rappers in the game aint changed And I finally realized that we not in the same game The hating will never end, so I guess I'll deal wit it Them 4-5 with cop killers, just some steel wit it The streets is military, you gotta be a soldier Gotta stay leery and keep your eyes on the rollers As they do what they gotta do to shackle and hold us So we gotta do what we gotta do to keep rolling One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind and we continue growin...
[2Pac] ...One day at a time. Damn!
Death Around The Corner Lyrics
[Child:] Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?
[Mother:] I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window with that fuckin' AK all day You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't, you don't do a goddamn thing
I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive In the city where the skinny niggas die If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry I expect retaliation in a hurry I see death around the- corner, anyday Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway Strugglin and strivin, my destiny's to die Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help me Got me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain't healthy Am I paranoid? - Tell me the truth I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot Ran out of endo and my mind can't take the stress, I'm out of breath Make me wanna kill my damn self, but I see death around the corner
[Chorus]
(When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better)
I see death around the corner, the pressure's getting to me I no longer trust my homies, them phonies tried to do me Smoking too much weed, got me paranoid, stressed Pack a gat and my vest, under my clothes when I dress Here's hopin I die the way I lived, straight thuggin' Huggin' my trigger for all them niggas who was buggin' My homie told me once, don't you trust them other suckers They fought like they your homies but they phony motherfuckers And even if I did die young, who cares All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares I got homies in my head who done passed away screamin, please Young nigga, make Gs I can't give up, although I'm hopeless, I think my mind's gone All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner
[Chorus]
I was raised in the city, shitty Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty Drinkin' liquor out my momma's titty And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household, And drinking liquor til' you out cold And tho' i'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow Bustin on them niggas til they gone How many more jealous ass bitches, comin for my riches Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless, them bitches will start shit Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch No more game for free, please explain to me Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see? Murderin' now but see me later man, as for my pops I got homies that will hunt you til you drop I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G And gettin high was a way of gettin free I see death around the corner
[Chorus]
This is for all the real mothafuckin niggas out there I know you ain't scared to die We all gotta go, ya know ? A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes And make sure he handles his motherfuckin business Y'all niggas stop acting like pussies out there, all right
[Movie bites]
I'm tired off getting ripped off by guys like that
I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head
I want that sonova bitch dead, I want him dead I want him dead, I don't care
Secretz Of War Lyrics
[Chorus (E.D.I. Amin):]
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
[E.D.I. Amin] War Time War Time, it's either yourz or mine Outlawz be on a grind, and a mission to shine And ride on em', leave em' stuck and fucked from the gate Set it straight, regulate wit' a bomb I'm about to detonate (Boom!) Hesitate, aww, now you know what ya'll niggaz were here to go If you know it was good for ya Buncha toy souljahs all dressed in fatigue But I'm Edi Amin on a mission to make em bleed Nigga what?, Nigga who? It was cool? and at you?, what the fuck is gone do? Barbecue and boo-hoo Ride or die, get money all at the same time Split the pie with the homie, ball at the same time Any nigga splippin', fall at the same time We all links in the chain, tryin to gain, do time We all see the sunshine But when you could do yourz, we'll bring these muthafuckas war
[Chorus (E.D.I. Amin):]
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
[2Pac] As I approach the scene, from smokin' green Got my eyes closed, niggaz so cold on my foes I make em' die froze Watch me make em' bleed, make em' G's Lord help me wit'it Got me paintin' pictures of a mil-ticket Help me get'it See me and pray for options but the pressures nonstop Niggaz get the pistol poppin' And watch they body drop I'm a lethal threat, watch me hit your set Flash on, blast on them bitch-made niggaz wit' my mask on Do it for profit, plus I'm, lookin for punks to bust on If you ain't screamin' WestSide, you can get the fuck on I'm seein' demons hittin' weed Got me hearin' screamin' Scared to go to sleep, watch the scene like a dope-fiend Probably be punished for it, though you can't ignore it I live the life of a thug nigga, and die for it Niggaz pass the clip and watch me bring em to the floor I got some shit that they ain't ready for (What you got?) I got the Secretz of War
[Chorus (E.D.I. Amin):]
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
[Yaki Kadafi] We do this thug life shit, like 4, 5, 6, dick em' Down wit' no rounds left up in the pound when the sounds (Here we go) Squeeze the lead off, I blow his mutha fuckin' head off Signal all the other outlawz to get this shit set off Yaki Kadafi, it ain't a cop here to stop me These streetz is black hockey and raw we get sloppy Put a pamper on your silly ass prestyle grammar Locked in the slammer, while I'm layed cocked
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