Alle 2 pac Texte!!!!

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac feat. Outlawz
Album: Better Dayz
Song: **** Em All
Typed by: thaq@2pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
You a what?
Bad Boy Killaz
Hahaha, yeah toller Typ, **** Em All
**** all you Mutha****as!
Ayyo Biggie.... put your hands up!

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Know I can make it happen, my rappin' is similar to mutha****as when they scrappin'
BLASTIN' watch 'em back up, Notorious Biggie Killer, affiliation with Death Row
Niggaz get they caps pealed back, fool this the westcoast
Picture misdemeanor I'm raisin' hell like felonys
Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail, just sellin' these
Intoxicated, we duplicated, but never fated
Now that we made it, my adversaries is playa hatin'
Got a Mercedes for these tricks that thought I quit
And got a drop top jag' for these bitches that's on my dick
Go to club in the pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back
I'm wait for niggaz to trip,'cause bitch I love to scrap
My mama raised me as a thug toller Typ with the loved niggaz
I'm a millionare started as a drug dealer
I went from rocks to zines, writin' raps and movies
I went from trustin' these tricks, now they all wanna sue me
So **** EM ALL!

[Chorus - Young Noble]
(That's right bitch, **** Em All)
Come put yo' hands up in the air, there's a middle finger up there, yeah
(That's right bitch, **** Em All)

[Verse 2 - Kadafi]
Now could you picture my criminal status at it's ****in' peak
Even the baddest be gettin' murdered in they seats
I'm addicted to these streets, like crack is to these creeps
Seein' visions of a prison, wake up screamin' in my sleep
Is there a heaven in this hell?
A possibility of livin' well?
But if they killin' me I get my stripes and whose to tell
Choosin' a cell, I'd rather die than be deseased
World wide figga addicted to these ****in' streets

[Verse 3 - EDI]
Now put yo' mother****in hands up, if you'se a ridah (ride)
Niggaz ain't killaz so they hidin', right?
**** Em All, touch 'em all, that's the way that we do it
Ride up, how the ****, now watch this bitch toller Typ loose it
Man I'm as cold as this game, y'all been knowin' my name (Edi)
A young, high, strong thug toller Typ created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane, get ****ed by the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass
So **** Em All!

[Chorus - Young Noble]
(That's right bitch, **** Em All)
Come put yo' hands up in the air, there's a middle finger up there, yeah
(That's right bitch, **** Em All)
I do my girl all by my lonely, don't need no phoney homie she told me
(That's right bitch, **** Em All)
Next goes to each and everyone of you homies, so don't get conquerable, I'm warnin' you
(That's right bitch, **** Em All)
toller Typ, we Outlaw ridaz don't give a **** if you love us, we thuggin'
(That's right bitch, **** Em All)

[Verse 4 - 2Pac]
I got glad bags with enemies, cut up so they remember me
Soaked up in Hennessey so their relatives know it's me
You can bet your last dollar, I'll dig 'em and holla
Ridin' these hoochies like they some heavy ass Chevy Impalas
Jump off and get your ass shot up from a prophet
Pick my glock up I'm bustin though such a fantasy, poppin' nobody got up, holla
Outlaw ridahz, mash up on the gas pedal
They caped the scene, count the cash and stash the precious metal
Here come the coppers, the SWAT team and the helicopters
Them crackers was crazy, why? - cause they'll never stop us
I watched Arnold Schwarzenegger bust somebody in a movie
Now I wanna do it too, ooh, niggaz is too through
True to the game, I claim Outlaw ridaz, we give a **** what they try...

[Verse 5 - Young Noble]
Cause Young Noble behind them
Can you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chain
Kick back lil toller Typ and watch the game
Get your mob rocked in one night
We keep it poppin' like a drug spot
The streets know what's hot
Trust me

[Verse 6 - Napoleon]
Even me hood called me baby Malcom X with the tech, shower some slugs on 'em
I got a brother don't rest when he keeps some drugs on him
Always in crime mood, hustle to find food
Have you seen faces of death?
That's what my nine'll do

[Verse 7 - Kastro]
I keep my mind on my money and money on my mind
With my back against the wall like I'm runnin' outta time
Even rap with a gat, I must be goin' out my mind
Like I'm up against the world with this guerilla team of mine
Screamin *Thug Life Bitch, **** Em All* and die for 'em
Even if the last toller Typ left, I'm a ride for 'em
Feel me, until they kill me, that's how I'm rollin'
**** Em All, let 'em die, that's my slogan
**** Em All!

[Chorus - Young Noble]
(That's right bitch, **** Em All)
Come put yo' hands up in the air, there's a middle finger up there, yeah!
(That's right bitch, **** Em All)
I do my girl all by my lonely, don't need no phoney homie she told me
(That's right bitch, **** Em All)
Next goes to each and everyone of you homies, so don't be conquerable, I'm warnin' you
(That's right bitch, **** Em All)
toller Typ, we Outlaw ridaz don't give a **** if you love us, we thuggin'
(That's right bitch, **** Em All)
(That's right bitch, **** Em All)
(That's right bitch, **** Em All)
(That's right bitch, **** Em All)
**** Em All!
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Artist: 2Pac feat. Nutt-So
Album: Better Dayz
Song: Ghetto Star
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
For all my niggaz in the hood, livin' the life of a Ghetto Star
You know how we do it
Hahahaha, Makaveli

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Just holla my name and witness game official
Niggaz is so shamed, they stand stiff like scared bitches
While I remain inside a paradox called my block
The gunshots is promised to me, when will I stop?
I hit the weed and hope to God I can fly high
Witness my enemies die when I'm right by
They shouldn't have tried me
Send they bodies to they parents up north
With they faces, they wrists and they nuts cut off
**** 'em all what I scream, as I dream in tounges
**** a trick, get me rich and them bitches will come
Bust my gun, make 'em all scatter
Bullets to my nuts only made my balls better
Eat a dick, beatch!
Mercy never that, you say you comin' back
Bring it on, forever strapped
Introduced you to the pleasure and the pain you can go so far
Just sell me your soul in the life of a Ghetto Star

[Verse 2 - Nutt-So]
I live the life of a thug toller Typ
Drug dealer, livin' gang tight
Mug niggaz, slug niggaz for the fame life
Laced with game, praticed in takin' pain
Quick to slain' and let it reign to your brain
Street smat, efficient, intelligent
And keep suckers hittin' till snichtes start smellin' me
Movin' niggaz with telekenises
Keepin' Channel 7 at work filmin' different features
Leadin' niggaz to an early death with their head blown
And to those who didn't make into the morgue was just dead and gone
And hope niggaz got punished
Kipnapped, jacked in the back with macks to their lap rats waitin' to get done
(Backtalkin') We tossed his ass out, mob related
One more toller Typ found shot up with his dick in his mouth
Printed my name in these streets as a mother****in G
Now the next generations lookin' up to me...

[Verse 3 - 2Pac]
Walkin' through the cemetary, talkin' to my homies that was buried
See my enemies wanna see my dead, I ain't worried
Forgive me, please give me shelter for all my fears
Lifted my head from my hands, had a palm of tears
I see bodies gettin' splashed with acid
Two shots rang from the plastic glock, wrapped in plastic
Buried them bastards, time to notify, his family
Shit, ain't nothin' left to be identified
Evacuate the crime scene fast, why?
Heard the feds had a warrant for my ass, fly
I won't touch down till I see Tijuana
Setup shots, sellin' them crooked cops marijuana
Label me a sicksess, I made the switch
Retired from the life that never gave my shit
With cash that I couldn't spend, countless cars
An addict for a wife, my life as a Ghetto Star

[Verse 4 - Nutt-So]
Got the word that some nerds wanna plot on this
Hit the curb, let it swerve had to stab their crib
No remorse, no repentance as I buck one down
Straight to the morgue as I plan on shuttin' shit down
Born soldiers, ****ed him up with a Mac-4
Torn ligaments all up in that toller Typ's shoulder
And a vest couldn't protect that flesh
Cause I got slugs to knock the air out your chest
Apparently they wasn't sucker free
Cause I had all them wanna be thug niggas in protective custody
I guess they heard that I got them birds
Thought I was a nerd till I bucked on of them to the curb
Luxery livin' lavish, with dreams of dyin' rich
With a team and clientele on my mother****in' dick
And gettin' down on these snitch bitches
Protectin' bitches by givin' stitches
Life as a Ghetto Star

[Outro - 2Pac]
When I grow up I wanna be like them
My life as a Ghetto Star
When I grow up I wanna be like them
My life as a Ghetto Star
When I grow up I wanna be like them
Live my life as a Ghetto Star
When I grow up I wanna be like them
Live my life as a Ghetto Star
When I grow up I wanna be like them
In my life as a Ghetto Star

This goes out to all you mother****ers
That still, have to kill to make that money
All you niggaz on the block sellin' rocks
Hand to hand, runnin' from the police
I see you, live your life as a Ghetto Star
Talk to the hood, claimin' you gettin' riches
Runnin' from the playa haters... live my life as a Ghetto Star
Niggaz with two strikes that don't wanna see the third... I feel you
It's The Don Makaveli... livin' my like as a Ghetto Star
****in' with that wicked ass toller Typ Nutt-So

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac
Album: Better Dayz
Song: Intro

[Female Reporter speaking]
Good evening, I'm reporting live from Sunset Blvd.
Where many excited fans have gathered with candles awaiting the much anticipated release of Tupac Shakur's latest album "Better Dayz".
This is yet another posthumous release which raises the question "Where are these songs coming from?".
It's interesting how the message in these songs is still relevant today.
Even in his death, he's touchin people with his lyrics.
I can feel the energy in the air as they count down to midnight when the album will officially be released.
Hold on... I think they're doing the countdown now...
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Artist: 2Pac feat. Fatal & Kadafi
Album: Better Dayz
Song: Late Night
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - DJ Quik]
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to this album
And I ain't heard nuttin you could kick back and smoke a beadie to, you know?

Yeah like that
Some of that mellow shit
Some of that shit that make bitches drink, make niggaz think
And help you check a fat-ass bank, hahah
So why don't you kick some of that shit toller Typ only you know how
Feel me?

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
I'm barely standin' and plus my second hand say it's midnight
Some Alize and Crystal, guranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang
Runnin' through the street lights, cause we like
"Young toller Typ get your mobb on show em what a G like"
Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno
Niggaz poppin', welcome to our casino, cause you and me know
Hundred percent like a C-note
Lookin' for a bitch that's half-black and filipino, huh
And when I meet her I'ma offer her some indo
Tounge kissin out the window of a pearl while limo
Don't wanna be your man, I'm your toller Typ touch me here, I'll get bigger
While I'm diggin' I'll get deep into your liver, I'm game type
Love ****in bitches in the same night
My words are aphrodisiacs if you say 'em right
The club be poppin' so I'm stoppin' at the Fat Burger
Look through the paper it's another black crack murder
The city's full of surprises as you can live or you can die
You can **** on the first night, or try, in the late night

[Chorus - samples scratched & (2Pac)]
Last Night
Last Night changed it all
(In the Late Night)
Last Night
(In the Late Night)
Last Night changed it all
Last Night
Last Night changed it all
(In the Late Night)

[Verse 2 - Hussein Fatal]
Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped
I clock rocks in the rain till my socks is damp
Ain't nuttin' like bein' a thug when I can just
Sit on the Row of Death straight knowin' that I'm blessed
Hussein Fatal, flawless fatality overdosin' on crime, three steps from reality
Get up to get down, represent the town
Last night was poppin' like like cocked glocks with hollow tip rounds

[Verse 3 - Kadafi]
From bootycalls to bail sheets, it ain't no tellin'
If I wake up in the county in my jail sheets
My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night
Probably involves me comin' up with just to see another day
Might be me who bites the bullet
In these streets where a man journey
With crooked cops and a society who tryin' to burn me
I'm like a pit in a cage, spittin' my shells in a gauge
Deadly as AIDS, niggaz gettin' crossed like a maze
Now picture me livin' my life like a king, maybe one day
Until then I'm livin' Monday through Sunday
Bringin' the gunplay for all these beefs and battles
When we collide, I'm a ride on that hide like cattle
Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night

[Chorus]
Last Night
Last Night changed it all
Last Night
Last Night
Last Night changed it all
Last Night

[Verse 4 - 2Pac - samples scratched]
Money and multiple gunshots are shown, large amps are blown
Niggaz in low-lows, pursuin' mo' hoes, then go home
The life of a california star
And when you see me in the drop-top Jag', how many niggaz wanna be me?
Game is automatic, manditory I sell
To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell
Cause when you gettin' some riches, watch for dumb bitches
They have you labeled a rapist before you get to tongue kissin'
It's a mean world toller Typ you strapped but be a throwaway
Will I survive the late night, to see dawn o' day?
Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow
My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo
Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static?
Too many done died from semis, and now we automatic
I dissapear whenever heated, ride whenever needed
For my niggaz up in Clinton gettin' weeded
Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die
Supply long as you mother****ers buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' niggaz known for tellin' bitches, **** in the late night

[Chorus - samples scratched & (2Pac)]
Last Night
Last Night changed it all
(In the Late Night)
(In the Late Night)
Last Night
Last Night changed it all
(Holla at me in the late night)
Last Night

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac
Album: Better Dayz
Song: Mama's Just a lil Girl
Typed by: thaq@2pacsworld.de

[Intro]
To the young mothers... that's right
I feel you
I know how it is, Mama's Just a lil Girl
Don't nobody understand, I feel you

[Verse 1]
She was born a heavy set girl with pigtails and curls
A heart full of gold, still it won't change the world
Though she can never understand why, some underhanded plans witness a man die
Was only 15, should've a beauty queen
Still see her cryin' by the caskets her parents got killed
Lil Girl don't cry cause even though they died
You can best believe they watchin over thee from the sky
Never asked for this misery but look at what you gettin' is a blessin' in the sky
When they find out you pregnant, no money, no home
And even known you're all alone you gots to do this on your own
So baby gone, I wish you luck and if you need me call just come to me let me feed you all
I can understand, the way it feels when you fightin' the world
Facin' all this drama but Mama's Just a lil Girl

[Chorus - Kimmy Hill (2Pac)]
Mama, I don't know why
Mama's just a lil girl
Livin' if she is or not, aahhooohhoohh
Time ain't on her side
Cause mama's just a lil girl (cause Mama's Just a lil Girl)
She gotta hold her head up high, aahhooohhoohh

[Verse 2]
At 16, what a beautiful thing
The very essance of a jet black ebony queen
And who can tell she get pregnant at an early age
She didn't listen, had sex watch her bearly raise
Hey, got violated by someone she dated
If this is fate I hate to see the seeds that she created
And so we wait although it takes time to build the body and the mind
She reclines 9 months, then finally it's time - what do we find?
Little grown boy in mind, but a tortured soul
Addicted to a life of crime at no time for the growin' stage
He learned his values on the streets at an early age
Watch for police, don't come home - why?
Cause mama's actin' crazy at the hospital
Bout to have another baby like the rose from the concrete
Grown within, blessed with twins, how the hell could mama raise three men?
So we began, closest family, such insanity
A happy home, for one act inhumanity
Plus mama's said the seed was corrupted, used a rubber bearly
Beggin' us to breathe if she love love is
Now mama sits quiet, sippin' peppermint schnapps
Turn the house into a spot and her watch for the cops, hey
How could mama bring a thug like me in this world
She ain't the cause of all the drama (why)
Cause Mama's Just a Lil Girl

[Chorus - Kimmy Hill (2Pac)]
Mama, I don't know why
Mama's just a lil girl
Livin' if she is or not, aahhooohhoohh
Time ain't on her side
Cause mama's just a lil girl (Mama's Just a lil Girl, how could she raise us?)
She gotta hold her head up high, aahhooohhoohh

[Verse 3]
Now, would she remain in the same spot
The gunshots rang, they came from the cane spot
Now look here, I see her clutchin' her son
In her arms, she hurt, her heart bleedin' now she watched her seed die in the dirt
Fulfill prophecy, but who could stop the grief?
I walk around, tryin' to hold the world up on top of me
I probably be a innocent man, still I'm a victim of a curse, what can be worse?
Nothin' but pain since my birth, finally functions at the pen'
Cause everbody's in payin' back society, I'm guilty of a life of sin
I watched the drama occur, my eyes blurred 'fore I jet it
I wonder why we all have to die 'fore we get it
Though we shed tears, so many peers I done buried
Worried and scared, knowin' I'ma see the cemetery
Must be prepared in this cold world, no one cares
No it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share
In this land of the underhanded schemes and plans
Vivid dreams of a toller Typ havin G'z in hand
Mama told me not to be a punk
**** what you talkin' about, coward, what you niggaz want?
There ain't a thing I wouldn't do for my mama in this world
Cause you know I ain't mad at cha, you just a little girl

[Chorus - Kimmy Hill (2Pac]
Mama, I don't know why
Mama's just a lil girl (Mama's Just a lil Girl)
Livin' if she is or not, aahhooohhoohh
time ain't on her side
Cause mama's just a lil girl
She gotta hold her head up high, aahhooohhoohh

[Outro]
They ask us why we mutilate each other like we do
They wonder why we hold such little worth for a human life, facin' all this drama
To ask us why we turn from bad to worse is to ignore from which we came
You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from concrete had damaged petals
On the contray, we would all celebrate it's tenacity
We would all love it's will to reach the sun
Well... we are the roses, this is the concrete
And these are my damaged petals
Don't ask me why, thank God toller Typ
Ask me how

You see, Mama's Just a lil Girl
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[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac feat. Cocoa Brovaz & Buckshot
Album: Better Dayz
Song: Military Minds
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
Stand in formation, my mother****in' real troopers
Let's do it like soldiers
All in together now!
No retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor, mother****er!
Do it to em!

(C'mon, never got thuggin!)
Yes Yes Yes YES! (say what?)
(side to side, right)
WHERE YOU AT, WHERE YOU AT
WHERE MY REAL THUGS
WHERE YOU AT, WHERE YOU AT
WHERE MY REAL THUGS
WHERE YOU AT, WHERE YOU AT
WHERE MY REAL THUGS
WHERE YOU AT
REAL THUGS, WHERE YOU AT
DO IT TO EM
DO IT TO EM
THEY LOVE THE WAY WE DO IT TO EM
DO IT TO EM
THEY LOVE THE WAY WE DO IT TO EM

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Supress the revolution of promeditated scheme (SCHEME)
Introduced a drug called crack, to us ghetto teens (TEENS)
Got a love for raw niggaz now, playa what it be like (LIIIIKE)
When will niggaz see they got us bleedin' with three strikes (STRIIIKES)
Can't see the focus, hopeless
With violent thoughts I wrote this
Got these devils peturfied, hidin' from my hocus pokus (hocus pokus)
And so I learned to earn my currency in overtime (overtime)
Affiliated, clearly click, I'm military minded (MILITARY MINDED)
May God forgive us though we dwellers inside a paradox
Thugged out and drug dealin' from the room to the block (TO THE BLOCK!)
My live mind got my survivin' five shots (FIVE SHOTS! SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS...)
My 45 got me fortified with live shots (LIVE SHOTS! SHOTS SHOTS...)
When shit stick we plot hits when our glock spits
Oh hell, I don't bail, wrath of 2Pacalypse (2PACALYPSE!)
Forever ghetto necessary, picture food stamps
Outlaw thug niggaz, never left the boot camp

[Verse 2 - Cocoa Brovas & Buckshot (2Pac)]
I'm a toller Typ for assignment, one of the squads finest (finest!)
Skilled in guerilla warfare and blessed with refirement (refirement)
My rap sheets contains sessions of bomb sessions
Says I'm responsible for black smith & wesson (wessons!)
Puttin' local youths in a military state of mind (military state of mind)
Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined (yeah)
Cocoa Brovas pan the borderline (borderline)
That's the sound and you deads end (deads end)

Man to man, I'm facin' the devil with a plan (plan!)
Judo stance, first glance, I'm makin' my advance (advance)
Animal instincs, intelligence of an assassin (assassin!)
Masked man ninja style surroud me, ready to attack (ATTACK!)
I react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me (with me!)
Never forget the methods, stick and move strictly (stictly!)
Shit be seemin' like it's closin' in
With no regrets I hold position, cause I circles
I'm one of the chosen men (chosen men)

[Buckshot]
Picture bein' put in a position that move (MOVE!)
And you can't move cause your move is blocked by the night at 12 o'clock
That's when the madness begins (begins), so I star the focusin'
MY thoughts on the war, cause the rule is the law (law)
And the law that we live by is to stay true to self, in this case BDI (BDI)
Why try, everybody lie about the block
True souljah mentality, this is how we rock and move
(This is how we rock)

[Bridge]
Stick and move
Time to show what kinda toller Typ move or get moved on
Let's see who's strong (who's strong)

[Verse 3 - Cocoa Brovas & Buckshot] (2Pac)
In the days of the strange, when nothin' stays the same
With new faces come through with similar game (game!)
And who you thought was them, really ain't they (they!)
Catchin' déjà vus of the game people play (play!)
It's a call for re-adjustment, fine tune your positions (yeah)
You slippin' and trippin' instead of bobbin' and dippin' (dippin'!)
Will never let this world of stress get the best of me (me!)
Takin' breathin' techniques, slay you with Tai Chi (Tai Chi!)

What did cha change to get a break in the world of snakes?
And those who fake elimination I'm facin' destruction
Outlawz till I duck and down (DUCK DOWN!) from PoPo's rushin', no one to trust in
Rushin' to the goal line
Catch a toller Typ, beat him, treat him like he stole mine (stole mine)
No swine, I'm a souljah, told cha I control mine (control MINE!)
Time to take you back into time, follow this here... (feel it!)

[Buckshot]
One way out, this black hole
For this black soul, shit is outta control
I'm fightin' for my position to be a fetus in this world I'm enterin' (fetus... enterin')
And my face is sentencin' for repentance (repentance)
Before my body was fully formed into a human (human) I was already consumin' weed
Cause my mum used to smoke back in the 70's (seventeeeees)
Maybe that's why I in the 90's I drop G'z when I drop degrees (grees)
When I ease across the block with 'Pac and got all ya niggas shot
You didn't think Boot Camp Click would link with the Outlaw minded? (Outlaw)
If you do you press rewind and you can peer guerilla tactics in every line (tactics)

[Outro - 2Pac]
Yeah, and this is how we do it
Where my real thugs, where they at?
Let me see my real thugs, now where you at?
Won't ya see my real thugs, where you at?
Let me see my real thugs, where you at NOW?
WHERE MY REAL THUGS, LET ME SEE WHERE YOU AT
TELL ME WHERE MY REAL THUGS, GOTS TO SEE WHERE YOU AT?
WHERE'S MY SOULJAHS, WHERE YOU AT?
WHERE MY REAL SOULJAHS, WHERE YOU AT?
WHERE MY SOULJAHS, WHERE YOU AT, WHERE YOU AT?
GET YOUR STRAP MY toller Typ, WHERE YOU AT, WHERE YOU AT?
WHERE MY SOULJAHS AT, WHERE YOU AT, WHAT YOU AT?
WIT' CHA THUG NIGGAS WHERE YOU AT WITH CHA STRAP?
WHERE MY SOULJAHS AT, WHERE MY TRUE THUG NIGGAZ, NO LONGER DRUG DEALERS CAUSE WE NOW THUG NIGGAZ
WHERE MY SOULJAHS AT, NO LONGER DRUG DEALERS CAUSE WE NOW THUG NIGGAZ, LET ME
WHERE MY, WHERE MY SOULJAHS AT PuT YO PISTOLS IN THE AIR
WHERE MY SOULJAHS AT, PUT YO GUNS UP
TELL ME WHERE MY SOULJAHS AT, PUT YO PISTOLS IN THE AIR
WHERE MY SOULJAHS, MY TRUE THUG ROLLERS?
YES!
IT JUST DOESN'T QUIT, YES!
THIS IS THAT REAL HIP-HOP SHIT, YES!
**** WHAT YOU HEARD, FROM THE GHETTO TO THE 'BURBS KNOW WE MEANT EVERY WORD
WHERE MY SOULJAHS, WHERE MY SOULJAHS AT
WHERE MY SOULJAHS, WHERE MY SOULJAHS AT
PUT YO HAND ON YOUR PISTOL, PUT YO PISTOLS IN THE AIR
WHERE MY SOULJAHS AT, WHERE MY SOULJAHS AT
WHERE MY SOULJAHS, WHERE MY SOULJAHS AT
WHERE MY SOULJAHS, WHERE MY SOULJAHS AT
WHEN BOB DOLE AND DELORIS TUCKER WANNA KNOW WHERE MY SOULJAHS AT - CODE FO'!!!

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac
Album: Better Dayz
Song: My Block
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro]
Take a ride to My Block, My Block
That's right
Huh, we're on My mother****in' Block

[Verse 1]
They got a toller Typ sheddin' tears, reminiscin' on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath
The underlyin' causin' my arrest, my life is stressed
And no rest forever weary
My eyes stay teary for all the brothas that I buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary our black on black crime legendary
But at times unnecessary, I'm gettin' worried
Teardrops and closed caskets the blue strikes large drastics
Uncertain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we're arressted, but open fire
Life in the pen' ain't for me cause I'd rather die
But don't cry due our(your) dispair
I wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time he notice a toller Typ is when he's clutchin' on a 4-5
My neighborhood ain't the same
Cause all these little babies goin' crazy or they sufferin' in the game
And I swear it's like a trap
But I ain't givin' up on the hood it's all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggas give me props
Forever hop cause it don't stop on my block

[Chorus - Children (2Pac)]
Maybe life is but a dream
Hard times is all we've seen (on My Block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play (on My Block)
(Hehehe)
But on our block we still play

[Verse 2]
Now shit is constantly hot on My Block
It never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mothers pain when her son drops
Black males livin' in hell, when will we prevail
Fearin' jail but crack sales got me livin' well
And the system's sucidal with this thug's life
Stayin' strapped and forever trapped in this drug life
God help me cause I'm starvin' and can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heart broke
From the start I felt tha racism cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home
On my block

[Chorus - Children (2Pac)]
Maybe life is but a dream
Hard times is all we've seen (on My Block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

[Verse 3]
And I can't help but wonder why so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK's and the drive-by
Swollen pride and homicide don't coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone, them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin' black life
But I can't blame the dealers
My mamma's welfare, check
Has bought the next man chrome wheels
Shit's real, I know ya feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child daddy free
Hangin' out pickin up game, sippin' cheap liquor
Gamin' the hoochies hopin' I can get to sleep with her
It's a man's world, stayin' strapped
Fantasies of a toller Typ livin' fat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin' focus
On My Block

[Chorus - Children (2Pac)]
Maybe life is but a dream
Hard times is all we've seen (on My Block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

[Verse 4]
And block parties in the projects lastin' way past daylight
A young toller Typ learned to break nine, used to play fight
With my homies but they stuck in the pen'
I send them ends but it's tough on a friend
In my mind, I see the same mother****ers ballin'
Alcohol will make a lazy toller Typ slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this
Growin' up in this world where everything is scandalous
I reminisce on the fast times, past crimes
Tryin' to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
I can't explain just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains, some extra change and the street fame
And what's strange is everybody know my name, swear they all know me
And lots a cash make a toller Typ change
I hit the green just to maintain
Feelin' pain for all the niggaz I lost to the game, from my block (that's right)

[Chorus - Children]
Maybe life is but a dream
Hard times is all we've seen
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

[Outro]
Rest in peace to all the mother****ers that passed away
From all the blocks that I'm from
112 street, 7th avenue New York Uptown, you know what I'm sayin'?
183rd and Wall - My Block, that's right
122nd and Morningside - My Block, that's right
Decatur avenue
Baltimore - My Block, that's right
And the jungle - Marin City, that's my block, true
Los Angeles, haha, that's My Block too
Oakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block fo' sure
And all the other blocks around this mother****er
Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago
All y'all niggaz stay kickin' up dust, represent the mother****in' block
____________________________________________________

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac feat. Kastro & EDI
Album: Better Dayz
Song: Never B Peace
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Now of course I want peace on the streets
But realisticly paintin' perfect pictures ain't never worked
My misery was so deep
Couldn't sleep through all my pressures in my quest for cash
I learned fast, usin' violent measures
Memories of adolescent years, there was unity
But after puberty we want war to our community
So many bodies droppin', it's gotta stop
I wanna help, but still I'm steppin', keep my weapon, must protect myself
The promise of a better tomorrow ain't never reach me
Plus my teachers was to pertified in class to teach me
Sippin' thunderbird and grape kool aid, callin' earl
Since my stomach was empty it seduced me to **** the world
Watch my lil homies lose their childhoods to guns
Nobody cries no more, cause we all die for fun
So why you ask me if I want peace?
If you can't grant it, niggaz fightin' across the whole planet
So it can Never B Peace

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Will there ever be peace?
Or are we all just headed to doom
Still consumed by the beast
And I know there'll never be peace
That's why I keep my pistol when I walk the street
Cause there can Never B Peace

[Verse 2 - Kastro]
Somebody owes me, but they control me not
I ain't a hater, player but I want all you got
Y'all babies had babies now we fightin' each other
My doggz got rabies they bitin' each other
And it ain't to find a friend like mine
Big fully is a bullet and he don't mind dyin'
And I gotta be pride, missed sign after sign, time after time, after time after time
And I don't like nobody they don't like my more
And I'm good with that finally but they heard that before
Dogg we livin' in a prison, losin' our religion on
Thanksgivin', we're thankful just for livin' in hell
Damn Homie, I don't mean to be harsh
But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin' to tear it apart
And if me make it up out, we still stuck in the dark
Will there ever be peace, just the peace in my heart?
Never

[Bridge - EDI]
The only peace we got, is the peace in our heart
Or the peace in our mind
Or that damn piece we hold in our wasteline, feel me, dogg?
C'mon

[Chorus - 2Pac]
So will there ever be peace?
Or are we all just headed to doom
Still consumed by the beast
And I know there'll never be peace
That's why I keep my pistol when I walk the street
Fool, there can Never B Peace

[Verse 3 - EDI]
Thangs are changin'
toller Typ you better be precise
I'm only concerned about me and mine in these times
The world is a ghetto, but peace is not a part of it
We all gon' need God for plan to make it out of this
Niggas spendin' too much time hatin' on each other
Niggas buyin' guns, load em up, aim em at each other
And the victim is you and me, it's sick but it's true indeed
The good die, mostly over bullshit, repeatily
Deep in my there's a part that was nothin' but love
But the rest of me know war's what's way for us
So I stays ready, keep my pay heavy and boss up
Stack my funds and my guns, never rely on luck
Askin' God to point out the imposter
Never let no weapon formed against me prosper
Just there's Never B Peace, so don't rely on it, soldiers dyin' for it
And in the ghetto, they tryin' for it
**** peace!

[Chorus - 2Pac] 2x
So will there ever be peace?
Or are we all just headed to doom
Still consum by the peace
And I know there'll never be peace
That's why I keep my pistol when I walk the street
Fool, there can Never B Peace
Will there ever be peace?

[Outro - 2Pac]
Shit, **** peace
On the strength till my niggaz get a piece we can never have peace
How the **** we gon' live happy when we ain't got nothin'?
You mother****ers is smilin' but I'm mean muggin'
Why? - cause I gotta be thuggin'
You seen drugs done turned this whole mother****in' hood out
All us niggaz actin' up
Wild ass mother****in' adolescents
These niggaz ain't even got no childhoods no more
How the **** you can have a childhood when you have to fear you every mother****in' weekend?
And you mother****ers talk about peace, toller Typ it ain't no mother****in' peace
You ain't seen the news mother****er?
You ain't heard?
Little babies gettin' smoked, mother****ers killin' they whole family
Lil kids gettin' thrown off buildings, mother****ers gettin' abused
Peace? - Niggaz you outta ****in' mind?
**** peace!
We can never have peace until you mother****ers clean up this mess you made
Till you ****in' clean up the dirt you dropped
Till we get a piece
**** peace
Westside!
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac feat. Tyrese
Album: Better Dayz
Song: Never Call U Bitch Again
transcribed by: thaq@2pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
What's up, boo?
I swear I Never Call U Bitch Again
You ain't ****in' with me nevermore... hahaha
I swear I Never Call U Bitch Again
All I just wanna say is ummm... I ****in' apologize
I swear I Never Call U Bitch Again
I ain't meant to call you a bitch
I Never Call U Bitch Again
Damn...

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Gave my homie 90 dayz for domestic violent
I try to picture myself in his position, but remained silent
I get to thinkin' bout this shit we been through
We close like kin but you remained my friend too
This life of sin done got the both of us in trouble
But you always stayed down for a toller Typ so that's why I love you
Remeniscin' needin' tissues, fightin' over childish issues
Swear and can't live with you but without you everyday I miss you
When we roll you hold my pistol, my gangsta bitch
And is you always in the mood for love that's why I'm sleepin' with you
Though I'm not the man of your dreams my plan and schemes
To be rich like a king and live my life trouble-free
I see yesterday I called your names and played games on your mind
I promise that I'll change in time
It's a complicated world so girl just be a friend
I swear I'll Never Call U Bitch Again (that's my word)

[Chorus - Tyrese (2Pac)]
We came too far to throw it all away
(I swear I never call u bitch again, believe me)
We came way too far, pretty baby
(I swear I never call u bitch again, hey)
To throw it all away, throw it all away, baby

[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
I wake up early in the mornin' at the crack of dawn
Niggaz still tired so I'm yawnin' and now I'm gone
Tryin' to get my money on strong, so an early riser
Out before them other guy, that's the way to profit every time
Can't get too close my enemies, they see ghosts they envie me
Plus we been beefin' with the east coast with casualties
Got stopped in traffic, had a warrant, so they gaffled me
But while I'm gone, watch my business and my back for me
My enemies think they got me crossed, they ain't knowin'
Ain't no love for playa haters where you cowards goin'
You paid bail, got me outta jail, home again
I promise not to leave you on your own again
Crystal corks have popped, romantic thoughts have dropped
It's so frantic but don't panic cause we forced the top
I found a partner and a ridah, a woman and friend
I swear I Never Call U Bitch Again, believe me

[Chorus - Tyrese (2Pac)]
We came too far to throw it all away
(I swear I never call u bitch again, believe me)
We came way too far, pretty baby
(I swear I never call u bitch again, hey)
To throw it all away, throw it all away, baby

[Bridge - Tyrese]
You're my toller Typ and my best friend
I never gonna call you bitch again
Ohhhohhohhh, yeahyeahyeah, ohhhohhhhhhh

[Verse 3 - 2Pac]
Witness the evil men do all this shit I been through
Never meant to hurt you, can we make this worth, boo?
I know you been feelin' pain, things are not the same
Waitin' to exhale while I'm sittin' in the county jail
Keep your head up, cause things are gettin' better
My cell made shed tears of your last love letter
Told him you will find a friend so keep your eyes pealed
Sorry if I cuss but it's the sufferin' that I feel
Who can I trust and if I bust will she snitch?
Even though you ain't the type to trip
Sorry if I called you bitch
You showed me the definition of feminin
The difference between a pack of bitches and black women
I see the board for the third time, hope to see you soon
Pictures of us kissin' in the livin' room, in the nude
Thanks for bein' there, much more than a friend
I swear I Never Call U Bitch Again, believe me

[Chorus - Tyrese (2Pac)] 2x
We came too far to throw it all away
(I swear I never call u bitch again, believe me)
We came way too far, pretty baby
(I swear I never call u bitch again, hey)
To throw it all away, throw it all away, baby

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac
Album: Better Dayz
Song: Outro
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[2Pac talking]
Expect me like you expect Jesus to come back, expect me toller Typ, I'm comin'!!
*echoes* Expect me like you expect Jesus to come back, expect me toller Typ, I'm comin'!!
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac feat. Trick Daddy
Album: Better Dayz
Song: Still Ballin'
Typed by: thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
Str8 mutha****in ballin'
Part two - still ballin'
Westside

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Now ever since a toller Typ was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penintentiary
Still Ballin'!
Ridin' on these niggaz 'cause they lame
In a 6-1 Chevy still heavy in this game, can you feel me?
Blame it on my mama I'm a thug toller Typ
Up before the sunrise, quicker than the drug dealers
Tell me if it's on
toller Typ then we first 2 bomb, bust on these bitch made niggaz, hit em up, WESSSTSIIIDEE!
Ain't nobody loved me as a broke toller Typ, finger on the trigga
Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz
I love my female strapped, love **** her from the back
I get my currency in stacks, California is where I'm at
RIDE, pass by while these niggaz wonder why
I got shot, I didn't die, let em see who's next to try
Did I cry? - hell naw toller Typ tears' shed
For all my homies in the pen', many peers' dead
Niggaz Still Ballin'

[Chorus 2Pac (Trick Daddy)]
(I'm still Ballin)
Until the day I die (until I die)
You can bring your crew but we remain true (you can bring your crew)
Mother****ers Still Ballin'!
(I be ballin)

Niggaz wonder why (they wonder why)
You can bring your crew but we remain true
Mother****ers Still Ballin'!

[Verse 2 - Trick Daddy]
Now if you kneel and pray I hope the lord understand
When he's gone to war I'm becomin' a dangerous man
Ain't crazy or deranged, I'm sane (I'm sane)
But when these kids go to sprayin', boy all be playin' (all be playin')
With clientele any rhyme sells
Question is will you ****in' niggaz ride for real, huh?
Bitch toller Typ this is G-rated, plus ya homeboy won't make your street game fool dazy
I'm elevated to the top of this shit
Now **** around and puttin' me and 2Pac on this bitch
And you can tell 'em Thug Life was the reason for this
And I ride for any toller Typ who believe in this shit
I'm Still Ballin'

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Till the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true
Mother****ers Still Ballin'!

Niggaz wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true
Mother****ers Still Ballin'!

[Verse 3 - 2Pac]
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the frontpage, shot to death, bullets to the head
Niggaz holla out my name and it's similar to Ray
Mother****ers know I'm comin' so they runnin' to their graves, watch
Swoop down with my toller Typ from the Pound, cause Trick don't give a ****
Where you coward niggaz now, blast
Keep pumpin' and worry about nuthin'
Busters thought we was frontin' so we load and keep dumpin' (Still Ballin)

[Chorus - 2Pac (Trick Daddy)]
(I'm still Ballin)
Until the day I die (until I die)
You can bring your crew but we remain true (you can bring your crew)
Mother****ers Still Ballin'!
(I be ballin)

Niggaz wonder why (they wonder why)
You can bring your crew but we remain true
Mother****ers Still Ballin'!

Until the day I die (still ballin)
You can bring your crew but we remain true
Mother****ers Still Ballin'!

Niggaz wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true
Mother****ers Still Ballin'!

Until the day I die...
Thug Life! Still Ballin'!
...mother****ers Still Ballin'!
Str8 mother****in Ballin'!
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac
Album: Better Dayz
Song: Street Fame
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro]
Turn it up in my headphones...
Comin' to a ghetto near you - Street Fame
More...
Haha, comin' to a ghetto near you...

[Verse 1]
I wasn't mad until these tricks shot me
It's time to sanitize my posse, look how paranoid these niggaz got me
Cellular calls are bein' traced, send surveillance silently
Mama chill, thug livin', pay the bills, I'm dyin' violently
Closed caskets, expose bastards, I leave em bloody
Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a toller Typ speak on gettin' money
Ain't nuttin' funny, cream got a toller Typ seein' things
Why hit the lah, hope to God I can fly
Leave the weapon, I'm a savage still a method to my madness
Blast niggaz, laugh for all the cash cabbage
Read 'em and weep, put 'em to sleep, they hell bound
Lyrics will leave 'em spell down, clown now
Tired of bein' held down, cross my heart
Hope to die blind, there's some pussy millionare
Livin' carefree, sucker free, player haters miss me
Hopin' hard times never catch me slippin'
**** authorities, they wonder why minorities be trippin' - we ain't havin' it
Time to tear the shit back, ghetto children kick back
Once I hit the map, niggaz'll never get they shit back
Spit it so eloquently, my pistols represent me
Bustin' till my rounds empty, back for the Street Fame

[Chorus]
Comin' to a ghetto near you - Street Fame
Comin' to a ghetto near you - Street Fame
Comin' to a ghetto near you - Street Fame
Comin' to a ghetto...

---overlapping with Chorus---
One love to my true thugs
Bust!
All out warefare, eye for an eye, bustin' on my enemies, bad boy killer
Straight dissin' you
**** Lil Kim, you nasty bitch!

[Verse 2]
Temprature rises as niggaz blinded by my lyrical disguise
No time to plot retreats, niggaz shiver and die
Multiple rounds found laced in his body and face
Wrapped in plastic, the acid earased all traces
Criminal tactics for the rap game became so drastic
Military mind, mash all Po's get blasted
If we bleed then they suffer can't choke down the terror
So we stripe, seein' our lives bein' reflected in mirrors
The prophecy is clear, niggaz lock and load disappear
Strategize with no fear, wagin' war for years
The crack game wasn't big enough, ready to rush
Bitch made mother****ers get murdered and touched
I go to jail, niggaz screamin' free me
Speakin' freely, conversatin' with my comrads kickin' suaheli
Indeed they should fear my first seed, it gets worst
Blamed and cursed to be a G on the first to breath
Currency in stacks, artillery in the back
Strapped, armies we camouflaged in all black
When we attack, holla out my set, toller Typ tighten jaw
Givin' birth to the Outlawz
Haha - Street Fame

[Chorus]
Comin' to a ghetto near you - Street Fame
Comin' to a ghetto near you - Street Fame
Comin' to a ghetto near you with Street Fame

---overlapping with chorus---
Bust toller Typ, bust
Hell yeah, only Makaveli The Don can put it down like this
Ain't none of you niggaz

[Verse 3]
Positive identification got me rushed to the station
Stuck in this line up, tryin' hard to hide my face
They placed the name but can't recall the scripture
I ain't did shit obviously that bitch trippin'
Promised retaliation
They plan busted, no man to be trusted
Everything corrupted once a man touch it
Kamakazi, hopin' that none of them spies find me
That's why we "bye bye" daily, knowin' cops trail me, but why cry
Floatin' while we toatin' on this potent branch
Flossin' in the thug stance, pistols tucked inside my pants
Never underestimate me, playerhate me, see me and hide
Sure as hollow points shatter enemies die
Spread love, dead thugs gettin' buried in riches
Take a chance to advance, **** them worryin' bitches
Penitienturies' a possibility, bust and pray
Wear a rubber so I live to **** another day, heeey
Ain't nuttin' strange, I be 25 dyin' to change
But still I bang on the Street Fame

Thugged out, Makaveli The Don representin' the Outlawz
Street Fame!
One love to my true niggaz

[Chorus]
Comin' to a ghetto near you - Street Fame
Comin' to a ghetto near you - Street Fame

[Outro]
Makaveli The Don, Killuminati
Now check this out, I'ma tell you like this:
If the lifestyle you livin' you livin'
Got you takin' more ****in' shorts than gettin' props
Then that lifestyle need to stop
Best to recognize this Outlawz shit
Cause only in the Outlaw-lifestyle can you truly come to
To see what this life's supposed to be like
toller Typ you'll start you see riches, fine bitches and hittin' switches
Shit, to me that shit sound delicious
Street Fame

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac feat. Outlawz & Big Syke
Album: Better Dayz
Song: There U Go
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Was it the liquor, that makes me act blind
Times that I'm with her
Anonymous pictures of other niggaz tryin' to kiss her
Will I love her or shall I diss her?
I'm sick of this scandalous shit I deal with
Tryin' to paint a perfect picture
My memories of jealousy, no longer carefree
Cause so much bullshit your girlfriends keeps tellin' me
I'm on tour but now my bedroom's an open door
So it got me thinkin' "what am I tryin' for?"
When I was young, I was so very dumb
Eager to please, a lil trick on a mission, tryin' to get him a piece
Me and my niggaz is thug niggaz, former known drug dealers
We don't love bitches and believe they don't love niggaz
I gotta play my attraction
But you became a distraction, a threat to my paper stackin'
I thought you changed, but now I know
Can't turn a hoe into a housewife, baby
And There U Go

[Chorus]
There U, There U Go - actin' like a hoe
There U, There U Go - actin' like a hoe
There U, There U Go - actin' like a hoe
Actin' like a hoe, actin' like a hoe
See the word on the street's you're
Just a groupie on a world tour
Now I found out from myself you're
Girl you need to check yourself

[Verse 2 - Kastro]
These silly chickens got this game twisted
So I don't claim em, just bang em
Poppa raised a player, so player, I play em
I got hoes, they got more hoes than me
So how I look gettin' hooked like I ain't got G
Truely cutie booty big, but that ain't enough
And that head make me beg still that just ain't enough
When I don't trust her, the bitch be lyin' too much
And she be dyin' to **** me, you be buyin' her stuff... the hoe

[Verse 3 - Kadafi]
See her friend, I know
Your whole M.O.'s preoccupied mostly
Gettin' clown after clown', town coast to coast
See I been tryin' to stay away from sluts like you
Got me turned off completely by that sheisty shit that you do
Knew from jump your aim, straight through them spandex
Don't front, just name
Spots on your body for me to touch while you clutch this game
I keep flowin' like H2O, it ain't nothin' fot me to say
Why you keep actin' like a hoe, but There U Go

[Chorus]
There U, There U Go - actin' like a hoe
There U, There U Go - actin' like a hoe
There U, There U Go - actin' like a hoe
Actin' like a hoe, actin' like a hoe
See the word on the street's you're
Just a groupie on a world tour
Now I found out from myself you're
Girl you need to check yourself

[Verse 4 - Young Noble]
When I first met her, I told her I was busy all the time now she
Callin' me flippin' like she miss me all the time
How she don't even trip, she got a man at home
You need to stop chasin' dick, bitch and raise your son
I'm like "damn we can creep sometime"
And you know I'm on the road for like weeks at a time
Girl you're thirsty and stop callin' while I'm workin'
You're hurtin' me all this bullshit is urkin' me, girl
And There U Go

[Verse 5 - Big Syke]
I blame it on your mama, she need to holla at you
Or should I blame it on yo' daddy for all the things that you do
Cause There U go just like hoe caught in the streets
Like givin' your number out to every toller Typ you meet
I'm tired of the games you playin', so stop playin'
You hear what I'm sayin' you only good for parlayin'
I'm layin' down the rules, it's a game that you lose
So the streets can have you baby, cause I stay on the move

[Chorus]
There U, There U Go - actin' like a hoe
There U, There U Go - actin' like a hoe
There U, There U Go - actin' like a hoe
Actin' like a hoe, actin' like a hoe
See the word on the street's you're
Just a groupie on a world tour
Now I found out from myself you're
Girl you need to check yourself

[Outro - 2Pac]
There U Go, baby girl
That's the story
There U mother****in' Go
I could have sworn you told me yo was gonna change and you don't wanna go to clubs no more
And you weren't fin to dress all crazy no more
And you were gonna stay at home and try chill
What happend to that?
Oh, now it's your friend who wanna go out
That wasn't you... you was just goin' out cause of your friend
So you was pissy drunk up in that toller Typ car cause your friend wanted to get drunk
There U Go baby
It's all good
Oh, I ain't trippin on them niggas callin' the house
It's all good, cause There U Go
Me, I'ma still be a player, all day baby
So.. uumm, There U Go
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[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac feat. Outlawz
Album: Better Dayz
Song: They Don't Give a **** About Us
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
Y'all ain't never just tripped and pictured
And just looked at the whole situation cause when you look at it
You know... once you really do... They Don't Give a **** About Us
They Don't Give a **** About Us
They Don't Give a **** About Us
They Don't Give a **** About Us

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a **** about us
But when I start to rise, a hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a **** about us

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Some say niggaz is hard headed cause we love to trip
Equipped with game so we bang with this thuggin' shit
I see you tryin' to hide, hopin' that nobody don't notice
You must always remember you still a member of the hopeless
See ya black like me, so you snap like me
When these devils try to plot, trap our young black seeds
Look it, cops are crooked as the toller Typ they chasin'
Lookin' for role models, our father figures is bases
Some say they expect illuminati, take my body to sleep
Niggaz at a party with they shotties, just as rowdy as me
Before I fear computer chips, I gotta deal wit brothers flippin'
I don't see no devils bleedin', only black blood drippin'
We can change, What'cha now say?
I'm watchin' niggaz work their lives out without pay
Whatever it takes, to switch places wit the bustas on top
I'm bustin' shots make the world stop, they don't give a **** about us

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a **** about us
But when I start to rise, a hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a **** about us

If I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a **** about us
But when I start to rise, a hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a **** about us

[Verse 2 - EDI]
It's the mornin' after and now all the laughter is gone
Time to reflect on what you did, cause they sayin' you wrong
I'm sure you had your reasons, dogg, I don't doubt you
See the simple fact of the matter is they don't give a **** about you
All those five mouths your forced to feed
Not includin' yourself, all you want is wealth proceed with this greed
So as you loaded up that mac and continue to bust
The mob was on paper, thinkin' they don't give a **** about us

[Verse 3 - 2Pac]
I'm seein' it clearer, hatin' the picture in the mirror
They claim me inferior, so why the **** these devils fear ya
I watchin' my nation dyin', genocide and cause
Expect a blood bath, the aftermath is y'alls
I told ya last album, we need help cause we dyin'
Give us a chance, help us advance cause we tryin'
Ignored my whole plead, watchin' us in disgust
And then they beg when my guns bust, they don't give a **** about us

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a **** about us
But when I start to rise, a hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a **** about us

If I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a **** about us
But when I start to rise, a hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a **** about us

[Verse 4 - Kastro]
Now all the homies got love for me, down to catch a slug for me
Guaranteed to bleed deeply, now that's love
Shit, nobody else could give a **** if I'm towed down
From the floor down, six feet deep, in the cut
What the **** done went wrong, how long will I be mourned
when I'm gone, same song, ain't gave a **** all along
Now who am I to blame em, just do or die through the rainin'
Since they don't give a ****, I don't feel what I'm sayin'

[Verse 5 - Kadafi]
Now thug niggaz die but multiply in doubles
Wrapped in plastic, or closed caskets for our troubles
Present times we busted like bubbles
With the police this nation's beast sent here to run you
Now look at what this crooked world has come to
I grew up on the other side of perfect, a life of hurtin'
Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin' certain
So I spent your time in poor and workin'
I see no reason so I stay ballin' season to season
Why you still thinkin' they give a ****

[Verse 6 - Napoleon]
You tell me that my world is in peace but toller Typ you're lyin'
Cause half of my niggaz long gone, buried in the dirt just for tryin'
Sometime I think my block is dyin' and that is awful
To wake up to another day, shit ain't change that's awful
I wake up sweatin', dreamin', coughin'
Seein' me upside down, backwards head twisted, while I'm layin' in the coffin'
The shit comes around so often, so tell me somethin'
Before I take it out on the world, and get to dumpin'
toller Typ I'll be soulful if they ain't go through the struggle
I'm doin' the same thing you did at my age and that's hustlin'
On the edge of straight bustin'
Well since you don't give a ****, I'd be frontin'
I'ma drink my Hennessey like it ain't nuttin'

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
They Don't gives a **** about us
But now I'm kickin' rhymes, kick it to they children's minds
Now they give a **** about us

They wanna see us die, they kick us everytime we try
Cause they don't give a **** about us
So while I'm gettin' high, I'm watchin' as the world goes by
Cause they don't give a **** about us

If I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
They Don't gives a **** about us
But now I'm kickin' rhymes, kick it to they children's minds
Now they give a **** about us

They wanna see us die, they kick us everytime we try
Cause they don't give a **** about us
So while I'm gettin' high, I'm watchin' as the world goes by
Cause they don't give a **** about us

Rise, rise
They Don't Give a...
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[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac feat. Outlawz
Album: Better Dayz
Song: This Life I Lead
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
In this mother****in' life I lead
Shit... hell of mother****in' road blocks and crooked cops
We still ridin though
Westside

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
I want money in large amounts, my garage full of cars that bounce
Movin' my tapes in major way cause every dollar counts
Bustas is jealous and half these niggaz is punks
They runnin' off at the mouth until I fill it up with my pump
They jump, my automatic keep 'em weary, why you frontin' like you Billy-Bad-Ass?
toller Typ you scary, I been knowin' you for years, we was high school peers
In junior high, I was itchin' to kill and you was ready to die
While you bullshittin' niggaz was dyin' and catchin' cases
Bustin' my automatics at mother****ers at foreign places
Leave 'em no trace, they see my face and they buried
Them bitches die in a hurry, still I ride I'm never worried
Mister Machiavelli tell me to ride and I'ma ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd and mother****ers die
It's not the way I wanna live, my toller Typ, it's the way it is
Homie got into a fight, last night they killed his kids

[Chorus - 2Pac]
In This Life I Lead
Fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G'z make my enemies bleed
When you see me toller Typ, holla my set and watch em ride
Outlaw mother****ers till we die
In This Life I Lead

Fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G'z make my enemies bleed
When you see me toller Typ, holla my set and watch em ride
Outlaw mother****ers till we die
In This Life I Lead

[Verse 2 - Young Noble]
I ain't a killer put don't push me, dogg
For the family, I'll send that ass straight to God
In This Life I Lead I seen the most of my 23 years
My vision is blurried, the money is clear
Some of my peers eternally will sleep in a coffin'
And when Nob' on the road I'm extremely cautious
It happened that fast, split second, you're gone
At the top of my tombestone put "Noble is raw"
Outlaw till I'm under the floor
For Kadafi Tha Prince I stack dough like a clock on the bricks
With a watch on my wrist, dogg
I know the time these days, we Outlawz, we gonna die this way
We already in the history books, 'Pac made sure of that whatever you took, we takin' it back
Know it's all for the foundation, Outlawz we still buildin' the thug nation
Holla at your homie

[Chorus - 2Pac]
In This Life I Lead
Fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G'z make my enemies bleed
When you see me toller Typ, holla my set and watch em ride
Outlaw mother****ers till we die
In This Life I Lead

Fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G'z make my enemies bleed
When you see me toller Typ, holla my set and watch em ride
Outlaw mother****ers till we die
In This Life I Lead

[Verse 3 - Napolean]
It ain't nothin' but air in between us, Oxygen is gettin' hot
Got a problem with fag ass toller Typ kick rocks
Now _zensiert_ on the phone and a toller Typ talkin' crazy
I don't know who to blame, him or _zensiert_ for killin' babies
I'm a New Jerz devil, the street created rebel
Only got one shot to produce on every level
This is Maximus, go to the max I must
toller Typ I came from not much, so money I clutch
Ahah, Napolean with the strength of a strong arm
When they think they whistle and ride I prove em movin' wrong
I'm a hardcore product of the ghetto
Been blessed, fo' sho' to eat from out the ghetto
I manouver in the right lane, quick to push back brains
Switchin' to the left lane, I play with my hands
And I'm plottin' on the fortune, it's gettin' hot and scorchin'
I'm thinkin' like a scorpion that torturin' an enemy

[Chorus - 2Pac]
In This Life I Lead
Fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G'z make my enemies bleed
When you see me toller Typ, holla my set and watch em ride
Outlaw mother****ers till we die
In This Life I Lead

Fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G'z make my enemies bleed
When you see me toller Typ, holla my set and watch em ride
Outlaw mother****ers till we die
In This Life I Lead

[Verse 4 - Kastro]
Now with this outlaw lifestyle that I been introduced to
Money and hoes keep us closer to Luzifer
Steady seducin' us and I'm all for it
This the life for me and the law can't spoil it
So you can call it what the **** you want
But I'm a ballin' alcoholic with a sawed-off pump
My mama ain't raised no punk and neither did 'Pac
So what it jump off, I breathe for Yak'
Been puttin' in work, so I walk with a bop
And it ain't safe at home so I sleep with a glock
Thug livin', huh, what the **** would be better
I do my dirt with the family so we dyin' together

[Verse 5 - EDI]
We on a mission for mo' gangsta shit on you hoes
We ain't ****in' with you, most just crookd and niggaz about they flow
Tryin' to live godzilla
Edi went from a bad boy- to a anybody killer
Look out, wanted man, guns in hand
Stand firm, nuts and my pride now let's burn
Bound and profound, goin' down swingin'
Holdin' my ground and we the last ones breathin'
No stoppin' till we eatin', deep in the trenches
So many killins, it's senseless
So In This Life I Lead I stay protected
My God, my squad, and this thing in my palm
Now all my hustelin' mother****ers, get your money
Sing along

[Chorus - 2Pac]
In This Life I Lead
Fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G'z make my enemies bleed
When you see me toller Typ, holla my set and watch em ride
Outlaw mother****ers till we die
In This Life I Lead

Fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G'z make my enemies bleed
When you see me toller Typ, holla my set and watch em ride
Outlaw mother****ers till we die
In This Life I Lead

[Outro - 2Pac]
This mother****in' life I lead, toller Typ
You know what time it is
Westside, Death Row (Dogg Pound, Death Row)
Anybody killer
Bad Boy Killer (Thug Life), SoSo Def Killer, anybody killer
**** all y'all niggaz if it ain't westside toller Typ it ain't 'Pac
That's on my mama
____________________________________________________

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac feat. Nas
Album: Better Dayz
Song: Thugz Mansion (Arcoustic)
Transcribed by: thaq@2pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong, that's just for us
Niggaz ain't got to get all dressed up and be hollywood
You know what I mean?
Where do niggaz go when we gonna die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug toller Typ, that's why we go to Thug Mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G, at Thug Mansion...

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
A place to spend my quiet nights
Time to unwind, so much pressure in this life of mine
I cry at times, I once contemplated suicide
And would've tried but when I held that nine all I could see was my mama's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles, I survived
Prayin' hard for Better Dayz, promised to hold on
My and my doggz ain't have a choice but to roll on
We found a final spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace and even know we Gz
We still vizualise places that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eyes see this place that players go and past
And got a spot for us all, so we can ball at Thugz Mansion

[Chorus - J. Phoenix]
Every coner, every city
There's a place for us to live easy
Little hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Everyone thug will be alright
Nothing but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a thug mansion

[Verse 2 - Nas]
A place where death doesn't reside
Just thugs who collide, not a start beef but to spark trees
No cops rollin' by, no policemen
No homicide, no chalk in the streets, no reason for nobody's mama to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her
This whole year has been crazy, ask the holy spirit to save me
Only difference from me and Ossie Davis' gray hair maybe
Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin'
I'm just 20 some more years I done lost my mother
When I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur
Cause like Ann Jones, she raised the ghetto king in a war
And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more
Cause one day we'll all be together, sippin' heavenly champagne
Where angels soar with golden rings in Thugz Mansion

[Chorus - J. Phoeni]
Every coner, every city
There's a place for us to live easy
Little hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Everyone thug will be alright
Nothing but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a thug mansion

[Verse 3 - 2Pac]
Dear mama don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night
It had me shook, drinkin' peppermints schnapps with Jackie Willson and Sam Cook
Then some lady named Billy Holliday sang, sittin' there and kickin' it with Malcom till the day came
Little LaTasha sure grown, tell a lady in the liquor store that she has forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
Where Mile Davis cuttin' loose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on
They in heaven found peace that lasted
Picture a place that they excist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God what I'm askin'
Remember this face, save me a place, in Thugz Mansion

[Chorus - J. Phoeni]
Every coner, every city
There's a place for us to live easy
Little hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Everyone thug will be alright
Nothing but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a thug mansion
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac
Album: Better Dayz
Song: Thugz Mansion
Transcribed by: thaq@2pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong, that's just for us
Niggaz ain't got to get all dressed up and be hollywood
You know wha' I mean?
Where do niggaz go when we gonna die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug toller Typ, that's why we go to Thug Mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G, at Thug Mansion...

[Verse 1]
A place to spend my quiet nights
Time to unwind, so much pressure in this life of mine
I cry at times, I once contemplated suicide
And would've tried but when I held that nine all I could see was my mama's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles, I survived
Prayin' hard for Better Dayz, promised to hold on
My and my doggz ain't have a choice but to roll on
We found a final spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace and even know we Gz
We still vizualise places that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eyes see this place that players go and past
And got a spot for us all, so we can ball at Thugz Mansion

[Chorus - Anthony Hamilton]
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Chillin' with homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise in the sky
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Only place that's right for me
Chromed out Mansion in paradise in the sky

[Verse 2]
Will I surive all the fights in the darkness
Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is get departed
I shed tattoo tears and couldn't sleep good for multiple years
Witness peers catch gunshots, nobody cares
Seen the politicians ban us, they rather see us locked in chains
Please explain why they can't stand us
Is there a way for me to change?
Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain
I need a place to rest my head with the little bit of homeboys that remain, cause all the rest dead
Is there a spot for us to roll, if you'll find it
I be right behind ya, show me and I'll go
How can I be peaceful?
I'm comin' from the bottom, watch my daddy scream "peace" while the other man shot him
I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape the deadly place of slangin' drugs
In Thugz Mansion

[Chorus - Anthony Hamilton]
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Chillin' with homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise in the sky
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Only place that's right for me
Chromed out Mansion in paradise in the sky

[Verse 3]
Dear mama don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night
It had me shook, drinkin' peppermints schnapps with Jackie Willson and Sam Cook
Then some lady named Billy Holliday sang, sittin' there and kickin' it with Malcom till the day came
Little LaTasha sure grown, tell a lady in the liquor store that she has forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
Where Mile Davis cuttin' loose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on
They in heaven found peace that lasted
Picture a place that they excist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God what I'm askin'
Remember this face, save me a place, in Thugz Mansion

[Chorus - Anthony Hamilton 2x]
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Chillin' with homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise in the sky
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Only place that's right for me
Chromed out Mansion in paradise in the sky

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac
Album: Better Dayz
Song: U Can Call
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Verse 1]
Dear Baby you're the picture of perfection
Straight from your million dollar smile to my attraction, to your complextion
No hesitation needed
You got me inhalin the aroma of your perfume and feelin' heated
I move closer to drop the lines of my introduction
Hold out my hand, grab yo' hand, now we touchin'
My lyrics are poetry, so baby get addicted to go with me
Thugged out, so you know it's me
It's a positive attraction, see pictures of us layin' butt naked on the beach
Kickin' back, relaxin'
And only you can calm the savage beast
Look in my eyes, is you surprised that it's me?
I wanna make you mine
I'm kissin' on you, tryin' to make it different every time
I'm so lonely in my bedroom, lookin' at the walls
With your number in my hands, wonder if I should even call her tonight

[Chorus - Jazze Pha]
Everytime you like
Baby U Can Call me
You need a thug up in your life
Never find nobody like me
Cause I know what I want
And girl you know I got you
You got what I need
And shortie it's all on you

[Verse 2]
Been gettin' nuttin' but bad news ever since the day you left me
I sit and wonder is there a way you could forget me
Remember my phone calls, my late visits
Us havin' breakfast in bed, then we straigh kick it
Me and you in satin sheets, till after two
Come take a walk on the wild side enjoy the view
Whenever we collide it's bound to be a pleasureable time makin' love till the early light
Sweetheart don't fight the feelin'
Come get a shot of this player, dealin' and concentrate on the ceilin'
It's my intention to brush up
Beware of the fireworks cause everytime we touch
It's bound to be, so re-lax clown with me
As if you're down with me, get around and see
The brother with tattoos and no fears runnin' my fingers through your hair
If U Call

[Chorus - Jazze Pha]
Everytime you like
Baby U Can Call me
You need a thug up in your life
Never find nobody like me
Cause I know what I want
And girl you know I got you
You got what I need
And shortie it's all on you

[Verse 3]
Pardon me, but let's be specific
Baby cause if you down with me, toller Typ we can kick it
And let's take trips and ride airplanes
A hundred thousand dollar car on them gold thangs, so can you hang?
Cause we can be real tight, I got a big suite at the hote' if you feel right
My only wish is to be with you
You got me steady strivin' to get cha, fantasizin' of family pictures
The pressure's gettin' major
I wonder will you answer my call if I page cha
Got me goin' wild with anticipation
Face to face with us locked up in strange places, what will it take
Cause the heartache'll get heartbreak
This is my prediction when you falsify and start fake
In my position I'm a careful man, but a player when I ball
Got my eyes on you baby can I call?

[Chorus - Jazze Pha] 2x
Everytime you like
Baby U Can Call me
You need a thug up in your life
Never find nobody like me
Cause I know what I want
And girl you know I got you
You got what I need
And shortie it's all on you
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac feat. Kastro & Young Noble
Album: Better Dayz
Song: What'Cha Gonna Do
Typed by: thaq@2pacsworld.de

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
And I...
I started out dumb, sprung off a hoodrat
Listen to the radio, wishin' that I could rap
But nothin' changed, I was stuck in the game
Cause everybody in the industry was ****in' me, man
Listen, I got a scheme, break away, do my own thang
Drop some conversation, sit back and let the phone rang
Niggaz ain't wanna see my rise, 97 watch me cut these mother****ers down to size
And if I catch another case, Lord knows how they hate me
Got a player in the court room, please don't let 'em frame me
I been dealt a lot of bad cards, livin' as a thug
Got my blessin', don't stressin' in this land with no love
Maybe if they see my rollin'
Look at all this green I'm holdin'
I guess that's why the envious'll get their eye swollen
Hopin' the heavenly father love a husteler
Meet the hardest toller Typ on the earth that ever bust a nut
My homies tell me "have a heart" - **** they feelins
I been tryin' since we started, we cold hearted
Niggaz in masks, that'll blast at the task force
Empty out my clips, time to mash, they ass fall
Me Makaveli, I'm a mother****er
We break bread now we thug brothers
Haha, niggaz talk a lot of nonsense (shit), I choose to ignored
A war, they ain't ready for

[Chorus 2Pac (Young Noble)] 4x
Now what'cha gonna do, when we come for you {my niggaz come for you?}
(What'cha gonna do!?)

[Verse 2 - Kastro & ||Young Noble||]
Mine nine is thug law, my mind on my grind
Outlawz is my heart, they shine when I shine
My rhyme is my grind, my team be on role
Proceed with the onslaught, indeed they all talk
They all marks and this a Outlaw holocaust
When I got the sawed off
Niggaz gettin' halved off
Yea, toller Typ beware and stand clear
This toller Typ's scared
Man, I don't really care
I've been lost loved ||loved||
My heart need a hug ||hug||
My bite leave blood ||blood||
And I fight with a grudge
The life of a thug toller Typ might need gloves
But you will never know what the price on your mug
And fight strips snug right around your hands
Niggas sure you can never grab the mic again
Dogg you ****in' with a grown man
And I can't afford to loose, where we from niggas told to do
So what'cha ya wan' do?

[Chorus 2Pac (Young Noble)] 4x
Now what'cha gonna do, when we come for you {my niggaz come for you?}
(What'cha gonna do!?)

[Verse 3 - 2Pac]
Watch me clown, give me love and when I'm high
I'm a Outlaw, baby I be thuggin' till I die
In my drop top double R, life as a rap star
Hustle like a crack fiend, till they catch me
Go ask somebody to your show, watch niggaz out the sight
With my nightscope cookin' with dope
Got my toller Typ 25 to life, stressed out
Tryin' to have all the better things in life
When Makaveli, a born leader 10 millimeter
Changing niggaz future like a shizophrenic palm reader
Heed, from out the bible I read
See the meek shall inherit the earth and the strong will lead
Hittin' weed like it's alright
I'm in the studio makin' music all night
My enemies cry whenever I rise, they hate it to the death
Tryin' to peep me out the last breath
What'cha Gonna Do?

[Chorus 2Pac (Young Noble)] 6x
Now what'cha gonna do, when we come for you {my niggaz come for you?}
(What'cha gonna do!?)

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac
Album: Better Dayz
Song: When We Ride On Our Enemies
Transcribed by: thaq@2pacsworld.de

[Intro]
Fugees... Fugees and Mob Deep tryin' to diss now too, huh?
Well, I ain't prejudice, I don't give a ****
This is how it sounds like... when we ride on our enemies
Biatch, when we ride on our enemies

[Verse 1]
Heeey, got some static with some niggaz on the other side of town
Let my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now
What they want from us mother****in' thug niggaz
Used to love niggaz, now I plug niggaz, it's slug niggaz
Am I wrong, niggaz makin' songs - tryin' to get with us
Plus we gone off the stress, we - in the west we trust
To their chest I bust, then we ride till the sun come
Shinin' back to brighten up the sky, how many die
Heard the Fugees was tryin' to do me
Look bitch I cut your fate this ain't no mother****in' movie
Then, we watch the other two die slow
Castrated, entertainin' at the mother****in' slideshow
Bands at my planet mo'
Time to exterminate my fo's, I can't stand you hoes, huh
Now label this my ****in' trick shot
My lyrics runnin' all you cowards outta Hip-Hop
When We Ride On Our Enemies

[Chorus]
When We Ride On Our Enemies
I bet you mother****ers die when we ride on our enemies
When We Ride On Our Enemies
Bet all you mother****ers die when we ride on our enemies

[Verse 2]
Come take a journey through my mind's eye
You crossed the game, don't explain toller Typ - time to die
Say goodbye, watch my eyes when I pull the trigga
So right before you die, you pry before a bigger toller Typ
Now dry your eyes
You was heartless on your hits
Niggaz love to scream peace after they started some shit
Pay attention here's a word to those that robbed me
I murder you and then I run a train on Mobb Deep, don't **** with me
toller Typ you bearly livin', don't you got sickle cell?
See me have a sezure on stage, you ain't feelin' well, hell
How many niggaz wanna be involved?
See I was only talkin' to Biggie, but I'll kill all of y'all
Then ball!
Then tell the rat to keep her mouth close
**** around and get tossed up by the ****in' Outlawz!
Before I leave make sure everybody heard
Know I meant every mother****in' word
When We Ride on Our Enemies!

[Chorus]
When We Ride on Our Enemies!
Make sure everybody die when we ride on our enemies
When We Ride On Our Enemies
I make sure everybody die when we ride on our enemies
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rtist: 2Pac feat. Kadafi
Album: Better Dayz
Song: Who Do U Believe In
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
Let us pray... let us pray...

Heavenly father
Heal a toller Typ down here
Before I go to sleep
Tell me... Who Do U Believe In?
Who Do U Believe In?

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
I see mothers in black cryin', brothers in packs dyin'
Plus everbody's high, too doped up to ask why
Watchin' our own downfall, witness the end
It's like we don't believe in God cause we livin' in sin
I asked my homie on the block why he strapped, he laughed
Pointed his pistol at the cop car passed and blasted
It's just another murder, nobody mourns no more
My tear drops gettin' bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin' for
Is it the miniature caskets, little babies
Victims of a stray from drug dealers gone crazy
Maybe it's just the drugs, visions of how the block was
Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us
Perhaps the underlyin' fact stay high, explain genocide
It's when we ride on our own kind
What is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror
We can't escape fate, the end is gettin' nearer

[Chorus - 2Pac] 2x
Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in god
Blessed and still breathin'
And even though it's hard
Thats who I believe in
Before I'm leavin'
The mask and the grievin'
Who do you believe in?

[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
Can't close my eyes cuz all I see is terror
I hate the man in the mirror cuz his reflection makes the pain turn realer
Times of armageddon, murder in mass amounts
In this society where only gettin' the cash counts
I started out as a beginner
Entered the criminal lifestyle, became a sinner
I make my money and vacate, evade prison
Went from the chosen one to the outcast, unforgiven
And all the hennessey and weed can't hide
The pain I feel inside, you know it's like I'm livin' just to die
I fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin' if I'm worthy
Livin' life thinkin' no man can hurt me
So I'm askin', before I lay me down to sleep
Before you judge me look at all the shit you did to me
My misery, I rose up from the slums
Made it out the flames, in my search for fame will I change?
And I'm askin'

[Chorus - 2Pac] 2x
Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in god
Blessed and still breathin'
And even though it's hard
Thats who I believe in
Before I'm leavin'
The mask and the grievin'
Who do you believe in?

[Verse 3 - Kadafi]
Faith in Allah, believe in me and it's plastic
Cause so far I done witnessed to many dead niggaz in caskets
With they chest plates stretched like elastic
And what's worse I'm on front line, holdin' down camps still mashin'
Heard my cousin, one of the old heads from the block
Just came home October of '95 back in Yardsville stuck with a three to five if he don't act up
Now he realize if you don't stay wise, then in this game you ****ed
Talked to my baby girl, give me the word on what she heard
One of the grimmies is snitchin', deamond a stool pigeon
I talked to him he said he didn't, my man said he did
In fact he sure cause he just came home off bail

[Chorus - 2Pac with female singer] till the end
Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in god
Blessed and still breathin'
And even though it's hard
Thats who I believe in
Before I'm leavin'
The mask and the grievin'
Who do you believe in?

[Outro]
Who Do U Believe In?
Is it Buddah, Jahwe or Jah, or Allah
Is it Jesus, is it God or is it just yourself
Definitely not to be imposed with bein' a demon
Because this is the joy of the believing
Man to believe in yourselves
But for sure the higher power decides only to ride in the heart of the true
From the soul of the man, for truth never has an alibi
In the poetry or in it's realm
That's what pulls all words together
Just to understand that every man is his own man
And only man can satisfy the man
Only the soul of the man
The feelings of the man, forth realness of the man
You can't shake the man when you feel the man, you know the man
And you gotta call yourself because you are that man

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac
Album: Resurrection Soundtrack
Song: Ghost
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro]
The only way for me to come back
Is like Machiavelli
That's true
All these mother****ers stole from me
I'm taking back what's mine

Haha, you mother****ers can't stop me
Even if I die, I'm gonna be a ****in' problem
Do you believe in Ghosts, mother****er?
Real live black... Ghosts
Feel me

[Verse 1]
Some say I'm crazy, these punk ass cops can't fade me
Mama tried to raise me but had too many babies
Poppa was a mother****in' chump, used to find dope in his coat
And nearly choked when he tell me not to smoke
Damn, don't get me started
My momma smoked so god-damn much
When she was pregnent, I am suprised I ain't retarted
At night I can't sleep, count sheeps
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 toller Typ'z lullaby
On the corner where the niggaz slang their crack
And the undercovers jack, those that don't watch they back
I day-dream about the dope war
Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl
My Mossberg goes *boom* comes another plug
Snatchin' drugs, pumpin' slugs in these other thugs
Don't run outta breath, every step could be death till you blast
And be the last toller Typ left
Then I be Ghost

[Chorus] 2x
Don't cry just ask why
And try not to die as I take you through a ghetto, toller Typ'z lullaby

[Verse 2]
A seven deuce fulla niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin' the second time they rolled by
Recognize the place, the faces look familar
Everybody's swear they know the toller Typ that's gonna kill ya
Don't murder me, murder me!
Kill a toller Typ 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, mother****er, die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why
But I let off everything I had
An empty clip, hit the ground as a toller Typ dash
On my ass was the mother****in' cops now
Bearly breathin', tryin' to keep from gettin' shot down
Boo-Yoaw! is the sound bullet whisps by
Still runnin' like a toller Typ got nine lives
Don't know why but I'm runnin' to my ****in' block
Took a shot, tired of runnin' from the niggaz and the cops
Time to be a Ghost!

ARRRRRRRRRRRGH!
And there will be Ghosts

[Chorus] 2x
Don't cry just ask why
And try not to die as I take you through a ghetto, toller Typ'z lullaby

AHAHAHAHHAHAHAA
YEAHYEAHYEAAAH YEAYEAAHYEAAAH
**** THE POLICE, toller Typ! HAHAHA
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Artist: 2Pac feat. Outlawz & Eminem
Album: Resurrection Soundtrack
Song: One Day at a Time
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Sometimes it's hard
To wake up in the mornin'
Mind fulla demons, I don't wanna hear 'em anymore
Got my heartbroken, find
So many babies screamin' cause they seein' destruction 'fore they see a human being
So they start smokin' weed
Will never get our day, until we learn to pray
Keep my families in shape, cause they all broke and why
Do ghetto birds die, before we learn to fly
Somebody else's child toatin' gun's smokin' and we
Can all make a change so I'm told but I haven't seen a change unfold
I keep hopin' please, if you prefer to breathe
Communities in need, our people that believe 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, away the tragedy so I stay sucker free
Only a few chosen rise
My ghetto queens, rise, don't be afraid to try
Too many of us died 'fore they daughter open wise
My brothers, be wise
Stay focused on the prize
Though everybody dies, we been...

[Verse 2 - Eminem]
We can only learn and take
Our anger and our hate
Control our mental states, settle down and then set this straight
Maybe we can learn to take
A second to pump our brakes 'fore we said it, regret it later and let it escalate
Cause by then it's just too late
There's so much we can take
And it's only somewhat someone can swallow and tolerate
To the point that he just breakes, snappes and that's all it takes
You think that we was learnin' from other rappers mistakes, but we ain't
It's a grain to go against
With every artist comes an image he potrays and a picture that he paints
But in the midst of all this anger and this angst
Never once did you heard me say "I'm a gangster" and I ain't hear no complaints
But I know that I'll always continue to grow
Long as I lead an never follow no-one else's shadow
There will never be another me
And that I can guarantee that's why the **** I remain sucker free to this day
The game will never be the same
No matter how much fame and success they attain
There'll 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, in your minds we will never die
We are forever alive and we continue growin'
One Day At a Time

[Verse 3 - Young Noble]
Don't be caught in the publicity and caught in the hype
Rappers are regular people, minus money and life
Searchin' for fortune and fame and super-stardom
All the jewelery, all the cars, whose crew's the hardest
Not a hip hop police - surveillants is watchin'
And the kids thinks the beef - is they only option
Outlawz born filthy, guilty as charged
My memories of Kadaf', my Makaveli lives on
You think the industry is fun, ain't no pity with guns
And when you money is up, that's when your enemies come
So if he died and came back, would he try to save rap
We needin' a change, the drama remains the same

[Verse 4 - Kastro]
I spent my whole life (yeah) fightin' myself
That I can win, so I'm invitin' some help
And every now and then - I take rights and no lefts
I'm still just like a kid, lookin' for stripes on my belt
Yeah, that there is a fight in itself
So I just prayin' and hope God send a light to myself
No matter how much I try (stay alive) I'ma die a man
Still standin' in the love of my pride

[Verse 5 - Edi]
Frevolours beef, we passed that
I'm tryin' to keep some income come on in and collect on my ass cap
The rappers in the game ain't changed
And I finally realized that we're not in the same game
The hatin' will never end, so I guess I will deal with it
Them 45'er cop killers, yes I'm still with it
The streets is military, you gotta be a soldier
Gotta stay leery and keep your eyes on the rollers
They do what they gotta do, to shackll and hold us
So we gotta do what we gotta do to keep growin'
I'm on way of the time, keep the faith in your mind
And we continue growin'
One Day at a Time
Damn!

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac feat. The Notorious B.I.G.
Album: Resurrection Soundtrack
Song: Runnin' (Dying to Live)
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Chorus]
You know I wonder if they laugh when I am dead
Why am I fightin' to live if I'm just livin' to fight?
Why am I tryin' to see when there ain't nothin' in sight?
Why am I tryin' to give when no-one gives me a try?
Why am I dyin' to live if I'm just livin' to die?

[Verse 1 - The Notorious B.I.G.]
Check it!
I grew up the ****in' screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and ****in' blew up
Choppin' rocks overnight
The toller Typ Biggie Smalls tryin' to turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin'
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of teflon
Runnin' from the police picture that, toller Typ I'm too fat
I **** around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back - it don't phase me
When he's dropped, take his glock and I'm Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make - mother****er!

[Chorus]
You know I wonder if they laugh when I am dead
Why am I fightin' to live if I'm just livin' to fight?
Why am I tryin' to see when there ain't nothin' in sight?
Why am I tryin' to give when no-one gives me a try?
Why am I dyin' to live if I'm just livin' to die?

[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
It's on me
But still I'm havin'...
Memories of high speed when the cops crash
As I laugh, pushin' the gas while my glocks blast
We was young and we was dumb but we had heart
In the dark, will we survived through the bad paths?
Many dreams is what I had and plenty wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
Envious bitches, they still continue to persue me
A couple of movies now the whole world's tryin' to screw me
Even the cops've tried to sue me, so what can I do
But stay true, sippin' 22s and brew
And now media is tryin' to test me
Got the press askin' questions, tryin' to stress me
Misery is all I see, that's my mind state
My history with the police has shaked the crime rate
My main man had two strikes slipped, got arrested and flipped
He screamed "Thug Life" and emptied the clip
Gots tired of runnin' from the police

[Chorus]
You know I wonder if they laugh when I am dead
Why am I fightin' to live if I'm just livin' to fight?
Why am I tryin' to see when there ain't nothin' in sight?
Why am I tryin' to give when no-one gives me a try?
Why am I dyin' to live if I'm just livin' to die?
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Artist: 2Pac feat. 50 Cent
Album: Resurrection Soundtrack
Song: The Realist Killaz
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro]
Yo Red Spyder - oh wee
Is that 50 Cent Pac joint ready?
Let me know, holla

[Intro - 2Pac]
Gonna be some stuff you gonna see
That's gonna make it hard to smile in the future

[Intro - 50 Cent]
Yeah toller Typ, haha, let's go, toller Typ
This is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald - then you wanna cut your head bald (you pussy toller Typ!)
Tupac wear a bandana - you wanna wear a bandana
Tupac put a cross on his back - you wanna put crosses on yo' back
toller Typ you ain't Tupac!
This is Tupac!

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Is it money and women, the funny beginnings, tragic endings
I can make a million and still not get enough of spendin'
Is it my life is based on sinnin', I'm hell-bound
Rather be buried than be worried livin' held down
My game plan to be trained and
Military mind of a thug lord, sittin' in the cemetary cryin'
I been lost since my adolescence callin' for Jesus
Ballin' as a youngster, wonderin' if he sees us
Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes
Livin' in jail, this is hell, enemies die
Wonderin' when we all pass, is anybody listenin'?
Got my hands on my semi shotty, everybody snitchin'
Please God, can you understand me? Bless my family
Guide us all before we fall into insanity
I'm makin' a point to make my beat bumpin' raw like
Drop some shit to have these stupid bitch's drawers tight

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Till Makaveli returns it's All Eyez On Me
And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be
You should've listend, I told you not to **** with me
Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
Now since you cryin' for mercy, I promise
My success will be the death of you
Loan behold your soul you sold toller Typ, there's nothin' left of you
Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you
If you don't know who you are, how could your dreams come true
Mother****er, I sit back and watch
You pretended to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hot, but you not (naw!)
I see it so clear, you can't take the pressure
You pussy, I warned you not to push me
You see me with chills run up the spine
God made men the same war but your heart ain't like mine, impressed
They look at me like I'm a menace, I was playin' with guns
While your momma had you punk ass playin' tennis
I'm your nightmare you see me when you dream
Wake up, turn on your TV and see my ass again
You cowardly hearted, you couldn't make it on your on
**** The Source, I'm on the cover of Rolling Stones (You pussy!) hahahaha

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Till Makaveli returns it's All Eyez On Me
And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be
You should've listend, I told you not to **** with me
Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see

G-G-G-G G-Unit!

Till Makaveli returns it's All Eyez On Me
And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be
You should've listend, I told you not to **** with me
Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see

WOW!
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[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac
Album: Loyal To The Game
Song: A Crooked toller Typ Too Raphael Saaqid Remix
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
Yo 'Pac yo - I heard you got beat up by the police, got a big fat law suit and everything
Niggaz just wanna know if you still gon' be on some crooked ass sh...

[Verse 1 - 2Pac (Raphael Saadiq)]
Please tell me what's a toller Typ to do
And it's true, ain't nothin' new so I do what I can to get through
Now first they got me trapped and now pissed
A loaded AK-47 layin' on my hips, so don't trip
One mother****er from the Underground
And Big Stretch buckin' niggaz if they **** around
Yo, why I got beef with police
Ain't that a bitch, them mother****ers gotta beef with me
They make it hard for me to sleep
I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are three feet deep
I guess it's hard for you to see
But know I'm pointin' the finger at the police instead of mother****ers blamin' me
I got the right to bare a pistol
And when them punk mother****ers get to trippin' I got shit too
And maybe then you'll see the truth [hell yeah]
But until then I gotta do what I do (Y'all gon' stop ****in' with me)
And Stay A Crooked toller Typ Too

[Chorus - Raphael Saadiq (2Pac)]
I gotta do what I'm gon' do
I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say
I'm gon' live how I live
I bet you want a toller Typ to live (I'm a Crooked toller Typ Too)

I'm gon' do what I do
I'm gon' say what I say
I'm gon' live how I live
I do you want a toller Typ to live

[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
Chino you really can't say that to blame niggaz
**** bein' tame, set up flame, time to aim triggers
2Pac is sparklin' revolution, **** the constitution
I want my bucks for restitution
This time you got a bigger problem
Time to wake the niggaz from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem
And we ain't shootin' at each other (**** no!)
That's the mother****in' brother, so they do run for cover
And other bitches from the Klan
Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and
I don't drink St. Ides (**** that!)
Guinine draft, ganja, ganja, and my ****in' tech nine
They know they're scared to see us sober (arrgh)
Stop drinkin' King Cobra and niggaz'll take the world over
It's all up to you, blame the korean, blame the jew
I'll be A Crooked toller Typ Too

[Chorus - Raphael Saadiq]
I gotta do what I'm gon' do
I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say
I'm gon' live how I live
I bet you want a toller Typ to live

I'm gon' do what I do
I'm gon' say what I say
I'm gon' live how I live
I do you want a toller Typ to live

[Verse 3 - 2Pac (Raphael Saadiq)]
Ayyo, why me?
Play like Jasmine Guy and "Try Me"
I be damned if I die, come look at the weight of my eyes G
They got my homies in the jail cell
And it's the rebel in the devil and one of us goin' to hell
I got the whole place covered with loc'd out brothers
And nothin' but love for each other
So mother****er make a motion
I give a ****, slice you up and throw your ass in the ocean
Temperature's dropped
See it's cool to shot a toller Typ but they hate it when we pop the cops
That's when they gettin' petro
You better watch your step or you'll be left on death row
But I learned to look ahead of me
Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy
We blowin' up presence and uhh
You can't **** with a crew, A Crooked toller Typ Too (Y'all gon' stop ****in' with me)

[Chorus - Raphael Saadiq]
I gotta do what I'm gon' do
I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say
I'm gon' live how I live
I bet you want a toller Typ to live

I'm gon' do what I do
I'm gon' say what I say
I'm gon' live how I live
I do you want a toller Typ to live

[Outro - Raphael Saadiq (2Pac)]
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia (I'm a Crooked toller Typ Too)
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia (I'm a Crooked.. Crooked toller Typ Too)
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
Y'all gon' stop ****in' with me

[Chorus - Raphael Saadiq]
I gotta do what I'm gon' do
I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say
I'm gon' live how I live
I bet you want a toller Typ to live

I'm gon' do what I do
I'm gon' say what I say
I'm gon' live how I live
I do you want a toller Typ to live

I gotta do what I'm gon' do
I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say
I'm gon' live how I live
I bet you want a toller Typ to live

I'm gon' do what I do
I'm gon' say what I say
I'm gon' live how I live
I do you want a toller Typ to live
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Artist: 2Pac
Album: Loyal To The Game
Song: A Crooked toller Typ Too
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
(Yeah toller Typ)
Yo 'Pac yo (that's right, hahaha)
I heard you got beat up by the police, got a big fat law suit and everything
Niggaz just wanna know if you still gon' be on some crooked ass toller Typ shit

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Please tell me what's a toller Typ to do
And it's true, ain't nothin' new so I do what I can to get through
Now first they got me trapped, and now pissed
A loaded AK-47 layin' on my hips, so don't trip
One mother****er from the Underground
And Big Stretch buckin' niggaz if they **** around
Yo, why I got beef with police
Ain't that a bitch, them mother****ers gotta beef with me
They make it hard for me to sleep
I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are three feet deep
I guess it's hard for you to see
But know I'm pointin' the finger at the police instead of mother****ers blamin' me
I got the right to bare a pistol
And when them punk mother****ers 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 toller Typ Too

[Chorus - 2Pac]
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do - and Stay a Crooked toller Typ Too
And maybe then you'll see the truth
But until then I gotta do what I do - and Stay a Crooked toller Typ Too

It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do - and Stay a Crooked toller Typ Too
And maybe then you'll see the truth
Uh, you can't **** with the crew, a Crooked toller Typ Too

[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
Chino you really can't say that to blame niggaz
**** being tame, set up flame, time to aim triggers
2Pac is sparklin' revolution, **** the constitution
I want my bucks for restitution
This time you got a bigger problem
Time to wake the niggaz from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem
And we ain't shootin' at each other (**** no!)
That's the mother****in' brother, so they do run for cover
And other bitches from the Klan
Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and
I don't drink St. Ides (**** that!)
Guinine draft, ganja, ganja, and my ****in' tech nine
They know they're scared to see us sober (arrgh)
Cobra and niggaz'll take the world over
It's all up to you (up to you), blame the korean, b________ (**** that!)
Or be A Crooked toller Typ Too

[Chorus - 2Pac]
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do - and Stay a Crooked toller Typ Too
And maybe then you'll see the truth
But until then I gotta do what I do - and Stay a Crooked toller Typ Too

It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do - and Stay a Crooked toller Typ Too
And maybe then you'll see the truth
Uh, you can't **** with the crew, a Crooked toller Typ Too

[Verse 3 - 2Pac]
Why me?
Play like Jasmine Guy and "Try Me"
I be damned if I die, come look at the weight of my eyes G
They got my homies in the jail cell
And it's the rebel in the devil and one of us goin' to hell
I got the whole place covered with loc'd out brothers
And nothin' but love for each other
So mother****er make a motion
I give a ****, slice you up and throw your ass in the ocean
Temperature's dropped
See it's cool to shoot a toller Typ but they hate it when we pop the cops
That's when they gettin' petro
You better watch your step or you'll be left on death row
But I learned to look ahead of me
Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy
We blowin' up presence and uhh
You can't **** with a crew, A Crooked toller Typ Too

[Chorus - 2Pac]
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do - and Stay a Crooked toller Typ Too
And maybe then you'll see the truth
But until then I gotta do what I do - and Stay a Crooked toller Typ Too

It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do - and Stay a Crooked toller Typ Too
And maybe then you'll see the truth
Uh, you can't **** with the crew, a Crooked toller Typ Too

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac feat. Kastro, Young Noble & Eminem
Album: Loyal To The Game
Song: Black Cotton
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
Black Cotton, Black Cotton
Black Cotton
The symbol for unrewarded struggle

My Ghetto Gospel tale
Ghetto Gospel that is
Listen
Rotten Black Cotton in God's eyes
Speak!

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Black Cotton, steady stresses, Smith & Wessons count my blessins
Class in assassin but worst question is the first question
Why do we work like slaves, sweatin' blades 'to an early grave
Never got paid, but still we slaves in the 9-tre
Answer that, then answer this too
Love's gonna get you, you know it's true, life's a bitch, true
You best to back track and try to act black and live
Not to be phony and positive, but why being negative?
What's the matter G black cat got ya tongue fat
Track got ya sprung now you're hung, do you feel me
Dum dum diddy it'sa 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 seein' bodies on the streets, deceased
Lookin' through my highschool yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the years to'
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

[Chorus - Eminem]
Nobody don't care
No matter how I hard I try, look towards the sky, not as God's prophet
Nobody don't care
Seems like my dreams are drowned in the screams, no-one answers my questions
Nobody don't care
Feels like I'm destined and why do I stress, it's like I'm bein' tested
Nobody don't care
Seems like my prayers, vanished in thin air, please answer my questions
Nobody don't care

[Verse 2 - Kastro]
In the belly of the beast some bubblin' up
Runnin' outta luck, 'bout to self destruct
Old head sayin' "live ya life like such
It shorter catch cha with cha one day, boy"
I wouldn't listen to him
The power movement was cool, but it ain't fixed nothin'
So I just go on what I know, I don't trust none
Look what the 80s did, to us baby kids
And now we're grown up, nobody ain't want us here

[Verse 3 - Young Noble]
Black Cotton, I'm plottin' on what they owe me
I'm workin' without a profit
They jacklin' all my homies, I'm hurtin'
But keep the mobbin' is irkin' and we ain't stoppin' as curtains
You tried to rise up and certainly we survived as Outlaw Ridahz
But still a war for us struggler
If the law lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' up
Runnin' up, gun cocked, black mask and gloves
If you ain't got a piety mind and blood
No love, waitin' for my 40 acres and a blunt to blaze
Bibical times, good hearts with military minds
So Black Cotton - I'm hoppin' over enemy lines
So Black Cotton - I ain't stoppin' till they givin' me mine
Black Cotton!

[Chorus - Eminem] 2x
Nobody don't care
No matter how I hard I try, look towards the sky, not as God's prophet
Nobody don't care
Seems like my dreams are drowned in the screams, no-one answers my questions
Nobody don't care
Feels like I'm destined and why do I stress, it's like I'm bein' tested
Nobody don't care
Seems like my prayers, vanished in thin air, please answer my questions
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac
Album: Loyal To The Game
Song: Don't You Trust Me
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
I ain't got time for this, man - I'm out

[Chorus - Dido (2Pac)]
You should stop for a while
You'll 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 rushin' around
Do you have a little time to have a little time for me

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
As soon as I leave the house you wanna page me
See you got me trapped, I'm goin' crazy, this is a slavery
You act like it's outrageous, give me space it will get better
Any maybe we will argue and be through with all these smarmy letters
Soon as I come home it's like I get third degree
"Where you been and who you with?" I get no room to breathe
It makes me wanna leave
I'm sick of these tricks up your sleeves
Your suspicious side to see 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 strict of yo'
Let me live my life and you can live yours
Just be there to help me and support is what you're here for
Not to give me stress and add up pressure
Home is where I go to rest, now 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 - Dido (2Pac)]
You should stop for a while
You'll find me standing by (Don't You Trust Me)
Over here at the side of your own life (not that I don't trust you)
You spend all your hours just rushin' around
Do you have a little time to have a little time for me

[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
Callin' up my house then hangin' 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 separate paths
We had a lot of laughs but the good things come to pass
Let's make it an even break, don't make it scandalous
Try and be mature, I'm pretty sure that we can handle this
You 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 unlikely
I wanna hold you tightly but instead you wanna fight me
So why I let her stress and aggravate me?
Instead I rather break hope you don't hate me
You tell me that you love me but you're lyin'
Fightin' back the urge of startin' cryin'
I wipe away the tears, come and hug me
I love you like you love me, girl
But Don't You Trust Me?

[Chorus - Dido (2Pac)]
You should stop for a while
You'll find me standing by (Don't You Trust Me)
Over here at the side of your own life (not that I don't trust you)
You spend all your hours just rushin' around
Do you have a little time to have a little time for me

[Verse 3 - 2Pac]
I hang up the phone, I can't bear to hear you yellin' at me
Maybe we should end it, neither one of us is happy
You know that I'm emotional, you milk me
Comin' over cryin' just to get me feelin' guilty
You and me were meant to be and yet
You always wanted to sweat and how much closer can we get
Just let me pack my things and I'll be out here
This time I'm breakin' out, you let your mouth overcrowd me
I can't take the beefin' and the griefin'
I can't no room to sleep, I hope it ceases 'cause I'm leavin'
Maybe next time you'll be a little more sure
And I can hear ya more when you're mature
But baby until then I gotta leave ya
It's not that I don't need ya, but see ya
And I hope you understand why it busted
Not because we rushed it (hell naw!)
Don't You Trust Me?

[Chorus - Dido (2Pac)]
You should stop for a while
You'll find me standing by (Don't You Trust Me)
Over here at the side of your own life (not that I don't trust you)
You spend all your hours just rushin' around
Do you have a little time to have a little time for me

(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)

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac
Album: Loyal To The Game
Song: Ghetto Gospel
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
Hit 'em with a little Ghetto Gospel

[Chorus - Elton John (2Pac)]
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

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
If I could recollect before my hood days I sit and reminisce
Thinkin' of bliss of the good days
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em
They tested the stress that they under
And nowadays things changed
Everyone's ashamed of the youth 'cause the truth look strange
And for me it's reverse
We left them a world that's cursed and it hurts
'cause any day they'll push the button
And all come in like Malcom X and Bobby Hutton died for nothin'
Don't it make you get teary, the world looks dreary
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 ain't about black and white 'cause we're human
I hope we see the light before it's ruined
My Ghetto Gospel

[Chorus - Elton John (2Pac)]
Those who wish to follow me (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

[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
Tell me do you see that old lady, ain't it said?
Livin' out of bags but she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Yet she's givin' birth to her baby
I don't trip and let it fade me
From outta the fryin' pen we drop into another form of slavery
Even now I ain't gettin' discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back will I still keep the courage?
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles
I made mistakes but learned from every one
And when it's said and done
I bet this brother be a better one
If I upset you don't stress, never forget
That God isn'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 - 'cause I choose to puff a blunt
And drink a beer with my homies?
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets
My Ghetto Gospel

[Chorus - Elton John (2Pac)]
Those who wish to follow me (yeah 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

[Outro - 2Pac]
Lord can You hear me speak?
They paid the price of bein' hell-bound
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac feat. Obie Trice
Album: Loyal To The Game
Song: Hennessey
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac (Obie Trice)]
(haha, yeah)
toller Typ **** that gin & juice, I'm ****in' with Hennessey
Hennessey
Just pour me a glass
Hennessey, the dark shit - that's right
(and pour me some of that too, baby)

[Chorus 2Pac & (Obie Trice)]
They wanna know who's my role model - It's in the brown bottle
(Yo what's our mother****in' motto toller Typ?) - Hennessey
They wanna know who's my role model - It's in the brown bottle
(You know our mother****in' motto) - Hennessey

[Intro - 2Pac (Obie Trice)]
Y'all niggaz can't **** with this ol' thug shit
Hennessey
(That's what you sippin' on, now what's your name toller Typ?)
Big ballin' ass toller Typ named 'Pac

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Now I was born in the gutter facin' life for death
I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath
These mother****es wanna see me die, so who am I
To tryin' to warn, I'ma buck and bomb on them niggaz fry
Hey, remember me, down that Hennessey
The toller Typ you don't wanna see, let me proceed
My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me
Now that it's poppin' ain't no love, bitch
I maintain in the game, in the gutter's where I still kick it
I'm tryin' to hustle up a mill ticket
I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dyin' days
Ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' paid, so toller Typ blaze
'cause we some mother****in' fools
Walkin' through the streets wearin' jewels, breakin' niggaz, fakin' moves
Even the cops can't stop us
My enemies flip when they see me drink a fifth of that Hennessey

[Chorus 2Pac & (Obie Trice)]
They wanna know who's my role model - It's in the brown bottle
(Yo what's our mother****in' motto toller Typ?) - Hennessey
They wanna know who's my role model - It's in the brown bottle
(You know our mother****in' motto) - Hennessey

[Bridge - 2Pac (Obie Trice)]
Y'all niggaz can't **** with this ol' thug shit
Hennessey
(That's what I'm sippin' on, now let me tell 'em who I be)
Big ballin' ass toller Typ named Trice

[Verse 2 - Obie Trice & (2Pac)]
Now I was born in Detroit on the side is west
Trouble child comin' up I had to ride I guess
Tried to apply myself when niggaz was ballin'
My momma couldn't tell me shit, the streets was callin'
I was often involved with niggaz breakin' the law
I look back 'Pac, toller Typ we was bankin' off raw
P-Funk got it bumpin', he had the connects
Through the sac' to his lil' niggaz workin' the set
And if you got it, you gettin' wet, toller Typ bet on that
Don't come around her' on that floss shit
Detroit niggaz oh shit (robbin' niggaz in the doorways) that's right
(With my fo'fo that's the sure way)
And this your raw days, All Eyez On Me, we was looney I suppose you (could die homie)
Obe' Trice always rep' this block
Pass the Hen' and that ice, I'm on a track with 'Pac toller Typ

[Chorus 2Pac & (Obie Trice)]
They wanna know who's my role model - It's in the brown bottle
(Yo what's the mother****in' motto toller Typ?) - Hennessey
They wanna know who's my role model - It's in the brown bottle
(You know our mother****in' motto) - Hennessey

[Outro - 2Pac]
Y'all niggaz can't **** with this ol' thug shit
Hennessey

[Obie Trice]
Yeah
Hey 'Pac, Pac
toller Typ Detroit love you boy
We put it down out here, I mean
You know, me, my family, my friends
We'll ride for you always
2Pacalypse Now into infinity, boy
Forever
Shady Records, Afeni Shakur
Whatup?
Yeah
Obie Trice
Pour Out a Little Liquor toller Typ

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac feat. Edi & Sleepy Brown
Album: Loyal To The Game
Song: Hennessey Red Spyda Remix
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
toller Typ **** that Gin & Juice, I'm ****in' with Hennessey
(just pour me a glass)
toller Typ - Hennessey, the dark shit (that's right)

[Chorus - 2Pac & (Sleepy Brown)]
They wanna know who's my role model - It's in the brown bottle
(whoo, wah-ba-ba-ba ba-da)
Hennessey (Hennessey)
hahahaha, yeah

They wanna know who's my role model - It's in the brown bottle
(whoo, wah-ba-ba-ba ba-da)
Hennessey (Hennessey)

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Now I was born in the gutter facin' life for death
I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath
These mother****es wanna see me die, so who am I
To tryin' to warn, I'ma buck and bomb on them niggaz fry
Hey, remember me, down that Hennessey
The toller Typ you don't wanna see, let me proceed
My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me
Now that it's poppin' ain't no love, bitch
I maintain in the game, in the gutter's where I still kick it
I'm tryin' to hustle up a mill ticket
I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dyin' days
Ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' paid, so toller Typ blaze
'cause we some mother****in' fools
Walkin' through the streets wearin' jewels, breakin' niggaz, fakin' moves
Even the cops can't stop us
My enemies flip when they see me drink a fifth of that Hennessey

[Chorus - 2Pac & (Sleepy Brown)]
They wanna know who's my role model - It's in the brown bottle
(whoo, wah-ba-ba-ba ba-da)
Hennessey (Hennessey)... haha, that's right

They wanna know who's my role model - It's in the brown bottle
(whoo, wah-ba-ba-ba ba-da)
Hennessey (Hennessey)

[Verse 2 - Edi]
Up late nights, under the city lights
The Hen' got me feelin' right I'm tryin' to keep the swervin'
She's so fine and she love Henne' too
After a couple of shots she said I could do what I wanna do
We ain't sippin' champagne, we off the Hen' rock
Alcoholics back at the liquor store 'cause we can't stop
And won't stop, all night long till the break of dawn, gettin' it on
My Hennessey

[Verse 3 - Sleepy Brown]
Lady watchin' (lady watchin') as I'm glidin' by (glidin' by)
And the place is jumpin', that I can't deny (no, no ,no)
Oh I can't wait to go in, pull my glass in the sky (glass in the sky)
For the people partyin' until the morning light
Now just...

[Chorus - 2Pac & (Sleepy Brown)]
They wanna know who's my role model (keep on sippin'... and sippin')
It's in the brown bottle (and sippin')
(whoo, wah-ba-ba-ba ba-da)
Hennessey (Hennessey)

They wanna know who's my role model (keep on sippin'... and sippin')
It's in the brown bottle (and sippin')
(whoo, wah-ba-ba-ba ba-da)
Hennessey (Hennessey)

Hahahaha, y'all niggas can't **** with this ol' thug shit

They wanna know who's my role model - it's in the brown bottle
(whoo, wah-ba-ba-ba ba-da)
Hennessey (Hennessey)

They wanna know who's my role model (keep on sippin'... and sippin')
It's in the brown bottle (and sippin')
(whoo, wah-ba-ba-ba ba-da)
Hennessey (Hennessey)

(keep on sippin'... and sippin' and sippin')
(ba-ba-ba ba-da - Hennessey)
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac feat. Big Syke & DJ Quik
Album: Loyal To The Game
Song: Loyal To The Game DJ Quik Remix
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Now I've got to ask on the toller Typ's ass, tell me will the 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 penitentiary
I been movin' these thangs since the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin' G's buyin' all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killaz on my payroll and they know
When it's time to handle business, toller Typ lay low
Although I'm young I'm still comin' up
I'm gettin' paid, pullin' razors on niggaz when they runnin' up
The first to pull a strap when there is drama
Busta you ain't heard
I been slicin' mother****ers since I lost my momma
There ain't no cop that can stop me
My posse is cocked and they don't quit until they droppin' me
I'm Loyal To The Game

[Chorus - different samples]

[Verse 2 - Big Syke]
My momma say I'm crazy 'cause I'm all about the hood
I can't get my shit together but I'm all leather and wood
And the hood is all I know, patrol the circle of the block
Off the curb a toller Typ swerve serve a smoker a rock
And I'm hot like fish grease and toller Typ so is my caddy
And I'm steady catchin' static move the draft to the alley
Out in Cali niggaz rally up it's all for the soil
Mix the work with bakin' soda and get the water to boil
Oh no, can't no bustas hang
I hope you feel me man
'cause snitches, bitches and they ain't been Loyal To The Game
My niggaz feel my pain
When sunshine turn to rain
You know these busted mother****es came and ****ed the game
And it's a shame, I see the mark in their eyes
When they yellin' that he tellin' get to me, no surprise toller Typ

[Chorus - different samples]

[Verse 3 - DJ Quik]
Loyalty undeservingly never heard of me
I be the exception, epitome of adaption
The superficial surroundins, bullets fiends cockhounds
And enemies in my family extortin', schemin' and scammin' me
Unlike we strollin' I'm growin' until the diesel hit me
I'm battered and bruised
The madder havin' it choosed
Between happiness and the blues
And who be fillin' my shoes
When I done had it with crews
Ecstaticed to see me lose
But paniced when I be smooth
I'm manic but I'm no fool
Y'all rappin', I'm talkin' cool
And Columbine is not through
In Compton they shoot up schools too
Ridin' by to see whose
Who cock the shotty, they cruise to
Rock the body blood oozes through
Tell his family that duce blue
Now comin' back from them scrappin' when niggaz was packin' and he wouldn't crack into
So if you feel me, you now
When they tried to kill me, they slow
I've seen them around the corner with mirrors and creeped up on 'em

[Chorus - different samples]

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac feat. G-Unit
Album: Loyal To The Game
Song: Loyal To The Game
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
...I'm Loyal To The Game...

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Now I've got to ask on the toller Typ's ass, tell me will the 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 penitentiary
I been movin' these thangs since the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin' G's buyin' all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killaz on my payroll and they know
When it's time to handle business, toller Typ lay low
Although I'm young I'm still comin' up
I'm gettin' paid, pullin' razors on niggaz when they runnin' up
The first to pull a strap when there is drama
Busta you ain't heard
I been slicin' mother****ers since I lost my momma
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocked and they don't quit until they droppin' me
I'm Loyal To The Game

[Chorus - 50 Cent & Young Buck]
I do my thang, just make my hustle, I ain't playin'
- toller Typ I'm Loyal To The Game -
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thang
- 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 -
toller Typ get in my way and I'll blow out your brains

[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 sinkin'
Gotta close my door because the backroom stinks, see
Daddy don't work and momma don't drink
But daddy do dope and momma can't think
So look like I'ma be the man of the house
Gotta have somethin' to put in the hand when it's out
Up early in the mornin' and the first to get it
They say "if you really want it, then come on with 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 payed
I handled any beef that they set in my way
So send my to the pen' but you know I won't change
There's thug in my veins, I'm Loyal To The Game

[Chorus - 50 Cent & Young Buck]
I do my thang, just make my hustle, I ain't playin'
- toller Typ I'm Loyal To The Game -
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thang
- 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 -
toller Typ get in my way and I'll blow out your brains

[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]
It ain't my fault I came up fast and you're the name
Niggaz bring up last and all the dames get the king up ass
Ten grand on every ring I'm flashin'
Leapfrog and I'ma have to fling your ass
I'm on the block where it's scorchin' hot
If you get caught in a cross fire they have to peel you off the block
I get drough by the pickle, y'all
These broke niggaz wanna get the star
So I gon' keep the four nickle far
My lips is zipped, I'm real to the game
Bring your bitch around me, I'm spoilin' on her brain
They must slugs to boil on your frame
'cause you got rocks and they got a aluminum foil for a chain
The paint the same colors as oil in a range
I'm stingy, ain't got nothin' for you but some change
Yeah, I'm good now but the fact still remains
That the struggle that I'm from is attached to my name

[Chorus - 50 Cent & Young Buck]
I do my thang, just make my hustle, I ain't playin'
- toller Typ I'm Loyal To The Game -
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thang
- 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 -
toller Typ get in my way and I'll blow out your brains

[Outro - 2Pac]
Huh, yeah, 2Pac in this mother****er
G-Unit in the mother****in' house
Fifty... Banks... Buck...