Alle 2 pac Texte!!!!

Artist: 2Pac feat. Jadakiss
Album: Loyal To The Game
Song: N.I.G.G.A. (Never Ignorant Getting Goals Accomplished)
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro]
Niggaz..niggaz..niggaz..niggaz
Yeah, uh
Niggaz..niggaz..niggaz..niggaz

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Who's afraid of the punk police?
Niggaz run the streets, no justice, no peace
**** the law, I'd rather drawl than do time
Don't **** with mine, cross the line
My two nines go *bayo! bayo!* when I shoot 'em
Korean mothe****ers was crooked
So niggaz had to burn to loot 'em
Now the streets ain't safe enough, my niggaz
Huh, straight take his live so don't sleep
When my jeep creep up, how we hit 'em
Empty the clip, then dip and we did 'em
Lickin' off shots for LaTasha, that's proper
Love for my niggaz, but a glock for the coppers
So what the **** you wanna do now?
I packed the 9 last year, in '99 I'm packin' 2-9
And even if they pull they triggas
They can shoot one man
But nothin's gonna stop the plan of true niggaz

[Bridge - 2Pac]
(Niggaz..niggaz..niggaz..niggaz)
Yeah niggaz
You can't **** with us
(Niggaz..niggaz..niggaz..niggaz)
Yeah niggaz
'cause bein' a toller Typ means you love niggaz
(Niggaz..niggaz..niggaz..niggaz)

I was raised in this society so there's no way you can expect me to be a perfect person...

Jada
hey yo

[Verse 2 - Jadakiss]
My dimes make the fiends go to sleep, so they call 'em bed rocks
Niggaz is like photographers, all they take is headshots
Your last words'll be "damn what's all these red dots?"
Niggaz nowadays they worry me
My bars is therapy as long as you usin' 'em thoroughly
*moi* until the day that they bury me
My niggaz is stronger and tighter now than they probably'll ever be
And I'm a product of the 70s
The hood got niggaz on punishment, that's why they'll never leave
If I ain't eatin' with you I'm probably beefin' with you
With no money ain't involved, ain't no need for me speakin' with you
I know you got a gun but I'm hopin' you keep it with you
'cause unfortunately I'm one of them rappers that keep a pistol
And you know what the limle'll do
Shady, Aftermath, Ruff Ryderz, D-Block and of course Amaru
A lot of people honor you
Probably 'cause the way that you used bring the drama to
Whoever you wanted to
You're a leader when you can get a leader to follow you
But anyway life goes on
So I see you when I art in heaven like our fathers do

[Outro - 2Pac]
(Niggaz..niggaz..niggaz..niggaz)
Yeah niggaz, you can't **** with us
(Niggaz..niggaz..niggaz..niggaz)
Yeah niggaz
'cause bein' a toller Typ means you love niggaz
(Niggaz..niggaz..niggaz..niggaz)
I was raised in this society so there's no way you can expect me to be a perfect person...
And I'ma do what I'ma do
(Niggaz..niggaz..niggaz..niggaz)
toller Typ, you can't **** with us
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Artist: 2Pac
Album: Loyal To The Game
Song: Out On Bail
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
Oh I posted bail?
I'm out this mother****er?
I could go?
Oh **** y'all! Ay **** the judge, **** the mother****in' district attorney, the prosecutor
And **** you mother****ers in the juror box, **** all y'all
'cause I'm Out On mother****in' Bail y'all ain't never goin' to see me in this mother****er again
Drop that shit 'em____
Let these old punk ass bitches know how we runnin' this shit
Niggaz ain't goin' court you stank ass bitches!

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
I'm stuck in jail, the DA's tryin' to burn me
I be Out On Bail if I had a good attorney
Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up
Got a pocket full of money so they locked me up
I ain't trippin' in the county and I'm mad as ****
Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch
Everybody wanna talk cause I'm rappin', they askin' me what happend
"Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson?"
I can't sleep, they takin' polaroids
And I'm tryin' to use the phone but they makin' noise
Man, I wish I had my glock cause it's major
I'm makin' shakes out the plastic and razors
These mother****ers won't leave me alone, that's my word
'bout to turn the violation into a mother****in' murder
I'm makin' collect calls to my old bitches
Send mo' bitches and make me some mo' riches
To all the suckers on the block talkin' shit while I was locked up
Be prepared to get socked up
'cause the game is deep, and the fame is brief
And you bullshitin' bitches ain't changin' me
I came straight up out the gutta, I was saved from hell
And I'ma thug, I was raised in jail
Now I'm Out On Bail!

[Chorus] 2x
Out On Bail - Thug Life, we never fail
Thug Life niggaz - Thug Life niggaz

[Verse 2]
I'm stuck in jail - and mad as a bitch
I be Out On Bail, if it wasn't for this snitch
Runnin' wild through the streets like I'm loco
And **** the punk police and their choke holds
Got no love in my heart 'cause I'm heartless
Mobbin' after dark in the park, wanna start shit
Rippin' up the scene as a teen I was at it, hey
And sellin' products to the addicts cause they gotta have it
I was a well-known thug and I got a lot of love
Hangin' out with the O.G.'s, shootin' up the clubs
And momma told me "don't hang with the homies"
But they got me if you need me, then it's on, G
Got me sittin' in the cell, a five by seven
Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven?
Got my bitches on the outside writin' me letters
And they tell me they love me, and that shit'll get better
I don't believe 'em, cause I just got the news on the wire
"Take it how you want it, but your bitch is on fire"
I gotta be a player so I stay strong
'Cause I know that I won't be away long
And when I finally do hit the ****in' streets, I'ma handle this
A thug toller Typ gettin' scandalous
I'm On Bail!

[Chorus] 7x
Out On Bail - Thug Life, we never fail
Thug Life niggaz - Thug Life niggaz
 
Artist: 2Pac feat. Ron Isley
Album: Loyal To The Game
Song: Po toller Typ Blues
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro]
Scott.. Storch

[background singing by Ron Isley throughout the whole song]

[2Pac]
Hey

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Why just slang crack? - I had to
Why just slang crack? - 'cause I had to
Why just slang crack? - 'cause I had to
A toller Typ gotta pay the ****in' rant

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Crazy, I gotta work with what you gave me
Claimin' I'm a criminal when you the one that made me
They got me trapped in this slavery
Now I'm lost in this holocaust, headin' for my grave, G
I told Sam he could **** the war
And got a busted jaw for sayin' "**** the law"
And if you wonder why I'm mad, check the record
What's a toller Typ gotta do to get respected
Sometimes I think I'm gettin' tested
And if I don't say "yes" a toller Typ's quick to get arrested
That's the reason I stay zested
I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin' restless
Walkin' around ready to light shit up
And since my life is ****ed, some say I'm slightly nuts
Buck buck is the sound as I move up
Other niggaz pay attention when a fool busts
They make a toller Typ be a killer
I used to be a dealer but they want to see who's realer
Now them same mothe****ers wanna murder me
And I wonder if The Lord ever heard of me
I need loot, so I'm doin' what
And don't say shit until you walked in my shoes
There was no other destiny to choose
I had nothin' left to lose
So I'm singin' the toller Typ blues

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Why just slang crack? - 'cause I had to
Why just slang crack? - 'cause I had to
Why just slang crack? - 'cause I had to
A toller Typ gotta pay the ****in' rant

[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
Poppa need brand new shoes, but what the **** can a toller Typ do
My little boy gotta eat too
So why must I suck-a-fella, just to live large like Rockerfella
And did you ever start to think
I'm old enough to go to war but I ain't old enough to drink
Cops wanna hit me with the book
And you hooked on my eye don't give a **** look
Make your rules, I'ma break 'em
No matter how much you make up
You show me bacon and I'ma take 'em
So don't you ever tempt me
I'm a fool for my toller Typ and my pockets stay empty
To my brothers in the barrio
You livin' worse than the niggaz in the ghetto, so
I give a **** about your language or complexion
You got love from the niggaz in my section
You got problems with the punk-police
Don't run from the chumps, get the pump from me
We ain't free, I'll be damned if I played a trick
For a blond hair blue-eyed caucasion bitch
Down with my homeboy Rich
**** a snitch and a groupie ass bitch
And a toller Typ with the cellular phone, leave his baby at home
So he can go out and bone
And you wonder why we blazin' niggaz
'cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the niggaz
And they down to be ****-ups too
Drinkin' 40s of brew, singin' toller Typ blues

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Why just slang crack? - 'cause I had to
Why just slang crack? - 'cause I had to
Why just slang crack? - 'cause I had to
Now I'm headin' for the mother****in' pen'

Why just slang crack? - 'cause I had to
Why just slang crack? - 'cause I had to
Why just slang crack? - 'cause I had to
Now I'm headin' for the mother****in' pen'

Why just slang crack? - 'cause I had to
Why just slang crack? - 'cause I had to
Why just slang crack? - 'cause I had to
Now I'm headin' for the mother****in' pen'
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Artist: 2Pac feat. Eminem
Album: Loyal To The Game
Song: Soldier Like Me (Return of the Soulja
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
So what I'm gonna do, hopefully, is I wanna be (straight soulja)... I'm..I.. not I wanna be, I am
2Pac... 2005

Guess who's back
Guess who's back
Guess who's back

Everywhere I see... a Soulja, a Soulja
Everywhere I see... a Soulja like me
Everywhere I see... a Soulja, a Soulja
Everywhere I see... a Soulja like me
Everywhere I see... a Soulja, a Soulja
Everywhere I see... a Soulja like me
Everywhere I see... a Soulja, a Soulja
Everywhere I see... a Soulja like me

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Posse deep as I roll through the streets
Mother**** the police as we creep in our jeeps
Layin' so low you think I'm asleep
But at the slightest beef I'm robbin' niggaz to their teeth
And OPD can get the dick if they play toughie
Last time them niggaz rushed me I ain't bust
But now I'm touchin', trust me
Trust me, ain't nothin' jumpin' but these buckshots
And niggaz got enough knots, I'm poppin' at corrupt cops
Them mother****ers catch a hot one
You wanted to start a problem now you coward cops have got one
And there's no prison that can hold a mother****in' Souljah
Ready to roll and take control
So now I jack 'em while they sleepin'
Roll to the door, throw a grenade in the precinct
So peep a paniced brother's bucked out
I had to keep poppin' 'cause they wasn't stoppin' until they rubbed out
And a vest don't protect from the headwounds
We load ammunitions and them bitches will be dead soon
Smoke risin' from the barrel of my shotty
I finally got revenge now count the bodies
Twenty cops, one for every year in jail
Tryin' to keep a toller Typ down but you've failed
Before I let you take me, I told cha
**** bein' trapped, I'm a Souljah

[Chorus - Eminem]
I bet'cha that I got somethin' you ain't got
That's called courage
That don't come from no liquor bottle, it ain't scotch
It's not bourbon
I don't walk around like no G 'cause that ain't me
I'm not that person
I don't try to act like you do 'cause that ain't you
You just purportin'
You ain't...

[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
Tupac and a mad bitch
In a six-four rag on them thang that's a bad bitch
Gettin' ghost on them bitches in the town
Bustin' out the backseat, toller Typ when we clown
Homie is you down? D got the strap and she's anxious
Hurry up 'fore she spank shit
Comin' around the corner spittin' rounds
They claim homie down
Caught them sucker ass bitches outta bounce
Now tell me how that sound
A double date laced with hate, make them pray for the judgement day
Now tell me how that sound
A double date laced with hate, make them pray for the judgement day
Stinkin' beatch!

[Chorus - Eminem (2Pac)]
I bet'cha that I got somethin' you ain't got
That's called courage
That don't come from no liquor bottle, it ain't scotch
It's not bourbon
I don't walk around like no G 'cause that ain't me
I'm not that person
I don't try to act like you do 'cause that ain't you
You just purportin'
You ain't (2Pac!)

[Outro - 2Pac]
Everywhere I see... a Soulja, a Soulja
Everywhere I see... a Soulja like me
Everywhere I see... a Soulja, a Soulja
Everywhere I see... a Soulja like me
Everywhere I see... a Soulja, a Soulja
Everywhere I see... a Soulja like me
Everywhere I see... a Soulja, a Soulja
Everywhere I see... a Soulja like me
 
Artist: 2Pac
Album: Loyal To The Game
Song: Thug 4 Life
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
Thug 4 Life toller Typ
Can't you read the signs?
What you doin'?

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Mobbin' like a mother****er, stuck can you picture
Middlefinger out the window gettin' ****ed off liquor
Gettin' loaded, can't control it
toller Typ pass me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bowl sack till the holds stack
That's fo' sho', black
Be a mack and keep your dough fat
And tell me what does it take to be a G
I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key
You gotta watch your back, stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young mother****er doin' dirt
And now I'm in the rap game like the crap game, I got enemies
Can't pretend to see my friends and not my enemies
And even thug mother****ers wanna have fun
Stockin', buckin' my mother****in' magnum
What does it take to be G
Silence is a must, violence is a plus
Plus shots at my adversaries, them niggaz scary
Be prepared to be burried 'cause I be buckin' in a ****in' hurry

[Chorus - 2Pac] 3x
Thug 4 Life, high till I die
Will them stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em

[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
Game, thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin' money but you stuck on these fake bitches
And jealous mother****ers can't see
That it's the fame that cause these stupid bitches pass the pussy free
So tell me why you sweat a mother****er like me
A young toller Typ tryin' to hustle up some G's
You pussy ass playa-hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggaz
Jumpin' around at the shows
And you the first mother****er to jump
To the trunk when it's time for fun
Little trick ass punk
Thug mother****ers don't die, we get high and we multiply, mother****er
Give a holla to my niggaz in the Bay
I'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK

[Chorus - 2Pac] 6x
Thug 4 Life, high till I die
Will them stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em

Thug 4 Life, beatch!
Yeah toller Typ Thug Life, from now until for-mother****in'-ever
Havenotz in this mother****er, yeah
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Artist: 2Pac feat. Nate Dogg
Album: Loyal To The Game
Song: Thugs Get Lonely Too
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
See, it ain't easy bein' me
Life as a celebrity is less than heavenly
I got these fakes and these backstabbers chasin' me around and it's always drama
Whenever I wanna get around, momma told me long before I ever came up
Gotta be true to what you do and keep your game up
'cause thangs changed and jealousy becomes a factor
Best friends at your wife's house tryin' to mack her
I'm on tour but still they keep on knockin' at my door
And I ain't got no time to worry, I'm steady wantin' more
Everyday is a test, yes
I try hard but I'm struggelin' with every breath
I pray to God that the woman that I left at home
All alone, ain't nothin' like tryin' to bone
Over the phone, in my mind I can see her naked
I can't take it, got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it
I thought you knew

[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
I'm rollin' out on tour today - you gettin' sad 'cause I'm goin' away
Chickenheads wanna play with me - you gettin' mad 'cause you think I'ma sway
Some of 'em freaks, some of 'em fine as **** - I hear 'em scream soon as I hit the stage
Still I'll be gettin' lonely for you - I'm comin' home soon as I make this pay

[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
I call you up long distance
On the telephone, wanna tuck you in even though I can't make it home
I whisper thangs in your ear like you're near me
Wonder if you feel me, from far away but can you hear me
It seems to me that you jealous 'cause I'm hustlin' and makin' money, with the fellas
In the backstreets tryin' to track me, baby hold up
Thugz Get Lonely Too, but I'm a souljah
And there's no way I'ma stop makin' money
'cause your attitude has changed and you're actin' a little funny
Always complainin', sayin' we don't spend any time
Can't you see I got enough stress on my mind
And hangin' up like you all that
Then get mad when I tell you that I'm busy, baby call back
Leave, ain't nothin' left to say to you
Thugz Get Lonely Too

[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
I'm rollin' out on tour today - you gettin' sad 'cause I'm goin' away
Chickenheads wanna play with me - you gettin' mad 'cause you think I'ma sway
Some of 'em freaks, some of 'em fine as **** - I hear 'em scream soon as I hit the stage
Still I'll be gettin' lonely for you - I'm comin' home soon as I make this pay

[Verse 3 - 2Pac]
I sit alone in my room drinkin', without a care
Talkin' out loud to you, like you're there
Take your picture out my backpocket, man it's on
You're the first face I wanna see when I get home
Wanna love you till the sunrise, buckwild
Touchin' every wall in the house, thug style
Put ya hands on the headboard
Think of me, drippin' sweat on top of you, sick of seein'
It's in your head that I'll make you love
Just turn the lights down, reminisce and relax 'cause baby right now
I feel it in the middle of my stomach
You whisper in my ear, baby tell me how you really want it
Hold on tightly, watch the ceilin'
Scratch my backs, how you react let me know you feel me
'cause everythang I'm givin' to you, so true
And Thugz Get Lonely Too

[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
I'm rollin' out on tour today - you gettin' sad 'cause I'm goin' away
Chickenheads wanna play with me - you gettin' mad 'cause you think I'ma sway
Some of 'em freaks, some of 'em fine as **** - I hear 'em scream soon as I hit the stage
Still I'll be gettin' lonely for you - I'm comin' home soon as I make this pay

[Outro - 2Pac]
Yeah
Thug Life baby!
Steady thuggin'
Ay so you remember that next time you sweat me when I'm on the road, baby
Thugz Get Lonely Too
And I ain't gotta go through all these bullshittin' ass problems
If you wanna be real with me, be real with me
If you wanna be fake, move on to the next toller Typ
That ain't me
You know
 
Artist: 2Pac feat. Outlawz
Album: Loyal To The Game
Song: The Uppercut
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
I wanted to bring back that reality
But nobody can ever be confused and think I'm ****in' Mike Tyson
And I'm a heavyweight champion, I'm a little toller Typ
That's why it's so raw to watch me just battle lions
'cause I'm a skinny little toller Typ battling niggaz three times my size

Watch this Uppercut, here it come
Watch the jab, man
toller Typ, look out

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Let's see so many mother****ers wanna take a piece
Comin' equipped with some shit, niggaz just can't believe
I pull a trick from my sleeve, now kamakazi
I'm all over that toller Typ, come identify the body
My middlefinger to you hoe niggaz, run up on me
And I'll be forced to let it go, toller Typ
I ain't the one you wanna try, why
Stayin' high, hit the blunt and watch these mother****ers die
Who's runnin' the streets, I said at Kokane
'cause in the dope game niggaz will die 'fore they go broke, man
Another hustla makin' major cash
Until the punk police come raid your ass
Now you stretched, doin' fed time
And it's a bitch 'cause the judge gave you eight years
You doin' six and we know that you can't hang
You're a trick, roll over turned snitch like a bitch

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Now you know you should've ducked, toller Typ
I got you fallin' from a Uppercut, ****ed so what's up, toller Typ

Now you know you should've ducked, toller Typ
I got you fallin' from this Uppercut, stuck so what's up, toller Typ

[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
They got a toller Typ in the dice game
I'm feelin' lucky but the toller Typ's just a little bigger
He tryin' to **** me out my cash, I'ma blast toller Typ
He don't know, I gotta tell you like the last toller Typ
Gotta go, no need to run for the trunk, I get 'em up
Left to right, my Uppercut'll hit 'em up
I'm known to walk the streets on any block
I love my niggaz but I ain't puttin' down my glock
The gunshots rang when I lose toller Typ and uhh toller Typ
I'ma show you not to ever play a true toller Typ
Layin' down just to prove it
And **** the rappin' mother****er, we can do this

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Now you know you should've ducked, toller Typ
I got you fallin' from a Uppercut, ****ed so what's up, toller Typ

Now you know you should've ducked, toller Typ
I got you fallin' from this Uppercut, stuck so what's up, toller Typ

[Verse 3 - Edi & (Young Noble)]
They claim that we violent, (we're named after tyrants)
This revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent
(All on our enemies, meet 'em at their own game)
Molotow cocktails releasin' - up in flames
Tired of bein' stepped on (sick of bein' held back)
Lookin' through my rear view, lookin' 'bout the payback
Wanna see my kids grow, (don't know if I make it though)
One more toller Typ came up short in the ghetto
(Society lied to me so I'm strapped with the metal)
Put your middlefingers up, toller Typ if you a rebel
(Have your face down, goin' in your pockets if you let 'em)
I done lost too many homies to me ever forget 'em
(I done made so many mistakes but still I don't regret 'em)
I'm a product of the pimp, the pusher and the reverent
(I'm a product of the block, the fiends and the felons)
We all lost souls tryin' to find our way to heaven

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Now you know you should've ducked, toller Typ
I got you fallin' from a Uppercut, ****ed so what's up, toller Typ

Now you know you should've ducked, toller Typ
I got you fallin' from this Uppercut, stuck so what's up, toller Typ

[Outro - Edi]
To all the comrads that no longer with us
See you when we get there
'Pac, Yak'
We gon' keep on ridin'
Give these cowards the Uppercut
Until we get up there with y'all, you know
Thug Life, we still livin' it
Outlaw 4 Life
In the name of the Don
Let's Go
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Artist: 2Pac
Album: Loyal To The Game
Song: Who Do You Love
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
Maybe it's the Thug in me
Maybe it's the Thug in me
Maybe it's the Thug in me
Maybe it's the Thug in me, Maybe it's the Thug in me

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Ever since I was a young scrub
I was a thug on the corner with my niggaz slangin' drugs
I'm runnin' from the narcs when they pass by
Don't ask why, I'm a hustler till my ass die
Even if I do come up, I be ready when they run up, huh
I be a nut to put my gun up, huh
I never trust these hoes at all
****in' with them tramp ass sluts, you supposed to fall
Since she played you for your money but this shit was cool
Guess it's true, niggaz be bitches too
You can't see as she worked you, all up in the skirt
Now you lookin' like jerk 'cause she hurt you
Now heads up, don't be a playa-hater, just peep game
Keep your mind on your money, watch the bitch change
See hoes love thugs and thugs love loot
Handle it over mother****er 'fore I shoot
Who Do You Love?

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Maybe it's the thug in me, Maybe it's the Thug in me
Tell me Who Do You Love?
Maybe it's the thug in me, Maybe it's the Thug in me
Who Do You Love?
Maybe it's the Thug in me, Maybe it's the Thug in me
Tell Me Who Do You Love?
Maybe it's the Thug in me, Maybe it's the Thug in me

[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
I'm livin' that
Thug Life baby, steady smokin' indo, goin' crazy
Baby come and hug me when you rub me
Turn the lights down, we in the dark do you love me?
Everybody talkin' about they know me
But they ain't down like my mother****in' homies
Tell me what you need when you see me
And we can get it on, beeatch take it easy
Don't try to hold me, control me
But you can take my number baby call me when you're lonely
'cause it's a man's world, ain't no need to ask why
I'm high till I die and strapped with my 4-5
Since you can lose it in the gutter
I wonder if I die by the hands of another broke mother****er
They call me the alcoholer I'm all in
Thug 4 Life toller Typ ballin'
I'm gettin' tired of these hoes tryin' to play me
You can't fade me, all my niggaz goin' crazy
All day long I'm straight thuggin' and constantly mean-muggin'
Breakin' them bitches that be buggin'
Tell me Who Do You Love

[Chorus]
Maybe it's the thug in me, Maybe it's the Thug in me
Tell me Who Do You Love?
Maybe it's the thug in me, Maybe it's the Thug in me
Who Do You Love?
Maybe it's the Thug in me, Maybe it's the Thug in me
Tell Me Who Do You Love?
Maybe it's the Thug in me, Maybe it's the Thug in me
Who Do You Love?
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Fertig alle Texte von 2 Pac viel Spaß damit!!!!!!!:eek:
 
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