Alle 2 pac Texte!!!!

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac
Song: Ballad Of A Dead Soulja
Album: Until The End Of Time
Typed by: k21@mail.direcpc.com ; troublesome@online.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
Yeah
Ballad Of A Dead Soulja
This is the Ballad Of A Dead Soulja
This is the Ballad Of A Dead Soulja
Come hear the Ballad Of A Dead Soulja

[Verse 1]
The plan to take command of the whole family
Though underhanded to be the man, it was planned
All my roaddogz official mob figgaz love to act up
The first to bomb when we rob niggaz - I can be
Lost in my own mind
To be the boss only thought's grippin chrome nines
Niggaz get tossed up
War scars, battlefield memories
Swore I saw the devil in my empty glass of hennessey
Talkin to a toller Typ on a tight leash
Screamin **** tha police
As I ride through the night streets
Little child runnin wild
Towards danger, what's the cause
Don't be alarmed, death to all strangers
Maybe I'm a madman
A pistol grabbin toller Typ - unleash the sandman
Promise a merciless retaliation
Nothin' is colder
Close your eyes - hear the Ballad Of A Dead Soulja


[Chorus]
(singing)
Thug 4 Life I will be
('Pac)
This is the Ballad Of A Dead Soulja
(singing)
A life of crime I will lead
('Pac)
Close your eyes and hear the Ballad Of A Dead Soulja
(singing)
If you play the game, you play to win
('Pac)
This is the Ballad Of A Dead Soulja
(singing)
It's a crazy world full of sin
('Pac)
Close your eyes


[Verse 2]
Completely lost, revenge at all cost
Payback's a bitch - switch now the trick's crossed
Tossed up and never to be heard of
A single witness screamin' bloody murder, murder
Blast - tell me homie whatcha see now
A blind man and a dead body
I'm read' to leave town
And get my cash though
Hook up with Kastro
Homie had to blast on the task force
Stupid coppers tried to play us out
Never that
They took my money and my stash
Time to get 'em back - haha
Upon my secret arrival
Two glock four-fives time for survival
Death to my rivals
Tell me what you want lord
Nobody left after the death of a drug lord, haha
The situation's critical
Nothin' is colder
Than hear the Ballad Of A Dead Soulja


[Chorus]
(singing)
Thug 4 Life I will be
('Pac)
This is the Ballad Of A Dead Soulja
(singing)
A life of crime I will lead
('Pac)
Close your eyes and hear the Ballad Of A Dead Soulja
(singing)
If you play the game, you play to win
('Pac)
This is a Ballad Of A Dead Soulja
(singing)
It's a crazy world full of sin
('Pac)
c-c-c-close your eyes and hear the Ballad Of A Dead Soulja


[Verse 3]
Big coward put your hands to the moon
When my glocks rang out
The niggaz came out - boom
Who wanna see me in a challenge?
So merciless I'm terrifyin' niggaz in my ballad
Do you feel me?
Coppo a copper time
One day I'll be the don
Until then remain strong
My only fear of death is reincarnation
Bustin' at my adversaries like a mental patient
To all my niggaz facin' sixty years
Sheddin' tattoo tears, another suicidial on the peer
Takin' private planes tryin' to survive the game
For all my homies that'll never be alive again
All they promise us is death toller Typ
Take a breath - could be the last one left toller Typ
It's real now, huh
Feel it and fantasize
Ain't nothin' colder
Listen you could hear it
The Ballad Of A Dead Soulja


[Chorus]
(singing)
Thug 4 Life I will be
('Pac)
This is the Ballad Of A Dead Soulja
(singing)
The life of crime I will lead
('Pac)
c-c-c-close your eyes - hear the Ballad Of A Dead Soulja
(singing)
If you play the game, you play to win
('Pac)
This is the Ballad Of A Dead Soulja
(singing)
It's a crazy world full of sin
('Pac)
c-c-c-close your eyes and hear the Ballad Of A Dead Soulja


[Outro]
(2Pac)
This go out to Kato, Mental
All the niggaz that done passed away
(this is the Ballad of A Dead Soulja)
Mutulu
Geronimo
All the down ass ridahs
All the niggaz that put it down
All the souljas
All the niggaz that go through that day-to-day struggle
(this is the Ballad of A Dead Soulja)
All the niggaz that passed on
All the niggaz with ambition and money in they heart
All the niggaz that want some and that don't take none hahaha
(this is the Ballad of A Dead Soulja)
Police is so scared of us
Oh the feds? they aware of us
They wanna see us dead
They got pictures of a toller Typ head
(Ballad of A Dead Soulja)
Tryin' to see me in chains
Shit - them niggaz'll never breath again
Before they put me in a cell they'll see me in hell
(cause it's the Ballad of A Dead Soulja)
Got my pistols cocked
Run the whole mutha****in' block
**** the cops
The police? we run these streets, toller Typ
(they heard the Ballad of A Dead Soulja)
These niggaz can't see me
Half the world wanna be me
Multi-millionaire - shit it ain't fair
But toller Typ, you know
(it's the Ballad of A Dead Soulja)
(it's the Ballad of A Dead Soulja)

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: Big Syke
Title: Big Syke Interlude
Album: Until the End of Time
Transcribed by: jon@hitemup.com

Thug Life
Microphone Check
Outlaw
Microphone Check
Where you bitch niggaz coming from?
You don't know?
Look like you a seed, from Makaveli the Don
I can hear your style
You sound like Makaveli the Don, Tupac, my toller Typ
So much trouble in the world toller Typ
These niggas can't feel you
Thug Life
Outlaw
Forever
All you bitch niggas
The hardest toller Typ, to ever touch this microphone
Got you bitch niggas trembling and scared
I don't know if you'll catch up
But yet and still
You trying toller Typ
Keep trying toller Typ
Thug Life
Outlaw
Forever toller Typ
Eternity
Infinity
So Remember
Makaveli the Don
Cause thuglife - lives on
___________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac feat. Outlawz
Song: Breathin
Album: Until The End Of Time
Transcribed by: thaq@2Pacswordld.de


[Tupac]
Who'll be tha last mutha****a breathin'?
Tell me toller Typ
Tell me, who be the last mutha****a breathin?


[Chorus - Tupac]
Stressed, but busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last mutha****a breathin'
Bustin, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last mutha****a breathin'

Stressed, but busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last mutha****a breathin'
Bustin, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last mutha****a breathin'

[Tupac]
Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death
All 50 seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, naw toller Typ I was stressed
Had me creepin 'round corners homies sleepin in my vest
Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block
Call the cops, a thug toller Typ screamin 'Westside' bustin' double glocks
Hittin corners in my Chevy Surburban
Liquor got me drivin up on the curb, hand on the steerin wheel, swirvin'
Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell
Just let me live on these streetz cause ain't no peace for me in jail
Gettin world-wide exposure
With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a **** ridin' as my souljahz
I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer
Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa, huh
Complete my mission my competition no longer beat me
I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last mutha****a breathin'


[Chorus - Tupac]
Stressed, but busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last mutha****a breathin'
Bustin, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last mutha****a breathin


[Young Noble]
Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt
For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth
Outlawz world wide, we pack the block
Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for 'Pac
Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here
Stale down here, too many jails down here
Why you act like you don't hear me?
Young Noble, Outlaw 'till these mutha****as kill me
I'm still breathin'


[Napoleon]
Now we was raised '**** this life', I rose my right
Holdin' on a tight grip with death in my sight
And the dark is my light, I'm cynical, sleepwalkin' isn't true
Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of bitter food
Came a long way from a bored-day
Dead away where there's war play
**** friendz I'll say, rather die for my A-K
Wit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz
Only ridin my dick and the skin of my mash ass niggaz
Breathin'


[Chorus - Tupac]
Stressed, but busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last mutha****a breathin'
Bustin, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last mutha****a breathin'


[Kastro]
I walk around with a knife in my back
Talkin' bout a bad day, I live a life like that
It's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the hooligans
Catch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo I'm ruinin'
Breathin' is suicant, no one give a **** about me
I leaned to like it like that, when I was still in mommy
The side of seedy that the devil run from
In the belly of the beats, that's where the **** we come from
And still breathin'


[EDI]
And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this
Just lost 2 of my closest name one of y'all can take this
But I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain
We number 1 mutha****a 'bout to do it again
Shit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it
2 million everytime he drop I know you ****as losin' it
We movin' in for the kill, for a mill
Holdin' steel, hold the wheel
I'm bout to give these niggaz somethin' they can feel
Fakin' real, but we the raw on the cut
Style-bitin' thuglyin' niggaz give it up
We Hit 'Em Up

And we still breathin'
And we still breathin'
And we still breathin'

[Tupac]
Who'll be the last mutha****a breathin'?

[chorus - Tupac]
Stressed, but busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last mutha****a breathin'
Bustin, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last mutha****a breathin'

Stressed, but busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last mutha****a breathin'
Bustin, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last mutha****a breathin'

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac
Song: Everything They Owe
Album: Until The End Of Time
Typed By: macmar@tupacmail.net ; troublesome@online.de

[Tupac talking]
Imagine if you could go back, actually talk to the mutha****as
that put us here (ha ha ha)you know, the first mutha****az
that came into the slave shit (excuse me, excuse me, look)


[Tupac]
We back for everything you owe, no longer opressed
Cause now we overthrow those that placed us in this rotten mess
But let's agree on strategy and pick out enemies RIGHT
Who stands accused of the abuse my own kinda RIDE
Pardon, not disregardin' what you thinkin'
But you must abandon ship, cause once I rip, your whole shit is sinkin'
Supreme ideology, you claim to hold
Claimin' that we all drug-dealers with empty souls
That used to tempt me to roll, commit to violence
In the mists of an act of war, witnesses left silent
Shatter, black tylin-style, thoughts I throw
It remains in your brain, then of course it grows
Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise
Picture a life where black babies can survive pass-fire
But we must have hope, quotin' the reverend from the pope
But refuse to turn the other cheek, we must defeat the evil coprait
Lace me with words of destruction, and I'll explode
But supply me with the will to survive, and watch the world grow
This ain't 'bout talkin' 'bout problems, I bring solution
Wisdom, restitution, stipulated through the constitution
You violated, now I'm back to haunt your nights
Listen to the screams of the lives you sacrificed
And incase you don't know, ghetto-born, black seeds still grow
We comin' back for everything you owe


[chorus - Singer]
I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me
Mutha****as are runnin' and duckin'

[Tupac]
(how do you pleed Mr. Shakur ?
how do you pleed? how do I pleed? yes sir,
how do you pleed? you know how I pleed,
come on !!!)

[chorus - Singer]
I'm a crazy toller Typ on a mission, with a bad mentality
All my missles, guns, gernades, pull out the penn, free
I'm comin', comin'

[Tupac]
Not guilty on the grounds of insanity, it was him or me
Bustin' at my innocent family, say they lookin' for keys
I was home alone, blind to the Prelude
Bustin', talkin' bout "where is the quelos", "what you say fool !?!?"
"Where in the hell is the search warrant !?!?" no feedback is what he uttered
Before he screamed "toller Typ-mutha****a"
Dropped me to my knees, I proceed to bleed
Sufferin' a rain of blows to my hands and knees
Will I survive? as God watchin'
I grab his gat and bust in self defense, my only option
God-damn...
Now they got me goin' to the county jail
And my family can't pay this outrageous bail
Try to offer me a deal, they told me if I squeal
Move me and my people to a mansion in Brazil
Not me ! so this is how it ends, no friends
I'll be stressed, and they just re-posess my Benz
Told the judge it was self-defense, but he won't listen
So I'm bumpin' in some federal prision
Givin' everything I owe


[chorus - Singer]
I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me
Mutha****as are runnin' and duckin'
I'm a crazy toller Typ on a mission, with a bad mentality
All my missles, guns, gernades, pull out the penn, free
I'm comin'

I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me
Mutha****as are runnin' and duckin'
I'm a crazy toller Typ on a mission, with a bad mentality
All my missles, guns, gernades, pull out the penn, free
I'm comin', comin', comin'

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac
Song: **** Friendz
Album: Until The End Of Time

[Intro]
oh, who hoo hoo
live from the crazy house
you heard that shit toller Typ
live from the crazy house
yo that toller Typ be crazy as hell

(hey yo, what you doing with that big ass toller Typ anyway ?)
my ghetto love song
(set it off, set it off)
lets be friends

mixed together:
(where my niggaz at, where my niggaz, where my niggaz, where my niggaz, where my niggaz at)
(where my real niggaz at, all my real niggaz, throw you mother ****ing hands up)
(c'mon, lets go, lets go, lets go, lets see you throw you hands in the air, throw em, throw em, throw em)
(west side in this mother ****er right here, west side)
(throw you hands in the air, let me see you just throw you hands in the air)


[Verse 1]
Approach you and post a minute (yeah)
Arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass bye winkin
My eye, freshly scented
What's the happs baby? (what's up?)
Come get with me and perhaps lady
You can help me multiply my stacks baby (ha ha ha get money baby)
Currency seem small I need companionship (hey)
Through with that scandalous shit
I bet your man ain't shit (ain't shit)
So why you hesitating?
Actin like your shit don't stink
Check out my diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)
This be a thug thang, outlaw toller Typ with riches
Cream dreamin mother ****er, on a mash for bitches (bitch)
Check my resume, sippin on crystalle and allazay
Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way (Westside!)
Don't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth
I can't stand no sneaker wearin' nappy-haired bitch
Let my pedigree breed briefly, the sole chief
Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called comp, who the man?
While I'm thuggin on your made bitch head (westside!)
Understand this, ain't no toller Typ like me
**** Jay-Z, he broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all)
Baby let's be friends


[Chorus]
(singing)
let's be frien-n-n-nds
(Pac)
where my niggaz at? come on
(singing)
you ain't gotta be my man at all
long as you just break me off en-n-nds
(Pac)
all my niggaz, where my hoes at?
(singing)
why you trickin' on them other hoes?
let's be frien-n-nds
(Pac)
where all the bitches at?
where all the niggaz with money where you at baby?
(singing)
you ain't gotta be my man at all
long as you just break me off frie-n-n-nds
(Pac)
cash makin' hoes
(singing)
are you trickin' on them other hoes?
let's be


[Verse 2]
I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass got me checkin for you hardcore
Staring and watchin, me and you one on one (see that)
Picture countless options
Was it prophecy?
Clear as day, visions on top of me (oh my god)
Erotic, psychotic, would possess my body (yes, yes, yes)
Far from a crush I wanna bust your guts
And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts
You got me sweatin like a fat girl going for mine
Just a skinny toller Typ ****in like she stole my mind
Back in time I recall how she used to be
I guess money and fame made you used to me
What's up in 9-6? fine tricks in drag
**** Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass
Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen (come here baby, come here!)
Got my hands on your thighs now let me in-between
That's friends


[Chorus]
(singing)
frien-n-n-nds
(Pac)
westside in this mutha****a right here
(singing)
you ain't gotta be my man at all
long as you just break me off en-n-nds
(Pac)
westside in this mutha****a
(singing)
why you trickin' on them other hoes
let's be frien-n-nds
(Pac)
westside in this mutha****a right here
(singing)
you ain't gotta be my man at all
long as you just break me off frie-n-n-nds
(Pac)
in this mutha****a right here
(singing)
are you trickin' on them other hoes?


[Verse 3]
Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
I got her ready for a booty call, I ****ed your bitch (Ha Ha!)
Was it me or the fame?
My dick or the game?
Bet I scream 'westside' when I came (westside!)
Scream my name
Cause baby it's the licoius got a weak spot, for pretty bitches
Up and down, similar to switches
My movement, baby let your back dip into it, make it fluent
In and out, all around when a toller Typ do it
You got me high! Let me come inside!
I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
**** player hatin niggaz cause they cock block (cock block)
You probably hate to see a real thug with vision was the game
Rather see a toller Typ up in prison, why you change?
Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed
A bad seed turned good in this world of G's
Baby got me fantasizing, seeing you naked
It's a **** song check the record (so check my record)


[Outro]
(singing)
let's be frien-n-n-nds
(Pac)
where my niggaz at?
where my bitches at? throw your guns in the air
(singing)
frien-n-n-nds
(Pac)
my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on
(singing)
let's be frien-n-n-nds
(Pac)
where my niggaz at? (you ain't gotta front with me)
where my bitches at?
where my niggaz at?
(singing)
frien-n-nds
(Pac)
where my niggaz at? (I know what you want)
where my bitches at?
where my people at?
let's be
where my people at? show me where my people at
where my people at? show me where my people at
all my niggaz now, just my niggaz come
where my niggaz at, just my niggaz now
be friends
tell me where my niggaz at
be friends
tell me where my bitches at
be friends
tell me where my people at
make money take money
be friends
(singing)
frien-n-nds
(Pac)
get your cash on, let's get paid
(singing)
you ain't gotta be my man at all
long as you just break me off en-n-n-nds
(Pac)
come on, get your cash on
let's get paid
(singing)
are you trickin' on them other hoes?
let's be frien-n-nds
(Pac)
come on, get your cash on
let's get paid
(singing)
you ain't gotta be my man at all
long as you just break me off frien-n-n-nds
(Pac)
come on, get your cash on
let's get paid
(singing)
why trickin' on them other hoes
let's be frien-n-nds
(Pac)
make money, take money
make money, take money
make money, take money
make money, take money
make money, take money

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac
Song: ****in Wit the Wrong toller Typ
Album: Until The End Of Time
Typed by: Run4YourLife@tupacmail.net ; troublesome@online.de

[Intro]
haha, niggaz...
****ing with the wrong toller Typ

[Verse 1]
My seductive introduction be specific
Still a loser, but exclusives what I give you when I kick it
And I'm still lifted, niggaz can't get with Mr.Wicked
Picture me flipping, my adversaries getting a dick swiftly
Niggaz is swinging wild but they sounds miss me
You can bring that bitch but your whole click
Is still get treated shitty, business never personal
I'm up before the sun come up, I'm tired
Just a ghetto star, a droptop double R is what I'm ridin'
toller Typ if you was half the man your bitch was
Bring your artillery, when you come for me cause we sick thugs
No hesitation when I pull and blast
Cause Syke was busting
Plus Bo had em ducking screaming get they cash
So now I got the law on me, my phones tapped
So I had to send word through my lil' homies
Tell them niggaz just begin when they pull the trigger
Shit this is what you get for ****ing with the wrong toller Typ

This is what you get when your ****ing with the wrong toller Typ
Hahaha yeah toller Typ, peep

[Verse 2]
Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray
And thank the lord for giving me another fruitful day
I wanna be a peaceful man, but still when niggaz come for me
All I can see is getting em killed, for real its how I feel
Perfect my thoughts flowing on these reals
Make my enemies deal with my steel
They caps peel, we still cool, but you played yourself
Give em the mac and make em spray yourselves
Heeey, Falling legends, clutching chrome 3 5 7
Puttin' two bullets to they dome, wanted to die in heaven
While calling shots nobody realer it's clear it's me
Ain't trying to help the fedz get a case for conspiracy
Murder my foes, get disposed of, we all homies till the death
So my true niggaz show me love
God forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure
But why they ****ing with the wrong toller Typ?

You know it's like
Why you ****ing with the wrong toller Typ?

[Verse 3]
I was raised by thugs schooled by killers
Learned my mathematic skills from real drug dealers
Tried to rise but they tried me
I guess they all had to die cause we tried peace
I die in these streets, blast till they recognize
Still do or die all my niggaz getting high
Watching time fly, best strategize on a way to profit
Best organize how you ride so they can't stop it
Then keep it popping - Alot of buster wanna see me fall
I ****ed your bitch and now this new shit gonna fade em all
My niggaz ball, made a call for some backup
The little homiez and my dawgs in a black truck
Buck Buck was the sound, as their gats burst
No need for ambulance, baby bring the black hurse
Shoulda never ****ed around buster
How you figure making moves on the wrong toller Typ

This what it sounds like, bing bing bing
When you ****ing with the wrong toller Typ
Niggas gettin hit when they ****ing with the wrong toller Typ
****ing with the wrong toller Typ
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac feat. Big Syke and EDI
Song: Good Life
Album: Until the End of Time
Transcribed by: jon@hitemup.com ; troublesome@online.de


[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug
Fiendin' for wicked adventures ambitious as I was
Picture a toller Typ on the verge of living insane
I sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang
Now tell me if I'm wrong, but saying "**** the world" got ya deeper in my songs
Drinking till I hurl, spendin' money till it's gone, it's the good life
Baby niggaz got it going on
No maybe if I died and came back, wouldn't have to slang crack
Addicted to the game, so obviously we came strapped
Please forgive me for my wicked ways, **** a bitch
Bad Boy niggaz eat a dick a day bumpin' this
Lord have mercy it's a slaughter
So wicked that my tracks is wetting niggaz like it's water
I learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights
But I'm a baller now, toller Typ
I live the good life

[Chorus - Tupac]
This is the good life
**** my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz
That trust the hoes
Found a way to stack money
Guaranteed to rise
And live the good life
Cause thug niggaz don't die, see

We live the good life
**** my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz
That trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money
Guaranteed to rise
And live the good life
Cause thug niggaz don't die


[Verse 2 - Big Syke]
No one knows, what the future holds for you, haha
Listen closely
They say reach in your heart and you will find your mind
Everyday in these streets, got my foresight blind
My after time is now, peeping down the barrel of a fo'
Just a toller Typ or a killer I don't know, so
Who makes the call will I fall a victim like the rest?
Slug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I'm gone
Send me home all alone in these cold streets
The desperation, constantly drinking and I can't sleep
Make deep struggeling tryin' to survive
Some wanna die - I wanna stay alive
Eyes on the prize let me modify this whole region
I declare this sucka ducking season you need a reason
Why should I change into a softy
After living so loftily
It cost me my soul out of control in the Devil's world
Me, my niggaz and my girl
Living the good life

[Chorus - Tupac]
We live the good life
**** my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz
That trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money
Guaranteed to rise
and live the good life
Cause thug niggaz don't die

We live the good life
**** my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz
That trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money
Guaranteed to rise
and live the good life
Us thug niggaz don't die


[Verse 3 - EDI]
I spend my days and nights, not knowing if strays in flight
gon' finally catch me
It's the good life can ya hear me
Cleary, over the edge, soon as I wake up
Last night we off the hook doing way too much
But it's the fast lane on that, big dealing, big sinnin' all for the money
Some kill, some squeal all for the money
Most ain't even real but we still call 'em homies
Now what the **** is that
Fake love, fake thugs all in the game
I watch em all plot and fall, while I come up again
Outlaw never surrender is the call when hear us comin'
Better this toller Typ get to running for my click get to gunnin
Still in the mist of all this stress and pain
We're still trying to get a hold of the game
Livin' that good life

[Chorus - Tupac]
We live the good life
**** my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz
That trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money
Guaranteed to rise
and live the good life
Cause thug niggaz don't die

We live the good life
**** my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz
That trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money
Guaranteed to rise
and live the good life
Cause thug niggaz don't uh

We live the good life
**** my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz
That trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money
Guaranteed to rise
and live the good life
Cause thug niggaz don't uh

We live the good life
**** my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz
That trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money
Guaranteed to rise
and live the good life
Cause thug niggaz don't die

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac
Song: Happy Home
Album: Until the End of Time
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com

Home man.. hey.. let's turn this house into a happy home
This for all the homeboys that couldn't get they happy home
Let's turn this house into a happy home
Long as one of us got it, some of us got it
Let's turn this house into a happy home
You know how that is, stay down for mine
Outlaw.. look

[2Pac]
Now we been kickin it for quite some time
Remained beside me through my trials in this life of crime
We divorced so many times I forgot to count
I never hit you, not a coward, rather leave your house
Remember back in December when we was tight?
Sippin Alize and Cristal, whylin every night - in my bedroom!
Promised that I commit to you soon
Tongue-kissed me every time you seen me step inside a room
Straight out the hood
We promised to be good to each other, plus I love you
So I know you gon' make a good mother
Just try to understand if I change in time
it's only 'cause I never owned anything that's mine
So I'm tryin you can stay with my momma but keep the drama to a low
Never call the police, I never call you bitch or ho
We were all born hungry in this world alone
Finally moved out my mom's house and got a happy home

[Chorus]
Ha..ppy.. home..
(let's turn the house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally made it out my mom's house and got a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..

[Tupac]
Goin' through hard times, ghetto child of mine
I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes
To be honest it's a hard road
Just keep your faith in God, knowin you'll get scarred though
Look at him walkin and talkin, a lil' child with my eyes and mouth
Father watch over lil' seeds, help me guide them out
Had to change my whole lifestyle, married my baby's momma
Made her my wife now, I'm tryin hard y'all
Maybe in time I'll be a better man
Watchin the older couples, handle it like veterans
Show me the meaning of forever and together we rise
If it would help our child grow, then together we'd die
Why - question my love, it's so easy to see
Without my family all I'm left with is a shadow of me
After all the arguments, and the nights alone
Now it's time to live the good life, inside a happy home

[Chorus]
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally got to live the good life, inside a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..

[Tupac]
Happy home

[singers]
All these problems got me goin
We got a family, of our own
I just wanna happy home
(turn this house into a happy home)
No man's made to stand alone
I promise I won't do you wrong
I just want a happy home
(finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)

[Chorus]
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally got to live the good life, inside a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)

[Tupac]
Hey, haha, turn this house into a happy home
Long as one of us got it, some of us got it
Turn this house into a happy home
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac feat. Outlawz
Title: LASTONESLEFT
Album: Until the End of Time
Transcribed by: y2mj88@hotmail.com, jon@hitemup.com ; troublesome@online.de

[Tupac]
toller Typ westside

Westside in this mutha****a
Westside in this mutha****a right here
Westside in this mutha****a
Westside in this mutha****a right here
Westside in this mutha****a
Westside in this mutha****a right here
Westside in this mutha****a

[Verse 1 - Tupac]
Can't nobody stop us when were blunted up and swervin
Packed in a suburban, screamin outlaw, runnin on the curb
They never try me, cause right behind me a killer team
I get the word cut the head off a toller Typ like a guillotine
This Hennessey'll keep me calm though
Sittin in the back of the club, tradin convo
Livin like a don in my own mind
Signal Kadafi toller Typ watch me with the chrome 9
All the time drinkin champagne
Walk throught the crowd let the tramps hang
Niggas playa hate but do a damn thang
Picture me doin 80, down a one way
Stuck in the trunk caught in gunplay
So I gotta keep my eyes open gettin high
Wonder why we gotta die smokin, my alibi, I'm victory
Like them other vile men in the mark for death
Spending my nights like it's the last one left
I'm an outlaw

[Chrous - Tupac]
Am I wrong
The one to get it goin on
Last to leave
Till I see everybody's gone
I'm at the bar you can catch me
Hands full of liquor
Or puffin on the sweetest swisher
I'm the last one left

Tell me am I wrong
The one to get it goin on
Last to leave
Till I see everybody's gone
I'm at the bar you can catch me
Hands full of liquor
Or puffin on the sweetest swisher
Guess I'm the last one left

[Verse 2 - Napoleon]
I got my back against the wall
Gat chillen by my balls
Prior to war is rider a toller Typ that's only five six tall
The poli only only knows on we outlaws, **** fair
Better strap down to the fullest cause we out, yeah
Thug passion all up in me
Feelin like I drunk some henny
It ain't easy im tryin to make a dollar out of 2 pennys
War we got these rap niggas
Wanna pull their gat niggas
Only got my side
Cause they think pac died toller Typ
Blast niggas with our tech
Takin showers in our vests
'Pac come and catch break toller Typ we the last one left

[Verse 3 - Tupac]
If we woulda known the zone inside my own dome
Fresh out of jail, it was hell but I'm finally home
Lookin for niggas that was woofin that shit when I was locked back
Hands on the pump make em jump when it cocked back
**** em all they bitches inside a world of weak
Bitch niggas be afraid to speak
We the last ones left

[Chorus - Tupac]
Tell me am I wrong
The one to get it goin on
Last to leave
Till I see everybody's gone
At the bar you can catch me
Hands full of liquor
Or puffin on the sweetest swisher
Like I'm the last one left

Am I wrong
The one to get it goin on
Last to leave
Till I see everybody's gone
At the bar you can catch me
Hands full of liquor
Or puffin on the sweetest swisher
Last one left

Am I wrong
The one to get it goin on
Last to leave
Till I see everybody's gone
At the bar you can catch me
Hands full of liquor
Or puffin on the sweetest swisher
I'm the last one left

[Verse 4 - Kastro]
I eat and sleep the worst shit
Cursed from birth
Me and my team, super supreme
Puttin in work
I'm past stuck
Drunk as a ****
Till it hurt
And I'll call earl screamin **** the world
I got a bitch on the side want to be my wife
And she wanna know is she gonna see me tonight
And I know it ain't right
But it's the life I got
And that's until I see Yak
And until I see 'Pac
Young nob' I lost control somebody hold me down
And if the world was a girl I'd stick my dick in the ground
**** tha world

[Outro - Tupac]
Westside in this mutha****a right here
Westside in this mutha****a
Westside in this mutha****a right here
Westside in this mutha****a
Outlaw in this mutha****a right here
Outlawz in this mutha****a
Uh
(censored: Death Row) in this mutha****a right here
(censored: Death Row) in this mutha****a
Uh
Westside in this mutha****a right here
Westside in this mutha****a
Westside in this mutha****a right here
Westside in this mutha****a
(censored: Death Row) in this mutha****a right here
Westside in this mutha****a
Outlaw in this mutha****a right here
Westside in this mutha****a
(censored: Death Row) in this mutha****a right here
Westside in this mutha****a
(censored: Death Row) in this mutha****a right here
Westside in this mutha****a
(censored: Death Row) in this mutha****a right here
Westside in this mutha****a

In this mutha****a right here
Westside in this mutha****a

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac feat. SKG
Album: Until the End of Time
Title: Let Em Have It
Transcribed by: thaq@2pacsworld.de


[Intro - 2Pac]
Te Quiero
Te Quiero Cojer
Te Quiero Cojer
I'll let your ass have it
Te Quiero Cojer
Oh for real
Te Quiero Cojer

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Now you been acting like you want it for a long time
All up in a toller Typ face, giving me them strong vibes
Look in my eyes and you'll find peace
A Gemini so you really blow my mind freak
C'mon
I got my clothes off, hard as a toller Typ in jail
Skinny niggaz throw the dick well
Everybody get they condoms, rubber cause it's time to ****
Hurry up and put it on toller Typ time is up
What's next? Got my mind on some group sex
Where you going baby I ain't even through yet
Do it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya
In and out make it good to ya
Remember me?
I love ****ing slow with the lights low
Black, Puerto Rican, even white hoes
Felice Amor, Que Linda, Dame Veso, come to poppy
****in' till the shit is sloppy
If you really want it

[Chorus]
(If You really want it)
Get your hands up, you know it
If you really want it

If you really want it if you really want it
if you really want it if you really want it
if you really want it if you really want it (If you really want it)

yeah

Alright, all my real niggaz and my real bitches let me see you do it like this
C'Mon

Rock ya body body
Rock ya body body
Rock ya body body
Rock ya body

Rock ya body body
Rock ya body body
Rock ya body body
We came to

Rock ya body body
Rock ya body body
Rock ya body body
Rock ya body

Rock ya body body
Rock ya body body
Rock ya body body
We came to


[Verse 2 - SKG]
Daddy rock a player body 'till I tell you to stop
Hit the right spot if not leave money and kick rocks
I'm a thug ho, I need a thug toller Typ up inside me
A player that can ride me, a cat that can rob me
Make a jazzy ho like me bust a sweat
Hit it from the back, grab me by my neck, demand your respect
I'm not a on my back ho I ride the dick and hit it 'till it cold
Bust of twisted nuts ... hit 'em up
I'm a sagitarrius freak, my real hoes feel me
Legs open wide, toller Typ deep inside
I barley ride tonight's the night for you to hit it doggystyle
Lay me on my stomach while I'm countin them hundreds
Fake bitches wanna front like they don't wanna keep it real
You know you want a thug toller Typ just to see how it feel
Hoes wanna rock Gabbana, Dolce and Versace
Let me rock your body mouth on my ... call you papi


Rock ya body body, rock ya body
Rock ya body body, rock ya body

yeah, like that

Rock ya body body, rock ya body
Rock ya body body, rock ya body

do it, do it, do it, do it

Rock ya body body
Rock ya body body
Rock ya body body
Rock ya body

Rock ya body body
Rock ya body

Rock ya body

Rock ya body body
Rock ya body body
Rock ya body body

[Verse 3 - Tupac]
See
It all started simple
Turnin' to me licking your nipples
****in' you doggystyle to this instrumental
Hands up, all up inside cha
Hell, I can stand you
Eyes open I don't plan to bust, just hold on
Baby let me zone in
What do you mean, can you scream, let it go biatch
How does it feel?
Gotta toller Typ like steel in ya
To keep going on now I'm ****ing like I'm killin ya
Let's go another round
Baby is you down really
Two shots of esctasy, lick a toller Typ down silly
Your body next to me
I can touch you inside, and you'll cry
So good when a toller Typ leave, you'll die
My mama told baby be a man put it on a her
Hittin' bitches like switches coming around the corner
I wanna let me get my ride on
It's your dick baby but it's my song
If you really want it


Rock ya body body
Rock ya body
Rock ya body body
If you really want it
If you really want it

[Tupac talking]
Gots send this out to all the freaky bitches
Definitely all the Scorpios and the Geminis and the Virgos
You know I know the truth about you Scorpios and you Virgos
No doubt gotta give it to the Capricorns
They some freaks too on the down down
The Libra's, they like it even but they still like ****ing
No doubt
Aquarius's, Libra's, that said though
Leos, they some freaks
Leos is freaks, they always wanna run shit in bed
Sagittarius, Taurus, Cancers
All you freaky ****s
I'm a Zodiac ****er I do you all one at a time and all down the line
Let's get busy
___________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac feat Left Eye
Title: Let Em Have It Remix
Album: Until the End of Time
Transcribed by: jon@hitemup.com ; troublesome@online.de


[Tupac talking]
Te Quiero
Te Quiero Cojer
Te Quiero Cojer
I'll let your ass have it
Te Quiero Cojer
Oh for real
Te Quiero Cojer

[Verse 1 - Tupac]
Now you been acting like you want it for a long time
All up in a toller Typ face, giving me them strong vibes
Look in my eyes and you'll find peace
A Gemini so you really blow my mind freak
C'mon
I got my clothes off, hard as a toller Typ in jail
Skinny niggaz throw the dick well
Everybody get they condoms, rubber cause it's time to ****
Hurry up and put it on toller Typ time is up
What's next? Got my mind on some group sex
Where you going baby I ain't even through yet
Do it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya
In and out make it good to ya
Remember me?
I love ****ing slow with the lights low
Black, Puerto Rican, even white hoes
Felice Amor, Que Linda, Dame Veso, come to poppy
****in' till the shit is sloppy
If you really want it

[Chorus]
(If you really want it)
Get your ass up
If you really want it
(If you really want it)
If you really want it
I'ma really want it
If you really want it

Alright, all my real niggaz and my real bitches, let me see you do it like this
C'Mon

[Tupac & Left Eye]
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, we came to
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body..

[Left Eye]
Do you, you remember the time
when you absolutely, said never let it inside
Feel it's my duty, from gemini, to gemini
Can you imagine the trouble come bustin double, I'm much obliged
See I would love to go and take a ride
Have total leeway up and down your freeway, nothin to hide
If I was committed to suicide
I'd **** around meet you now put it down, I'd testify
Ain't nobody here to understand the reason why
It's you and I, so everything is rectified
I know you tried, you even made a toller Typ cry
But love is blind, now can you stand the test of time?
Redefine, what it means to be an open mind
Feel the climax..
I bust a round for you, painted the perfect picture
I'm down for you, the one to get witcha
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body

[Tupac]
Damn..
IF you really want it
You like that? Yeah
If you really want it

[Left Eye]
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body

[Tupac]
Don't hold back..
Yeah, yeah, I feel you

[Tupac]
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, we came to
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body..


[Verse 3 - Tupac]
See, it all started simple
Turnin' to me licking your nipples
****in' you doggy style to this instrumental
Hands up, all up inside cha
Hell, I can stand you
Eyes open
I don't plan to bust, just hold on
Baby let me zone in
What do you mean, can you scream, let it go, biatch
How does it feel?
Gotta toller Typ like steel in ya
To keep going on now I'm ****ing like I'm killing ya
Let's go another round
Baby is you down really
Two shots of esctasy
Lick a toller Typ down silly
Your body next to me
I can touch you inside, and you'll cry
So good when a toller Typ leave, you'll die
My mama told baby be a man put it on a her
Hitten bitches like switches coming around the corner
I wanna let me get my ride on
It's your dick baby but it's my song
If you really want it

[Tupac talking]
Gotta send this out to all the freaky bitches
Definitely all the Scorpio's and the Gemini's, and the Virgo's
You know I know the truth about you Scorpio's and you Virgo's
No doubt gotta give it to the Capricorns
They some freaks too on the down down
The Libra's, they like it even but they still like ****ing.
No doubt.
Aquarius's, Libra's, that said though
Leos, they some freaks
Leos is freaks, they always wanna run shit in bed
Sagittarius, Taurus, Cancers
All you freaky ****s
I'm a Zodiac ****er I do you all one at a time and all down the line
Lets get busy

[Tupac & Left Eye]
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, we came to
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body, rock your body
Rock, your body body, rock your body body
Rock, your body body..

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac
Album: Until The End Of Time
Song: Letter 2 My Unborn
Transcribed by: thaq@2pacsworld.de


[Intro - 2Pac]
To my unborn child
To my unborn, unborn child
Incase I don't make it
To my unborn child
Just remember daddy loves you
Did everything I could to make it up for you
Don't worry bout what people sayin
To my unborn
You know daddy loves you


[Verse 1]
Now ever since my birth
I've been cursed since I'm born to wild
Incase I never get to holla at my unborn child
Many things learned in prison
Blessed and still livin
Tryin to earn every penny that I'm gettin and reminiscin
To the beginnin of my mission
When I was conceived, it came to be in this position
My momma was a panther loud
Single parent, but she proud
When she witness baby boy rip a crowd
To school but I dropped out and left the house
Cause my momma say I'm good for nothin
So I'm out
Since I only got one life to live
God forgive me for my sins
Let me make it and I'll never steal again or deal again
My only friend is my misery
Wanting revenge for the agaony they did to me
See my life ain't promised but it's sure gettin better
Hope you understand my love letter
To my unborn child


[Chorus (2Pac)]
I'm writing you a letter
This is to my unborn child
(To My Unborn)
Wanna let you know I love you
(To My Unborn Child)
Love you, but you don't know I feel this way [how I feel]
(To My Unborn)
I think about you everyday
I have so much to say
(To My Unborn Child)


[Verse 2]
So complicated to escape fate
And you can never understand till we trade places
Tell the world I feel guilty to being anxious
Ain't no way in hell
That I could ever be a rapist, it's hard to face this
Cold world on a good day
When will they let the little kids in the hood play?
I got shot 5 times but I'm still breathin
Livin proof there's a God, if you need a reason
Can I believe in my own fate
Will I raise my kids in the right or the wrong way?
Dear Mamma I'ma man now
I wanna make it on my own, not a handout
Make way for a worldwind prophesize
I wanna go in peace when I gotta die
On these cold streets
Ain't no love, no mercy and no friends
Incase you never see my face again
To My Unborn Child


[Chorus (2Pac)]
I'm writing you a letter [I'm writing you a letter]
(To My Unborn Child)
This is to my unborn child
Wanna let you know I love you
(To My Unborn Child)
Love you, but you don't know I feel this way [Ohh I Love You]
(To My Unborn Child)
I think about you everyday [everyday]
I have so much to say


[Verse 3]
Dear Lord, can ya hear me?
Tell me what to say to my unborn seed
In-case I pass away
Will my child get to feel love
Or are we all just cursed to be street thugs
Cause being black hurts
And even worse if you speak first
Livin my life as an outlaw
What could be worse?
Cause maybe if I tried to change, who I'm kiddin?
I'm a thug till I die
I'm a ridah man
Touch bases
Eat lunch in plus places
Regular criminal oasis awaits us
If there's a ghetto for true thugs, I'll see you there
And I'm sorry for not being there
Just know your daddy was a soldier
Me against the world
Bless the boys and all my little girls
Tell the Lord I'm eternal
Restin in peace, please take care of all my seeds
To My Unborn Child


[Chorus]
I'm writing you a letter
This is to my unborn child [to my unborn child]
(To My Unborn Child)
Wanna let you know I love you
(Please take care of all my kids, my unborn child)
Love you, [I Love You] but you don't know I feel this way [How I feel]
(To My Unborn Child)
I think about you everyday
I have so much to say

['Pac Over Repeated Chorus]
This Letter Goes Out To
Born seeds that I might not get to see
Cause of this lifestyle
Just know your daddy loved you
Got nothing but love for you
And all I wanted was for you to have a better life than I did
Cause I was out here on a 24 hour, 365 grind
When you get to be my age, you'll understand
Just know I got love for you
And I see that there's a ghetto up in heaven
There's a ghetto heaven and I'ma be there
Ha, Take care, run wild, be smart
Follow the rules of the game
Maybe sometimes it's confusin
But the rules of the game is gonna get you through it
All day, everyday
Watch out for these snakes and fakes
First comin down to death
Be an individual, Work hard, study
Get your mind straight, trust nobody
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac
Song: Lil Homies
Album: Until The End Of Time
Transcribed by: thaq@2pacsworld.de


[Intro - 2Pac]
****in lil homiez
Everybody duckin, my ****in lil homiez
Lil homiez
Everbody duckin
My ****in' lil homiez


[Verse 1]
Please pay attention
Here's a story 'bout my lil homiez
Straight thuggin'
Little bad young mutha****a
Gotta love him
You could catch him in his G ride, clutchin' his glock
Screamin' outlaw bustin' on my enemies' block
Educated on these cold streets
Getting money makin' dummies out the police
Ain't no peace for an adolescent toller Typ too wild to be a thinker
Bud smokin' twenty-four/seven, everyday drinker
Got my diploma but I never learned shit in school
Mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder fool
Always the young niggaz gettin in shit
She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch
Bustin' on paper thin mutha****as
Drinkin gin 'fore you get to sinnin on them bustas
Emptied this clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Everybody's duckin'
My ****in' lil homiez


[Chorus]
Lil Homiez on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight
Let's get high tonight
Lil homiez on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police
Cause lil niggaz run these streets

Lil Homiez on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight
Let's get high tonight
lil homiez on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police
Cause lil niggaz run these streets


[Verse 2]
I remember
When you was just a little G, flirtin' with death
Playin' russian roulette, screamin' kill me
Hey there young toller Typ what cha smokin' on
Mad at the world cause you came from a broken home
Love to squad plus your mob is sick
A bunch of adoelscent niggaz spittin major shit
Tell me young toller Typ if you die, let me know
Would your heart feel pain
Watchin' as your mother cries
Will all your homies ride?
Or will they all get high and talk about how you (I) died?
Young niggaz on a mission to compete
Gettin G's, packin heat, bringin havoc to the ****in streets
Nobody knows why he took a four-four and unloaded on the whole front row
Try to tell him but he act like he don't know me
Pull out his pistol and show me
My lil homiez


[Chorus]
Lil Homiez on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight
Let's get high tonight
Lil homiez on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police
Cause lil niggaz run these streets

Lil Homiez on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight
Let's get high tonight
Lil homiez on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police
Cause lil niggaz run these streets


[Verse 3]
First to bomb, 16 on death row
Bustin' on them phony mutha****as cuz the big homie said so
Niggaz knew I was a nutcase, quick to blast
Living underage bullet blazed on your bitch ass
Is there a heaven for a G?
And if it is will I finally get to be at peace?
On these streets ain't no peace, shellshocked shows
Making money off a crack sale hey young black male
Unable to change cause it's a cycle
Plus nobody knows the evil that they might do
Lil Moo, Big Yak, K-Kastro
Big Malc, Hussein, call 'em Outlawz
Tellin the world to be equipped
When these young mutha****as rip shit, they don't quit
Drew down on me, pull a pound on me
Bust like he didn't know me
My ****in lil homiez


[Outro]
Lil Homiez on the ride (wassup toller Typ let's do this shit)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
Let's get high tonight (my lil homiez)
Lil homiez on the mash (lil badass mutha****in adolescent niggaz)
Runnin' from these punk police
Cause lil niggaz run these streets (my lil homiez)

Lil Homiez on the ride (what the **** you niggaz wanna do?)
Niggaz gonna die tonight (what toller Typ?)
Let's get high tonight (my ****in' lil homiez)
Lil homiez on the mash (sixteen, fifteen, thirteen)
Runnin' from these punk police
Cause lil niggaz run these streets (my ****in' lil homiez)

Lil Homiez on the ride (juvenile deliquents ready to bust on you mutha****as)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
Let's get high tonight (what the **** you niggaz wanna do toller Typ?)
Lil homiez on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police (toller Typ take your shit off)
Cause lil niggaz run these streets (lil homiez)

Lil Homiez on the ride (we robbin mutha****as toller Typ)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
Let's get high tonight (thug life, outlawz, westside)
Lil homiez on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police (you know what time it is)
Cause lil niggaz run these streets (my lil homiez)

You know what the **** you got into, toller Typ
Outlawz toller Typ
The lil homiez
Yaki Kadafi

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac feat. Fatal, Mopreme, Syke & Kadafi
Album: Until the End of Time
Song: M.O.B.
Typed by: luny@home.com ; troublesome@online.de

[Chorus - Tupac]
toller Typ 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches M.O.B.

toller Typ 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches M.O.B.

[Tupac]
Thugs known to bust on sight
God bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin that thug life
Been raised in violence homicide's my alibi
Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die
Boss players you wonder why
I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride
Bitches and niggaz in penitentary suits
I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops
As for these females, I got no time, I gotta get mine
You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime
My time is a shorty with full of contracts
While runnin with John Gottis and Scarface
Niggas knew, I'd be the Don in my own crew
A million niggaz with automatics who swarm through
You wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alert
Cause we comin' for you, and keepin' money over bitches

[Chorus - Tupac]
toller Typ 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keepin' money over bitches M.O.B. (keepin' money over bitches)

toller Typ 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keepin' money over bitches


[Fatal]
I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot 'till you drop
All you wannabe cops, you don't wanna see shots
I beef deep with the police peep what these streets do to me
Actin all new to me I creep on you like puberty
You don't wanna see the bad image of this scrimmage
From here to East Greenwich through every state with a sentence
Frozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
1 2's we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin Cristal, start thinkin 'bout Al
Bacardi coverin my body at the wink and a smile
Bag a hottie or two, cause butter shotties for you
I got more bodies than Drew, I drink monanti onu, **** your crew
This type of shit I do for a petty hobby
**** the world it's Fatal dog against everybody

[Chorus - Tupac]
M.O.B.
toller Typ 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keepin' money over bitches M.O.B.

toller Typ 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keepin' money over bitches

[Mopreme]
My shit's phenomenal, droppin like domino
Comin with the real yo and **** what you feel yo
This is not for all the freaks in short skirts
This is for my niggaz nationwide doin work, get your feelings hurt
Lose mo' faith than a composure, money and the doja
Bitches is a cobra with deadly venom
Move as smooth as I get 'em, stackin G's
My niggas crosstown got keys
Hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over bitches
(toller Typ!)

[Chorus - Tupac]
toller Typ 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keepin' money over bitches M.O.B.

toller Typ 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keepin' money over bitches

[Big Syke]
I'm hittin sixteen switches, my money over bitches
The struggle continues I'll miss you on my road to riches
I'm contribed to strive never laggin
Disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flaggin
As I get 'em up and leave 'em stuck
Pager blowin up but I don't give a ****
I'm fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin
Loc'ers and smokers engaged twenty-fo'/seven
So what can you do for me and what can I do for you
But stay true, and do the things that we do
Blinded evil-minded no option for my offspring
Reminded can't find it complications what the future brings
Losin my mind why you sweatin me all the time
I'm caught in a bind, quality time on my grind
Rather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitches
I'm 'bout my riches, money over bitches

[Chorus - Tupac]
M.O.B.
toller Typ 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keepin' money over bitches M.O.B.

toller Typ 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keepin' money over bitches

[Kadafi]
That's from the time a toller Typ close his eyes I'm hopin, I hope he awoken
Payin my own that's tokin chokin off-a glocks smokin
Money and power watch these bitches cause they skandaless
Gettin niggaz ****ed 'n stuck from Timbuk' to Los Angeles
Ain't a toller Typ ruggeder than this grimy Heine' guzzler
Cowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin ya
Me and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin in flocks
Deuce-deuce in my socks keepin a watch out for cops
Gettin kicked, I keep my mind on my riches
While uncontrolled schemes keep me choosin my money over all my bitches

[Chorus - Tupac]
M.O.B.
toller Typ 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keepin' money over bitches M.O.B.

toller Typ 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keepin' money over bitches M.O.B.

toller Typ 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keepin' money over bitches M.O.B.

toller Typ 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keepin' money over bitches

[Tupac]
That's right toller Typ
Money over mother****in bitches
MOB. on 'em toller Typ
Keep your mother****in mind on your money, **** these hoes
(Thug life baby) You don't need no mother****in bitches
You need some mother****in money
Get your mind right toller Typ, keep your game tight
Play right play by the rules and you'll get paid **** the fools
We up out of this bitch here
BIATCH!
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac
Song: My Closest Roaddogz
Album: Until the End of Time
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com

Me and my closest road dogz
To my dog named Mussolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby
The return of the mashers, you know how we do it
Hahaha!

[Tupac]
Shit half the times we flaunt cause trouble
My closest road dog it was cool cause I love you
**** what they talkin bout
Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind
Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin cases
Indeed, it was misery
Driven by my own demons, cause they was killin me
How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into the light, of the stray moon
It's gettin deeper now, let me get yo' mind right
**** yo' enemies, toller Typ grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night
Murder murder Mr. Lucifer
Pictures of the devil DUCK when he shoot at cha, it's all political
Runnin from the future, escapin in the fog
Live yo' life like a hog toller Typ, me and my closest road dogz

[Chorus: sung]
Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my road dogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz
Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?
Even when I'm goin through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin out for all mine

[Tupac]
Haha..
Bring artillery and ROLL with a toller Typ
They could never take the soul of a M.O.B. soldier toller Typ
Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em Makaveli
Boy you'se a boss player, that's what all the bitches tell me
Even if I died now
I live my life eternally and never lie down, why cry now?
Fooled a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin to hear it
Evil spirits hide at total strangers, yo' life's in danger
Prepare toller Typ be aware, cause we ain't scared
M.O.B., 'till I die, when we ride niggaz disappear
Fill 'em up with pistol smoke
Never forget to blow a hole in his head
For leakin information to the feds
The burnin bed was the tellin sign
Two hired guns bustin everyone, yellin everybody die
Why the **** they **** around, we left 'em in the fog
Bleedin like a stuck hog, me and my closest road dogz

[Chorus]
Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my road dogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz
Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?
Even when I'm goin through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin out for all mine

[Tupac]
**** they feelings, that's what they get for squealin
That's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dealin
See me in physical form, my niggaz swarm
Take the figure of a circle beatin jealous niggaz 'till they purple
Simon Says take they heads homie
And send them phony mother****ers to dwell with all their dead homies
Fishin for fake niggaz, observe and shake niggaz
The only way to see six figures, is break niggaz
Me and Mussolini set to ride we high
Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way
Labelled a Capo in the mob as big as the globe
To live and die as a millionaire, on ...
Set to explode, my M.O., is kill them hoes
My pistol's like a disease, my enemies and foes
Get murdered and disposed of, we in the fog
Makaveli the Don, and my closest road dog

[Chorus] - 2X
Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my road dogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz
Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?
Even when I'm goin through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin out for all mine

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac feat. Lil' Mo
Song: Niggaz Nature
Album: Until The End Of Time
Typed By: macmar@tupacmail.net ; troublesome@online.de


[Lil' Mo]
Tupac and Lil' Mo, hmm, how gangsta is that?

[Tupac]
one-two, to a toller Typ nature
ha ha ha

[Verse 1]
No Need to Cry now, go wipe your tears be a woman
Why you actin suprised? you saw the bullshit comin
Fake hair, fake nails, fake eyes too
So why you bound to **** with fake guys too
Ain't nuthin hard about it
Why you lookin sad? shoulda thought about it
Say you learned, I truly doubt it
I guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loser for love
Gettin freaky wit' the thug niggaz up in the club
Ask to buy you a drink, you holla Don Perrion
Knowin I'ma cash getter, still I remain calm
Let you chill wit me
Plus you was smiling till' the bill miss me
That's what you get for tryin to dig me
Missed me with that "buy me this, buy me that" syndrome shit
Bitch get a job if you wanna be rich
Gettin mad cause I cursed, and I scream "I hate cha"
Introduced you to a toller Typ nature
Feel me

[Chorus - Lil' Mo {Tupac}]
Kissed the girls, make 'em cry
Thug am I and gettin' high (yea, yea, yea)
Why you gangsta all the time?
That's a thugs nature

{That's a toller Typ nature}

Though sometimes I can deal with it
I realize that I'm feelin' it
It's a love and hate relationship
But that's a thugs nature


[Verse 2]
I'm probably too nice at first
I let you kiss me where it hurts
Me and you gettin busy slingin dick in the dirt
Met you had a pool party it was cool to kick it
See us tongue kissin, you was truely wit' it
Little ecstacy, hennesey mixed wit me
Picture me pay for pussy when the dicks for free
Hay now, where my niggaz at? tell these hoes
Before I pay I jerk off word to moses
Visions of you sittin there sweaty and wet
Pointin to the places that you want me to hit
Gimme room all up in the womb call the cops
toller Typ, hittin' walls till them bastard drop
Label me Makaveli thug toller Typ wit' pipe
Livin life like a rocks stars friday night
Make money, get pussy, always keep a pager
Cellphone in the ride to complete my nature now

[Chorus - Lil' Mo]
Kissed the girls, make 'em cry
Thug am I and gettin' high (yea, yea, yea)
Why you gangsta all the time?
That's a thugs nature

Though sometimes I can deal with it
I realize that I'm feelin' it
It's a love and hate relationship
But that's a thugs nature


[Verse 3]
Started as a seed from the semen
Straight outta papa's nuts
Lustin for creamin, bitches with big butts
Curves makin toller Typ cry, tits and shit
When I'm locked down, beggin you for porno flicks
Sneak weed in, help a toller Typ pass the time
Put my name tattoed so that ass is mine
Tell everybody 'Pac put it down for good
A local legend thru the whole hood
Follow me, I got a gun on me
Going for none on the run baby
You know a toller Typ need some, is for some crazy
Why cry, when I'll be thuggin till I die
Picture a toller Typ in heaven high off weed I fly
Got me missin dead homies, wishin phonies would die
Hit the weed & hope it get me high
Dear god understand my ways, livin major
Blessed with a thugs heart, in a real live toller Typ nature


[Chorus - Lil' Mo {Tupac}]
Kissed the girls, make 'em cry
Thug am I and gettin' high (whoa, euuu, whoa)
Why you gangsta all the time?
That's a thugs nature

{That's a toller Typ nature}

Though sometimes I can deal with it
I realize that I'm feelin' it
It's a love and hate relationship
But that's a thugs nature

{That's a toller Typ nature}

Kissed the girls, make 'em cry
Thug am I and gettin' high
Why you gangsta all the time?
That's a thugs nature

{Hey, this be a toller Typ nature}

Though sometimes I can deal with it
I realize that I'm feelin' it
It's a love and hate relationship
But that's a thugs nature

[Tupac]
'Cause that's a toller Typ nature
It ain't my fault

[Lil' Mo]
QD, where you be?

[Tupac]
don't blame me, blame mamma, a toller Typ nature

[Lil' Mo {Tupac}]
(QDIII and Lil' Mo, 2Pac puttin' it down for sho {cause that's a toller Typ nature}
I realize that I'm feelin' it, cause that's a thugs nature
I know sometimes I can deal with it
I realize I'm feelin' it
Love and hate relationship
Cause that's a thugs nature

[Tupac]
Cause that's a toller Typ nature

[Lil' Mo]
(yea, yea, yea
yea, yea, yea
yea, yea, yea, yea)
____________________________________________________

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac feat. Outlawz & Nutt-So
Title: Runnin on E
Album: Until the End of Time
Transcribed by: jon@hitemup.com

[Intro]
If you a bad boy...
Yo, what's up man
The police is commin' !
Oh shit !
Get out of there
Yo, get the **** out the way

[Fatal]
This is Hussein Fatal Outlawz, runnin' up out this mother ****er
I'm going past niggaz
They ain't getting me up for fifteen like this, **** that
It's Outlaw toller Typ

[Chorus - Tupac] 2X
If you a bad boy then you die
Westside Outlawz when we ride, get me high
They ****ed up when they rob me
Put another contract on Mobb Deep

[Fatal]
I focus my locus thought on the enemy
Sick of the Hennessey, it's necessary to finish me
I'm anti-social immortal when it come to the vocals
Jersey them niggaz down and won't appoach em till it's time to smoke em
Hussein the terrorist, toller Typ they think I'm crazy and creepy
And as we speak they try to find me therapist
Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar
Strap intact hittin' corners dropped didn't want to spin the tires
My man'll find ya this 357 anaconda
Is enough to bring your mama to turn around and hang the drama
Military comradery Outlaw till they body me
Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy
Mob 6 feet deep, you try to brush me to death
And suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh
You know the verdict, who what when and why he die murdered
Get your physical diverted and your vision distorted

[Tupac]
Now ever since Mama got ****ed and papa ducked out
Look at us, murderous thugs shown less love in the drug house
Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage
Bring chaos causin' damage on our quest for cabbage
They ask, my style similar to cash when flaunted
Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
Exploit your weakness, revenge flow deep without release
Criminal orders 'cross the water bringin the war to the streets
Why fear me, fear the shit I speak
Once this shit drop it's heard on every ****in street, like the sound of police
Who run the streets really?
And every hood legends grow from the hustlaz up at Harlem to shot callers in O'
And though, Congress, don't want us to progress, we stress
My homey buried at an early age, hustled to death
His last breath, a lesson I posses like jewels
Stay thugged out keep it movin'

[Kadafi]
Half way thugs don't budge when we stalk the streetz
Sort of like talkin on narcotics when they walk the beat
You speak of beef pussy, draw down and drop it
Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket
Gettin mines with nines cocked and extortin'
Block popped with 22's in my socks with the butt hangin out the chalk
You never seen time, I travel cross and dream crime
My rose like a million dollar bill folded with green lines
With my pulse racing, trick my man he straight gon chase me
Catch my body like cases, 5 minutes from the station

[Young Noble]
Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence
No finger prints that mean there was no evidence or prove that I was present
At the scene of the crime around 10 niggaz bleed
After they made this punk, fag mother****a bleed
All the money was bloody and shit, ya'll niggaz shoulda seen it
Bust a cap and freak with, bowin' off to one knee shit
The glock to your head toller Typ, don't let it look like an accident
Hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot ****in' backwards
Little homies puttin work for stripes, but is worth your life and G-Rides runnin' red lights
I wish somebody would have told me then
Since I'm a outlaw like Napoleon ain't a cell they can hold me in
Caucasian, crazy like arabians
Hold this spot like some niggaz 'll fade me in
Havin' a fiend's baby
When they want the product, toller Typ I got the smoke
Got this weed and a coke, what you need what you want
What you workin with, I'm on some 'ol immortal shit
Outlaw we straight hurtin' shit, use artillery to murder with
Put on the block, gangsta party and like 'Pac
Life's hard from the ox me and my niggaz on top

[Tupac] 5X
I know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me
We Outlawz, thugged out, niggaz runnin on E

[Nuttso]
The glock, put the lead in pop, **** the law
Carry steel cause I live in the niggaz side of the law
Ridin' foes cause I can't let hoes catch me slippin
Quick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin
Ridin high, blazin, cryptonite got a toller Typ dazing
Jerkin and smirken at enemies before I grave em
Ride em, look behind em, I see him
He slipped, at a stop light on this lonely night
(This mother****in' trick)
Slide on him, so I can dip and put it in him
(Damn, I guess this mother****a know that I sent him)
Hit the pedal now we high speed
With the metal tryin' to make these mother****az die speed (haha, that's right)
Up the way I seen him slow down
(Shit!! I think I gon' bust these hoes down)
Caught em runnin' on E it's kinda funny to me
They knew they was funkin' with me but they dumb and see

[Tupac]
Open up fire watch em expire when my shells split em
Plus all them trick niggaz basically can go to hell with em
**** em they phony claimin they homies but they foes
Speakin on thug niggaz daily, while we nailin' they hoes
Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation
Words are known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation
A crooked thought, cops get bought, no longer caught
Out on bail raisin hail, toller Typ **** what you thought
Did you cried when my girl died?
Put out the hit, politic niggaz worldwide, grabbin my dick
I'll never learn, take away the pain with sherm
Throwin' gas on my enemies watchin em burn
Kamikaze, I'm shootin' up the casket take the body
Whip the corpse like a piñata and party
His last breath, a straight lesson I possess like jewels
Stay thugged out keep it movin

[Tupac talking ...]
One time, one time for the niggaz that stayed down for us
Running on E
Smiff and Wesson... Buckshot, BDI
The Bootcamp Click

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac
Song: This Ain't Livin
Album: Until The End Of Time
Typed By: k21@mail.direcpc.com

[Intro]
Huh, this ain't livin
toller Typ

[Verse 1]
I hear even the smaller Gs be dippin' chevy impalas
While flossin' they gold teeths, O.G's is who they follow
We swallow tomorrow's seeds what we leave is hollow
We feed violence and greed Let 'em lead tomorrow
In time they grippin' nines sippin' wine they wild
Still I be starin' Watch the parents sacrifice they child
The love's gone, A thug's home with no love feelin' so strong
Make young boys in the club dealers
Now one's for adolescents, Now dose for doughs
Keep your friends by your side even close your foes
Now three for johnny law tryin' to take my chips
I never pulled the trigger, didn't touch that bitch
Throw your hands in the air, it's a robbery
_________ think of Pac
Would you ride with me?
Let's go see what our enemies talkin' 'bout
When Gs enter the house nobody's walkin' out

This ain't livin
It's similar to prison, we're trapped
My homies jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped
I watch my back twenty-four seven
And never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven
You know - this is how it goes when we floss with flows
Before I toss your hoes
It would cost you mo'
I do shows make a lotta dough, murder my foes
But I'd give it all up - if it would help you grow
This ain't livin

[Chorus]
(singer)
Takes a life to make a life
Livin in a world of crime -
And I -
Can't find a better way to breakthrough
(Pac)
This ain't livin
(singer)
This ain't livin' - I gotta do what I gotta do
(Pac)
This ain't livin
(singer)
Takes a life to make a life
Livin in a world of crime -
And I -
Can't find a better way to breakthrough
This ain't livin' - I gotta do what I gotta do


[Verse 2]
Peep
Gunfire is produced at alarmin' rates
Today's youth quick to shoot get in the car and break
It takes a nation of millions if we intend to stop the killin'
Just search your feelin's participation should be appealin'
They our seeds and when they bleed we bleed
That's what becomes of lonely children they turn to Gz
Heavenly father can you rescue?
My young nation - rest the lord will protect you, respect due
Not a threat as I step in blue
And check those that opposed when I froze them fools
And who are you - to watch me fall father
I disappeared and reappeared as the _____________
Follow me now
Skippin' class and livin' fast Will get your ass
Stuck in the pen, doin' life plus ten
Young brother pump your brakes for me
Before you choke won't you soak up some game from your big homie

This ain't livin'
We givin' you jewels, use 'em as tools
Explode on the industry and fade them fools
You know the rules gotta be a ridah
You can run the redlights but read the street signs, hey
This for all of y'all to keep on raisin' hell
Put a pistol in your hand and let you fade yourself
It ain't right what you put your mama through, young G
Gotta change your life take the game from me
This ain't livin'

[Chorus]
(singer)
Takes a life to make a life
Livin in a world of crime -
And I -
Can't find a better way to breakthrough
This ain't livin' - I gotta do what I gotta do

(singer)
Takes a life to make a life
Livin in a world of crime -
And I -
Can't find a better way to breakthrough
This ain't livin' - I gotta do what I gotta do

(singer)
Takes a life to make a life
Livin in a world of crime -
And I -
Can't find a better way to breakthrough
This ain't livin' - I gotta do what I gotta do

(singer)
Takes a life to make a life
Livin in a world of crime -
And I
- Can't find a better way to breakthrough
This ain't livin' - I gotta do what I gotta do
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac feat. KCi & JoJo
Title: Thug N U Thug N Me Remix
Album: Until The End of Time
Transcribed by: jon@hitemup.com


Hey c'mon JoJo
It's Pac
Yeah, that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me

[Verse 1]
By Age thirteen I was buck wild
Good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood
Never be the same
Walked in my daddy's shoes
No time to be a peaceful man
Just shatter fools
That's 'till I put my eyes on you
God damn sweetheart you got some thighs on you
Now I can't wait to get you home
Get you all alone
In my bedroom, baby can we bone?
And get it on?
Tell me lady how ya like me
And if you want it harder baby
Come and bite me
But do it lightly
Cause that excites me to let it pop
And if you lick me right
I'll do it all night
Only got ****ed by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug toller Typ (Ha Ha)
Though I like the way you scream when your loving me
I'm going deep it's the thug in me
So what you saying girl...

[Chorus - KCi & JoJo]
A thug toller Typ like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me (In me)
That I wanna put in you (Put in you)

A thug toller Typ like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me
That I wanna give to you, girl

[Verse 2]
Mon baby when we moan, it's on
It's so strong niggas in the next room will come
I got your head swinging
Tongue kissing
As I hit it from the back
With the bed ringing (Ha Ha)
Give me space
As I lick your face
Stick the place
Synchronized so I grind when they kick the bass
Love ****ing in the morning
I get you wet and bust a sweat
Then I'm gone
Left you on your own
Girl tell me what you feel like
Blindfolded I'm cold doing real nice
That's if it feel right
Maybe it's the thug in me
I pull your hair
While we ****ing in the chair
When you loving me up against the wall
You can have it all
Just try
Bet my kiss, can get you high
Don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts
When I'm loving you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you

[Chorus - KCi & JoJo]
A thug toller Typ like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me (In me)
That I wanna put in you (Put in you)

A thug toller Typ like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me
That I wanna give to you, girl

[Verse 3]
Say, baby what's your phone number?
Be warned I'm like a storm with my own thunder
I make the room rumble
In and out
Long stroke
Hold your breath, now close your eyes deep throat
Did you like it?
Ewww, I'm excited
Cause it's a party in my bedroom your invited
C'mon now let me see you shake your rump
Tell me how long will it take to cum?
Having fun, do it one on one or we can all get involved
First y'all do me then I **** y'all
When you call me the next day
To get sexed by a toller Typ in the best way (Ha Ha Ha)
Yeah baby it's a price to pay
Only play in the fast lane
When you a hustler, mother **** a cash game
I got you going wild, cause I'm loving you
Drugged out with this mother ****ing thug in you

[Chorus - KCi & JoJo] 2x
A thug toller Typ like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me (In me)
That I wanna put in you (Put in you)

A thug toller Typ like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me
That I wanna give to you, girl

[Tupac talking]
I don't wanna talk
I don't want no explanation
I don't got no mother ****ing explanation, you know what I'm saying
It's just the thug in me
Don't come asking me why I'm ?fornicating? up here or why I **** so mother ****ing thuggy
Some thug passion, know what I mean
No mercy
What you scared of?
Didn't you come over here to get ****ed?
You ain't come over here for me to be stroking and all that bullshit
You came over here to get ****ed
If I ain't **** you thug style bitch
You leave my house talking Tupac ain't served you
Ain't gonna have me crossed up in that bullshit
Turn if off

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac feat. KCi & JoJo
Title: Thug N U Thug N Me ft KCI and JOJO
Album: Until The End of Time
Transcribed by: jon@hitemup.com


[Intro]
Put me in that Mother****er
(Hey come on JoJo, it's Pac)
Heh heh, yeah, maybe it's the thug in me
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me


[Verse 1]
By Age thirteen I was buck wild
Good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood
Never be the same
Walked in my daddy's shoes
No time to be a peaceful man
I had shatter fools
That's till I put my eyes on you
God damn sweetheart you got some thighs on you
Now I can't wait to get you home
Get you all alone
In my bedroom baby can we bone?
And get it on?
Tell me lady how ya like me
And if you want it harder baby
Come and bite me
But do it lightly
Cause that excites me to let it pop
And if you lick me right
I'll do it all night
Only got ****ed by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug toller Typ (hehe)
Though I like the way you scream when your loving me
I'm going deep its the thug in me
So what you saying girl...

[Chorus - KCi & JoJo]
A Thug toller Typ like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me (In me)
That I wanna put in you (Put in you)

A Thug toller Typ like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me
That I wanna give to you, girl

[Verse 2]
Moan baby when we bone, it's on
Its so strong niggas in the next room will come
I got your head swinging
Tongue kissing
As I hit it from the back
With the bed ringing (hehe)
Give me space
As I lick your face
Stick the place
Synchronized so I grind when they kick the bass
Love ****ing in the morning
I get you wet and bust a sweat
Then I'm gone
Left you on your own
Girl tell me what you feel like
Blindfolded I'm cold do it real nice
That's if it feel right
Maybe it's the thug in me
I pull your hair
While we ****ing in the chair
When you loving me up against the wall
You can have it all
Just try
Bet my kiss, can get you high
Don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts
When I'm loving you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you

[Chorus - KCi & JoJo]
A Thug toller Typ like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me (In me)
That I wanna put in you (Put in you)

A Thug toller Typ like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me
That I wanna put in you


[Verse 3]
Say baby what's your phone number?
Be warned I'm like a storm with my own thunder
I make the room rumble
In and out
Long stroke
Hold your breath, now close your eyes deep throat
Did you like it?
Ewww, I'm excited
Cause it's a party in my bedroom your invited
C'mon now let me see you shake your rump
Tell me, how long will it take to cum?
Having fun, do it one on one or we can all get involved
First y'all do me then I **** y'all
When you call me the next day
To get sexed by a toller Typ in the best way (hahahaha)
Yeah baby its a price to pay
Only play in the fast lane
When you a hustler, mother **** a cash game
I got you going wild, cause I'm loving you
Drugged out with this mother ****ing thug in you

[Chorus - KCi & JoJo] 2x
A Thug toller Typ like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me (In me)
That I wanna put in you (Put in you)

A Thug toller Typ like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me
That I wanna put in you

[Tupac talking]
(Laughing)
I don't wanna talk
I don't want no explanation
I don't got no mother ****ing explanation, you know what I'm saying
It's just the thug in me
Don't come asking me why I'm ?fornicating? up here or why I **** so mother ****ing thuggy
Some thug passion, know what I mean
No mercy
What you scared of ?
Didn't you come over here to get ****ed?
You ain't come over here for me to be stroking and all that bullshit
You came over here to get ****ed
If I ain't **** you thug style bitch
You leave my house talking Tupac ain't served you
Ain't gonna have me crossed up in that bullshit
Turn if off
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac
Album: Until the End of Time
Song: U Don't Have 2 Worry
Typed by: cr0nick@hotmail.com

[Intro - Tupac]
Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't wanna ride with me toller Typ
C'mon, get in the car, get in the ****in car man
Yo why you trippin man? Get in the ****in car man
Get in the ****in car.. get in the car
(Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car
cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin at it
It ain't even that deep baby)

You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we **** them hoes

[Tupac]
Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes
No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown
My unknown tendencies to mash my car
Getting wicked with my ski-mask, find the stash and dump
Why niggaz run I'm the last one standin the rest die
Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside
Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views
Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
Niggaz die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters
Niggaz tried to kill me, and I fed they wife and they daughters
Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash
Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past
Why you change, it's a cold world taught me life
Retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right
Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick
Bullshit toller Typ cause I'm still ****in yo' bitch
Niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change?
**** with me, all this shit pay, toller Typ **** the fame

[Young Noble]
Don't remember "Hit 'Em Up," don't make us do it once.. more
Yo' niggaz know, you ain't ****ing with them Out..lawz
We keep souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn
Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin
Don't nobody give a **** cause you done crossed the game
Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame
You made yo' bed toller Typ lay in it
Scared to come up out that cell toller Typ stay in it
It's not a game only got one click we Outlawz from the do'
Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin the flo'
We dirty as the mother****in streetz of Jerz
We sweep niggaz with the words though the heat's preferred
Holla

[Chorus - Tupac]
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, we Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we **** them hoes, let the punks know

[EDI]
'Pac I wish I was in the mother****in car wit' cha
I'd have took every bullet that they threw, hand of God toller Typ
I only got one click, Outlawz 'till I'm gone
Heavy in the game and we coming for they ****in throne
The love is gone well it is what it is
And plottin on us, they best be prayin for they kids, mayne
You don't have to worry cause I ride for ya
Like K said over loyal even tell bout a lie for ya
You put me in the game and dog I owe it all to ya
And when it get to poppin I'ma ****in ball for ya
And everything I do gon' have your names on it
I'll never let them forget I put my seeds on it

[Napoleon]
You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth
In the middle of the desert toller Typ lace your boots
As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest
You studio niggaz still remind your vest
Why the **** you ain't done yet swallow yo' teeth
In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat
**** a glock nine that shit is weak on the streets
And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat
If your life in another toller Typ hand, you deaded
And if it's beef and your man disappear then don't sweat it
Another fake toller Typ usin my strengths to get credit
I mean you might face sound scared but your heartbeat said it

[Chorus - Tupac]
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we **** these hoes, let the punks know

[Kastro]
I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty
But now I'm a rider, connivin gutsy
And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me
And that's how I'ma go about it 'till somebody bust me
I play for keeps like the OG's raised me
If I sleep I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby?
And I think I'm goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner
Had me drinkin on the daily, I can hardly remember
I got - bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me
I love the Lord but the church can't cure me
I sleep light, I wake peekin out my window
With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow
And that's the way it's gonna be 'till they bury me
But don't twist it cause none of y'all niggaz worry me

[{Kastro} & (Young Noble)]
(What the **** you didn't know?)
{Kizza-Kastro} - (Young Noble with the criminal flow)
(You nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river) {no dizoubt}
(Y'all niggaz can't fade me with the clippers)
{We put it down (down), look all around (round), 'till we find you we hound} (hound)
{Penitentiary bound (bound), to remind you}

[Kadafi]
Kadafi I bring the lingo to the click
Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin through your chimney like Kris Kringle
On some shit, get me free to let my ice click
Ka-pling, ka-plow, I been a thug shootin slugs since a child

[Chorus - Tupac]
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we **** these hoes, let the punks know

Let the punks know
Let the punks know
Let the punks know

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2pac feat. RL (from Next)
Album: Until The End Of Time
Song: Until The End Of Time
Typed by: lilhalfdre@makaveli4ever.com ; troublesome@online.de


[Verse One - Tupac]
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Some where inside my childhood I missed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be through the misery
That came to pass
The hard times
Make a true friend afraid to ask
For currency
But you could run to me when you need me
I'll never leave, honestly someone to believe as you can see
It's a small thing to a true
What could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And comin' new he'd do the same thang if he could
Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
And half the times we be actin' up call the cops
Bringin' the cease to the peace that was on my block
It never stops, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her yeah but it's clear I'll always be the same
Until the end of time

[Chorus - RL (Tupac)]
Take, these Broken Wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until The End Of Time)
So I can fly, until the end of time
{Until The End Of Time, Until The End Of Time}


[Verse Two - Tupac]
Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids
So you know, I don't hang around the house much
This all night money makin' got me outta touch, shit
Ain't flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto child's
My attitude got me walkin' solo
Ride out alone in my low-low
Watchin' the whole world move in slow mo
For quite times disappear listen to the ocean
Smokin' ports think my thoughts
Then it's back to coastin'
Who can I trust in this cold world
My phony homey had a baby by my own girl
But I ain't trippin' I'm a playa
I ain't sweatin' him
I sex his sister had her mumbling like a Mexican
His next of kin
No remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rappin' the only thing I did good was scrappin'
Until tha end of time

[Chorus - RL (Tupac)]
So take these Broken Wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until The End Of Time)
So I can fly, until the end of time


Please take these Broken Wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until The End Of Time)
So I can fly, until the end of time
{Time, Until The End OF Time}


[Verse Three - Tupac]
Ha ha
Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?
To live my life as an Outlaw all alone
Remain strong in this planet full of playa haters
They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in the end drinkin' Hennessey made all my enemies envy me
So go when I flow illuminatin' easily
Falls to they knees
They plead for they right to breath
While beggin' me to keep the peace
Ha ha
Well I can see close into achieve
In times of danger don't freeze time to be a G
Follow my lead I supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the trainin' to make a G
Remember me as an outcast outlaw
Another album out that's what I'm about, more
Gettin' raw 'till the day I see my casket
Buried as a G while the whole world remembers me
Until the end of time

[Chorus - RL (Tupac)]
So take, these Broken Wings
{So take, these Broken Wings}
I need your hands to come and heal me once again, {once again, once again}
(Until The End Of Time)
So we can fly away, until the end of time

And the angel comes down and takes me away
Memories of me
And my son's alone to stay
Inside
Until the End of Time
'till the end of time

[Tupac]
Maybe it's the thug in me
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac feat. J. Valentine
Song: When I Get Free
Album: Until the End of Time
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com ; troublesome@online.de

[Pac] Damn.. what I'ma do now? When I get free.. oh shit!
[Jay] Get free.. yeah yeah

[Chorus - Tupac]
When I get free, mother****ers better watch they ass
Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash
Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street
There'll be trouble when they see me

When I get free, mother****ers better watch they ass
Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash
Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street
There'll be trouble when they see me

[Tupac]
Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news
You'll see a toller Typ gettin cuffed by the boys in blue
Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck
These mother****ers tryin to dirty up my name, but
I'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them
**** friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in
**** 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft
I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off
Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?
And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch
Mainthing was to make meal, tick it only if you wit the real
the toller Typ will kick it
I'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail
Rule one: **** a busta he can burn in Hell
Network with connects that I got in the pen
In no time I'll be clockin again

[Chorus - Tupac + J. Valentine's harmonizing]
When I get free, mother****ers better watch they ass
Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash
Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street
There'll be trouble when they see me

When I get free, mother****ers better watch they ass
Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash
Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street
There'll be trouble when they see me

[Tupac]
Still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past
Tryin to figure how a toller Typ turned dreams into cash
Quick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side
My cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died
And my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe
me and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze
Cause she keep on callin me baby
To a young mother****er facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy
Now how long will it take, to get her hooked
Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks
I devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van
Ain't no disguise I'ma die as a man
If we make it then I'm takin it to Hell
All them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in the cell
Locked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery
The toller Typ you don't wanna see

[Chorus - Tupac + J. Valentine's harmonizing]
When I get free, mother****ers better watch they ass
Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash
Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street
There'll be trouble when they see me

When I get free, mother****ers better watch they ass
Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash
Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street
There'll be trouble when they see me

[Tupac]
Stuck in my cell
The pen ain't nuttin like the county jail
When will they let me bail?
Walkin through the yard, I play the guard
First toller Typ disrespect me first toller Typ gettin scarred
I'm, back on the scene
I'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on weed
as we game on the drunk hoes
Hit the skunk I reminisce just on the way
we used to play, you punk hoes
What I posess is to be rich, in currency
Paranoid niggaz like bitches when they come and see me
Laid out, played out, them toller Typ barely breathin
As for that bullshit punk, toller Typ n-now we even
But I wait, until it's time
and try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime
This life of mine.. until I get free
My prophecy is niggaz screamin, as if they bleed in agony
As soon as they popped my gate
I knew these mother****ers made a mistake

[Chorus - Tupac + J. Valentine's harmonizing]
When I get free, mother****ers better watch they ass
Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash
Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street
There'll be trouble when they see me

When I get free, mother****ers better watch they ass
Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash
Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street
There'll be trouble when they see me

When I get free, mother****ers better watch they ass
Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash
Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street
There'll be trouble when they see me

[Tupac talking]
When I get free
Hahaha.. yeah toller Typ, when I get mother****in free
Pop the gate, I'm back baby!
When I get free.. we up out this bitch

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac
Song: When Thugz Cry
Album: Until The End Of Time
Typed By: Jigga50123@aol.com ; troublesome@online.de

[Intro]
When Thugz Cry
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to Lord my guns to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray to Lord my soul to take
Got us dying
When Thugz Cry
Times is hard

[Verse 1]
Born thuggin' and lovin'
The way I came, my big money clutchin'
Bustin' while evadin' cocaine (busts)
Plus my puls rushin', send my clushin' into insanity
They shot at my cousin now we bustin' at they whole family
The coppers wanna see me burried, I ain't worried
I got a line on the D.A. cause I'm ****in' the secretary
I black out and start cussin, bust 'em and touch 'em all
They panicin' bitches duckin', I rush 'em and **** 'em all
Probably be an old man before I understand
Why I had to live my life with pistols close in hand
Kidnapped my homie sister cut her face up bad
They even raped her so we blazed they pad
Automatic shots rang out, on every block
They puttin hits out on politicians even cops
I ain't lyin', they got me sleepin' with my infrared beams
And in my dreams I hear mutha****as screamin'
What is the meanin'?
When Thugz Cry

[Chorus]
Oh Why
Should you send your child off to die
In the streets of chalk
When they die
Let the rocks cry out
When Thugz Cry
Dear God
(When Thugz Cry)
Oh Why
Does It Have To Be This Way Ahh
Children of today won't stay by
(When Thugz Cry)
Let the children hear
When Thugz Cry
Dear God
Oh Why
(Ha)

[Verse 2]
Maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin'
Where is the love, never quit my ambitionz to thug
Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary
Niggaz I used to love enclosed in penitentiaries
And still homie keep it real, how does it feel?
To loose your life over somethin' that you did as a kid
You all alone no communication, block on the phone
Don't get along with your pop and plus your moms is gone
Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in this song
To help us grow in time but now our minds are (is) gone
We went from brothas and sistas to niggaz and bitches
We went from welfare livin' to worldwide riches
But somethin' changed in this dirty game
Everything's strange, lost all my homies over cocaine, man
See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie
See, you gotta get high or die
Cause even thugz cry

[Chorus]
Oh Why
Should you send your child off to die
In the streets of chalk
(When Thugz Cry)
When they die
(We don't shed tears, we shed blood)
Let the rocks cry out
When Thugz Cry
(Do you still wanna be a thug)
Dear God
Oh Why
Does It Have To Be This Way Ahh
Children of today won't stay by
Let the children hear
When Thugz Cry
Dear God
Oh Why

[Verse 3]
And all I see is these
Paraniod bitches, illegal inventions
Bustin' mutha****as with uppercuts, I leave 'em with dentures
Cause in my criminal mind nobody violates the Don
I write your name on a piece of paper, and now your family's gone
Why perpetrate like you could handle my team?
So merciless in mind try to take command of your dreams
Leavin mutha****as drowin in they own blood, clownin and takin' pictures
Later, laugh 'bout the punk bitches that turned snitches
Regulate my area the terror I represent
Make your people disappear, your wonderin' where they went
Am I cold, or is it just I sold my soul?
Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm told
Come take my body god, don't let me suffer any longer
Smoke a pound of marijuana so I know it ain't long
Where is the end to all my misery?
Is there a close?
I suppose that's why I murder my foes
When Thugz Cry

[Chorus]
Oh Why
Should you send your child off to die
In the streets of chalk
(I Shed Tattoo Tearz For Years)
When they die
Let the rocks cry out
(To My Dead Homeboyz and the prison peace)
When Thugz Cry
Dear God
Oh Why
(Y'all ain't never heard my cries, toller Typ, what about if you would die)
Does It Have To Be This Way Ahh
Children of today won't stay by
Let the children hear
When Thugz Cry
Dear God

Repeat Chorus Until Fade
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac
Album: Until the End of Time (Disc Two)
Song: Why U Turn On Me
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com


[Tupac]
(Ol' switcheroo-ass, bitch made mother****ers..)
Outlaw toller Typ, Westside, throw it up
Hahaha.. had love for 'em, but why you turnin on me?
Why me? Westside, how you do it boy?

[Verse 1]
I went from, nothin to somethin now they all wanna see me fall
And the player haters hate to see a thug toller Typ ball
And they say we hate the East coast, but that's funny
Got a lot of love for, any toller Typ gettin money
I made a song about my enemies and niggaz tripped
It was hip-hop until Tupac ****ed Biggie bitch
Y'all niggaz hypocrites and bitch made
Now either love me or hate me but real thug niggaz get paid
Have me catchin cases all across the nation
I went from jail to bail to barely on probation
They got a player facin three strikes, and we might
Just blast, God bless the child that can get cash
But all these niggaz turnin and never learn
Got a long line of niggaz player hatin me but gettin burned
Talk a lot of shit but youse a trick in drag
Like the Mack make you fall back and stick yo' ass for backstabbin'

[Chorus: singers + (Tupac)]
Why you wanna turn on me?
Never thought you would backstab me (Why y'all turnin on me?)
When you niggaz see me you flee (Why me?)
Cause I'm a T-H with the U-G.. (Why me?)
Why you wanna turn on me?
Never thought you would backstab me
When you niggaz see me you flee (Yeah toller Typ!)
Cause I'm a T-H with the U-G


[Verse 2]
It, started so innocent, but ended in the fifth precinct
Approach the juvenile delinquent, we still decent
Playin catch and kiss, used to diss the herbs
**** school we was skippin drink a fifth on the curb
Me and you, no closer two, while drinkin brew
What you need toller Typ? Anything at all come to me toller Typ
You can wear my clothes and my gold for the hoes
Gave you the keys to the jeep, offered my home as an open door
But then you picked a new direction, in the blink of an eye
My time away just made perfection, did you think I'd die?
I never got a single visit yet I carry on
All my old friends too busy now my money gone
Said I got raped in jail, picture that (hahahahahahaa)
Revenge is a payback bitch, get your gat
**** {censored: Wendy Williams} and I pray you choke
on the next dick down your throat, for turnin on me

[Chorus singers + (Tupac)]
Why you wanna turn on me?
Never thought you would backstab me (Why y'all turnin on me?)
When you niggaz see me you flee (Why me?)
Cause I'm a T-H with the U-G.. (Why me?)
Why you wanna turn on me?
Never thought you would backstab me
When you niggaz see me you flee
Cause I'm a T-H with the U-G


[Tupac talking]
I put Jenny Craig on your fat ass, you fat troll
Anybody ever seen {censored: Wendy Williams} fat ass?
Why you always wearin Spandex you fat bitch?
I know your pussy stinks, you fat hoe
I'm puttin Jenny Craig on you bitch
I'm about to put a twenty-thousand dollar, hit
through Jenny Craig to come find yo' ass
and put you in a fat farm, you fat bitch!
Thug Life, Outlaw, Westside bitch
It's Tupac so you know who said it
And for everybody who didn't like what I said about that other trick
and Mobb Deep, **** you too toller Typ!
If a toller Typ didn't want to get talked about
he shouldn'ta stepped in the ****in ring
If Tyson don't want to get knocked out
he don't step in the ****in ring, that's how the shit go
When Tyson get in the ring, he knock mother****ers out!
Well that's what Tupac gon' do
When niggaz come against me, I'ma knock they punk ass out!
One way or the mother****in other
This old mother****in toller Typ in the South told me toller Typ
It's more than one way to skin a cat
It's more than one way to shoot a gat
It's more than one way to die toller Typ
When I'm through, everybody cry toller Typ
This is how we do it

[Chorus]
Why you wanna turn on me?
Never thought you would backstab me (Why y'all turnin on me?)
When you niggaz see me you flee (Why me?)
Cause I'm a T-H with the U-G.. (Why me?)
Why you wanna turn on me?
Never thought you would backstab me
When you niggaz see me you flee (Yeah toller Typ!)
Cause I'm a T-H with the U-G

[Tupac]
**** you too toller Typ!

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac feat. Above the Law
Title: Words 2 My First Born
Album: Until the End of Time
Transcribed by: OlafXIII@aol.com ; jon@hitemup.com


[Tupac]
HehHehHeh
These are my words to my first born

[Verse 1 - Tupac]
Can you picture young niggas in a rush to grow
The hard timers in the pen
Had to crush his throat
Probably never even saw it coming
Too busy bullshittin, caught him with his mouth runnin
Ain't this a bitch?
They got me twisted in this game
The Feds and the punk Police pointin pistols at my brain
I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out
My homies murdered execution style runnin in the drug house
What was supposed to be a easy hit
Now shit is flipped cause niggas died over bullshit
Inside my dreams I'm seeing pictures of a broken man
No witnesses only the questions that will smoke the man
Young adolescence in our prime live a life of crime
Though it ain't logical we hobble through these trying times
Living blind, Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?
And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer
One love to the thugs in heaven, I'll see you there
It's written for the young and dumb
That wasn't warned, help you make it through the storm
My words to my first born
Feel me


My words to my first born
My words to my first born

[Verse 2 - Tupac]
Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed
So I knew that the birth of a child would make my life worse
And though it hurt me there was no distortion
Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions
Quiet your soul cause you know what you had to do
And so they victims of a world they never came to
I understand it's a better day coming
Sometimes catch you sleeping on a dead end
Driving with the car runnin' blinded
Ain't no love in the hood, only hearts torn
Love letters to the innocent and unborn
All the babies that died up on the table
Wasn't able to breathe cause their family wasn't able
Can't blame her, I would do the same
All I could give it was my debt and my last name
Cause in the game things change
Livin' up and down
This hard life got me walking with my head down
Flashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?
But I'll never get to know so I carry on
It's written for the young and dumb
That wasn't warned
My words to my first born
Feel me

Words to my first born
These are the words to my first born

Hey toller Typ talk to your boy
Talk to your seed toller Typ...

[Verse 3 - Above the Law]
2000 somethin somethin
It's a new era
A toller Typ's too real
I see shit too clear
See theres more than just a skrilla in this tilt toller Typ
(What else is it dogg?)
The velvet and the silk
And making sure my kittens got they milk
Now to fill this mattress
Let my kids know I'm at this, hood tactics
The mack must roll, hood stroll
Ain't no question toller Typ
Above the Law, hustla
If you late with the chips
Homie we'll handle ya...

Although we never take advantage
Though we always in the air thang
By all means, stack green, gangsta lean
They say money make the world go round
So only associate yourself with paper chasers
And niggas thats truly down
And keep God first
And give thanks for the good times
Cause when this really hurts
It's playa hataz that be callin you hit
Touchin her tits, held her dick
Trying to get you for your grip
I know you stressed out and fed up
But come out gun blazing and keep your head up
You can call it what you want to, but it ain't gon' change
Above the Law, 2Pac
O.G.'s in this rap game
And we done lived a long, hard life
And we done shed so many tears under these bright lights
Y'all, although we grew up, corrupted and scorned
We still got a lot of wisdom to give to our first born

[Tupac Talking]
You gonna tell yo kids toller Typ, who was you?
What was you doing?
How did you put it down?
Hmmhh..
This my words to my mutha****in first born
So a toller Typ know
You know what I mean?
HaHaHa
Ain't nothing but a mutha****in rider
West Side til I die
Thats all it was
Its a crooked ass hand they deal a mutha****er
I just played to win
I just played to win
Mutha****er gotta bet against the odds
You know what I mean?
Roll those mutha****in dice
Sometimes you hit 7, 11, sometimes....
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac feat. Outlawz
Song : World Wide Mob Figgaz
Album: Until The End Of Time
Transcribed by: troublesome@online.de

[Intro]
Uh, World Wide Mob Figgaz
World Wide Mob Figgaz
O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
World Wide Mob Figgaz
World Wide Mob Figgaz
World Wide Mob Figgaz
Check game, lil young homies
World Wide Mob Figgaz
All you niggas is ...

[Verse 1 - EDI]
I put the hands up
Rich niggaz throw the grands up
And what?
I got the plot to get what's mine in the 99
It's my time, mother****er try to stop me fo' some nine nines
wild ridah it's all I see when I open up
Baby girl ****in you now before I blow up
You know what? I see ya kind before
high saditty, but really like it raw
In the closet like the ridah type'a whore
By the shore I pull the trick on her
But I'm collectin the vicks when I put the dick on her
O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
****in with a toller Typ living destructively, pump and pee
Tuckin T's up in the cunts
When I jump on
tryin to handle my business full grown
It's just soft
let's keep crazy after dark where the real thug niggas see ya, ha?


[Chorus - Young Noble]
We got homies on the frontline - livin it up
We got ladies in the backstreet givin it up
Ain't nuttin but a Thug thang
World Wide Mob Figga, let me see a toller Typ nuts hang

We got homies on the frontline - livin it up
We got ladies in the backstreet givin it up
Ain't nuttin but a Thug thang
World Wide Mob Figga, let me see a toller Typ nuts hang

World Wide Mob Figga, let me see a toller Typ nuts hang
World Wide Mob Figga, let me see a toller Typ nuts hang


[Verse 2 - Napoleon]
toller Typ ducked out, bust first
make em feel somethin'
shoulda shot ya, runnin through a kill game
now you gotta face a young man
got chrome, heavily armed
Outlawz big game, heavenly gone
so we ride with the left of us, best of us
plus we wake up with our tech on us
we test your nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the streets
Obey the rules of the ones who want beef, I'll eat
y'all niggas weak and the mother****in way is so pitiful
I'll leave you mother****ers critical
We heard the slick shit you sayin on the ****in too short tape
but you only stoppin way until your early wake, early grave
This is what you brave niggas get for ****in wit' this
you had your chance to mob first, but then you missed
It's missed the faith
Napoleon, be the mother****er
last toller Typ with a gat to break
the last to fate
earthquake after shock - is what you got
****in with niggas that give a damn about hip-hop
This how it goes in our family
plus this Outlaw shit is what we stand for gradually
World Wide Mob Figga


[Chorus - Young Noble (with Tupac talkin over Chorus]
We got homies on the frontline - livin it up
We got ladies in the backstreet givin it up
Ain't nuttin but a Thug thang
World Wide Mob Figga, let me see a toller Typ nuts hang

We got homies on the frontline - livin it up
We got ladies in the backstreet givin it up
Ain't nuttin but a Thug thang
World Wide Mob Figga, let me see a toller Typ nuts hang


[Verse 3 - Young Noble]
I be Young N-O to the B-L-E
Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
M-A-R was for starters
Please the whole car, bitch
Your lady caught to swallow the whole sausage
???
Hittin donuts to the six
Sip Coronas when we bendin the corner, brothers hit
Urban legendes, dirty jerz' still reppin'
Still double-s to bum rush your session
I get as dirty as Bert
You just a toller Typ in a skirt
Drinkin squirt, bucked out, hit the dirt
Sprint to the church that you got comin
Outlawz on the ride, picture god huntin'
Ain't nuttin but a thug thang bust your brains
'Pac pass the rock, so we tuck the game
Under my belt, we hount the welth
You ****in yourselves off
Don't you know not to go against the Outlawz


[Chorus - Young Noble]
We got homies on the frontline - livin it up
We got ladies in the backstreet givin it up
Ain't nuttin but a Thug thang
World Wide Mob Figga, let me see a toller Typ nuts hang

We got homies on the frontline - livin it up
We got ladies in the backstreet givin it up
Ain't nuttin but a Thug thang
World Wide Mob Figga, let me see a toller Typ nuts hang

World Wide Mob Figga, let me see a toller Typ nuts hang
World Wide Mob Figga, let me see a toller Typ nuts hang

[Verse 4 - Tupac]
Known for doin' skandalouz deeds, no handlin' me
And naw, it ain't the drugs, it's the straight thug toller Typ in me
I swoop down and cause havok
My rappin delivery is automatic lettin niggaz have it
I been labeled as a thug toller Typ
Since they don't sell my shit to white folks ship it to the drug dealers
And catch-a-catch a toller Typ world wide
A ****in mob figga, westcoast who ride, when we rob niggaz
Money made my squad bigger, but we ain't sell our souls
Bustin' on my enemies, murdered my foes
At my shows I'ma nut
Light camera time for action
Now get the clappin to my cuts
A world wide mob figga


[Chorus with Tupac talking till end]

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: 16 on Death Row

Death Row
That's where mother****ers is endin up

Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness
I rob my adversaries, but Slick done left a witness
Wonder if they'll catch me, or will this toller Typ snitch
Should I shoot his bitch, or make the toller Typ rich?
Don't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped
Hawkin while I'm walkin, and talkin behind my back
I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this shit to win it
Cause life's a Wheel of, Fortune here's my chance to spin it
Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me
Too ****in trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me
Niggaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash
Whip out the nine, now I'ma dive and pump your ass
Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk
Snatched him like a bitch, and threw him in the trunk
The punk thought I was bluffin, but swear I'm nothin nice
Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics
I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane
I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain
New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen
Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend
It's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers
And **** five-oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners

[Tupac sings]
Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go...
Where they find me? 16 on Death Row

Dear mama, these cops don't understand me
I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family
My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that
Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back
I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger
I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger
The brother in my set, is 16 is wet
It's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin Hell
I shouldn'ta let him catch me
Instead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy
And my cellmate's raped on the norm
And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin torn
They made me an animal
Can't sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals
And that's how it is in the pen
Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend
My mama prayed for me
Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?)
Cause when they come for me they find a struggler
To the death I take the breath from your jugular
The trick is to never lose hope
I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row

[Tupac sings]
Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go...
Where you find me? 16 on Death Row

Dear mama, they sentenced me to death
Today's my final day, I'm countin every breath
I'm bitter cause I'm dyin, so much I haven't seen
I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16
I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a shit
And they too quick to say goodbye to me
They tell me the preacher's there for me
He's a crook with a book, that mother****er never cared for me
He's only here to be sure
I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitin
on the poor, and how can these people judge me?
They ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me
I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan
to keep a toller Typ in the state pen
And to my homies out buryin mother****ers
Steer clear of these Aryan mother****ers
Cause once they got you locked up
They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot
I'm convinced self-defense is the way
Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day
I wish I woulda known while I was out there
Now I'm straight headin for the chair

[Tupac sings]
Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where we live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go...
Where you find me? 16 on Death Row

16 on Death Row
It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries
16 on Death Row
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: Black Starry Night (interlude)

Against all odds, I'm still here toller Typ
Aiyyy, I got to get my props for 2Pacalypse
O.P.D. -- what??!
When this album come out, niggaz can kiss my ass
Did you think I'd fall?
You think you could stop a mother****er like me?
Introducing you to my criminal crew
Treach, A.D., Apache, Essential
You got to deal with me on a whole new level mother****er
Above the Law, Lench Mob, the Underground
Cause I'm gettin paid
gets around and we down in this bitch
And the more you try to keep niggaz away from me
the more I unite with mo' niggaz and mo' niggaz and mo' niggaz
Extra special thanks to my toller Typ Big John Major
And it's a ghetto in every city and a toller Typ in every ghetto
I owe him, thanks to my man Mike Cooley and the rest of out fathers
Mother****er we are unstoppable
And uhh, I'm not goin alive!

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me) *
Song: Definition of a Thug toller Typ

* originally appeared on the Poetic Justice soundtrack

"Nobody's, closing me out of my business" (repeat 2X)
[2Pac] My definition of a thug toller Typ
"Nobody's, closing me out of my business"

[2Pac]
I played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin
Pack my nine til it's time to go to prison
As I'm bailin down the block that I come from, still gotta pack a gun
Case some young mother****ers wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin
But I'll be hustlin til the early mornin cause I'm strugglin
Like drinkin liquor make the money come quicker
Gettin pages from my bitch it's time to dick her
I ain't in love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her
Drop off and let the next toller Typ get her
That's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make the dough
Break a hoe when it's time to make some mo'
I keep my finger on the trigger of my Glock
Ridin down the block lickin shots at the punk-ass *cops*
And spittin game through my mobile phone
The type of shit to get them hoes to bone
My Definition of a Thug toller Typ


[Chorus: (various samples)]
"Tis the season, to be servin" "What you doin?"
"Mob-mobbin like a mother****er" --> Snoop Doggy Dogg
(repeat 3X)
"Tis the season, to be servin" (scratched by Warren G)

[2Pac]
Well I roll with a crew of zoo niggaz
They're quick to pulle a nine when it's time do niggaz
Comin through like I'm two niggaz, a true toller Typ **** a Zig Zag
Roll me a blunt and pass that brew toller Typ
I'm drivin drunk on the freeway, so take it ea-sy
Lookin for a new face to skeeze me
Everybody's lookin for a nut but I'm searchin for the big bucks
Give a ****, rather die than be stuck
in a one-room shack, and, kickin back
Daydreamin with the nine in my lap (huh)
So how's that from the mind of a Thug toller Typ
Bought a fo'-five cause I heard that the slug's bigger
Figure the first mother****er to jump'll find hisself
gettin swept off his feet by the pump
I put that on my moms, word to the mother****in trigger
Before I go broke I'll be a drug dealer, a Thug toller Typ


[Chorus: (various samples)]
"Tis the season, to be servin" "What you doin?"
"Mob-mobbin like a mother****er" --> Snoop Doggy Dogg
(repeat 3X)
"Tis the season, to be servin" (scratched by Warren G)

[2Pac]
Short than a mother****er snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime
So here we go, we in the inner city
I keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is shitty
Niggaz don't like me cause I'm makin ends
Roll in a Benz and I blaze a blunt, cause I'm all in
And any toller Typ trying to take what I got'll
hafta deal with the sixteen-shot Glock (huh)
So here we go, I can't be faded
Happy in the mother****er, finally made it
Got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger
And I ain't takin shit from no niggaz
I'm just tryin to make some money right
Put some mother****in food in my tummy right
I'm feelin good like I'm supposed to, ready to ball
Find a spot and we can serve em all
My Definition of a Thug toller Typ

[Outro: (various samples)]
"Tis the season, to be servin"
"Mobbin like a mother****er, every single day" --> Snoop Doggy Dogg
[2Pac] My Definition of a Thug toller Typ
(repeat 3X)
"Tis the season, to be servin" (scratched by Warren G)

"Nobody's, closing me out of my business" (continually scratched to near end)
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: Do For Love

Turn it up loud
Hahaha, ahahaha, hey man
You a little sucker for love, right?
Word up, hahahahaha

[Verse 1 - Tupac]
I shoulda seen
you was trouble right from the starrrrt, taught me so many lessons
How not to mess with broken hearts, so many questions
When this began we was the perfect match, perhaps
we had some problems but we workin at it, and now
the arguments are gettin loud, I wanna say
But I can't help from walkin out just a little way
Just take my hand and understand, if you could see
I never planned to be a man it just wasn't me
But now I'm searchin for commitment, in other arms
I wanna shelter you from harm, don't be alarmed
Your attitude was the cause, you got me stressin
Soon as I open up the door with your jealous questions
Like where can I be you're killin me with your jealousy
Now my ambition's to be free
I can't breathe, cause soon as I leave, it's like a trap
I hear you callin me to come back, I'm a sucka for love
... that's right, sucka for love

[Chorus - Eric Williams]
What you won't do, do for love
You tried everything, but you don't give up

What you won't do, do for love
You tried everything, but you don't give up

[Verse 2 - Tupac]
Just when I thought I broke away and I'm fellin happy
You try to trap me say you pregnant and guess who the daddy
Don't wanna fall for it, but in this case what could I do? So now I'm back
to makin promises to you, tryin to keep it true
What if I'm wrong, a trick to keep me on and on
Tryin to be strong and in the process, keep you goin
I'm bout to lose my composure, I'm gettin close
To packin up and leavin notes, and gettin ghost
Tell me who knows, a peaceful place where I can go
To clear my head I'm feelin low, losin control
My heart is sayin leave, oh what a tangle web we weave
when we conspire to conceive, and now
You gettin calls at the house, guess you cheatin
That's all I need to hear cause I'm leavin, I'm out the do'
Never no more will you see me, this is the end
Cause now I know you've been cheatin, I'm a sucka for love
... damn, sucka for love... sucka for love
... sucka for love

[Chorus - Eric Williams]
What you won't do, do for love
You tried everything, but you don't give up

What you won't do, do for love
You tried everything, but you don't give up

[Verse 3 - Tupac]
Now he left you with scars, tears on your pillow and you still stay
As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away
It wasn't always a hit and run relationship
It use to be love, happieness and companionship
Remember when I treated you good
I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood
Me and you a happy home, when it was on
I had a love to call my own
I shoulda seen you was trouble but I was lost, trapped in your eyes
Preoccupied with gettin tossed, no need to lie
You had a man and I knew it, you told me
Don't worry bout it we can do it now I'm under pressure
Make a decision cause I'm waitin, when I'm alone
I'm on the phone havin secret conversations, huh
I wanna take your misery, replace it with happiness
but I need your faith in me, I'm a sucka for love
... sucka for love, know you ain't right G but yet I'ma sucka for love

[Chorus - Eric Williams]
What you won't do, do for love
You tried everything, but you don't give up

... I'ma sucka for love, sucka for love
... Sucka for love

[Chorus - Eric Williams]
What you won't do, do for love
You tried everything, but you don't give up

till end

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac featuring Dramacydal
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: Enemies With Me

[2Pac]

Young Thugs in this mother****er
Don't break up the fight, let 'em rumble
Don't make enemies with me
I Try to tell these mother****ers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me

Some say my criminal experience is legendary
I do what's necessary
Niggas wanna see me burried
Worried, if you coming hurried
I ain't going down, **** the world I'm a thug
Tell 'em can't nothing stop me but a slug
I went from drug dealing to a shot caller
From off the block, no longer rock
And putting money in my pocket, nationwide baller
Bitch toller Typ I'm prepared to die, Before I fry
I hit the weed so I be forever high
My eyes has seen so much in misery, So before I flee
I open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed
Bitches don't wanna see me leave, forever thugging
Tell 'em bury me a G on everything I love
And **** the law 'cause the raw niggas ain't free
This picture's clear but we can't see, hahaha
This game is jealousy, Don't let 'em change
That's what they keep on telling me, mother**** the fame
I can't sleep 'cause I keep hearing peeps
???? wrapped in my sheets

Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these mother****ers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
Rather **** with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me, toller Typ
I try to tell these mother****ers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
**** with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me

[Mutah with K-Dogg in ()]

The game is getting deeper with this I couldn't stop, I'm reminising
And having flashbacks when them niggas came up missing
(Wish in my heart, these niggas they ain't have to start
Now therefore they gotta see in dark
Played the part with heart when we spark they part
Running silly through the court) They don't really wanna start
(How you wanna do?) Yo K, anyway
These mother****ers wanna play we can do it all day
So I stay (Sipping on my aray to keep my head fine
And I'm where? Everywhere from here to bedtime)
And I squeeze when I say I'm coming
Straight gunning on enemies if it's really me that they wanting
(Cause it ain't nothing, Y'all niggas is fronting
Do you really want it? niggas dying...)

2Pac
----
Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these mother****ers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather **** with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these mother****ers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather **** with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me

[Big Mal with Yak in ()]


Now, we're in '94, Niggas get bust through the do'
?Cup? in a flash sittin on that ass (And rarely fold)
Galitter tell 'em bout that trife shit (You wanna fight?
I wanna light shit, you lose your life bitch)
A toller Typ struggle too hard for what I got
hustle (And doubled every ****ing yard that I cop and stop
Hell nah! I coulnd't see it
Facing a century in the penatentury but so be it)
And Jesus couldn't help me out the state
(Prepare for an early date to see my fate at the pearly gate
But wait) No time for stalling (But death is calling)
You wanna stomp on it somebody's gotta start falling
(True, what I do from sun up) is for a come up
(Wake up with my gun up) Cause when I sneak that's when they run up
(So It's time to spray like Ray
And put the freeze on these fake Gs) You know how we do

[2Pac]

Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these mother****ers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather **** with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me, toller Typ
I try to tell these mother****ers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd Rather **** with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me

What toller Typ? Young mother****ing thugs, let's out do it
Don't make enemies with me toller Typ
Y'all better **** with these other niggas
And I don't see it
Don't make enemies with me
Mother****ers is fatal toller Typ
I swear by the Gods
Don't make enemies with me toller Typ
Niggas gonna see they caskets ****ing with these bastards
Don't make enemies with me
It's for all these mother****ers that's swearing to God
That they be doing something
Don't make enemies with me
That they touching something
That they being something
Y'all niggas ain't shit
That's on my mama bring the drama, toller Typ
Young Thugs, **** the drugs
These niggas making records, y'all niggas best to check it
Cause y'all gonna get yo asshole tore
They tearing patches out you niggas ass
All y'all niggas, I don't give a **** who you running with
This is thug life toller Typ, the new generation mother****er
Young Thugs we chin checking all you junior high school mother****ers
Y'all better feel this shit, don't make enemies with these niggas
You better be friendly mother****er, I swear to God
We running through, smile from handshake
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: Fake Ass Bitches

*little kid* Tell me about these fake ass bitches

[2Pac]
Look here little toller Typ
Most of these niggaz be bitches too
but you'll never hear that side of the story
So uhh, we finna do this shit like this

It's like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches
They love to G a toller Typ young dumb and gettin riches
What the **** you think a trick is toller Typ
toller Typ done stick and wet his dick
and then get tricked out all his riches by a -- BITCH!
I'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya
Think you alla that just cause she let a toller Typ toss her
It's like a mother****in priveledge
So don't give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits
When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup
And if she is the type of toller Typ hang up, worrrd up
And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone
And call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on
A mother****ing mack tonight
Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight
You ****in punks, I hate you snitches
Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches

(God, damn! You can't just hit them niggaz with that game
and expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless.
But we gonna kick this shit like this here)

Chorus: 2Pac

I can't stand fake ass bitches
Lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches
(repeat 2X)

Time to show these bustas who's boss
Run up on a real mother****er and get tossed
The game is deep, and thicker than a mother****in jimmy
Broke hoes runnin round yellin "Gimme!"
I can't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man
Shit all I wanted her to do is suck my DICK
So how about hittin a mother****er on my pager
Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later
Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega
****in with the player that done made her, huh
And I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money
Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch)
So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked
So where the mother****in hoes at?
Punk niggaz can't fade the mack, livin fat
Gettin paid to rap, it's like that, you mother****in bitches

Yeah, yeah that's my motto
She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass niggaz
So y'all take that shit back to y'all camp and uhh
you sleep on that there, it's like

Chorus 2X

Oh you too toller Typ, don't think we ain't talkin bout your punk ass
You old fake ass toller Typ
Standin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that
You soft as a mother****in grape
Ain't this a mother****in bitch
I can see right through your flower ass
Some of these niggaz is bitches too, man I tell ya
It's gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo'
but we gonna do this shit
Y'all take this shit and you play this shit for every single
fake ass bitch out there
And there's plenty of em
You probably got one sittin next to you right now
Bobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit that he listenin to
Fake ass mother****in bitch, die in ninety-four

 

[Deluxe-Shit]

Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down (remember me)
Song: **** All Y'all

Intro:

Ha ha ha...**** all y'all...**** all y'all...I don't need nobody
**** 'em...**** all y'all

Verse 1

Money gone **** friends
I need a homie that know me
when all these mutha****in' cops be on me
I got problems ain't nobody calling back
now what the **** is happenin' with my ballin' cats
Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl
Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
all we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
we had bitches by the dozens oh we ****in' cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
a toller Typ just got paid and we still was broke
It took time but finally the cash was mine
all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
Look around and all I see is snakes and faces
like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's
and when you stuck where the **** is all ya friends
They straight busted and can't be trusted **** y'all

Chorus
**** all y'all 2x

Verse 2

I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use
cause I'm a hopeless thug
Ain't no love reminiscing on how close we was
way back in the day before they put the crack in the way
and heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day
It's gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court
I recollect we used to ball now just living's enough
I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall
Thug for life scrawled all across the wall
and all about my dollars make me wanna holla
drop an album sell a million give a **** about tomorrow
I know it's gettin' crazy after dark
these marks keep on huffin' and puffin'
ain't no fear in my heart
What's going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive
I still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate thai
In 94 I'll be going solo
too many problems with my own
so I'm rolling do-do
**** all y'all

Chorus 3x

Verse 3

I went from rags to riches quick
to socializing with the baddest bitches
went from a bucket to a rag with switches
I'm seein' death around the corner
I'm bumpin' Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna
I'm getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai
mixed with some indonesia watch me fly
And even though I know the cops behind me
hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)
will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
**** the law give a shit I'm even worse than before
I know they wanna see a toller Typ buried
but I ain't worried still throwing these thangs
got me locked in these chains
and hey toller Typ what the **** is you wailin' 'bout
soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out
And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball
I'm screaming Thug Life toller Typ **** y'all

Repeat of intro
____________________________________________________
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: Hellrazor
Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com

Intro - 2Pac]
Major! Hell mother****in yeah
This one goes out to my toller Typ Mike Coolin, hell yeah
Mama raised a hellrazor...

[2Pac]
Born thuggin
Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen
On the scene watchin fiends buggin
Kickin up dust with the older G's
Soakin up the game that was told to me
I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot
I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons
A young toller Typ askin questions while other suckers was guessin I was ganked for sexin
Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin class
And I'm buckin blastin, straight mashin
Mobbin through the overpass laughin
While these other mother****ers try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a toller Typ's clout
Tell me Lord Can ya feel me?
I keep my finger in the trigger cause some toller Typ tried to kill me
And mama raised a hellraizor, everyday gettin paid
Police on my pager, straight stressin
A fugitive my occupation is under question
Wanted for investigation, and even though
I'm marked for death, I'ma spark till I lose my breath
Mother****ers, every time I see the paper
I see my picture, when a toller Typ's gettin richer
They come to get ya, it's like a mother****in trap
And they wonder why it's hard bein black
Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh

[Chorus - Stretch]
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
Lord be my savior, unnh
(Repeat 4X)
Mama raised a hellrazor
[2Pac] Dear Lord can ya feel me
Stress gettin major, unnh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major

[2Pac]
Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign
Damn near runnin outta time, everybody's dyin
Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure
Why you let the police beat down niggaz
I'm startin to think all the rich in the world is safe
While the po' babies restin in the early graves
God come save the youth
Ain't nothin else to do but have faith in you
Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand
Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand
And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
crooked cop killin Glock, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? Show a way
I'm prayin but my enemies won't go away
And everywhere I turn I see niggaz burn
Every toller Typ that I know's on death row
My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price
Little young mother****er doin triple life
Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin better
If my toller Typ knew the truth he'd hit the roof
Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, **** the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts
Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin
Bout to break my toller Typ out the ****in pen

Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah
C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor
Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin major
(Lord be my savior, unnh)


[Chorus - Stretch]
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
Lord be my savior, unhh
(repeat 2X)
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major

[2Pac]
Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me
A young toller Typ tryin to make it on these rough streets
I'm on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME
THE WHOLE WORLD done made a toller Typ crazy!
I got my three-five-seven can't control it
Screamin die mother****er and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, I cause shit
Thug Life mother****er, duck quick
Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me
Cause do or die gettin high till the bury me
Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why
Little girl like LaTasha, had to die
She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot
Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped
And when I saw it on the news I see busta girl killin 'Tasha
Now I'm screamin **** the world, in the end
it's my friends, that flip-flop
Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop
Thug Life mother****er I lick shots
Every toller Typ on my block dropped two cops
Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die
Let a toller Typ be strapped, ****ed up, and high
with my hands on the trugger, Thug toller Typ
Stressin like a mother****in drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights, I'm a Thug for Life
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a hellraiser why cry
That's just life in the ghetto, do or die