! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 17, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 17, 2005 Soldier Like Me (Return Of The Soulja) featuring Eminem [intro:Tupac] So what I wanna do, hopefully is... I wanna be, uhm not I wannabe I am Tupac Shakur! Tupac! 2005! Guess who's back… G-G-Guess who's back G-G-Guess who's back… G-G-Guess who's back Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me [Verse 1:Tupac] Posse deep as I roll through the streets ###### the police as we creep in our Jeeps Layin so low you think I'm sleep But at the slightest beef, I'm robbin' niggaz sold they teeth And no P.D can get the ###### if they play toughie Last time the niggaz rushed me I ain't bust but now I'm touchy Trust me, ain't nothing jumping but these buckshots And niggaz got enough knots at poppin at corrupt cops Ten motherfuckaz catch a hot one You wanted to start a problem, now you coward cops have got one And there's no prison that can hold a ######' souljah ready to roll and take control So now jack him while he's sleepin Roll to the door, throw a grenade in the precinct some people panic, brothaz bugged out I had to keep poppin' cause they wont stop until they rubbed out And their vest don't protect from the head wounds Reload ammunitions and the ###### will be dead soon Smoke risin' from the barrel of my shottie I finally got revenge now count the bodies Twenty cops, one for every year in jail Trying to keep a nigga down but ya failed Before I let you take me I told ya ###### being trapped, I'm a soulja [Chorus: Eminem] I betcha that I got something you aint got, that's called courage It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin You aint… [Verse 2:Tupac] My crew, 2Pac, and the Mad ###### In the '64 rag on them thangs that's a bad ###### Gettin' ghost on them ###### in the town Bustin' out the backseat nigga when we clown Homie is you down? Dee got the strap and she anxious Hurry up before she spanks ###### Comin' round the corner spittin' rounds They can't hold me down Caught them sucka ###### ###### outta bounds Now tell me how that sound A double date laced with hate Make em pray for the judgment day Now tell me how that sound A double date laced with hate Make em pray for the judgment day Stinkin' biaatch!! [Chorus: Eminem] I betcha that I got something you aint got, that's called courage It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin You aint… {Tupac} [Outro:Tupac] Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 17, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 17, 2005 The Uppercut featuring E.D.I. and Young Noble of the Outlawz pac talking: "i wanted to bring back that reality, but nobody can ever be confused and think I'm ###### Mike Tyson and im a heavyweight champion, im a little nigga, thats why its so raw to just watch me just battle lions, cause I'm a little skinny nigga battlin' niggas three times my size" watch this uppercut, here it come... watch the jab nigga.. ugh here it come, look out, watch my arms Verse 1 - 2pac Lets see so many ###### wanna take a piece comin' equipped with some ###### niggas just cant believe i pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee i'm all over that nigga, come identify the body my middle finger to you hoe niggas run up on me, and ill be forced to let it go nigga i aint the one you wanna try, why, stayin high i hit the blunt an watch these ###### die whose runnin the streets i sell that cocaine cause in the the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne another hustler makin' major cash 'til the punk police come raid your ###### now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a ###### cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6 and we know that you can't hang, you a trick rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh Chorus (x1) now you know you shoulda ducked nigga gotchu fallin from the uppercut, ######, so whats up nigga now you know you shoulda ducked nigga gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so whats up nigga Verse 2 - 2pac They got a nigga in the dice game, i'm feelin' lucky but the nigga's just a little bigger, he tryna ###### me out my cash, imma blast nigga, he don't know i gotta tell ya like the last nigga, gotta go No need to run for the trunk, i get em' up left or right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha) i'm known to walk the streets on any block i love my niggas, but i aint puttin down my glock the gun shots rang when i lose nigga, and ooh nigga imma show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha) lay it down just to prove it and ###### the rappin ###### we can do this Chorus (x1) Verse 3 - Outlawz (EDI & Young Noble) They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants this revolution wont be televised, we keep it silent (shh) roll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game molotov cocktails, releasing up in flames tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back lookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back wanna see my kids grow dont know if imma make it though one more nigga came up short in the ghetto society lied to me so im strapped with the metal push ya middle finger up nigga if you a rebel have ya face down goin in ya pockets if ya let em i done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em i done made so many mistakes but still i dont regret em im a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend im a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons we all lost souls tryina find our way to heaven Chorus (x1) Edi talking: "to all the comrads no longer with us, see you when we get there 'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut 'til we get up there with ya'll, YOU KNOW!..Thug Life we still livin it Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let's go! woo" رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 17, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 17, 2005 Out On Bail Oh, I posted bail? I'm out this ######? I can go? Oh, ###### y'all eh, ###### the judge ###### the ######' district attourney and the prosecutor (###### you!) and ###### you ###### in the jury box (###### you!) ###### all y'all cause I'm out on ######' bail y'all ain't never gonna see me in this ###### again drop that ###### em! let these old punk ###### ###### know how we runnin' this ###### niggaz ain't going back to court you stank ###### ###### Im stuck in jail the DA's tryin' to burn me I'd be out on bail if I had a good attorney Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up I ain't trippin' in the county and I'm mad as ###### Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch Everybody wanna talk cause I'm rappin' They askin' me what happened Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson I can't sleep they takin' polaroids And I'm tryna to use the phone but they makin' noise Man I wish I had my glock cause its major I'm makin' shanks out the plastics in razors These ###### won't leave me alone thats my word Bout to turn a violation to a ######' murder I'm makin' collect calls to my old ###### Send mo pictures and make me some more riches To all the suckers on the block talkin' ###### while I was locked up Be prepared to get socked up Cause the game is deep and the fame is brief And you bullshittin' ###### ain't changin' me I came straight up out the gutta I was saved from hell And I'm a thug I was raised in jail Now I'm out on bail Out on Bail (You know what ######' time it is) ThugLife will never fail (I'm out on bail) Thuglife niggaz (I'm going straight to 50,000 biatch!!!) Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail) Out on Bail (Hey, hand me some ######' Colt 40's from the fridge nigga) ThugLife will never fail (Cause I'm out on bail) Thuglife niggaz (Hey, pass me my ######' Rolex) Thuglife niggaz (Yes ###### that's a Presidential) Stuck in jail, I'm mad as a ###### I'd be out on bail if it wasn't for the snitch Runnin' wild thru the streets like i'm loco And ###### the punk police and they chokeholds I got no love in my heart cause i'm heartless Mobbin' in the park after dark wanna start ###### Rippin' up the scene as a teen i was at it (hey) And sellin' products to the addicts cause they gotta have it I was a well-known thug and i gotta lotta love Hangin out with the OG's shootin' up the clubs And mama told me don't hang with the homies But they got me if they need me then it's on G Got me sittin' in the cell a five by seven Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven Got my ###### on the outside writin' me letters And they tell me they love me and the ###### ull get better I don't believe her cause i just got the news on the wire Take it how you want it but your ###### is on fire I gotta be a player so I stay strong cause I know that I won't be away long and when I finally do hit the ######' streets I'ma handle this A thug nigga gettin' scandalous I'm on bail Out on Bail ThugLife (see) will never fail (Out on bail - biatch!) Thuglife niggaz (You know what time it is) Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail) Out on Bail (Y'all don't need to know about...) ThugLife will never fail (You know, Out on bail) Thuglife niggaz (Y'all Blow that ###### - Get me up out this) Thuglife niggaz (Yo, EM!!! Get me up out of this ###### man!) Out on Bail (These ###### are harrasing me and that ain't cool) ^ something not quite right here either (chorus continues) (???) I'm out on bail I'll see ya ###### at the next show, and by the way, where is my ######? It's that famous ######, you know? Real thug ###### Real live thug ######, genuine, you know what I'm sayin' I wouldn't waste your ######' time with no bullshit baby Trust me, It's that real ###### I'm talkin' about that ###### you never tell your grandkids about, you know? I ran with a thug nigga, believe that This my ######' nigga Em on dem ######' boards in case your wonderin' We doin' this ###### hell ######' yeah An ounze of that ###### sittin' in your ######' lac Now press rewind nigga رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 17, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 17, 2005 Ghetto Gospel featuring Elton John Uh.. Hit 'em with a little ghetto gospel [Chorus: Elton John] Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands and the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior Without the sounds of guns [Verse 1] If I could recollect before my hood days I'd sit and reminisce thinkin of bliss of the good days I stop and stare at the younger my heart goes to ‘em AIDS tested, it was stress that they under And nowadays things change Everyone's ashamed of the youth, cuz the truth look strange And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed and it hurts Cuz any day they'll push the button And all good men like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nothin Told em they could get teary, the world looks dreary When you wipe your eyes see it clearly There's no need for you to fear me If you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me It aint about black or white, cuz we're human I hope we see the light before it's ruined My Ghetto Gopsel [Chorus] Those who wish to follow me (Ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands and the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior Without the sounds of guns [Verse 2] Tell me do you see that old lady, aint it sad? Livin outta bags, but she's glad for the little things she has And over there there's a lady Crack got her crazy, yet she's givin birth to a baby I don't trip and let it fade me From outta the frying pan we jump into another form of slavery Even now I get discouraged Wonder if they take it all back, will I still keep the courage? I refuse to be a role model I set goals, stay in control, drink out my own bottles I made mistakes but learned from every one And when it's said and done I bet this brother be a better one If I upset you don't stress Never forget, that God isn't finished with me yet I feel his hand on my brain When I write rhymes I go blind and let the Lord do his thang But am I less holy? Cuz I chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies Before we find world peace We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets My Ghetto Gospel [Chorus] Those who wish to follow me (Yea, ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands and the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young worrier Without the sounds of guns Lord can you hear me speak? They pay the price for being hell bound رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 17, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 17, 2005 Black Cotton featuring Eminem and Kastro and Young Noble of the Outlawz Intro: 2Pac Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton- A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Robbin' Black Cotton in God's eyes Speak Verse One: 2Pac Black Cotton Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's Class is in session the worst question is the first question Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave Never got paid but still we slave (In the nine tre') Answer that then answer this too- Loves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a ###### true You best to backtrack and try to act black and live Not to be phony and positive but why be negative? What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?) Dum dum diddy is it me? Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets If not peace then at least let's get a piece I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased Lookin' through my highschool yearbook Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took One homie, two homie, three homies - POOF We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot God come save the misbegotten Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes) Chorus: Eminem Nobody don't care (No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/--?) Nobody don't care (Seems like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions) Nobody don't care (Feels like I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm being tested) Nobody don't care (Seems like my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please answer my questions) Nobody don't care Kastro: Verse 3 In the belly of the beast I'm bubbling up Running out of luck, about to self destruct Old heads say live your life like such Your sure to catch her witcha one day boy I wouldn't listen to 'em Your power movement was cool But it ain't fix nothin' So I just go with what i know I dont trust none Look what the 80's did To what's Bebe's kids And now we grown up Nobody ain't own us yet Young Noble: Verse 4 Black cotton, I'm plottin' ---? I'm workin' without a profit They shacklin' all my homies I'm hurtin' but keep the mind ?---No idea---? certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridas What's the reward for a strugala If the lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' up Runnin up, Gun cocked like nasty gloves If you aint got a penny, mind the glove No love Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds Black Cotton - I'm hoppin' over enemy lines Black Cotton - I ain't stoppin' till they givin me mine Black Cotton (Chorus) رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 17, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 17, 2005 Loyal To The Game featuring G-Unit 2Pac: I'm loyal to the game {Verse 1: 2Pac} Now I've got task on a nigga's ###### Tell me will they blast me I think of an alias in case these crooked ###### ask me, now It's gettin crazy after dark, These narcs be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart Now picture me scared of the penetentiary I've been movin these things since the days of elementary Now tell me what ya need when ya see me I'm stackin Gs buyin all the things on TV, believe me I got some killas on my payroll and they know When its time to handle business nigga lay low Although I'm young I'm still comin up I'm gettin paid pullin razors on niggas when they runnin up The first to pull the strap when theres drama Buster you ain't heard? I been slicin ###### since I lost my mama There ain't a cop that can stop me My posse is cocky and they don't wait until they drop me I'm loyal to the game {CHORUS: 50 Cent} I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin (Nigga I'm loyal to the game) I give you my way and I ###### and pop that thing (Man I'm loyal to the game) If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin (I'm loyal to the game) That could get in my way and I'll blow out your brain {Verse 2: Young Buck} Possessed by the streets you can't tell me that this ain't home I can't eat if the rest of this ###### ain't gone I'm gettin used to the needles on the bathroom sink Gotta close my door because the bathroom stink See, daddy don't work, and mama don't drink But daddy do coke, and mama can't think So look like I'ma be the man of the house Gotta have somethin to put in the air when it's out Up early in the mornin the first to get it They say if you really want it then come on wit it Sacrifice my life for this ice and these cars And I only spent 30 days behind bars I ain't never had a job but my rent got paid I handled any beef that they sent my way So send me to the pen but you know I won't change It's thug in my veins I'm loyal to the game {CHORUS: 50 Cent} I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin (Nigga I'm loyal to the game) I give you my way and I ###### and pop that thing (Man I'm loyal to the game) If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin (I'm loyal to the game) That could get in my way and I'll blow out your brain {Verse 3: Lloyd Banks} Yeah It ain't my fault I came up fast And your the name niggas bring up last And all the dames get a king up ###### 10 grand on every ring I flash Deep frog--and I'ma have to fling your ###### I'm on the block where its scorchin hot If you get caught in the crossfire they have to throw you off the block I get 'dro by the pickle jar These broke niggas wanna get the star So I don't keep the four-nickel far My lips is zipped I'm loyal to the game Bring your ###### around me I'm spoilin her brain Get more slugs to boil in your frame Cause you got rocks and they got aluminum foil for a chain The paints the same color as oil in the Range I'm stingy ain't got nothin for you but some change I'm good now but the fact still remains That the struggle that I'm from is attached to my name {CHORUS: 50 Cent} I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin (Nigga I'm loyal to the game) You get in my way and I ###### and pop that thing (Man I'm loyal to the game) If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin (I'm loyal to the game) That could get in my way and I'll blow out your brain {Outro...fading out} heh YA! 2Pac's in this ######! Uh! G-Unit in the ###### house 50! Banks! Buck! رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 17, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 17, 2005 Thugs Get Lonely Too featuring Nate Dogg hahaha.. hahaha... man you crazy [Verse 1] See, it ain't easy bein' me, Life as a celebrity is less than heavenly, I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around, And it's always drama, Whenever I wanna get around, Mama told me, Long before I ever came up, Gotta be true, to watchya' do, And keep ya' game up, 'Cause thangs change, And jealousy becomes a factor, Best friends at your wifes house tryin' to MAC HER! I'm on tour, But still they keep on knockin' at my door, And I got no time to worry, I'm steady wantin' more, Every day is a test, yes, I try hard, But I'm strugg-a-lin' with every breath, I pray to God that the woman that I left at home, All alone, Ain't nottin' like tryin' to bone, Over the phone, In my mind, I can see her naked, I can't take it, Got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it, I thought you knew. [Chorus: Nate Dogg] I'm rollin out on tour today, You gettin sad cuz I'm goin away, Chicken heads wanna play with me, You gettin mad cuz you think I'm a sway Some of 'em cute some of em fine as ######, I hear em scream soon as I hit the stage, Still I'll be gettin lonely for you, I'm comin home soon as I make this pay. [Verse 2] I call you up long distance, On the telephone, Wanna tuck you in, Even though I can't make it home, I whisper things in ya' ear, Like your near me, Wonder if you feel me, From far away, Or can you hear me, It seems to me, That ya' jealous, 'Cause I'm hustlin' and makin' money, With the fellas', In the back streets, Tryin' to trap me, Baby HOLD UP, Thugs get lonely too! But I'm a soulja, And theres no way I'mma' stop makin' money, 'Cause ya' attitudes changed, And ya' actin' a little funny, Always complainin', Sayin' we don't spend time, Can't you see, I got enough stress on my mind, And hangin' up like you all that, Then get mad when I tell you that, "I'm busy baby, call back," Leave, ain't nothin' left to say to you, Thugs get lonely too, You KNOW. [Chorus: Nate Dogg] I'm rollin out on tour today, You gettin sad cuz I'm goin away, Chicken heads wanna play with me, You gettin mad cuz you think I'm a sway Some of 'em cute some of em fine as ######, I hear em scream soon as I hit the stage, Still I'll be gettin lonely for you, I'm comin home soon as I make this pay. [Verse 3] I sit alone in my room, drinkin', Without a care, Talkin out loud to ya', Like ya' here, Take ya' picture out my back pocket, Man it's on, You the first face I wanna see, When I get home, I wanna love you 'till the sun rise, Buckwild, Touchin' every wall in the house, Thug style, Put ya' hands on the head-board, Think of me, Drippin' sweat on top of you, Sick of scenes in yo' head, That I'm makin' love, So turn the lights down, Reminice 'n relax, 'Cause baby right now, I feel it in the middle of my stomach, You whisper in my ear, Baby tell me how you really want it, Hold on tightly, Watch the ceiling, Scratch my backs, How you react, Let me know you feel me, 'Cause everything I'm giving to you, Is so true, and Thugs get lonely too, You know. [Chorus: Nate Dogg] I'm rollin out on tour today, You gettin sad cuz I'm goin away, Chicken heads wanna play with me, You gettin mad cuz you think I'm a sway Some of 'em cute some of em fine as ######, I hear em scream soon as I hit the stage, Still I'll be gettin lonely for you, I'm comin home soon as I make this pay. Yeah Thug life baby Stay thuggin' Hey so you remember that next time you sweat me when I'm on the road baby Thugs get lonely too We aint gotta go through all these bullshittin ###### problems If you wanna be real with me, be real with me If you wanna be fake, move onto the next one, that aint me. You know. رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 17, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 17, 2005 N.I.G.G.A (Never Ignorant About Getting Goals Accomplished) featuring Jadakiss [intro] (2Pac) Niggas! (Yeah!) (Uh) Niggas! [Verse: 2Pac] Who's afraid of the punk police? Niggas run the streets, no justice no peace ###### the law, rather draw than do time Don't ###### with mine, cross the line, my two nines go baya baya when I shoot 'em Korean ###### was crooked, so niggas had to burn and loot 'em Now the streets ain't safe at night My Niggas! Straight take his life So don't sleep when my Jeep creep up, how we hit 'em Empty the clip, then dip cuz we did 'em Lickin' of shots for Latasha that's proper Love for my niggas but a glock for the coppers So what the ###### you wanna do now I packed a .9 last year, in '99 I'm packin' 2 now And even if they pull their triggers They can shoot one man, but nothings gonna stop the plan of true niggas [Chorus] (2Pac) Niggas! (Yeah niggas, you can't ###### with us) Niggas! (Cuz bein' a nigga means you love niggas) Niggas! (Jada!, ey yo) [Verse: Jadakiss] My dimes make the fiends go to sleep, so they call 'em bedrocks Niggas is like photographers, all they take is head shots Your last words'll be, "###### what's all these red dots?" Niggas nowawadays, they worry me, my bars is therapy As long as you usin' them thouroughly, muah til the day that they bury me My niggas is stronger and tighter now than they probably will ever be And i'm a product of the '70's The hood got niggas on punishment, that's why they never leave If I ain't eatin' with you, i'm probably beefin' with you If no money ain't involved ain't no need for me speakin' with you I know you got a gun but i'm hopin' you keep it with you Cuz unfortunately, i'm one of them rappers that keep a pistol and You know what the llama do, Shady/Aftermath, Ruff Ryders, D-Block, and of course Amaru Lotta people honor you, probably cuz of the way you used to bring the drama to whoever you wanted to, you a leader when you can get a leader to follow you But anyway, life goes on, so i'll see you when I art in heaven like our fathers do [Chorus] (2Pac) Niggas! (Yeah niggas, you can't ###### with us) Niggas! (Yeah niggas, cuz bein' a nigga means you love niggas) Niggas! Niggas! (Nigga!, you can't ###### with us) *Fades out* رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 17, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 17, 2005 Who Do You Love? (Intro x5) Maybe its the thug in me (verse 1) Ever since I was a young scrub I was a thug on the corner with my niggaz slangin drugs Im runnin from the narcs when they pass by dont ask why Im a hustler till my ###### die Even if I do come up I be ready when they run up, huh Ill be a nut to put my gun up, huh I never trust these hoes at all, ###### with them tramp ###### ###### who suppose to fall since she played you for you money but the ###### was cool Guess its true niggaz be ###### 2 you cant see how she worked you, all up in her skirt now you looking like a jerk, cause she hurt you now heads up dont be a playa hater Just peep game keep your mind on your money watch the ###### change see hoes love thugs, and thugs love loot hand it over ###### fore I shoot Who do u love (chorus x2) Maybe its the thug in me Maybe its the thug in me Tell me who do you love? Maybe its the thug in me Maybe its the thug in me Who do you love? (verse 2) Im livin that Thug life baby, steady smoking indo going crazy baby come and hug me when you rub me, turn the lights down we in the dark do you love me everybody is talking bout they know me but they aint down like my ###### homies tell me what you need when you see me and we can get it on biatch take it easy dont try to hold me, control me but you can take my number, baby call me when you lonely cause its a mans world, aint no need to ask why Im high till i die, and strapped with my 4-5 cause you can loose it in the gutter I wonder if I die by the hands of another broke ###### they call me the alcoholer Im all in, thug 4 life nigga ballin Im gettin tired of these hoes tryna play me you cant fade me, me and my niggaz going crazy all day long Im straight thuggin, and contantly mean muggin breakin the ###### that be buggin, tell me who do you love (chorus x2) Maybe its the thug in me Maybe its the thug in me Tell me who do you love? Maybe its the thug in me Maybe its the thug in me Who do you love? رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 17, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 17, 2005 A Crooked Nigga Too (Intro) Yeah nigga Yo Pac (That's right) Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah) Niggaz just wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked ###### nigga ###### (2pac Verse 1) Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true Ain't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through Now first they had me trapped and now I'm ###### A loaded AK47 layin on my hips so don't trip One ###### from the underground And Big Stretch buckin' niggaz if they ###### around Yo, why ya'll got beef with police? Ain't that a ###### them ###### gotta beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep I guess it's hard for you to see But now I'm pointin the finger at police instead of ###### blamin' me I got the right to bear a pistol And when them punk ###### get to trippin' I got ###### too And maybe then you'll see the truth But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't ###### with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 2) You know you really can't say that you blame niggaz ###### bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz 2pac'll spark a revolution, ###### the constitution I want my bucks for restitution This time you got a bigger problem Time to face the niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem And we ain't shootin' at eachother (###### no), that's a ######' brother So save two, run for cover And other ###### from the clan Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and I don't drink St. Ides (###### that!) Genuine draft ganja ganja and my ######' Tec-9 They know their scared to see us sober (awwwww) Cobra - And niggaz will take the world over It's all up to you (up to you) Blame the Korean (###### that) I'll be a crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't ###### with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 3) Pardon me, ??? has been God and try me I'll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G They got my homies in a jail cell Now it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell I got the whole place covered with loc'ed out brothers And nothing but love for eachother So ###### make a motion I give a ######, slice you up, and throw your ###### in the ocean Temperatures drop See it's cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops That's when they gettin' petrol You better watch your step or you'll be left on deathrow But I learned to look ahead of me Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy We blowin' up precincts and oooohhhh you can't ###### with the crew A crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't ###### with the crew, a crooked nigga too رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 17, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 17, 2005 Don't You Trust Me? I ain't got time for this man I'm out [Chorus] You should stop for awhile you will find me standing there (Don't you trust me?) Over here at the side of your life (Not that I don't trust you) You spend all your hours just rushing around Do you have a little time to have a little time for me? As soon as I leave the house you wanna page me See you got me trapped I'm going crazy this is slavery You act like it's outrageous give me space it won't get better And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters Soon as I come home it's like I get the third degree Where ya been and who you with I get no room to breathe It makes me wanna leave I'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve Your suspicious I decieve give me grief without belief but to me If you really trust me then it's pitiful Question me about my whereabouts that's so trivial Let me live my life and you can live yours Just be there to help me and support that's what your here for Not to give me stress and add to pressure Home is where I go the rest I go to pass the test I'm sorry if I left you all alone But I couldn't make it home so we argue on the phone Don't you trust me? [Chorus] Callin' up my house to hang it up You think that makes sense Tell me what it takes for us to shake so we can be friends It's time for us to take our seperate paths We had a lot of laughs but the good things come to pass Let's think of the evil break don't make it scandoulous Try to be mature til your sure that we can handle this Your sayin I'm too busy I ignore you I guess you didn't hear me when I said that I cared for you But now it seems the arguments are nightly I wanna hold you tightly but instead you wanna fight me So why let it stress and aggravate me Instead I'd rather break hope you don't hate me You tell me that you love me but your lyin' Fightin back the urge to start cryin' I wipe away your tears come and hug me I love you like you love me Girl...don't you trust me? [Chorus] I hangup the phone (click) I can't barely hear you yellin' at me Maybe we should end it neither one of us are happy You know that I'm emotional you milk me Comin' over crying just to get me feelin' guilty You and me were met to be it yet You always wanna sweat and how much closer can we get (don't fret) Just set me back my things and I'll be outie This time I'm breakin out you let your mouth overcrowd me I can't take the beefin' and the griefin' I get no room to sleep I hope it ceases cause I'm leavin' Maybe next time you'll be a little more sure When I can give you more when you unsure But baby until then I gotta leave ya It's not that I don't need ya but see ya And I hope that you understand why I bust it Not becuase we rushed it (hell no) But girl don't you trust me? [Chorus] Not that I don't trust you Don't you trust me? Not that I don't trust you Don't you trust me? Not that I don't trust you رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 17, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 17, 2005 Hennessey featuring Obie Trice {Obie Trice} Ha ha, yeah {Tupac} Nigga ###### that Gin and Juice (Hennessy) Just Pour a nigga a glass Hennessy, that dark ###### (That's right) {Obie Trice} Hey pour me some of that too baby [Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice] They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our ###### motto nigga?) Hennessy They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (You know our ###### motto) Hennessy {Tupac} Ha ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't ###### with this whole thug ###### (Hennessy) {Obie Trice} That's what your sippin on Now what's you name nigga? {Tupac} Big ballin ###### nigga named Pac [Verse 1: Tupac] Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath These motherfuckaz wanna see me die So who am I to try to warn ‘em, I'll buck and bomb ‘em, them niggas fry Hey remember me? Down that Hennessy The nigga you don't wanna see, let me proceed My definition of some thug ######, y'all don't hear me? Now that it's poppin aint no love ###### I maintain in the game, in the gutter is where I still kick it I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid So nigga blaze, cuz we some ###### fools Walkin through the streets wearing jewels Breakin niggaz, fakin moves Even the cops can't stop us My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy [Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice] They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our ###### motto nigga?) Hennessy They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (You know our ###### motto) Hennessy {Tupac} Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't ###### with this whole thug ###### (Hennessy) {Obie Trice} That's what I'm sippin on Now let me tell ‘em who I be {Tupac} Big ballin ###### nigga named Trice [Verse 2: Obie Trice] Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's west Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess Tried to apply myself, but niggas was ballin My momma couldn't tell me ######, the streets was callin I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw P Funk, got it pumpin, he had the connects Through the sack to us little niggaz workin the set And if you got it you getting wet, nigga bet on that Don't come around hurr on that floss ###### Detroit niggaz off ###### (Robbin niggaz in the door ways) That's right (With my 4-4, that's the sure way) And this your old days, all eyez on me We was loony I suppose you could (die homie) O Trice always repped his block Pass the Hen' and that Ice, I'm on a track with Pac nigga رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 17, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 17, 2005 Thug 4 Life (2pac) HAHA Thug for life nigga Can't you read the signs? ay ###### it man (Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' like a ###### stuck Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin' ###### off - liquor Get loaded can't control it Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it You get the bones act to the whole stack Thats fo sho black To be a mack and keep your dough fat And tell me what does it take to be a G? I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt And now im in the rap game like the crack game I got enemies Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum What does it take to be a G? Silence is a must, violence is a plus Plus, shots at my adversaries Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried Cause ill be buckin' in a ###### hurry Chorus X3 Tell em' Thug for life High till' I die When em' stupid ###### ###### ask why? 2pac Game? Thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on makin' money, But you stuck on these fake ###### And jealous muthafuckas can't see That it's the fame that caught these stupid ######, pass the ###### free So tell me why u sweatin' a muthafucka like me? A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's You ###### ###### playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas Jumpin' around at the shows And your the first muthafucka to jump To the trunk when it's time for fun Little trick ###### punk Thug muthafuckas don't die we get high and we multiply Muthafuckaa!! Give a holla to my niggas in the Bay I'm livin' in LA still clutchin' on my AK Chorus X6 Tell em' Thug for life High till' I die When em' stupid ###### ###### ask why? THUG FOR LIFE BIATCH!! Yeah nigga, thug life, from now till' the muthafuckin' ever Havenotz in this muthafucka YEAH, No doubt رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 17, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 17, 2005 Po Nigga Blues (Scott Storch Remix) (feat. Ron Isley) [Girl] Scott Storich(??) [Hook (Tupac)] Why'd you sland crack? I had to Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to A nigga gotta pay the ###### bills [Verse 1 (Tupac)] Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me, claimin I'ma criminal when you the one that made me They got me trapped in this slavery now I'm lost in the holocaust headin for my grave G I told Sam he could ###### the war, and got a busted jaw for sayin "###### the law" And if you wonder why I'm mad, check the record Whats a nigga gotta do to get respected Sometimes I think I'm getting tested, and if I don't say "yes" a nigga quick to get arrested That's the reason I stay zestin(??), I keep a vest on my chest incase the cops is getting restless Walkin round ready to light ###### up, because my life is ######, some say I'm slightly nuts Buck buck is the sound as I move up, other niggas pay attention when a fool bust They make a nigga be a killer, I used to be a dealer but they wanted to see whos realer Now them same mother fuckas wanna murder me, and I wonder if the lord ever heard of me I need loot, so I'm doin what I do, and don't say ###### until you've walked in my shoes, Theres no other destiny to choose, I had nothing left to lose, so I'm singin the po nigga blues [Hook] [Verse 2 (Tupac)] Coppin these brand new shoes, but what the ###### can a nigga do, my little boy gotta eat too So why must I sock a fella? Just live large like rocafella And did you ever stop to think? I'm old enough to go to war but I aint old enough to drink Cops wanna hit me with the book, and you hooked on my "I don't give a ######" look Makin rules, I'ma break em, no matter how much you make em, show me bakin, I'ma take em So don't you ever temp me, I'm a fool for mine nigga, and my pockets stay big(??) To my brother in the barrio, you livin worse then the niggas in ghetto so I give a ###### about your language or complexion, you got love for the niggas in my section You got problems with the punk police, don't run from the chumps, get the pump from me We aint free, I'll be damned if I played a chip for a blonde haired blue eyed Caucasian ###### Down with my home boy rich, ###### a snitch and groupie ###### ###### And a nigga with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone(huh) And you wonder why we blazin niggas, cuz you punks haven babies cant raise the niggas And they damned to be ###### ups too, drink 40s of brew, singin the nigga blues [Hook] Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had too Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had too Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had too And now I'm headin for the mother ###### in PEN رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 17, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 17, 2005 Hennessey (Red Spyda Remix) Nigga ###### that gin & juice, I'm ###### with Hennessy Just pour me a glass of that dark ###### That's right [Chorus] [2Pac] They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle [s.B.] Ooooh, ba-ba, ba-ba-dahhhhh [2Pac] Hennessy (Hennessy) hahaha, yeah [2Pac] They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle [s.B.] Ooooh, ba-ba, ba-ba-dahhhhh [2Pac] Hennessy (Hennessy) [Verse One: 2Pac] Now I was born in the gutter facin life or death I was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath These ###### wanna see me die, so who am I to try to warn 'em, I buck and bomb 'em, them niggaz fry Hey, remember me? Down that Hennessy The nigga you don't wanna see, let me procede My definition of some thug ######, y'all don't hear me Now that it's poppin ain't no love ###### I maintain in the game in the gutter's where I still kick it I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler 'til my dyin days Ain't nuttin wrong with gettin paid, so nigga blaze Cause we some ###### fools Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggaz makin moves Even the cops can't stop us, my enemies flip when they see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy [Chorus] w/ minor variations [Verse Two: Edi Amin] Yeah Up late nights (c'mon) under the city lights The Henn got me feelin right, I'm tryin to keep from swervin She's so fine and she love Henn too After a couple of shots she said, "I could do what I wanna do" (That's right) We ain't sippin champagne (nah) we off the Henn-Rock Alcoholics back at the liquor sto' cause we can't stop (can't stop) And won't stop (we won't stop) all night long 'til the break of dawn, gettin it on, Hennessy [sleepy Brown] Ooooh, lady watchin (lady watchin) as I'm glidin by (glidin by) And the place is jumpin.. that I can't deny (no, noo, no) Ooh I can't wait to go in, throw my glass in the sky (glass in the sky) For the people partyin, 'til the mornin light [Chorus] w/ minor variations [2Pac] Hahaha, y'all niggaz can't ###### with this ol' thug ###### [Chorus] [sleepy Brown - over Chorus second half] We keep on sippin, and sippin, and sippin [s.B.] Keep on sippin, and sippin, and sippin, ba-ba, ba-ba-dahhhhh, Hennessy رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
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